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Hey bitches, bros, and non-binary hoes. Its ya girl, Jay. I use she/her pronouns, but I also don't really care. Welcome to my madness😂

Now I'm not new to the fanfiction universe, but I am new at actually posting my nonsense for the whole world to see. So please be kind and applaud me for my bravery.

I also cross post (when I remember) on my Ao3, so I'll link that too. Eventually, I'll post the stories I made on Ao3 on here, but I'm just a girl who has raging ADHD and forgets this way too easily.

Stay queer. Stay weird, and have a good time!

My Ao3

Guns, Smoke, and Ivy's

Chapter One

And not even "it's fanfiction, so it doesn't need to be Shakespeare" type, but "Is this girl even literate?"

Like I’m just sitting here in my bed, rereading my stuff to make sure I keep up with my own mess, only to find so many mistakes. Like I literally wrote and rewrite a section of dialogue and didn’t even catch it.

AND THATS NOT EVEN THE WORST PART OF OT ALL. My dumb dumb brain realized that my 3rd and 4th chapter needs to be redone because I just realized that time zones ARE A THING and it would not have made sense at all.

I am a whole collage graduate, I am bringing so much shame to my family and ancestors right now, it’s insane

Ima need to lock in and basically redo my whole story. So for those who have liked/read my story, I am very sorry for my silliness and will rewrite it. It’s genuinely a baby of mine and I refuse to let it be complete nonsense.

Despite the overwhelming fear of my terrible writing, I bring forth another chapter. I’m trying to figure out how to make a master list so once I finger that mess out, I shall create one but for now, here is my mess of writing.

Btw, thank you click on my story and give it a little like or reaction. Means a lot, such as I know shy about actually posting things on this app since people can be mean 😢

I shall give you all my love, in the form of fanfiction

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The heavy thumps hitting the dirt behind them sent her running faster, her chest tightening as splinters scratched and stung her cheek. She scrambled over fallen logs and ducked under low branches, her leggings tearing as her backpack snagged on sharp limbs. She shoved leaves and brush out of her face, trying to stay low, trying to stay quiet.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Every part of her body hurt—her arms, her stomach—but she didn’t stop. The burn along the back of her leg throbbed with every step, but it was nothing compared to the fear flooding her veins. The roars, the screaming, the cracking of trees behind them—it all pushed her forward, faster, harder.

If they caught them, they were dead.

“Come on, we’re almost there! Just keep looking forward!”

Dionne tried to listen to May—she really did. But then she heard it. A screech that haunted every one of her dreams. Her head snapped back over her shoulder, tears blurring her vision—and she saw it.

The monster.

The one that followed her into sleep. The one that never left.

“DIONNIE!” it shrieked, voice warped and wrong. “You can’t run from me forever, my sweet girl!”

No—no, no, no, no—

The forest seemed to close in around her as she ran, branches knitting together overhead until the sky was nothing but thin, broken slivers of pale moonlight. They were almost there… right? May said it wasn’t far. May said they’d be safe.

But now it felt like that place didn’t exist at all.

Like safety was just a story.

A lie.

May’s hand tightened around hers, dragging her forward. They ran a few more yards before May yanked her down behind a massive fallen trunk.

“Okay… okay,” May whispered, peeking just over the edge. “We didn’t lose them—but we’ve got some distance.”

Dionne barely heard her. Her fingers clutched desperately at the front of May’s shirt, her heart pounding so loud in her chest she swore it might burst straight out of her ribs. Her breathing came in broken gasps, her vision swimming with tears.

I’m going to die.

She’s going to catch me. She said she would.

I never should’ve come here.

I should’ve stayed in the hospital.

I should just stop running…

It’ll be quick. She said it would be quick, right?

I wanna go home.

I want my mama.

Maybe May sensed her spiral, because the older girl grabbed her shoulder to make Dionne face her. ““Hey. Look at me.” Her voice was firm, steady. “You need to dry your eyes. They can smell fear, okay? So don’t let them. Breathe. Just like I taught you.”

Her thumb moved in slow, grounding circles against Dionne’s shoulder.

“Breathe in… and out. We’re almost home free.”

Dionne tried. Gods, she tried.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Her lungs hitched, but she forced the air in anyway, then pushed it back out, again and again, chasing the rhythm May had drilled into her. For a moment, it actually worked.

Then another roar broke out ahead of them, and by how loud it was, it was safe to assume that the monsters that were coming for them were coming closer, looking for them.

A soft slink sound filled the area, and Dionne looked over at May, her eyes widening slightly in surprise at the shiny brown knife in her other hand. Before she could question her, May let go of her shoulder just to grip her right arm tightly, and quickly sliced into her palm.

“Hey–!” Dionne exclaimed, but her protested locked in her throat when she watched May quickly slide the side of the now bloody knife on both sides of her cheek, smearing red against her skin before wrapped Dionne’s hand with a ripped piece of her shirt. She looked at May with scared, puzzled eyes, only to meet her own with stony determination.

“You need to listen to me,” May said, voice low and urgent as she peeked over the log again. “Do you see those lights?”

Dionne looked behind them, and there in the near distance were lights. The bright glow of yellow and orange filled Dionne’s chest with hope, hope that they might actually survive the night.

“Y-yes, I see them.”

“Good.” May’s grip tightened. “When I tell you, you run straight toward them. Don’t stop. Don’t look back. You find the building I told you about—remember what it looks like?”

Dionne nodded weakly.

“You go there. Immediately. You do not stop for anything. Do you understand me?”

Dionne looked at her with wide eyes. Why was she talking like that? Why did her words make her more scared than any of the monsters that hunted them did?

“Promise me, Dionne!”

“I-I pro-omise.” Dionne sputtered out, her voice hiccuping as she tried to get the words out.

May nodded at her, giving her a tight smile. “Good girl. Now go, run.”

Dionne hesitated for a second, prompting May to shove her roughly to her feet, pushing her to move. She scrambled into a run, her backpack thumping on her back. Her vision blurred but all she could to was wipe her eyes with her sleeves and keep on running.

“HEY! OVER HERE, YOU BIG UGLIES! YOU WONT CATCH US!”

Dionne heard May’s taunts to their pursuers behind her, and the roars and snares that followed. But May’s voice sounded far away, in the opposite direction she was going.

She was leading them away. Giving her a chance to get to safety.

Dionne is scared out of her mind, scared for May and wants her to be back with her. She sees the glow of the lights getting closer and closer, and soon she sees a large wooden and white stone archway with ivy wrapped around it.

This was the safety May told her about. She was almost there…..

“DIONNE!”

The sharp screech of her name made her stumble over her feet, crashing her to the ground. She felt a sharp pain in her ankle, but when she looked back to check her leg, she immediately regretted it as her monster, in all her fiery rage, lunged at her with her claws extended right at her.

Reaching for her…

Dionne shot out of bed with a start, gripping the scarred side of her face as her heart raced. Her eyes darted around the space around her, seeing no monster, no forest.

All she could see was the familiar sights of her cabin: the rows of empty bunk beds lined against the walls, most still neatly made with untouched purple sheets. The cluttered floor littered with clothes, books, and various trinkets that she kept promising herself she’d organize “later.” The small stage tucked into the back corner still held the puppets she’d used the night before during storytime with the younger campers. The lavender couch near the window remained buried beneath unfolded laundry and the busted chestplate she really needed to return to the Hephaestus cabin before the next Capture the Flag game.

Lilac curtains drifted softly in the morning breeze spilling through the open window, carrying the scent of pine, strawberries, and distant campfire smoke.

Nothing was out of place, thankfully.

Still, her heart beat roughly in her chest. The remnants of that nightmare still danced in the corners of her mind. She hadn't dreamt of that night for a while now, and she couldn't help but be pissed off at the loss of control.

Breathe in. Breathe out. It was just a dream, just a dream.

She repeated those words over and over in her head as she willed her lungs to stop constricting, for her heart to slow the heck down. She cannot be having a nightmare-induced panic attack this early morning.

It took a minute or two, or maybe longer since there was no clock in the cabin, but she was able to calm herself down, allowing her hand to finally drop from her face as she flopped back on her bed.

She stared up at the ceiling, tracing the dark oak beams overhead and the ivy vines draped lazily across them.

Today was the day she was getting shipped out. A part of her was honestly excited, wondering where she would be sent. Maybe she’d stay somewhere in the States—or maybe she’d end up overseas somewhere exciting, somewhere full of new foods, new stories, and strange places she could tell the younger campers about when she came back. She wasn't running out of material per se for the others, but it would be nice to have new material.

On the other hand, Dionne would be lying if she weren't confused as to why she was being sent in the first place. She understood that she qualified after completing her first quest and making it back safely; she completed the training courses faster than most others in her age category. But she also understood that she had just barely made the cutoff to be considered for placement with any agency or group. Usually, Chrion only allowed the older kids to be placed.

And Chrion told her that the likelihood of her being placed in general would be low due to her….condition. So what changed, exactly? She was grateful, but she should probably ask him before she was supposed to leave.

What time was she supposed to head out again? She still hadn't backed, so she should probably do that sooner rather than later.

A knock at her door snapped her out of her thoughts, tilting her head to the sound.

“Dionne, you up yet? You're going to be late for breakfast!”

Nightmare or semi-dissociative moments aside, there was no way she was going to be late for breakfast! With that sudden burst of determination, Dionne climbed out of bed and let her bare feet hit the smooth and cold floor.

“Ok, ok, I’m coming!” Dionne shouted as she quickly got dressed out of her jammies and into a hopefully clean camp shirt and shorts. At least it smelled clean and didn't have any notable blood or grass stains so that's a win in her books. Another rapid knock made her roll her eyes before she walked to her door and yanked it open.

In front of her was a shorter girl with jet black hair pulled up in a high ponytail. She was wearing her camp shirt with her “outside pants” on, which were literally just pajama bottoms with cute little birds and rainbows all over.

“最終 !” the girl at the doorway exclaimed in Cantonese, not even waiting before she walked right into her cabin. She looked around briefly with her hands on her hips. “Your room is a mess.”

“No, Kiko, please,” Dionne deadpanned as she shut the door behind her. “Come on in. You know I love when you break into my room an’ judge me before nine in the morning.”

“Well, lucky for you, it’s actually 9:45,” Kiko shot back while bending down to pick something up off the floor. “So technically I’m late to judge you.”

Dionne snorted softly and rolled her eyes as she slid her bonnet off, revealing the neat braids Everett from the Apollo cabin had redone for her before he left for Los Angeles.

Thank the gods for Everett.

A bunch of campers had already started leaving now that spring break was ending. Camp always got quieter around this time of year.

Kiko, meanwhile, had apparently already begun her daily ritual of trying to clean Dionne’s room against her will. The girl had a slightly terrifying obsession with keeping things “organized” and “tidy.” She claimed clutter was bad for the mind and soul.

Dionne personally thought Kiko just had OCD tendencies she refused to acknowledge.

Dionne allowed Kiko to continue cleaning her room as she finished her own routine, putting her braids in a loose bun before walking back to her bunk to grab her flannel.

“Do you know what they're serving today?” Dionne asked.

Kiko shrugged, folding what looked like the sixth shirt she’d found abandoned on the couch. “How would I know? I came straight here because I knew you’d sleep in.”

Dionne raised an eyebrow at her as she slid her flannel on, tying the oversized shirt in the middle. Really? The daughter of Hypnos is trying to lecture her on sleeping in?

Be so for real.

“Well, then let’s go,” Dionne said, looking through a small mirror to make sure there was no dried drool or crust on her face. “And stop folding my clothes. They’re just gonna end up back on the couch.”

Kiko huffed dramatically but dropped the shirt anyway before standing. “Whatever. You’re lucky cleaning your disaster of a cabin calms me down.” Dionne gave her a puzzled look, but Kiko just waved her off and headed for the door.

Dionne followed behind, braving the bright, wonderfully shining sun as she took in the sights and sounds of the waking camp. It was still early enough that it wasn't too busy in the cabin area, and everyone was still getting ready for the day.

With a deep breath, she and Kiko made their way to the dining pavilion in the hunt for breakfast.

~*~

The dining pavilion was just as packed as ever, with campers clamoring around their tables and the buffet counter, the poor nymphs doing great work at feeding the masses.

If there was one thing she could also count on is that it was always loud and rowdy here. Everyone talking and laughing with each other, hopping from one table to another and another.

As they passed by the buffet line, Dionne caught a few looks directed at her. Some smiles and waves, ones that she returned, and others that looked at her with twisted disdain, envy, or annoyance.

She had a pretty good idea as to why she got those looks. News traveled fast around camp, and the fact that she’d gotten placed despite her age definitely hadn’t gone unnoticed. But she just ignored them as her desire for food in her belly outweighed any petty snark she could have dished out.

When they finally got through the buffet line and got their food, Dionne made her way to one of the small fire pits to give her offering to her father before heading to her designated table. It had a dark purple tablecloth with a gold trim, and two large cornucopias with fresh grapes and various fruit stuffed inside, laid in the center.

Dionne settled in her seat and started eating her breakfast, waffles with strawberry syrup and scrambled eggs with fruit, and started to watch the others around her. As she suspected, even with all the noise, camp definitely felt emptier than usual. Most of the seasonal campers had already gone home now that school was starting back up. The few remaining kids were probably leaving within the next couple of days, but most of them, like her, were year round campers.

A thunk of a tray startled her, and when she looked up, she saw Kiko sliding into the bench, digging in before she even sat down.

“Ummmm, why are you over here an’ not at your table?” Dionne asked, popping a grape in her mouth. Technically, campers weren’t supposed to sit at other gods’ tables unless invited, but the sour look on her friend's face made her keep that little reminder to herself.

Kiko made a face at her as she started stabbing at her food. “I cannot sit by him, not today.”

Dionne’s eyes narrowed in confusion as she looked over Kiko’s shoulder to look over at the Hypnos table.

There, sitting at the table surrounded by a bunch of other boys, was Kiko’s twin brother, Kino. If they wore the same clothes and had the same hair length, they would look completely identical. But while Kiko enjoyed her long hair, Kino cut his short enough to almost look like a buzz cut. Kino was laughing with the other boys but Dionne caught him looking over in their direction a few times.

“What did he do to piss you off this time?” Dionne asked half jokingly, starting to rip up her syrup drenched waffle.

Kiko let out a very humorless laugh. “Hunter and Seth dared him to give nightmares to random cabins, and like the idiot that he is, he freaking did it!”

Kiko started ranting in Cantonese about the rest of her annoyance, not noticing that Dionne had dropped her waffle back on her plate in shock and anger.

So it was Kino’s fault that she had that nightmare. Dionne looked back at him with a snarl on her face before clocking that other kids were giving him either the same or even nastier looks.

To his small credit, he looks slightly ashamed at the looks he was getting, but that credit pretty much washed away when Seth gave him a solid pat on his back, and Kino just smiled up at him.

“Is that so?” Dionne muttered darkly.

“Ugh, he’s so frustrating!” Kiko exclaimed, nearly slamming her fork down. “Chiron grounded him and put him on bathroom duty for a week after he found out, but still! That’s not what our powers are supposed to be used for! But he thinks Hunter and Seth are sooo cool, so he just goes along with whatever they say!”

Dionne scoffed as she roughly bit into one of her waffle pieces. The fact that Hunter and Seth were the masterminds of this little prank did surprise her in the slightest. They may have been claimed by Hermes and Ares, respectively, if Eris herself had come down and claimed those two idiots as her children; Dionne would have responded with “Yeah, and water's wet.”

They always pull crap like this, and while they do get punished for it, once Chrion's back is turned, they’re right back at it again, tricking some other poor kid to pull another prank.

Nothing to the point of getting suspended or even exiled, gods forbid, but they were still a pain in the ass.

“Oh gods,” Kiko suddenly gasped, leaning in close. “Did he get you too?”

“Nah, slept like a baby.” She lied as she continued to eat. No way was she going to admit that she had nightmares last night that led to a halfway panic attack. No need to incur Kiko’s anger any further when she already looks like she was going to strangle her brother, in her opinion.

“And Kino got punished at the end of the day,” Dionne continued with reason as she continued to eat, really focusing on keeping her cool. “And their attention on him won’t last. They’ll find another sucker to trick and this will be old news.”

Kiko crossed her arms at Dionne’s words, making the latter sigh. She was always a stubborn one but Dionne knew that this wont last, that the twins will probably be sitting next to each other again before the end of the day.

Is this what all siblings are like? She was an only child as far as she knows, at least from her mom. Sure people fight and make up, but the way these two get into fights and how fast they make up always made her wonder if thats what its like having a sibling.

Maybe its a twin thing.

“Enough about him,” Kiko said, refocusing on her food in a more gentle manner. “Do you know where you're getting placed?”

Dionne smiled faintly as she finished off the last of her waffle. “Nope. No clue. I think I leave today, though? I can’t really remember.”

Kiko stared at her in horror.

“And you haven’t packed?!” she whisper-yelled. “Your cabin is a disaster, you could be leaving for who-knows-where today, and you haven’t packed?!”

Dionne rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Man, I wish I could get placed,” Kiko sighed dreamily. “Seeing brand-new places, fighting monsters… Maybe I could even visit my family in Osaka one day. I’ve always wanted to go.”

“Have you finished your requirements yet?”

Kiko immediately deflated. “No. Not even close. I’m not good with weapons like you or the Ares kids are.” She perked up a little. “But maybe if I impress Chiron enough this summer, I’ll qualify! Maybe even get picked for a quest.”

Dionne smiled softly at her enthusiasm. They shared theories about where Dionne might be placed and which souvenirs she should bring in an easy, calm conversation. The dining pavilion started to thin out as other kids finished their meals and went off to do their camp activities.

She’ll miss this when she leaves. She knows (more like hopes) she’ll be back from wherever she was heading, but it doesn't change the fact that she was leaving her friend and the safety of camp to go help people she didn't know. The curse of being a hero, right?

Chiron clopped his hooves against the stone floors of the pavilion, and based on how loud it was getting with each step, it was safe to assume he was coming in her direction.

“Good morning, Mr. Chiron!” Kiko said happily. Dionne tilted her head back, spotting the older centaur standing behind them with his usual kind smile.

“Good morning, Ms. Shizuka,” Chiron said warmly. “Though, if memory serves, the table dedicated to Hypnos is not this one.”

Kiko’s smile faltered slightly. “Yeah… I know. I just didn’t want Dee sitting by herself.”

“And I invited her,” Dionne added, even though that also was a lie. A little white one, but its not like it will actually hurt anyone.

“I understand that, and you are a good friend. But we must remember to respect the gods and tributes, even if it's something as simple as a table.”

Kiko nodded before shooting Dionne an apologetic smile, rising out of her spot with her tray and heading back to her father's table. Once they were alone, Chiron turned his attention to Dionne, who was quietly eating a piece of fruit.

“Have you packed for your placement yet?”

Dionne’s silence answered for her.

Chiron sighed the sigh of a man who dealt with teenagers far too often.

“I see,” he murmured. “Then I suggest you finish breakfast and begin packing soon. You leave in approximately an hour and a half, and it would be rather impolite to keep your escorts waiting.”

Dionne nodded absently, picking at a piece of fruit before finally voicing the question sitting in her chest.

“Where am I going?”

“You’ll primarily be stationed overseas,” Chiron explained. “The United Kingdom, specifically. There has been a notable increase in monster sightings and attacks there recently. You’ll assist in dispatching them.”

A small smile tugged at his face.

“I trust that won’t be too dull for you.”

Dionne let out a small laugh. So, she was going overseas? It should be fun, but now that she'd really heard it out loud, a part of her was kinda sad and a little nervous about leaving the country. The farthest she had ever been was to Mexico, and that was for one of the camp’s field trips with supervision and emergency satyrs everywhere.

“It won’t be forever,” Chiron added gently, noticing the shift in her expression. “The original request was for an indefinite placement, but negotiations settled on six to eight months. You should return before the end of the year.”

That…. was a lot less time than she expected. Normally, placements last for like a year or two, not half that time.

“Um, ok. Is my father seeing me off?”

“We can discuss the details further once you’ve packed and arrived at the Big House.” He smiled faintly, ignoring her previous question.

Guess that’s a no then. So either he’s still at Olympus for the Spring Equinox or he's enjoying that bit of freedom he has before trudging back here.

“Though I’d recommend bringing warm clothes. I hear it rains quite often there.” He finished before stepping away, though he paused long enough to offer one final comment.

“This is a great honor, Dionne. For both you and your father. You will make him very proud.”

Then he turned and continued through the pavilion, greeting other campers as he went.

He wasn't wrong; it was an honor that not many kids got to experience. She was going out and going to be a hero, just like she was supposed to be.

So she ignored the uncomfortable knot forming in her stomach as she stood and cleaned up her tray.

She could save her other questions for later. Right now, she had clothes to pack and make sure she got her weapon back from the armory shed.

Ok, so this is inspired by a Tumblr creator, bramblebunnie, so go check them out because their works are super good! This is my own spin on their “magical girl and the 141” but with my favorite magical world type: MYTHOLOGY!!!!! Please be kind and dont hate this too too much. Ill also be cross posting on my ao3 so check out whatever mess I got on there too lol.

WC:2663 (it’s the first chapter, bare with me, please)