#gobblepot x reader

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

Two Rain-Drenched Detectives in a Gangster's Cherry Blossom Filled Mansion 🌸⛈

Pairing: Gobblepot (=Jim Gordon x Oswald Cobblepot) x reader fluff, polyamorous attraction (everyone's attracted to everyone)

Plot: When you and your partner — slash crush — Jim Gordon find no leads on your current case regarding the so-called "Spring Sword", you turn to crime boss - slash your other crush - Oswald Cobblepot, who invites you to come to his mansion.

Jim only plans on being there for a short time but he underestimated the incoming storm.

Reader: gender-neutral cop (no pronouns)

Warnings: one light-hearted suggestive joke (referenced once quickly after it's made)

Author's note: This is a part of GobblepotSpring organized by @gobblepotgazette (link to the challenges & inspiration)

and my first time participating in a challenge 🤗🌸🌷

Here are the bingo prompt words I used: storm, spring fever (the positive one) & cherry blossoms

Gobblepot writers contribute hugely to me still having hope in Jim as a love-interest, so this one's for you 😚🤗

Word Count: 1534

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You were about to exit the building Jim and you had just searched when you heard the evening sky rumble above you. Overall the weather discouraged you from going outside.

Jim took a step back from the door, "Goddamn it, why does spring in Gotham have to be so...wet?"  The detective made a face.

You laughed. "Harvey's not here, so I'll say it for him: you should have—"

"—should've listened to him and the weather report, I know." He sighed, "I really thought we'd find some kinda evidence here. Before the rain." He looked from the building to the dark sky, then back to you with a contrite expression. "You can go home if you want to. I'll have to find something else either way."

You sighed too, "Where do you wanna go next?"

Jim lightened up, "You're coming with me?"

"I can't let you wander around alone with an impending storm, now can I?" You grinned.

"Yeah? Wanna watch my clothes get soaked, huh?"

"M-maybe, who knows?"

Your face grew warm. He was distractingly handsome enough in full outfits.

They were simple, mostly blue or black, occassionally brown but never something daring, unlike—

Oswald Cobblepot's. The powerful criminal Jim and you had visited more than a dozen times by now. He always wore a tie with some intricate detail or tie pin, maybe a brooch. Not to forget his hairstyle: the black spiked-up hair resembled a crown on the kingpin's head...at least you thought so. What does Jim think about his style? you wondered, Does he find him as attractive as I do?Could he ever find me attractive? Could both of them?

Jim brought you back to the situation at hand by...taking off his clothes?

He caught you looking and bunched up the fabric, grinning.

You followed his head nodding to the window, grateful for the distraction.

"If I leave this on, it'll get soaked by the time we've reached our car."

"Hm, you're right."

You decided to take off a layer too, eyeing Jim and catching him looking.

The flustered detective explained himself, "It's just that I thought you'd put on your raincoat." He scratched his neck and looked away.

"I thought that too," you said, "but then a friend of mine forgot to bring his own and now I'll offer mine as a shared umbrella."

Oswald would have an umbrella right now, you thought.

"A friend of yours?" Jim said in mock curiosity.

"Very handsome fella," you mustered up the courage to say, "he was gonna walk out shirtless," Jim and and you were chuckling together with smiles on both your faces. "He might've walked right into the arms of one of Gotham's notoriously prevalent criminals."

Jim laughed and responded with a smirk, "What a nice job you're doing looking out for the citizing of Gotham, officer." Jim saluted you and opened his phone again, "Speaking of running into criminals' arms though, I think we might need Penguin's help for this case." Running into his arms, that got you picturing the scenario: you quickly entering whatever place you were meeting him in and stumbling into the criminal, him catching you and letting his arms steady you for a little longer than necessary. Maybe Jim would say something, perhaps even make a flirty comment like he'd-Jim looked back up to you and you quickly looked to the ground.

He took in your flustered state. Damnit, he hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable with the flirting!

"Hey, did I go too far with what I said?"

Oh. "No! No no, everything's fine, uhm, I just..." fantasized about you and a dangerous gangster. "You got me good with that last one", you said instead, and added, "Don't worry, I liked it", followed by a wink.

Jim's face relaxed and a small proud giddy smile crossed his face. "What was that one again?"

You shot him a playful look. "Something with you shirtless, I believe."

He looked away to your side, his cheeks a little more colorful than before. You could be so distracting.

"Who's flustered now?"

He chuckled and looked you in the eyes again, not finding a word to say. A few seconds passed until you both shook out of it and Jim found it in him to say, "I'll ask him whether we can come over now, is that alright?"

"Let's do that."

You watched him press call and hold the beeping phone to his ear. Today was one of his better days: he'd joked around more and smiled despite the stress. Even the prospect of getting soaked by the rain didn't really bother him.

A hopeful thought whispered that it was because you'd spent a lot of time together.

"Jim, old friend! What can I do for you?" You perked your ears.

Jim put the crime boss on speaker. "We need help on a case. Does the term 'Spring Sword' seem familiar? We've come up empty looking for evidence and if we don't find him soon, more could die."

"Spring Sword? Mhm. What else do you have?"

The detective scratched his neck. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that over the phone." Jim knew that part would come and he almost smiled when Oswald said, "Would you like to come to my place?"

Jim's gaze went to you for a second to check whether you were still in. "When can we come over?"

Oswald told himself to stay polite. He was at home and while the idea of Jim visiting him with you was fabulous, he disliked the idea of detective Bullock snooping around there.

"Who is 'we'?" he inquired, hoping that his tone didn't let on what he was thinking.

Jim quickly assured him that it was merely you and him and just like that, Oswald was asking whether you'd had dinner yet. "I could have the cook prepare something for my hard-working detectives." He cleared his throat, unsure all of a sudden without any feedback from Jim, visual or audible.

"No, we haven't but we'll have to leave quickly anyway so we don't get caught up in the storm."

Oswald laughed at Jim's hope, "Apologize my assuming but you calling me this late when the weather's forecasted to change in..twenty minutes to half an hour is almost like arranging a sleepover."

You snickered and Jim mouthed a defensive 'Hey!".

"Even I'm at home, Jim. It wouldn't make you lazy if you went home early for once."

"Tsk, what 'early'?" you piped up. "We're already working overtime."

"Y/n! It's good to hear you! Are you coming over as well?"

He kind of sounded like a friend happily planning a sleepover.

"Yes, I am. If we can get more information during the storm, we might get ahead of the Spring Sword."

"I see. Well, I have nothing against two guests, even if I may end up housing you for the night."

You smiled and let Jim speak again, "We'll take the chance".

"Awesome, I'll have a meal prepared for-"

"-we're not staying overnight", Jim responded assertively.

"O-okay, just something small then."

"No, really," Jim assured him, checking whether you were uncomfortable at the prospect of dining with a mob boss, "we'll be in and out of your manor like..." He scrunched up his face, "Like..." He caught your amused reaction and blushed. "Like the police."

You burst into laughter and listened to Oswald's chuckle while enjoying Jim's cute mortified look. "So, uhm, see ya", he managed to say, then ended the call and "fixed" his hair, hiding his face from you.

"Got a little too much into the flirting, huh, detective?"

Jim pressed his lips into a comically fine line and held out his hands bashfully, "Hey, it can happen. Was pretty fun though."

"Yeah," you agreed, glad to know that you hadn't made him give up on flirting. You quickly opened the door again to keep him from seeing your grin and schooled your expression into a more mild one.

You held up your raincoat for him to get under it. "So you won't show up completely soaked."

And because he didn't budge, still being embarrassed, you figured you'd lighten the mood by adding, "although getting a bit of soaked is okay, 'moving in and out' and all." You made sure to say it in a flirty, non-judgmental tone, and it worked: his frown was replaced by a smile and then laughter.

You gave him a pad on the shoulder. "Don't worry about upsetting him. If he'd been offended, he would've said something."

"Yeah, I guess."

That hadn't really been it, Jim was more concerned about getting too comfortable with a criminal and dragging you of all people into it. Whatever, he figured, I'm in a good mood, maybe I should really relax for once.

You stepped outside and ran to the car as fast as possible with two people under one coat. The rain had gotten stronger, now  accompanied by the occasional flash of lightning, meanwhile the air had cooled only slightly, still carrying that spring warmth uplifting your moods.

You leaned back in the seat and swiped some rain from your head, looking forward to being in Oswald's warm house.

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Author's note: This will be continued of course and have some more of the prompts in it! 🤗 Let me tell you, I wrote so much of this on the last day to still make it on time 🤭😂. The flirting took a lot of space but I love flirty and happy Jim! What do you think? 😄🥰

->chapter 2

[nevereverthem]

Gotham :

I had 6 ideas for fanfictions.

I wrote and published one.

Now, 3 more ideas popped in my mind.

PLEASE!! 🙃 That leaves me with :

3 Jerome Valeska x Reader

1 Edward Nygma x Reader

2 Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

1 Gobblepot

1 Nygmobblepot

Help.

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

Yes! I already read Gobblepot to cope with his canon love stories 😂 (you know, seeing him mess things up in an okay way instead of kill his crush's partner) 😭

I just found....

I was going through my drafts and found a Jim Gordon (Gotham tv series) x reader, and I don't remember where I was going with it. But it was actually pretty good (in my opinion).

After reading it, I was like

I'm thinking I am going to finish writing that x reader and post it. What do you guys think?

[blackswan7x]

realistic Oswald x Female Reader where y/n is entirely in love with him and an unapologetically whipped for him. And Oswald is like “does...does she not realize I’m gay?” but then decides to exploit her love for his own gain by making her do more and more of his dirty work. all while leading her in on with the bare minimum. like just lightly touching her hand for a moment or casually calling her “dear”. just enough to keep her clinging to any type of false hope. and in the end, Jim tries to get her to confess that Oswald was the one behind her attacks but she refuses and takes the fall for Oswald. She’s locked up in Arkham. Jim is angry and tells Oswald he’s a sick and an unfeeling monster for treating another person in such a way to which Oswald says, “I learned it all from you, old friend.” And Jim has nothing to say back because he knows it’s true.

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Chapter 2 of Two Rain-Drenched Detectives in a Gangster's Cherry Blossom Filled Mansion 🌸⛈

Gobblepot (=Jim Gordon x Oswald Cobblepot) x reader fluff

Chapter 2: Cherry Blossom Twigs and a Newspaper Article

<-last chapter

Author's note: Me: Hm, it seems like a long time has passed since the first chapter of this spring-oh, of this spring fic. 😂 (Fun fact: I wrote this intro in summer but am now writing this in autumn, that's how long it took me to finish the chapter, which I started immediately after the first one 🤫) In any case, the spring feeling here has more to do with hope & feeling at ease and Gotham is a cold place, so this should work just fine as a fall or winter fic. Or summer fic. 🙃🤭😂 Warnings: discussion of a murder/missing people case Word count: 2’431 Prompts added for this chapter: blanket, spring fever (the positive one) & cherry blossoms 🌸

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Oswald settled down in an armchair after ordering a small buffet for his favorite detectives. Just hearing your voices — and an unusually good-humoured Jim — had made his day after spending all of it ensuring that his businesses' purchases were stored in dry places and that his poorer employees would find a way to survive the weather.

Now all he had to do was wait. He peered outside. No trace of you two, and the wind was already picking up speed. He hoped you would arrive safely. Ah, there! A familiar car at the gate. He quickly hobbled over to press a button to open it.

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Jim's car came to a splashing halt in front of the old-fashioned gate to Oswald's mansion. Peering through the rain-dotted window, you didn't see a doorbell or guard. "I'll call—" The gate buzzed open, surprising you because of its old look. "Well, let's get inside." Above you a window was pulled open and Oswald appeared, shouting, "You can use my garage!"

A minute later you were dripping water onto an old-fashioned rug in the foyer, trying ti stay stil in fear of ruining the warm-toned wooden floor. So this was it. The Penguin's residence. You looked around curiously, seeing multiple interesting paintings and books, and eventually getting distracted by the sound of a cane on the floor.

"Oswald!" "Y/n, Jim!" He smiled. "So good to see you!" The kingpin walked over with two towels in his hand, handing you one. "If Jim's foresight can't keep you dry, at least mine can remedy some of its consequences." He winked at you and gave Jim, who took no offence, a playful nudge with the towel for him.

A young woman in a black-and-white uniform walked into the room, holding a vase filled with light rose-colored flower twigs. "Mr. Cobblepot, sir, where should I put the flowers?" "Ah." He smiled and thought about it, "Put them on the dining table. The smaller room." He nodded and adressed his guests again when she was gone, "I had the gardener come over and cut the cherry blossom tree outside, in case it gets destroyed by the storm."

"They, uhm, look good", Jim surprised you by voicing his opinion on someting insignificant in the present of the gangster, small as the compliment may be. "Yes, they bring some of that spring feeling into the house," you agreed, reckoning that this was the very same reason why Jim was in such a good mood today. Despite the weather being less than ideal for going outside, the change in tone was noticeable, hopeful in a way.

Oswald gifted you both with smiles, "My mother always had an eye for such things. Anyways," he turned around and gestured to the side, "feel free to use the shower, you must be cold." "No, thank you," Jim was quick to decline, then to correct himself to add to his high spirits, "We don't want to claim too much of your hospitality." "Oh," Oswald waved off, "take as much time as you need. Like I said: if it comes to it, you can stay overnight as my guests. There's plenty of space".

"What about you," he adressed you, "would you like to shower first? I'm sure Jim," he raised a playfully admonishing finger, "wouldn't want his partner to catch a cold." Their eyes were on you. "Oh, I can manage. He still has to drive me home afterwards. I don't want it to get too late for him." Jim gave a small smile at that. "Well, alright then," Oswald said, "but I insist on at least giving you something warm. You can hang your clothes up", he gestured to a row of coat hangers and hooks, "and just wait here. Tea should be ready in a minute and I'll fetch you something so that you don't drip on the floor." He disappeared at a quick pace despite his limp, leaving you and Jim looking at each other impressed and slightly surprised.

You nudged his side. "It's not everyday that a criminal offers you tea instead of a bullet in your head, huh?" You hung your raincoat on a hook. He shrugged, "Could almost get used to it." You turned away slightly. Of course there would be an "almost". Jim would never completely accept the friendship Oswald was offering the two of you. You couldn't even blame him: it was Jim's right to choose not to get close to a crime boss. At least he could joke about it at the moment. He might not be making the biggest exception, but he had never gotten as close to accepting Oswald's innocent-seemming offers as today, and you were happy to enjoy it while it lasted.

"I'm back again! Here you go." Oswald was about to put a big towel on Jim's shoulder when Jim took the soft fabric out of his hands and put it around his back with a "Thanks, no need for that." Oswald eyed Jim's wet blazer. "Are you sure you don't want to take that off?" Your partner scratched his neck and caught the small expression of amusement you tried to suppress. His eyes widened and he turned his gaze from you to Oswald, who noticed his cute abashment, "I...didn't mean to..." He gestured behind himself. "I can lend you a jacket. O-or a sweater, whatever you prefer." Jim gave him a smile and decided to take off the blazer after all. "Thank you, I'll just let this dry for now." He made to hang it up near your raincoat. Oswald stilled Jim's hand. "It will dry more quickly on a heater. I'll have someone take care of it. Now, if you'd follow me."

The house continued to be impressive and Oswald quickly regained his confidence while Jim trailed behind him, still with a faint hint of embarrassment on his face. The hallway was impressive as well, painted pictures lining the walls and the same wooden floor bringing a warm note into the house while raindrops tapped against the windows insistently.

Eventually the elegantly clad man halted in a big living room of sorts with old armchairs and a sofa to one side and a dining table to the other, a more private room, where he usually didn't receive guests. "Here we are. Where would you like to sit?"

You admired the no doubt expensive table and spotted the vase of cherry blossoms Oswald had instructed to put there. They only made the room more beautiful, empathizing the hopeful feeling in the air. Your gaze swept to multiple armchairs and a sofa with a table next to them. There were more than enough chairs for all of you to find something fitting, each looking comfortable, not to mention the sofa, which was looked soft, inviting you to warm up— Jim chuckled. "The sofa or the chairs, it seems." You chuckled. "That obvious?" "I can understand your expression", Oswald agreed, "The sofa is indeed very comfortable. As are the chairs." He turned away from the table, stepped back to allow Jim a better view, and made a welcoming gesture. "Have a seat wherever you'd like."

Not thinking about it for long, you sat down on one of the upholstered chairs and watched Jim take place on the one next to you. Sitting on a sofa with Jim or Oswald would only distract you from the case. The latter was still standing, looking away when you glanced his way eyeing Jim, who awkwardly folded the towel he had used to rub some of the rain out of his hair.

Oswald turned around to grab a bunch of fabric you hadn't even noticed, being too busy admiring the furniture. "If you're not going to take a shower, at least allow me to give you blankets." With a proud smirk he handed you a patterned one in red, orange and lilac and held a similar one out to Jim who felt the need to look away with all this hospitality Oswald was offering him. "No, thanks." Oswald gave him an impatient look that reminded you detectives of the power he held, especially in his own place. Still, Jim insisted, ever the stubborn person, "I'll warm up in no time." "Take it." Oswald gestured to you. "I don't have any use for this many blankets anyways. He remained standing for two seconds and then got seated in one of the armchairs himself. "Have it your way. The blankets are here." He put them onto the low table in the middle of you.

You wrapped up in the one he had given you and touched the fabric, which was surprisingly comfortable for something vintage, or at least something that you assumed was. "Thank you. The blanket is nice." "I'm glad to hear that. They often help with the cold..." Assuming that he was talking about his leg, he must be using them quite often, you mused. "The-they're washed, of course", the man added hastily and Jim gave your flustered host a trusting nod.

"So," you started, "the person we're looking for is a serial kidnapper who goes by 'The Spring Sword'. They've left their mark — a series of slashes on the ground — in front of multiple clubs where people disappeared, and the only witnesses are the three reporters who first covered the case and five people who want to remain anonymous. It w—"

There was a thunder so loud that you forgot what you were going to say and fidgeted with Oswald's blanket. The man gave you a smile and chimed in with a quick look outside, "And now you need to catch this kidnapper or killer before they drag the next person outside after this weather calms down? The weather reports certainly are on your side: the storm will hopefully have calmed by tomorrow but it's still supposed to rain heavily for the next days, so you should at least have less other crimes to deal with." "Yeah." You hadn't thought about it like this before. It was nice to get this positive outlook.

"How do you have time to keep up with the weather?" Jim blurted out. Oswald's eyes flitted down to this leg for a split second and he contemplated on what to say. The truth would bring him your sympathy but if Jim ever decided to use it against him... "It's your leg, isn't it?" Jim felt stupid for asking. "...Yes. It is. But don't worry, we're at home." Jim nodded and wondered how many times he'd barged into Oswald's club and made him stay there for longer than his leg could take, pushed Oswald against a wall when all he wanted was to sit down.

The two of them were quiet, Jim looking away and Oswald trying to decipher his concentrated look. You rose to speak, "It is a lovely home. Fits your style." "I try my best." So he had decorated a part of it. Then you're not just good at putting looks together. The words were at the forefront of your head but saying them would be too much. If Oswald got closer to you, which he most certainly would if you allowed it, you'd prefer him to get closer to Jim at the same pace. Okay, enough with the yearning. You were a detective.

"So, you've never heard of the 'Spring Sword'?" Oswald raised his index finger. "It didn't ring a bell at first. But..." He grabbed a newspaper from the table, perfectly prepared. "While you drove here, I had some time to freshen up my memory. It didn't actually read it in the news but it reminded me of something an... acquaintance asked me a few days ago." Jim grumbled, "And what was that about?" The gangster didn't let it deter him, "He wanted to know whether I was involved in the kidnappings. Because when his grandmother told him the news, some things didn't match his information." Oswald pointed to the new's article. You leaned forward, fingers brushing with Jim, who'd done the same thing. Both of you retracted your arms and concentrated on what Oswald explained.

"According to the news, faint slashing sounds could be heard from outside all clubs around the time the abductions or killings must've happened. If you ask the regulars though? No one heard a thing, not even from friends." "And you didn't deem it important to investigate?" Jim crossed his arms. "I—no," Oswald tried to defend himself, "well, it wasn't that long ago and at the time not many people had been kidnapped. But I assume there are more victims now?" You nodded. "The Spring Sword is a serial kindapper or killer now, and the numbers have kept growing. At least until the weather started changing."

All three of you listened to the strong raining sounds from outside, the patter of droplets against the glass windows, and the wind making the trees bow. Turning to Jim, you wondered whether he really wasn't cold. With him being stubborn again, it could take some time until he took another offer from Oswald, and currently his hands were covering his arms pretty suspiciously. If only you could warm him up... Jim noticed your attention and relaxed his arms, now crossing them defensively. No, hugs weren't on the table right now, the newspaper was.

With three people having disappeared so far, the so-called Spring Sword may not seem like a special criminal, but they're a force to be reckoned with, having managed to kidnap, probably kill, multiple people in a busy spot of this city, and possessing more style than your average murderer. Follow our column to stay up to date. We're sure: there's more to come — and it will be thrilling.

"It's oddly sensationalist, isn't it?" you asked, making Oswald lean towards the newspaper and consequently you, who pointed towards the end of the article. Jim came closer too, brushing against both of you, seemingly too focused on the article to care. "Yes", Oswald figured, still waiting for your partner to finish reading. When Jim was done, the kingpin spoke again, "I know how the press can be: one day you're interesting because you're a criminal, the next, they try to appeal to your sense of mercy," Jim sent him a dirty look at that, "but no matter what, they try to make it entertaining. They need to, in Gotham. Everything's so unusual, the readers want to know the articles they're reading won't just all be the same. But—"

Someone knocked on the door. "Mr. Cobblepot, sir, the food plates are ready. Can I bring them in?"

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Author's note: Here you go, the next chapter before December starts ❤️ (most of you will probably see this in December 🤭) There's one more chapter planned, which will probably be published in 1.5-3 months. Keep in mind that I have other projects (not just ones for my blog) and that I always edit my works, before and after publishing them (hopefully before anyone reblogs it 😂). It's astounding how many mistakes I can miss even after reading through something at least ten times, often much more often. Before publishing the second chapter, I found and edited a total of 14 mistakes in the last one! 🤫 With that being said, what did you think of this chapter? 😊

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

Gobblepot x Reader Masterlist (Jim Gordon x Oswald Cobblepot x Reader)

Two Rain-Drenched Detectives in a Gangster's Cherry Blossom Filled Mansion 🌸⛈ Chapter 2: Cherry Blossom Twigs and a Newspaper Article

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

Fanfic writer here. Let me just...write that down ✍

This actually seems like it just has to be canon. What else could he smell like, except for maybe whatever his current lover smells like (later seasons Oswald must wear fancy perfume at least sometimes)?

What does Jim smell like? :)

Hello anon :)  Thanks for asking :)

I think I have in the past said that I think Jim probably smells like plain old shower gel - possibly seeing aftershave as something that isn’t an everyday, especially when he’s in one of his puritanical scowly moods

However

Jim’s suits are all perfectly tailored to fit him. Now - that’s because he’s the hero, and has to look good at all times (the costume department have said they deliberately source second-hand, slightly too-big suits for Harvey’s rumpledness) - but the in-universe explanation for that is that Jim does actually care about his physical appearance and how he presents himself, probably more than he’d care to let on.  

So - I think he’d probably wear a discreet amount of something.   Not too old-fashioned: Jim has a reverence for his father, but he also feels conflicted about him, deep down.  Scent hits memory and emotion like nothing else, and I’m not sure he’d be able to stomach actually smelling like his father.

So - I think he probably wears something that Barbara bought him for a birthday or Christmas, and that he’s simply stuck to since then.  Barbara likewise feels conflicted about her own background, so I don’t imagine anything her father or uncles are likely to have worn.  Something Chanel, maybe?  Maybe something a little chilly and sharp - Barbara might have been head over heels for Jim, but she’s intuitive, and she’d maybe have subconsciously picked up on those aspects of him.  Possibly Lauder for Men, then - with galbanum and juniper. Crisp and green and clean - none of the heavy leathery scent of older men’s fragrances. But some sneaky little floral hints in there, too, since Jim does have a softer and more vulnerable side. 

When he’s been misbehaving, and is all bluster and self-righteousness, and trying to project his faults on to everyone else, I put him in the new and deeply awful reformulation of Dior’s Homme Sauvage.  It’s a scent that shrieks ‘I’m normal - don’t pay attention to me!’ at a truly obnoxious volume.  You know any of those scenes where he’s been morally dreadful, and looks like he’s breaking out in a cold sweat, and is alternating between desperately avoiding eye contact and self-righteous bellowing, and is terrified that he might have more in common with Oswald and Barbara and Selina than he would ever care to admit?  Dior Homme Sauvage.

Apologies to anyone who likes Dior Homme Sauvage :D

[nevereverthem]

Gotham Masterlist

Jerome Valeska :

My Things [Jerome Valeska x Reader] (OS, no smut, mental breakdown, slapping/punching, hurt/comfort, past trauma, fluff, PDA, minor OC, soft!Jerome)

Jerome Valeska teeny-tiny ideas :

What is love?

Shopping or Business?

Jeremiah Valeska :

That sort of… You!? [Jeremiah Valeska x Reader] (Ficlet, mention of wet dream)

Jeremiah Valeska teeny-tiny ideas :

"Makeover"

Edward Nygma / The Riddler teeny-tiny ideas :

Disaster everything

Gayllucination

Nygmobblepot/Riddlebird teeny-tiny ideas :

First kiss doesn't go as planned

Awakened by a kiss

Gobblepot teeny-tiny ideas :

Jim's jealous?

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

Nathaniel Barnes (& Harvey Bullock & Jim Gordon) Defending Homosexuality (Nathaniel Barnes x Male/Nonbinary/Not Cis etc. Reader, but this also has other cool stuff apart from romance like, uhm, him🤭😂)

@honestmrdual asked: So, about Barnes x reader request... How about Barnes and male reader, who insist on making their relationship known to public, at least in the precinct, and Barnes, pretty obviously, being opposed to this idea? Humour, or angst, or both, you can decide! :)

Author's note: Here are all of my thoughts, I hope you like them😊 This is soo much longer than expected

Reader: ambiguously not perceived as a woman (so a man, nonbinary, masculine/very androgynous woman, etc.)

Other featured characters: Harvey Bullock because he's gotta be against homophobia. Also a little mention of Jim & Oswald because they had something going there 😉

Warning: homophobia (not from the love-interest though 🙂), illegal homosexuality

First of all: whether homosexuality's illegal in Gotham or not, Nathaniel Barnes doesn't think of it as a sin. He may be a lawfully good character, thinking that the only line separating him from animals is the law, but he's not stupid: a healthy consensual relationship just isn't immoral, illegal or not. There's not the least bit internalized homophobia in him, and I can imagine that even if homosexuality was illegal, it would mostly go ignored by the police. Though it would be comically tragic for someone to get thrown into a cell next to an actual criminal. One's in for murder while the other just kissed their partner?? Gotham's crazy!

If it was illegal, Barnes would do anything in his power to make sure to help the wrongfully convicted. He starts out small by letting them go free on his own, going home in the evening to assure himself that you're still there in his arms, not in some cell. He knows he's already doing so much but what if it isn't enough?

He loves what you share and is very aware of how quickly things could go wrong, so when you ask him to make your relationship public, he's vehemently against it and very confused. "Did someone hit on you? Do you want to tell them that you're in a relationship? Because you have my full support to make up a partner if you want to."

When you tell him that that isn't the case, he assumes that it's something else. "Are you jealous? You know that I love you. I don't think that anyone at the GCPD wants to be with me." He leans towards you and lowers his voice, "But between us: I wouldn't want to be with any of them even if I didn't have you." He even tries to throw shade at his co-workers despite normally being very professional, "Some can be a little..." You smile at his obvious contrition, "Stupid?" you offer. He purses his lips and makes a vague hand gesture, which makes you laugh. He's really trying not to be mean.

Despite the now light-hearted atmosphere, you bring the conversation back to your request, and he gets serious again. The idea might sound naively dangerous to him but you obviously care about it, so he doesn't dismiss it right away. He wants to know whether there's a smaller problem that he can solve. Do you doubt his love for you? Are you afraid of someone taking him away from you?

If any of these is the case, he makes it one of his missions to prove you wrong. Not that he doesn't make you feel loved any other time. He's very thankful for you. But if it's not enough for you, then it's not enough. Feelings are valid...and so is your safety: he doesn't give in.

"Even just the fact that I'm a known police officer could put you in danger", he stresses, "And I can only think in horror of the hatred that would certainly be directed at us for other reasons."

Things continue as they were, until one day when he overhears some officers make fun of Jim Gordon for being called Penguin's bitch - with lots off ugly terms thrown at Jim - none other than Harvey Bullock, the man Nathaniel would have expected at least some homophobia from, defends his partner and gives them hell for the things they said.

"You got a problem with Jim banging a known criminal? That's fine with me, hell, I'd have a problem with it too if it was true! But you target my buddy because he's with a man? Seriously? Your girlfriend doesn't even know you've been looking at someone else, but you're criticising him for being in a consensual relationship, which, again, isn't even real?! Check your morals, man!"

"Okaay, Bullock, chill, I was just joking around. Besides: it's illegal, you know that, right?"

Harvey raises his eyebrows, "Well it shouldn't be." "Careful there, Bullock. Don't want to get thrown out by the captain, do we?" Harvey huffed, "I think he's got a little more common sense than you think." "You don't seem completely convinced." "Ugh, stop it. Get yourself a life. Maybe I'll ask him sometime."

Except that he doesn't. He has neither the time nor the nerves.

Nathaniel tells you the story, promising to work on it, just way slower than you wished. He waits until he heard the next hateful comment so that he could directly intervene, making his already planned speech later seem more natural.

So it comes that he spends more time outside of his office until one day when he heard Jim again, "Doesn't seem like Oswald if you ask me" followed by "Except that I didn't ask you, you fag-" "LANGUAGE", the commissioner's word gets everyone's attention, "like this is highly inappropriate here, any place really. You are police officers, show some goddamn respect!"

"But he's literally called his bitch in the streets-"

"Are we not in a police precinct?"

"Of course we are, sir, but it's also illegal to-"

"And do you not have a brain, detective?" "Sir, I wasn't trying to say that detective Gordon is seriously a f-"

"You're missing the point: hate speech of any kind isn't tolerated here."

"Got it-"

"-nor should you use it at home." He noticed the silence around him. "Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

Wow, that felt good to get off his chest! He still needs to make that speech, which would normally be really easy but he doesn't want to make your relationship public or out himself to be honest. He wants to appear completely distanced from the topic, non-emotional, just rational.

When he asks what your ideas are, he's frustrated that something feeling so right, so wonderful, has to be justified at all. He's nervous about the speech: normally he only stands behind the law, and now he's speaking out against it? He's conflicted.

"Why don't you let someone else speak as well?" you try, knowing that he can take on too much work.

"What?" he asks, not wanting to put that burden onto someone else. You shrug, "Let Gordon say some things, he's the one you always complain about being one step away from being a criminal. And you say that he's got people who look up to him."

"No", he protests, "it has to come from someone who has never misstepped."

You give him an unconvinced look, "You have misstepped."

He takes in a sharp breath at the memory. "You killed a man and I still trust and love you, Nathaniel." He looks a little less sceptic now.

"That speech can come from any cop and it will come from someone who at least once committed a crime. I'm not saying that you should let someone else say everything, just that you might wanna talk about it with some other detectives first. Make it appear natural."

The perfect opportunity would come: the time when the crime incidents skyrocket and the precinct has to clean rooms to make way for prisoners.

"Alright everyone, listen up! We've obviously got too little room for perps, so we're gonna have to prioritize."

He takes a deep breath and thinks back to your impressed look at his practiced speech, "From now on, there are a few deeds we will no longer persecute. Not just because of the current lack of space but because they shouldn't be crimes."

He looks at the officers, most of whom don't look extremely bothered, and starts the list, "Anyone here on grounds of consensual relationships to someone of the same sex is to be set free without any entries."

By the end of the list of other "crimes", a few people are looking at him confused, some even angry but not many more than he expected. One officer raises his voice, "So what about that black-haired guy we got in for kissing another man?"

"He's in for sexual harassment!" Jim Gordon comes to his aid spontaneously. "He'll stay", Nathaniel continues, noting that a few people's sour expressions disappear.

"Finally for those of you still unconvinced, who don't have the brains to think by themseleves: before you arrest someone for any of the things mentioned before, ask yourself: would I rather harm one person or save many? A lot is on the line, we've gotten more bombings in four months than in the last year combined. So be smart."

"I'll drink to that!" Harvey shouts and the resulting laughter lightens the mood.

That that day more people visit the GCPD captain's office or pass by and say their approval. It's the beginning of a new time for the precinct and hopefully eventually for Gotham.

However, that still doesn't mean that he likes the idea of criminals knowing that you mean so much to him.

He'll tell some colleagues about you though. They deserve to know what a wonderful partner one can have as a police officer.

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My Gotham Masterlist 🖤💜💙💚

General Gotham

Content with pairings (not always necessarily romantic):

Gotham Ships (not my main thing)

Jim Gordon 💙

Gobblepot x Reader (Jim Gordon x Oswald Cobblepot x Reader) 💙💜)

Harvey Bullock🤎🤍

Barbara Kean 🖤💖

Butch Gilzean

Oswald Cobblepot 🐧🖤💜

Nygmobblepot

Nygmobblepot x Reader (Edward Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot x Reader) 💜💚

Edward Nygma & the Riddler 💚

Nathaniel Barnes 👮‍♂️🚓

Victor Zsasz 🖤

Lee Thompkins 👩‍⚕️💙💜🖤

Alfred Pennyworth

Ivy Pepper ☘️

Lucius Fox 🦊

Jerome Valeska 🤡

Valerie Vale 💕💋📸

Renee Montoya 👮‍♀️

Bruce Wayne 🦇

Selina Kyle 🐈

Carmine Falcone

Fish Mooney💋🧡

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My Writing Plans (before Halloween 2024)

I'm trying pretty hard to write something for Halloween for Gotham, maybe something x reader with them being scared of horror movies 👻

What do you think?

Hopefully I can also write on the sequel to the Gobblepot x reader SPRING fic 😭

And of course on the big Nymobblepot x reader but that will definitely have to wait until at least the next month

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Gotham Characters I Write for

Characters that I write for (all x/& reader) in bold (check whether requests are open):

Harvey Bullock

Gordlock (Jim Gordon x Harvey Bullock x reader)

Jim Gordon

Gobblepot (Jim Gordon x Oswald Cobblepot x reader)

Oswald Cobblepot

Nygmobblepot (Edward Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot x Reader)

Edward Nygma & the Riddler

Barbara Kean

Nathaniel Barnes

Lee Thompkins

Alfred Pennyworth

Ivy Pepper

Lucius Fox

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle

Fish Mooney

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Finding Jim Gordon fanfics or writings that are not female are pretty hard. Still taking requests for the James x reader x Oswald? Cause I got some ideas :)

Hey, good to know that people can profit from this type of reader :)

Writing them for love-interests like Jim and Ed (who I both headcanon as obliviously bi/pan 😆) is quite the challenge 😂

I'm not working on or accepting any requests for at least the next two weeks and when I find the time, I'll start working on the last part for this Gobblepot story and the next ones for the Nygmobblepot one so that the break in between isn't too big.

So it will take some time until I open requests again.

However, I'm not saying no to more Gobblepot x reader in the future 😉🤗