Take me To Oz

you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

fanarts of @episode5s ‘s fanfic “one of me is cute, but two though?” !!

I cannot stress enough how much I love this fanfic and how I devoured it in just a few hours because I simply wasn’t able to stop reading. Seriously it’s the best Gelphie fanfic I have ever read, @episode5s you are a genius and I love you!

canon-verse AU: the way i loved you (before the west and the north divided)

MASTERLIST // coming soon

glinda upland x elphaba thropp

summary: After a small hiccup in Elphaba trying to braid her hair, Glinda wants to know more about her roommate than she knows about herself.

tags: fluff, idiots in love, gelphie, glinda is curious, elphaba is clueless, tickling, teasing, light-hearted, expect typos, long for no reason, yes this was canon in Emeralds Don't Melt

word count: 3.3k (written without intent of posting)

highkey a tickle fic - you've been warned. i just thought this idea was so fucking cute.

Galinda’s typical humming was soon to turn into frustrated groans as she fought with styling her hair in front of the mirror. Her shoulder was still healing from an injury sustained when Fiyero was training her how to properly sword fight a couple days ago. She could deal with the other obstacles that had come with not being able to use her arm properly, but doing her hair was not one of them.

“Ugh!” She slammed her hair brush down and huffed in annoyance. Then, her voice lowered in volume. “I need my arm back…” She glanced over at her roommate, who sat over yonder, writing something in her notebook. “Elphie–”

“You don’t need to style your hair to look good,” Elphaba nearly cut her off in that same calm tone she always maintained. She set her pen down to give a quick but intent observation of the other’s combed, yet naturally fallen blonde hair. “It always looks perfect.”

Galinda sighed, “But it doesn’t feel perfect.” She looked back into the mirror with slumped shoulders, “It just looks…” she ran her fingers through her hair and watched it fall against her shoulder, “Blah…”

The other gave a soft scoff and went back to writing.

Then, she straightened with an idea and a small gasp. “Elphie, could you do it? Just for today? I’m sorry, I really can’t go to class looking like this.” Her face was as serious as her twisted shoulder, while her hands put her unconvincingly beautiful—to her—presentation on display.

Elphaba looked at her again, and the sincerity in her demeanor made her chuckle. It was typical Glinda Upland. “Sure.” 

Her roommate jumped up from her vanity and trotted over to her bed, beckoning her friend over with a tune in her voice, “Come over heeeere…” She took a seat on the edge of the mattress with an excited giggle.

The other followed her, “What is it you want?”

“Preferably, a braid. Preferably, French.”

Again, this amused her and she nodded. “French Braid. Let me see what I can do.” She sat down behind Galinda and began to brush her thick golden hair back with her fingers. Because her nails were longer than the typical person, she made sure to be gentle to avoid scratching her. Her nails light glided over the other’s neck, curling to not miss any loose strands. It was then that Galinda flinched with a small squeal and raised her shoulders, as if trying to protect her neck. This drew quick concern to the young witch, for she really didn’t think she’d hurt her with how careful she was trying to be. Though, it wouldn’t be the first time she underestimated herself. “I-I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

But luckily, the blonde shook her head, still smiling, “No, your nails just tickle, that’s all.” She ended that statement with her signature hum, then tossed a slight glance back, lowering her voice as if to keep on the down-low, “Not many people know, but I’m actually very ticklish.” Then, she turned back to have her roommate harness her hair again. “Popsicle was horrendible at it. I just— Wait.” She cut herself off, holding one hand up as a yield motion, to which she felt Elphaba’s hands pull away from her hair. Then, she turned around and looked into acknowledging green eyes. “What about you?”

Elphaba blinked at her, subtle confusion quick to show in the slight furrow of her brow. “What about me?” 

“Are you ticklish?” Again, she approached the question as serious as a heart-attack, like it was the deciding factor that declared if they could still be friends.

As simple of an answer as it could be, the older teen couldn’t give a quick response. “I…” She glanced away, flipping through memories of her history, all of which were heavy and sodden with anger, pain, and humiliation. Now that Galinda mentioned it, she couldn’t recall whether or not she could share this… quality. If she was ticklish, she didn’t remember partaking in the acknowledgement of it. She was always viewed as a wild animal—never to be trusted, never to be petted, and if someone did, they’d better muzzle her and bring a shock collar with them. She’d never bite without reason, but no one believed that. “I don’t know.”

Galinda’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “You don’t know? But, why?” She turned all the way around now, forgetting about the little time they had for her to style her hair before they were in danger of being late to class. “You’ve never been tickled before?”

The other shook her head.

Fair enough. However, it did make her sad that Elphaba was so neglected by, not only her father, but society, that she hadn’t been subjected to things—intimate things—that most people were introduced to as infants. Now that she had gotten to know her and connect, Galinda swore the rest of the people in Elphaba’s past were out of their minds for shunning her and breaking her humanity. But that was exactly why their paths crossed. “Okay, stay right there.” She pushed her hairbrush and hair accessories aside before situating herself properly in front of her roommate. “We’re gonna find out right now.”

“But shouldn’t we—”

“I wanna knoooow!” the sorceress sang again, cutting her off to avoid deflection. 

Elphaba sighed and kept her mouth shut. When Galinda wanted something, she was going to fight to get it, and fighting with her would just take longer than switching gears for a brief moment. But before she could say or do anything else, the younger’s manicured nails made contact with either side of her neck. It was light and soft, intentionally trying to invoke a reaction. If she wasn’t expecting it, maybe this would’ve enticed a stronger reaction, but the only one she gave was a small twitch of her eye and barely-detectable flinch of her shoulder. 

Galinda studied her, like everything. She picked up on the subtle movements, which intrigued her but it wasn’t like she was receiving a plausible answer. She watched the other’s green eyes glance around, as if she were trying to center on what she was feeling. “Don’t think about it, just relax,” she advised. There was unsteady tension found in her jaw as she delicately wiggled her fingers towards her throat. 

Not thinking was not the witch’s strong suit at all, however, she did understand that this type of thing was involuntary, which meant it didn’t matter how much or little she thought about it. At first, she couldn’t really feel much other than the fact that she knew something was there, but when Galinda drew into the anterior triangle of her neck, instinct had her jerking her head up like a horse would to pull away.

This reaction made the younger’s eyes light up, and she giggled. “That’s a start.”

Elphaba’s brow twitched, and suddenly, she wasn’t sure if she actually wanted to commit to this experiment. But after that small reaction, she wasn’t able to give much else that satisfied her curious roommate enough to draw a conclusion.

The blonde eased up as she began to look her over, picking her brain as to where else she should take a chance on. “Hmmm… I need to find a good tickle spot on you, girl. Or… rather a bad one,” she hinted as she gave her a look with a raise of her eyebrows.

“How can one be good and bad at the same time?” 

“Oh, I know, right?” She went on, thinking that they were on the same page when they weren’t, like she always did. “It’s terrible in the best way. Like, my bad spot is my thighs…” she slid her hands down the mentioned body part, then paused, “or one of my bad spots. Whenever I’m tickled there, it just makes me wanna…” She tried to find words for the intensity of the ticklish sensation and how it affected her, but there was no way to pinpoint it. “I can’t even describe it, I just—” Just the thought of it made her relive the various times her sensitive thighs were tangled with predatory fingers and grips. She couldn’t help but pull into herself as she shrieked in that Galinda way and fell back on the bed, tucking her knees in close, like she was afraid some ghost would take advantage of her. But then, she dropped her legs and placed a hand over her chest with a look at her roommate, “It just takes all my breath away.” And she sat up quickly, rolling her eyes as she finished with, “But it’s so good.”

If that was supposed to be convincing that this was a good idea, or a pleasurable idea, it was painfully mistaken. Elphaba grew even more skeptical as she shifted a little. “I don’t know, I’m afraid…”

But the sorceress was quick to reassure her, “No, it’s okay. It doesn't hurt, I promise. It just makes you laugh a lot.” She leaned in closer with a subtly seductive shoulder, her voice matching, “It’s a thrill.”

The other sighed. “Okay…” At Galinda’s pleased giggle, she glanced up to her. “So, how do I—”

“Oh, sweet Oz, I have a theory,” again, Galinda cut her off with a finger raised in the air. Answered with awaiting silence, she shared, “You always flinch, whenever I do this,” she poked her in the stomach without warning, earning the same claimed reaction, like clockwork. And like clockwork, she clocked her. A shimmer in her milk chocolate eyes and a confident squeal had her springing from her spot and for Elphaba, who instinctively fell back on the bed to avoid collision, which allowed her to jump on top, straddle her hips, and secure the upper hand. 

Pinned on her back now, the young witch blinked up at her roommate. Though, before she could say or do anything else, Galinda’s fingers made contact with her torso, intentionally soft but also firm as her nails speedily stroked through her clothing. It was the strangest sensation, she had to admit, in the quickest of seconds. There was a tension in her chest and convulsion of her throat that was instantly released in giggles, which flowed into laughter as her body’s sensory input was shocked with this new feeling. She couldn’t control it, it was just… reflexive.

On the blonde’s end, however, she was utterly delighted and gasped excitedly. “Awwww, Elphie, you are ticklish!” She was easily able to get around the other’s arms, which were instinctively trying to block her, curling and skittering her fingertips into her fluttering stomach. 

The underdog yelped at the growing sensation that made her writhe beneath Galinda’s weight. Being new to this meant that she hadn’t had experience in getting out of it, so she failed to keep up with the skill as well as the potential to explore beyond the starting point. “Oka-ha-ha-hay!” It was rather overwhelming, and her body was in autopilot, telling her to make it stop. The torturous contact made its way to her ribs, and she tried to buck, “I ca-han’t—!” She broke off in a pitched start to another laughing fit as Galinda switched up her tactic and scratched, er– clawed, up and down her sides.

From her alpha position, her roommate giggled and kept on, noticing how the older’s sides seemed to be a little more sensitive than the frontal surface of her stomach. In fact, she didn’t think she’d ever heard her voice hit that high or loud of a note, but there was a first time for everything. It was actually cute, like really cute. And when she dug her thumbs into the oblique divots of her abdomen, the witch’s hitching vocals went silent. She could feel her knees pressing against her back in the attempt to pull her legs up, while her hands tried to push hers away, but it was to no avail. The younger teen then kept on with her antics, tickling the submissive’s torso anywhere and in any way she could.

By now, Elphaba was struggling to keep up playing defense. Galinda was right about it taking her breath away, because she was so far into the uncontrollable need to laugh, she was wheezing. She wasn’t used to laughing, let alone for long periods of time, so her abdominal muscles were already aching. Plus, lying on her back wasn’t helping. 

“Tickle, tickle,” Galinda sang in that bothersome way she did when she wanted to get what she wanted, or she already had it but wanted more of it.

Around the talons digging into her ribs, the other managed to take in enough air to plead, “Ga-li-hi-hi-hinda-ha-ha-haaa!” 

“What, Elphie?” she answered and took a lucky chance at attacking her hips next, when they bucked. She settled for squeezing them repeatedly.

Her victim’s body jolted at this new area, and all the words that she wanted to say were stolen from her as her head was thrown back in a cackle that could reflect the dawning of her future, yet unknowing Wicked Witch pedigree. And a few more sharp breaths with pitched introductions to more guffaws were unleashed at the skilled nails feathering at the pelvic line in between the bones.

The blonde screamed in pleasure. “THAT’S IT! That’s the spot!” Weak whimpers from the other were trying to suppress the laughter long enough to catch a breath, but that didn’t stop her from gently scratching back up her belly. “Do you feel it?! Do you know what I’m talking about now?!”

Answering questions was the last thing on Elphaba’s list of capabilities. She couldn’t even think. Her energy and strength had drained rather quickly from this situation, but her body didn’t give up completely, for she still tried to twist and protect herself as she brought one hand over her eyes. The other arm continued in its poor attempt to guard her abdomen, while her spine pressed into the mattress. She couldn’t stop laughing though, just like Galinda had implied. “Ga-hali-hi-hinda, ple-he-hease!”

Having experienced this firsthand, Galinda was willing to cease her attack and let herself sit back against her roommate’s thighs, which were still upright at her knees’ instinct to block. “Okay, catch your breath, girl,” she said, smoothing out the clothing she’d ruffled. 

This made the witch cringe again, still hypersensitive at the previous style of touch, but she didn’t dismiss the permission to actually breathe again. Her hands were over her face as she panted, some in deep breaths, others in shallower ones, due to Galinda’s further adjustments.

Her small whimpers that occasionally hid weak giggles made her sorceress counterpart chuckle. “I know I amped it up, but I did not expect you to be this ticklish.” She giggled as she beamed down at her friend, “It’s so cute!” Then, she sighed, “We really do complement each other good.”

Beneath her hands, Elphaba managed to correct her, “Well… We complement each other… well.”

“We so do.” She resorted to soft humming but didn’t move from where she was as she watched the older recover enough to let her hands leave her face and have one rest on her chest and the other on her stomach. However, even though she knew it had been quite the rush, she was curious about one more thing, just because she had exposed herself in the area. “But… before I let you go…” She dropped her voice to add anticipation as green eyes drew to her. “I am curious about one more spot…” She didn’t look away, reaching behind her slowly. “I wanna know if your thighs are as ticklish as mine are!” Then, she let her French-manicured nails go to work on Elphaba’s thighs, trailing quick scratches over her quadriceps and to her inner thighs before she could stop her, if she was as sensitive there as she was.

To her hope, she was. The underdog bit back a shriek that was, in exchange, projected as a shrill noise that almost sounded like a squeal, then instantly drowned into laughter again. Her bent knees released immediately to try and get away from the newfound attack. The sensation seemed to come off much stronger and intense, making her immediate reaction after laughing desperate to avoid any further onslaught. “Noo-ho-ho-ho-hooo!” The delicate lick of nails were transitioned to playful squeezing, like the tactic that was performed on her hips. It started just above her knees and traveled up, in which she threw her head back in a guttural laugh. Her whole body seemed to ache at the amount of tension that it had, making her back arch as she kicked out. 

Galinda laughed aloud too at this and made it all the way to the top of her legs, where they met her pelvis. Elphaba was nothing more than wheezing and silent laughter now. She couldn’t say she related more.

“Na-ha-ha, no-ho, please!” The witch found enough breath and cardiothoracic strength to beg for mercy. “My-hy stomach h-hu-hurts, Galinda, ple-he-he-hease!”

It wasn’t exactly a war to be one, because the sorceress granted her wishes and released her from her predatory clutches. She released another exclamation of excitement and swung her leg over to collapse on the bed next to her roommate. She lay on her side, eyes gleaming at the other, who was panting with both hands on her stomach. She knew how much laughing could hurt her own stomach, so she had no doubt Elphaba would be sore for a little bit. “We were meant for each other,” she told her.

The older heard her but didn’t respond, still sorting through the mixed emotions and feelings that she had just experienced. It was weird. She couldn’t say she liked it, but at least it was Galinda, who obviously had the same experiences.

“Elphie.”

She turned her head towards the younger teen, who sat up but still looked down at her.

A warm smile pulled at her lips as she spoke, “I’m proud of you.” She had to admit, that was likely a huge step for someone like her, and she may have gotten a little carried away, but she was in it so might as well take a little bit of the advantage. Furthermore, finding out about the certain spots that made her roommate tick was thrilling, and she was pleasantly surprised by the reaction she received. “That was good.”

And, of course, Elphaba, being her and not fully understanding the situation, was willing to accept the compliment, “Thank you.” She did the rewarding work, when you tore it apart. Without her, there wouldn’t have been anything to call good.

From outside the dorm, quick footsteps approached and were quickly followed by anxious knocks on the door.

“Galinda! You guys are late!”

Pfannee’s voice came through the walls.

Galinda gasped and jumped up. “Oh, Elphie, come on, we gotta go!”

For someone that was just having trouble breathing, Elphaba was like a cat as she left the bed and finished her routine business. 

Galinda shouted, “But you didn’t get to braid my hair!”

“I’ll do it in class!” she barked back, sounding like her usual self again.

“Sit next to me!” 

She scoffed with a small roll of her eyes. Where else was she going to sit if she was going to do her hair? But she dismissed it with a, “Yes, obviously!” and the two met at the door. 

Having the handle be on the witch’s side, she opened it and let Galinda out first, before racing after her. As quick as she was to snap out of the events that had unfolded that morning, they didn’t leave her head. She could definitely still feel the lingering ache in her stomach, but that didn’t stop her from running down hallways and beating her roommate up staircases.

She knew that it was only a matter of time before someone else, of her kind, took interest in her Elphie.

And, though understandably so - because her Elphie is beautiful, wonderful, talented, kind, unique in a way that one would be glad to come cross once in a century - Glinda still feels possessive.

Fangs bared, voice low, eyes flashing, aura dangerous, kind of possessive.

(She hadn't meant to interfere, not really. Elphaba can take care of herself. It's just that he's such a prick, smirking and sliding up next to Elphaba like he was worth an ounce of her time, complimenting on her writing, her dress... settling a hand on her back... Elphaba countering wittingly at his lame jokes... And then his teeth had glinted white.)

"Avaric, back the fuck off," Glinda says, or rather, growls, at her fellow vampire. Her hand is in his cravat, nails biting into her own skin at the intensity with which she is pulling him to the balls of his feet. Her strength is unparalleled when she gets like this, and Glinda thanks her royal lineage for it when she sees the flicker of nervousness in Avaric's eyes. "She's mine."

He stares at her a moment longer. Searching her face for something, though she isn't sure what, because if this prick doesn't get out of her line of sight in the next two seconds, she will smear his blood on the bar floor herself.

Like one of the victims unfortunate enough to cross their path when they get insatiably hungry.

When he finally scoffs and rips himself from her grasp, straightening out his suit, Glinda watches him stomp away. She tries to tamp down the fire burning bright in her abdomen when he spares a bitter glance over his shoulder (at her, at Elphaba watching slack jawed), barely.

When the door swings shut behind him, Glinda grabs Elphaba's arm. Ignoring everyone else around them blatantly staring, she drags her closer, nuzzling her nose in the crevice of Elphaba's neck, breathing in her scent.

Her mouth salivates at the idea of biting, of marking her human right then, right there in front of everybody to see.

Glinda's mind is still clouded. Hazy. Red.

(She could not give a damn.)

"You look gorgeous tonight," she purrs instead, grazing her fangs at the soft patch of skin on Elphaba's neck. The fire in her undead being climbs into her chest at the soft whine spilling from Elphie's lips. "I want to drink you."

"Glin..." Elphaba gasps, like she's unable to suck in a full gulp of air. It makes Glinda's head pound. "We are in public."

"So? Let them see." Her teeth presses into that patch harder. It feels so tantalizing. Glinda doesn't usually make it a habit to let her vampirism run rampant in public - it is unbecoming, and besides, her family is notable enough to deem it unnecessary - but Elphaba makes it a habit to ruin all her notions of decency and social aptitude. "I want everyone to know that you belong to me."

"There wasn't anything between me and Avaric," her Elphie tries to reply, but is cut short by the sharp squeeze on her waist. She quickly replaces the rest of her sentence with a nod. "Yeah, whatever you want, my sweet."

give me your hand Elphie... like that

Day 15/26: “Oblivion”

So when Glinda returned to Shiz after Elphaba left, she would sleep in Elphaba's bed because it still had Elphaba's scent on it.

they make me SICK

It..tastes like her?!

Happy lesbian visibility week <3 enjoy some..fanart-..ception?? it's based off of a fic that was based on my succubus Elphaba drawing