AN: So this is it, then. The epilogue. I want to thank you all so very much for reviewing/following/adding this story as a favourite, and for reading this in general (also to my silent readers, if I have any). This has been my very first Wicked fanfic ever, I've been very hesitant about posting it, but I'm glad I did.

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Each happy ending's a brand new beginning

Forever could even start today

Maybe it's just one wish away

Your ever ever after

Fiyero found her in the bedroom, where she was standing in front of the floor length mirror, looking at her own reflection with an expression of pure loathing on her face. She turned when she heard him enter. 'I can't believe I let Glinda talk me into this dress.'

He chuckled. 'Oh, come on, you could have seen it coming.'

'I did.' She turned back to the mirror and looked at herself in disgust. 'I've been begging Glinda not to do this to me, but she insisted it is her wedding – she's right about that, of course – and then started rambling about how a pink bridesmaid's dress would look so amazing next to her because it would match with her wedding dress, and how it would look so amazing on me because it would match with the specific shade of my skin… The skin everyone can see, obviously, not my real skin. Pink does not go all that good with green, as you can see for yourself. I don't even know what she said after that – I kind of tuned out after 'specific shade'.'

He laughed again and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. He looked at their reflection and smiled. 'You look beautiful.'

She rolled her eyes at him, allowing herself to make fun of him this once because she knew she looked absolutely ridiculous. 'Thank Oz only a handful of people can see 'how good pink goes with green'.'

His gaze suddenly grew serious. 'It's not right.'

She looked him in the eye via the mirror, a confused look on her face. 'What? The dress? That's what I've been telling you for the past few minutes, Fiyero – it looks horrible on me. Have you been listening at all?'

'Not the dress,' he interjected. 'This. The skin.' He gestured with one hand to their mirror image, indicating her fair skin. 'It's still beautiful, don't get me wrong, it's just… not right. It's not you.'

She smiled at that, tears glistening in her eyes. 'Oh, Yero…'

'I'm sorry,' he apologised, mentally kicking himself for upsetting her. 'I know this is what you always wanted, but…'

She shook her head. 'It's not.' She paused for a moment. 'Not anymore, anyway. Because you're right – this isn't me. It's just… you're the only one to acknowledge that so far,' she admitted. 'Everyone so far only told me how good it looked, and Glinda, of course, immediately started summing up every colour that would look good on me now, with my new complexion…'

He chuckled faintly at that, imagining the picture in his head.

'…but no one saw how wrong this is,' she finished softly, looking at her foreign reflection. 'It doesn't feel right. When I see myself like this… I don't feel like me anymore.'

'But you are you,' he stated simply, trailing his finger down her bare arm, locking eyes with her in the mirror. 'You are not just your skin, Fae – nor are you just your intelligence, or your magical powers, or your beauty. You are you because you are all those things combined in one amazing person, and the colour of your skin doesn't change anything about that. Although,' he continued, not taking his eyes off hers when he lowered his head and brushed her bare shoulder with his lips, 'I'm happy to still be able to see the real you, the green you. It suits you better.'

She smiled at him and allowed herself to melt into his embrace for a moment. 'I still can't believe Glinda and Corrin are actually getting married,' she mumbled, shaking her head in disbelief.

A few months ago, not too long after Elphaba's presentation to Oz, Glinda had come over to the Vinkus, where Elphaba and Fiyero had been staying. No one had known about her trip, so Elphaba had been absolutely startled when the blonde suddenly came dashing into her room, squealing. 'Glinda? What in Oz are you doing here?'

'He proposed!' she had shrieked, practically pushing her engagement ring in Elphaba's face. 'Corrin proposed! We're going to be married!'

She had immediately asked Elphaba to be her maid of honour, and because Glinda was her best friend, she had said yes – even if that meant being dragged throughout the Emerald City for dress shopping, picking out flowers and jewellery for the bride to wear, picking out shoes, of course, and helping the blonde arrange the guest list… Today, however, everything was ready, and she was certain that Glinda was thrillified about this finally happening.

She kissed Fiyero's cheek. 'I have to go. Glinda is waiting for me – I have to help her put on her dress.'

He squeezed her hand. 'I'll see you at the ceremony.'

She nodded and smiled at him before hurrying through the hallways to Glinda's chambers. The other bridesmaids were helping Glinda do her hair and make-up, chattering on about how exciting this all was, and Glinda's eyes lit up as she saw her friend. 'Elphie!' she squealed. 'You look so pretty!'

Elphaba glared at her. 'Not another word if you want to get married in one piece, Miss Upland.'

'Of the Upper Uplands,' Glinda corrected her, giggling. She got up, brushing the bridesmaids off of her, and embraced her friend. 'I'm so glad you're here.'

Elphaba patted her back. 'You should get dressed. Or you'll be late for your own wedding.'

'I'm supposed to be late,' Glinda stated confidently. 'Fashionably late.'

The green girl rolled her eyes. 'Would you get dressed already?'

She helped Glinda into her gown and together, they stared at her mirror image for a moment. 'Oh, Glin,' Elphaba finally broke the silence. 'You look so beautiful.'

Glinda's wedding dress was floor length, with layers of tulle flowing from her waist down. The silk straps of the dress went around her upper arms instead of over her shoulders and there was a pale pink strip around her waist, as well as several small bows in the same colour scattered across the skirt. She wore her usual tiara and a veil, and the dress had a six metre long trail. Her hair was curled and she was beaming like Elphaba had never seen before.

Glinda hugged her friend again. 'Oh, Elphie, I can't believe this is finally happening!'

'Believe it,' Elphaba told her earnestly. 'You deserve it, Glin.' Together, they looked at their reflection in the mirror again, and Elphaba smiled wryly. 'It actually does look kind of good. My dress, I mean. It matches with the pink in your dress.'

Glinda rolled her eyes. 'Of course it does!' she exclaimed, and Elphaba decided not to reply to that. Instead, she handed Glinda her wedding bouquet, consisting of white and pink roses, before taking her own, smaller bouquet. 'Shall we go?' she suggested. 'They must be waiting for us.'

Fiyero watched as the bridesmaids started walking down the red carpet, holding pink and white bouquets. Between every two bridesmaids, there was a little girl scattering rose-petals across the floor, and Fiyero couldn't help but roll his eyes fondly at the display. This wedding was just so… Glinda.

Elphaba appeared in her pink dress, and she winked at him as she followed the others and took place next to the altar, across from Fiyero. He couldn't keep his eyes off her until the music started to play and the bride appeared – he didn't think Glinda would appreciate him drooling over her maid of honour when this was so clearly her day.

It turned out, however, that Glinda wasn't paying attention at all as to whether everyone was directing their attention at her or not. Her shiny blue eyes were locked on one person only – the person standing next to Fiyero in a tux. To his amusement, Fiyero noted the tears in Corrin's eyes as he watched his bride walk down the aisle in awe. She beamed at him as she took her place and the actual ceremony started.

It was a beautiful ceremony. They exchanged their vows, and nearly everyone – including Elphaba, he noted to his amazement – was crying by the time they slid the rings around each other's fingers and shared a soft, loving kiss. Everyone was cheering when they pulled apart, and Fiyero had to admit that Glinda looked happier than he had ever seen her, including on their own engagement party. Looking at her was like squinting into the sun, her smile was so radiating, and Corrin looked just as dreamy. Fiyero was happy for them. They both deserved to be happy together.

He linked arms with Elphaba, as the best man was supposed to do with the maid of honour, and she rested her head against his shoulder as they followed the bridal couple down the red carpet again. 'They both look so happy.'

'That could be us, you know,' he murmured into her ear, and she looked up at him wide-eyed. He laughed. 'What? You honestly thought I intended to spend the rest of my life with you without marrying you?'

'But… but then I would be…'

'My wife? Princess of the Vinkus? Yes. And you'd be wonderful as both,' he told her earnestly as they entered the giant ballroom where the reception would be. She smiled up at him and he kissed her.

They both went separate ways after that – Elphaba went over to Glinda to congratulate her friend, and Fiyero wandered towards where the men were standing to talk to Corrin. The former leader of the Resistance wore a broad grin and Fiyero laughed. 'Looks like you've got it pretty bad.'

'Wait until your own wedding day,' the other man replied, one eyebrow raised, and Fiyero had to admit that he was probably right. 'You're lucky to have her, Corrin,' the Prince said, slapping the groom's shoulder. 'Don't let her slip away.'

'Never,' Corrin told him earnestly, smiling at Glinda as he saw her looking at him. She was still beaming and so was he, Fiyero noticed when he took a closer look at his newly wedded friend. 'Are you going to live in the palace with her?'

Corrin nodded. 'I'll become her co-ruler,' he explained. 'She asked me to be, since I've been helping her out with ruling Oz ever since she became ruler herself, and I said yes. I'd be glad to help her.'

As the night proceeded and both men drank more and more of the exclusive wines Glinda had ordered for the party, they became less and less… well, sober.

'If you're going to be co-ruler, we'll have to find you a nice title,' Fiyero declared. 'You know, something that matches with 'Glinda the Good'. Would have been much easier if it had been me, of course – 'Fiyero the Fantastic' would've been perfect.'

Corrin grinned at that. 'Dream on, Fiyero.'

'What should we do with you?' Fiyero went on, not resisting the urge to provoke the other man. 'Crazy Corrin? Glinda the Good and Crazy Corrin? That sounds pretty cool to me.'

The groom glared at him. 'Corrin the Clever.'

'Corrin the Cruel.'

'You should have a name like that too, you know,' Corrin pointed out. 'I mean, they call your father 'Harold the Wise'. As soon as you become King of the Vinkus, you're going to be…'

'Like I said – Fiyero the Fantastic.'

'I think 'Fiyero the Fool' suits you better.'

'Fiyero the Fair.'

'Farting Fiyero.' They both doubled over with laughter at that, and Glinda and Elphaba, who had approached them and overheard most of the conversation, exchanged looks. 'That,' Glinda declared, 'is so childish.'

'And all this time, I've been thinking you finally grew up,' Elphaba sighed to Fiyero as she took his arm. He gave her a crooked grin as he turned to face her, swaying slightly. 'Just men talk, Fae.'

'"Farting Fiyero"? Is that men talk?' Glinda demanded. 'In that case, I don't ever want to have a conversation with a man again.'

Both men burst out laughing again and Elphaba rolled her eyes at Glinda. 'Just ignore them. They'll sober up eventually.'

Glinda groaned. 'This is so unromantic. Am I supposed to have my wedding night with this?' She waved at Corrin in disgust, and Elphaba chuckled. 'I'll go get some coffee to try and sober them up.'

'Good idea,' Glinda grumbled. 'I'm going to whack my dear husband in the face and then I think I'm going to retreat for the night. It's been a long day and I'm really tired.' Suddenly, a dreamy look spread across her face. 'I just said 'my husband', didn't I?'

'You did,' Elphaba confirmed, smiling. Glinda smiled, too. 'Annoying as he is right now, I think I kind of like that.'

The green girl laughed and hugged her friend before going off to find some coffee. They each fed the men two cups of black coffee before they seemed a bit more lucid, and Glinda said, 'I'm going to retreat now.'

'Glinda, no!' one of the other bridesmaids, who stood nearby, exclaimed. 'You still have to throw the bouquet!'

Elphaba rolled her eyes, but Glinda's face lit up. 'Oh, yes! How could I possibly forget that?' She hurried over to where she had left the flowers and shouted, 'Every lady that's not married yet, follow me!'

Fiyero poked Elphaba's side. 'You'd better go.'

She looked at him in disgust. 'Na-ah. No way. I'm not going to stand there with the other girls squealing about some stupid superstitious tradition.'

He pouted. 'Aw, come on, Fae.'

She opened her mouth to tell him no again, when suddenly Glinda squealed, 'Elphie! Get over her now!'

Elphaba grumbled, but obeyed nonetheless. Fiyero watched with a grin on his face as she reluctantly went to stand with the other girls, who were all chattering excitedly, stretching their arms as far as they could above their heads. 'Ready?' Glinda called, and the girls cheered.

Elphaba rolled her eyes again and folded her arms, determined not to try and catch the stupid bouquet. Glinda turned her back to the girls, squeezed her eyes shut and threw the bouquet over her shoulder with both hands. The girls jumped up and down, screaming, but the bouquet flew right over their stretched arms… before whacking Elphaba quite literally in the face.

She caught it in a reflex when it fell down from her face, and she blinked a few times at the pink and white flowers. The other girls made disappointed sounds and Glinda was shrieking enthusiastically, 'OH MY OZ, Elphie! I knew it!'

She looked up with wide eyes, right in Fiyero's face, who grinned at her, beaming. Corrin, who was standing next to the Vinkun prince, bent over a little. 'Is there something you need to tell me, Fiyero?'

Fiyero didn't tear his gaze from his lover's face, smiling at the utterly confused and slightly shocked look on her face as she kept on staring at him, then at the flowers in her hands, and then at him again. 'Who knows, Corrin,' he said mysteriously, his gaze still fixed on Elphaba. 'Who knows.'

I thought this was a rather nice ending as well ^^. Hope you agree with me, hope you enjoyed it all and thanks again so much for being so amazing!

I am planning on a sequel, but I'm not sure if I'm going to write it right away or that I'm going to do another fanfic first. Anyhow, I really hope you guys will transfer with me to my next story and keep on being the wonderful readers and reviewers you've been so far :).

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(Just in case that wasn't clear yet :P.)