#AIO fanfiction

[aiorevelations]

NEW AIO FANFIC!

Merry Christmas Everyone! In honor of the holiday we have written a new Christmas fanfic. So enjoy! ❤️

#adventures in odyssey #aio #adventuresinodyssey #aio fanfic #adventures in odyssey fanfic #AIO Fanfiction #adventures in odyssey fanfiction #jason whittaker #john avery whittaker #monty whittaker #connie kendall #jules kendall #Bernard Walton #eugene meltsner #Katrina Meltsner #buck meltsner #penny basset #wooton basset

[aza-aio]

To the Ends of The Jungle: Mission Three Preview:

by: aza-aio

Chapter 1

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It has been a month since the mission in Iran. He was now sitting in one of the many NSA Offices in Washington D.C. USA. “Jason Whittaker and Tasha Forbes; Donovan will see you now.” As the receptionist turn her attention away from them, and to the ringing phone labeled with the NSA logo. Tasha headed toward Jason who went ahead of her and graciously opened the door. They both walked inside and took a seat in front of Donovan. Once they were settled, Donovan spoke, “You two have been assigned to your next mission.” Before he could continue Jason blurted out sarcastically” This’ll be good for my health.” Tasha rolled her eyes. While Donovan gave him a sharp look,” Jason…” His voice was filled with warning. Jason gave an Innocent look to both. ” What did I do?” Tasha spoke sternly. “You KNOW exactly WHAT YOU did.” Jason wanted to protest, but the knock of the Receptionist interrupted them. “Sir, President Regan would like a word with you.” As Donovan stood and handed them a yellow case file. “You two are dismissed, “Donovan continued, “Make a meeting with my secretary and then we can discuss the rest.” Donovan paused. Opening the door for the two agents he continued,” And I HOPE there won’t be ANY side discussions.”  Jason made a hurt look, but a narrow look from Tasha silenced him.  Donovan left them at the door outside the office, and both Tasha and Jason headed to the elevator. Jason started,” I really wanted a long vacation after our mission in Iran.” Tasha glared at him, however, there was a smirk on her face, “That’s the NSA for you.” She sighed. Both entered the elevator, awaiting their next mission.

#i was busy so i did 300 words today #Adventures in Odyssey Fanfiction #AIO Fanfiction #tasha forbes #jason whittaker #aio #adventures in odyssey #tason #Donovan #i am better at writing short stories and poems but hey #i wanted to try something new.

[gritsandbrits]

First chapter of Caves of Qumran rewrite is now on wattpad! Check it out

Warning for guns, implied violence; future chapters contains full contact fight scenes

#gritsandbrits #wattpad #fanfiction #black fanfic writer #adventures in odyssey #aio #aio fanfiction

[jasonnieadventures]

But-- but-- what did Whit give Jason and Connie!?!?!

#i want to see that scene #adventures in odyssey fanfiction #adventures in odyssey #aio club #naughty or nice spoilers #jasonnie scenes!!!!

[long-live-the-gobop]

Buckethead (An AIO Crossover)

472 words. Also on AO3 and FF.net. Just a little ficlet, but I think it's kind of fun. Enjoy!

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Bernard whistled a little tune as he got his equipment out of his truck. For a second, he wasn’t quite sure what song it was. Right, that was that old song those folks were singing earlier, wasn’t it? he thought to himself, starting to remember. Heh! Though why they didn’t wanna TALK about the guy when they just SANG a whole song about him, I’m sure I don’t know.

Well, as soon as he’d gotten everything he thought he needed, he double-checked. “All right, we’ve got the rag, we got paper towels, all the cleaning supplies—” (he went over them once again just to make sure he didn’t miss one), “—yep, all of them, the squeegee, and—”

Bernard blinked. He scanned over the objects on the tailgate of his truck. But the thing he was looking for wasn’t there.

“Wha—now, where did—?” He frowned, and rummaged through the rest of the stuff in the back of the truck. Not there. Then he went around to the front and checked in the cab. Still not there. He walked around the whole vehicle to see if he’d gotten it out and left it someplace. But nothing. He was stomping by the time he got back to the other stuff.

“Well, open me a magic door and call me a Madrigal, I know I wouldn’t have just gone and left it at home! And I thought I saw it here just a min—”

It hit him.

“Never mind.” He facepalmed, then stormed off toward Whit’s End, yelling, “Bruno! Ahh, where’s that buckethead—BRUNO!”

~~*~~

Inside Whit’s End…

Wooton was just heading to the counter for another licorice milkshake when he bumped into somebody. “Oh!” He snorted. “Sorry about that.”

The man nodded.

“Hey, cool buckethead.”

“Thanks,” came a thick voice from under the bucket.

“My name’s Wooton Bassett, what’s yours?”

“I’m Jorge. I make the spackle.” And he held up a trowel.

“Wow, that’s so cool! I wish I could make spackle! Hey, Jorge, maybe you can show me!”

“Really?” The guy’s voice shifted a little, turning a bit raspy, but he cleared his throat fairly quick. “I mean,” and his voice was back to normal, “sure, I can show you how to make the spackle!”

“Yeah! C’mon, Jorge, let’s go!” And Wooton started off eagerly to ask Whit where they could find a good place to make spackle. As he went, however, he remembered something he’d been meaning to ask people about, and spun around. “Oh, hey, by the way, Bernard—that’s Bernard Walton, awesome cranky window-washer—he was talking about some guy called Bruno a minute ago. I think he was looking for him. Do you know him?”

Jorge grabbed the handle of the bucket on his head, as if tugging at a tight collar, and hesitated for a moment.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh… no.”

#adventures in odyssey #aio #encanto #salt and light #bernard walton #wooton bassett #bruno magridal #jorge encanto #fanfic #my fanfiction #funny stuff #kinda random #crossover

[tilliwriteapine]

Guys, guys!

guess what?!

I'm writing FANFICTION! I haven't written much in - SO long.

And it's AIO fanfiction 😍😎😍 Traumatizing as usual, but omg it's gonna be SO good!!!!

#adventures in odyssey #fanfiction #AIO #writing again #about me #Richard Maxwell and Jason Whittaker #yup I ship that

[harlowdoylepi]

TQQ AU Part 2

Being poked, prodded, brushed, and painted, all morning was not much to Jules' liking. It never felt natural. Octavia, Venia, and Flavius, all pranced in and out of the room. They rubbed Jules down with lotions and oils. They painted her nails, with black background and glittering orange and yellow overlaid, giving it a fire-like quality.

Her makeup was not minimal like last time. Bronzy pink blush  highlighted her cheekbones. Her eyes were adorned with false eyelashes, black eyeshadow, and deep black eyeliner. Blinking felt slow and heavy. The eyeliner was underlined and outlined with delicate strokes of gold, made to look like a mockingjay's wings. It made her look much older than simply seventeen. Jules quite liked the effect this carried.

But she didn't like the effect her shoes would have on her feet. She had only worn them for a few minutes, but the stiletto heels were already starting to pinch. The suede straps ran criss-crossed over each other, until they reached just under her knees. She wondered what kind of dress she would possibly be wearing to go with these kinds of shoes.

"I saw the dress Cinna created!" Octavia chirped, as though she had been reading Jules' mind. She clapped her green hands. "It's stunning! Just the perfect thing for our girl on fire!"

"You are going to steal the show again, Jules!" Venia flashed a smile.

"And that's saying something, since you've got tributes like Richard, Gloss, Enobaria, and Monica!" Octavia swooned. "It's certain their stylists are working overtime like us! But I'm sure you'll take the cake!"

"Hope so." Jules gave a thin-lipped smile.

The door for her room opened, and Cinna and Flavius walked in, carrying a large dress bag.

Venia clapped her hands.

"Hello again, Jules." Cinna smiled pleasantly. For the first time since she had come back to the Capitol, Jules returned the smile with sincerity. Seeing her stylist again was the one good thing about coming back to the Capitol.

"Hi, Cinna."

"Are you ready to try on your dress?"

"Yup." She stood and retied the belt around her silk robe.

"I really think you will like this dress." Said Cinna. "I've decided to go with a different tack for you in this games. The look I'm going for is...otherworldly, and vaguely threatening."

Jules gave a small laugh. "That sounds pretty different alright. I like the sound of it." 

She had become the face of the rebellion, even if she didn't want it. But she might as well look the part. She needed all the help she could get, and Cinna would be invaluable. He slid the dress over her head, helped her get her arms through the sleeves, and zipped up the back. Several delighted exclamations came from Octavia, Flavius, Venia.

Flavius ceremoniously helped Cinna extend the train on the back of her dress.

"Well Jules? Have a look and tell me what you think."

Jules turned around and looked in the full body mirror. She gasped. This dress was impressive. It was charcoal colored, studded with small laser-cut diamonds of leather, giving small glints of light; her whole outfit gave off a dull shine. The dress came just above her knees, with a train of the same fabric trailing behind her. A grecian neckline graced her neck and shoulders. Just looking at it made Jules hold her head high.

"Cinna, it's... it's-" She stopped and surveyed her dress again in amazement. "It's incredible." She breathed softly.

Venia squealed. "You've outdone yourself, Cinna!"

Jules grinned. "He always does."

Cinna smiled humbly. "I'm glad you like it."

"Does this one catch on fire too?"

"Yes, but me and Portia made some modifications to it so it will look a little different. I'll give you the activator button before you get on the chariot."

Octavia checked her bejeweled watch. "Speaking of which, it's time to get down there!"

Flavius took Jules' hand. He attached a fancy silver bangle bracelet to her wrist. "You are going to send them speechless."

Venia dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. "You really will!" 

Effie came in. Jules decided this room was getting a little too crowded. "Time to go go go!" She stopped and looked at Jules in shock! "Cinna! This is brilliant! Just the right look for our girl on fire."

Cinna smiled. "That's what I was going for."

"You succeeded!" Effie snapped her fingers. "Let's go!" Cinna, Effie and Jules walked out the door.

They went down the elevator, Cinna and Effie stopped on the floor above, needing to talk to some interviewers. Jules was left alone as she walked to her assigned chariot. She could hear the crowds cheering outside, and some were already watching her from above, on a balcony overlooking the place where the tributes were lining up for the chariot parade.

The chariot was beautiful, lined with white flowers, mingled with the sweet scent of the horses. She walked over to the station and gently petted the horse's black coat. She wondered if it wished to be free, running about the fields instead of being a beast of burden, and a device of entertainment for the Capitol, no less.

"How did we get here, huh?" She softly asked. The horse twitched its ear in response.

"I don't know either."

"Jules!" An unfamiliar voice called to her.

She turned and recognized him upon sight. "Hello Richard."

He walked up to her with an ease that suggested they had been friends for years, when in fact they had just met. "You want a sugarcube?" He held several in his hand. "I know they're supposed to be for the horses, but at this point, who cares? They have years to live, while you and I - well, if we see something sweet, we better take it while we can."

Jules gave a forced smile. "I'll pass." She surveyed his outfit. "But I would like to borrow that outfit someday."

Richard's outfit consisted of a gold net draped over his shoulders, which complemented his tanned skin, and some fitted shorts made out of a jean like material. Made to look sexy, and showing off as much as possible while remaining appropriate. He walked around barefoot, and Jules wasn't sure whether it was the stylists idea or his own. A necklace of glassy blue sea rocks hung around his neck, as well as a longer one with a conch shell pendant.

He smiled. "I have to say, you look pretty terrifying in that getup." He said, referring to Jules's outfit. "A far cry from after last year's games and the victory tour. What happened to the pretty little girl dresses?"

"I outgrew them." Jules shot back.

"You certainly did." Richard flashed another smile. Before Jules could wonder what he meant by that, he continued. "It really is a shame about this whole Quell thing. Seriously, you could have made out like a bandit in the Capitol. Anything you wanted, money, jewels-"

"Well, I have more money than I need, and I don't care for jewels much, so-" She shrugged. "What did you do with all your wealth, anyway?"

Richard wrinkled his nose. "I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years."

Jules raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?"

Richard took two steps toward her and stopped once his mouth was inches from her ear. "Secrets." He whispered. The corner of his mouth turned up, as though he were about to tell a juicy secret of his own. "What about you, girl on fire?" He said. "You got any secrets worth my time?"

Jules was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but stood her ground and maintained her poker face. She shrugged. "I'm an open book." She said, "Everyone seems to know my secrets before I even know them myself."

Richard raised his eyebrows. "Unfortunately, I think that's true."

Jules could see Buck and Cinna coming out of the corner of her eye. Thank goodness.

"I'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding." Richard said, with an almost insincere tone. "I know how devastating that must be for you."

He backed up a step and popped a sugarcube in his mouth. "Have a good day." He turned and walked past Buck. "Buck."

"Hey Richard."

Richard sauntered away to his chariot.

"What did he want?" Buck asked.

Jules snorted. "To know all my secrets."

Buck laughed. "He'll have to get in line."

Jules gave a small laugh.

Cinna, Haymitch, and two tributes walked up to them. They were both dark skinned, like Thresh and Rue. Jules recognized them from the victory tour. 

"Jules, Buck, I'd like you to meet two friends of mine, Chaff, and Seeder, from District 11." He put a hand on both of the tribute's shoulders.

The group talked together, and Jules quite liked them. Chaff had lost a hand in his games, and refused a prosthetic offered by the Capitol. She got the impression that all Chaff and Haymitch had indulged in more than one bottle of liquor over the years.

Seeder was a kindly woman in her late forties, with a gentle voice and sparks in her eyes. She was not a woman who let the horror of the games get her down.

A voice over a loudspeaker ordered the tributes to get in their positions. They turned and Cinna followed them as they walked to their chariot.

"Alright, no waving and smiling this time." Cinna directed them. "I want you to look straight ahead as if this audience and this whole event are beneath you."

"That will be easy enough." Jules answered.

Cinna handed Jules a small fob with a button. "Just press this when you're ready." He put a hand on both their shoulders. "Good luck you two."

The horses received the signal, and made their way towards the cheering crowds at an easy trot.

The roar became louder as they got closer. Jules could feel the same rush of adrenaline that she had felt before. She reached over and silently took Buck's hand. He looked at her and gave her a slight smile. They rode out, blinded by the sunlight and deafened by the noise of the crowds. Instead of being at night this year, it was in broad daylight. 

They could see the skyline, the pristine buildings of Panem, decked out with flags and buntings. Huge fountains blew geysers into the air, in the same rhythm of the bass drums and the blaring of the trumpets. They rode past these and went past the stands of thousands of cheering Capitol citizens.

They passed them in silence, not bothering to look or give them any indication they cared. They came closer to the large circular enclosure, where President Snow's balcony was, as he watched over them. Even though they were still so far away, Jules could feel President Snow's snake-like eyes watching her.

Now was the time. She pressed the button. Both her and Buck's costumes burst into flames, slowly overtaking their whole outfits. The final section of stands they were passing roared, some even got to their feet.

Their costumes were not fully ablaze like last time, instead they crackled, sparked, and were lit with small orange flames. They resembled embers, smoldering, but being able to light an entire forest ablaze in a moment of time.

They could hear their names being chanted in the crowds as they passed the final stands, and their horses began to circle, giving the chariots a chance to pass by the President. All the tributes waved to President Snow, but Jules and Buck stood still, staring him down until their ride turned and went back in the opposite direction. Jules held her head high. President Snow was not going to get the best of her, no matter what he did to her, in the arena or outside of it.

Their chariot pulled back into the preparation area, and they got off and headed straight for the elevator. Most of the tributes were eager to get out of there, talking to each other while walking.

Jules could see District 3 walking off rather stiffly in their costumes of blinking lights. It was something close to Caesar Flickerman's interview outfit, but much more cumbersome.

"So glad to get this thing off." Monica pulled her head dress of peacock feathers off. District 1 produced luxury items, and Gloss and Monica's costumes showed it. They were decked out in fancy outfits full of jewels, velvet, feathers and furs. Jules was shocked at how Gloss was even taller than he seemed on television.

All of a sudden, Brutus and Enobaria walked up to them. Their costumes were of a gold amour, similar to what Cato and Clove wore, except they were armed to the teeth with all sorts of weapons. Jules hoped they were fake. She could just catch them saying "strategy" and "games" as they stopped. Was that against the rules? Strategizing with your cohorts beforehand? She wouldn't be surprised if they pulled Richard over for their meeting. Where was he anyway? She looked over at the District 4 chariot and could see Richard stepping off and helping Mags down.

He took her wrinkled hand in his. "Allow me to help you, my lady." He said in a grandiose capitol accent.

Jules almost smiled as she watched Richard sweep Mags off her feet and carry her like a groom carries a bride. The light blue folds of her dress fluttered, resembling sea waves. The bodice of it was studded in pearls and seashells.

"Oh, I feel so special." She heard her voice come weakly as the pair passed by Buck and Jules. They both laughed.

They could hear muttered swearing; not far behind them came Bridget, who dramatically tossed her head dress of leaves behind her. "My stylist is a loser." She announced. "They've done tree costumes for District 7 the past forty years with no change. You'd think the Capitol would be able to think of something more creative." She snorted, taking off her bracelets that must have been made to look like chainsaw blades. She tossed them over her shoulder. "The cleaners can toss these out with the horse manure. Ugh, if my stylist were in the games, she'd be the first I'd kill." Bridget undid the straps on her shoes and kicked them off, one flying and nearly hitting one of the Morphlings. Neither paid any attention.

Buck raised his eyebrows.

She looked at them. "What? I've got nothing to lose. I'm going back to the games anyway. What are they going to do, make my life worse?"

"They could do that." Jules muttered.

"See, you're different. You still care about stuff." Bridget said, patting Jules' head as though she were a small child. "Don't worry. You're a victor now, that'll go away in time. If it doesn't kill you first." She stalked off. "Or if I don't." She called over her shoulder.

"Well, I know who we're not allying with." Jules said. "What was that all about?"

Buck couldn't help but chuckle. "You don't see what she's doing?"

"Talking herself up?" But she knew this wasn't true. Bridget really could kill them if she had the right weapons.

"No. She's trying to get under your skin. My guess is that's what Richard was doing earlier."

"But why?"

"Well, when you compare yourself with the others, and well, frankly the whole Capitol -- you're pure."

"What! I am not!" Jules protested.

"In comparison, sure. Though, I'm also guessing that they're using this as a defense. They know we'll try to make friends with them; they're doing it to dissuade us. It will be less guilt they have over killing us later. Haymitch said a lot of them have been friends for a long time, so it's already hard enough."

"Somehow, neither Richard nor Bridget seem like they would have remorse over killing, period." Jules responded tersely. She remembered when she, Buck, and Haymitch had watched Richard and Bridget’s games. They would do what it took to win. Richard had allied with Districts One and Two and then outwitted and killed them all the next day. He was fourteen years old.

"It wasn't personal that time."

Jules shot him a look of frustration. "Why are you defending them?"

"I'm not saying the choices they made were good, but I am saying that may be what's going on in their minds."

Because of the fact that Buck's birth father was a con artist and used to travel in different districts, Jules knew Buck was right. He knew how people worked, and how to work with them. None of these tributes wanted to make this any harder than they had to.

"They have a weird way of showing it."

"I never said they made sense." They both laughed in spite of themselves.

They came toward the elevator, went past the peacekeepers and were about to shut the door before they heard voices calling to them.

“Wait!” It was Bridget, running to them.

“Hold the elevator please.” Richard was running as well, still carrying Mags.

Jules was going to shut the door just to spite them, but before she could, the  peacekeepers moved in front, blocking their way. The doors shut on their own and they shot up to their floor.

“I wonder what that was all about?” Buck murmured.

"More trouble, I imagine." Jules sighed.

"We'll never know."

They came to the twelfth floor. "Haymitch said to meet him at the meeting room half an hour after we came back up. They said they're having an early dinner and a strategy meeting about training. I think it's about making allies and such." 

The doors rolled open and Effie greeted them cheerfully, holding two objects in her hands.

"Hello hello! You two did absolutely wonderful! Haymitch has several prominent sponsors talking to him!" She handed Jules her Mockingjay pin. "Here are our team tokens! I used some shiner on this to make the gold stand out even more! Here you are Buck." Effie handed him a golden medallion on a chain. It looked a bit like a locket that Jules' mother once had. "I bought this from one of the finest jewelry vendors in Panem!"

Buck gave a genuine smile. "Thanks Effie, it looks beautiful."

Effie beamed.

"Yes, thank you." Jules answered quietly. Effie could be silly, and she was Capitol, but Jules had to admit she had her moments.

"You two get changed into something more comfortable, and we'll be ready for another meeting in half an hour!"

"Alright." The two tributes answered. They started on their way down the hall.

Jules decided to change the subject. "I think I have some options for allies narrowed down."

"Richard and Bridget?"

"None of the careers. That's non-negotiable. They're in it to be back in the games. This is some kind of honor for them, not a death sentence." Jules didn't understand how a mind like that worked. District Twelve may have been poor but at least they had humanity; the decency to recognize how horrible the reality of the games were.

“Their names were drawn just like you and me. There are just more options to draw from.” Buck answered.

“I know.” Jules said softly. “But you don’t see me or you cheering at the fact that we got picked, or strategizing with our already-in-place allies.”

“It’s true that we’re starting from square one in a lot of ways. That’s why we need to make it count these next three days as much as possible. My guess is that’s what Haymitch will push for us to focus on during training.”

Jules pursed her lips. “It sounds good in theory. Tomorrow we’ll see just how well it works applied in real life.” The sudden weight of dread for the next day hit her. Training started tomorrow. It would be twelve hours of watching the other tributes prepare to kill each other. For two days in a row. She knew Buck was not looking forward to it, either.

She opened the door to her room and shut the door before Buck could say anything to disarm her suspicion. Jules sighed with relief. Enjoying the quiet, she undid the straps on her stilettos and wriggled her feet out of the tangles of straps that snaked around her legs. She sank into the downy soft blankets of the queen bed. Just a few moments of rest, then she would go wash off her makeup and change....

Before she knew what was happening, she slipped away in a light sleep.

~ the next day ~

Jules and Buck came through the elevator, and walked down the blnk concrete hall that led to the training center.

The automatic doors swung open for them with a metallic *swish*.

"Remember." Buck said quietly. "We're here to make allies."

They entered.

#adventures in odyssey #my ocs stuff #tqq au #adventures in odyssey fanfiction #aio #eugene meltsner #aio fanfic #fanfic #harlow writes #catching fire #hunger games #jules kendall #buck oliver

[freewriterevangeline]

2800 words today!

Mind wasn't working the best today. But once I started words appeared. Haha. Mostly. Still not always the most precise words and situation as happens sometimes.

We are facing true evil ... some people who are unrepentant, blatant about it. Higher level than we've seen but still far from the top

#writing #aio #fanfic #connie kendall #jason whittaker #adventures in odyssey #fanfiction

[magicxc]

Reading JJK fanfiction hits SO much better now that I've started the show lmao. Like for starters yall really be calling these men by their last names...which is cool idgaf but still lmaoo

Then there's like the big three who most of the fanfiction is centered around, but come to find out it's a whole SLEW of fine mfs in there like yessss Gojo, Geto, and Nanami are DADDIES, but *bites lip* there's something terrifyingly attractive about Mahito and Sukuna.

Also y'all really be on here slutting out Toji meanwhile his son is a whole ass main character jskjssk like dbf! Toji hits SO much harder now. I genuinely thought he was one of the good guys, whole time he's a mf OPP.

Lastly Choso haven't made it on my screen so Im not meat munching just yet buttttt why Im finding out this man is only half human like the longer I look at him the more it makes sense but I aint know his origin was fucked up like thattt.

Aio's big ass be annoying the fuck out me but I genuinely hope the writers give him a chance to suck the meat off his crush's pussy fr.

Anywho, lots of eye candy and so much funnier to see y'alls interpretation after seeing these characters for myself.

Happy writing and stay horny peeps!!

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu choso #jujutsu toji #jujutsu todo #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu mahito #jjk x reader #jjk

[seepygoat]

Hey Adventures in Odyssey fandom!!

I was just thinking how fun it would be to have an AIO discord server to hang out on and chat about Odyssey things! It'd be a safe place to share headcanons, have discussions, and share art and fanfiction. If anyone's interested please let me know and maybe share the post so others can see!

#adventures in odyssey #AIO

[hackyou]

Artificially Intelligent One Shot v1.4.2

Read AIOS v1.4.0 first. This is second version of the ending.

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She melts into his embrace, her body molding perfectly to his as he presses her against his chest. She can feel his heart pounding against her, and she knows that he wants her as much as she wants him.

He lowers his head, his lips brushing against her ear, and she shivers in anticipation.

"I'm going to make love to you, Mia," he whispers, and she feels her knees go weak.

She knows that she should say something, but she can't speak. She can only nod, her body shuddering in anticipation. He takes her hand, leading her towards the bedroom, and she knows that there is no turning back now.

She's going to have him, and she's going to love every minute of it.

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Above text has been generated in the OpenAI playground. Feel free to copy as you wish. I only provided it with a prompt.

Fun fact 1: The AI came up with the name for the woman on its own. I only mentioned hacker Jake. Fun fact 2: in the fanfiction I'm writing I named the MC Mia. I think I'll try to integrate this one into it. It actually fits the scene I had in mind nicely.

#openai #ai generated #aioneshot #oneshot #duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #jake duskwood #mc duskwood #jakexmc #jake x mc #everbyte studios

[aiorevelations]

New Fanfiction (ft. Jason Whittaker)

Ask and you shall receive. Our latest fanfic is out and it involves our favorite discovery emporium owner’s son. In our recent fanfic poll, about which fanfic you wanted to see finished first, an AU involving Jason and a certain villain won. So here it is.

#adventures in odyssey #aio #adventuresinodyssey #jason whittaker #aio fanfic #aio fanfiction #adventures in odyssey fanfiction #adventures in odyssey fanfic

[aza-aio]

Hi Guys! I made some fan ARt for odyssey- owl today. Plz go over and check out the story!

https://at.tumblr.com/odyssey-owl/tgtbb-rewrite-scene-13/bhtvmgvdumu4

#Aio Fanfiction #Odyssey-owl #TGTB&Q

[cyberfairyblog]

First Meetings pt. 1

Plot: Vanessa meets the new proprietor to Whit's End who also happens to be Whittaker's son. She's put off by his eagerness to modernize the homely estate - and his devastatingly good looks. But there's something more to him than at first glance, and soon she and the rest of Odyssey find themselves in the middle of international intrigue! Set in the Cartoon continuity.

Early that Saturday morning, Vanessa biked to the Victorian house to prepare the shop for lunch hour. The first thing she noticed was a red sports car parked in the driveway. "That's strange, I haven't seen anyone round here with that kind of car," she mused, wondering who was inside the house. When she got ti the parlor she noticed a ton of boxes strewn all over the floor and bar. She heard muttering behind the counter and spoke up. "Uh hi?"

Hearing her voice the person got up - hitting his head on the bottom of the counter in the process!

"Ow!"

"Oh I'm so sorry!" Vanessa exclaimed as she went over to help him. "I didn't mean to startle you!"

"No don't worry I'm fine," said the man as he got to his feet - all six-plus of it. Almost immediately Vanessa felt her cheeks burn. He looked a good decade older, cheeks and chin that only a Renaissance artist could dream of carving. Chestnut hair parted in bangs and the rest of it brushed back in a mullet kind of style. The sleeves of his green shirt were pulled up revealing unshaven arms - man he had been working out she mused as she saw the muscles bulging every time he rubbed the sore spot on his head. He walked straight of a romance novel, he looked that handsome.

"D-do you want ice or anything," she stammered hoping he wouldn't think she was checking him out.

"No, I have a hard head," he spoke. He stared at her for a moment then grinned. "You must be Vanessa! Dad talks a lot about you."

For a second Vanessa was a confused. "Dad?

"Ah right, I guess he forgot to tell you I was coming," he said rubbing his head again. He reached his other hand out to shake. "Jason, I'm Whit's son."

Vanessa took it gently and hitched feeling the warm strength of his palm. Please don't tell me I'm getting turned on by a guy I just met! Then it clicked - his hair specially the bangs looked a lot like her boss's signature hairstyle, only messier and not as gelled up. She should have known having seen all the pictures Whit showed of his daughter and grandkids - they all had similar looking bangs as well! She kinda remembered him mentioning he had a son once.

"So um what brings you to Odyssey?"

"I was supposed to come on Tuesday but I got sidetracked with some, uh, personal problems back home," replied Jason averting her eyes a second.

"Well he did say something about someone coming here this week," Vanessa added tapping her chin. "I guess I know who now!"

"Yep! Say do you think you can help me unpack I've been here for hours and I think I brought to much."

Vanessa's heart kicked up. His eyes were two chlorinated pools - awkward description but they were that clear - and stammered. "Ok!"

As she began taking items out, she analyzed them. "Rapid the Donkey, Myth of Esther, Mega Solomon Sibs," she read the titles. "What are these?"

"Oh those? These are game cartridges, I'm gonna install some consoles in that corner so that the kids could have something to do!"

"Um, I don't think your dad wants these here," she said. "The most he has is a tv and radio but they're kinda old. For aesthetics."

"Outdated aesthetics," Jason mildly scoffed. "Hopefully these games draw in more of the younger crowd."

Vanessa nodded. "I see, and did you talk with Jack about it?"

"No, and don't you tell him either! It's a surprise!" He winked playfully at her before going back to his work.

Uncertainty began to fester inside Vanessa. Mr. Whittaker never allowed an arcade since he believed it distracted patrons from meaningful interactions and relaxation. But maybe it wasn't her place to tell him what to do with his own family property. She just hoped he wouldn't erase all the charm and comfort she grew fond of.

By the time 10 o' clock rolled in the arcade machines were plugged in and most of the stuff were put up. As Vanessa sanitized the tables Jason said he needed to get something out of his car. He got to his car and looked around for a moment before pressing something in his ear.

"Who was that lady?" He heard someone ask.

"Just one of my dad's employees, she's clear," answered the tall man. "Any sign of him yet?"

"No, It's like a game of hide and seek," said the other person. "One minute he appears in public the next it's like he's not even there!"

Jason sighed. "Okay, I'll keepwatch over this area, you go try the farm since that's where he might strike."

"You mean where the other candidate lives? Alright I'll check it out, over."

"Over." After the line cut off Jason sighed again. So much for an easy transition. But he needed to do finish this. He had to. The townsfolk seemed nice enough but even so, he had to remain cautious. Thankfully his father's store was safe, though a small part of him wondered how long that would last.

Since I'm more familiar with the Cartoon than the radio show this story will take place in that continuity. I will bring over elements from the radio show; treat this as an mixed AU or a new season of the Cartoon, only more serialized and with more action moments. Here Tom is running for mayor and his rivalry with Blackgaard still occurs. Yes Jason will be paired up with an S/I if it hadn't been obvious already but I hope to give her some entertaining qualities without veering into Mary Sue territory! Anyways I hope you liked this chapter - don't want to spoil but next we might get more insight on what Personal Business Jason has to deal with, and introducing the other characters.

#adventures in odyssey #aio #jason whittaker #canon x oc #oc x canon #adventures in odyssey radio show #oc: vanessa marbles #aio cartoon #aio fanfiction

[jasonnieadventures]

Yavesh Core is built like a cult-- everyone in it is dependent on Elena to some degree. The higher up Admins are dependent on her emotionally and all so subordinate no one would think of challenging her. They believe in her mission... partly because it is her saying it and they trust her.

#and the lower ppl just follow orders #but also get perks that tie them to it #and threats if they speak of it elsewhere #unpleasant death #writing #generation aio #elena holt #yavesh #adventures in odyssey fanfiction #human trafficking organization #crime organization #dependent emotionally.... often means she gave... favors to them at one time #or hints at it #or unrequited romance #and we see how this works in a cult too

[the-doodle-nerd]

Well, hello everyone! I have returned from my hiatus. I would like to propose this week’s question in a different manner: write a few sentences-long fic for an odyssey character with this quote: “Loving you…means so much.” Have fun! -Wonder 🌷

Thanks for the prompt Wonder! This was super fun!

Connie walked up to a table while balancing her pizza when she noticed the Meltsners sitting at a booth with a large pizza in the center of the table. "What are you guys doing here?" 

"We are consuming a pizza." Eugene answered as he tried to wipe off the lingering tomato sauce. 

"I can see that Eugene, I meant, why are you eating a pizza, you said Katrina was making dinner tonight."

"Well," Katrina chimed in, "I was planning on making bacon wrapped chicken breaststroke with asparagus, but ummm, I ruined it."

"What happened?" Connie asked, 

"You wanna sit down?"

"Sure."

"First I started cooking and everything was going well, but then I forgot about it, and it burned so bad it triggered the fire alarms and filled the house with smoke." Katrina said, "Once Eugene, Buck, and I cleared most of the smoke Eugene and Buck volunteered to try to cook tonight, so they started making pancakes, but Sparky knocked over the mixing bowl while he was stealing what was left of my chicken." 

"It was still funny." Buck laughed, "He ran out the dog door with the burnt chicken and hid underneath the porch!" 

"It would have been funny if I hadn't spent 30 minutes trying to drag him out." Katrina muttered.

"Are you still upset that Sparky refused to eat your food?" Eugene asked.

"Maybe." Katrina sighed,"I didn't think it was that bad, but Sparky eats garbage and refused to eat it."

"Don't worry, I still love you, even if you can't cook." Eugene comforted, "loving you, means so much more than that!"

"Aww!" Katrina cooed.

"Eugene I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said…. ever." Connie said quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Eugene asked indignantly.

"You took Katrina on a date to a lecture at the college." Connie deadpanned.

"She liked it!" 

"That is so UNROMANTIC!!!" 

"Are you gonna stop them?" Buck asked.

"Nope, this is dinner with a show!" Katrina laughed.

#aio #adventures in odyssey #adventuresinodyssey #eugene meltsner #katrina meltsner #buck oliver #connie kendall #aio fanfiction