AN: Hi friends! It's been a minute! Ugh, I've been so busy these past few years that I haven't had the time or really even the motivation to get back into writing. However, I've been reading a lot of FF lately and I started getting back into this fandom. I thought up this idea pretty quickly after reading a post by user i-will-mourn-the-wicked on tumblr (btw please follow me! My blog is glitteringobliteration !) and I ended up writing this short little first chapter pretty quickly.
I'm not sure how long this will be, or for how long I'll be able to keep it up (as I said, I've been super busy and I've just happened to have had a lot of free time lately.) But if you enjoy this, lemme know in the review section! If you don't enjoy it and you think I should give up writing forever, lemme know in the review section! If you have any ideas on where the plot should go, feel free to PM me or message me/go to my ask box on tumblr! I don't really have any major plans for where this should go; I'm kinda just writing as I go along! Feel free to interject and give constructive criticism! I haven't written stories for a long time, so I'm sure I'll need all the help I can get. But I thought it would be fun to get back into this- I've been real desperate lately for a new creative outlet.
Well, enough about me. Without further ado, let's get on to the story!
Ps, Disclaimer: I'm not that girl.
Smile and wave. Smile and wave. Hold her hand tighter. Kiss her cheek. Laugh. Smile.
Smile.
Smile.
Smile.
They had almost finished with Press Day. Unable to stomach the public any longer, he let go of her hand and had retreated into his study where he knew he wouldn't be bothered anymore.
Ten minutes of serenity, and there was a clamor outside, followed by deafening shouts.
"Well," he laughed mirthlessly to himself, "with one exception."
"Fiyero Tiggular! Do you realize what you've just done?!" The petite blonde burst in unannounced, fuming.
"Dearest, I—" He was cut short by her rantings yet again. This was something he'd grown accustomed to when they were still in school, however the shrillness of her voice never failed to give him a nasty headache when she was through. Having zoned out of the conversation, he was brought back when she began snapping.
"Are you even listening to me?! Oz, it's like I'm not even here anymore. Why do I continue to try for you? For her? I miss her too, Fiyero, but for Oz's sakes, we're getting married soon! If you're to be my husband, you need to at least try to show me some affection for once! I was so vulnerable out there! I-I didn't know what to say to all of those people when they'd seen you leave in such a fury…"
She began to cry, as she often did. He'd become tired of the same old routine: He left, she followed, she would yell, make herself weep, and he would have to come in to save the day. "My hero," she would sigh, and fall into his arms, ever playing the damsel in distress.
It reminded him of another who had called him the same once, long ago. He longed to see her again, to hold her in his arms, to kiss her the way he should have back then. To tell her of his devotion to her, though he realizes how foolish that may sound right now considering his engagement to her best friend. But when did his foolishness ever stop him before? Agreeing to the marriage was a small price to pay if it meant he could continue dedicating his life to seeing her again. Even if it was only once, only a short moment. He knew it would be worth it.
"Fiyero," his newly betrothed wailed, "you've made me upset. Aren't you going to make it up to me?"
"Glinda," he started, "you have to know how much you surprised me earlier, dearest. Can we please talk about this?"
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