“Could you fix him?”

I mean I could, but why would I want to.

Villainous F/O who calls you their pet, their toy, their tool, their treasure, their weapon, their left hand, their darling, their beloved - all at different times and in different contexts.

prompt # 20

“Why can’t you just trust me on this?” [Hero] asked, their eyes were disgustingly  hopeful, as their grip on the other’s wrist tightened.

“Because the last time I trusted you, you left me to die.” [Villain] spat, shaking the [Hero’s] hand off before storming off, leaving the hero without witnessing the heartbroken expression on their face.

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•Life's hard when you're a former villain.

•Even harder if you're a so-called reformed villain.

•The hardest would be if you were a former villain in a hero school.

•Too bad for Chisaki, he fits the last option.

•True, he healed a few students here and there as a school nurse—even assembled a broken spine from a ball of rage called Bakugo Katsuki—and received a huge smile from All Might which then led to a hug to which he wasn't too eager to receive.

•Despite his 'good' deeds, no one really came to visit just for a chat or a cup of tea.

•Deku once dropped by in order to give him a packed lunch but that was the extent of it.

•So, he was bored to death.

•And IT WAS WHOLE SHOCK WHEN A WOMAN (WAS SHE A TEACHER BECAUSE WOW? HER SMILE IS PRETTIER THAN MIDNIGHT'S) SMILED AT HIM AND GAVE HIM A WAVE.

•At first, he doubted if she really was waving at him and not some other teacher.

•When he didn't wave back—simply readjusted his mask on his face—she frowned and just seemed to sulk.

•And Chisaki felt guilty.

•From observing silently, he noticed she sulked the entire time.

•GUILT WOULD EAT HIM UP IF SHE SULKED BECAUSE HE IGNORED HER.

•But his shyness, and dislike for heroes, prevented him from talking to her.

•So, he decided to just make a move tomorrow.

•Imagine his shock—he walked to school, clad in a fur jacket while carrying his bag—when he encountered her at the school gate, gushing over her torn skirt.

•He went up to her and held the hem of her skirt to reassemble it.

•It wasn't perverted but he really did brush his fingertips against her skin.

•So, she turned around and gave him an uppercut that drilled into his skull and scattered his braincells.

•It was a joke.

•But that punch was a real shock..The woman looked harmless when she waved at him.

•But then again, the silent ones are the most dangerous.

•"Never tread in gentle waters, Chisaki," he reminded himself.

•"I'm sorry¿¿¿??" the woman apologized, bowing deeply upon noticing he meant no harm.

•Chisaki couldn't reply because of the momentary pain so he just nodded while gathering his wits to ease the pain using his Quirk.

•He reassured her it was fine and although it did hurt a bit(it hurt like hell, don't be fooled), she did a good job in defending herself.

•He should learn to throw a mean punch from her without using his Quirk.

•He jumped a little when she replied, "Oh, I can teach you. I don't have class for a week—Present Mic took over my class for a good reason, though."

•He had said that out loud. Man, Chisaki was embarrassed.

•Acting cool, he went along with it and even had the audacity to utter, "If you wish."

•He led her to his work space and she complimented the tidiness of the office.

•He was flustered. No one really paid attention to him being too tidy. They must have assumed being a nurse would mean you're tidy and he met a lot of other nurses and a few of them had sickneing habits...like throwing sheets of paper everywhere.

•The woman then proceeded to ask him questions. He was hesitant—a side effect of cautiousness—but he answered most of her questuons with ease.

•This continued for several days. Days molded to weeks and pretty soon, it would be a month since their 'unofficial' friendship.

•Since the woman got her job back from Present Mic, she spent only a few hours in his presence.

•It actually made him sad?! But it was understandable, right? She was a warm person at heart and she taught him to throw a punch that could knock out a fly.

•Did that mean a thing?

•Oh, shit. It did, didn't it?

•He wanted to see her everytime, his days got better because of her, he smiled more times than he can count...

•Was he...in-love?

•He wanted to test that theory out but he was scared.

•When the woman returned, he gave her the cold shoulder.

•To which she was confused about. Did she offend him during their last discussion?

•After pressing him for answers, she was ready to give up.

•The last thing she wanted was for him to hate her when she already had fallen for him in the first place.

•Chisaki finally spoke up after an agonizing minute of silence.

•"Do you want to know the reason for my distress?" Chisaki approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her.

•When she nodded, he leaned closer until he was in front of her, face to face.

•"You could punch me after this but I...If I were you, I'd reconsider."

•When he kissed her, his mind turned into mush.

•It was like she has been the one to reassemble him.

•And it felt so damn good because her lips were addicting and her scent filled his senses in the most delicious way.

•Upon pulling away, the woman stopped moving, speechless.

•You.exe has stopped working.

•Then she gave him the same smile she had given him at that time he was too cautious (read: shy) to do anything.

•"Are we going somewhere other than the hospital tonight then? Dinner perhaps?"

•Oh, he'd take her to the fanciest restaurant in the city and he would sure their first date was unforgettable just like their first meeting.

•Chisaki smiled back.

•And tonight, he became the happiest, former villain in a hero school.

Work With Me- Poison Ivy Imagine (Gotham)

Title: Work With Me

Pairing: Poison Ivy (Gotham, season 5) X female!reader

Musical Prompt: “Say My Name” from Beetlejuice (if you want to send in a musical prompt request, click this link).

Requested: By @you-just-yeed-your-last-haw​

Warning: I can’t think of anything but let me know if you find anything

Summary: Ivy has discovered her purpose when her powers but she can’t work alone. She needs someone to help her. What’s her technique for approaching Gotham’s most under appreciated genius?

Author’s Note: I’m writing for Gotham’s Poison Ivy because that’s the version I know the most about. Sorry to disappoint anyone! This is also kind of a twist on the song it’s inspired by so I hope you enjoy it.

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Work was only so much fun when you were in Gotham. Every other week, someone was breaking into our lab, trying to get some unsafe chemicals or just a quick high. Still, we refused to shut down. We were making a lot of forward leaps and we didn’t want that to end now.

I was on my way home, lost in my thoughts. I was trying to come up with any new experiments that we could use to continue our work. I was the resident ‘genius,’ a lot of people turned to me for help or inspiration. I was honored, that’s for sure, but I did feel used some times. I wanted to work under my own name, not the name of my company. 

My foot froze almost mid-step when I could clearly see my door. It was open. Only slightly but it was open. I reached into my purse and grabbed the little switchblade that I always kept in a secret pocket. 

I slowly pushed the door open, knife at the ready.

“Put the knife down,” I turned to look at the women standing in my kitchen. She was leaning on the island, staring at the dying rose in the middle. “I can take you down in about ten seconds, just put the knife down.”

Gilgamesh’s newest pet was pretty, you could appreciate that, but she was disrespectful to you as if she thought that bedding your husband put her above you. You knew that Gilgamesh could see her little act, but he was far too amused by it to say anything. Normally, any person who dared disrespect you would be put to death, but her little illusion was just so funny you couldn’t help but toy with her. That is, until she went so far as to presume that he loved her. That little delusion, you had to correct. 

“You have a pretty face and share his bed, little girl, that doesn’t make you special,” you purr, tilting her chin up to look at you as you corner her in the empty room. “I am the only one who will ever own his heart.” Her eyes grow wide and she opens her mouth to speak, but you aren’t finished. “You’ve had your fun, but don’t think that your place in his bedroom will protect you from the executioner. He can always find another you.” 

Neither of you sees him, but behind you, Gilgamesh watches from the doorway and grins at your beautiful, possessive display.