So, I decided that since I have a lot of ideas for fluffy Fiyeraba drabbles, I will consolidate them into one story, just to make things easier for me, and for you all, of course!

Fiyero had no idea what had gotten his daughter into boxing. It seemed like just yesterday, she was playing on the floor with her dress-up dolls and putting make-up on him while he slept. And then she decided that she wanted to take boxing lessons with her friends. At first, Fiyero and Elphaba were hesitant, but eventually agreed, knowing that they had to be supportive of their daughter and what she wanted to explore.

But when the Vinkun dropped his nine-year old daughter off at the class, he suddenly realized why she wanted to be there.

There were only boys there.

Fiyero could only gape as his daughter ran over to one of the boys, giggling and batting her eyelashes. The boy she was talking to smiled and blushes, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.

"Evina, come here!" Fiyero called once he found his voice.

The young girl blinked before hurrying over to her father. "Yes, Daddy?"

"Don't you… um… think that you would rather… do something else… that doesn't involve so many… boys?"

Evina blinked before rolling her eyes in a very "Elphaba-like" manner. "I'll be fine, Daddy."

"Princess…"

"Daddy, I have to go now. The class is starting," Evina said as she gave her father a short hug and ran into the room.

Fiyero stayed for the whole glass, waiting not-so-patiently for the moment his daughter would emerge. When she finally came out and asked if she and Davion could get ice cream together, the prince was about to say no, but then his daughter flashed him her puppy-dog eyes, and before he knew it, he was paying for two chocolate cones with sprinkles.

Just as Fiyero feared, Evina didn't want to stop boxing lessons. As the weeks passed, she only became more and more excited about going to her classes.

"Daddy, will you help me practice?" Evina asked one weekend afternoon.

Fiyero, who had been sitting on a reclining chair on the porch with Elphaba, sighed and nodded. "Okay, princess."

The green woman watched with amusement as her husband got up. "Be careful, you two."

"We will, Fae," Fiyero said, rolling his eyes. "What do you need help with, Ev?"

Evina gave her father the instructions, and that's how Fiyero found himself leaning against the wall with his hands over his head as his daughter used him as a punching bag. Elphaba watched as Evina practiced what she learned in class. She punched Fiyero with her boxing gloves, pausing every so often to take a breath.

"Not so low, Ev," Fiyero said as she started to go below his stomach.

"That's not low," Ev argued before hitting Fiyero's sides.

"Evina, not so low!" the Vinkun repeated.

Evina frowned before hitting his left side, then hitting a very sensitive spot rather hard. The prince gasped before falling to his knees, his forehead touching the floor.

"That's low," Evina said.

Elphaba had spit out her drink and her arms curled around her abdomen as she cackled. She tried to calm herself down and catch her breath, but she looked at Fiyero again and she was right back to cackling.

"Daddy, are you okay?" Evina asked innocently, tilting her head to the side.

Fiyero could only whimper.

"Ha… hah… are you okay, Y-Yero?" Elphaba breathed, trying desperately to calm herself.

Fiyero made a noise, tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth to try and speak, but he ended up whimpering again.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Evina said, blinking at her father.

"I'm… f-fine," Fiyero finally managed to squeak after a while, pushing himself to his feet. "I… g-go… inside," he said as he waddled back into the cottage.

Elphaba and Evina shared a look before bursting into laughter.