Exodus 8/?
Fandom: Wicked (Book)
Characters: General Cast
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Implied non-con, captivity, physical abuse.
Summary: Based off of the Gregory Maguire Wicked Years, AU. The Philosophy Club is everything it's rumored to be; disgusting and filthy with unspeakable acts happening in every corner. What Fiyero Tigelaar didn't expect was to find an enchanting emerald woman locked away in the basement, a slave to the club's mysterious owners. Warnings for non-con, captivity, physical abuse, and language.
Everything about him exuded warmth. The color of his skin, his voice, the way his ice blue eyes made her feel hot inside, like a fever, every time he looked at her, his body wrapped around hers on the tiny cot in the corner.
She knew she should have been sleeping but the only thing she could do was think about danger that lay before them. Over and over again, he’d promised that he’d protect her but how could he? His life had nearly been lost that day and because of her.
Then there was Essie, the Antelope who claimed to have delivered her not only into existence but into the life of pain that she had known. And now she was to deliver her into salvation by means of a book.
None of it made sense.
Carefully, Elphaba tried to pull herself from Fiyero’s grasp without waking him.
“Where are you going?”
Clearly she hadn’t been the only one not sleeping.
“Are you my keeper now?” The answer wasn’t fair but she didn’t know how to explain herself. She was so frustrated with the constant push and pull of whether or not they would live through this, what was going to happen, where they would go.
It all seemed so impossible.
“I’m not your keeper,” he echoed, “but I am your friend.”
Elphaba looked over her shoulder at him, “Do friends risk their lives for each other?”
“Where I come from, yes,” he confirmed.
“And do you also make friends with people that you do not know in the land you come from?”
The corner of his mouth turned up slightly at her skepticism. It made her all the more beautiful to him. Fiyero moved so that he was sitting at her side, “There isn’t much that I understand about this situation. I’m just as unsure as you are. There is one thing I am sure of and that’s that this is not a mistake. Doing this for you, with you, could never be a mistake.”
The warm feeling that he always caused to course through her body returned and she swallowed hard, studying him by the light of the fire. With slender emerald fingers, she reached out to brush his hair from his face, to trace one of the blue diamonds adorning his skin, “You do not seem real and yet you are.”
Fiyero took her hand in his, “I will protect you, Elphaba. I swear it.” He kissed the back of her hand gently before raising his eyes to meet hers once more.
Essie looked on from the shadows, watching the firelight dance upon the destined pair. Seeing how the Arjiki prince cared for the girl, it somehow eased the pain of knowing what she had done so many years ago.
Elphaba would have her retribution.
xx
Galinda stood at Shiz Gates, eyes transfixed on the heavy book in her arms. The owner was coming, the old woman said. She was a prisoner in her own body, her mind screaming that something was not right but her body standing fixed in its position at the edge of the yellow brick road.
The book in her arms seemed to be much more than a book but she couldn’t so much as pry it open. Clearly the thing was partial to its owner.
Before her, a shuddering groan indicated the opening of the gates and the first thing she saw was an enormous Antelope with two smaller figures behind her. She immediately closed her eyes, fearing for her life. What had she been delivered to with this horrible book, what fate had she been paid to when-
“Lady Galinda?”
She opened one eye to see Fiyero standing before her with an incredulous smile plastered upon his face, “Fiyero? Fiyero, Thank Oz! Nobody believed me when I spoke your name, they said I was making you up. Things haven’t been the same since we-“ her voice trailed off when her eyes fell upon his traveling companion.
Before she could speak, the book in her arms suddenly began to warm and quake, burning the palms of her hands until she dropped it upon the ground. The cover flipped open and the pages began to whir wildly until the book lay spread open, its secrets apparently spilling for Fiyero.
“You’re the book’s owner?” Galinda asked, temporarily forgetting his abnormally colored companion.
The accompanying antelope spoke, “He is not,” with as much grace as she could, she nudged Elphaba in the direction of the book, “The Grimmerie appears to be speaking to you, my dear.”
Elphaba stood back from the book, “I do not know how to read.”
Essie nudged her forward gently, “Try.”
Reluctantly, Elphaba fell before the book. The words seemed to dance around the page, making even less sense to her than a normal book would. Her hand hovered against the page and she could feel heat radiating from the book, spreading through her. Not the kind of warmth that she felt with Fiyero, the other kind.
The kind that usually ended up in people getting hurt.
Her fingertip brushed against one of the dancing words at the same moment that it fell from her lips and the words on the page stopped moving, the message become clear. Though she’d never read a day in her life, the words came easily now in a soft and rhythmic chant until a purple glow enveloped her.
“What’s happening to her?” Fiyero called to Essie, his hand shielding his eyes. Whatever it was, it was unsettling and he worried for her safety, “Elphaba, stop! We don’t know what that book-“
“It’s okay, child. This is fate. The book will protect her. It must protect her.”
Just as suddenly as the commotion began, it was over. Elphaba sat, hunched over the book, eyes frozen on her hand. As many times as she had wondered what it would be like, she was both simultaneously horrified and relieved all at the same time. She felt familiar hands upon her shoulder and she looked up with widened brown eyes, a stark contrast to her pale skin, the color of porcelain.
Fiyero knelt at her side, grasping her hand in his, “Is this…this isn’t permanent. It can’t be,” he stammered, “This will fade?”
Essie looked at Elphaba who looked both bewildered and exhilarated all at the same time, “You shall have safe passage to Kiamo Ko castle. Lady Galinda has priviledge and will be able to provide you with a safe transport.”
“I will?” Galinda asked, confused by what she was seeing.
“You will,” The Antelope confirmed to the rosy blond, “you must help them. So much relies upon it.”
Galinda looked at the pair on the ground, studying him so closely. Ten minutes ago, he was supposedly a figment of her imagination and now she was watching magic books and a green girl turning colors as if changing her clothes.
It was dizzying.
Fiyero helped Elphaba to her feet and then lifted the book into his arms, “Come. Kiamo Ko is a long journey and we don’t know how long this will last.”
Elphaba began to follow him but then turned to thank Essie for her assistance but she was gone. She looked down at her hands again. Surely it was some sort of a dream. Though Fiyero had been insistent that the dream would not last, she wasn’t certain that she wanted it to end.
Characters: General Cast
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Implied non-con, captivity, physical abuse.
Summary: Based off of the Gregory Maguire Wicked Years, AU. The Philosophy Club is everything it's rumored to be; disgusting and filthy with unspeakable acts happening in every corner. What Fiyero Tigelaar didn't expect was to find an enchanting emerald woman locked away in the basement, a slave to the club's mysterious owners. Warnings for non-con, captivity, physical abuse, and language.
Everything about him exuded warmth. The color of his skin, his voice, the way his ice blue eyes made her feel hot inside, like a fever, every time he looked at her, his body wrapped around hers on the tiny cot in the corner.
She knew she should have been sleeping but the only thing she could do was think about danger that lay before them. Over and over again, he’d promised that he’d protect her but how could he? His life had nearly been lost that day and because of her.
Then there was Essie, the Antelope who claimed to have delivered her not only into existence but into the life of pain that she had known. And now she was to deliver her into salvation by means of a book.
None of it made sense.
Carefully, Elphaba tried to pull herself from Fiyero’s grasp without waking him.
“Where are you going?”
Clearly she hadn’t been the only one not sleeping.
“Are you my keeper now?” The answer wasn’t fair but she didn’t know how to explain herself. She was so frustrated with the constant push and pull of whether or not they would live through this, what was going to happen, where they would go.
It all seemed so impossible.
“I’m not your keeper,” he echoed, “but I am your friend.”
Elphaba looked over her shoulder at him, “Do friends risk their lives for each other?”
“Where I come from, yes,” he confirmed.
“And do you also make friends with people that you do not know in the land you come from?”
The corner of his mouth turned up slightly at her skepticism. It made her all the more beautiful to him. Fiyero moved so that he was sitting at her side, “There isn’t much that I understand about this situation. I’m just as unsure as you are. There is one thing I am sure of and that’s that this is not a mistake. Doing this for you, with you, could never be a mistake.”
The warm feeling that he always caused to course through her body returned and she swallowed hard, studying him by the light of the fire. With slender emerald fingers, she reached out to brush his hair from his face, to trace one of the blue diamonds adorning his skin, “You do not seem real and yet you are.”
Fiyero took her hand in his, “I will protect you, Elphaba. I swear it.” He kissed the back of her hand gently before raising his eyes to meet hers once more.
Essie looked on from the shadows, watching the firelight dance upon the destined pair. Seeing how the Arjiki prince cared for the girl, it somehow eased the pain of knowing what she had done so many years ago.
Elphaba would have her retribution.
xx
Galinda stood at Shiz Gates, eyes transfixed on the heavy book in her arms. The owner was coming, the old woman said. She was a prisoner in her own body, her mind screaming that something was not right but her body standing fixed in its position at the edge of the yellow brick road.
The book in her arms seemed to be much more than a book but she couldn’t so much as pry it open. Clearly the thing was partial to its owner.
Before her, a shuddering groan indicated the opening of the gates and the first thing she saw was an enormous Antelope with two smaller figures behind her. She immediately closed her eyes, fearing for her life. What had she been delivered to with this horrible book, what fate had she been paid to when-
“Lady Galinda?”
She opened one eye to see Fiyero standing before her with an incredulous smile plastered upon his face, “Fiyero? Fiyero, Thank Oz! Nobody believed me when I spoke your name, they said I was making you up. Things haven’t been the same since we-“ her voice trailed off when her eyes fell upon his traveling companion.
Before she could speak, the book in her arms suddenly began to warm and quake, burning the palms of her hands until she dropped it upon the ground. The cover flipped open and the pages began to whir wildly until the book lay spread open, its secrets apparently spilling for Fiyero.
“You’re the book’s owner?” Galinda asked, temporarily forgetting his abnormally colored companion.
The accompanying antelope spoke, “He is not,” with as much grace as she could, she nudged Elphaba in the direction of the book, “The Grimmerie appears to be speaking to you, my dear.”
Elphaba stood back from the book, “I do not know how to read.”
Essie nudged her forward gently, “Try.”
Reluctantly, Elphaba fell before the book. The words seemed to dance around the page, making even less sense to her than a normal book would. Her hand hovered against the page and she could feel heat radiating from the book, spreading through her. Not the kind of warmth that she felt with Fiyero, the other kind.
The kind that usually ended up in people getting hurt.
Her fingertip brushed against one of the dancing words at the same moment that it fell from her lips and the words on the page stopped moving, the message become clear. Though she’d never read a day in her life, the words came easily now in a soft and rhythmic chant until a purple glow enveloped her.
“What’s happening to her?” Fiyero called to Essie, his hand shielding his eyes. Whatever it was, it was unsettling and he worried for her safety, “Elphaba, stop! We don’t know what that book-“
“It’s okay, child. This is fate. The book will protect her. It must protect her.”
Just as suddenly as the commotion began, it was over. Elphaba sat, hunched over the book, eyes frozen on her hand. As many times as she had wondered what it would be like, she was both simultaneously horrified and relieved all at the same time. She felt familiar hands upon her shoulder and she looked up with widened brown eyes, a stark contrast to her pale skin, the color of porcelain.
Fiyero knelt at her side, grasping her hand in his, “Is this…this isn’t permanent. It can’t be,” he stammered, “This will fade?”
Essie looked at Elphaba who looked both bewildered and exhilarated all at the same time, “You shall have safe passage to Kiamo Ko castle. Lady Galinda has priviledge and will be able to provide you with a safe transport.”
“I will?” Galinda asked, confused by what she was seeing.
“You will,” The Antelope confirmed to the rosy blond, “you must help them. So much relies upon it.”
Galinda looked at the pair on the ground, studying him so closely. Ten minutes ago, he was supposedly a figment of her imagination and now she was watching magic books and a green girl turning colors as if changing her clothes.
It was dizzying.
Fiyero helped Elphaba to her feet and then lifted the book into his arms, “Come. Kiamo Ko is a long journey and we don’t know how long this will last.”
Elphaba began to follow him but then turned to thank Essie for her assistance but she was gone. She looked down at her hands again. Surely it was some sort of a dream. Though Fiyero had been insistent that the dream would not last, she wasn’t certain that she wanted it to end.