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  1. Public Bookmark 3

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    Nessarose Thropp freezes at the sight of Elphaba dancing alone at the Ozdust and reflects on how much her sister means to her.

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    16 Aug 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    Summary: The night of the masquerade, Raoul proposes to Christine. Mixed verse based largely on the musical with hints and back-story from the novel. A short one-shot written in honor of the wonderful idea for a Raoul/Christine week!

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    08 Aug 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 1

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    Somewhere in the south of France, Christine reminisces with August in the water.

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    08 Aug 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 16

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    His throat tightens with grief. "But Elphaba Tigelaar, if I can then I'll return to you, my Witch, my wife."

    "Now go." Tormented with anguish, she looks like someone cleaved her in two with a sword. "For Liir's protection, take him away from me."

     

    There are consequences to Fiyero's wedding night spent with another woman. A green child, for one.

    [Inspired by "The World As We Know It" by elphabaoftheopera.]

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    31 Jul 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 15

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    And then she saw it — the shattered edge of the path.

    A broken shelf of ice and stone, like something had collapsed.

    And beneath it, half-buried in snow, a dark shape.

    “No,” she whispered. “No, no, no—”

    She scrambled down the slope, slipping, half-falling, catching herself with hands that stung from the cold. Her knees hit the snow hard as she reached him.

    “Fiyero—!”

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    Fiyero didn’t really know when he fell — from the ridge or for her — only that both hurt like hell, and that Elphaba’s hands, shaking and warm with magic and fury, were the only thing that ever caught him.

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    31 Jul 2025

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