THE INHERITANCE GAMES ONE SHOTS

𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝟏 - 𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑿 𝑱𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑵

REQUEST 1: Make a Javery One Shot! By @ChocolateLover214 (I took lots of creative liberties, hope you like it and would love your thoughts on it!)

JAMESON'S POV:

Her soft chestnut brown hair caressed my face, she fit so perfectly in my arms. If it weren't for the rest of my family and friends in the room, I would bring her up to our room.

But alas, it was Christmas Eve which meant that everyone was currently in the living room, one of many in the Hawthorne House.

"When is Santa Claus finally going to come?" Xander finally broke the silence. Max, his girlfriend who was currently sitting next to him started laughing and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

"Kid, aren't you a bit old to still believe in Christmas?" Nash argued, pressing a large hand over Libby's swollen stomach. The baby bump was small, so small that if you didn't know she was pregnant, you could have mistaken it for her eating too many of her cupcakes.

"Heiress, I know it's still early, but do you seriously want to wait even longer for the present opening? Xander is getting impatient, just look at him," I complained to my gorgeous girlfriend.

Her sleepy eyes looked me up and down, "take your shirt off and I'll think about it," she exclaimed with a smirk. "Your wish is my command, mystery girl." I winked at her, brought her off my lap and onto the couch. I took my shirt off quickly and ran up to grab my presents.

"Last one to bring the gifts that they are gifting down has to jump in the pool clothed!" I screamed as I ran up the stairs. I heard the crowd of people getting up, but didn't look back. Hawthornes didn't do distractions.

I took the bag which I hid behind a bonsai tree, closer to the living-room than our bedroom, paying close attention to the wooden box, a very special gift.

When I finally got down and secured the presents under the enormous Christmas tree, I noticed I wasn't the first one back. Libby was still laying on the couch, one of Nash' infamous cowboy hats on her stomach. And Max and Xander were still seated in the same place they were moments ago, only this time a remote control was in my younger brother's hand and Max was chanting "don't explode" vigorously on repeat.

Avery was the next one down, Grey wasn't far behind. Yet he wasn't running like her, he walked down the hallway in one of his immaculate black suits, a hand pushing through his blonde hair and displaying his effortless beauty.

The last one down was Nash, and although he persisted to refuse to go into the pool, me and the rest of my siblings managed to carry him to the nearest pool.

AVERY'S POV:

The boys finally came back, and although my brother in law Nash, yes they finally tied the knot about a month ago, looked like a drowned rat, I was excited to start opening the presents.

Xander, my BHFF (best Hawthorne friend forever) jumped to the presents first, screaming at the top of his lungs "I open the first one!"

He picked a red and green one with "XANDER HALE" written on it in permanent marker. He ripped it open with a lot of  aggression that I'd never seen on the youngest Hawthorne but the bright smile on his face made him resemble a little kid and my heart ached for him. He opened up a tool kit and looked straight at his girlfriend.

"You've started working full time over at your dads, and I thought it could come in handy." She blushed and he went over to make out with her.

"Love, I want you to open the next one." Jameson came behind me, one hand on my hip the other holding a wooden box.

I took the box and inspected it thoroughly. There was no specific opening.

This was a puzzle box.

"Oh Jameson. You know what you're doing to me." My arousal only grew as his warm breath met my nuke. This was like foreplay for us.

My first idea was to apply pressure to certain panels of the box.

Click

Scrabble letters fell out.

There were four T's, three O's, two E's, N's and I's there was also a B, G, A, H, R and P.

I tried mixing them up and found three words, abortion, potion and teeth. They seemed quite ridiculous put together, but if I learned anything in these two years at Hawthorne house, it's that the first option isn't always the best one.

I tried working them out again, yet this time I found something more coherent. To open, bring heat to it.

In a flash, I was in the kitchen grabbing a lighter, then back to the room with eager eyes awaiting the opening of the box.

"Do it quicker, I want to know what my idiot brother got you!" A grumpy and irritated Greyson growled. He wrinkled his nose in annoyance.

"I'm trying!" I brought the lighter to the box, yet instead of doing something, it brought the beautiful light brown wood to a crisp black.

If the first option doesn't work, try another. I went over to the heater, something to heat the box up without burning it. Nothing happened to the side I was looking at yet I felt something at my fingertips. I turned it to find a big black circle which had just appeared.

I looked over to Jameson with awe. "Come on, finish it," he shushed me as he placed butterfly kisses on my neck, reassuring me in a way. I then proceeded to apply pressure to the circle and a new hidden compartment appeared.

I pulled a piece of baby blue string out, and a series of mechanisms started going off until the small box opened. A ring adorned the box. I stared down at Jameson, who was now on one knee.

"Avery Kylie Grambs, Heiress, Mystery Girl," he stared as tears rushed down my rosy cheeks, "these two years have been some of the hardest of my life. But you've been with me every step of the way. You've accepted me for who I am, not some made up version I choose to portray to others. You not only accept me, but you are like me in all the best ways. My other half, my soulmate. When I first saw you at that will hearing, I could have never imagined I'd ever find someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, much less marry. But I want to do that with you, and so much more. I want to go on adventures with you, get into trouble with you, grow old with you and maybe even have a couple of little trouble makers too. So, Mystery Girl. Will you marry me?"

I started sobbing, clutching his shirt I brought his face up to mine, kissing him. His lips were soft, and the kiss started out slow, intimate. But the thing about me and Jameson is that we don't do slow. I grabbed his hair possessively and kissed him with all that I had. His tongue intertwined with mine, his body pressed onto me. He fit so perfectly in my arms. His large calloused hands made their way up my shirt leaving goosebumps down their trail. The moment was perfect. I was completely at peace.

Suddenly, I heard a cough that broke me out of our moment. "Congratulations, but nobody wants to see that." Greyson complained in his usual nonchalant tone.

I looked into Jameson's eyes, completely enamoured with him. Fuck, I love him so damn much.  He's my everything, and I don't know how I survived seventeen years without him. At least I'll never have to again.

"So it's a yes?" He asked me with curiosity, his palm shaking slightly on my back, as if he was afraid I'd say no.

"Yes" I started sobbing on his shoulder. "A thousand times yes!"

"Emory lively rugosity" he whispered caringly into my ear and I rearranged the letters to I love you Mystery girl with ease.

He proceeded to carry me bridal style to my room and whispered all the dirty things he was going to do to me into my ear.

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I hope you all enjoyed this, I would love it if you told me what you think of my writing and this chapter or how you think I could improve it.
- 𝐴𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 ♡
Next up, a Avery x Greyson