“Pan-Cake”, as in, every pairing is allowed… anyway:
How to request something:
Tell me which of the two fandoms and which characters you'd like to read about.
I am currently accepting requests for Gotham (2014-2019) or Baldur's Gate 3 fanfics.
You can submit requests via my inbox.
Refer to the specifics via the “order” options below, and provide any additional infos you'd like me to know.
You can also tell me what you don't want in your order.
If little information is given, I'll present you with a surprise order.
Ask for as many fics and as many tropes and extras as you like. Depending on the request(s), it might take me a while, but I'll do my best to deliver <3
I will be cross-posting to my AO3 and this Tumblr account.
If you have an AO3 account, tell me your name and I'll gift your requested fic to you. You'll be tagged on Tumblr.
Menu options:
Pancake choices:
Buttermilk (Friendship)
Banana (Romance)
Blueberry (Forbidden Romance)
Gluten-free (Asexual)
Chocolate Chip (Slow Burn)
Whole Wheat (Established Relationship)
Ricotta (Unhealthy Relationship)
Oatmeal (Smut)
Crêpe (Character Headcanons)
Toppings:
Chocolate Sauce (Fluff)
Pineapple (Angst)
Cherries (Hurt/Comfort)
Strawberries (Emotional Hurt/Comfort)
Cinnamon Apples (Found Family)
Coconut Flakes (Redemption)
Maple Syrup (Sickfic)
Greek Yogurt (Enemies To Lovers & Co)
Mini Marshmallows (Age Regression)
Applesauce (Crack Fic)
Whipped Cream (Reader-Insert)
Rainbow Sprinkles (Any other tropes: Sharing a bed, Marriage Of Convenience, Revenge, Holidays, etc)
Plating:
Stacked (Canon universe)
Arranged in a fan shape (Alternate universe: omegaverse, college AU, café AU, etc)
Coffee Selection:
Latte Macchiato (Happy Ending)
Espresso (Sad Ending)
Cappuccino (Bittersweet Ending)
Americano (Ambiguous Ending)
Mocha (Plot Twist Ending)
Portion sizes:
Sample (Dribble: ~50 words)
Nibble (Drabble: 100 words)
Petite (Double Drabble: 200 words)
Snack (Ficlet: up to 1000 words)
Regular (One-shot, 1000-5000 words)
Gourmet (Short Story: ~3000-7000 w.)
Tasting Menu (Collection: Several chapters, up to ‘one-shot’ in length, that are centered around a specific theme or pairing)
watching gotham as someone from the UK is so funny when ed in s5 does the "two" gesture at oswald and lee on those occasions because it looks like he's saying fuck you to them lmaoooo
(fic recs are in order of how they are in my bookmarks, not sorted by ship/length/author)
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fics
Will You Stay? by @redrose-alice (100 words)
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing: Jim x Oswald
finale of a 9 part drabble series, the whole series is worth a read
Skirting Around (6k)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Jim x Oswald
Halloween costume crossdressing leads to making out
Roundabouts And Swinging (hosted on dreamwidth)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Alfred x Barbara x Jim
Threesome with double penetration. Jim fucks himself on Alfred's dick and Barb's strap-on
All Part of the Service (8k)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Alfred x Jim
"Sometimes Jim just needs to get away from the war, even when he doesn't know it."
(injury care, tenderness and smut)
60 Marks (921 words)
Rating: Teen and up
Pairing: Oswald x Victor
Victor fails to kill a target, Oswald comforts him.
Warmth (2k)
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing: Oswald x Victor (pre slash)
Oswald is having a bad day. Zsasz is surprisingly pushy with his shows of affection.
(this one might be a bit ooc but I really really like it. its very comforting to read)
How to Survive Being Stuck in a Confined Space with Your Professional Partner that You Have Sexual Fantasies About by @postmortemboobjob (1.2k)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Jim x Harvey
"Jim and Harvey get stuck hiding in a closet. They get off."
Never leave your unit behind by @nevereverthem (312 words)
Rating: Not Rated
Pairing: Jim & Oswald
"Another day in Gotham. Another gunfight.
When Jim gets injured, Oswald is obviously by his side"
stray robe (2.6k)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Oswald x Victor
Oswald comes over to Victor's apartment for lunch. Victor is naked.
(heed the tags on this one. important details about Victor in there that might be a squick for some people)
even in the dark by @saltedbruises (30k)
Rating: Teen and up
Pairing: Ed x Oswald
"When Penguin turns up at his door doused in feathers and desperation, Ed makes the uneasy choice to let him stay the night. What ensues will crack the shell of denial that Ed has been living under, and start Oswald on the road to recovering his true identity."
fanvids
oswald x jim | make a deal with the devil in blood
Κανείς Δεν Ξέρει // Gobblepot
Victor Zsasz| Bullet With Butterfly Wings
other
The Truth and Faking It [visual novel]
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Jim x Oswald
yes, a whole ass visual novel video game! a few endings and different choices that lead down different paths! it's very fun
can be downloaded or played on itch.io
The way in 4x01 Alfred and Zsasz have a look of respect for each other I just aaaaaa. Like somehow I feel like they might get along? Invite Zsasz round for some tea or something.
When I started making this I was surprised by how suppressed his stims were in season one compared to later seasons, I hadn't realised how much he was trying to mask them at the GCPD until now!
I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life
The July'zel Collab is complete and you can check it out Here!
Orintober is still open for applications until the 21st!
Shartember Update
All Shadowheart applicants have been contacted a week ago - if you haven't received a response please get in touch ASAP and make sure you check the email/social platform you listed for us to contact you on. Late joiners welcome until 21st with a first come first served on characters that haven't been chosen yet!
hi Inspector! hope it doesn't sound too weird or anything but the way you write about Mephistopheles is literally comforting to me so would it be too much of me to ask if you could write something with him? maybe him comforting reader after a bad day? i'm so sorry i have not seen you say if you do requests or not, if not feel free to ignore this!! hope you're having a lovely day!<3
AWW this is genuinely one of the sweetest asks I've ever received, thank you so much!!!!🥹❤️
It doesn't sound weird at all! If anything, I'm really touched that my interpretation of Mephistopheles brings you comfort. That honestly means a lot to hear!!
Okay so it's maybe a bit shorter than expected, but it's after the read more!! I genuinely hope I did my interpretation of Mephistopheles justice!
As always, this is simply my personal take on his character! It may not line up with everyone's interpretation, but it's the version that's made itself at home in my brain so if you like peepaw Mephi, well there you go x'D
I hope you enjoy it, and I hope it brings you a little comfort too!
Pairing: Mephistopheles x reader (can be read as platonic, GN Reader)
(P.S. Don't ever apologise for asking! The worst I can say is that I don't have the time at the moment. I'd much rather people ask than worry they're being a bother. 🫶)
You had not meant to seek refuge in the House of Hope.
Not really.
It had simply happened.
One moment you had been wandering the halls with no real destination in mind, trying to outrun a day that seemed determined to follow you, and the next you had found yourself tucked away in one of the quieter libraries.
The fire burned low in the hearth, bathing the room in amber light. Shelves climbed almost to the ceiling, crowded with volumes whose spines had long since faded beneath centuries of careful handling. The scent of old parchment mingled pleasantly with cedarwood and the lingering fragrance of freshly brewed tea.
It should have been comforting.
Instead, you found yourself staring into your cup, watching the surface grow steadily colder. Your thoughts circled the same worries again and again until they blurred together into something shapeless, a heavy knot sitting stubbornly beneath your ribs.
You didn't hear the door open.
"You've been glaring at that tea for some time now, dearest."
The deep, measured voice drew you from your thoughts without startling you. Looking up, you found Mephistopheles standing in the doorway.
He was an imposing figure by anyone's standards. Tall enough that he seemed almost carved into the archway itself, broad shoulders wrapped in dark robes embroidered so subtly they caught the firelight only when he moved. His dark hair, darker than Raphael's and touched with distinguished silver at the temples, had slipped loose from where it had once been neatly tied, falling past his shoulders in soft waves. Half-moon spectacles rested low upon his nose, and beneath one arm he carried an enormous leather-bound tome that looked as though it weighed as much as you did.
For a long moment, he simply regarded you with quiet observation.
His gaze drifted from your untouched tea to the expression you had so unsuccessfully tried to compose before finally settling back on your face.
"It has been one of those days," he said.
It wasn't phrased as a question.
You let out a tired breath that almost resembled a laugh.
"...Is it that obvious?"
"I have lived for several millennia," he replied as he crossed the room at his usual unhurried pace. "Patterns become rather easy to recognise."
He set the book carefully upon a nearby table before turning his attention fully to you, deliberate, almost impossibly calm, as though the concept of rushing had simply ceased to exist somewhere around the second millennium of his life.
When he reached your chair, he paused.
"May I?"
Only then did you realise he was asking permission to touch you.
You nodded.
His hand came to rest lightly against your shoulder. It was astonishingly warm. Not possessive or insistent, never that with him, nor forcing you to accept the touch. He was reassuring, the broad weight of his palm grounding you in a way you hadn't realized you needed.
"You are holding yourself very tightly," he observed quietly.
You frowned. "Am I?"
"Mmh."
His thumb brushed once across the fabric over your shoulder before becoming still again.
"It is a remarkably common habit among people who have spent the entire day convincing themselves they are coping. You are carrying yourself as though the weight of several kingdoms has been placed upon your back."
"It feels like it."
"I do not doubt that."
There was no immediate attempt to contradict you. No insistence that things would improve. No well-meaning lecture about optimism.
Only acknowledgement, and that was kinder. After another quiet moment, he spoke again.
"Come here."
The words were spoken so naturally that your body obeyed before your mind had quite caught up.
He opened one arm and you stepped forward. The embrace that followed was gentle, more gentle than you had imagined.
Mephistopheles was enormous compared to you.
His arms settled around you with careful deliberation, drawing you against the solid warmth of his chest as though you were something precious rather than fragile. One broad hand came to rest between your shoulder blades, the other lightly against the back of your head.
There was no pressure forcing you closer. Only enough of it to let you know that if you wished to remain there, you could. His robes smelled faintly of old parchment, cedarwood, and black tea. Comfortingly familiar.
Your forehead rested somewhere beneath his collarbone. You became acutely aware of just how much taller he was.
"...There," he murmured. "Better?"
You gave the smallest nod.
"I thought as much."
His thumb traced one slow, absent-minded circle against your back. After a while, he spoke again.
"When one has lived as long as I have, one begins to recognise a peculiar habit shared by nearly everyone."
You looked up slightly.
"They apologise," he continued, "for becoming tired."
A pause.
"They apologise for becoming overwhelmed. They apologise for being human."
The corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest smile.
"I have never understood why."
You felt your eyes sting.
"I just..."
The words caught.
"I feel like I should have handled today better."
"And why is that, dearest?"
"I don't know."
"An honest answer. Good."
He inclined his head thoughtfully.
"You know, there is an unfortunate belief that strength is measured by how much one can endure before breaking."
His hand remained warm against your back.
"I have found the opposite to be true."
You frowned.
"The strongest individuals I have ever known were not those who never stumbled. They were the ones willing to admit when they required rest."
His gaze softened.
"There is no shame in reaching the limits of your strength."
"...Even if it's over something small?"
He looked genuinely puzzled.
"Who informed you it was small?"
You blinked. He continued before you could answer.
"A burden does not become lighter merely because another believes they could carry it."
The words settled somewhere deep inside you.
After a long silence, you let out a breath.
"I think I needed to hear that."
"I suspected as much."
Another small pause.
"I also suspect," he added, "that you have eaten very little today."
"... Perhaps."
"I see."
There wasn't the slightest trace of triumph in his voice, only calm certainty. He had expected exactly that answer from you.
"I believe," he said, smoothing a hand gently over your hair, "that we shall rectify that first."
"And then?"
"Then..."
He looked toward the crackling fireplace.
"...we shall make fresh tea."
His expression grew almost thoughtful.
"You may tell me about your day. You may tell me nothing at all. We might simply sit."
Another faint smile.
"I have always found silence to be considerably more companionable than people give it credit for."
You couldn't help smiling back. It was small and tired, but a genuine smile.
"There it is," he said quietly. "I was wondering where you'd misplaced that sweetest smile of yours, dearest."
You laughed.
This time, it didn't hurt.
He rested his forehead briefly against yours, warm as his hand cradled the side of your face.
"One difficult day," he murmured, "is not the measure of a life."
His other hand found yours, giving it one reassuring squeeze.
