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Gotham prompt list: nygmobblepot💚💜 - 49! 😅

Sorry this took so long

Cut for length. Prompt; “Of all the people in the world I could end up tied to, why did it have to be you?“

As Oswald woke, he felt a distinctaching in his arms and back. He fidgeted, only for the pain to spikea current through his spine and cause him to freeze in place. Hiseyes slipped back shut as he tried to relax. Physically it wasn't aproblem, but mentally he had to push down the bubble of panicthreatening to push him into a frenzy. He didn't know where he was,but he could feel that he was back to back with someone. Whoever itwas was taller than him (which wasn't particularly telling given hissomewhat diminutive size) and was ridiculously warm. The heat waspouring off of them in a way that was adding to Oswald's discomfort.

“Are you awake? Who are you? Whereare we?” Oswald snapped; the person hadn't moved yet. He tried tolook over his shoulder, but couldn't make out any features in the dimlight of the room.

“Shut up. I already have a headache.”The voice was husky and one that he knew intimately. His heartdropped and he began to jerk his arms despite the pain.

“You!? Whose sick idea was this?!”Oswald screeched in anger and no small amount of heartache.

“Stop it! You're going to damage bothof us, you idiot!” Edward snarled, leaning back into him, pressingOswald's body in against itself.

Oswald yelped in pain and used his legsto anchor himself, responding in kind. With his legs as leverage, heforced his body back into Edward's, making the man double over. Itwas a petulant response, but he didn't care. They were bound by thearms and the chest with thick rope, tight enough that the dismaygripping Oswald's chest made it even harder to breathe.

“Oswald, stop it!” Edward's body nolonger pushed back, submitting; satisfied with the little victory,Oswald settled back into a sitting position.

“Fine. Why are we here, do you know?”Oswald grumbled.

“I don't. All I remember was walkinginto Sirens and then waking up here. The room is non-descript,probably an empty apartment or a warehouse office...” Edwardsighed, leaning his head back. It brushed against Oswald's. He had tofight the urge to throw his head back against him, but it would onlyhurt them both.

“Of all the people in the world Icould end up tied to, why did it have to be you?” Oswald mumbled.

“Well, whoever our assailant isobviously did it deliberately, knowing our history. Which doesn'thelp narrow it down at this point, given the enjoyment you seem toget out of telling everyone that will listen you're in love with me.”Edward grumbled.

“I feel nothing for you anymoreexcept for hate,” Oswald insisted, shifting his arms, “And I'drather break my arms to get out of this then to be stuck with you aminute longer!”

“Oswald, don't! We don't knowanything about who has us here and what they have in store! At leastbe patient for once in yourlife!” Edward held his arms as still as he could to negate Oswald'smovements.

“Foronce in my life? For ONCE!?”Oswald snapped, offended. “You're calling meimpatient? I worked for years to get to where I was before you ruinedeverything, and you can't even hatch a plot without immediatelyblathering about it to any authority that will listen because you'retoo self-involved to wait for them to figure it out!”

“Itisn't my fault I'm constantly at odds with idiots!” Edwardreturned.

“That'swhy you'll never succeed, Ed. You'll constantly get yourself caughtbecause you're too prideful to keep your mouth shut!” Oswald spat.

“Betterto be caught because of pride then belittled and made a fool of forhaving none!” Edward fidgeted, getting worked up by the banter.

“That'sthe thing; I have pride. I have toomuchpride, most of the time... but I can at least realize that I don'tneed to protect that pride with my life because most people justdon't matter enough to me to care what they think! You, on the otherhand? You're so desperate for people to recognize you that you don'trealize that you're a joke to them! You put yourself on some loftypedestal because you think you're the smartest person there is, andwhat has that gotten you?” Oswald's voice raised a little, butbegan to lower in volume as he spoke. The tone he took was seething,full of venom, and Edward's silence showed him that his words hithome.

“Atany rate, it looks like we're stuck here unless we work together orwait for our captor to show themselves. Unless they plan on torturingus by leaving us with one anothers company.” Oswald muttered.

Edwardsaid nothing, and Oswald knew that he had struck a nerve. The feelingwasn't as satisfying as he had hoped. Somewhere in the pit of hisheart the urge to comfort the man stirred. Oswald tried his best tosuppress his feelings, to make it so that love didn't ruin him as ithad before. It was easy enough when they were apart, but now, beingin his proximity, smelling his cologne, feeling his warmth, Oswaldwas finding it harder and harder to harden his heart.

“Atleast yell back at me.” Oswald muttered, frowning down at his ownlegs.

“What'sthe point? You're right.” Edward said softly, sounding wrecked,lost. Oswald knew that if he could see the man's face that hiseyebrows would be knitted together, eyes wide and soulful with pain,the ghost of a frown etched into his features like the mask ofTragedy.

“I'mmore angry than anything.” Oswald wouldn't admit that anything hesaid was wrong, but he would at least say that much.

“Iknow,” Edward said with a sigh, “you're angry a lot. More thesedays, it seems.”

“Goodto know you're still keeping tabs on my moods. Yes, I am angry a lot.It's exhausting.” He admitted.

“Isthat because of me?” Edward asked.

Oswaldwas briefly dumbstruck. Was Edward so out of touch that he couldn'tcomprehend Oswald holding a grudge? Was he so disconnected fromemotions that the idea that he could stay angry at him for so longwas beyond his comprehension? The thought baffled him, but after amoment or two it made sense. Edward was used to rejection, after all;it was likely that he assumed Oswald's love for him was temporary,fleeting, a mistake born from closeness. Edward likely believed thatOswald merely wanted to use him for his intelligence like so manybefore had.

“Yes.”Oswald mumbled once he was able to speak.

“Ifit means anything to you, I did have... regrets. Without you around I– I think I lost my way for a time.” Edward said. Oswald's browsfurrowed. Was that some sort of awkwardly worded attempt at anapology?

“That'sinteresting.” He replied lamely, words failing him again.

“Interesting...right.” Edward muttered.

“Youjust didn't seem like you had regrets. Only like you wanted tocontinue trying to kill me.” Oswald clarified.

“I'mnot exactly the best at... expressing certain things. I think youknow that better than anyone, Oswald.” Nygma muttered.

“Ithink you're right, there.” Oswald actually chuckled a little, thehumor of the situation beginning to present itself.

“We'requite a pair.” Edward followed suit with a chuckle of his own,leaning back against the smaller man.

“Weare, aren't...” Oswald began, only to trail off when the only doorto the room opened.

“Quitea pair you are indeed; your assistance now is what I need! I capturedyou to lend a hand, we three will make a merry band!” A voice camefrom outside, and through the door stepped a tall, twitchy, wide eyedfellow wearing a top hat.

“What!?Jervis? Why are you here?” Oswald snapped. “Free us at once!”

“Freeingyou will come in time --” Jervis began.

“Stopspeaking in such stupid rhyme!” Oswald shouted. Edward began tosnicker behind him.

“Howvery rude, Penguin!” Jervis stuttered.

“Interruptionis a sin!” Edward interjected.

“I'vebrought you here to work things out! I -” Jervis stomped a foot infrustration.

“Thereisn't any need to shout.” Oswald cut in again, grinning. Jervismade a noise resembling an irritated goose, moving towards Oswald andbringing a previously hidden blade to his neck.

“Nowlisten here, little man--” He pressed the edge to Oswald's neck.

“Youneed us both to carry out your plan.” Oswald sneered. Rage wasboiling in Tetch, but the two knew instinctively that his threat wasentirely empty. Jervis was on the run from not only the law, but somebig names in the crime world. He had brought them there and boundthem together to try and force them to cooperate not only with him,but with one another.

Thecalm that had come over Oswald once the conversation between himselfand Edward had shifted to something more playful was a stunningindicator of how well that idea had actually worked.

ButOswald wouldn't admit that.

[robinlordtaylorsource]

Hi! I saw your post about Robin and Bustle and want to ask in you could post the pic with Robin's answers?

Sure thing! In case anyone else was wondering, this is the source. The picture is under the cut, as it’s pretty long. You can also view it here.

- Mod Eva

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Happy Birthday! :D Thank you for your awesome fics!

Thank you! :D

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Kiwi

What’s something that fascinates you?: Cats. Their behavior, their biology, their nutritional needs. I am utterly fascinated by cats. =^__^=

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Gotham (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma Characters: Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot, Butch Gilzean, Tabitha Galavan, Barbara Kean, Gertrud Kapelput, Kristen Kringle, Leslie Thompkins Additional Tags: Strippers & Strip Clubs, Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Strip Tease, Boss/Employee Relationship, Mentor/Protégé, Hallucinations, Shyness, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Dancing, Pole Dancing, Burlesque, Alternate Universe - Burlesque Club, Stripping, Demisexuality, One-Sided Attraction, Love Confessions, Love, Character Death, Murder, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Kissing, Masturbation, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse Summary: The Penguin, owner of Gotham’s most popular night spot hires a promising new talent, Edward Nygma, for his new strip tease. But can the manager keep his hands off the merchandise?

A prompt from @nygmobblespot ;)

NEW CHAPTER UP: CHAPTER 09 ‘THE STORM BREAKS’

Hope you’re ready for some angst and heartbreak ;)

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Edward Nygma, Dark Green

This is for @nygmobblespot who wanted this to be a bit darker. It’s a bit different than the first one, but I hope it’s better now :)

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Any friends (their urls pls) to follow? Gotham related pls.

Hi, anon, yes of course!You are probably following them, cause they are big, great, popular blogs, also amazing human beings❤︎

@endless-nygmobblepot @papinygma @edwardsnygma @freckledandspectacled @talkriddletome @alius-alia @flygurl2sam​ (she’s posting  got now, but i’m sure she’ll come back to gotham soon, so follow!), @pengynygma​ @millicentcordelia​ @nygmobblespot​ @nygmaoswaldlove​ @fluffyoswald​ @knope-and-wyatt​ @arkhamsasylum​

i think i forgot a lot of people, whoops… but yeah, i don’t know all of them, but their blogs are really amazing, check them out!❤︎

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My appreciation to you beautiful and lovely people~ <3<3<3

(sorry if this doesn’t make sense- I’m still reeling/fried from the finale, lol)

Gotham season 3 is over and that finale was awesome, and even though there were some things that still disappointed me, like the fact that Ed and Os should have kissed like Babs and Tabs, and killing mama Fish off like that, it was still good overall.

I love Gotham so much!! And the reason is not just because of the amazing cast and the story, but because of you wonderful people who make me smile (and torture me with headcanons and theories, lol)~

Yes, most of it is of Nygmobblepot, but if it weren’t for this ship, if it weren’t for that one, beautiful and emotional gif I saw, I don’t think I would have been interested in Gotham seeing as I was never a big Batman fan.

Even though I’ve never talked a lot with you guys (I’m not good at conversations. >w<), I’m still happy to be part of this fandom, and I want to thank you all for giving me such happiness in this fandom!!! (I have a lot of ships, and I guess Outlast was kinda my first fandom I’ve been in, but I consider Gotham as my first since I’m more “active”.)

Anyways, time for all the peeps I want to give all my love to!!!

@nygmobblespot For the messages and doing the letter project for those of us who couldn’t meet with Robin- thank you many times, lovely~

@the-great-snape-debate For the RLT birthday project- it was so nice and I hope Robin saw it!!

@mrgoldsdearie For the Gotham/movie live streams you do for us- it’s so fun to watch together with everyone (even though I can’t keep up with chat and I keep missing movie nights. lol)

@mymycorrhizae For that Gotham countdown and being such a mama penguin for Ozzie- we shall protect our precious sons as long as we live!!! (and I’m sorry it’s taking so long for me to finish that jealous!Ed fic- I’m still bad at writing. >_<)

@m4dh4ttey @selene-yoshi-chan @vertibird @toriirdz @heartpoisedfanarts @my-chemical-romanoff For the AMAZING artworks you guys do!! I want to buy stuff from you guys, but I don’t have money and I don’t think my mom would like it, lol.

@baskervilleshund @endless-nygmobblepot @okimi79  @colfernygma @justgotham For all the edits, gifs, fanfics, and all the smiles you guys give me everyday!!!

And just everyone who’s been positive and continued to support Gotham and all the ships- thank you, thank you, thank you, you talented, beautiful, people!!! 💗💗💗

Love you all~ 😘😘😘

(it sounds like I’m leaving or something, but I’m not, lol. just thought this was the right time to do this~ <3<3<3)

[wittygaypuns]

30 - nygmobblepot - of course 😉

Sorry this took so long! It’s been a hectic week. I hope you like it.

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It had been an uphill battle for Oswald to exact his revenge on Edward. From the river, to the greenhouse, to the mansion, and finally to the 35th floor of a luxurious skyscraper full of traps and peril, Oswald was downright tired. How had Ed managed to get himself taken in by the Court? Did he turn himself over to them, for some reason? He had always been incredibly self-destructive when someone wasn’t there to level him out… and Oswald had been that person to him.

Hehad to admit that there was some measure of pride he felt at theanarchy Edward was managing to spread under his new moniker, even ifhe personally felt it was pretty sloppy. The elaborate traps he set,the careful manipulation of both the general public and the GCPD…It was thrilling to watch.  But Ed gave himself up too easily, madeit too easy for the authorities to track the crimes back to him. It was like hewanted to be caught; but Ed craved attention and validation, andwithout Oswald giving him constant praise, he had apparently gone offthe deep end. He supposed without constant companionship, Ed had tofill his needs elsewhere.

Shakinghis head, Oswald pushed on, Firefly at his side and Freeze at hisother. Ivy was leading the pack with her ‘meatshield’, a fond termfor the entranced guards who led them through while absorbing anyviolent action taken against them. The thin man who had won his heartand then tried to kill him was on that floor, according to the guardsand a Talon they had dispatched. He was being kept in a cage that hadbeen built around him to avoid him weaseling his way out. Clever, onthe Court’s part.

Whenthey made it to the small room tucked away on the east side of thebuilding, Oswald stared at the man. He sat in the middle of thetransparent cage, like a rose on display. They had taken his glasses,bound his wrists behind his back, and clothed him in a nondescriptjumpsuit, apparently appreciating the danger he posed. Oswaldcouldn’t help but frown at the sight. He tapped on the glass to tryand get his attention, but to no avail. Edward was staring at thefloor, eyes glassy and unfocused.

Hisneed for vengeance was beginning to buckle. He should still feel ragetowards the man, regardless of his appearance. Just because Edwardhad been bested by the Court didn’t mean Oswald deserved his revengeany less! To want anything less was just… uncharacteristic of him.He needed that closure, he needed to put the man down, to crush himbeneath his feet for what he had done.

“Openit.” Oswald looked to Firefly, who tilted her head and nodded.Oswald’s little family stepped aside as she opened fire on the cage,melting a hole in the side.

“Goodenough. Freeze?” Oswald looked to the larger man, who gave a nodand took Firefly’s place, cooling the melting glass enough for it tobe traversable.

Edwardhadn’t made a move despite the noise and heat put off by theflamethrower. Oswald gave a grunt as he moved into the cage with him,approaching the man carefully. He removed the switchblade from hispocket, and fell to his knees in front of him. Edward was vulnerablelike this, completely at Oswald’s mercy. A cruel smile crossed hislips as he used the tip of the knife to lift Edward’s chin. At thefeel of the cool blade, Edward looked up immediately.

Theemotions in his eyes were obvious; confusion, pain, surprise… andjoy? The smile he broke into was radiant and relieved.

“Isthat you? Is it really you?” He croaked out, shifting closer on hisknees despite the action bringing the knife closer to his adam’sapple.

“Yes.You didn’t manage to finish the job, Nygma.” Oswald tried todepersonalize them by using his last name. Ed was the man he loved;Nygma was the one who had tried to end him.

“Oswald…I- I have so much to say to you, I just…” Edward began beforebreaking into a sob. Crying? Edward was crying? What did it mean?

“No…Why are you crying? You tried to kill me and very nearly succeeded!You should be angry I’m not dead – I’m here to kill you now!”Oswald snapped, shoving him lightly. Ed moved back a little, butsettled quickly back into his previous position, tears flowing freelydown his cheeks.

“Imade terrible mistakes, Oswald. We both did but… I – I thoughtthat killing you would… would free me, somehow, that it would makeme stronger but… I just lost my mind. You were right about it all.I needed you.” Edward choked out, trying to push closer to Oswald,seeking comfort. The action caused the knife to draw blood, butEdward seemed unaffected as he sought Oswald’s attention at his ownexpense.

“Nygma,stop this! I won’t let you fool me again!” Oswald shrieked,dropping the knife before more damage could be done, shoving the manwith both hands this time.

Howcould this be? As Edward fell back on to his bottom, he stared atOswald with tear blurred eyes. Was he drugged? Was this some attemptat manipulation to save his own life? Would he have kept movingforward until Oswald’s blade pierced his jugular just to be close, orwas it a play to get him to cave in?

“I’mnot trying to fool you, Oswald. You hurt me before and I – I didn’tknow what to do. The only thing I knew how to do was to try to punishyou. I didn’t realize… I didn’t realize everything you meant tome.” Edward choked out, staying back, though he fidgeted in hisspot.

“WhatI meant to you? You mean a meal ticket? Someone to give youeverything and then discard once it’s convenient? You took everythingfrom me, Ed!” Oswald’s own emotions were beginning to boil over,his voice raising and body trembling with effort. “Everything! Youleft me in the river to die!”

“Itook everything from you… but to me, you were everything. Nothing Idid filled the void that was left when I killed you. Nothing.All I had was your ghost. I tried to fill my life with things, withcrime, with solving life’s great riddles.. but it was all EMPTY!”Edward’s voice rose at the last part, rage in his voice. Was heresentful, angry at himself for this?

“Ed…”Oswald mumbled as the tall man shifted back to his knees.

“Ican fill a room, but just one heart. Others can have me, but I can’tbe shared. What am I?” Edward whispered. A riddle – of course.

“Loneliness.”Oswald answered without hesitation. The second the answer left hislips, Ed began to laugh.

“Itreally was only you… You’ve always been the only one to understandme, deep down.” Ed’s voice was soft and bitter.

“Ed…Tell me what you mean. Explain why you’re rambling like this!”Oswald snapped in frustration. Ed’s tears had stopped, and his browsfurrowed in irritation.

“Ilove you, you idiot!” Edward shouted. “Kill me now, leave me torot, but I love you, Oswald – no matter what you decide. My life isyours to do with what you please.”

Eyesfilling with tears at the admission he never expected to hear, Oswaldpicked up the knife and moved to him, placing it against his throatonce more.

“IfI find you’re lying to me, manipulating me, Edward Nygma, I’ll tearyou to shreds without a second thought. I’ll gut you and leave youhalf dead on the GCPD’s steps. I’ll – I’ll cut your throat justenough that it takes you all day to bleed out, do you understandme!?” Oswald growled his words, heart pounding in his throat, faceclose to the other man’s.

“I’llnever lie to you again.” Edward pulled forward, against the blade.

Tolove one another was to live on the edge of the blade. Edwardunderstood that now, as he pushed in just far enough to wound himselfand to kiss Oswald’s lips for the first time. Oswald removed theknife just in time to avoid the cut deepening, bringing it back tocut his arms loose and then drop it. Ed’s arms slid around himinstantly, and for a moment, both forgot about the world and thesituation.

“…Hey you two, this is super sweet and all, and I’m extra happy it turned out like this, but we’re probably gonnadie if we stay here long enough for you two to make me a littlebrother.” Ivy’s chipper voice cut through the gentleness of themoment, and Oswald pulled away, refocusing.

“Ivy,that isn’t possible. Now help us out – he doesn’t have his glassesand sitting like this has made my leg ache.” Oswald grumbled as hestood.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gotham (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma Characters: Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma Additional Tags: Angst Series: Part 2 of Distortion Summary: A piece based on the scene in 3x18.

tagging @nygmobblespot as requested :) the story is under the read-more link!

Cage Within a Cage

Ed felt the rods of his cage, hard, cold and rusty as he leaned back, sitting on the floor, holding his legs tight with his hands, his chin resting on his knees. He felt the rods with his every spinal bone and knew that soon it would begin to hurt and after a while he would be unable to stand up without wincing from the numbness and the dull pain in his back. But he was so sleepy he didn't really care. His eyelids were impossible to open and it felt only natural, the most natural thing in the world, as if he was born to live with his eyes closed, wandering through the world painted black.

Edward lowered his head onto his knees, burying his nose in the folds of grey fabric, his glasses crackling threateningly. His back was already beginning to complain, the pain crawling up and down his spine. Surely he would wake up with bruises stretched upon his skin, long and blue and violet and then yellow, an addition to those he already had. He didn't mind at all, drifting away. Perhaps he should lie down on the floor, though. Cuddle up and tuck his hands under his head, that would be much more comfortable and much warmer. The air here was damp and heavy like an invisible wet cloth.

Ed stretched out his legs a bit, ready to change his sleeping position. Why hadn't he done it before, why had he slept leaning on the damn cage rods and woken up from the nightmarish semi-dreams with his whole body sore and hurt? Was he afraid of pins and needles sensation in his hands after he would so cosily tuck them under his tired head?

No, it didn't make sense at all. Ed stretched his legs further, enjoying the sensation of relaxing them a bit at last. He could even lie down on his back and stretch out his arms, too, bring this wonderful feeling of relaxation to his shoulders and his shoulder blades and his poor wounded back. The tip of his shoe now almost touched the other side of the cage. Ed began to dream and in his dream something was reaching out of the darkness behind his cage, something that looked like a thin grey spider at first. But then he looked closer through his still closed eyelids that were almost transparent, with a pattern of red blood vessels upon this transparency and he saw that it was a hand. Stripped almost naked of the flesh and the grey dead skin, with bony fingers and black nails, dirty water covering it like a glove, the hand crawled towards his left foot that he so recklessly allowed to be too close to this side of the cage.

Semi-dreaming, semi-conscious Ed realized this was the reason he couldn't lie down properly and needed to sit hugging his knees, his cage biting into his flesh as if it wanted to force its way inside him and turn his own body into another cage. The image of the rusty metal rods punctuating his flesh and sticking out of his mouth and chest and between his ribs and from his belly flashed in front of his transparent eyelids and was gone as the slimy dead hand of a drowned man finally caught his foot in a stone-cold, bone-crushing grip.

Ed woke up with a choking gasp and flinched blindly, hitting the back of his head on the metal rods, his body that had also gone to sleep waking up after him in its full painful glance. He was panting, not sure if he had opened his eyes or not for there was only darkness around. Hastily Ed resumed his sitting position, feeling dizzy and disoriented because of the pain in his head. Apparently he hit it so hard there were tears in his eyes. Ed blinked them away and they rolled down his neck and chest. They burned like wax.

When he was able to see properly, he realized there was no hand grabbing him from the cage next to his own. He thought that perhaps the cage was empty again but then he met the stare of the man inside it. Oswald was lying on the floor in the fetal position Ed so longed for and stared at him with unblinking eyes. His hands, white hands of a living human being were tucked under his head. If he had really tried to grab his foot he had been quick enough to hide that.

For some vague reason Ed waited that Oswald would ask him something like “Bad dreams, huh?”. That was really naive considering the fact that Oswald hadn't said a word to him since he arrived there. He kept silent, staring and staring at him with the eyes like two crystallized pieces of black matter, occasionally trying to reach him with his hands when Ed was carelessly close to his side of the cage. It was as if Oswald didn't sleep at all, carrying out his never-ending silent watch, because every time Ed looked in his direction he met his eyes focused on him and only on him.

That was the true reason of his most uncomfortable sleeping position and of his horrible semi-dreams. Ed had no idea what would happen if Oswald finally manages to get him. He knew only that he couldn't predict at all the outcome of it. He wasn't afraid of Oswald as much as of himself. He shot Oswald. He missed him. He missed him so badly he did drugs to see him again, hold him again, argue with him again and do things that were not entirely “again”, but “for the first time”.

And all this time Oswald had been alive somewhere. He could still remember the touch of the imaginary Oswald, born from his drugged subconscious. He couldn't dare to face the touch of the real one. This would break the cage he had built around his memories about Oswald and everything that had been kept there, all the shameful and sticky things included, would be let loose, displayed and made visible not only to him, but also to Oswald.

The thought made him nauseous and Ed tasted bile in his mouth. It was hard to swallow.

Oswald was watching him with the blank expression on his face.

His head hurt like never before.

“I had a bad dream”, declared Ed in a husky voice. There was no answer. The dungeon they were locked in seemed like a vacuum. It devoured every sound and regurgitated it as dead silence. There was some light but it never lit the place. There was no way to tell whether it was day or night outside so there was no time here. Being locked inside the cage and having not enough light to see anything made it impossible to measure how big the dungeon was, so there was no space too. Experiencing this kind of deprivation, Ed had found the smallest piece of comfort in his sleep that for now he had also been deprived of.

He wanted at least his sleep back so badly he could squirm and cry. He even vaguely remembered asking Oswald not to touch him and let him sleep instead, but he had no idea whether it was in his semi-dream or in the reality. Oswald said nothing in return anyway.

Ed imagined himself sitting here until the lack of sleep would drive him insane. He imagined this cage to be his last place to stay. He imagined that there was no escape from it, from the twisted day-dreams about horrors and misery.

He imagined that the hardest to escape was the cage within, the cage he had built himself.

Ed blinked again and the quick movement sent the drilling pain across his skull. He didn't know how long had he been sitting like that. His last words to Oswald still echoed around, there was nothing better to fill this swamp of silence with. Soon they would be gone again. This place sucked in everything that got there. He imagined being in this cage for another day, another hour or another minute, the cage inside clanking and threatening to open all by itself, presenting the things inside to this greedy emptiness.

Oswald watched Edward as he carefully, swaying like a drunk crawled towards the other side of the cage. He didn't move. Ed leaned forward and clumsily forced his shaking hands through the cage. His nails scratched the floor. In a couple of helpless grabs he finally reached for Oswald. The tips of Edward's fingers touched his chest.

He smiled and let his body relax, more feeling that actually hearing Oswald's quickened heartbeat.

And the cage opened.

[edwardnashtons]

@nygmobblespot This is why I think Jim and Harvey are taking Oswald to Ed.

[fujoshi16]

I was tagged by @chimichanglord thank youuuu 😘😘😘 Nickname: Noe, Pochi, Loli, kitten, Hanyuhi, etc 😝😝 Zodiac: Leo Height: 5'5" Last Thing Googled: Probably some lyrics 😀😀. Favorite Music Artist: I like too many, classics like Beatles, Queen, also Broadway stuff (thank you, Glee 😝😝), pop music from all times, anime music, etc. Song Stuck In Your Head: I think I still have Alumina from Nightmare on my mind cause I had to practise a lot for last night's singing contest 😝😝 Last Movie You Saw: the boss baby, it was super funny 😂😂 What am I Wearing Right Now: black leggings and a black hoodie :) Why Did I Choose My URL: I didn't have too much thought, I am a fujoshi so 😝 Do I Have Any Other Blogs: Nope. What Did Your Last Relationship Teach You: I don't really count my first boyfriends cause I was at school so 😝 Religious or spiritual: I’ve been sort of away from anything but I still believe and pray sometimes :) Favorite Color: Blue (light, dark, all of them) and pink. Average Hours of Sleep: 6 on week days and on weekends maybe 9-10 lol Lucky Number: 6 Favorite Characters: My two otps Oswald and Edward, Kurt and Blaine, and a huge amount of people from series, anime, movies, etc. How Many Blankets Do I Sleep With: one for my head, one for hugging and too many more around me 😀😀 Dream Job: Translator (English for now, cause I need a lot for Japanese, I miss it :(). I tag: @lightnessbeforedarkness @nygmaticreport @fangirlftshipper @nygmobblespot @thescarletspeedsterx

[blackratchet]

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Favorite Desserts: Ooohhh man. Um. Cheesecake... chocolate lava cake... STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE. Pumpkin pie. Mint chocolate chip ice cream. I have an insane sweet tooth, I love everything sweet ^__^;;

[thedeevirus]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Gotham (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma Characters: Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot, Butch Gilzean, Tabitha Galavan, Barbara Kean, Gertrud Kapelput, Kristen Kringle, Leslie Thompkins Additional Tags: Strippers & Strip Clubs, Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Strip Tease, Boss/Employee Relationship, Mentor/Protégé, Hallucinations, Shyness, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Dancing, Pole Dancing, Burlesque, Alternate Universe - Burlesque Club, Stripping, Demisexuality, One-Sided Attraction, Love Confessions, Love, Character Death, Murder, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Kissing Summary:The Penguin, owner of Gotham's most popular night spot hires a promising new talent, Edward Nygma, for his new strip tease. But can the manager keep his hands off the merchandise?

NEW CHAPTER 06 NOW ADDED: ‘OLD WOUNDS AND NEW’

Hope you all enjoy!

A prompt from @nygmobblespot ;)

[citylightslikerain]

Thanks, @kingofthenumpties Tags: @secretly-buckybarnes @daediniarcaliel @jessdallas @buckysworthy @nygmobblespot (as usual: no pressure!)

[mymycorrhizae]

tagged by: the biggest cutie pie @endless-nygmobblepot

Goal: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Relationship status: single

Favorite color: black and red

Lipstick or chap stick: Lipstick! I wear this shade called “Cruella”

Last song I listened to: God Knows I Tried by Lana del Rey

Last movie I watched: Crimson Peak at last week’s nygmob movie night

Top 3 TV shows: Gotham, Hannibal, Mr Robot

Top 3 characters: Hannibal Lecter, Oswald Cobblepot, Moriarty

Top 3 ships: Nygmobblepot, Hannigram, Cherik

tagging: @ravenwald @rose-for-dead-alice @nygmobblespot (because you seem so sweet!) @applegamir @nevertolatetodie (very talented) @backwardabyss (because I’m obsessed with you) @supes9 @littlehollyleaf @riddlerbird (<3)

Anyway I love doing these tag things, but if I tagged you and you’re not comfortable with these things, that is 100% ok :) <3