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[uraeus56]

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

Chapter Two

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[uraeus56]

Yeah, I'm just gonna rewrite my whole thing. I just gotta charge it, man. Its kinda annoying, but I hate sloppy work, and this (to me) is the sloppiest writing I have ever made.

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

So yeah, stay tuned for a much cleaner story/ updates on my masterlist.

[uraeus56]

Ok so first of all, Jesus fuckin Christ yall. When the hell am I gonna learn how to be a decent writer and not have WAYYY TOO MANY MISTAKES IN MY FIRST AND SECOND CHAPTER!!

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.

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Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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[uraeus56]

I needed this so hard, yall don’t even know

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me rn

[uraeus56]

No deadass. I was literally watching the trailer and asking, “where’s my husband?” Like if I don’t see ANYTHING about Elliot Knight or Gaz before the game comes out, I’m gonna rage and riot

[uraeus56]

Surprise bitchess!!!!

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

Wc:4096

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.

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[uraeus56]

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)

Price tapped his fingers on the table in frustration as he looked at the picture that was paused on the tv monitor in the shitty briefing room he and his men were crammed into.

Gaz’s voice cut through the silence, sharp with disbelief. Price didn’t look at him, but he didn’t need to. He could picture the expression perfectly—brows drawn tight, jaw set, that simmering frustration barely contained behind the discipline he worked so hard to maintain. The younger man wasn’t wrong—but Price had known Laswell a long time, and he knew the woman was very fucking serious.

Laswell only gave him a blank look, leaning back slightly in her chair as she regarded them, her hand resting on a stack of folders. “Yes, I am serious, Sergeant. I understand that this is unorthodox, believe me, but this program goes higher than me, and so is this placement.”

“But ya have ta know this isn’t ginna work, Laswell,” Soap argued. His hair was slightly tussled from running his hand through it over and over again. “We don’t need a placement.”

Laswell cocked an eyebrow at him. “You very much do, MacTavish. Too many squads have either disappeared or been wiped out entirely. This team is far too valuable to lose. This is a precaution, so this is for the best.”

Gaz scoffed at her while Soap rubbed one hand down his face in obvious frustration. Ghost was the only one who didn't say anything, but Price could tell that he wasn't happy with the news either.

The “placement” they were being forced to endure and accept was actual fucking bullshit, and the reason they needed a “placement” was also bullshit.

Gods and Monsters are real.

And not the monsters that children believe live under their beds or in their closets. No, monsters as in monsters of myth: dragons, giants, fire and poison-breathing snakes, and so many more that were just believed to exist only in stores and books. But no, they are real and have apparently been around since the dawn of time; they just couldn't see them.

The same goes for the Gods. That was a fun tidbit of knowledge that rocked Soap to his core. Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Mayan, Norse—it didn’t matter what mythology you looked at. They were all real. Not just ancient history or belief systems, but living, breathing beings who still walked the earth. They didn’t sit on thrones in the sky or rule from distant realms—not entirely, anyway. Many of them lived among humans, either unseen or unrecognized, blending into cities, crowds, entire countries without anyone realizing what they were standing next to.

From what little intelligence had been scraped together, the gods weren’t really unified. Different pantheons kept to themselves, some hostile, some indifferent, some… cooperative. It was messy. Political. Old grudges, ancient wars, power struggles that made human conflict, the wars they fought and bled for look small.

Whats more is the fact that their petty squabbles and workings dragged the rest of humanity into the middle of it and the monsters that were just as hidden from us were popping out of their hiding places.

They were appearing—attacking cities, leveling buildings, leaving behind destruction that conventional forces couldn’t handle. It wasnt long before people have either started to go missing or been found torn to shreds. Entire units had been deployed, and entire units had been lost. Weapons didn’t kill the creatures—half the time they didn’t even slow them down. If anything, artillery only seemed to agitate them further, sending them into frenzies that made things worse.

Many brave men and women were lost because of these attacks.

That was, until a deal was struck between world leaders and the Gods, as insane as that sounds. The agreement was simple on paper as a quid pro quo: their heroes would kill the monsters that attacked them out in the field, and, in turn, they would remain hidden from the rest of the world, the monsters, and other people who could harm and hunt them for their own gain. Turns out monsters hate the smell of smoke and gunpowder, which the military apparently tends to be smothered in, which makes it a perfect hiding spot.

As they understood it, demigod were as the name implied, they were half human half god. And that alone gives them an advantage against the monsters. Enhanced strength, reflexes and abnormal abilities they normal people don’t have and never would. As far as Price knows, with enough training, they are quite the force to be reckoned with in the right circumstances.

But two things were made very clear to them: one was that they would be assigned was non-negotiable. And two, that their newest member was a god damn child.

That was the thought stuck on repeat in Price’s head as the argument around him continued. He tuned most of it out, gaze locked on the photo displayed on the screen. It was a headshot that morbidly resembled a yearbook photo, with a young girl at the center.

Her inky black hair was braided into a puff, her toothy smile highlighting her childish youth. She had warm mahogany skin, but she had three long scars on her right cheek that ran down from the top of her cheek, practically right next to her right eye, that curved slightly down to her chin.

Something tried to take out her eye, that was for sure.

The picture cut it off, but it looked like she was wearing jean overalls based on the straps, with an orange shirt underneath.

But what gave Price a slight pause was her eyes. They were an odd violet but clearly natural, but it unnerved him. There was no doubt about the fact that this little girl with strange eyes was a demigod, the “hero” about to be assigned to protect them from monsters.

“Captain, please, fuckin’ say something!” Gaz snapped, his hand slapping the table hard enough to rattle it.

Price dragged his gaze away from the screen, taking in Soap and Gaz’s exasperation, then Laswell’s tired but expectant look. Ghost remained unreadable as ever.

“No,” Price said flatly. “We’re not having her on base.”

“For God's sake, John,” Laswell replied, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “What part of non-negotiable is not getting through your head?”

“The part where you’re saddling us with a fuckin’ child,” he shot back. “We don’t work with children. We don’t bring them into war zones on the off chance we run into a monster. We’ve got artillery—we can handle it. We don't need her.”

Kate scoffed at him, making him grind his teeth. “What we have isn't enough. The need for stronger offensive and defensive measures, and we can't even see them until it's too late. We need someone who can see past whatever is hiding them and dispose of them, and this asset will.”

It's the fact that they really don't have much information about these monsters that really pissed Price off, not nearly as much as this ridiculous proposal Kate dropped on them, but the lack of information that they really had on these monsters and enemies. Don't get him wrong, having not much to extremely little information is not uncommon in their line of work, the lack of information they had on these monsters and how to deal with them, save for what the “Gods' representatives” told them, was ridiculous.

That wasn’t how they operated and that wasn’t how you kept men alive.

“Oh, brilliant,” Soap groaned, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “An ‘asset,’ is she? She’s a wee bairn!”

“Yes,” Laswell said evenly. “She is. And I had to call in a considerable number of favors to get her assigned to you.”

“With all due respect,” Ghost finally spoke, voice low,“we don’t give a shit what favors you pulled. We said no.” His eyes bearing into the woman. Kate looked at him and matched his stare right back.

Kate sighed, looking more and more like she's aging ten years. “As I said, this is non-negotiable. I will be leaving to pick her up at 0400 tomorrow.” She gave Price a quick, stern look at that last comment.

“From where, feckin’ primary school?” Soap muttered sarcastically.

Laswell rolled her eyes. “She’s not a toddler, Johnny. She is old enough to be cleared for this placement and has had significant training—”

“Who's her parent?” Ghost interrupted.

That shut the words right out of Laswell's throat. She gave them a hard look before leaning back into her own chair.

“Unfortunately, that information is classified until she is safely and securely on base.”

Gaz barked out a disbelieving laugh as he pushed up from his chair, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. “So let me get this straight—we’re being forced to take in a demigod child we get no say in it, and you won’t even tell us what kind of demigod she is?”

“You will know when she gets here. For the time being, you will have her file.” Laswell sternly interrupted. She stood tensely before sliding the stack of folders to the middle of the table. “This is happening, gentleman, whether you like it or not. I suggest you make peace with it, or we will have to take more extreme measures.”

“Like what?” Price gritted out, his anger starting to climb higher and higher. This cannot be happening, no fucking way are they going to streamroll them into agreeing to this.

Lawell looked him dead in his eyes with a blank expression before speaking again. “Then, the paperwork for reserved or desk duty will be filled. Effective immediately.”

That set Gaz and Soap off again, both men rising to argue, voices overlapping in sharp protest. Laswell didn’t stay to hear it. She simply walked around the table, heading for the door. Ghost just looked at the folders that sat in the middle of the table.

“This is happening John. This is the world we live in now and you all need to get used to it.”

Then she was out the door.

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“So now we’ workin’ with a feckin’ child soldier. Perfect,” Soap groaned, slumping back against the couch in their barracks. After that meeting, and the fact that they weren't getting out of this was made perfectly clear, they had no choice but to accept. Thus, here they were. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz, sitting around a low table, staring down at the file of a little girl who was supposedly meant to protect them.

Price didnt join them, no he went after Laswell, probably continuing to make their case on why this was a ridiculous move and that this would definitely do more harm that good.

Gaz rubbed a hand behind his neck roughly as he looked down at the open folder in his lap. True as Laswell said, her Godly parent was redacted, hell most of the document was, but there was still enough information to give them a slightly better picture of who would possibly be sleeping down the hall in the next day or two.

Her name was Dionne. The photo they’d seen earlier was outdated—she was younger in it. According to the file, she’d turned thirteen just three months ago.

Thirteen. She's thirteen years old.

That constant reminder rang around Gaz’s skull as his jaw tightened while he kept reading.

She hailed from the U.S., was born in Atlanta, Georgia, and is technically a ward of the state. She has a mother named Imani Jefferson, but based on what wasn't redacted, she wasn't in the picture anymore, and neither is her… stepfather? That didn’t exactly help narrow anything down. From what he half-remembered—either from school or from the rushed briefings they’d been given—gods didn’t exactly stick to one form. They could look like anyone. Anything. Men, women, animals… even their partners' own spouses unknowingly. Which he couldnt even pinpoint which aspect concerned him more.

“Jesus Christ…” he muttered under his breath.

Gaz shook his head before closing the folder shut, frustration seeping out of every pore in his body. This just felt wrong, using a child like this.

Did they have better, inhuman abilities that could be much better used to deal with these monsters? Yes, but they could have waited a while longer, or sent them a fucking adult. He didn't give a shit how much “training” she had or what that would even be; at the end of the day, they were expected to send out a kid to fight something for them, and that just didn't sit right with him.

“We’ve dealt with child soldiers before,” Ghost said from where he leaned against the wall, his own copy of the file in hand. He didn’t even look up. “This is no different.”

Soap snapped his head over to the larger man, his wide eyes focused on him.

“An’ yer fine with that?” he shot back. “An’ don’t even—this is different, Simon. We dinnae work with child soldiers.”

Ghost rolled his eyes at the Scotsman. “I’m aware of that, Johnny. Doesn’t change the fact that she is one. And if she gets here, she’ll be a liability like any other. So no, I’m not fine with her being here.”

Gaz huffed out a small laugh as he looked at the closed folder. “If she gets here”, if the captain is able to convence Laswell against this decision, but a small nagging voice in the back of his head told him that this was absolutely not going to go their way.

The door to the their barracks slammed hard enough to shake one of the few pictures on the wall, snapping all of their attention to the incomer. The growing pit in Gaz’s stomach fully dropped to the floor when he saw Price stomp into view, a deep swol married his face as he passed them, not even stopping as he headed down the hall. Moments later, another door slam could be heard, with Gaz guessing was Prices office.

SIlence filled the living room.

“Guess it didnt go over well.” Ghost bluntly said, looking back to the dossier and flipping a page. Soap swore in Gaelic, smacking his hand hard against his thigh as he ran his hands roughly through his Mohawk.

So they were getting a random demigod child of a Patheion that they dont know, whos Godly parent is not known to them, nor whatever abilities she has that is supposed to help them.

Perfect.

With no other real choice, Gaz reached over and grabbed the dossier again, staring at it and the little picture that was clipped to the top of the folder. They were getting this placement whether they liked it or not, but by no certain terms will he ever be ok with this.

“Why the feck was she charged with arson?!” Soap suddenly barked, flipping a page in his own file.

“Charges were dropped,” Ghost replied, entirely unhelpful—and if Gaz wasn’t imagining it, faintly amused by that tidbit of information.

But all Gaz could do was let out a low groan as he let his head fall into his hands as Soap ranted about their apparently soon to be arsonistic news recruit.

@bramblebunnie

[crashingcryptid]

Small fae reader, who is found by 141 in a glass bottle on some superior officers' desk. You were lethargic from lack of fresh air, your wings were weak and lacked the usual bright color most fae had, and you didn't even flinch when John lightly shook you in your bottle.

"Kept you around as a good luck charm, did they?" He hums as he gently shakes you out onto his palm. You turn your head towards him weakly, whimpering nervously when John curls his fingers around you. "Shh, it's okay. I won't crush you."

True to his word, he kept you safe until they reached the safe house and put you into a more suitable temporary home. "I've never seen a fae in real life before." Kyle whispers as he tries to peak at you through the slates of your cage. "Are the myths true? About their magic granting good luck to teams?"

"Not if you mistreat them. You saw those sorry bastards." Ghosy grunts, shooing Kyle away from your cage. "That's why we get to take care of them."

By the time you were feeling more awake, you were able to take in the space around you. It was a large enclosure, bigger than anything you'd ever had before. Plush moss, smooth rocks laid down in paths, twigs, and some beautiful flowers fill the area, making your dull wings flutter in delight.

"Oh, hello, little fae. How are you feeling?" You jolt slightly when you hear a voice, the same voice that rescued you. You pull some of the fern leaves away from the glass, grinning when you see his bearded face. "I assumed you would want more privacy in your little home."

"It's very nice. But I'm very hungry." You tap your tiny palms against the glass eagerly. "Do you have strawberries?" John chuckles as he gently opens your jar, placing down two strawberries and a small cupful of honey.

"Get your energy back, little fae. You'll fly better when you're full."

[uraeus56]

This is so fucking cute! Honestly, it kind of reminds me of that scene in Tinker Bell: the great fairy rescue, when Lizzie moves Tinker from her mini house to a cage and then a doll house.

Ugh I love ittttt

[girltalk]

May will be filled with joy.

May will be filled with love.

May will be filled with trust.

May will be filled with peace.

May will be filled with clarity.

May will be filled with miracles.

May will be filled with blessings.

[uraeus56]

Ok yall, I’m looking for a fanfic because it was a huge inspiration for my upcoming fanfiction, and I want to properly give credit and flowers where they are due, but I cannot find this bitch for the life of me.

The story is about essentially a adult magical girl that gets recruited to the 141 and it’s a poly ship. Please help because it’s so good and I want to give credit or credit is due. 

[thememedaddy]

[petals42]

people who comment on fics just to say that they are re-reading and still cried/felt emotions/loved it are the greatest people on earth and should be given a thousand dollars. 

[petals42]

addition: people who comment on fics to say that they are not even in this fandom and didn’t know the characters at all but read it anyway and loved it are also the greatest people on earth and should also be given a thousand dollars.  

[uraeus56]

No for real. There’s one Zutara fan fiction that I love with my entire being, have literally saved to almost every Dropbox account that I have. I haven’t read it in a while so I’m rereading it now, and let me tell you, this story came out in 2016 and I’m reading it now in 2026 and I’m still out here freaking out about everything in the story, catching all the things that I missed in my youth and loving every second of it.

Like it dead ass made me wanna start writing, just to see if I could be a fraction of what this creator made