For the Gobblepot Mini Fest, for a word of my own choosing. I chose 'sunrise'. You can also find this ficlet here. @broken-lycan
Even though it was very last minute, I wrote something for every challenge prompt, and so I am proud to call out "Bingo"!
My fics turned into a little series with a happy ending, which you can find here.
Thank you for the fun event, @gobblepotgazette ❤️
Will You Stay?
It's rare for Oswald to enjoy the sunrise. He's not an early riser, and if he has to get up matutinally, his mind immediately drifts to work, problems, schemes.
Today, he wakes to pleasant warmth at his back and the sound of songbirds, just as a rare golden ray breaks through the usual Gotham haze.
It's ridiculously peaceful. It is perfect.
“Morning,” murmurs Jim behind him, voice gruff with sleep. His lips graze Oswald’s ear, making him squirm.
“Will you stay?”
They both have work, naturally. But that's not what Oswald means, as they both know.
“... I'm not going anywhere.”
This is quite an achievement! Thank you for taking part! <3












