#avery x jameson

[starrynightsxo]

friend: where are you?

me: here ⬇️

friend: understood. take as much time as you need.

#I AM ON THE FLOOR #THE MF FLOOR BRO #not dealing with this very well #causing me mental damage #JAMESON FREAKING HAWTHORNE #BOY WE LOVE U #emily really screwed these brothers up #she deserved death im sorry #karma #books #bookish #booklr #booktok #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #tig #tfg #thl #the brothers hawthorne #tbh #jennifer lynn barnes #jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #avery x jameson #jameson x avery #grayson

[banilikesfictionalpeople]

“How do you know you ship them?”

When I see them together, a noise comes out of my mouth and it sounds like a dying horse.

#shipping #couple #locklyle #pipravi #averyjameson #avery x jameson #romione #kanej #wesper #book couples #maxerica #hinny #jurdan #riden x alosa #warnette

[elif-in-wonderland]

If we get any averyjameson romantic interaction in The Grandest Game, I want the hot, flirty, charming gentleman Jameson Winchester Hawthorne who was talking in riddles, not the horny teenager we got in TBH (at some points). It fell a little strange because I didn’t feel like it was the really real Jameson :)) please and thank you, Jlb!

And if this is Grayson’s POV, maybe we could find out what he thinks of his brother more deeply.

#grayson hawthorne #averyjameson #the brothers hawthorne #the inheritance games #xander hawthorne #avery grambs #jameson winchester hawthorne #nash hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #avery x jameson

[mafiasliege]

Should I make more?

#the inheritance games #tig memes #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #maxine liu #tig #the grandest game #max × xander #avery x jameson #avery grambs #the hawthorne legacy

[averyjamesqn]

just wanted to say i finished the brothers hawthorne and avery and jameson served once again.IT COUPLE THATS SO IN LOVE

#avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #averyjameson #the inheritance games #avery x jameson #jameson winchester hawthorne #tfg #brothers hawthorne

[myfairkatiecat]

Me? Write another silly Inheritance Games fic? Whaaaat?

What can I say? The books are good and I can’t stop typing about these characters!

Summary:

Avery knew the brothers were playing drink or dare while she was attempting to fall asleep, so she really should have known she’d get woken up.

But she would never have guessed she’d wake up to the sound of Jameson reciting Hamlet at the top of his lungs standing on top of a balance beam high above the pool.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne brothers #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #averyjameson #avery x jameson

[gergthecat]

Jameson, filming on his phone: So, it’s like three AM here and the plane is just landing.

Jameson, turning the camera around: Um, in other news: Avery Kylie Grambs, American billionaire, has her fucking grippers out.

Avery: Don’t call them my grippers, Jameson.

Jameson, removing one sock with his other foot: Avery’s got her fucking dogs out in the open over here.

Avery: Jameson.

Jameson, now with his toes intertwined with hers: I love love.

Avery: sigh

#avery x jameson #avery kylie grambs #avery grambs #averyjameson #jameson hawthorne #the inheritance games series #the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the hawthorne vault #the grandest game #the final gambit #games untold #jennifer lynn barnes #incorrect quotes #inheritance games

[catapparently]

~The Glass Ballerina's Reputation~

CHAPTER 1- ...Ready for it?

AO3 LINK

Fic synopsis:

averyjameson!mafia AU

After Avery's mother's death, she is left with many questions. What happened to her mother's family? Who were they? Why did her mother never talk about them? Why did Jameson Winchester Hawthorne appear in her life? ...What is her mother's secret?

~~~

When Avery was a kid, her mom was constantly inventing games. Not your average games like Hide-And-Seek or Tag. They were always small tests, a competition. Once they’d played the Who-Can-Stack-The-Most-Pancakes or Who-Could-Build-The-Tallest-Tower-of-Cards. There was always something to find, something to figure out- something to fix or something to take apart. A challenge. The rush of excitement and the thrill that came with success is what made Avery feel alive.

The last game her mother had made for her was the Don’t-You-Dare-Miss-Me game, where she sent Avery on a challenge to find a mysterious item. It was the longest game yet, suspiciously so. When her mom gave her such complicated games, like that one time she made Avery an escape room, she’d leave little clues that would confirm she was on the right track. Yet this game had been completely devoid of all that. All she was told was to find “where the heart feels whole”.

There was only one possible answer to that. Home. Not their little apartment, no. The antique shop her mother owned, right under where they lived. That’s where they felt at home. Each of the little trinkets they received from donations or found had a story behind them. Sometimes, when she couldn’t sleep, Avery would sneak downstairs to the antique shop and try to guess the object’s history. Once they’d received one of those old vintage desks, the ones that had even more shelves on top of the tabletop itself, and a bunch of hidden compartments everywhere. It even had its very own built in gas lamp. She could vividly imagine the original owner sitting at it, working with a quill and a pot of ink, furrowing his brow in concentration or struggle. It was objects like these that had a meaning, that were valued and cherished. They had stories.

When she’d entered the shop, she didn’t find any clue to indicate she was on the right track. The place had felt strange without her mother there ever since she’d been hospitalized.

Avery searched high and low. Nothing. Finally, she went to a relatively small room behind the counter and pushed open the door. There was a fireplace. It had been there ever since her mom had rented this place, but it didn’t work. Sometimes they’d bring chairs and sit around it, pretending it worked. Their home. That’s when her mom told her stories about who she was before she had Avery. About  Ricky. About a secret lover. Not once did she ever mention her family.

For Avery, home was where her mom was. Family.

She immediately noticed that one of the wood planks of the flooring was askew. She slipped her fingers beneath it, blindly feeling around for something. Sure enough, she felt it. A paper with a phone number. Libby Grambs, it read, above the string of numbers.

By the time Avery made it back to the hospital, the heart monitor wasn’t beeping with that annoying yet reassuring ding. The bleak room was even more uneasily silent, devoid of life.

It was at that moment that Avery decided to never play again.

“I thought you promised to stay away from him, Lib.”

Avery was tired of watching Libby dust the antique shop over and over again, hobbling around with her black eye and bumping into everything. There were two things Libby always did when she had something on her mind- she either bakes a bunch of cupcakes that Avery would have no choice but stuff herself with later or dusts the antique shop until even the antiques themselves looked brand new.

“I couldn’t help it, Ave. He… he called me and said sorry and that he wanted to meet up.”

Avery rolled her eyes and tapped on the cash register in anger, though holding back from crushing the keys. They definitely couldn’t afford another one unless one of them suddenly married some rich man.

It was always the same story. Libby did or said something Drake didn’t like. Then he’d hit her. Only once, but it was already too much. Then he’d apologize and do his usual speech, and Libby would forgive him.

“This is the seventh time you’ve broken up with him,” she spat at her sister. “Make it be the last.”

Libby nearly knocked over another vintage jewelry box. “I can’t help it.” She ducked down to steady the box, probably already thinking about what types of cupcakes she was going to bake this time.

“How about you go and flip the OPEN sign outside? We should close up. I doubt we’re going to get any more customers at this hour.”

Libby nodded and went to the front door. Just as she was going out, she slammed straight into a man who had just opened the door to come inside.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry I didn’t mean to–”

Avery glanced over while her sister started rambling away. A man with ashy brown hair and a cowboy hat was helping her sister up in a gentlemanly manner. He had matching cowboy boots, too. He looked… quite odd, honestly. Dressed as both a cowboy and in a fancy way at once. She couldn’t tell if he was some rich guy mocking cowboys or just a desperate wannabe. His skin glowed a beautiful tan, though Avery was skeptical as to whether it was real or not. These days bronzing drops were all the rage.

“Be careful, darlin’,” the handsome stranger said to her sister, whose blush seemed very visible because of her pale skin, looking at him as though he was a heaven-sent messenger offering tickets to paradise. She was so red even her blue roots seemed to be turning purplish.

Libby shyly thanks him and practically runs out the door, red-faced. The stranger’s gaze follows her curiously, and then he picked up an item that had fallen off a nearby shelf when he’d bumped into her. He then turned around and headed for the counter.

“The name’s Nash.” He glanced out at the sign Libby was flipping outside that now read ‘CLOSED’. “Well, mind if I take a look around even though you seem to be closing up? I promise I won’t take long.”

Avery nodded, watching him as he wandered around the little shop, his boots clicking rhythmically. He stopped at a particular shelf and picked up a knife, flipping it over in his large palm. It had patterns engraved onto the blade and a gem encrusted hilt, one of the more expensive items the shop had to sell lately.

“I’ll buy it,” he said, looking back up. The strange cowboy came and placed it on the counter, pulling out a shiny black card.

“Is that your sister?” he asked as she rummaged around, trying to find the magnetic stripe reader. Customers didn’t usually arrive waving around a fancy card.

“Yeah.” Avery paused, looking at him suspiciously. “Why do you ask?”

Nash raised an eyebrow playfully. “Ever heard of genuine, well intentioned romantic interest, kid?” he said, a slight southern accent dragging out some vowels and adding an atypical rhythm to his speech. Was that real, too? “What’s her name?”

“Libby. And stay far, far away from her,” she warned as she handed him the receipt and the knife. ‘Nash’ gave her a grin.

“Farewell, little miss. I’ll make sure to come around again, and maybe I’ll have my brothers tag along next time.” With that, he tipped his cowboy hat at her and winked, then turned around to walk out. Avery glared at him through the store’s glass door as he chatted away with Libby outside.

Her fists tightened on the edges of the countertop; fragments of their yapping being heard through the open window. Libby did not need another act to her tragic love life. Drake was already more than enough.

Sure, this guy looked nicer, but you could never know for sure. Drake had looked handsome and calm at first, too.

Avery rubbed her temples, trying to soothe the already forming headache as Libby burst back into the store, blabbing away.

“Avery, isn’t he so dreamy? I never liked cowboys but…”

Someone kill me now.

~~~

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the future chapters!

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[aimlacely-sapphic]

I actually love that Avery actively chooses Jamie. I love the idea that love is a choice and she might have some love for Grayson too (which is totally fair, people can be attracted to multiple people at once) but she choses to be with and love Jameson.

Like there are many things that are slightly iffy about her relationship with both of them (but really no relationship is perfect) but the fact that he wants to be different for her because of her (not because of what she wants from him) and she wants to be with him and love him is so powerful for supporting the idea of autonomy and control over your actions in a loving relationship.

#love is a choice #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #avery x jameson #averyjameson #jennifer lynn barnes

[roselilies]

It's a lifestyle

#the inheritance trilogy #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #grayson davenport hawthorne #jameson winchester hawthorne #avery x jameson #avery x grayson #averyjameson #averygrayson #a very risky gamble #the inheritance games #the hawthorne brothers #the hawthorne legacy #team grayson #team jameson #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #jennifer lynn barnes #kali uchis

[starrynightsxo]

jameson hawthorne, you have had 3 interactions with the main character, HOW ARE YOU ALREADY IN MY WALLS???

#im down bad #averyjameson #jameson hawthorne #hes so man #jameson #avery x jameson #avery grambs #avery #tig #the inheritance games #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #also grayson who? #cos hes in the bin already #idk how people think he had a chance im sorry but when i have THIS chemistry??? #no chance sorry #grayson hawthorne #brothers hawthorne #tfg #thl #jennifer lynn barnes #books #bookish #booklr #bookworm #booktok #book reviews #book recs #book recommendations

[banilikesfictionalpeople]

Jameson: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Avery: You always act stupid.

Avery:

Avery: Wait...

#jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #avery grambs #jameson winchester hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #avery x jameson #the inheritance games #inheritance games

[bookishbitchh]

jameson hawthorn is the type to get arrested by the police n just be laughing and cracking jokes whilst he’s being handcuffed

#jameson hawthorne #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #avery x jameson #avery grambs

[elif-in-wonderland]

Reminder that The Grandest Game comes out in 6 months 😩😩 I’m too excited :))

#grayson hawthorne #averyjameson #the brothers hawthorne #the inheritance games #xander hawthorne #avery grambs #jameson winchester hawthorne #nash hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #avery x jameson #the grandest game #thea calligaris #rebecca laughlin

[mafiasliege]

I dare you to let me go

(this is part 3 of my javery fanfic. Enjoy reading!)

Part 2↓

AVERY

If there's one thing Avery had learned as a 21 year old philanthropist, it's that it doesn't matter how rich you are or how many people you have working for you, if you want something done correctly, you have to do it yourself. 

She was beyond frustrated as she walked into the foyer of the Hawthorne House. It still gave her the same homely comfort. She couldn't wait to go to bed and fall asleep with Jameson wrapped around her. She missed seeing him awake. She sometimes hoped that he couldn't fall asleep so that they could talk and spend some time together. 

Where was he? She stopped walking when she saw Lyra in the solarium with a cigarette in one hand and a glass in the other. 

I should ask her. 

"Hey" 

"Oh look who decided to show up" Lyra seemed annoyed to Avery, but she couldn't make out why. 

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"What's wrong? You didn't even show up to your own birthday party!" 

"Wha-" realisation dawned on Avery mid-sentence. Her blood turned to ice as Lyra grew even more pissed than before.

"You're seriously not telling me you forgot your own birthday. I bet you don't even remember about last night's dinner plan with your beau." 

Dinner pla- the card. Oh no. 

She had it with her, but she'd forgotten to solve the riddle on it. But Lyra seemed agitated enough already, so she stayed quiet. 

"I'm so sorry, Ly. I'm so, so sorry. Where is everyone?"

Where is Jameson? 

"All about the house. I haven't seen Jamie, either. Maybe he's still waiting in the miserable little party room" she sassed, Avery couldn't blame her.

Her thoughts came to a screeching hault as she went to the ballroom. It was covered in platinum and violet decorations and a banner that said 'Happy Birthday to the Prettiest Girl on Earth!' It was gorgeous. Guilt hit her like a brick.

How many occasions like this had she missed and didn't know? 

"Avery?" 

"Xander."

"Where were you?" He said with a frown. Xander Hawthorne almost never frowned. She didn't answer Xander's question and instead asked her own.

"Where's Jameson?" 

"I don't know. He's probably tryna catch a breath in the solarium or the passageways." 

"Catching a breath?"

Yep. I've screwed up.

"Yeah. He seemed upset. We waited for you for two hours in a crouch. We're going to have a funeral for our toes," he told her. He didn't put his usual xander-esque sarcastic flair to it. 

Correction: I've screwed up, bad. 

Avery called Oren over and told him to find Jameson. 

In the time that Avery, Grayson and Xander got to Jameson's wing, everyone else had also started searching for him and tried to call him. She slipped inside his room. It always smelled so… him. He still wore the same perfume she got for him on his birthday. She pushed aside the nostalgia and started looking for anything that was out of order. So far, everything was normal - messy room, chair piled full of clothes. Pictures of her on his nightstand. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the bathroom door slightly ajar.

"We found nothing. Did you?" 

She could not did not answer Grayson and Xander as she pushed the bathroom door. It gave out a long squeak, as if to make a grand entrance to the horror it was. She heard Xander gasp and Grayson suck in a breath.

The mirror was shattered into a million pieces. The cracks were concentric, meaning he'd probably punched it. He had punched it, considering the crimson in the sink. Avery saw a thousand reflections of herself in the gleaming pieces. She recognised none. How could I have been so blind? She could feel the dread and panic brewing in her gut.

A box lay on the ground. She gingerly picked it up. 

"I'll go see if Oren found out anything" said Grayson, and took Xander away with him.

-------------------------------------------

"He did what?" Avery said in disbelief.

"He was last seen at the airport." 

"And that's all you found out?" Asked Grayson.

"Yes. They said they were legally restrained from sharing the whereabouts of a person's private jets or their destinations." 

"He got a plane? When?" How would've been the better question, but she chose the indirect path of questioning. She knew he frequently visited the devil's mercy. He'd won The Annual Game twice now. She didn't know what he traded the winner's seal for the second time, but it was clearly enough to buy a plane. Another blow of guilt hit her at how different things were the first time he'd won versus now.

"An year ago. Probably to avoid getting found in situations such as this one."

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Did she miss more dates and break more promises than she would have liked? Yes. But he couldn't just up and go whenever and wherever. He couldn't fly off with zero explanations leaving her worried and confused.

He couldn't just leave like that.

Avery decided to ask Grayson to use his… resources, but he was already on the phone with his PI.

"It's getting late, kid. We should all get some sleep" said Nash, who'd spoken for the first time since the discussion started. Everyone started going back to their rooms. But Grayson followed Avery.

"Avery, wait." She turned around, knowing why he'd stopped her.

"I'm alright, Grayson, really. And he'll come back, I'm sure. This isn't him."

"And this didn't used to be you, either. But here we are."

"What does that mean?"

"It means Jamie isn't just 'coming back.' You're family, Avery. You've been one of us ever since you came here. But we've all seen you two for the last few years" he stopped talking, as if struggling to say what came after.

"You were there without really being there. And I understand, it's not easy, being so young and changing the world. Jamie waited for you and accepted bits and pieces because he loves you too much. But you did break his heart, and you weren't even there to witness it. You didn't even notice until he disappeared."

-------------------------------------------------

Avery got to her room and shut the door.

She pulled out the card- the one that Jameson gave her. It was a fairly easy riddle, easy because he might've been thinking she wouldn't waste spend too much time solving it.

Rrain oon oour rooffs imittates the soound of clapps blaaring in a ttheatre. <3

You just had to pluck out the unnecessary letters. And when the less-than symbol was inverted and attached to the 3, the kiss symbol looked like an 8.

Rooftop at 8. It said rooftop at 8pm, for a dinner plan. Probably followed by stargazing, as she loved to do. She'd rant about starts and constellations; how she felt slightly humbled staring at them, and Jameson would just listen fondly. She'd taken him for granted, hadn't she? And she could bet she hasn't been much humble at times, either.

But she'd always loved him.

She just hadn't shown it. That was probably one of her biggest regrets.

And then, only in the privacy of her room could she manage to open the box. She could not open it in that bathroom and risk crying in front of everyone. The tears started falling only after she flipped open the lid.

Nestled inside was an emerald-studded ring.

#the inheritance games #tig fanfic #jameson x avery #jameson hawthorne #avery x jameson #tig #the grandest game #avery grambs #the brothers hawthorne #averyjameson #javery #the hawthorne brothers #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #IDYTLMG

[averyjamesqn]

‘Jameson brought his lips within a centimeter of hers. “If you want, Mystery Girl,” he murmured, heat rising between them, the name a remnant of another time, “you can start calling me Mystery Boy.”

JAMESON HAWTHORNE THE MAN THAT YOU ARE ???? they’re so hot😵‍💫

#avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #averyjameson #the inheritance games #avery x jameson #jameson winchester hawthorne #tfg #hawthorne brothers #brothers hawthorne