#adventures in odyssey fanfic

[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

[fangirlofallthefanthings]

[CW: Injury. Odysseus meets someone... I wonder who they could be 👀]

The trees blurred past. The wind rushed in Odysseus’s ears. He would think this ride was exhilarating if he were in control and on flat ground. But with every second that passed, Odysseus was closer and closer to falling out of the saddle. He wrapped his arms around the horse’s neck and held on for dear life. The horse breathed heavily as it ran, sweat running down its flanks and neck. Odysseus’s hands were slipping, so he tightened his grip. The horse only panicked more. It bucked up and down as it ran, jerking its head from side to side.

Odysseus saw brightness quickly approaching as the horse sped down the path. They burst through the bushes, and his vision was momentarily white as his eyes adjusted. The horse ran in a zigzagging pattern, and Odysseus nearly slipped from his saddle. It bucked and stomped as it whinnied in fear. Odysseus grabbed the reins tightly again. He heard shouting some distance away and saw that he was near the castle.

The horse panicked more at the people rushing to the scene and started trying to buck Odysseus off. The young prince held on tight, but the reins he wrapped around his hands started getting too tight. He couldn’t feel his fingers, which were beginning to turn blue. He adjusted his grip and released the pressure.

But at that moment, the horse reared up again. Odysseus’s feet slipped out of the stirrups, and he fell. Odysseus tumbled backward over the croup, his legs up in the air. His arm shot back, an instinct to catch himself he wasn’t aware of.

The heel of Odysseus’s hand hit the ground first. Pain bolted up his arm, and he cried out. He landed hard on the grass, throbbing pain running up and down his arm. Out of the corner of his eye, Odysseus saw the horse turn toward him in its panic, pounding its feet. The horse reared up, and Odysseus felt like ice was coursing through his body. He covered his head with his good arm and curled his body tightly, bracing for an impact.

But it never came. Odysseus felt the ground near him shake with stamping hooves and heard the horse neighing, but he wasn’t hit. He opened his eyes, unsure of when he closed them.

A boy was standing above Odysseus and faced the horse. His arms were outstretched, and he guided the fearful animal away from the prince on the ground. The boy’s hair was short with tight curls, and his clothes were dirty and patched up in several places. He looked about Odysseus’s age, maybe younger, but he looked as experienced as the best horse trainer in the castle.

The horse backed away and bucked its head, but the boy slowly took the reins. At that moment, Ctimene, Eurylochus, and Polites rode out of the forest, dismounted their horses, and rushed to Odysseus’s side. They helped Odysseus to his feet as he held his arm to his chest, the pain worsening.

As his friends and sister helped him back to the castle, Odysseus couldn’t help but look back at the stable boy calming the horse, hoping to see the face of the one who saved his life.

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Pt. 1

#tagamemnon #odysseus #polites #eurylochus #ctimene #greek mythology #the odyssey #midieval au #epic the musical #epic the musical fanfic #greek myth fanfic #char writes #fanfic #adventure awaits #no you're not getting hints about this mystery boy in the tags you sneakies #if you know #(or you're as obsessed with the Epic Cycle as i am) #you can figure it out #i've given you a few clues #but all will be revealed soon ;)

[theworstofallpossibleworlds]

The Adventures in Odyssey commercials are now in one place

Two years ago, when we started covering Adventures in Odyssey on this podcast, we knew we were going to cause A.J. some damage. As you can hear in his comercials for Whit's Endless Summer, he has gone totally insane. Now all of those commercials (over an hour total) have been stitched together, and are available for FREE over on youtube.

#adventures in odyssey #lorne lagorium #focus on the family #jesus saves #i'm cool voltaire #Is this fanfic? fuck it. It's fanfic #The No-No Door #RIP Jimmy #exvangelical #Youtube #aio

[the-maladjustedjester]

So do you think Jason Whittaker had enough daddy issues to sleep with his dad’s best friend Jack Allen?

#ex fundie #adventures in odyssey #turning my religious trauma into gay fanfic as a coping mechanism

[yourbelgianthings]

nuts and bolts, androids and steroids

a sundrysyx fluff fic (2k words) as a surprise gift for @onehandkilling! no tws, i would say it's like pg-13, basically the same stuff the aso season itself has in it

When Norman Takamori first met his prospective crew for the Red Hot, he was not at all impressed. Norm was not a man who was easy to impress. His years with the Amercadian Space Brigade had left him gruff and cold. He stood in front of his ship, which resembled a hot dog far more than he would have liked, surveying the comms officer (an Aguatunesian floating in a large globe of water), the engineer (a human whose body was cyborg from the neck down), the two gunners (a unique all purpose android and a clone), and a businesswoman (a human) who would be working on the ship. At least she would be paying rent, Norm thought.

“All right, from here on out, you are the crew of my ship. Well, except for Ms. Encino, she works for some big company and is giving us money, so make sure she’s happy. I’m Norman Takamori, but call me Skipper. Do what I say when I tell you to do it, and there won’t be any problems.”

The five others looked at each other, unsure of what to do since the skipper had simply turned and left. They helped get the Aguatunesian onto the ship and into their larger water enclosure, then the android with pale skin, the long red ponytail, and one cybernetic eye wearing a retro pink waitress dress and roller skates spoke up.

“Hey y’all, I’m Sundry Sidney, the Swiss Army Wife! Or, that’s what they marketed me as. I can throw grenades, make drinks, and I even have pleasure protocols! I’m one of the gunners, and I’m happy to help out with anything!”

Everyone smiled and clapped. Then, Riva introduced themself, explaining that they were on their gallivant and had psychic communication, so not to get startled by that. The short cyborg with the bald head and Black skin was Gunthrie Miggles-Rashbax, but you could call him Gunnie. Margaret’s red hair was in a bob with bangs and she wore a skirt suit, introducing herself very briefly like she had somewhere better to be, and asked Sidney to bring an iced matcha latte to her office as soon as possible. Everyone stared silently as she retreated down the hallway until they couldn’t hear the click of her heels anymore. The last member of the crew, a large muscled man with a tan and shoulder length medium brown hair, wearing dark sunglasses, stepped forward.

“Well, I don’t know what her deal is,” he exclaimed as he took off his shades and tossed his hair, “but I’m Big Barry Syx, the other gunner with Sidney. Just call me Barry, and know that I’m down to be anybody’s bro!” With introductions complete, Riva swam away and Gunnie left to do some tutoring to earn extra credits towards paying off his body, leaving just Barry and Sid standing together. 

“Seems like it’s time for me to go make Miss Margaret’s drink, then,” said Sidney. She smiled at Barry and continued, “Pleasure meeting you, I think we’re gonna work together just fine.”

“Hey, I got nothing else to do tonight, and it sucks that you’re the only one who gets extra work. Would you mind some company?”

Sid stopped dead in her tracks. Nobody had ever offered to spend time with her as a friend before, let alone while she worked. She blushed, and quite uncharacteristically, nearly whispered, “Why, not at all,” before turning and skating down the hallway so fast Barry had to break into a jog to keep up with her.

Once she had gotten everything set up, Sid showed Barry all the steps of making a perfect iced matcha latte. He was disappointed to find out the drink contained no protein powder, which gave Sidney a good laugh, and she whirled around the kitchen faster than Barry could process, ending up right back in front of him with a chocolate protein shake served in a milkshake glass. He gasped in surprise.

“Oh man, Sid, you didn’t have to do all that extra work for me!”

“Don’t be silly,” she replied, “it’s nothing! Now you enjoy that, I have to go take Miss Margaret her drink,” and she squeezed his hand and skated off. Barry was still adjusting to not being around his other Barry bros all the time, but Sidney was different than anyone else he had met in his time on his own. He didn’t know what to do with this thought yet though, as Barrys were generally more inclined to action than reflection. So, he simply decided to wander around the ship until he finished his drink before going to bed. Over in her room, as she was about to power down for the night, Sundry Sidney also processed how their interaction was unlike any she had ever had before, her new fellow gunner seemed to see more in her than what she was programmed to do. It made her feel strange, but also excited to spend more time together. That night, Barry dreamed about the battalion’s trip to Uncle B.O.B’s Fantanimalland, and Sidney did not dream at all.

As the malton units passed and lengthened into nargons, the crew grew closer and developed an excellent working relationship. Well, everyone except the skipper. That was, he was still mean as ever, but nobody could deny his skill as a pilot. When they needed all hands on deck, even Margaret would put down her phone and close her laptop to help out. They made it out of a lot of risky jobs by the skin of their teeth. The life of a proldier was dangerous and unpredictable, but Barry and Sid still found moments to sneak away together. As good of friends as they all were, they enjoyed spending time with the whole crew, but the others could also tell there was something a little more going on between the gunners, so they would come up with reasons to leave the two of them alone. On one such night, when the movie had finished and Gunnie “needed to fix his calculator”, Margaret “had an important email to send”, and Riva had simply floated away with a wink, they found themselves the only ones left on the couch.

Barry cleared his throat. “Uh, great movie, right?”

“No, Barry, you hate that one and specifically said you didn’t want to watch it,” Sid laughed.

“Oh yeah, I did, didn’t I?” He blushed and awkwardly stood up. “Well, I haven’t done my foam rolling, so I should probably head out. Wouldn’t wanna get a cramp or anything, yknow…” trailing off, he turned and left. Sidney thought his shyness was adorable. In fact, maybe tonight would be perfect for that idea she had had in mind. She clicked on her comlink to the gunner channel.

“Hey Riva, are you still up?”

“Sure am,” came the reply.

“Oh great! Do you have any of that stuff you sell here on the ship?” she asked.

“Pleasure putty?” Riva’s voice instantly perked up.

“Excuse me?!” exclaimed Gunnie, and Margaret just chuckled. Suddenly, Norman Takamori’s voice was on the line, and he was furious.

“How many times do I have to tell you idiots that the gunner channel is only for the gunners to use in combat before you get it through your thick skulls? It’s not your goddamn party line, and don’t even bother trying to explain what’s happening right now because I do NOT want to know!”

“Sure thing, Skipper,” replied Sidney in her sweetest voice possible, “have a good night now!” She giggled to herself as she skated down towards Riva. When Barry heard a knock on his door, he jumped. He didn’t startle easily, but he must have zoned out without realizing it. As he opened the door to see Sid, a big smile spread across his face. He had secretly been hoping she would come.

“Hey, Barry! Skipper’s sure in a bad mood tonight, huh?”

“Oh, what?” Barry glanced at her quizzically. “I was in the shower so I didn’t hear anything, but I’m sure he was yelling about something like always.” Sidney mentally did a huge fist pump. Yes! He hadn't heard!

“You got that right,” she replied, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

Barry gestured for her to come sit on the bed next to him, which she did. “I really like you, Sid,” he told her. “You’re the best gunner partner a Barry could ask for. Well, besides another Barry.”

“I’m glad to hear I’m second best,” Sid teased, but she was clearly proud to be complimented on her work. “You’ve been working plenty hard too, Barry. While we’ve got a few martrons to ourselves, why don’t we” and pausing to pull the tin Riva gave her out of her pocket, “have a little fun?”

Barry’s jaw dropped and he blushed so much he felt like his head might explode. “Uh, hell yeah!” he exclaimed. Sidney leaned in to kiss him and it was all a wonderful blur of sensations, both physical and mental, from there. 

Some time later, they lay on the bed cuddling, Sid’s head resting on Barry’s very muscular chest, and their arms around each other.

“Hey Barry?” she asked.

“Hm?”

“Where are the other Barrys? You never call them or anything, and you seem sad whenever you mention them. You don't have to answer, I don’t want to ruin the mood or anything, but I’ve just noticed and kinda been worried. Barry’s eyes welled with tears Sid could not see from her position, and he took a deep breath.

“Damn, Sid, you are the most caring person I’ve ever met. Who else in the galaxy would have the best sex ever with me and then ask me how I’m doing like that?” Sidney sat up and replied as she gently wiped away Barry’s tears.

“Nobody, I’m the only one of me.”

“I had no idea. How about I tell you about the battalion and then you can tell me whatever you need to, okay?” He got a nod in response. 

“Just one sec though.” Sidney rummaged around in her bag and pulled out some red nail polish, holding it out towards him. “I don’t do well with just sitting and not doing something. Do you care?” Barry hesitated. Since being separated from the battalion, he had done his best to maintain the identical appearance he had always had to them, but he was here now, and nail polish wasn’t permanent. It was like a little gift from Sid. 

He said, “go for it,” and began to tell her about his time with the bros and all their adventures across the galaxy “unfucking the little guy.”

“I still can’t believe what Barry Nyne did to them.” Here he paused a moment before continuing, “It’s just the two of us left, but he betrayed the Barrys, so I don’t know if I can call him my bro anymore. It really sucks when I think about it too much, but honestly, I’ve been okay. Getting to know and work with people that aren’t just another you is different, but it’s not a bad change. This crew is the best!”

Sidney nodded. “Oh Barry, that’s terrible. I’m glad you’ve mostly been happy here, though. All your other clones would want you to still have fun and kick ass, I think.”

“You’re so right, Sid! You’ve got the true bro mindset!” Barry congratulated her.

“Hey now,” she laughed. “Don’t move yet, your nails aren’t dry!”

“Okay, okay!” and Barry settled in to listen to her story.

Sid recounted her daring exploits at the Handy Andi board meeting to escape a fate of destruction, and what she knew about her creator. “It’s just strange being the only one of my kind,” she mused. “I wasn’t built to need friends, but they’ve really been great.”

They both smiled and Sid reached out to take Barry’s hands (both of which were now dry). Without saying anything else, they knew that they were both less alone than before, and had a bro (or maybe something more) at their back all the time, not just when they were in the gunner stations.

#message from mirph #mirph's manuscripts #adventuring party #fic writing #d20 fanfic #d20 fic #a starstruck odyssey #sundry sidney #big barry syx #barry syx #ship fic #dimension 20

[amerasdreams]

so what tattoos do you think Jason has? (If any)

#adventures in odyssey #jason whittaker #Fanfic #Tattoo #Idea #Goes w curren t story #I might use some #Do you think he has any? #Idk .... #Now I'm suddenly thinking he got one in college when traveling #With Gloria #She really did a number on him #He may even have tattooed her name then got it removed #...! #Current for what doing now sort of .. to know #And for future.....!

[freewriterevangeline]

A series where Jason does missions for the NSA unofficially with his father!!!!

As a teen and in college

#adventures in odyssey #jason whittaker #fanfic #or a radio series #or book series

[saveme-storybrooke-potc]

Gideon: I love what you've done with the place; it looks like just a regular meeting room in a basement! Hope: That's because it is just a meeting room in a basement.

#ouat #cygnet scholar au #cygnet scholar #incorrect ouat quotes #captain swan cygnet #ouat next generation #hope swan jones #hope alice jones #hope swan jones x gideon gold fanfics #hope swan jones x gideon gold #gideon gold #gideon maurice gold #gideon french #gideon french gold #rumbelle family #aio quotes #source: adventures in odyssey

[asteralien]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Adventures in Odyssey Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Richard Maxwell & John Avery Whittaker, Richard Maxwell & Eugene Meltsner, Richard Maxwell & Jason Whittaker, Lucy Cunningham-Schultz & Richard Maxwell Characters: Richard Maxwell, John Avery Whittaker, Eugene Meltsner, Jason Whittaker, Connie Kendall, Lucy Cunningham-Schultz, Malachi (Adventures In Odyssey) Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Rewrite, Angels, Gratuitous References To Pop Culture Angels, it's me hi I'm the problem it's me (problem: making Richard the protagonist of AiO) Series: Part 14 of I Want To Make It Up To You Summary:

Everyone says there's an angel in town fixing their lives for them, but he hasn't made it to Richard yet. Richard's starting to wonder if he ever will.

An episode rewrite of "Malachi's Message," with Richard Maxwell included and some minor canon adjustments.

#this is the Last Fanfic btw #richard maxwell #aio #adventures in odyssey #my fic #this is my 2nd longest one-shot and it's only a couple hundred words shorter than my longest #it's ??????????? of middling quality but i had to write it okay. i had to. richard + angels = MY WHOLE-ASS PERSONALITY

[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!

~~*~~

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

[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

[fangirlofallthefanthings]

[*pats Odysseus's head* This bean can fit so many emotions in him] Odysseus slammed his bedroom door, rattling the pieces on his chessboard and the writing utensils on his desk. He paced the room, trying to calm himself down, but his chest felt tight, and his hands shook. A lump started to form in his throat, and tears began to collect in his eyes. He shouldn’t cry. He can’t cry! There was no reason to break over something he couldn’t change. 

But he couldn’t help it. Odysseus sank to the floor, his emotions crashing into him as he curled into himself. 

Odysseus heard a knock at the door, but he stayed quiet. He thought if he didn’t answer, whoever it was would leave.

“Odysseus? Are you ok?” 

It was Polites. Odysseus immediately felt his throat tighten in guilt. He pushed him. He pushed his best friend. Odysseus could have hurt him! Why was Polites here? How could Polites be so stubborn to forgive anyone no matter what? He shouldn’t have to. Odysseus felt like he didn’t deserve Polites’s forgiveness so quickly. 

“Go away,” Odysseus replied. 

He felt the pang of embarrassment. His voice sounded weak and strained. It would be obvious to anyone that he was crying. 

“We’re coming in anyway, alright?” 

Odysseus looked at the floor as the door creaked open. He regretted not locking it as Polites and Eurylochus entered and sat beside Odysseus. 

“I told you to go away.” 

“We’re not going to leave you,” Eurylochus said. 

“It’s not good to be alone when you’re this upset. You’re so out of it you’re shaking!” Polites added, putting a hand on Odysseus’s shoulder. 

“I’m sorry…” Odysseus whispered.

Polites tilted his head. “For what?”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you like that,” Odysseus said, his voice breaking, “Everything these last few days was too much, and it all felt like it was crashing in on me, and I just… I don’t like her like that.”

“And that’s okay,” Polites said as he put his arms around Odysseus, “It’s no good bottling your emotions like that, alright? You have to tell us what’s wrong if something doesn’t seem right so we can help you.”

“We’re here for you, Odysseus,” Eurylochus said, “We’ll listen.”

“And we won’t think any less of you if you tell us how you feel. You’re our brother, Odysseus. We care about you.”

Odysseus buried his head in Polites’s shoulder and allowed himself to fully let go. He wrapped his arms around Polites tightly, and Polites held him close as he sobbed. Odysseus felt Eurylochus hug him from behind, and the little prince counted himself lucky to have such good friends. He turned into a blubbering mess, barely able to get out words of appreciation between the hiccups and sobs. Polites and Eurylochus held him regardless until Odysseus could pull himself together.

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#tagamemnon #odysseus #polites #eurylochus #greek mythology #the odyssey #epic the musical #midieval au #epic the musical fanfic #greek myth fanfic #char writes #fanfic #adventure awaits

[tilliwriteapine]

He thought, for just a moment, that he had lost the one person he loved more than life itself. Watching it replay in his head over and over and over again, his heart aching for the devastation to just end. Regretting time that has passed, wondering how the future will play out now. Angry at the one responsible for this tragedy. Weary of the path set before them. Jason wonders, not for the first time, when the nightmares will finally stop becoming reality.

Hospitals, trauma, and love - all cumulating in a bittersweet wedding that makes even the author shed tears.

Richard/Jason

Because while the whole story may never be written (*cries*), I can at least give life to the scene plaguing my head always!

To my favorite mini fandom, the Richard Maxwell company and the even smaller shippers of Richard/Jason - enjoy!!!

#Richard Maxwell #adventures in odyssey #Jason Whittaker #fanfiction #my fanfic #angst is literally my middle name #AO3 #Richard and Jason

[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

[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.

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