MCYT Oneshots (Written by AI)

Hero/Villain AU (Grian x Scar 1/3)

A/N: You're reading the title and going "What?! One of three??" Yep, I did the same AU three times, just rerolled twice, then one of them I changed a thing her or there, so, enjoy dear readers!

Hermit City, a sprawling metropolis of innovation and ambition, always shimmered under the guidance of its protectors and the menace of its villains. Among the renowned names were Hotguy, the city's valiant hero, and Watcher, its enigmatic villain. Hotguy, known in his civilian guise as Scar, soared above the city with unmatched precision, his bow and flaming arrows a symbol of justice. Watcher, or Grian as he was known in another life, wielded powers of surveillance and manipulation, always one step ahead, observing and plotting from the shadows.

Their paths had crossed countless times, each battle escalating in intensity and fervor. Their latest clash erupted in the heart of Hermit City, the sky painted with the orange glow of Hotguy's arrows and the eerie shimmer of Watcher's portals. Buildings trembled, and citizens watched in awe and terror as their protector and tormentor danced a dangerous ballet of strength and wits. Hotguy's arrows flew true, but Watcher's portals deftly redirected them, making it seem like a ceaseless game of cat and mouse.

But on this fateful day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cityscape, something shifted. During a particularly fierce exchange, Watcher faltered, a momentary lapse that left him vulnerable. Hotguy's arrow grazed his arm, drawing blood and a sharp hiss of pain. Instead of pressing the advantage, Hotguy hesitated, an unexpected pang of concern flickering in his eyes. Watcher seized the opportunity to flee, vanishing into the labyrinthine alleyways of the city.

Scar, breathless and determined, followed the trail of blood droplets that led deeper into the underbelly of Hermit City. The chase was relentless, both combatants weary yet driven by an unspoken connection that neither fully understood. When Scar finally cornered Grian in an abandoned warehouse, the air crackled with tension. Arrows and portals clashed once more, the structure groaning under the strain of their powers.

In the midst of the battle, Scar's resolve began to waver. He noticed the way Watcher's eyes flickered with something more than malice, a glimmer of something almost... human. Each time their gazes met, the intensity of their conflict seemed to blur into something more intimate. As the fight wore on, Scar's strikes grew less lethal, his movements more hesitant. It was as if the hero within him was beginning to see the villain as something more than a mere adversary.Grian, too, felt the change. Hotguy's arrows, once instruments of pure destruction, now seemed to carry a message of understanding. His own attacks softened, the portals more defensive than aggressive. The realization hit them both like a lightning bolt: they were inexplicably drawn to each other. In the chaos of battle, love began to bloom, fragile and unexpected.

Their final clash that night ended not in victory or defeat, but in a silent truce. Panting and exhausted, they stood across from each other, weapons lowered, hearts racing. Without a word, Grian opened a portal and stepped through, leaving Scar alone in the dimly lit warehouse. But this time, Scar didn't pursue. He watched the portal close with a sense of longing, the seeds of an impossible romance taking root in his heart.

In the days that followed, Hermit City buzzed with rumors of the truce. Hotguy patrolled the skies with renewed purpose, his thoughts often drifting to the elusive Watcher. Meanwhile, Grian observed from the shadows, his surveillance tinged with a newfound affection for the hero he once sought to outwit.

Their next encounter was inevitable, a collision of destiny rather than duty. It happened in the outskirts of the city, amidst the ruins of an old fortress. Their battle was fierce but different, charged with unspoken feelings and mutual respect. As the night wore on, they found themselves standing close, faces inches apart, the animosity replaced by a simmering tension.Without thinking, Scar reached out, his hand brushing against Grian's cheek. The touch was electric, a spark that ignited their hearts. Grian didn't pull away; instead, he leaned into the touch, his eyes closing briefly. The world seemed to hold its breath as their lips met in a tentative kiss, a declaration of the bond they could no longer deny.

From that moment on, their relationship transformed. They became secret allies, balancing their public personas of hero and villain with private moments of tenderness. They met in hidden corners of the city, sharing stolen kisses and whispered promises. The boundaries between right and wrong blurred, replaced by a shared desire to protect Hermit City while cherishing their love.

Scar and Grian's love story became the stuff of legend, a testament to the power of love in the face of adversity. They continued their dance of heroism and villainy, but with a deeper understanding and respect for one another. In the heart of Hermit City, beneath the battles and the bravado, they found solace in each other's arms, proving that even the unlikeliest of heroes and villains could find love.

WC! 856 with the Author's notes

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