Hello! I promise I'm working on the prompts. I've got some time this weekend, so I will try to work on them. For some reason I have a difficult time writing modern aus. Here's a little silly Fiyeraba. This is prompted by my martial arts training, but not true to my experience. Sort of wish it was though :P. Anyways, enjoy.

Warnings: martial arts (which to some counts as violence)

"Woah, you okay there Fae? You look a little..." Fiyero raised an eyebrow as Elphaba plopped down in the chair next to him abruptly. "Uh... stiff."

"It's this new thing I'm trying. A.. no. Nevermind," Elphaba waved him away as she began to pick at the fries left on his plate.

"No. What is it?"

"You'll laugh," Elphaba muttered.

"I won't. I promise I won't," he insisted, pushing his glass of water closer to her.

"I'm... I'm trying out a class that teaches..." she sighed. "Fighting. It's one of the physical arts."

"Really? That is so neat!" Fiyero exclaimed, causing Elphaba to jump in her seat.

"It is," she winced. "But it hurts. I've never been good at sports or anything. But my father had me learn some basic self-defense when I was younger. For protection of my sister, mainly. I thought I'd try it again now that I have the opportunity to."

"That's so cool!" Fiyero beamed, bouncing slightly in his chair. "Can I try it?"

"The physical arts? Pssssh," Avaric waved her away. "Anyone can punch things. You need to try something tough like runball."

"No way, Av. I played runball for seven years. I'd like to do something fun. With Fae," he added. He poking her jovially in the side, which made her wince again, but turn a darker green nonetheless.

"When do you practice?" Galinda asked, scraping the mustard off her sandwich with the back of her knife.

"Tuesday and Thursday nights. If any of you want to come, you can meet me at entrance to Crage Hall tomorrow at 7 and we'll walk over together. But I warn you. You might end up looking like me when you're done with it," Elphaba looked at Galinda and Avaric's shocked expressions. "Stiff. Not green. Oz guys. Come on."

"Well, either way, I'd be so lucky," Fiyero smiled and kissed her gently on the nose.

The next night, Avaric, Galinda, Fiyero, and Elphaba,as well with a few larger boys Elphaba didn't know the names of, lined up in the gymnasium of Three Kings.

"Alright," Dr. Catidsa barked. "We're going to start with something easy."

One by one, Dr. Catidsa took turns throwing them down onto a mat. With a loud slap, each hit the ground and jumped up again.

"This is fun," Fiyero said excitedly as Galinda popped up from the mat.

"Maybe for you."

"Good. Everyone seems to get that, so we'll move on," Catidsa said. His long legs paced him back and forth in front of the students as if he was sizing up a military recruitment. "Now. The key to hand to hand combat is to always be ready to move. Stay light on your toes. Let your heels hit the ground and you're as good as unconscious. Uh, Thropp. Hardswater. On the mat please."

Elphaba gulped and stepped forward. Opposite her was the biggest guy there. His hair was short and wiry and more than one of his teeth were missing.

Probably hockey, Elphaba thought. Great. He can take a hit.

"Now. Hardswater. I want you to try and land a hit on Miss Thropp's back."

"That's easy," Hardswater guffawed.

"No. It is not. I've watched Miss Thropp here. She is the fastest person in this room. SHe knows how to read people, to anticipate their next moves. Very uncommon to have such little experience and do so well," Catidsa explained, with a slight nod to Elphaba. "Hardswater, you have thirty seconds to land a strike or else you run three laps. Got it?"

Hardswater snapped to attention.

"Yes sir I do."

"Good," Catidsa looked at his watch.

"Ready to get squished, green bean?" Hardswater snarled. Elphaba just shook her head.

"On your mark... Get set... go."

Hardswater barreled forward, his arms outstretched. Elphaba spun on the ball of her foot. In one swift move, she turned, her back against his arm and peeled off, ending up behind him. Angry, he turned and swung wildly. She ducked, and seeing her opportunity, rolled underneath him. She popped up on the other side and, feeling a bit more confident, poked him in the back.

"Five seconds!" Catidsa shouted.

In one last burst of energy, Hardswater threw himself forward. Elphaba stepped backwards, allowing him to fall flat on his face.

"Time!" Catidsa barked.

He looked up from his watch to see Hardswater crying angrily on the ground and Elphaba standing over him bemused.

"Hardswater. Three laps. Go!"

Hardswater cursed under his breath as he stood. With one last expletive, he ran off to the other side of the gym.

"Anyone else like to try?" Catidsa asked, his eyebrows rising into his flyaway hair.

Every single person in line shook their heads wildly.

"Huh. I've always had at least someone try that drill a second time. Looks like people are a bit intimidated by you, Miss Thropp."

It's about damn time, she thought.

"How about you Master Tenmeadows. Would you like to give it a shot?"

"I'm good," Avaric said in a low voice. He had subconsciously backed up a whole two feet away from ELphaba.

"Alright. How about you miss?" Catidsa asked, turning to Galinda.

"No, no thanks. I've decided against participating today. But thank you."

"Fine. I guess that leaves you Master Tiggelar."

Elphaba and Fiyero's eyes both widened.

"I, uh, I don't know. I've never..." Fiyero stammered.

"Oh go on. She'll go easy on you, right Miss Thropp?"

Color flooded Elphaba's cheeks as she nodded slightly.

But Fiyero stayed where he stood. It took Avaric pushing him forcibly to finally get him onto the mat.

"Ready? Ready? Okay then. Three, two, one, go!"

Elphaba's face changed. Here eyes were no longer flitting between Fiyero and Catidsa, but focused on the movement of Fiyero. SHe prowled like a Cat, stalking back and forth, always ready to be defensive.

"Any day now, please," Catidsa announced.

Elphaba leapt forward. Fiyero cut inside.

She turned on her heel, her teeth almost bared. Her black hair flashed as she rolled forward. Fiyero, in a fit of gymnastics he didn't know he was capable of, jumped straight up , his legs flying out the sides.

Elphaba grabbed his shoulder as he landed, and turned him around.

But he was a bit faster than her.

He ducked, and grabbed her, pulling her in close to him. Without thinking, he planted a huge kiss right on her lips.

The rest of the class looked around in silence.

"Well," Catidsa stated as Fiyero and Elphaba broke apart. "I can honestly say that I have never seen any of my competitors do that before."