✨GOBBLEPOT✨

This one’s for my 3 mutuals and whoever else remembers him XD

I need some money to attend a one-month art course for my aptitude test, so I wanted to repost this here!

Thank you 💜

It's time to wrap up the Gobblepot Mini Fest. Thank you all so much for taking part in it! We've thoroughly enjoyed all of your creations! 💜💙

Here's the list of all the submissions the event received:

“This is going to cost you, Jim” by @lalaurelia

Oswald likes sweets by @lalaurelia

“I’m sorry,” Jim says by @lalaurelia

У Джима был длинный, чтоб его by @olengoluboy

Gotham was a weird place. by @lexiecon-overlord

Could that beeping shut up? by @lexiecon-overlord

Mistletoe by @broken-lycan

"Thank you, for everything" by @broken-lycan

“Alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.” by @broken-lycan

“You owe me, Jim.” by @postmortemboobjob

"I dont think I can kiss you Oswald" by @oswaldchesterfield

Harvey had convinced Jim, to stop for an ice cream. by @oswaldchesterfield

Kiss by @jimwaldcobb (fanart)

Car ride by @birdwatching-goesbothways

Suit and Tie by @phantomzone4inspiration (fanfic and collage)

Anything You Offer Me by @redrose-alice

To Pull You In Or Strangle You by @redrose-alice

Never Like This by @redrose-alice

Your Words, Your Smile by @redrose-alice

On Good Days, You See Me by @redrose-alice

Gentle, Almost Reverent by @redrose-alice

Don't Turn Away From Me Again by @redrose-alice

Make The World Make Sense Again by @redrose-alice

it is probably gotham's most unbelievable aspect. mind you, they had resurrection. and still.

You can also find this ficlet here.

Never Like This

They've shared car rides before, but never like this.

Oswald is all too aware of the warmth of Jim's body next to his, despite his car's spacious interior. He almost chuckles, thinking that he's just as nervous as when he rode in the trunk of Jim's police car, long ago.

This time however, he's nervous for a wholly different reason. He still can't wrap his head around the fact that Jim agreed to this.

In the rearview mirror, he catches Victor's amused gaze.

“Shut up.”

@gobblepotgazette @broken-lycan

On Good Days, You See Me

On good days - when Oswald feels powerful and confident -, he knows he has a talent for flirting.

His peacock attire and slim, smallish build may not be everyone's type, but he does have some winsome qualities, and he knows how to use them. Attractiveness is mostly about presentation. Clothes that flatter him, a dash of makeup, a wink he'd never admit to having practiced in front of the mirror.

Today is a good day. And yet he feels shaky, talking to Jim. He masks it well, but it annoys him.

@gobblepotgazette @broken-lycan

Don't Turn Away From Me Again

“I can show you the files,” Oswald blurts out, before Jim can turn away again. He's turned away from him so many, many times over the years.

“They're… at my mansion.”

He wishes he could take the words back. He should've bitten his tongue off instead of uttering them.

‘Do something,’ he urges himself, ‘say something. Explain.’

His treacherous mouth doesn't obey.

Impossibly, Jim grins.

“Is that the only reason why you're inviting me into your home?”

Oswald feels the old instinct to deflect, get mean. He exhales instead, heart racing.

@gobblepotgazette @broken-lycan

Make The World Make Sense Again

Dinner is a quiet, slightly awkward affair.

Olga had expected a guest, but clearly not Jim Gordon.

Victor, despite being off duty, stands like a sentinel next to the serving cart by the wall, staring and snacking on their desserts until Olga smacks his hand and drags him into the kitchen. He throws Jim a pointed look while being led away.

Both men forget about it as their conversation picks up, as they sit closer together. As their breaths catch, leaning in.

“May I?,” Jim murmurs. Oswald nods.

@gobblepotgazette @broken-lycan

Gentle, Almost Reverent

Oswald remembers the first time he'd ever been in handcuffs. Also, the first time he'd been cuffed around Jim.

And, shamefully, he recalls that he'd wished Jim would tie him up in a wholly different context.

He's almost disappointed Jim left all of his police gear back at the precinct. Another part of him is relieved. He'd do nearly anything for Jim, to make him happy, to make him stay.

But he's so, so nervous.

Jim's hands are gentle, almost reverent. Huffily, Oswald mentions it.

“Well, I've a lot to make up for.” Another loving touch.

@gobblepotgazette

This is for the Gobblepot Mini Fest. I'm writing more entries for it right now. Last minute, of course, as always with me.

I've also posted this ficlet here.

Anything You Offer Me

There are many sweets Oswald likes, even craves, on occasion. Ice cream isn't one of them. Too messy, too sticky, too inelegant.

Apparently, Jim's tastes are different. Oswald finds himself staring as Jim waits for his order in front of the run-down truck's window. When Jim turns and sees him, Oswald curses internally. Should've kept walking.

A moment of silence.

"You want one too?," Jim asks.

"Yes," Oswald replies, unthinking.

He steps up to his old friend, eyes the flavor selection.

“You can try mine first, see if you-...” Jim trails off, clears his throat.

@gobblepotgazette

This is for the Gobblepot Mini Fest. I'm writing more entries for it right now. Last minute, of course, as always with me.

I've also posted this ficlet here.

Anything You Offer Me

There are many sweets Oswald likes, even craves, on occasion. Ice cream isn't one of them. Too messy, too sticky, too inelegant.

Apparently, Jim's tastes are different. Oswald finds himself staring as Jim waits for his order in front of the run-down truck's window. When Jim turns and sees him, Oswald curses internally. Should've kept walking.

A moment of silence.

"You want one too?," Jim asks.

"Yes," Oswald replies, unthinking.

He steps up to his old friend, eyes the flavor selection.

“You can try mine first, see if you-...” Jim trails off, clears his throat.

There was much left unsaid, as always, when Oswald gazed up into blue eyes. He saw the nerves and tiny, hidden spark of fear within. He moved into Jim's space, fingers sliding up the cheap material of that lapel. He felt more than heard his old friend's breath catch, but he made no move to pull away as Oswald's deft fingers rectified the mess that was Jim's tie, squaring it against the quick thump of the man's pulse.

Oswald awoke already brimming with annoyance. He tried burrowing into the pillow, but his shoulder twinged, finally snapping his eyes open.

Oh. It was a hospital.

A hospital?

That explained the scratchy pillow. It didn’t explain Jim Gordon slumped nearby in a plastic chair.

He thought he would bleed out in that alley. Alone, no phone, shot three times and disposed like some nameless underling.

Face warming, the beeps crescendoed, alerting the brilliant detective. Worry melted to a tiny smile, and a gentle squeeze told Oswald that Jim held his hand all night long.

"Alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems."

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Jim Gordon Additional Tags: Kissing, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, (very mild but I'd rather warn for it), Drabble, Bisexual Jim Gordon Wordcount: 100 words

the starter is from a prompt list by @/twopercenta but either they deactivated or renamed so I can't credit them by linking the post :(

another (and most likely the last) creation for @gobblepotgazette's event! I had such a blast writing these drabbles! its such a fun thing to do between working on my longer fics.