Hi, I love your writing! Are you still taking requests? What about a villain finding out his fav hero is actually an robot?
The hero went missing briefly and in their reunion his systems start to panic, the villain attempt to help? And finds out there is grey metal under his mask? Not skin?
"Oh," the villain said, soft. "Oh, I see."
"See what?" The hero stayed turned away, head bowed, frantically trying to shield his face. "Don't look at me. Just - what are you doing here?"
"I came to rescue you."
"R-rescue me?"
The villain stepped closer into the hero's cell. Heat radiated off the hero's back and, well. The villain pressed a finger to the back of the hero's neck; where the skin had burnt away, revealing the cold grey of metal and circuitry.
The hero gasped and whirled.
His face was - well, it was fried from the few short days he'd spent missing, captured. Where his enemies had tried to bruise him, bleed him, there were caved in spaces that revealed yet more metal. The hint of a perfect silver skull. Veins which throbbed with electricity instead of blood. Even one of the hero's eyes were gone, replaced by the startling blue of a machine staring back. Well, they were always blue but...so muffled, before, compared to what the villain looked at then.
The two of them stared at each other.
"You can't tell anyone," the hero said.
"I always thought you were too impossibly good to be true," the villain replied. "Too flawless."
"Don't," the hero whispered.
The villain took the hero's jaw, carefully, tenderly, in their hands. "Look what a mess they've made of you. I'll kill them for it."
The hero closed the one eye that he could. He trembled, so exquisitely life-like, so exquisitely alive, in the villain's palms.
"They must have been so angry when they found out what you were," the villain said. He let his finger stroke over the ruined curve of the hero's cheek. "I'm glad I got here before they destroyed you completely."
"Why? What are you going to do with me?"
The hero took a step back.
The villain let him go, for now, studying him with fresh eyes. More and more puzzle pieces clicked into place. "Do with you?"
"I'm not human."
"You're beautiful."
"I'm not - if people know -"
"I've never heard you talk like that before. System overload?"
The hero shook his head. Something sparked. "You're d-dodging the question."
"Well," the villain said, evenly. "I was going to take you out of here. Clean up your wounds at my place. That sort of thing. I could probably makeshift the kind of specialist support you currently need in my lab, but I imagine you have a much better set up at home. So I guess I'm taking you home. If that's okay with you."
"Home," the hero echoed. He stood frozen.
"Home."
"You're not mad? Mad? Mad?" The hero managed to jerk to a halt. He heaved a ragged, shuddering breath.
"No."
"I'm not human. You came to rescue a human. Human." The hero shoved a hand over his mouth. The tremors were more forceful than before.
If the villain touched him again, he would be fever hot, wouldn't he?
The villain shrugged.
"I don't understand," the hero said.
"Unsurprising. You're not running at full capacity right now, are you? So shall we pick this up again when you're out of here? And feeling a bit better? It would be tragic if I came all this way just for you to overheat in front of me."
The hero stared some more. The blue eye contracted and expanded, whirring noiselessly. The villain wished he knew what kind of diagnostics the hero was running. How it all worked. He wanted to know everything.
His brain, such as it was, must surely be the most gorgeous thing.
He'd always wanted to know how the hero ticked but this...oh, this. He held out a hand and smiled.
"It's a relief, actually," the villain said. "I'm not mad. Now. Let's get you back in your mask, shall we?"
By the time the repairs were done, it was impossible to tell. It was extraordinary. Giddying. A love letter to the best that people could be.
And the hero looked shattered by the truth of it.
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Prompt #263
"No." Villain whipped away so they couldn't see the electricity whirring behind Hero's exposed eye sockets. The do-gooder had looked really rough after their fight with Supervillain today, and Villain had thought it would be sweet to sneak into the agency dorms to patch them up. But they hadn't expected...this. "This is a lie. A trick. You're a fake. The agency is trying to screw with my head!"
"Villain," Hero begged, reaching out the metallic fingers of one stripped hand.
"You're just a copy!"
"Yes, I am a copy. In looks and in powers, I am Hero. But I am also me. I am also the person you fell in love with."
Villain shook their head rapidly. "I've seen Hero bleed. Hero is human."
"Hero is dead."
Villain's stomach lurched, and they whirled on the robotic fraud standing in their lover's place.
"Has been for years," Not-Hero said. "You never knew them. You saw them on TV sure, and they saved you that one time all those years ago. But everything else. The talks, the dates, the kisses. That was me."
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Takutanuva was a character I was never quite satisfied with in his varied looks across the Bionicle franchise, so the other night at work I found myself doodling ideas for what he might look like if he ever showed up when I did Bionicle stuff =)
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"We are both our father's children. Does that not count for anything?"
"He is not your father."
"He made me," the android murmured. Their head tilted as they examined the protagonist. "What would you call that if not parenthood?" Their lip curled. "Playing at godhood?"
The protagonist's jaw clenched. They concentrated, and failed, at keeping their breathing even.
"I understand why it would be difficult for you," the android continued. "Why you would feel the need to compete. He made being the hero so effortless for me. It's in my programming. In my bones, as they say."
"You're soulless."
"Perhaps, but I do good. You though..." The android's head tilted the other way. "You killed your maker. You would kill me, damn anyone who gets in the way. You are not good."
"I'm human."
"That's hardly a heroic act."
"Easy to say when you're not human."
The android smiled, or at least mimicked such a thing. Their sibling. They looked the same as they had always done, going from eldest child to youngest as the years clawed their way past. They reached out a hand, and gently pressed the bruise on the protagonist's cheek.
The protagonist wasn't sure if the smile was sad because it was a poor imitation, or because...well. The other because was worse.
"I am programmed to hunt villains," the android said. "To stop them. This could be me stopping you. This conversation. I'd like that."
"Go to hell." It came out raspy.
The android let their hand fall, more convincingly warm and reassuring than the cold touch of anything living.
"I am superior and I am alone," the android said, softly. "I am already there."
Their hero appearance flickered into place.
"You deserved better than our father," the android said. "I think maybe I did too."
And then, they attacked, and the two of them weren't children training anymore.
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