The Red Means I Love You ...

🩸 the red means i love you ... 🩸

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ooo she just a babey,,, just a lil bit of bloodlust nothing to worry about ,,,

Is this anything?

Could you write something about the (lightly) injured villain waking up in the hero's apartment and attacking them, then getting surprised at the realization that hero saved and patched them up?

The villain woke up on a sofa. It would have been fine, except for the fact that it wasn't their sofa.

They bolted upright, heart jack-knifing, gaze sweeping around the room. Plants and bits of scrap and bolts of metal everywhere. Tools. A mess of sharp things.

The hero stepped into the doorway, clutching two steaming mugs of tea. Their eyes widened.

The villain was already on them; tea flying, fingers curled tight around the hero's throat, knocking the air out of them as they tackled them down hard onto the floor, straddling the hero's hips.

"Easy!" The hero wheezed, holding their hands above their head. "I'm not-"

"-Where am I?"

"My home. I'm not going to hurt you."

"You kidnapped me."

The memories filtered through and the villain's brow furrowed. The hero was saying something, starting to look a bit frantic with the crushing grip around their windpipe, but the villain wasn't listening.

Distractedly, their hand rose to the back of their neck, where their neural network was. They remembered the splintering damage. Wiring visible. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

All they felt beneath their hand was smooth skin. Perfectly fine.

The villain's hand recoiled from the hero's neck, but they didn't get up, staring at them.

The hero gasped for air.

The villain's eyes narrowed.

"You saved me," they said. "You...fixed me."

The hero managed a nod.

"Why?"

"Can you...get off me?"

The villain put their hand on the hero's throat again, but didn't squeeze. They felt the hero swallow beneath their palm. Warm and soft and oh so fragile.

"Did you change anything?" the villain asked, low and lethal.

"N-no." The hero's eyes were still so very wide. "I didn't even know until I saw that you weren't - that you are -" The hero floundered.

The villain's jaw clenched.

Cyborg. Android. They weren't entirely certain which was the best descriptor for exactly what they were. Born, but not made. Born, then remade? Something. A human heart and human coverings, but not much else beneath the surface that could truly be called flesh and blood.

"I've never seen anything like you," the hero whispered. "But I did my best to help."

The villain's gaze swept the room again, catching once more on the scrap and the tools. Not a torture chamber. The cramped home of someone who liked to tinker. Who were, whether they were quite aware of it or not, exceptionally skilled at tinkering.

They should definitely kill the hero, for knowing as much as they did. It would be easy to do. They'd taken the hero by surprise, they already had them pinned. All it would take was a twist of their wrist and the hero's neck would snap.

The hero didn't claw at them. They didn't try and persuade the villain to let go. They wet their clearly dry lips, like they were considering trying to say something.

"Why?" the villain asked, again.

"Because that's what I do." The hero seemed nonplussed. "I try to fix things. I try to help."

The villain stroked their thumb along the line of the hero's neck. The hero's breath - already unsteady - gave a noticeable quiver. They swallowed again. Their fingers twitched on the floor.

"You seem fine, anyway," they mumbled. "So you can go, if you like. I should clean up the tea."

"You did not think to restrain me."

"I thought about it."

"But you did not."

"I didn't want you to wake up scared."

The hero sounded like they were being honest, but so did most skilled liars. Still.

The villain couldn't quite bring themselves to kill the hero, as convenient and swift as it could be. The hero was warm beneath them.

"I'm never scared," the villain said, proving precisely that point about liars and their convictions. They rose to their feet, watching the hero still splayed beneath their legs for a moment.

Stamp. End it. Fix nothing. The world did not, after all, deserve to be fixed.

"Thank you," the villain said.

The hero backed up, into the tea stain, standing when the wall was against their back to support them and they were as far away from the villain as they could be. Their eyes stayed glued to the villain, but they summoned a smile that also looked genuine.

A surprise.

Everything about the hero was surprising.

The villain wanted to smile back. They did not.

"I know I said you could go," the hero said, after a moment. "But I would like to run some tests. I'm pretty sure you're fine - the injury was mostly surface, minor. But..." They shrugged.

"You wish to examine me."

The hero cleared their throat, scrubbing a hand over the back of their own neck. "You can say no."

The villain did not say no. They backed up to the sofa they had woken up on and sat down.

The hero approached them, after a beat. They were gentle.

The villain fled out the window when the hero went to make more tea, heart jack-knifing for an entirely different reason whenever they saw the hero after that.

IF A CREEP WANTS YOUR NUMBER

A series of fake numbers to leave behind.

1-888-447-5594 - Easter egg number for finishing God of War, contains a dramatic speech. Personal favorite.

605-475-6968 - Rejection hotline, politely explains that whoever gave you this number turned ya down, buddy

888-276-6760 - The 24-hour Klu Klux Klanline where you can get a FREE INFORMATION BOOKLET!!!!1!

866-740-4531 - Only responds with “I am Groot”

206-569-5829 - Seattle radio station “Loser Line”. If they leave a weird voicemail, it could get broadcast over the airwaves.

Stay safe, people.

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AWAWWWWWW SO CUTE THANK YOU!!! I love the fluffy hair and everything awawwufzutz !!!!!!

Absolutely ADORED the idea of drawing designs based on mutuals layouts so I had to do my own takes with some mutuals of mine!

This was so much fun hehe

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