SUMMARY: MMA fighter Aiden Urian and journalist Kasey Marshall get caught in the middle of a storm of epic proportions. A god hit, a prophecy and several attacks later- the question is: will love save them? Or will it doom them?
Note up front: this is my one purely original baby that I have ever tossed out into the world- back in the days when I used fictionpress for it. And I think it deserves a place with all my other stories that I've been moving over from my non-AO3 days. And in this case- it's also going to get a feature on tumblr- because I can.
"Lucian Thomas and Aiden Urian are two of the best MMA fighters known to man and tonight they fought each other at Red Wall Arena in downtown Dallas. It was my first taste of the sport and it was enough to get me hooked as a fan for life. What girl wouldn't love to see two half naked men duking it out? Any ways back to the fight- the fight started out with the normal show of power and it ended in one quick motion, a knock out in the first round. Then I had this crazy idea, there was no reason to ask Urian how he had won the fight, I didn't need another recap, I did ask a personal question. And the risk has seemed to pay off. Mr. Urian just might be human after all."
-Kasey Marshall, The Dallas Morning News, 15 December 2006
The black haired man sauntered into the arena, dressed in what most people would describe as his uniform: a snug black t-shirt, ripped jeans and biker boots, with his leather jacket and helmet securely nestled under his arm. Some eyes turned to face him and there were others that did not even sense his presence. There was a shudder from some of the humans as they took in his somewhat intimidating appearance. At six foot one he was by no means the tallest of people, but his aura was enough to keep most people far away. Demigods generally did that when they were around humans, leave it to someone who had already lived for nearly 400 times the average human life span to not want to talk to them anymore. They found ways to keep people away and they were very good at it, it was one of the few things that made it possible to survive in the human world.
He stretched his arms over his head as he walked up to the metal cage and took a look at the fighters, neither of them knew they were being sized up as his next opponent. He had taken a beating about three months ago that had left the world of Mixed Martial Arts in shock, of course he knew the other "man" had cheated. He used his demigod powers on him and was now paying for that in a special version of hell. It had been a rule for as long as there had been demigods: do not attack each other unless you were willing to start a god war. MMA had given them a type of reprieve from this rule, they could fight inside these rings to their hearts content, but they must never use their demigod powers, they must never risk that they would expose the pantheons that still thrived today in the shadows of humanity.
The man had soon disappeared off the face of the earth, which was suspicious to all of those that didn't know the truth. There were rumors that he had killed the man, but that would have been far too easy of a fate. In Hades the errant demigod would be tortured for this small mishap and when he returned, he would never risk something like this again. He took no solace in the other man's demise, but it did make him smile, justice always seemed to be swift among gods. There was never any gray area, things were black and white and that was something that he had always appreciated about Olympus, even if it was something that had always confused him. He did see things in shades of gray, but he knew better than to tell any of them that, he would have been disowned otherwise.
In his three thousand years of existence, he had only been called on with his full powers once. As a god of war, he was called upon whenever the pantheons started taking issue with each other. If war was imminent, he was to be there and he was to be among the front lines, forming strategies and plotting easy ways of defeat. He was not considered to be as important as Athena. But they all knew better when it came to power, Aiden Urian was a man that no god wanted to cross and when he was in his god form, none of them did. Unless they had a death wish and he had been glad to grant them their final wishes when they were that stupid. Taking a life did not phase him in the least, it was the way that he had survived for so many years, war always benefited him. It always made him into someone that was seen as a hero, he did not like that, but he did wish to help and that meant fighting- it always had.
He took several steps away from the cage and sat down in the third row of seats. He was now among the reporters, but he did not worry that any of them would recognize him. All of them were used to seeing him in a pair of black shorts with "Untameable" written across his ass and unless they took a good look at his face, they'd never realize that the number two ranked MMA fighter was sitting beside them. Most of the reporters weren't smart enough to take a moment and look around at anything but the fight, if they had he would have been caught on several occasions. He did this on a regular basis, sometimes to scope out the competition and other times in hope of seeing the one person that he didn't snarl at. The one person that he had learned to trust above all others.
Then he saw her, his favorite reporter. She looked over at him and her gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary, but she just smiled and nodded a 'hello'. In all his years of being a fighter, he had never met a reporter that didn't pounce when they recognized him, but that was why he respected Kasey. She made sure he was left alone, she made sure that he was not just treated like a piece of meat and he didn't know why she had done it. It was almost like she understood why he was this way, but he knew that was a far cry from the truth. No one understood why he was like this, especially not someone as good of a heart as Kasey. They were from completely different worlds.
He watched her return her attention to the match and he openly smiled. If he had anything to do with it, she would not be stuck here writing MMA articles for The Dallas Morning News, but she didn't seem to mind, so he kept his mouth shut. She had more talent than what could be used at a newspaper, but it seemed that he was one of the few people that saw it. She might not be a friend in the normal sense, but she most definitely became that when she asked the one question he had been dying to answer, but no one else would dare to ask. No one else had felt that they would survive a lashing by him if he reacted to it badly, it had been her first night and she had not really known any better. He knew now that she didn't know all of the stories that the other reporters did about him. That night, she had looked up at him and faced him head on, when other people shied away from him on principle. It was unnerving and refreshing-she was the first person to have done that in nearly two thousand years and she had not even known what a miracle that it was. The question she asked, rocked him- but he was glad, even now, that it was finally out in the open.
"Demigods generally did that when they were around humans, leave it to someone who had already lived for nearly 400 times the average human life span to not want to talk to them anymore." - From post above
Alright, we're all going to have to walk. No phones. No directions. Just endless roads. Your characters probably travel to a few different places, right?
Reblog this story and share a little bit about one of the locations in your current wip!
This can be somewhere the characters go, where they're trying to get, a forest, a mountain, a town or village, a favorite coffee shop or an altar! Any kind of location will do!
Share an excerpt, chat about it, or even drop a moodboard!
in my WIP Claudia, one of the main locations is the ancient roman town of Puteoli.
its this absolutely gorgeous town with beautiful ocean vistas that my main character Claudia is visiting, the house she's staying in is pretty much a giant mansion owned by her dad's "friend" (they haven't spoken to each other in ~20 years) and she has 24hr-access to a private beach whenever she wants and of course the fanciest of food and everything else. she's in paradise is what I'm saying.
but Claudia is miserable because her dad told her no for the first time in like ten years and she's throwing a hissy fit over it and refusing to leave the house. eventually she is dragged out and she has a terrible time picking flowers but it takes like a month (she is very stubborn).
Finally posting OC Lore related content (Well I share all the lore to my friends on discord but it's time I'll do it public)
Eng. Ver:
“I had a best friend; he was a little chubby and very cheerful, but also a bit clumsy. So I used to call him ‘Tanuki’ because of that.”
He wasn’t a samurai like me, but he used to work too hard for me, he was more of a blacksmith, and I owed many of my weapons to him.
It was just another winter. The townspeople followed their custom of staying more hidden and cautious for fear that the Snow Deceiver might claim another victim, but ‘Tanuki’ saw this as an opportunity… He planned to trick him and then kill him, so that he could finally be recognized by the whole town, yes, he loved being the center of attention no matter what or how. So he made his own weapon and went into the forest.
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Months passed without him returning; his family told me they’d heard from him before he went into the forest.
'He wanted to trick the one who was tricking us,' I replied. 'I warned him over and over why it was dangerous, but he thought I was exaggerating to scare him, just like everyone else.'
It’s been a week since 'Tanuki' was presumed dead, after they discovered he’d been beheaded with a message written in blood in the snow:
‘That’s what he gets for being a empty-headed tanuki.’
— 雪の詐欺師
... I don’t mean to sound harsh, but I think he’s right. Why would someone like HIM even try to play his own games on others? It’s very... empty-headed of him; his tricks and pranks backfire just like any tanuki’s.”
— Natsuhiko Takeshi
Esp. ver:
"Yo tenía un mejor amigo, era un poco gordo y muy alegre, pero al mismo tiempo despistado. Asi que solia apodarlo 'Tanuki' por eso.
El no era un samurai como yo, pero solía trabajar demasiado para mí, el era más de la forja, y muchas de mis armas eran gracias a él.
Era un invierno cualquiera, los ciudadanos siguieron la costumbre de mantenerse más escondidos y cuidadosos por miedo de que ese Embaucador De Las Nieves consiga otra víctima, pero 'Tanuki' vió esto como una oportunidad... El pensó en engañarlo para luego asesinarlo y así, ser finalmente reconocido por todo el pueblo, sí, le gustaba ser el centro de atención sin importar qué o cómo. Así que se hizo el mismo su arma, y se fue al bosque.
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Pasaron meses desde que no volvió, sus familiares me dijeron que sabía de él antes de irse al bosque.
'El quería engañar a quien engañaba a nosotros' Respondí 'Le advertí de más el porqué era peligroso, pero pensó que lo exageraba para que le provocara miedo, como los demás.'
Ya pasó una semana desde que se dió a 'Tanuki' como muerto, debido al descubrir que terminó decapitado con un texto escrito en sangre en la nieve:
'Eso lo pasa por ser un tanuki cabeza hueca'
— 雪の詐欺師
... No quiero sonar rudo pero creo que tiene razón, por qué querría intentar hacer sus propios juegos a alguien como ÉL? Es muy... Cabeza hueca por su parte, sus trucos y bromas salen mal como cualquier tanuki."
— Natsuhiko Takeshi
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