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Feeling Some Silly Fangirly Feelings Real Hard

I have nothing against the latest Batman movie, I haven’t even seen it, I’m sure it’s fine. However, and this is very important, my fangirly soul hurts. Why? Because when I search for ‘Oswald Cobblepot’ (coz not everybody tags much more than that) I don’t want the results diluted with a gritty looking gangster bloke - give me the wonderful Robin Lord Taylor playing my psychotic adorable chaotic twink boi short king of Gotham. That’s it. That’s my post.

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Saw this in Bookmarks for my Nygmobblepot fic ‘What Can Fly Without Wings?’ and I don’t think I could have asked for a better review lol

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

My first ever Supernatural fanfc, a Destiel oneshot with some silliness and it gets plenty steamy too.

Summary: There's always been something unspoken between Dean and Castiel, it's in how they look at each other, but never put into words...until Castiel watches a rom-com and, despite what Dean says, he might just be into some 'chick flick moments'.

Sneak Peak: Dean rubbed the sleep from his eyes and realised he was partly hugging a pillow, whispers of his dream and how right it felt to hold his friend was like a living ache in his now empty arms. As he sat up and started to wake up fully, he heard a knock at the hotel room door.

With the way the room was laid out, the door was obscured from the main room, just a small wall lined with closet space and Dean thought nothing of going to answer the knock.

As Dean opened the door, any remaining sleepiness was chased away at the sight of Castiel standing in the hallway, a finger to his lips to signal for quiet. But what made Dean freeze was when he looked at what Castiel was holding in his other hand. Stunned, Dean felt like laughing and crying but he just remained in awe as he witnessed what was likely to be the corniest, most ridiculous and sweetest moment in his life so far.

Cas was standing in the hallway - holding cards that he had written on.

Like in the movie.

The famous ‘to me you are perfect’ Love Actually scene, and Dean stood paralysed by the very idea.

- to read the rest follow the link!

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So... we gonna Ignore the fact Ed just had THOUSANDS of photos of Oswald just lying around..and abb 100+ Drawings of him as well...k

Ed...honey that's embarrassing

[ynngaa]

It’s almost Christmas Eve. Jingle bell🎵jingle bell🎵 contraption

[belovedwithkindness]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New bonus chapter of my Nygmobblepot story What Can Fly Without Wings. 

Sneak Peak: 

Just as he finished his replies a new message came in and Oswald instantly smiled. A text from Jim.

Their relationship was rather interesting since saving Gotham together, the charity and supporting Gotham getting back on it’s feet helped. Oh, Jim was well aware of Oswald’s continuing business in the underworld and Oswald of Jim’s new and more powerful position with the police, but they’d struck a kind of balance. An understanding of ‘realms’, Jim was to protect the people, the innocent’s of Gotham, those in need and for justice, and Oswald was to manage the dark side of Gotham, the undercurrents that made Gotham what it is, and for all it’s criminality it brought a kind of order.

The message Oswald read was simple but direct, ’Don’t abuse too much power when you’re mayor.’

The smile couldn’t be helped, the text was deceptively friendly and perhaps and kind of ‘please’ to it. Texting back he typed ‘Of course not, old friend. Just keep in mind that ‘too much’ is subjective.’ with a mischievous grin.

Once it was sent and the device pocketed Oswald found himself being watched, Ed clearly amused and the kingpin asked “what?”

It was Martin who silently laughed and signed to his father ‘you’re smiling like Esther when she looks at things she can take apart.’

Ed only smiled wider and agreed “it’s the exact same grin” and Oswald thought to qualify it somehow but decided against it.

“Maybe there’s good reason” he replied smugly, no further explanation needed.

Jim hadn’t said ‘if you win’. Jim had said when.

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okay watching Gotham is like a box of chocolate you never know who you’re gonna ship with Oswald Cobblepot

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This Leyendecker is pretty much perfectly Gobblepot: vintage Oswald visiting vintage Jim.  Everything is perfect, right down the posture and dress and facial expressions

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Another bonus chapter set after the events of my Nygmobblepot story ‘What Can Fly Without Wings?’ looking at moments of Edward and Oswald’s life together. 

Sneak Peak: As if on cue, Oswald heard Ed approach the bedroom, better yet he had other Edward with him and back from their walk which doubled as research into the state of the city.

The banks don’t have cash in the vault like they used to, all of Gotham rebuilding, and until it’s stable again it won’t be right for anyone - criminals included.

Ed opened the door and peeked into the room, upon seeing Oswald snuggled up with their children the genius couldn’t help but feel that kind of warm and fuzzy all of a sudden.

“Well, now this is something to come home to” Ed chimed, their dog walking lazily into the room also and thinking about making the jump onto the bed before remembering he exercised for no one and curled up by the foot of the bed, earning a quiet laugh from the kingpin. Some things never change.

“I would get up to welcome you home but, as you can see, I’m very much trapped” Oswald said with a smile, removing his hand from soothing down Esther’s back for one moment to gesture to their children.

Ed sighed purposefully, looking over the ‘situation’ of the two kids, and said “there was nothing you could have done to avoid this, they’re too powerful” and both found themselves giggling at the silliness.

“I’m alright” Oswald mock reassured but couldn’t stop laughing as he added “it’s looks a lot worse than it is.”

“So brave…” Ed added, a sweet kind of joy in just being able to make jokes and enjoy what they have.

Slowly, careful so as to not disturb the sleeping boy or relaxed baby, Ed joined them by sitting on the bed. Esther moved a little to get a better look at her papa though she was so soothed she didn’t whine until she saw Ed give Oswald a kiss, making a noise and signing for a ‘kiss’ herself, dropping her penguin toy in the process.

“You’ll get one too, Esther” Ed chimed and leaned down, gently giving her a kiss to the cheek which was partly scarred and no less loved, and the girl smiled with a kind of happy chirp sound in response, even more so as her papa handed her back the plushie penguin too.

[belovedwithkindness]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Another bonus chapter to nygmobblepot story ‘What Can Fly Without Wings?’, expect looks at their wedding night (mature, duh), mentions of Sofia (past tense), Oswald’s revenge on Tabitha, and ‘I’m gonna fix you, Ed’.

Sneak Peak:

“You want to talk about it?” Ed asked.

Oswald opened his mouth as though to speak before biting his bottom lip, not rightly able to settle on how to feel “today was a…it was a complicated day” he managed.

He then shuffled forward to reach for the decanter on the coffee table and took out two glasses from the drinking case there, pouring himself one and offering to Ed as well. Whisky wasn't Ed’s favourite but he decided to drink in solidarity this time and accepted it. Oswald was quick to down his while Ed took only a small sip and watched his lover carefully before joining him on the couch.

“Oswald? what happened?” Ed asked “did Professor Strange try anything or-“

“No” came the flat answer, “it’s not about that.”

“Then what?”

Oswald poured himself another glass, clearly tired by the day just had, and raised it “to Butch.”

Ed hadn’t expected Oswald to say that but it wasn’t out of the blue, “you cured him?” Ed asked as the glasses clinked.

“I killed him” came the simple and shocking reply.

Dumbfounded, Edward froze for a moment trying to let that sink in, Oswald hadn't mentioned a thing about that as a plan and Ed wondered for a moment if it was by accident. “Did the remedy not work on him?”

“Oh no, it worked, Butch got back to normal…he looked so happy” Oswald said, a mock cheeriness to his voice before a small sigh adding “…and I shot him” leaning back on the couch and continuing his drinking.

Thoroughly perplexed, Ed put down his glass and sat surprised for several moments, that was until Oswald finished his second and went to pour a third glass.

Watching Oswald drink away whatever happened earlier to make him do that, Ed felt compelled to ask “why did you shoot him? you clearly didn’t want to. Did he attack you?”

“Nope” Oswald said and continued drinking “I got him back to his regular self, Tabitha Galavan had the love of her life back for a few wonderful moments…I’m sure she felt so relieved…and hopeful” Oswald mused, certain of every word “and I got to take it away…” and he downed that drink too.

As Oswald went to pour a fourth, he found Ed’s hand on his arm and hearing “Oswald, you might want to slow down.”

Oswald didn’t glare but he did pause until Ed removed his hand and continued anyway, pouring his drink and he swirled it around in his glass a little, at least he sipped this one a little slower, Ed thought.

“Revenge for you mother, I presume?” Ed mused by Oswald’s last statement, it wasn’t hard to figure that much out.

“Yup” Oswald said casually, “well, half way.”

“What’s left?”

“Her death, that needs to come later…let this…loss…sit with her for a while” Oswald answered, barely finishing his words before taking another sip.

“I see” Ed said.

No judgement in his voice, it made sense, it really did. It wasn’t too out of character for Oswald, it was a clean, apt revenge given Tabitha’s actions, but as Ed watched Oswald sit sulking rather than claiming a happy victory the act appeared costly.

“I know more recently you’ve come to think of Butch as a friend…that must have been hard...”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The second part of my Nygmobblepot snippets/drabbles bonus chapters. Set after ‘What Can Fly Without Wings?’ (Chapters 1-19) showing 24 (separate) hours through their lives together.

Expect someone from Ed’s past, Oswald being emotional (duh), much Nygmobblepot love, and Martin!

Sneak Peak: 

After a couple of minutes to try to wrap his head around what just happened, and coming up with diddly squat to explain it too, he rather dazedly made his way to follow his partner to their bedroom. He’d half expected the door to be locked but luckily the older door took a key and Oswald hadn’t bothered to find it, but when he let himself in he was treated to a gangster shaped lump under the covers.

The sight would be oddly adorable if he weren’t so concerned, and as he got closer he realised how wrapped up in them his partner was - like some kind of ‘Penguin burrito’.

The cuteness of the image wasn’t able to be enjoyed however as he heard a quiet sniffling inside the ‘burrito’ and Ed’s shoulder’s sunk.

“Oswald?” Ed said softly before sitting on the bed, a hand on the cover’s trying to pull some back but the kingpin held firm on the integrity of his fabric cocoon and resisted, with a sigh Ed gave up trying to see his lover better than the tuft of black hair he could make out and settled for just being next to him. “Oswald, this isn’t like you…”

The moment Ed said that however he realised that wasn’t strictly true, after Oswald had lost his mother he had been down, teary eyed and depressed, sulking in bed and wrapped up in the covers. But, as cold as it sounded, he’d already lost those that might inspire such a thing and those left were very much alive - so the behaviour was still odd.

“Oswald…I can’t help when I don’t know what’s going on.”Between the sniffles was a muffled little whine of “it’s nothing” again, Ed wasn’t buying it.“We both know that’s not true” he replied “and, even if it’s silly, you can still tell me. You’re clearly upset and I just want to help, sweetheart.”

Another little sniffle made Ed’s heart feel like it was being torn apart and so he did all he could, he took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes before joining his lover on the bed and getting as close as possible, wrapping his long arms as well as he could around the awkward Penguin burrito and just lay with him. Holding him.

Oswald was an emotional sort, one of his strengths as much as anything else, but, no matter what, being held and given affection seemed to help.

Minutes passed in silence, Ed pushing no further with words, and eventually the sniffles faded out. At first Ed thought maybe Oswald had fallen asleep but it wasn’t long after that there was movement, just enough to tell Ed his partner wasn’t in danger of smothering himself in his mini fortress of Egyptian cotton.

After a further few minutes Ed gave his lover a squeeze, hoping it could be felt through all the padding and. though it wasn’t responded to immediately, Ed was sure it helped Oswald in talking when he did.

“It’s stupid...” Oswald mumbled, voice barely intelligible through the covers.Ed would have laughed at the almost childlike admission were he not so worried, and the relief of having Oswald finally speak to him was far more important.

“I don’t mind if it’s stupid…just talk to me” Ed said warmly, his tone serious through it.

Oswald’s breathing still hitched from time to time, an effect of the sniffling earlier, and Ed felt that pang in his chest get stronger as he waited for a reply. After a couple minutes longer, just before Ed thought to encourage again, Oswald spoke “it’s…I…” the kingpin struggled, the sound of a new sniffle threatening to come on making Ed’s heart go out to him and whatever was bothering him, but when Oswald finally got the words out Ed was left a little flabbergasted.

“I hate Dr Thompkins…” 

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I said chapter 21 could be the last of it but I’m now posting some extra bonus chapters in addition to my Nygmobblepot story ‘What Can Fly Without Wings?’

The bonus chapters will show 24 (separate) hours of their story continuing and moments in their lives together. There are 6 chapters, each one showing 4 moments.

Sneak Peak: He thought to give up and call Oswald - when, suddenly, it clicked - giving respect to the man was more than just acknowledging what was done to him, but Ed had to accept just what he had done to a father.

“I’m sorry I hurt your son…and that I used you to do it…I know you wouldn’t have wanted that, in any way shape or form, never mind the strange form it actually took, but…I want you to know…” and, unexpectedly from the way Ed’s mood had been much lighter when he began the little project, Ed found a pang in his chest as he considered what to say next.“I want you to know, Elijah…despite everything that’s gone by, that I’m not that man anymore…and I will do everything in my power to love your son, and to look after him. That includes paying proper respects to you, though I feel I might best respect you by my actions with your son now…to provide what love I can in your absence.”

Casting a glance to Gertrude’s headstone he added “and your’s too Mrs Kapelput, I know he misses you both very much.”

Letting out an exhale, his breath misting out in the cold, Ed couldn’t say he felt lighter, the opposite, but he felt a little less burdened by difficulties left unsaid.

However, interrupting the secluded little moment came another voice “that was really sweet, Edd-”

“JEEZ!” Ed practically jumped out of his skin, accidentally dropping the flowers into the mud as he spun around to see his boyfriend watching him, comfortably under one of his famous umbrellas and perfectly dry.

Oswald just laughed at his boyfriend’s fright and stepped closer, lifting his arm higher to offer protection from the rain, covering them both under his umbrella with a warm smile.

“I mean it, that was really sweet” Oswald repeated.

Ed could practically blush at being heard and caught like that, but it was Oswald and there wasn’t anything they couldn’t share, but still it had felt surprisingly personal. “I just…I know he’d want you to be cared for…and apologising seemed the least I could do to convince him I’m capable.”

Oswald smiled that beautiful smile Ed swore he’d never get tired of and felt his heart do small flips in his chest, before the kingpin turned to his parents' graves and said to them “I promise you both that Ed is more than capable, you can trust him…” and he gave a small nudge with his elbow “he’s come a long way…and I’m very proud of him.”

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oswald: i hate you with every inch of my being.

jim: well that's not a lot of inches, is it?

oswald:

ed:

ed: run.