#oswald cobblepot x reader hurt/comfort

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Chapter 3 of Revenge Can Hurt More Than the Person It's Aimed at (An Angsty Nygmobblepot x Reader Hurt/Comfort Fix-it Fic)

Chapter 3: The Interview

<-previous chapter

Very important new warnings: the (wrong) suspicion that Oswald wants to die & that he self-harmed/was close to killing himself), blood (only what was in this episode: a trophy covered in it & some on skin), canon betrayal (including gaslighting & intimidation) & poor mental state (self-doubt)

Word count: 2764

Wow, I'm really committing to this cover-for-each-chapter thing so far.

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Oswald looked as if he had seen a ghost. His face was even paler than before, his eyes wide, and his back appeared crooked, not to mention how much more he was leaning on his cane. What the hell happened?

He nearly skidded over the floor, and raised his hands. "Sorry I'm late. Mayor stuff." He chuckled artifically, and limped to his seat, throwing you a nervous look with all pretense gone. When an assistant tried to attach a cable to him, Oswald snatched it away and adjusted it himself.

Trying to make him feel a little at ease, you began, "I got you a fresh gl-" but Margaret Hearst interrupted you, "I hope you're ready, Mr. Mayor." Oswald smiled and huffed a little.

"The world is watching."

Why did she have to stress the word that way? He scowled and you did the same.

Her lips were pursed smugly. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"And we're live in three..." What? That's way too soon!

"Good luck, Oswald!"

He put his hands into a less cramped position.

"Two..."

"You've got this!"

The cameras started rolling and Ms. Hearst put on a wide smile.

"Mayor Cobblepot, as Gotham is enjoying an historic spike in job growth and prosperity, it is also going through one of the safest periods of its history."

Oswald smiled but Looked at the floor momentarily. At least one thing to make you proud.

"And I'm sure everyone is wondering: how did you did you do it?" The interviewer raised the corners of her lips but her head was inclined to show that she distrusted him.

"Uh", Oswald closed his mouth and picked up the water of glass, letting a bit spill onto the table.

Oh no. That was an easy question, he shouldn't start using drinking water to buy himself time yet. Maybe I should get a new glass just in case.

You peered at the table to check how much was still in it when Oswald paused his movement and then quickly covered his right wrist.

What was going on?

He stared at Margaret Hearst with an open mouth and she looked back more puzzled.

You went to a monitor to possibly get a better look but his hand wasn't in the frame. Good. Whatever it was didn't need to concern the public.

Oswald closed his eyes, thinking about your encouragement from before and smiled for a moment, then managed to start, "Well..."

While he was fidgeting a little with his hands - though not as much as Ed sometimes did: he was still clutching his right wrist - he actually did quite well, responding eloquently and mentioning a few of his successes along the way.

"So from humble errand boy to kitchen worker to the so-called "King of Gotham", Oswald pressed his lips together, sensing something else than a compliment coming, "it is said that many died so you could rise."

The King of Gotham mustered up a smile, "Oh. An exaggeration. People love to invent scandal." He was putting in quite a lot of energy for how he was feeling today.

The notorious journalist wasn't impressed, "But it was murder that sent you to Arkham. A prison for the criminally insane."

"I," he dragged the word out for a second to find the right words, "rescued this city from the madman Theo Galavan. Some call it murder," he looked down to the side, "others a public favor." He smiled charmingly. At least he won you over with it.

Ms. Hearst continued confidently, "And after your...controversial release from prison," Oswald was tempted to look to you for support, "you met your father, Elijah van Dahl."

Oswald's gaze drifted across the room and landed on-no!

"A man whose identity your mother kept from you."

Oswald opened his mouth. His father! Walking through the room unseen by the security guards. He let out a breath of air and followed the ghost with his eyes, whispering, "Oh my god."

You looked at him alarmed, about to follow his gaze when someone from the camera team made a sudden movement that distracted you.

"Guess it must have been very upsetting."

"What?" Oswald turned his head to Ms. Hearst, "Yes." He looked away again.

The mayor was very distracted but it wasn't as if anyone from the team had noticed anything.

"He also died under suspicuous circumstances, his wife and step children disappearing soon after."

Elijah was holding the trophy Oswald had used to kill his chief of staff, still bloody, raised for Oswald to remember what he had done, not just today but to avenge his father's death.

What did he want him to know? That he was a failure? No, he had been so kind when he'd heard about his past. Advice perhaps? Advice on how to prevent losing you as well?

"I...I-I have to go." Oswald was looking back and forth between Ms. Hearst and something behing you but you were frozen in place, only looking at him.

No one seemed to see what he was looking at anyways. Is he hallucinating?Ed might be able to help with that. Maybe Os had that little sleep. The poor man looked ready to leave.

But Margaret Hearst wasn't done with him yet, "Why? Is it because there's substance to the rumor that you had them killed to inherit your father's wealth?"

Oswald stopped clutching his chair and stood up, "F-father, father, wait!" His voice was frail. With his movement he dragged the chair along audibly, knocking off the glass in the process.

"Oh!" Ms. Hearst exclaimed, "Are you feeling well, Mr. Mayor?"

Oswald began removing the microphone on his suit. "Uh, I'm fine. I-I'm great." He bowed down to her a little, still trying to leave, "Why would I not be fine?" He was still fumbling with the microphone.

"Well, the people of Gotham and America want to know the truth."

Oswald couldn't take it anymore: he ripped off the cord and snarled, "To hell with the people!"

This was it. Margaret Hearst had gotten her story. She looked into the camera and raised her eyebrows. Oswald wasn't needed anymore.

"Father, wait!"

He needed to follow him. He had to. You gave him wonderful support but only his father could give him counsel concerning love: what to do with his feelings for you, how to live with Ed's rejection, whether to deal with the heartbreak in silence or tell you as well as confess to you...and risk losing you too.

"Oswald!"

He turned around.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

He held up a shaky hand. His left one, you noticed. "I can't tell you. Not yet."

"What do you mean "not yet"?"

He looked down, then behind you again, as if there was someone.

"Later. N-not now, at least." He tried to move past you but you stopped his wobbly walk with a hand to his chest.

"Where are you going?"

He gently cupped your hand and moved it down, giving it a small squeeze, then wincing slightly and putting the hand on the other one...his right one.

You needed to ask. Something strange was going on.

Oswald stopped near a mirror and realized horrified that there was a little blood on his face. He wiped it away frantically. "T-to the...bathroom."

You eyed him suspiciously, worried about his well-being.

He pocketed the tissue, his lips twitching from nervosity, his tense legs urging him to follow his father already.

If you discovered his hallucinating, what would you think? You'd think of him as a madman. You knew that his sanity certificate was fake. Who even was he to have one?! Moreover: who was he if he was really sane? In the eye of the public he was a disgraced mayor. A hypocrite. A criminal. A liar. Not even an honest criminal as he sometimes liked to call himself.

After the embarrassment seconds ago he couldn't see clearly, didn't realize how blind he was, that you still liked Ed, who had a fake sanity certificate as well, that you were right there, taking in his state concerned for someone you loved dearly.

He only saw the negative. He was a disappointment. To the citizens of Gotham, to Ed, to you, to his mother, his father...

He had publically made a fool of himself despite your presence, you, his savior, his everything recently.

Not his everything...father!

His face grew less grim. "Now if you'd excuse me."

Again he made a move and would have let him if there wasn't a very important thing you had to ask first, "Just a second!"

Oswald halted.

You reached out to him, attempting to speak calmly, "Your hand. What do you have there?"

You gave it a light touch, meaning to bring it into yours to inspect it.

He flinched, then stood frozen.

"N-nothing!"

"Let me have a look."

"No!" He held a hand in front of his mouth. That reaction was too strong. "I-I mean, it's nothing!"

Very unconvincing.

"Oswald, you can trust me with anything. Please tell me what's wrong."

He evaded your concerned look and you took your chance, looking down at the hand he hadn't raised. The white fabric bore a a red stain. You took in a sharp breath.

Oswald called your name. "What is it?" He looked at you again, a flicker of caution in his panic-stricken eyes.

"The...the blood, Oswald." You gestured to his hand that he was now covering again. "Why is there blood?"

He stared at your pleading eyes.

"Tell me what's bothering you and I can...I can help arrange some downtime for you. I'll look for an open space i-in your schedule and talk to your new Chief of Staff. He seems nice, I'm sure-hey, did I say something wrong?"

"N-no." He couldn't tell you that he'd killed said Chief of Staff. You just said that you liked him, and to be honest, Oswald would've never expected betrayal from him either. What if he was actually innocent?

You went on, "It's his birthday today, did you know that? I'm sure he's in a good mood. Plus, a lot of people like him, so..."

No, no, no, no! Oswald cursed his murder.

You noticed, "But please do continue telling me what's up with your arm or wrist."

Don't say anything about killing him to y/n. "I...I, uh, hurt myself", he tried to explain.

"What?" Stay calm, don't make him feel bad, you told yourself.

"Yes. I-it can happen." Oswald meant to make it reassuring, but to you, who knew how bad he was currently doing, it sounded like a possible confession to self-harm.

"Let me see."

Oswald's eyes widened and he turned to walk away, "I'd rather not."

"Oswald, let me have a look. I-I can help you."

"No!"

You shrank back.

What have I done? "You don't need to look at it, is what I meant. You already help me so much, dear-dear y/n." Ahh, I messed up! Why did that have to happen today?!

You didn't seem to care about his slip-up, "Whether it looks bad or not, I better inspect it so I can make sure that you have the right bandages ready."

He couldn't let you! You'd see that he had no injury at all! "It's nothing."

"Oh," you didn't believe him, "Good."

He was already walking away, "I'll pick up something from the office." Now he had an excuse for going there.

"Wait!"

He only walked slower, which made his explanation all the more suspicious.

"If it's nothing, then please let me see it anyway so I don't have to worry anymore."

This was a smart strategy. While Oswald may have been doleful and weak these last weeks, he had never stopped caring about your well-being.

Instead of assuring you however, he now continued walking, "Please, y/n, I need to be alone!"

"And I'm worried tha..." You couldn't tell him of your suspicions. What if he hadn't done anything in that direction and felt misjudged by you? Or worse: what if you'd somehow inspire him to do something similar?

Oswald saw your distressed concern and stopped, stabilizing himself on a wall, "Worried about what, y/n?" If something was bothering his dear friend so much, his father could could wait for a few seconds.

"Worried that you hurt yourself on purpose."

"Oh." What should he say now?

Usually, if you found out that he'd killed an innocent person, you'd be mad or "merely" disappointed. Either would sadden him immensly at present.

"I didn't. But thank you for your concern."

You peered at his right hand. He still wasn't showing you show you the wound.

The dumpish mayor followed your eyes and let his shoulders sink more. "Please believe me." He made a choked noise in the back of his throat. "It's all so-" he started to cry, "so much a-and-" He waved his left hand around in search for words, his eyes filling with more tears, "I-I...Ijustcan'ttalkrightnow." He looked away and put his left hand to cover his face.

"That's okay. I'm sorry that I stressed you out even more." You stepped closer carefully, not knowing what else to say. Returning your hug, Oswald weakly put one arm to your side.

You stroked over his shaking back. "It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be alright." You teared up.

Oswald nodded despite his extreme doubts. He'd need a miracle to- father!

He jerkily tore away from you. "I have to go."

"What?" You were suprised at this sudden change.

"One more minute here and I'll-I'll have a panic attack. Please don't...don't follow me. I'm just barely managing to...to talk." Will you wait for me?"

"Yes. Yes, of course. But what-"

"Go ahead and wait outside."

"Wh-" What was going on? 'I have to go' sounded...terrible to you! And why wait outside?

"Good." Oswald turned around-

"Wait!" You had to do something, say something, just in case. "Oswald, please wait."

God, hearing that tone in your voice hurt him! He turned his head back towards you.

"You...we...we need to talk about something very important."

"Yes, what is it?"

No no no no, he was supposed to say "Yes of course, we'll talk about that later"!

"I'll tell you later!" You sounded hopelessly dispaired by now. "Can you promise me that we'll do that?" You blinked some tear fluid out of your eyes, "Today?"

Oswald stood still still woth his jittery legs and hands. It must be important. You were hurting and he hadn't helped you yet. He wanted to sob again. "Yes." He took a deep breath. "Of course, y/n. Everything for you."

If not everything for Edward and you, than at least everything for just you.

"I promise."

You breathed out in relief. "Th-thank you."

He was still miserable though. He probably really needed space, whether he had lied to you or not. "I'll wait outside. And Oswald?"

He gazed at you full of hope.

"Don't think that interview ruined everything. You still control the crime world. And they know who you are. But even if you lost everything...you'd still have me."

Hopefully that would take some of the fear from his shoulders.

Oswald's breath hitched.

Those were big words. Words like "I love you", which you had already said today. Words like "I would do anything for you." Words like "more than friends"...and he'd eventually found out what all of those had really meant.

He immediately felt bad for playing his sadness and distress up.

He didn't want to and wouldn't try to find out the exact meaning of what you'd said. Not unless he wanted his heart to be broken a second time.

This time all of his emotional expressions were completely authentic. A new wave of tears threatened to overcome him and so he could only choke out, "Thank you."

Then he walked away.

You stood there, suddenly doubting your little try at ensuring he'd come back. Maybe you could go after him and make sure...no. He'd asked you not to. If you did, it might be his final tipping point to having a panic attack...or worse.

You slowly forced yourself to move, almost reflexively pulling out your telephone and dialling a familiar number.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep... It rang until you were almost outside.

"Ed", you said as soon as he picked up, "you have to tell me what happened between you and Oswald."

Author's note: The updates might take longer from now on, as I haven't begun writing the next ones yet or seen the episodes after season three episode 14 😂. This fic will probably go up to season 3 episode 16, so it's totally okay.

Things are so sad currently though 😭 So please let me know anything you like/think about this. It can be short, medium, long, whatever you want :)

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Not Worthy

Oswald Cobblepot x Plus Size! Gender Neutral! Reader

Short drabble about Ozzie telling Plus Size reader to buy something pretty at the "expensive" shops and them not being able to find anything. Hurt/comfort, very cute at the end <3. This was made for a swap with @acapelladitty :)

CW: slightly suggestive, reader has down thoughts about their body

“Get yourself something pretty, sweetheart. Something expensive, at the good stores in Gotham. Then come back and show it off for me. That's all you have to do, and I'll treat you real nice after.”

Oz had given you a winning smile this morning as he held out his Centurion Card, gesturing for you to come closer. His arms had snaked around you, bringing you onto his lap and making the both of you laugh at your uncoordinated landing. He had given you a gentle kiss, cupping your cheek after you separated for just a moment before telling you to “get going” with a wink. 

You felt so warm and happy then. It sucks that your day and mood have both been ruined, now. You wonder if you can sneak into Ozzie’s Manor and somehow avoid him seeing you with no bags full of new clothes. Oswald loves you, truly, and he's attracted to your body with its curves and rolls, your stretch marks, your tummy. But…that doesn't change how society, especially high society, views you. 

Every high end boutique you had entered, every one, had glared at you like you were beneath them. While you are used to it at your size, it's still grueling and makes every shopping trip harder, mentally. And the cherry on top was being able to find maybe two garments in the entire 5 hour shopping trip that would have fit you across all the stores you visited…and they were boxy and frilly and looked like a grandmother would wear them. 

You're, again, used to this. Being fat means you have to sometimes be more practical about shopping than you would like. But you guess you just are under more pressure with Ozzie being so sweet and giving you his card. You feel like you've disappointed him. Ever since you decided to give up, telling your driver to take you home, your brain has been racing with awful thoughts. A small part of you knows they are irrational, but the rest of you is just dejected, frustrated, and tired of having to go through this again. 

Yeah, why would you have thought they would have anything in your size to begin with?

Did you see how those people at the store looked at you? Like you were something they could smell?

Ozzie is gonna notice you came back with nothing, ask why, and then break up with you, because he will finally have realized how he's completely out of your league.

The last thought makes you choke out a sob as you try to sneak through the front foyer of Ozzie's Manor. And you cringe as you hear his voice yell out in answer, “Sweetheart? Is that you? Why didn't you tell me you were home?” You hear his footsteps as he makes his way from the living room to your location, and you feel panicked trying to figure out what to do…so you freeze. 

You see Ozzie’s face as he turns the corner, going from teasing excitement to worry instantly. “Dove?”

Your heart sinks to your stomach, and you blurt out, “I'm sorry, Ozzie. I wasn't able to find anything,” while placing his card on the side table next to you. Your arms wrap around yourself, turning your back to him so he can't see your belly. “I-I think I'm too big. I can't wear those p-pretty clothes that you want me to get. I'm a disappointment.”

You try to hold in your sobs, but your body physically shakes with your anxiety which keeps you from disguising them. It is silent…for a moment. Then, you hear his footsteps again. “Angel?”

Shaking your head, knowing he wants you to turn around, you refuse. But you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. “Angel, c’mere.” 

The hand turns you, and you decide to let it, finding yourself enveloped in the warmth of Oz’s embrace, taking in his comforting smell. Another sob and shake forces its way out of you, and his hands gently stroke your back and run through your hair, trying to comfort you. 

Oh great, now he can feel your back rolls.

Ok, that comment from the bitch that lives in your brain was so out of left field that it brings you back to reality. Ozzie is also helping, as he is actively hugging you and even humming out a soft tune in his low voice. You sniff, pulling back and looking at Oz. 

“Oh, I'm sorry for getting snot on your shirt. I guess I can't do anything right.”

Oz just chuckles and puts one hand under your chin. “Dove, I don't care. I want to know what shops turned you away and treated you like this.” His face morphs from a gentle smile into a dangerous grimace. He looks murderous, “I'm going to burn them down.”

You shake your head, “No! No! You don't understand…I went to the nice shops downtown like you said and…they didn't necessarily turn me away, I just couldn't find anything that could fit. I-it’s my fault.”

A barking laugh makes its way out of Oz, and you feel your heart break, for just a moment, before he apologizes and pulls you to him again. “Sweetheart, please take this the right way…but those aren't the nice shops. Of course they wouldn't have anything for the likes of you, I wouldn't let them dress you if you wanted to change out the oil in your car.”

You are confused, now. Looking up at him, you sniff. “W-what? So…what shops do you mean?”

Oz puffs up his chest, “I suppose I'll have to take you to them myself. They are very exclusive, and only the elite in Gotham frequent them.” He winks, “God I can't believe you went to those awful shops downtown. They can't afford the fabrics I want to drape your perfect body in.”

His hand traces down your side, landing on your hip, “And yes, you're big, but I fucking love it, sweetheart. It may take more of that expensive fabric to make something worthy of you…” The hand grips into the flesh on your side, making your breath catch, “...but I get to show off how gorgeous you are and how wealthy I am in one fell swoop. What's not to love?”

With a teasing grin, he gently reaches out to cup your face again, making you give him a gentle smile in return. “There's my Dove.”

He brings your face to his chest, running his hand through your hair again while you practically melt against him, comforted and at ease.

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

Gotham's King and Queen

Oswald cobblepot x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: swearing, violence, Threats of death, penguin being penguin, soft Oswald.

A/n: I'm just sitting on my couch and I decided to write this. I don't have any ideas but I'm just going for it 🤣

___

Y/n loved Oswald for as long as she could remember, back when they worked for Falcone she did her best to protect him from Mooney. She stood up for him, only to get her ass handed to her, but it was worth it. Y/n always took Oswalds side, she helped him when Jim faked his death. She was the first to find out infact, something just didn't sit right. It all didn't add up, so she went to Gordon and shot some bullshit threats his way until he spilled everything. She found him in a tow behind RV, Y/n again helped him rise back up. But the happiness she felt then completely diminished when Oswald started working for Maroni, and of course she had his back but he was getting higher and higher in power and she was just tagging along.

Y/n was there to save him from the car he was nearly crushed in, she was there to hide him from Maroni. She was there to support him when he found his father, Y/n was there to comfort him when his father magically died. She killed and roasted up Charles and Sasha, Y/n helped him with his election for mayor. She was there to protect him from the red hood gang.

And when Nygma shot him on that pier that day she hunted his ass down and nearly killed him. Y/n then got a hot tip that Ozzy was once again alive, so as she always did she went looking for her little penguin. She found him with a woman named Ivy, and she saved his ass from Gabe, and she saved his ass from Nygma again! And she threw in a good threat to Mooney that if she ever hurt him again she'd be sorry.

Over and over again she protected what she loved, Y/n took his side and supported him in everything. She went out with Zsasz and made sure criminals had licenses, she went with Ozzy to meetings to make sure he always got his way. Y/n can't even remember how many times in the last month she got arrested for him. And now here she was in his office having to listen to Sofia Falcone invite Ozzy to dinner.

"Oswald do you think it's a good idea? She could try and kill you." Y/n whispered in his ear.

"Your concern is touching but I think I got it covered."

Y/n nodded and gave him a half smile, flashing a glare towards Sofia as she led her to the door.

"You don't like me very much do you?" She asked when they made it into the hall.

"No."

"Not very talkative I see. But very protective over Mr. Cobblepot."

"The only people who have ever done anything for him has been me and his mother. I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Penn and Zsasz were plotting his demise this instant. I don't trust you Ms. Falcone, I'm not here to be your friend, nor to hold your hand. I'm here for one reason and one reason only, to protect Oswald Cobblepot till my dying breath."

Sofia nodded. "Did he hire you to do that?"

"Do what?"

"As protection?" She asked.

"No."

"Then why?" Sofia began circling y/n.

"Why does it matter?"

"You love him don't you?"

"What if I did? What's it to you?"

"Everyone looses at some point, Y/n. You're gonna loose this war."

"Few win, Sofia. And I never loose, Goodbye. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

Y/n entered Oswalds office once again and sat on the corner of his desk, he smiled up at her and gently rubbed her thigh.

"Are you two better acquainted now?" He asked.

"I don't trust her, Ozzy."

"Neither do I. But if I want full standing in this city I have to go to that dinner."

"We, Oswald. We have to go. Im not letting you walk in there with body guards who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. I trust my skills of protection, not theirs."

"We will go." He whispered.

___

Y/n sat at the bar facing Oswald and Sofia, they sat at a table in the middle of the restaurant. They were talking business and pleasure all at the same time, it made Y/n sick. The bar tender past her a negroni, she snatched it off the bar and took a sip as she stared daggers into Sofia.

Oswald had already sent away one of the plates of food, then the waiter brought out goulash. It looked just like his mother's recipe, Y/n saw Oswald stiffen up the minute it was set down on the table.

After giving a snide comment he finally tried it, Y/n got off her stool and straightened her jacket. She knew from the way he was acting it tasted just like his mother's, which ment he was gonna leave right about-

"I'm leaving." He said, Oswald got up and headed for the door. Y/n and the body guard fallowed close behind. The bell rang as the door opened, before it could shut, however, y/n gave Sofia one last vicious grin.

___

Oswald was pacing back and forth in front of his bar, Y/n was cleaning her knife at one of the tables.

"You alright?" She asked. "She spike your dinner?"

"No, it's just....it tasted like-"

"Like your mother's." Y/n finished. She then stood up and tucked her knife away, Oswald watched as she got close to him. She pulled his tie pin out of her pocket and clipped it to his tie.

"I've been looking for that one, where did you find it?" He asked.

"I found it in your office."

Oswald looked at Y/n, she obviously had something on her mind. He took her and in his, he was about to speak when Sofia came plowing into the lounge. Ozzy saw the hate in Y/n's eyes when she heard Sofia's heals clicking on the tile floor.

"Oswald." She said.

"I'll leave you two alone."

Oswald gripped Y/n's hand, not wanting her to leave. But she pulled away, he could see she was upset. Y/n left the room, but stood outside the door. She could hear Oswald yelling and Sofia giving dumbass excuses. Then she heard what she thought she'd never hear.

"The only person who has ever done anything nice for me, without wanting something in return was my mother."

That hit Y/n like a bus, she thought he had realized what she's done for him. And why she's done it, but he was blinded by power. Just like everyone in this city.

Y/n was on her way back to her room when she ran into Sofia, the bitch smirked and twittled her fingers at her. Just as Sofia was about to pass by, Y/n grabbed her by the wrist and slammed her into the wall. Y/n held her knife to her neck and got really close.

"I don't know what you're plotting, but it ain't working sis." She growled. "You dare hurt him in anyway, shape, or form and I will come after you and you bet your ass I will get you. There will be no one to protect you, he is mine. I will kill you if you even look at him the wrong way. Do you understand!?"

Sofia giggled. "You don't scare me, Y/n. Few people do, all you are is a love struck little girl who thinks she can frighten those above her. Well you can't."

Y/n smiled and slowly dragged the knife over her neck, drawing blood and making Sofia cry out.

"You think I'm fucking around? You're nothing but a daddies girl, but daddy didn't give you enough attention so you gotta prove yourself. But I won't let that happen, Oswald will win at this little game you're playing. I will see to that."

Y/n then let go of Sofia and trudged up the hall, and back to her room.

___

Weeks had passed and out of nowhere Jim Gordon was appointed captain of the GCPD. So as any good friend would, Y/n went to go see Harvey Bullock down at his bar.

"Hey, Buddy. What's going on?" She asked. "And I want details."

"Is that why you came here? For details, not to comfort me?"

Y/n smiled. "Well, I can always multitask."

She reached over the bar and patted his shoulder, he smiled and gripped her arm.

"Now, spill it." She whispered, making his face drop.

"He's been talking to this woman, Sofia Fa-"

"Sofia Fal-fuckin-cone! Thank you, Bullock!" She yelled as she ran out of the bar.

"Glad I could help."

___

"She's what!?" Y/n yelled.

"She's invited us to a dinner for the orphanage."

"Oswald, can't you see she's playing with you!? Jim Gordon, right? He just miraculously becomes captain? Bullshit! Someone had to have paid off the mayor to make him captain! And poof the mayor is just gone?"

"You think it was Sofia."

Y/n pointed at Oswald. "I talked to Harvey, he said he's seen them talking."

"Let's not just start blaming her, we need evidence. I'll have Victor fallow her, but in the meantime I'll say we aren't going to the dinner." He said.

"Alright, that sounds like a good idea."

___

Oswald and Y/n showed up at Sofia's place, she was fumbling with a huge bouquet of flowers. Y/n fallowed Oswald over to her where they stopped in the entrance of the livingroom.

"Beautiful." Ozzy said, making Sofia smile.

Y/n rolled her eyes and started looking at the wall as if it were something spectacular. Oswald started hinting at Jim's new position and who could've put him there. Y/n watched Sofia's reactions and she knew for a fact that she did it.

"So long story short, we ain't coming to your little feast." Y/n said.

"Oh, well....I was looking forward to you two being there."

"Yeah, well....we ain't gonna be."

Some more jabbering between Sofia and Oswald and she finally walked out of the room. Mr. Penn and Oswald started conspiring on how they were gonna get her to confess.

"Give me two minutes alone in a room with her and I'll have her singing the pledge of allegiance in reverse." Y/n whispered, while holding up a knife.

"That can be our last resort." Oswald reassured her, patting her shoulder.

"But-"

"Y/n, I'll handle it."

A couple days later the plans changed, turns out they were going to the dinner, but Ozzy had a trick or two up his sleeve. He had a plan to get Martine to spy on her.

"That's a great plan....but do we gotta go?" Y/n asked.

"We're going." Is all he said as they left out the door. They arrived in record time, because Y/n was driving like Cruella Deville to get to the fuckin place. They entered and the living room was packed with people. Y/n felt self conscious because she was wearing leather pants and a white button up dress shirt with her under-arm holsters showing.

"I'll be right back." Y/n said to Oswald.

"Where are you going?"

She didn't answer, she just left. Y/n went back to the car, she popped the trunk and grabbed out her bag. She unzipped it and pulled out a black shiny pencil dress that hugged her curves.

Y/n hopped into the back of the car and began changing into the dress.

Oswald began looking around for Y/n but he hadn't seen where she had gone. That was odd, she normally stayed by his side, what was going on?

Just then he turned around to walk back into the livingroom when he knocked into a woman, he was about to tell her to watch where she was going when she turned to face him. It was Y/n, she looked amazing.

"Don't Tell me you left to change." He said.

"That's what I did alright. Everyone else looks so good and I felt like I was under dressed. I mean with you in your suit....I wanted my outfit to go with yours so I threw on this black dress."

"How are you gonna protect me in a dress?"

"Ozzy, if I can bust a move like Michael Jackson in this, then I can sure as hell can beat someone's ass on your behalf."

Sofia walked into the room with a wine glass in hand, she smiled when she saw Y/n, it was an obvious fake smile.

"We were wondering where you went. I love the dress." She said.

"Uh huh." Y/n replied.

Sofia smiled again then looked to Ozzy. She walked closer to him and took his hand.

"Oswald, I've been thinking. Whoever had Gordon appointed captain did actually save you. The license were a good idea at the time, but they would be your downfall."

"Cut the shit, Falcone." Y/n said.

Oswald pulled his hand away. "Y/n is right. If you're going to confess, then confess. And face the consequences."

Suddenly there was a voice behind them, it was bone chilling.

"So sorry to interrupt. The waiters are getting everyone seated, we don't want the food to get cold." He said, the man was wearing a pig head for a mask. He then held up a cleaver. "Chop chop."

___

All the rich guests were sat at the table, Y/n was on the end that the Pyg was standing at. Sofia was across from her, and Oswald to Sofia's right.

Y/n was looking down at the pie in front of her. She was ready to put a smack down and kill this fucker. There was no way she was eating a pie made of people.

"This is just disgusting." She said.

The Pyg gave her an offended look, he laid his hand flat on his chest.

"Well, Miss Y/L/N. That is rude, we worked very hard on this meal."

"I don't care if you broke your back in the process! This is the most revolting, despicable shit I've ever seen! And you can't pay me to eat this swill!"

The Pyg snort laughed, and held the cleaver back up to Martine's neck. Y/n looked over at Oswald for what to do, and in return he nodded. Y/n knew what that meant, she would have to choke down this pie. Oh fuckin yummy.

Y/n scooped some up with her fork and was about to put it in her mouth when-

"GCPD!" Jim Gordon's voice came around the corner.

Everyone stood up and scattered like mice, Y/n grabbed one of the waiters and smacked his head off the table, then raided him for her weapons. She backed up out of the room, her body blocking Oswald as she pointed her guns at the remaining kitchen staff.

"Are you okay?" Ozzy asked, he pulled Y/n close as he examined her.

"Oz, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

He nodded and pulled Martine and her into a closet. y/n turned the lights off and all she could hear were Jim Gordon and The Pyg very violently hashing out an agreement in the next room. Knives and plates could be heard bouncing off the wall and falling to the floor.

"Oswald." Y/n whispered.

She felt him gently grip her hand and rub her wrist with his thumb.

"It's alright. Im right here."

___

When the fight was over Oswald confronted Sofia in the living room, Y/n wasn't happy with the outcome.

Oswald once again had forgiven her for her bullshit. Y/n got in the car with Ozzy as they waited for Martine to come back with news on whether or not she was a traitor. They both sat in the back of the car, Y/n placed her hand on his thigh.

"If it comes up that she's been using you and lying to you, then I want you to know I have your back through all this. And I always have, all you need to do is ask. No matter what it is, you need me to kill someone? I'll do it. You need me to commit tax fraud? Shit I'll do it 100 times over."

The last one made Oswald chuckle.

"I know. I don't show it a lot but, I know. You've done so much for me, and I'm truly grateful. You've been there for me since day one." He said. "We've broke this city and rebuilt it together. We've wreaked havoc on this city. We've become the King and Queen of Gotham. And you know Y/n for these past few years I've been wanting to tell you something.....I've felt like this for a long time and I didn't know how to tell you but-"

He was cut off by the door opening and Martine entering the car.

"Well? Did you find anything out?" Y/n asked.

The little boy held up his board that read.

"I saw Sofia kissing the policeman."

Y/n felt like she just won the NFL, she felt like she could jump off a building and still live. But she could tell Oswald didn't feel the same. Once again someone he felt for betrayed him, and Y/n's celebration was cut short by him looking like he lost the love of his life.

"You're a good friend, Martine."

___

Oswald sat on the couch in the lounge, he just sat there staring at his glass of bourbon. Y/n leaned against the wall and shook her head.

"King and Queen, huh?" She asked.

Oswald looked up. "Heh, Yeah."

"Don't shed any tears over her. She doesn't deserve it."

Oswald stood up and began slowly limping over to her.

"No, she doesn't. Everyone I had ever known has always betrayed me. Everyone except you and my mother."

He took her hand in his, Y/n looked up at him and smiled. She gently wiped his tears away.

"I do what I do because I love you, Oswald." She said. "I will be here for you until the day I die."

Ozzy looked down at her lips, then back to her eye. Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He pulled her to him and deepened the kiss. They slowly pulled away to catch their breath.

Y/n smiled.

"The king and Queen of Gotham."

THE END ❤️

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Master of Shadows [1/?]

Fandom: DC (Nolanverse; Batman Comics) Pairing: Bane x Fem! Reader Summary: You are a tailor that works for Oswald Cobblepot, also known as the Penguin, who tasks you with making clothes for the abnormally large man who has recently arrived in Gotham, Bane. While working with Bane, you see an opportunity to escape the Penguin, something you have wanted for years, and if you play your cards right, you may just gain your freedom and bond with the handsome man in the mask along the way.   A/N: working on another series before finishing Prove Them Wrong is a terrible idea, but I haven’t been able to get this story out of my head. In later chapters I may attempt to write smut for the first time (chapters will be marked as such if there is smut included and I may add *s so people can skip over it, but I’m still undecided on that at the moment).

“Shit,” you swear under your breath as blood pools in a bubble on your skin, painting the finger you’d just pricked with a needle a warm red. You weave the needle into the fabric and leave it dangling before standing up to search for a bandage and curse the Penguin for the millionth time that day. You walk across the room to where the first-aid kit hangs on the wall from an old, rusty nail, take it down, and rifle through the supplies, tossing aside painkillers, tweezers, a thermometer, and sterile gloves, heart sinking as you realize you didn’t replenish the gauze and band-aids after the last time you’d accidentally hurt yourself. With a groan and much internal dread, you exit the room and descend the creaky wooden stairs to search for a band-aid. 

At the bottom of the staircase, just as you’re about to dart into the bathroom down the hall to the right, the doorway to Oswald Cobblepot’s office swings open, revealing your boss, dwarfed as he stands beside someone you had never seen before. The first thing you notice about the unfamiliar person is how big they are; their arms are bulging with muscle and you could see his thigh muscles straining against his cargo pants. The second thing you notice about them was the mask covering the lower half of their face and the slight metallic hiss it seemed to make.

You’re about to tell your boss you’re only down here to get a band-aid, but he speaks first. “Aha! If it isn’t just the person I was hoping to see!” He beckons you over to his office and leads you to one of the plush velvet chairs in front of his desk before walking around to sit behind it. “Take a seat. You too, big man,” he says. The man he’d been standing with before you’d entered the room sat in the chair next to you, and the chair creaked with the effort of supporting him. “This is the tailor I was telling you about!” Cobblepot says, pointing to you with a wide smile. “She makes all my suits, which is why I’m the most dapper man around!” You immediately freeze in your seat. If Cobblepot is acting excited about anything other than a visit from his beloved Edward Nygma, it was most certainly bad news, and as much as you want to stay far away from whatever “it” is, it seems like you’re right in the middle of it. 

“Y/N, meet Bane,” Cobblepot says with grandeur. You look at the man sitting next to you warily. “Bane only just arrived in Gotham last week, and as the king of this city, I like to know who the big players are, and I think this man is going to bring something new to Gotham that can benefit my circle of friends and colleagues greatly…well I suppose it would be more accurate to say he is going to remove something from Gotham.” Bane nods curtly and crosses his arms, clearly growing tired of the Penguin’s little speech. “Alright, so now to the point of you, little tailor. Well you see, Bane here is a large guy, he has some trouble finding comfortable clothes. So I need you to take his measurements and make a few things for him; I’ll let him specify what they are exactly.” Cobblepot stands and makes for the door to escort you and Bane out of his office, but you don’t move. “Y/N, don’t keep me waiting!” Cobblepot snaps. 

Crossing your own arms as you rise from the chair, you take a step towards your boss. “Before I begin working on this…special project,” you start, eyes darting over to Bane before sliding back to Cobblepot. “I want to address the matter of compensation. Making clothes for Bane will require significantly more material as well as more time than your clothes do. With an increased cost of production, the pay should be higher, yes?” you ask, raising a brow as Cobblepot’s own eyebrows slant in anger. 

“You are in no position to be making demands, you little-” he snaps before cutting himself off, remembering he has company. 

“I also need more band-aids for the first aid kit,” you say, refusing to back down. Cobblepot nods and sends you a withering glare that tells you you’re going to regret opening your mouth before escorting you and Bane to the bottom of the stairwell you had descended not long ago. 

“Go take his measurements and compile a list of anything you need that you don’t already have; I’ll have it picked up this evening. And remember my navy and purple suit with the yellow accents needs to be done for tomorrow evening’s function!”

“Yes, boss,” you sigh as he makes his way back into his office and you lead Bane up the stairs. 

–

“Stand here please,” you direct Bane as you grab a stepstool, measuring tape, notebook, and pen from around the room. “So, what will I be making for you?” you ask as you flip to a clean page of the notebook. 

“The first thing I need is a coat,” he answers, and you take in the sound of his voice for the first time. It has a slight lilting quality but sounds menacing all the same, and the mask gives it a tinny undertone. 

You nod and step onto the stool to begin measuring his muscled back over the tight black shirt he wears. “Can you tell me more about the kind of coat you want while I measure?” you ask, using his back to support the notepad as you write down his measurements. He looks over his shoulder at you, glancing down to where you’re writing, but he doesn’t comment. 

“I care about functionality,” he starts. “It seems it can get quite cold here in the wintertime,” he continues, and you move around to his front side and ask him to hold his arms straight out to the sides and measure his chest. He looks down at you as you work, and you write down more measurements. Pulling the stool around, you kneel to measure his waist, listening as he finishes describing the coat he wants. You can’t help but notice his stomach is a bit softer than the rest of him, though there is still certainly muscle there, and it brings you a sense of comfort, reassuring you that the man you’re alone with is human. A very large, strong human who could probably kill you faster than you could blink, but human nonetheless. 

You stand on the stool to measure his height; he’d mentioned wanting a bit of a longer coat, and just as you’re about to write the measurement down–using his body for support, which he had continued to say nothing about–the door bursts open and a man with reddish-brown hair and a five o’clock shadow shouts “Bane!” Your head snaps up, and you’re about to reprimand him for storming in when your weight tips the stool and you fall. You brace for the impact of the hard floor, but it never comes. Instead, you find yourself in Bane’s arms.

“Thanks,” you blush, and he nods as he sets you down. 

“Barsad,” he says, turning to the man who had just stormed in. “I told you I would be out until after dark and not to disturb me. What is it?” Barsad looks between you and Bane, hesitating, but Bane waves him on. 

“We have a date problem back at…well, you know. The woman bribed one of the guards, I suspect Ollie, and he let her go.” Your ears perk up at that as you continue to wind the measuring tape back around the round track you keep it on. “And the event is in an hour and a half.”

“Do you still have the dress?” Bane asks, glancing over at you. 

“We do; it would be a bit difficult to transport,” Barsad explains. “What are you thinking, boss?”

“This one,” Bane says, nodding to you, is a tailor, so if we took her, she could make a few adjustments on the dress and she could stand in as the date.”

“Hold on,” you say, unable to stand by quietly despite your better judgement. “If I’m possibly going to some mystery event, I’d like to know what it is,” you say, crossing your arms. 

“That is none of your concern,” the man, Barsad, says dismissively, about to continue speaking, when Bane holds a hand up and silences him. 

“Under normal circumstances, I would agree with you, but this woman is someone we are doing business with, so we will play nice for the time being. And if she is to perform the part well, she should know what she will be doing.”

“I am right here!” you say, causing both men to look at you. 

With a deep exhale, Barsad says, “I need someone to take as a plus one to a party tonight, a fancy one.”

You hesitate, wheels spinning in your mind. You know getting involved with whatever these men have going on is a bad idea, but you’re already employed by one of Gotham’s most notorious criminals, so you doubt it can really get much worse. Decision made, you speak up once more. “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about the party at Wayne Manor, would you?” you ask. 

“Clever,” Bane says, but you get the feeling he is being condescending, so you send a glare his way. “But you are correct, that is the event.”

“Well…I have always wanted to see the inside of the place,” you admit. “And I’ve been dying to get out of this building for ages!” Bane looks at you in a way you can’t quite decipher, but you brush it aside. 

“So it is settled,” Barsad says. “Now, about this dress we-” he starts.

“I think I have something that might be better than whatever the hell it is you have planned,” you say, cutting him off. “No offense, of course,” you add, looking him up and down and noting that his fashion sense isn’t as bad as you’d expected. You stride over to a closet in the back corner of the room, put in the code for the lock you keep on it, and open it, revealing a small collection of couture dresses fit for the finest galas in Gotham. You slide the dresses around, scooting hangers left and right, until you find the dress you were looking for. It is a silk and tulle grey floor-length dress with a fitted bodice that has a plunging v-neck and sheer long sleeves. At the waist, the dress flares out slightly, and there are both white and black pearls sewn into the dress at the waist. “How’s this for a dress?” you ask with a smirk, satisfied when both mens’ eyebrows shoot up and Barsad gives you a wide smile. 

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✧*。Masterlist And Gen Info ✧*。

This account has officially been abandoned. I’ll leave this gen list here for all who wish to still read any of my stuff. Love to you all!

One fic may be under multiple characters btw. Only Klitz + Eli gets its own category

Characters!

~Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine, 2006)

---->Comforting You HCs

---->Still My Favorite

~Brian Wilcox (Fast Food Nation, 2006)

---->Stargazers

~Tim Klitz (The Girl Next Door, 2004)

---->Nighttime Nostalgia

~Eli Brooks (The Girl Next Door, 2004)

---->Eli Brooks Masterlist

~Eli Brooks + Tim Klitz (The Girl Next Door, 2004)

---->Smut HCs

---->Date Night

~Oswald Cobblepot (The Batman, 2022)

---->Cuddling HCs

---->Barely Holding On

~Alex Jones (Prisoners, 2013)

---->Rediscovery

~David Loki (Prisoners, 2013)

---->Rediscovery

---->One Short Moment

~Eddie Munson (Stranger Things Season 4, 2022)

---->Kiss The Pain Away

---->End All This Now

---->Review + Fix It

---->The Same Coin

---->Bleed For Me

---->Music Lessons (1) (2) (3)

~Vance Hopper (The Black Phone, 2022)

---->Vance Hopper Masterlist

~Robin Arellano (The Black Phone, 2022)

---->Got Your Back

---->Looks Like It Hurt

---->Ghost!Grabber Victim HCs

---->Left On My Own

---->Roller Boy

---->Confession + Dating HCs

---->In Your Arms Again

---->More Than Math

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Hello! I will go by Jay here on Tumblr! My pronouns are He/Him and I identify as aroace. I really like writing "x reader" fanfic so that's mostly the stuff I'll be posting, maybe the occasional something else, but that's it really.

I can write both SFW and NSFW but I tend to prefer to write SFW. The characters under 18 I will write for are Dwayne Hoover, Vance Hopper, and Robin Arellano and I will not do anything sexual for them anymore. All other characters I write for will be 18 or over. Any requests for hard no’s will be deleted.

Hard no’s include sexual content involving minors, romantic or sexual content for Alex Jones from Prisoners, sexual noncon or dubcon including cnc, non-familial requests for characters 11 and under, hetero relationships for canonically gay characters, and pieces about real people.

Please feel free to send me prompts or anything, really. I love hearing from people, and I tend to run low on ideas so if there's something you think I should write then lmk. Please give me time to write them, I have a job and attend college and not as much free time as I would like. Whatever pronouns are used for the reader in your requests will be the ones in the fic, if there are no pronouns, I'll use they/them. For smut requests, please include the anatomy you would like. If it’s not specified, I will decide based on what I want to write that day. All drafts will be published in the order they are received/made unless I am experiencing writer's block, in which case I will work on whatever prompt inspires me the most. If y’all ever see that I answered a post but then can’t find it on my page/see it unfinished, I published it too early and deleted it. I’ll upload it with a screenshot of the prompt when it’s ready, very sorry. 

In my posts, I will provide a word count, description (for stories), pairing (character x reader or character/reader), and pairing type (familial, platonic, romantic, sexual), and tags/warning. If there is a tag you believe I missed for a story you would like acknowledged, feel free to say something either in a direct message or a comment!

Most of my pieces will have a GN!reader and any NSFW will typically be female anatomy with some occasional male anatomy, but I can do something else on request.

I hope y'all enjoy what I write! :)

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[finniestoncrane]

First of all: congratulations on the 500 followers! You deserve each and every one of them. I love your works, specially the ones featuring Ozzie <3

Okay, so, onto the request...

Today I feel extra touch starved, so would you be so kind as to write a One Bad Day Penguin x female reader with the following?

🤝 holding hands

🔴 i would never hurt you, you know that, right?

I'm sorry if this is not how the prompts work. Feel free to ignore if I misinterpreted them and of course, no pressure whatsoever! Thank you in advance if you feel comfortable writing my request 🥰

Shouting

one bad day!penguin x female!reader/holding hands thank you anon you are so sweet and so needlessly polite omg ily ;-; also his hands in OBD send me over the edge so well done i am drooling 💜 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: fluff, big bad ozzy is very soft really, kissing requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

Since Oswald had regained control of his club, and the majority of Gotham’s underworld, you had both adjusted to the change well. He still felt like the same Oswald Cobblepot you had met months ago, seemed like the same determined, ambitious, sweet and thoughtful man you had fallen for, dead set on helping him achieve, or re-achieve, his goals.

Somewhat naively, you hadn’t really considered what it might be like being with him as ‘The Penguin’. Risky, difficult, but you felt safe, protected by him. But part of you was still afraid of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on until it was right there in front of you, reaming in your face.

Or rather, screaming down the phone when you entered the room, leaving you standing there, unsure if you would ever be able to convince your legs to move again. Tension palpable, at least to you.

Sat at his desk, his entire body seemed to change, his voice deeper and more serious, growling almost at whatever poor soul was on the receiving end of his tirade. Threats, quickly and easily falling off his tongue like second nature, the violent imagery conjured perfectly in your mind to the point where you worried that you might not be able to stop picturing it when you closed your eyes. As you swallowed the building saliva, suppressing the nerves building up in your throat like bile, you made a choked, whining noise, and Oswald looked up.

When he noticed you, finally, he raised one finger, offering you a ‘one-moment’ and then a quick motion to lure you over to him. You followed, because you were obedient? Trusting still? Afraid? Desperate to be near him? There was an influx of emotions that all clambered together to get to the forefront.

As you approached him, slowly, unsure, he finished up the call, slamming the phone down into the receiver. You jumped lightly, and he was quick to put an arm around your hip.

“Hey, sweetheart! You ok?”

His voice was light again, soft and gentle, the Oswald you knew and loved. But you still couldn’t shake the nerves.

“Hey…kid?”

You hadn’t said anything yet, and all you could offer was a weak smile, your hand on his shoulder, thumb rubbing into it in a gesture of care. He could sense there was something wrong, and his brows tensed, furrowed, frowning at your unwillingness to share. But he pieced it together, pulling you in closer with his arm around you, shifting you onto his leg, one hand supporting your back, the other placed around your knee, fingers pressed into it in a firm grip.

“I would never hurt you.”

At your lack of response, avoiding his gaze, he lifted his hand from your knee to your chin, holding the front with his thumb, resting it on his palm, as he turned you to look at him.

“You know that, right?”

The sincerity in his eyes was all you needed. He was the same Oswald he always had been, it just might take a bit of getting used to.

#finnie500 #finnie writes #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #penguin #farrell!penguin #penguin x reader

[selfindulgentzsaszette]

Jervis, Ed and Oswald getting angry and raising their hands x Henchmen Reader with previous trauma with their last boss

Jervis Tetch

When you flinched at him he stopped for a second not really understanding your reaction

When you told him about you experience with your previous boss he felt sorry for you

He would assure you that he would never hurt one of his favourite puppets like that

Ed Nygma

When you flinched at him he would immediately stop in his tracks

When you told him about your previous experience with your boss he would feel immediately angry

If you wanted to he would encourage you and help you seek out revenge

Oswald Cobblepot

Just like with Ed, when you flinched at him he would immediately stop in his tracks

When you told him about your previous experience with your boss he would immediately suggest carrying out revenge

He would also try to comfort you and assure you that he treats his subordinates well unless he is betrayed

Sorry if it wasn’t great, I am still a beginner at this!!

Request

Tags: @patisilence​

#Gotham #hcs #headcanons #x reader #oswald cobblepot #ed nygma #jervis tetch

[makethiscanon]

Current request status: closed

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Inbox game status: open

Current game: Send a single '🌸' + any character name (+ fandom if it's not obvious), and I'll give you one headcanon for them. Limited to one headcanon per ask. The same character can be asked for more than once.

I can go in fandom-blind. Pick any character you like.

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Firstly, anyone new here please know I’m the slowest writer on this planet, with a feeble amount of motivation. When requesting, it’s better off to think of it as a suggestion, because unless I get inspired, there’s a high chance I won’t have the brain power to write your piece.

I work under a policy that every character is pansexual/panromantic, unless explicitly stated by the original creator that the character is not attracted to a specific orientation.

What I will write:

Reader-inserts only

Second-person, or third-person if requested

Headcanons, drabbles, blurbs, short stories, voice lines, match ups.

Any gender, but will default to fem! unless requested

Romance or platonic

Aro or Ace

Polyamory

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Horror/Suspense 

Minor injuries/blood

Alternate Universe (please specify)

The list isn't completely exclusive so if in doubt, hit me with what you've got.

I reserve the right to decline or ignore any requests that make me feel uncomfortable, and have no obligation to disclose reasons why.

What I won’t write:

NSFW / Taboo

Political

Hate speech

Cheating

Whump (Yandere is fine but won’t be graphic)

Real celebrities x reader

Young-coded characters romantically. E.g. Eri, Kota, Klee, Nahida, etc.

I can try writing for any character from the fandoms listed, but the characters below are the ones I’m more confident in. Those with an ‘ * ’ are the characters I’m most confident writing.

Arcane:

Jayce || Viktor*

Silco

Demon Slayer:

Akaza* || Douma || Enmu || Gyutaro*

Inosuke || Nezuko

Rengoku || Sanemi

Dr Stone

Senku || Taiju

Tsukasa || Ukyo || Yo

Chrome || Kinro

Final Fantasy

7: Reno || Vincent || Genesis || Zack

13: Hope || Snow || Caius || Noel

Genshin Impact:

Arataki Itto || Cyno || Thoma || Tighnari || Xiao || Zhongli

Childe || Scaramouche

Gotham (TV Series):

Oswald Cobblepot || Jerome Valeska || Victor Zsasz*

Kingdom Hearts:

Organization XIII members || Axel*

Sora || Riku || Hayner

The Maze Runner:

Gally* || Newt || Frypan || Minho || Alby

Vince

My Hero Academia:

Class 1-A [Any] || Bakugou Katsuki* || Ojiro Mashirao*

Amajiki Tamaki || Kaibara Sen || Monoma Neito || Shindou Yo || Shinsou Hitoshi || Togata Mirio || Yorarashi Inasa

Chisaki Kai [Overhaul] || Dabi || Spinner || Toga Himiko || Twice

Fatgum || Pro Hero: Manual

Obey Me:

Mammon || Lucifer || Beelzebub || Asmo

Simeon || Solomon || Raphael

Tales of Arcadia:

Douxie Casperan || Krel Tarron*

Nari || Skrael || Strickler || Tronos

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[klbwriting]

I’ll Be Here Forever

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Warnings: talking about past abusive relationship

Request:  Saw you wanted requests? Im on it!!! I adore your writing and your blog is just so amazing so i had too!! Im in desperate need of a Oswald Cobblepot x reader! Recently ive been needing some comfort,,,so maybe reader confesses about a past abusive relationship and oswald comforts her? Tysm!! :)

Note: Love getting back to my OG fics, Gotham, still never watched the last season so I need to rememdy that

Oswald had no idea what you were hiding from him but he would find out.  He knew whatever your secret was it was painful, you seemingly went to another place in your mind when you thought about it and it was keeping you from taking that next step into actually admitting you loved Oswald.  It was hurting your relationship and Oswald would be damned if he would let your fear get in the way of your happiness.  

Everyday he would ask you if you were happy and you would answer yes.  Then he would say you were lying and ask why you couldn’t be happy with him.  You would get quiet before just sighing and walking away.  You could feel the fear of what Oswald would say weighing on your mind and instead of facing it you walked away, better to push it off until later than face the pain and judgement head on.  But after awhile it was draining you, and you finally snapped, not able to keep up the normal behavior you had trained yourself to adopt in front of him.

“Why won’t you tell me what is wrong?” Oswald said, voice raising slightly and his hands getting thrown up in frustration and that’s when he saw it.  You flinched, held up your hands as if to protect yourself.  His eyes widened and he quieted, hands falling to his sides.  “Y/N, were you, did someone hurt you?” he asked, voice now soft and gentle.  You shook for a second as you pulled yourself back together after falling apart.

“Yes Oswald, my ex hit me, a lot, and it took a very long time to walk out on them,” you said softly, collapsing on the couch as if you had been carrying something heavy and had finally put it down.  Just saying out loud what had happened made you feel lighter and like you could breathe for the first time in awhile.  Oswald sat next to you and reached out, gently taking your hand.  

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” he asked.  You sighed and wiped your eyes when you felt some tears fall.

“I thought you would see how weak I really am.  Oswald, you are a powerful man and you like to be surrounded by powerful people, and I’m not powerful I only pretend to be.  I’m not strong I was so weak and I cowered under this person’s anger for far too long,” you said, sliding your hand away, expecting Oswald to want you to leave, realizing that you were not the strong person he thought you were.  Oswald took your hand back and kissed it softly.

“Y/N you are the strongest person I have ever met.  You may have cowered for a time but you left, walked out of that house and into my heart and that is where you’re going to stay.  I’m not giving up on you and I will never let anyone hurt you like that again.  Hell, I will never let anyone hurt you again in general,” he said.  You looked at him now and saw the truth in his words.  He pulled you close, kissing you softly before just sitting back and holding you while you finally let go of the pain and guilt and shame you had been holding onto.  “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Oswald.”

#Oswald Cobblepot #oswald cobblepot x reader #gotham #oswaldcobblepot #oswaldcobblepotxreader

[slashingdisneypasta]

Oswald Cobblepot / Penguin x Reader || Oneshot

Title: I’m Only 20 Years Old!

Notes:

Oz is 34 in this. He’s a lil bit of a sugar Daddy in, too, haha. Flexin’ that purse of his.

Plot: You had moment, a prolonged moment in fact seeing as he was apparently pretty darn sweet on you, with an older man -not just any older man. The Penguin, - and now you were in a… sticky situation. He finds you on the floor of your little apartment’s littler bathroom with a positive pregnancy test sitting on your knees, freaking out. You’re only 20 years old!!

Warnings: Pregnancy, panic attack, early parenthood, age difference (14 years)

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After Oz spends the good part of half an hour knocking on your apartment door and waiting patiently, politely, for you to answer, he has one of the two men he was travelling with break it open. If you were hurt or passed out on the inside, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had left you without checking. He’s been spurned by the loss of loved ones before.

As soon as he’s inside, he nearly doubles back and leaves immediately when he realises you aren’t a loved one yet… or you shouldn’t be… you haven’t known each other for that long, really! Surely, he isn’t so attached to you yet… he should know better.

But when it occurs to him that you aren’t around, asking him what the hell he’s just done to your door like he would expect, any understand honestly, he forgets about that starts to feel suspicious, and worried. Knitting his eyebrows together, he looks around the room slowly, searching for anything that looks like it might be out of place. Of course, he hasn’t been in here many times-only once, in fact, -, but he of all people knows what a struggle leaves in its wake.

You should, be here. You said you would be, you said you would call him. He’s only here because a visit will always make him happier than a phone call- so, where are you? “… Y/N?”

When there’s no response from anywhere in the apartment, Oz nods to his two goons to take a look around and starts walking around on his own with his cane.

He finds you before the others.

“Y/N??” You look so slack on the floor, sitting against the cabinets under the sink with your knees pulled up to your chest. You’re looking at something you have pressed to your knees that he can’t see. Oz raises an eyebrow. “What are you doing on the floor?”

God knows when you got this floor cleaned last.

You take a deep breath, but you look anything but scared. A little mad, actually. Oz wonder’s how your day has been? “Oz, I want you to know that you are the only person I’ve had sex with in the past two months.”

Okay, now he’s worried. Rolling his shoulder uncomfortably, he lets an awkward grin pass momentarily over his teeth, corners of his mouth dipping up wonkily. “Ha… okay, Y/N. Good to know. Uh… Why do you say?”

“Because I’m having a baby.”

“Having a… having… “You look up from what Oz can now assume is a pregnancy test, to see your… something - one-time bed partner who you’re now, possibly, dating? - minorly - majorly, - freaking out. Those pretty baby blues of his have gone from concerned and confused to horrified and confused in a split second, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you saying… that that is my… we’re having… “Eventually, he stops his gawking with his mouth wide open, closes his mouth firmly and looks away from you. Adjusting his collar with one hand, he rolls his shoulders again. A nervous habit of his, apparently.

You wonder momentarily if your baby will have that.

“You’re saying,” He starts again, reiterating for the sake of making sure. “That we’re pregnant?”

Theirs nothing warm or flirty, what you’ve learnt to expect from Oswald Cobblepot, about his words or his face in this moment, and it just makes you even more anxious. You knew about his more temperamental side. Granted, you have not met it, but of course you’ve heard of it. Everyone knows of the Penguin in Gotham.

You answer him by offering him the stick. You say “Yes.”.

“That’s fine.” He disses the stick, before looking to the side, to your little shower and the room is silent for a moment. You let your head lean back in the cabinet door, thinking about how totally screwed you are. It surprises you, when Oz turns back to look at you and his voice rings with honesty when he asks “Are you okay?”.

Tears immediately blur your vision, now that you aren’t worrying that he’ll get pissed at you as much. Hiding your face in your hands, you take a deep watery breath and sniff. “No… “

Clearly, you’re freaking out. Behind your hands, are tears escaping the brims of your eyes and soaking your pink cheeks, and your shoulders shake. Oz looks completely frantic for a moment, looking around for his guys who have conveniently disappeared. Crying?? Crying?? Ew, what do I do?! Oz doesn’t even like crying when its him, crying!

After a moment, Oz pulls himself together and squares his shoulders. Well, I have to do something! Get it together, Oswald.

Taking a deep breath so his chest swells, for courage, he walks over to you and, using his cane, he slowly crouches down beside you, then collapses on his ass. “Fucking- “Quickly, he courses corrects, cutting himself off with thin lips and humming instead, and turns to you, setting his cane down by his outstretched legs. “Y/N, sweetheart, my thousand-dollar suit is touching the repulsive bathroom floor; Please look at me.”

For a single moment you try to pull yourself together and do as he asked, because a thousand dollars oh fucking Christ, but its evident you are not coming together right now and end up just stubbornly shaking your head. He can’t see you with swollen eyes and ugly, crying frowny mouth. The relationship is new!

… If there is even a relationship anymore…

Oh Jesus, that hasn’t even occurred to you. You kind of have other things to stress about then your budding relationship with the crime king.

Oswald huffs, beside you. But accepts your response. “Okay, fine. Y/N, I promise I’ll take care of you. This… “He seems to have trouble coming up with the word ‘baby’, which just hurts you more. “Infant; There I go. I can do this! The infant will hinder your schooling as little as possible. I assure you. I-if you want an abortion, or-or to give it up for adoption, or whatever, it’ll be done. I’ll even pay your college fees- No, I’ll buy the damn place if we have to do that. It’ll be fine. You will get your credentials- I’ll make sure of it.”

Sniffing, you wipe your face and put your head back on the cabinet, uncovering your face. Still, you look up at the ceiling rather than at Oswald’s face. “That’s well and good, Oz, but… Okay, my age is one thing, here. School, is another. Sure, those two are terrifying on a normal day, but… But the biggest scary thing, here?” You chew on your bottom lip for a moment, feeling icy blues watching the side of your face. Taking a risk, you turn to him with a severe, and scared look on your face. “The target, that’s on my, and by extension this baby’s, forehead now.”

Oswald’s face quickly transforms from one of pure worry, to utter horror. You’re right! That hadn’t occurred to him. That, by being pregnant with his child… any number of filthy criminals will want your head. Or as a hostage, to use against him…

“We-we’ll have to fake your death!”

Surprisingly, that sudden little, assertive outburst makes a short laugh come out of you. You turn away from him and pat his shoulder. “Oz.” Come on; Be serious.

“I’m not kidding! We’ll have to- Ed. He’s still out to get me. Maybe we can frame him! Its just a simple matter of getting durable enough materials to make you a safe room, for when we bomb the building- He’s always been so theatrical. Let’s see… “Listening to Oswald come up with your fantastical fake death, you rub your already red eyes and think yourself. How are you going to do this…?

One thing is for sure; You aren’t faking your death. No matter how great a plan Oz comes up with. You have family, here, and you would give your grandma a heart attack!!

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you collect Oz’s arm into your chest. Just a little comfort. Whether he wants to be with you anymore or not, you need him. He’s going to be the father of your child, if you decide to have it, and that means you will always be a part of each other’s lives. Its you and him forever, now. You need him, even for just some comfort right now.

He stops talking, and looks at you. You look back for a moment, forcing a little smile to say you’ll be alright. A few moments pass, and his face softens again. “Come on, Y/N. You need your rest; Lets go to bed. No one knows yet except those goons I brought with me… and I’ll take care of them while you get yourself ready for bed.” He leans over and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, making you forget the quick, dark look that took over his fairy features when he said he would ‘take care’ of the guys in your apartment.

“Will you stay with me?” You don’t know if you could sleep without him tonight. Oz, getting his crane in place so he can use it to anchor himself up, turns to you and pastes a definite smile on his lips.

“Always, love.”

#Oswald Cobblepot x Reader Oneshot #Oswald Cobblepot #Oneshot

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Chapter 2 of Revenge Can Hurt More Than the Person It's Aimed at - An Angsty Nygmobblepot x Reader Hurt/Comfort Fix-it Fic

Chapter 2: Comfort Before the Interview

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Word count: 2996

Chapter summary: The next day, you try to be there for Oswald on the day of his big interview.

Warnings: canon betrayal (including gaslighting & intimidation) & poor mental state, a lot of angst (Oswald feeling miserable, fear of abandonment)

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Wow, I actually made a second picture just for this story?!

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The next morning there were no less than fourteen missed calls from Oswald on your phone but you couldn't reach his phone or landline.

You texted him, What is it,Oswald? Are you ok? and got dressed quickly.

When he finally called back, you immediately asked what was wrong.

He was incredibly anxious and hesitant, "It-it's nothing more than nerves. I've got that big interview today. You know the one. P-plus, I accidentally hit the button a few times when my hands were jittery. Silly me, haha. They still do that sometimes, out of Arkham or not." Oswald paused to catch his breath, "I-I would still greatly appreciate your presence, of course." He laughed with a shaky edge, and you instantly recognized the hidden desperation in it.

You mentally said your goodbye to the idea of finally seeing Ed again today.

I'm so sorry, something has come up. you wrote, then decided to add a little something to make Ed think about breaking off contact with Oswald:

Oswald really needs me. He hasn't been feeling well since you left. I hope we can talk about it.

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Ed left his phone in the car. Right now he had a mayor's reputation to damage. And what better way than to let him damage it himself?

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Since Oswald was almost running late, the car he sent drove you directly to City Hall.

On your way there, you kept checking your telephone but Ed hadn't responded yet.

Well, if he hasn't seen my message, maybe he doesn't have time after all.

Trying to distract yourself, you looked outside through the darkened windows and saw that you were arriving.

You quickly left the car, and marveled at the pleasant breeze of fresh air and the chirping of birds. The sun was even shining and bringing such a welcome warmth onto the streets of Gotham that you craned your neck to bask in it for a moment after looking for Oswald. He wasn't outside but he must have noticed today's wheather too, the completely unclouded blue sky. You smiled. Maybe it would cheer him up.

It was a beautiful day...counting only the weather.

You treaded to the entrance. As soon as you saw Oswald, your smile disappeared.

He looked terrible.

His head hung low as if he wanted to confront nothing but the floor, he was slouching and clinging to his cane, leaning to the side, dangerously close to tilting over.

Your footsteps made him jerk and look up with wide eyes. He called your name repeatedly, his voice hoarse and just as shaky as the rest of him.

"Oswald!" You approached him quickly so that he wouldn't have to walk over, and he welcomed you with open arms and hugged you firmly, indulging in your touch. His hands padded over your back, thankful for your presence.

"I'd say I missed you", you murmered close to his head, "but that might be a little over the top since we've only seen each other yesterday afternoon."

He didn't giggle as you'd hoped he would.

You pulled away, lightly tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Do you want to talk before the interview?"

He nodded eagerly, already turning away from the woman who was trying to get his attention, "Remember, Mr. Cobblepot, in 20 minutes-" She tried to sound nice but it was clear how stressed she was, especially when he wavd her off.

"Don't worry", you told her with sympathy, "I'll make sure he's there on time."

You hurried after Oswald and followed him to a secluded corner.

"Why did you call me?" You looked him over again. His hair was spiked as usual, if possibly a little greasy, but it might just be styling gel.

He looked at you with tired eyes, "What? What did you say?"

"Why you called me so many times." You put a hand to his shoulder, knowing that it usually calmed him down. "You seemed a bit off on the phone."

"Oh." He gaped and looked at you with wide sad eyes. "I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just that..."

No, he'd sound crazy saying it. He didn't want you to leave him too.

"I-it..." He gestured helplessly and looked down.

It was a pitiful sight: his need for you not to see him as pathetic translated into a pleading expression that made you want to take his hands into yours and look down at them instead of into his watery eyes to make him feel less observed.

Oswald's balled fists almost disappeared in his blazer, relaxing when he became aware of you looking at them.

When you touched the tips of his fingers probingly, he responded by tucking up his sleeves to give you more access, so you stroked over his hands soothingly, spotting bits of polish still clinging to his nails, as if he had forgotten about redoing them or removing the coat. This really wasn't his day, his week, really.

"You can tell me anything."

Oswald was looking down at your joined hands. Tell you? No, he decided. He had already told Ed that he loved him, and it had cost him their friendship.

Maybe what he should have done is confess to you both before that damned blonde woman whose name he still refused to pronounce correctly had-

"Ozzie?"

He came back to reality and noticed that he was clutching your hand too tightly.

"Sorry! Uh, I didn't mean to! I, uh..." He took his hands away but you caught them and gently brought them into yours again, "It's okay. Do you want to talk about it later?"

He shook his head. "It was just a nightmare. A very bad one."He sniffed and you searched in your pocket for a tissue and handed it to him. "What did you dream about? Only if you want to tell me, of course."

Oswald shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It just felt very real."

Perhaps that was the best way to put it. He was almost completely sure that he had seen the ghost of his father. There had been ghosts in the mansion before, Charles had told him so himself, so it wasn't too unrealistic that his own father appeared to Oswald, right? But if he had, who was the Birthday Boy? He had too many questions!

"Oswald?"

"Hm-what?" He had been absent again, hadn't he?

"Is something else bothering you? You can tell me. Whatever it's about. If you don't want to tell me the details, just tell me the core of what's concerning you, okay? You can also tell me all the details if you want to."

Tell you everything? Oswald wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Ed told me he wanted us to be more than friends, and for a moment I had the hope that he loved you too and that we could all be together forever, so I confessed but then he said it was all a misunderstanding, and now he's gone and I'm seeing ghosts. You ask me what's wrong but if I tell you about my father, you might see me as a madman and leave too, but if I tell you about Ed, I'll have to confess that I love you or else you'll think that I only love him. If I confess however, I will destroy the last shred of hope left in me!

"Oswald? It pains me to see you unhappy. I-I love you, you can trust me with anything."

'I love you' brought him out of the sea of unsaid words, "I-I love you too."

His words and expression full of honesty touched your heart.

He may never confess his love to you but at least you knew that he loved you as a friend.

In return he'd hear you say that you loved him too.

At this point you doubted whether you'd ever tell him. Thoughts raced through your head: you were well aware that he had no one else like you. Not since Ed left.

While Oswald wouldn't disdain you if your love wasn't reciprocated, in his current state he might think that you were only such a good friend because you wanted to make him fall for you.

You couldn't let that happen. You loved him and if supporting him meant not getting to find out whether your love was reciprocatdd, you'd keep it a secret. Maybe Ed would come back-no. If Ed came back and you confessed that you loved them both, he might distance himself from Oswald again.

Your attention was pulled to Oswald's hunched form, "I'm sorry, y-you shouldn't suffer because of me. It's...It's my father...a-and my mother, I miss them so much...", his eyes filled with more water, "and my duties as mayor, as well as the pending interview with such a famous figure, it's all just...I'm overwhelmed. I-" Tears fell down. "I don't know how to continue..." He looked down again, shaken in a bent position, and you gently padded his back and put your other hand on his arm.

"I'm here. I will support you", you said, soon feeling Oswald pressing into your body.

"Nhths mmnt", he muttered into your clothes.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing is permanent." He pulled back to look at you. "Everyone leaves me or dies a gruesome death eventually!"

This was Gotham. Betrayal and death were everyday occurrences.

"I won't leave you", you said, immediately regretting the stress on "I". You wouldn't ask him about Ed today, but eventually you'd have to ask.

"I'll stay by your side."

He stared at you with big eyes.

"And Oswald?"

"Yes?" He had stopped crying.

"Your parents would be proud of you. You're the mayor. Not just the way Aubrey James used to be, no, you've actually improved Gotham a lot! Not to mention how well you treat your friends."

There. You shouldn't have reminded him of Ed. His eyes were already watering again! Seeing them filled with tears of despair was heartbreaking.

"I love to be in your company," not a love confession but you wanted him to hear the word love again, "you care for those close to you and clearly do everything in your power to keep them happy", it was true: he had given Ed and you many a thoughtful gift, "and not to forget, your hugs are amazing!" You smiled. They really were.

"You have done so many things right and you're capable of continuing to do so. Maybe you don't know how to continue: so what? You're in a difficult position. Was mayor James the King of Gotham as well? No. Just being mayor is a huge responsibility on its own, don't forget that, Oswald. You're doing so much already."

You looked at him expectantly, searching his face for a sign of agreement.

His normally sharp hair streaks looked more greasy than styled today and dark make-up had gathered under his eyes, giving the normally fabulous-looking Penguin panda eyes.

"Ozzie?"

"What, d-yes?" He looked at you frightened. Did you know that he had just been about to call you "dear"? Perhaps you knew and didn't want to ask. Maybe you were like Ed. Uninterested.

"You...you asked for a next step. How about you go freshen up your make-up? Clear it up and wash the tears away? They smudged it a bit."

Honestly, you doubted whether all that had been smeared today, a part of it had already been smudged when you had welcomed him a few minutes ago.

"Looking better will give you more confidence for the interview. But in any case: don't worry, you've got this."

You looked him over to find something to compliment and your eyes landed on his purple tie with light blue flowers.

"Oh, and by the way: nice tie." You smoothed down his shirt collar a little, trying to make it look like mere gesturing. "Your fashion never disappoints." It was true. Not only was he a very handsome man but a well-dressed one.

When you saw that though he was no longer crying, he still looked sad, you squeezed his hand one last time and noted relieved that at least his hands were clean.

"Do you want me to wait here?"

Oswald lifted his head and attempted a smile, "No thank you, that's not necessary. You will be there for the interview though, won't you? It would be nice to have you there." This time his smile was more convincing.

"Of course I will be. Being with you is nice too."

Oswald's face lit up. He made sure to give you a smile, then went towards the staff's bathrooms.

_________________

While Oswald was away you found a quiet corner on the floor the interview would take place in.

Figuring that you owed Ed more of an explanation, you opened your telephone and typed:

Hopefully you don't think I'm ditching you for Oswald. I just had to be there for him, this day is extremely important. He has an interview with Margaret Hearst, can you believe that?

I hope we can still meet :) When do you have time to spare? Just a quick heads-up: I don't know how the interview will go and if it doesn't Oswald, might need someone to be there for him, and well, we know how much trust he puts in other people, right xD?

Thinking about those last two letters brought back memories of a happier time. If Oswald wasn't so troubled today, you might've even smiled. Now you were frowning.

"What does 'xD' stand for?" Ed had asked you one day.

"Oh, it's for laughing", you had explained, "The 'D' is the mouth."

"And the 'x' for...?"

"For when you laugh so hard you close your eyes."

"Who laughs like that?" Ed didn't have many experiences with making people laugh. At him, yes, but not because of his jokes. "I mean who would think closed eyes are more probably than open ones and make the eyes, say...a colon?"

"Probably people outside of Gotham. Trust is hard to find here."

Ed had laughed at that.

The memory dissolved your frown. It was a very happy one.

On that same evening, Ed had made a hilarious comment and you and Oswald guffawed, the latter's eyes flitting between Ed's and yours, saying that anymore laughing and he'd land on the floor all helpless.

Then someone important called and Oswald tried to calm down and closed his eyes to distract himself, giggling for a good minute.

Ed and you shared wide knowing smiles. Oswald trusted you both, trusted you enough to show his true emotions in front of you, to laugh so hard he almost fell to the floor, and to close his eyes, fully trusting you not to stab him.

In another city it might have sounded like little but in Gotham it more than a lot of people could say. It had been everything until something had happened. Only a very bad thing could have disunited the two. The thought made your muscles tense.

You checked the time: Oswald would have to hurry, he only had about eight minutes left. Margaret Hearst was already getting angry.

She was acting as if her time was more precious than his. A huff escaped you. As if the hard-working mayor of Gotham owed her his full attention, as if he didn't already have enough stress in his life. She knew nothing about him!

Oswald had fought hard for his place, lost and rebuilt it. He lost his mother and continued to believe in the power of love, ignoring what Ed had initially said: that love was a weekness for people like Oswald and him.

This made you think again: after meeting Oswald and you, Ed hadn't mentioned this opinion on love again. On the contrary: he had used Oswald's mother to motivate the kingpin frequently, and thrived in the time you three had spent together, at least until Isabella's death.

You looked at Ed's name on your phone, imagining how he felt now that his second chance at love had died. Maybe that was the reason he hadn't texted back yet.

Suddenly you became aware of a familiar walking pattern. Oswald was back, walking over quicker than he had before.

You figured you shouldn't distract him with the notion of Ed, so you quickly shut the phone and gave him your full attention.

He had wiped off most of the smudged mascara and wasn't as bent over anymore.

"Hey, you look good! How are you feeling?"

Oswald stepped closer, "Better, thank you. You look good too, by the way." Much better than him. He looked to the ground, then grew cold from shock. There were footsteps, muddy ones: like those of someone risen from their grave.

He tensed and tried not to make the change too obvious. He needed to investigate this on his own.

"What is it?" You tried to turn to look at the spot he was staring at but his frantic movements distracted you.

"I..uh, there-being here isn't, uh...I need to..." His voice wavered, "I still have a few minutes left, right?"

"Y-yeah, six. Should I accompany-"

"-no!" He gaped at you, shocked at the mere idea of it, then  "No," now less panicky, but avoiding your eyes, "that won't be necessary. I need...There's something that needs to be done." He hurried off.

You frowned letting him go, but stopping him would only compromise his timetable. Instead of going after him, you went around the room to check that everything was as comfortable as it could be for him: a chair at the right height, artificial lighting not too warm, you even put a new glass of water on the table next to his chair just in case it was poisoned.

It seemed like everything was ready for a good interview.

Until you he returned and you saw how feeble he looked. _____________________________________

Author's note: Me, nearly crying: I want Ozzie to have comfort in this episode but for that there needs to be hurt 😢😭

Let me know if you want to be tagged in this series 😙

->next chapter (chapter 3)

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[etherealfangirl10]

Kiss Me

One Shot

Masterlist

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Gender: Female

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary:

-(Y/N) Zsasz, sister of Victor Zsasz. (Y/N) followed her brother, her only living relative, through his dangerous occupation, never able to figure out where she fit, herself. Up until she finds herself in the arms of her brothers most recent employer, that is.-

Groaning, (Y/N) rolled her eyes, exasperatingly turning towards her dear brother.

“Again? You’re always away, off killing someone. Can’t Penguin send someone else for once? You promised to watch an episode of ‘Shameless’ with me.” The girl whined, sticking out her lower lip in a pout.

“(Y/N), as much as I’d love to gawk at Ian tonight, I love my job, and this man is very important, so the job needs to be done right.” Victor replied, grinning.

Huffing, (Y/N) stood up, almost jumping off the bed she had been settled on. “Fine. Then I shall go and speak to him, myself, since you’re so reluctant.”

“(Y/N)- don’t you dare-!” Victor called after her, but she had already slammed the door shut, making her way downstairs. Yes, she lived in the manor, but that was because she had no where else to go, and Penguin needed Victor close just in case.

Stepping onto the lower floor, her bare feet touched the sleek, wooden tile, her long, loosefitting periwinkle colored dress cascading down to her ankles like a waterfall, the back trailing along the ground behind her. Penguin had offered her many... extravagant dresses, but she didn’t feel right taking the expensive clothing. She much preferred the simple, modest designs of the one she was currently wearing anyways.

Stopping in front of a large doorway, she reached out to trace her fingertips down the wooden doors, knowing who would be on the other side. Suddenly, nerves shot through her, and she wondered if it was too late to turn back.

(Y/N) hadn’t really ever spoken to Penguin, only brief greetings and when she accompanied Victor when Penguin had a job. He was... less intimidating than she thought he’d be, to be perfectly frank... with his adorable awkward rambling, his intriguing uncomfortable glances, and the ability to make her undeniably flustered with his generous unnecessary gestures.

No. She needed to tell him that he needed to reconsider sending Victor out. He’d been gone every night this week, and she was sick of it. Find someone else to kill your grudges. Steeling herself, (Y/N) placed the palm of her hands against the door, giving a large push. Without so much as a creak, the doors opened, revealing a large, long room. In the room was a very long table, only leaving room for a comfortable sitting area near the fireplace, which was almost always on. It’s heat filled the room now, and illuminated the man in front of it. Oswald Cobblepot, or, as she called him, Penguin.

“Penguin.” (Y/N) spoke up, making her presence known. She made her way towards him, lifting her chin in defiance.

The short man whirled to face her, mouth dropping open when he realized who she was. Oswald quickly shut his mouth, holding a glass of red wine in his left hand. Plastering on a smile, he addressed her.

“Miss Zsasz! So good to see you. What brings you down to see me?” The man asked, taking a step towards her as she finally stopped a couple of feet away.

“My brother. I’d like him to stay tonight. You’ve taken him away all week, and I’m tired of it.” (Y/N) demanded, lifting a brow. Oswald gave a short chuckle, setting his drink down with a soft ‘clink’ before folding his hands together in front of him.

“It’s endearing how much you care for him.” He murmured, and (Y/N) shot him a questioning look. See? He was a weird little man, complimenting her at this moment. (Y/N) felt her cheeks grow a tad warmer, and turned away as Oswald cleared his throat nervously.

“If you think so, then let him stay with me. Get your man tomorrow.” She urged, looking back at him with pleading eyes. If he didn’t agree now, she wouldn’t see Victor for another month, since he was going to hang with the girls for ‘business reasons’. This would be their last day they get together, and she would do anything to get Penguin to say yes.

“Miss Zsasz... I can’t do that. I’m so sorry, but this is an important-” He started, looking genuinely apologetic, to her surprise.

“Yes, yes, I know, important guy, must be done right. But Mr. Penguin, please. You must have some other hit man?” (Y/N) pestered, biting down on her lower lip.

The man was silent for a moment, surveying her face carefully, before taking in a shaky breath. “Please, Miss Zsasz, how many times have I told you to call me Oswald?” He questioned, deflecting her question.

“I don’t know. How many times have I told you to call me (Y/N)?” She shot back, furrowing her eyebrows. Penguin stammered, blinking rapidly.

“Very well. (Y/N)...” he tested, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice the way it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, the way she felt herself tingle at how her name sounded coming from him. Cursing herself for those thoughts, she blinked to clear her mind.

“Oswald.” She replied with his own name, and hated how it felt so nice to call him that. It felt much more natural than ‘Mr. Penguin’, though she would never admit it. The girl saw his gaze flicker up to meet hers, and down again, sucking in a deep breath.

Finally, Oswald began to make his way towards her, closing the distance they had between them. (Y/N)’s eyes were drawn to the noticeable limp he had, and felt a pang of sympathy and adoration respect for the man. He was actually shorter than her, her being 5’7 and him around 5’5. Her gaze flickered back up to his face as he stopped before her.

“Fine. I will let Victor stay tonight. For you, (Y/N).” He mumbled, and she felt a surge of relief flood through her, along with something else she couldn’t quite place.

“Thank you.” The girl breathed, and met his blue gaze. Time seemed to slow, just slightly as she found herself searching his expression. Jeez, he was so infatuating strange.

“Of course.” Oswald replied hoarsely, before turning away, breaking the trance. Before she even knew what she was saying or doing, she reached out to grab his wrist, causing him to freeze.

“Wait.” She whispered, and (Y/N) saw the man visibly gulp. Cute Odd.

What was she thinking? Wait? Really? Why did she need him to wait? It was like her body acted on its own, not having time to consult with her mind. She got what she wanted, so then why hadn’t she already left? She decided to apologize, and looked down at him, blinking when she realized his face was only inches away from hers. This fact caused her mind to go blank, and she internally panicked. This wasn’t supposed to happen! What was going on?!

“Kiss me.” (Y/N) murmured quickly, causing her mind to go whirling. WhAt?! Whatwhatehatwhatehehehfhhjejcjwhaaaaa?! She did not just say that. Please let this be a dream. Please, please, please....

All was silent for a minute, before Oswald let out a flustered chuckle. Instantly, (Y/N) felt hurt course through her, without even knowing why herself. Ouch.

“You...want me to what?” The man asked, and she shook her head quickly, stepping away.

“Never mind. Forget I said that. I- thank you for-” but (Y/N) was cut off as lips smothered her words, pressing against hers for just a moment before pulling away.

(Y/N) looked down at Oswald, gaping. Did he just...?

His pale cheeks were tinted pink, and she felt her own face grow red.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought that’s what you wanted...but I realize now that you didn’t- I shouldn’t have- my apologies, Miss Zsasz, forgive me. I don’t know what came over-”

The silly rambler. She should give him a taste of his own medicine. Surging forwards, she placed a hand against his cheek, leaning down to press her lips against his. It lasted longer than the previous one, full of unsaid emotions. Once she pulled away, Oswald began to search her expression, surprised beyond belief.

“Oooookay. Well, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” The duo turned simultaneously to face the new voice, and saw Victor retreating from the room, waving a hand over his shoulder.

A minute of silence passed before the situation dragged a giggle from (Y/N)’s mouth, and Oswald turned to face her, his own smile tugging at his lips.

“I believe... we have much to discuss.” (Y/N) murmured softly, and the man took her hand in his own.

“Then we better get right to it, my dear.”

#gotham #gotham series #oswald+x+reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #oswald+cobblepot+x+reader #gotham oswald #oswald cobblepot #oswald x reader #oswald imagine #gotham x reader #imagine #etherealfangirl

[malereader-inserts]

What a Man Gotta Do?

Fandom: Gotham Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Male!Reader Summary: He never question your loyalty, but the curiosity still stands Word Count: 1,052 Request: Could I please have the love/romance prompts 18 and 23 with Oswald Cobblepot? Please make it directed towards him, like the reader is devoted towards him. Oswald deserves people who love and don't betray him.  Prompts: “I have never loved myself, but you? Oh God, I love you so much I forget what hating myself feels like.” “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter how short or long that is.”

Oswald doesn’t have many people in his life, most usually go away due to his temper and other undesirable traits of his, but there was one particular man. Loyal to Oswald through and through, perhaps even blackmailed into staying and yet, Oswald has never questioned his loyalty.

See, he was known throughout the crime world for his criminal activity, how he’s just as fearsome as Victor Zsasz. Oswald had never questioned where you had stood or what you wanted. Oswald found himself defending you when people were to question you or your motives. He found himself loving someone that wasn’t about him or Edward.

Perhaps it was your gleaming glare at people but your eyes softening when your eyes land on him. Perhaps, Oswald found your sarcasm endearing, your venomous threats comforting and your sweet compliments as reassurance. He doesn’t know, but along the way he just found himself adoring you. 

It could be the fact that you would never doubt him, you have complete faith in him and stay by his side even if he fucks up. But, whatever the reason was, you were loyal to him therefore he should be loyal back to you - it wasn’t much of an ask. So, you don’t question much of Oswald’s logic when he goes easy on you, never loses his temper much around you and has a lot of patience.

Thus, you weren’t afraid to slack around because Oswald knows you would make up for it later down the week. 

As you lounge around the Iceberg lounge, Oswald limps to your resting state. He gently knocks your leg with his cane, stirring you awake. Oswald tries not to let his heart melt when you slowly open your eyes, confused about where you were before sitting up straight when you see him.

“Having a nap?” Oswald asked, harmless sarcasm biting towards you, your lips turned upwards in a soft smile.

“What do you mean?” You asked with a sleepy tone, “I was wide awake.”

That’s why Oswald liked you so much, you treated him like he's just a friend. You weren’t strictly afraid of him, sure you knew he had power and he technically can tell you whatever he wants you to do but still, you had loyalty to him and acted none the wiser. You treated him with shit and respect, you made fun of him but never crossed the line. You were a friend as much as you were his worker.

“So, what’s up?” You asked, stretching your back as you pat the empty side, allowing Oswald to sit next to you, “You look like you have a lot on your mind, boss.”

“Why do you stay by my side?” Oswald asked, you rubbed your eyes as you looked at him, eyebrows furrowed with big questioning eyes.

“What do you mean?” You asked, with scrunched up nose and knitted eyebrows with obvious judgement in your eyes, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Oswald looked at you, this time with the questioning eyes and furrowed eyebrows, “What is obvious?”

“That you’ve caught my heart once, maybe, twice - but, I’m yours. I'd move the earth or lose a fight just to see you smile because you got no flaws,” You chuckled, yawning, “I have never loved myself, but you? Oh God, I love you so much I forget what hating myself feels like.”

Oswald looked at you shocked, with your confession, you yawn again, “How much sleep have you gotten?”

“Hmh?” You leaned your head on his shoulder, “God knows, Os, probably three this week?”

“Then, your confession is invalid,” Oswald concluded, he wants your words to be true but he wasn’t ready to give his heart to you - as much he desires to know what it feels to have your hands wrapped around him and how your lips taste against his when you kiss him, “Your words don’t mean anything and refuse to believe you hate yourself.”

“Of course I do,” You scoffed, “Come on, Os, the real reason I’m in this shitty criminal business is that I don’t have the guts to kill myself. The more I’m in danger, the less likely I feel bad about dying.”

“Oh,” Oswald lets out softly, utterly devastated, however not realising you weren’t finished talking.

“But still, after being your loyal guy, I found a comfortable life to live and a reason to feel shit if I die.”

“You’re tired, (Y/n), your words are invalid.”

“Ah, no,” You pointed to him, adjusting your head to look up at him as Oswald softly smiles to look down at you, “So, Oswald, what a man gotta do?”

“I’m confused?” Oswald asked, loving your sleepy state.

“To be locked up by you?” You started to giggle at your stupid joke, “No, for real, Oswald Cobblepot...”

You sat up abruptly and turning to look at him, Oswald looks at you with confusion as you blink your sleepiness away. There was full seriousness, no dishonesty in them and Oswald fully trusting your next words.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter how short or long that is.”

“And I would always want you by my side, (Y/n),” Oswald says with honesty, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder, he stroke it lovingly and his heart-melting when you hum, “Go to sleep for a bit, then we can properly talk about it.”

“You’d stay by my side?” You asked as you shut your eyes, relaxing in his arms.

“Of course,” Oswald says sincerely with a smile that was very genuine, “What a man gotta do to be your last "Goodnight" and your first "Good day", (Y/n)?”

“Not much, Os,” You softly hum, burying yourself closer, “Just keep being you, you’re perfect enough.”

Oswald was about to respond but he then hears a soft snore escape from you. Oswald chuckles softly to himself, careful not to wake you up as he readjusts himself. Leaning back and shutting his eyes, it won’t hurt for him to rest next to you. 

He’s safe next to you, a person he never thought he could love nor would love him back. But, he’s happy and he’s not complaining. But you and he will endure a long-overdue talk when you both wake up. 

Still, he won’t mind since it’s you.

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[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Fandom One-Shots and Imagines

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iAsehi

by leztrangem

Hello, everyone! This is my first work ever to be posted on here. This is a collection of one-shots from many different fandoms reposted from my Wattpad. All of these are pretty much SFW. That's because Wattpad is so strict about what type of content can be posted. This is honestly just a way for me to get used to posting on here because I'm fairly new. Fair warning, a lot of these were written when I was in like...middle school.

More tags and characters will be added to tags soon!

Words: 1012, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Beetlejuice - All Media Types, Beetlejuice (1988), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Homestuck, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Twilight (Movies), Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Blood Drive (TV), Riverdale (TV 2017), Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (TV 2018), A Nightmare on Elm Street - All Media Types, A Nightmare on Elm Street (Movies 1984-1994), Addams Family - All Media Types, The Addams Family (Movies), The SpongeBob Musical - Various/Anthony & Coulton/Jarrow, Hamilton - Miranda, Hamilton - Miranda (Broadway Cast) RPF, World Wrestling Entertainment, Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling, Supernatural, Gotham (TV), DCU (Comics), DC Extended Universe, Joker (2019), DCU, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020), Shameless (US), Rocky Horror Picture Show, X-Men (Movieverse)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Characters: Joker (Joker 2019), Joker (DCU), Arthur Fleck, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Pennywise (IT), Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Lip Gallagher, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Lin-Manuel Miranda, James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Peter Quill, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Yondu Udonta, T'Challa (Marvel), Reader, Mark Cohen, Roman Sionis, Harleen Quinzel, Armitage Hux

Relationships: Pennywise (IT)/Reader, Joker (DCU)/Reader, Arthur Fleck/You, Kylo Ren/Reader, Oswald Cobblepot/Reader, Edward Nygma/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Freddy Krueger/Reader, Jason Voorhees/You, Freddy Krueger/Jason Voorhees/Reader, Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Reader, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black/Reader, Roman Reigns/Reader, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black/Reader, Lip Gallagher/Reader, Harry Potter/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Lucius Malfoy/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Neville Longbottom/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Billy Loomis/Reader, Billy Loomis/Stu Macher, Peter Quill/Reader, Yondu Udonta/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Depression, Bullying, Demons, Demonic Possession, Crying, Kissing, First Kiss, First Meetings, First Dates, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Hide and Seek, Games, Chess, Loki (Marvel) Needs a Hug, Arrogance, Mates, Vampire Bites, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Bisexuality, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Female Character, Bisexual Character, Heterosexuality, Witchcraft, Movie Night, Balloons, Harleen Quinzel's Hyenas, Roommates, Harleen Quinzel Needs a Hug, Riots, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lightsabers, Fights, Horror, Comedy, Lesbian Character, Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive, Mutants, Mutant Reader, Mutant Powers, Drinking, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape Has a Heart, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Hogwarts Inter-House Friendships, Why Did I Write This?, Spoilers, Spooky, Romance, Awkwardness

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

[thejokersenigma]

Don’t Start Caring - Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

This was a request - first one I’ve done in a while so I’m a bit rusty, but hey its something for me to do!

‘Hey! Would you do a fic where you’re Oswald cobblepot’s ex and are now dating Jervis Tetch and like Oswald sees you two together at a party or smthg and gets super jealous. Angsty if possible. Thank you!”

Thank you to @okkenobi for the request!

You pulled your thin cardigan tighter around your shoulders where you sat at the bar, attempting to hold in the warmth you could. You’d never really gotten used to this place and the icy temperature needed to maintain the giant ice sculpture that you knew loomed over you from the centre of the bar.

Your palm was going numb from where you clung to your drink, but your mind was too occupied elsewhere to pull your hand away.

You should have said you wouldn’t come. 

You should have told him to go out without you. 

It was just a business trip after all despite the surroundings and if Tetch hadn’t offered - and then further insisted -  that you should join, you would never have even considered it.

A part of you couldn’t help but wonder if this visit was more than just a deal Tetch felt he was now in a good position to make with the infamous Penguin, that perhaps it was Tetch’s ability to one up the crime lord as well. Like you were a trophy to laud over people.

You screwed your eyes up at the thought. You didn’t need a man like that again. This had to be different.

Not that Oswald should care. Would care.

Or should you, you reminded yourself. Cobblepot deserved none of the space he took up in your mind right now, you thought, scowling into your drinking, your hands tightening on the cool glass.

“You seem a bit tense, my dear.” A smooth voice pointed out from behind you, echoed by the uneven tap of a stick upon the floor. You felt your shoulders tense but you kept your head down.

“I would advise against destroying that glass - terribly expensive crystal and we wouldn’t want your lovely hands shredded, would we?” You could feel his presence lingering behind you as he hobbled the last few feet towards you in his uneven gait. You turned now, your position upon the bar stool ensuring you sat an inch or so taller than him.

“Is no one allowed to drink in peace at this joint, Mr Cobblepot?” You addressed him in a sickly sweet tone.

He crooked an eyebrow at this blatant facade and you took him in, the usual sharp suit and waistcoat, the slick black hair falling across his face, the constantly calculating look in his eye. Meanwhile, Oswald was also evaluating you, his eyes glancing at you, up and down, lingering where your shoulders were tensed against the cold. “Interesting outfit choice for this particular ‘joint’.” He observed, his eyes dropping lower to where your legs sat relatively exposed - your dress, thanks to how you were sat, falling to mid thigh and the rest of you legs only encased in a thin, transparent tight.

“I don’t plan on staying too long.” You muttered, eyes dancing briefly around the room for sign of a returning Tetch.

“He’s still in my office.” Oswald answered your look, “It is your new man you are looking for, is it not?” He asked at your confused frown.

“Since when do you leave important business to wait?” You grumbled, turning back to your drink.

“Since a beauty appeared on my floor.” You snorted, rolling your eyes at this. “And since he believes I am obtaining some rather important paperwork.”

“Well, you’d best go do that then.” You stated, taking a drink, keeping your gaze straight ahead.

“And leave you alone again, my dear?”

“Oh, dear sir,” You chuckled, though the mirth didn’t meet your eyes or yourvoice, “don’t you dare start trying to care about me now.” You took a sip and was almost surprised when Oswald made no slick comeback, even more surprised when you heard him quietly bid you a pleasant evening.

You kept yourself staring at the bar whilst his footsteps retreated, glancing only over your shoulder once you were sure he was gone. You let out a sigh of relief to see him nowhere in sight, then quickly swatted away the tear that slipped to your cheek. 

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Tetch appeared at your side after two drinks and after you had felt like you had shivered away all of the excess insulation your body carried.

“My love…” At the words you were about to turn and rant at Oswald again but your expression immediately altered when you saw the familiar curls and smiling face. Tetch didn’t seem to notice and change and you quickly offered him a friendly smile and peck on the cheek.

Jarvis offered his hand and helped you off the stool. “All done, my flower. My apologies for the wait, Penguin still holds a certain amount of power.” I nodded numbly, not really caring about the politics and just wanting to be out of here. Tetch glanced around the room, searchingly. “Did you wish to stay for any more entertainment, my sweet.”

“I’d actually rather go in search of some heat.” You smiled weakly and he laughed joyously at your attempt to rhyme with him. He nodded and pulled you along by the hand behind him. You hoped his hands might be warmer than yours but his fingers offered no such comfort.

You were nearly out of the door when Tetch pulled you off course. At your hesitation he glanced back, “One must always thank the host.” He explained, placing a peck on your nose before pulling you forward again.

You noticed now what the target was, Penguin chatting with a small group of rather wealthy looking citizens to one side of the room. You swallowed and bit back a wave of emotion mixed with nausea trying to pull back enough confidence to be able to hold your head high.

Had the heartbreak changed you? Perhaps. You weren’t nearly as open with Tetch as you had been with Penguin but look where you had ended up - Tetch cared about you. That was what mattered. All that had mattered. You were good.

You thought you had been scarily good. Over it far too soon. Now, looking at Oswald as he glanced up from his conversation, noticing Tetch and you, you were worried you weren’t quite as strong as you’d thought you were.

“Sorry to intrude, ladies and gentleman,” Tetch apologised with a small bow towards the group, “We only come to beg goodnight to the host-man.” 

Penguin nodded, murmuring a small apology to the group and they nodded too, turning away. Oswald eyes shifted to Tetch and you, his gaze flickering to yours only momentarily before returning to Tetch. The two men chatted small talk tensely for a moment before, “May I have a quick word with the lady, Mr Tetch.” Your head snapped up from where your gaze had fallen to your feet. 

Tetch shot you a questioning look at this and you shrugged nonchalantly. This seemed to be enough for Tetch who agreed, though seemed reluctant in releasing your hand. “I shall be outside.” He promised you, stepping back a few steps and you nodded back with a grateful smile.

When you turned back to Oswald, you noticed his eyes were watching Jarvis out the door. When he felt your eyes on him, his gaze moved to you. Your smile was gone now though, a glare in place instead. “Look I don’t know what you want - “ You began but was cut off quickly when Cobblepot raised his hand.

“My dear, I say this only for you. He pleaded and he almost seemed sincere. “Tetch is -”

You screwed your eyes shut, turning your head away. “Don’t.” You growled through clenched teeth. “Just… Don’t.”

“My-”

“No!” You shouted, rounding on him. “Not yours! Stop it!” You practically screamed in frustation, forgetting the very public club you were in.

“I know, I -” Oswald tried to soothe you, reaching a hand out.

You retreated away from his hand, “Don’t you dare tell me it is just because you care!” You cried, hot tears burning at your eyes. “You are the only one who has hurt me here - not Tetch, not anyone else!” You growled, your vision blurring, “And you know what hurt me the most was that all those times I cried because of you! Got hurt because of you! And yet I still came back!” You exclaimed, “But then you said goodbye! Not me!”

Oswald didn’t seem to be able to say anything to this, his hand still partially risen in an attempt to take yours.

“You know what?” You offered, sniffing and wiping at your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm and freshen yourself. “I’m not going to hide from you though, I’m going to keep living! If you don’t want to see me with Tetch - with someone else - I suggest you don’t leave this precious club of yours because, trust me, I am not coming back here, but I will keep living. I will keep dancing! I will keep going out! If you want to believe you can stop me, believe it. But you won’t.” You stated firmly. “Now,” You sniffed. “I suggest you walk away and leave me alone, from what I remember you were pretty good at that.”

You turned on your heel then, heading for the door, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you and you glared over your shoulder at the Penguin.

“Tell me one thing.” Oswald insisted and you almost thought you could see pain in his eyes.

“What?” You snarled.

“Why are you crying?”

You tossed your head upwards in disbelief, letting out a sigh of frustration, pain and exasperation at yourself and him.

“I’m crying…, because I love you.” You confessed, then wrenched your shoulder from his grip and strode out of the club door. 

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