When I wrote my fic about Jim spying on Oswald and Sofia's "dates", I wasn't thinking of writing a sequel. Then I posted it to Ao3 and I was like: "I NEED TO write the sequel!" - and I did it immediately.
So, now I have a short second chapter (almost) ready. I still need to think about the story as a whole, to see if it does make any sense or not...
Anyway, the fic:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
As always, I write in italian, so this one is in italian too...
By request I've made a Nygmobblepot Recs collection on Ao3. 50+ fics, a lot of it spicy but also fluffy, with a good dose of angst and supernatural elements too!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Gotham (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma
Characters: Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot
Additional Tags: Found Family, Future Fic, Oswald Cobblepot Adopts Martin (Gotham TV), Domestic Fluff, Chub!Wald, Fashion & Couture, Lingerie, Established Relationship, Asexual Oswald Cobblepot, Demisexuality, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing, Hand Jobs, Mirror Sex, Murder Husbands, Gentle Sex, Body Worship, Praise Kink, Oswald has body image issues, Body Positivity, very soft, wedding vows, oh god this got so sappy, Edward the dog lives, intimacy not always being sexual
Summary:
The night before they're due to be married, Oswald gets overwhelmed by a fit of nerves and melancholy. Ed tries several methods to allay his fears, and reinforces why their union will be a happy one.
Oh hi there I wrote another thing. Please do enjoy my first (finished) saucy Nygmobblepot fic!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: Gotham (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot & Edward Nygma
Characters: Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma
Additional Tags: Canon Disabled Character, Canon Autistic Character, Dissociative Identity Disorder, improper canon depictions of DID, Multiplicity/Plurality, Brainwashing, Conditioning, Intrusive Thoughts, Neurodiversity, Panic Attacks, Trauma, Chronic Pain, Hallucinations, Self-Hatred, Implied Abusive Childhood, Internalized Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Nightmares, Alcohol, Riddles, Cuddling & Snuggling, Domestic Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, touch-starved oswald, Food as a Metaphor for Love, seriously there's a lot of food in this, platonic but they both wanna kiss a lot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s02e15 Mad Grey Dawn (Gotham TV)
Summary:
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.
My first published Nygmobblepot fanfic is up!
Please do read it if you like fluff, angst and the promise of more to come!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
A work already completed, but I'm posting it in chunks of 10 chapters.
2 years ago I wrote this collection for a Gotham-style Ed Nygma.
A character exploration and as a writing challenge to myself. I normally do a lot of words, long chapters, and don't know when to stop. So! This was to try and accomplish more to-the-point short stories while trying not to lose the narration or too much of the imagery.
It was a lot of fun and at a point I decided to end it at 50 chapters.
It also ends with Ed's 50th birthday.
I made him Southern, don't know why, but it's been a passion project of mine to make Ed Southern. He has actively been hiding his accent for years to help better prevent people from guessing his actual origins and to keep himself distanced from the childhood trauma and past he hates.
We've got a base family tree (ignore that the names are drawn on and not filled in, I was getting help from friends for name suggestions that I'll likely never use, but wanted for fun) for reference.
And we've got a base timeline for Ed where I tried to place some canon events needed (like placing the start of Gotham S3 at about July 2004) to make the whole of the narrative make sense. Even if that's not even close to when it happens, doesn't matter, it's when it happens in this timeline.
(Also ignore how I lay out this timeline, I just have a really difficult time visualizing someone's age in time unless I write it down like this. The first number is their age at the start of the year, their birthdate is in the middle, and after that date they'll be the number at the end. For when I'm trying to plan years and long-term life it just makes it such a faster reference.)
Also, there will be Nygmobblepot in this!
They are always my end game, no one can stop me.
These chapters were written out of order, meaning I wrote the initial one and then might've jumped to what would become the 13th chapter, went back and did 3, then did 14 and 15, then 38, then 2, etc.
They were just then placed in chronological order based on what topic I could fit into what point in time and what years/months were missing content to better balance out the whole thing.
Anyway.
This was all just for fun and it should all be posted in about three weeks. It's got a bit of everything, but a lot of trauma with late stage comfort.
Warnings: reader's gender is not specified, no pronouns used for the reader, reader can be read as any gender, platonic/familial fluff, Jim Gordon is a softie, father figure Jim, sneaky reader, stealing
Request: "So I wanted to request a Jim Gordon x male/gn!teen! Reader (plutonic obviously)? R is kinda like Selena were they are out on the streets but are good at stealing/breaking into peoples places. They don't want to admit it but Jim is kind of a father figure to them, even though he's trying to catch them because R is like this vigilante who won'leave him alone. U can make it angsty or fluffy or whatever I'm just in desperate need of father figure! Jim Gordon (I blame my, well, father figure issues)"
A/N: Hey I'm so sorry this took so long to post and that it's so short and I don't know if this is something you had in mind, but the idea came into my mind and seemed cute so here it is! I hope you like it! And if it's not to your liking or what you had in mind feel free to send a message or ask and we shall fix it up or write something else!
Gotham was running another mayor election after the last misfortunate events leading up to loss of the last one, just like a couple of months back. Nothing new.
Though new elections meant new press meetings with the fresh promising candidates, and new press meetings meant lots of rich people on one spot, and that meant plenty of bounty for you.
You loved that kind of stuff, everyone was so close together and staring at the randos talking on the stand that none of them noticed you slipping by and stealing everything and anything that could be stolen and valuable. Easy peasy.
This was one of those events. There was a big crowd of people gathered in front of a small man with a funky hairstyle dressed all in black, through their talk overhearing his name was Oswald Cobblepot, asking him questions about his plans for the future of the city of Gotham. Phew like Gotham had any future, you thought to yourself.
Slipping around people, turning around their pockets and wallets ever so swiftly you quickly made your way through the crowd. The people gathered were unnecessarily loaded that by the time you went through half of them your pockets were nearly full. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction but before you were going to bolt to a safe spot to ditch all the IDs and other identifiers of your ususpecting victims and hide your bounty before going for more, you decided to go for another one that looked particularly rich.
Woman dressed in the fanciest suit your eyes ever laid on and carrying a probably equally as expensive bag that she so bit too carelessly flung around her shoulders made her the perfect target.
Sneaking up behind her you reached your hand into her purse, digging yourself up a rather thick wallet. Your eyes sparkled at the sight. But before you could pull the wallet completely out of the purse someone grabbed your wrist tightly, wiggling the wallet right out of your hand before tossing it carefully back into the bag and dragging you by the same wrist out of the crowd and to the side.
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest at the startle and your eyes widened knowing you're in big trouble, but the panic slowly simmered down when you noticed who the owner of the said mean hand was and you mentally let out a sigh of relief.
It was none other than Jim Gordon.
That man was always up your business, never letting you rest. Always somehow being there to stop you from doing something dumb, whether you liked it or not.
But you're not going to lie, his nosyness and continued persistence to stop you at your tomfoolery has gotten you out of more trouble than you can count and you are forever grateful for that. Not that you would ever admit it to him.
"What.are.you.doing.here??" Jim asked through a loud whisper.
"Nothing much, just wanted to listen to the speech of-.. -Oscar Clobblepot over there-" you said with a lil smirk, totally thinking you nailed that name.
Jim mentally facepalmed himself, "that is so not his name-.. and I know you're not! Now empty your pockets now-" he urged you, stern expression on his face.
"Hey no way, I earned that fair and square!" you protested at him but he didn't seem amused.
"Empty those pockets right now kid or I'm taking you to the precinct," he threatened, one threat he always made when you're annoying him too much and getting into too much trouble but he never actually did, and he never would and you know it but still you listened to him nevertheless.
With a frustrated sigh and an annoyed expression you hesistantly got to unloading your bounty into an evidence bag he pulled from his coat jacket.
"You always carry those around?" you asked bit weirded out he just has them on him at all times.
"You never know. Especially when you're around," he mocked a bit, but with no ill intentions behind his words, on which you sticked your tongue at him.
Once you fully unloaded all your pockets, not including a rather expensive looking necklace you hid in your shoe that he totally knew about but didn't mention or request, Jim was left with two big bags of all sorts of jewelry, credit cards and bunts of money.
He looked up at you with disbelief and doneness mixed in his expression, "really?"
"Hey one's got to ensure themselves!" you replied lifting your hands up in the air in defense, small devilish smile forming on your lips.
Jim sighed rubbing his face with his free hand, being so done with you.
"Alright, now scram! And if I see you doing this again you're spending a night in the cell!" he slipped a 50 into your jacket pocket, a little thing he always did when he caught you stealing thinking it would hold you off but also so he made sure you ate that night, as he threatened, both of you knowing that's a threat he'd never make true, growing quite a soft spot for the little rascal that you are ever since he first met you.
"Okay c'ya Jimmy! Party pooper! Thanks!" you added jokingly as you swiftly made your way to the nearest alley, disappearing in it.
"Hey I told you not to call me that!" he yelled after you jokingly, secretly loving the little nickname you gave him.
"Jimmy!" you yelled from the alley as you darted off to exchange your hidden bounty and look for the next victim you could annoy him with.
