Him, A Wicked Fanfic
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Wicked and its characters, but alas, I don't. These are L. F. Baum and Gregory Maguire's characters. :'(
Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Elphaba did have feelings for green eyed, black haired Liir.
It was a particularly storming night in the Vinkus, something that didn't happen often. Kiamo Ko was getting hit rather hard, and Elphaba couldn't sleep.
Apparently, neither could Liir.
Elphaba had been up for a while before she heard the small tap tap tap on her wooden door. Frustration was the first emotion to wash over her green body. "Who is it, and why do they feel they need to disturb me?"
The handle was twisted, and a little green eye peeked through the crack. A black eyebrow was above said eye, and tears were running down the face. "Auntie Witch?"
Sniff.
Elphaba swung open the door to fully reveal the 9 year old male child before her. Her hands found a resting place on her hips as she said, "What is it?"
Sniff. "I'm afraid-d of the s-storm. It's s-scary." Hiccup.
Elphaba sighed, not really knowing how to respond. "Just put your head into your pillow. Maybe you'll suffocate, and then there won't be any storms." Really, this was uncalled for, but it's Elphaba...
Liir just started sobbing. A flash of light appeared outside of the window, followed by a rather loud boom.
"Oh, come on then, you stupid child." Elphaba waved him forward, a fairly rare gesture that would've shocked anyone.
Liir just walked forward, nearly tripping over a loose stone because his tears were clouding his vision. The infamous Wicked Witch merely pulled him into her arms in an act of tenderness. Her face was still.
Liir curled into the "welcoming" embrace and held onto her waist. The small boy was shaking, he was sobbing so hard.
"Relax, child. The storms pass, just as moments and seconds and minutes and hours do. Just as the seasons do. It's going to be over soon. Just stop this crying; it hurts if it gets onto my skin." Elphaba shut her eyes as she said this. "You know, I don't like storms either. But I don't go around crying about it. Stay still!"
Liir had tried to wiggle his way further into her chest, but she wasn't allowing it. "You have a perfectly fine pillow to bury your head into, Liir."
He looked up, the snot streaming down his face (and was now on her bodice). "B-but I w-want m-m-my M-mom!" The boy was crying again.
Elphaba's face hardened. "You only want what others have. Stop being so jealous and get to your own chambers. I don't want to hear of this anymore." She all but pushed him out of her arms. "Go!"
As Liir walked back down the cold steps to the room he slept in, he had a feeling that Auntie Witch wasn't telling the truth.
But that's what the Thropps did best; Lie.
Fin