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Forbidden Fruit

A Grayson Hawthorne x oc fic

Warnings/notes (regarding the whole fic) : slight cursing, sexual innuendos, no smut, MLM, friends to enemies to lovers, might be a lil ooc (forgive me first fic ever if you dont count 'Wine and Woes'), i also changed Cassian to a human instead of a faerie, also, it's gonna be a little slow, please bear with me.

(please heed that this only a work of fiction, so do not be influenced by it, and for the love of God don't do anything that's happening in this fic.)

(trespassing is not a light matter, especially when you're breaking into a multi-billionaire's house. Doing this will have its consequences 🙏💀)

Word count: Idk man, lots of words here 💀

Summary: Grayson Hawthorne had always wanted to be like his grandfather. He had never been in the business of making friends, until he meets someone who is going to turn his life upside down, and possibly make his brain short circuit

Prologue

Part 1

"your ego is bigger than Jupiter itself. Your IQ on the other hand, is the complete opposite"

"i know you ain't talking like that when you don't know what basic slang is, blondie"

"i prefer doing more productive things than spending all my time on such uselessly mind-consuming pieces of media"

"........ This is why you have no friends and no bitches"

"i have you." Grayson smiled, something he rarely did "maybe that's all I need."

Pre-Timeskip

Grayson Hawthorne was not in the business of making friends, much like his grandfather, Tobias Hawthorne. Even though he was only 13 years old, he relied on himself, he did not ask for help. Grayson knew he was extraordinary, his grandfather had made sure he knew.

He was prepared for every possible outcome in every possible situation. Or so he thought, until he was face to face with a rather unusual looking boy

Unusual in the sense that the boy was wearing muddy overalls, his fluffy brown hair had leaves and twigs stuck in it. His smile is too big, too bright, much like the sun shining overhead. Grayson's eyes trail down the short boy's appearance, hes holding his hands out to Grayson, holding two red geraniums in them. The geraniums are muddy too. Grayson's face scrunches up looking at the filth.

"Who are you?" Grayson glares at the boy "And how did you get in here?"

For anyone else, Grayson's glare would have been terrifying. His silver eyes making them uncomfortable in their own skin. But this boy? He kept grinning, and holding out his flowers. The audacity he had to ruin Grayson's peaceful garden time agitated Grayson.

"My name is Cassian!" Cassian smiles brightly "Whats yours?"

Grayson did not want to answer, this boy's innocence was.....annoying, but he did so out of politeness, and perhaps the hope that maybe this boy would leave if he knew who he was talking to was far superior.

"Grayson" Grayson introduced himself "My name is Grayson Hawthorne."

Grayson did not see any flash of recognition in the boy's midnight blue eyes. That agitated him more. First, this boy had the audacity to interrupt his peaceful garden time, Now, he didn't even know who Grayson was?!

"Woah! You have a cool name! Grayson. Gray, like your eyes" he says in awe, as if he had never seen gray eyes before

What was Grayson even supposed to say to that? Grayson frowns at Cassian. Hoping that maybe he'll see the obvious annoyance and leave. But Grayson's hopes were nothing if not futile, because Cassian just smiles at him.

Instead, he just tells him something Grayson does not want to know

"My last name is Moonbeam!" he smiles

Cassian Moonbeam? What a ridiculous name..... Grayson thought

It was also not a name Grayson recognised, so one, this boy was not from a prominent family, and two, he was not a worker's son. Since those children never approached Grayson, knowing who he is.

"You do realize that you're trespassing, right?" Grayson raises an eyebrow, looking down his nose at the boy

Cassian cocks his head to the side a little "Trespassing?" he says, expression neutral "but there's only one of me, wouldnt that make it unopassing?" he grins

This boy..... Grayson's mind comes up with a few rude words, but he decides to keep them to himself.

Instead, he calmly says "That wasn't funny"

"it wasn't meant to be."

"How did you get in here?"

"i slid through the tall border thingy" Cassian points at the tall border that separated the woods from the estate. Grayson's eyes slid from the metal border back to Cassian

"And no one saw you? Not even one of the guards? And how in the world did you manage to slip through the gap?!"

"oh. Um. Well, i kinda watched the guards routine a lot, so I slipped in when they were away." Cassian grins "And it's not that small of a gap. Plus, I'm small and lean"

Grayson was so done with this kid and this whole conversation. He wanted this boy gone

He sighs and states "Trespassing, especially onto the Hawthorne estate, is a crime"

Cassian's grin disappears and he cocks his head to the side "Crime? Are you saying the police are gonna arrest me?"

"im saying they can if they are notified"

"Then let's not tell them." Cassian slightly juts out his lower lip

Grayson was appalled. Things like this should be notified. So no one else creeps onto the territory. Tobias Hawthorne was a man whose head multiple people wanted. Grayson didnt know who those people were or why, but he knew that with power, came risk.

"Are you seriously telling me I shouldn't tell someone that someone trespassed onto the territory?!"

Cassian shrugs and Grayson wants to strangle him, instead, he sighs exasperatedly

"How old are you?"

"11. Why?"

"Doesn't that explain so many things" Grayson says sarcastically and rolls his eyes

"What does that mean!?"

"Nothing you should be concerned about considering the situation you're in. How do you even plan to get out of here?"

Cassian looks a little confused "Huh? What do you mean? I'll just go back out the same way I came in"

Grayson scoffs "Thats not what I meant. Now, hypothetically, I don't tell on you, but do you really expect to just leave without a scratch? One of the guards could see you as you're trying to get out. Fate isn't in your hands"

Cassian pauses "But I already have scratches"

Grayson grits his teeth "Those are not the kind of scratches I'm talking about, Cassian"

"Doesn't matter." Cassian frowns slightly "What about you? How old are you?"

"I have no reason to tell you" Grayson replies dismissively, pauses, and then says "13"

The smirk on Cassian's face is smug "oh, so you're a baby. Like me"

"Baby?!" Grayson looks offended "I am not a baby!"

"You are" Cassian leans forward, and with one muddy finger, boops Grayson's nose "Boop!"

That's it. How dare this....this commoner touch him?! It was bad enough not knowing who he is, now this?!

"Do that again-" Grayson starts to threaten, but is cut off with another boop to the nose "Wha-"

"You said 'do it again' " Cassian smirks cheekily

"I swear to God-" Grayson takes a deep breath, composing himself. It was not like him to lose his temper over something like this "Do not do that again. Now, state your business for bothering me"

"Flowers." Cassian holds up the geraniums "For you."

Grayson paused, processing this information "......"

"you trespassed onto Hawthorne property to give me flowers?!"

Cassian nodded excitably

"You are either exceptionally smart or extremely stupid" Grayson sighs "i do not want your flowers"

"ill forgive you for calling me stupid, since I want to be your friend."

"i do not want you as a friend. Why would you even want to be friends with me?"

"Because you're a loner with no friends to bring you flowers" Cassian shrugs

Grayson had to admit, that stung. He did have so-called "friends", but he never was close with them, so they were more like strangers that he knew. But was he going to admit he didn't have friends to Cassian? Absolutely not.

"i have friends" Grayson grits through his teeth, fists clenching at his sides. He was getting impatient.

"No, you don't. I would've seen them if you did" Cassian says smugly

Grayson pauses, inhaling a sharp breath "you were stalking me?"

"i wouldnt say that," Cassian takes a step closer as Grayson takes one back "More like, saw you sitting here alone everyday as I passed by."

"And if i dont believe you?" Grayson says, internally prepared for a fight

"Well, I'm already here and giving you flowers. Red, right? Your favourite color?" he holds up the flowers again

"Youre a wierdo," Grayson slaps his hand away "i dont want your flowers."

Cassian frowns a little "oh. That's okay, maybe you hate these ones. I'll bring you some more tomorrow"

"Do not come back" Grayson grits

"im gonna" Cassian places the flowers at Grayson's feet, stands back up, looks at Grayson, shoots him a mischievous grin, and boops his nose again, making Grayson's nose officially the most booped part of his body.

Grayson opens his mouth to finally curse but Cassian starts running away "Oh, no, you don't." Grayson runs after him

But Cassian is surprisingly fast, and dodges Grayson multiple times

"We're playing tag, now?" Cassian snorts a laugh

Grayson realizes what's happening and stops dead in his tracks and frowns, glaring at Cassian.

"Leave." he says, barely holding on to his anger

"Why-" Cassian begins, but Grayson interrupts

"Leave before I tell on you. I'm giving you a free card once, don't expect it again" Grayson takes a breath through his teeth

Cassian slowly blinks at him, but then smiles softly and says "Okay! I'll figure out how to get out by myself next time"

Grayson watches as the boy sneakily watches out for the guards, and then darts into the woods without being seen, and eventually vanishes out of sight.

Grayson lets out a huff of irritation, and begins to walk back to the House, when he notices the muddy geraniums on the grass in front of him.

He hesitates for a second before picking them up.

I'll just throw them away, it doesn't matter. He thought

But a small part of Grayson, that he desperately tried to push away, wants to keep them. He doesn't want to admit it, but he really did not have any friends to bring him flowers. He was still suspicious of the boy, but he decided to see where all of this would end.

But for now, all he had to focus on was getting inside, taking a much needed shower, because of that pesky boy, and then attend lunch with his brothers and Grandfather.

Tagging:

@never-enough-novels @pink-mask-06

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hearthown · 7 days

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I'm sure we can all agree that Emily Laughlin is two-faced and there are two sides to her.

1) The side she wants everyone to see

2) Who she really is deep down inside

Here is how I imagine it:

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #emily laughlin #cancel emily #no hate to anyone!!#mirror mirror on the wall who is the biggest liar of them all (emily laughlin)

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hearthown · 13 days

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Something about Emily's death that always bothered me badly is Tobias Hawthorne.

He knew that Grayson and Jameson were there that night. He knew that Jameson was the last person Emily saw before her death. He knew that Jameson watched Emily Laughlin die.

But how? He could only know if he was watching them. Or if it wasn't him, he sent someone to keep an eye on them.

So if you really think about it... whoever the old man sent, or even the old man himself, could've saved Emily. But they didn't.

Which makes me wonder if he wanted Emily to go on purpose. We all know that Tobias Hawthorne never got his hands bloody, but he played a significant part in many people's deaths.

Will Blake? He was hit on the head with a brick multiple times. Tobias was the last person with his body. He didn't kill him. He just didn't save him and that's how he died.

What if it's the same with Emily? What if somehow, he could've saved her but he chose not to? I'm pretty sure he saw how she was tearing both of his grandsons apart. And I'm pretty sure that he'd go to any length to stop her from doing so. Even if it meant for good. Permanently.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #tobias hawthorne #grayson davenport hawthorne #jameson winchester hawthorne #emily laughlin

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hearthown · 13 days

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who is this

"This is Grayson Hawthorne speaking. Weren't you the one who called?"

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hearthown · 13 days

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Darling, can I be your favourite?

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hearthown · 13 days

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Heyooo

Im bored. So now im gonna send u shit ♥

Pretend that's me ♥

Sure, anytime!

I L Y T 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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hearthown · 13 days

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Guess who?

(i want to do it too)

Hint: a person that is currently alive

"I already told you, I don't guess", Grayson reiterated, his lips now curving into a slightly annoyed frown, but the hint of a smirk could be seen.

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hearthown · 14 days

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I have a confession.

I laughed when Grayson first introduced himself back in Avery's high school principal's office.

Why, you ask?

Before he introduced himself the traditional way, full name and all – Avery specifically thought of the nickname "Gray Eyes" (I believe she was wondering what he was here to talk to her about).

And I remember thinking to myself, imagine if his name is GRAY or something. Then he said "my name is Grayson Hawthorne" and I was like HDJSJDKSWK of course, how did I not see that coming 😂

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #grayson we love you and your gray eyes #your eyes brighten my life #grayson davenport hawthorne #avery kylie grambs

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hearthown · 14 days

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Thank you so much for the tag! 🩷 I loved writing this <3

Things You May Not Know About Me ♟️

fav music artist : Joshua Bassett & Johnny Orlando are my top two!

fav song : oooo this is a tough one – currently it's Heaven is You by Joshua Bassett though!

fav movie : Tangled 💜

fav album : The Ride by Johnny Orlando

fav tv series : Miraculous Ladybug 🐞🐈‍⬛️

fav book series : THE INHERITANCE GAMES

if I were a colour : my friends always say I remind them of yellow or pink!

a character I'm most like : probably Hermione Granger

if I were a song : All in Due Time by Joshua Bassett

random fact : 我现在在进步我的中文。我希望我以后可以说很流利的中文。(I'm improving my Chinese right now. I hope that one day, I'll be able to speak fluently in Chinese!)

Tagging 🤍 no pressure,

@hathorneheiress @banilikesfictionalpeople + anyone else who wants to join!

things you may not know about me! ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

feel free to use this as a template!!!

fav music artist: taylor swift

fav song: cornelia street

fav movie: titanic

fav album: reputation, taylor swift

fav tv series: gilmore girls

fav book series: percy jackson (duh haha!)

something you may not know about me:

i thrive off of academic validation and i love working towards success (call me rory gilmore!)

a character i’m most like: bianca stratford, 10 things i hate about you

if i were a color i’d be: red!

if i were a song i’d be: bejeweled, taylor swift

random fact: my favorite ice cream is the salted caramel coffee flavor!

no pressure tags! 💌

@jgracie @sunnitheapollokid @hope92100 @ssparksflyy @s1utlvr @aezuria

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hearthown · 14 days

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I've always wondered what would've happened if Avery came to Hawthorne House with Emily still alive.

[Alternate universe: Tobias Hawthorne still chooses Avery to inherit his fortune and ropes her into the game although things between Gray and Jamie aren't as bad as they were in the original universe with Emily being dead]

Emily would definitely get Grayson and Jameson to turn against Avery. Rebecca once said that Emily would hate that she "stole" their money. Emily would make life a living hell for Avery if she came into their lives.

I can picture her PRETENDING to befriend Avery and backstab her and tell the boys lies and manipulate them into thinking that Avery truly intended to hurt them. I can picture them trusting Emily because that's what they always did. It hurts me to think that they would exclude Avery and ostracise her – just because Emily was so good at manipulating others.

All I'm saying is... I'm glad Emily was no longer around when Avery arrived. I'm glad she was prevented from destroying even more than she had already destroyed.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #emily laughlin #cancel emily #grayson davenport hawthorne #jameson winchester hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #rebecca laughlin

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hearthown · 14 days

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@hearthown 's Masterlist

WELCOME!

Headcanons:

Tiramisu & Gray

a story – four parts:

part one, fake dating

part two, star crossed love

part three, tragedy

part four, penance

The Final Letters (TIG):

Nash

Grayson

Jameson

Fanfics // AUs:

Ten-eighteen (TIG)

Jameson – One Hell of A Shot

Start, Middle, End:

Nash *coming soon*

Grayson

Jameson *coming soon*

Xander *coming soon*

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hearthown · 14 days

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YEEEEEHAW!!! 🤠

DRAMA QUEEEEEEN 👸

TROOOOOLL 🧌

BBBBBBBBBB 👶

I love how the Hawthorne boys are described as such magnetic, alluring beings. Because you dive in expecting them to be that, but it's just:

Yeehaw

Drama Queen

A literal troll

Baby

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #nash hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #xander hawthorne

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hearthown · 15 days

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Jameson's Letter

Adrenaline in his veins. The thrill of a rush sending a jolt through his body. That's what Jameson felt as he watched Avery solve the anagram. That's what he could feel as he examined the contents of the box that lay open on the floor of the cell.

He really couldn't help it. He'd been angry a few hours ago. But when he saw the solved anagram, Avery's full name turned into "a very risky gamble", he couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of all this was. His grandfather's games intrigued him. They had always did.

He had thought that this game was about him, for him. He had thought that this was all part of his grandfather's master plan to get him to finally confess his shameful deed that night by the cliffs. He had thought that this was about Emily.

Was it? He asked himself now. He looked at the girl that was kneeling on the floor, in front of the box.

Avery. He saw her with new eyes now, new lenses. She had been part of the game. His grandfather clearly knew what he was doing when he chose her to inherit his legacy. He had made a very risky gamble. And that gamble had succeeded. That gamble was right in front of his eyes, right now.

And so was his envelope. Five envelopes. Five names. He reached into the box and carefully extracted the one with his name on it. Jameson.

Another rush. Then, he opened it.

Jameson,

Secret's out.

— T. T. H.

Jameson let out a broken little laugh. So part of it was about him after all. About Emily. It had been the plan all along. His grandfather had used Avery to get to him. To get him to tell the truth.

The cat is out of the bag. Jameson thought.

And maybe that's not so bad. He finished, his gaze landing on Grayson, who had just finished staring at his message.

They held each other's gaze and there was a meaning to it. And for the first time since a long time, neither of them broke it until they were ready to look away.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #jameson winchester hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #tobias hawthorne

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hearthown · 15 days

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Grayson's Letter

Grayson watched as Avery finished solving the anagram. His most recent words echoed in his ears.

A very risky gamble.

Avery Kylie Grambs.

How could he not have seen that? It was there all along, in her name. He was the one who had spent time researching her background but never once did he find anything that was suspicious to him.

Grayson had always believed that his grandfather had had his reasons behind everything he did, every choice he made. He could see that now. It was proven. Everything pointed to Avery. Ten-eighteen. Her full name anagrammed. It was a very Tobias Hawthorne thing to do.

He had spent sleepless nights wondering what had made his grandfather break his promise to him so many years ago.

It wasn't a promise.

Some dark part of him whispered.

It was what you expected. You should know better than to expect.

His grandfather had told him that someday, it was going to be him. Pertaining Avery's arrival, there had been no warning, nothing at all. He had had to sit through the reading of the will, the burning stares from the rest of the room and he had heard the unasked question behind each and every one of their eyes.

Wasn't it supposed to be you?

Even until now, he still could not figure out the reason his grandfather had disinherited him. Their family. Didn't he always say "family first"?

Right now, that didn't matter. He looked again at the open box. Five envelopes. Five names. Maybe there would be an answer in his envelope. Something that could tell him anything about why his grandfather had chosen Avery.

He watched as Jameson extracted his envelope first, then Xander. Then, he reached into the box and picked up his. He carefully broke the seal and read the last message his grandfather left for him.

Grayson,

Stand tall.

— T. T. H.

Grayson stared at his letter. Was that all his grandfather had to say to him?

Stand tall?

When translated, it could mean "be strong". It could mean "be proud".

Grayson thought back to every lesson he had learnt here in Hawthorne House since the day he had been born. He had been trained to be the best. To be perfect. Anything less than that was not and could not be tolerated. He had learnt every lesson, corrected every mistake under the impression that one day, it was going to be him. He was going to have to take over his grandfather's legacy.

And right now? There was no legacy to take over. There was no heir apparent. There was only him. Grayson. The man that was shaped credit to the great Tobias Hawthorne.

Perhaps he's telling me to remember all that I have learnt. Grayson thought.

Perhaps he's telling me to let go of the past and move on.

He continued staring at his envelope. He would have to find time to sit down and process his grandfather's final words to him later. Yes, it was only two words, but with Tobias Hawthorne, every little thing meant something. He looked up to find Jameson looking in his direction and he met his brother's gaze.

Let go of the past and move on. He thought to himself again, while gray eyes met green.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #grayson davenport hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #tobias hawthorne

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hearthown · 15 days

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Nash's Letter

This series is for @pennyforyourthoughts345 (saw your post about the letters we never got to read) and was inspired to write fanfics about them!) Grayson's and Jameson's parts coming soon ✌️ PS, reread Chapter 87 of TIG if you want more context!

Nash watched as the lid of the box popped open. His eyes roved over the contents of the box. Five envelopes. Five names.

His eyes glazed. The last time he stood in Hawthorne House playing one of the old man's games, he'd been in his adolescent years. That was all before he made the decision to leave. To leave Hawthorne House. To leave the old man's legacy behind. To make his own stand.

He never cared for the money. Hell, he never even cared for any of the games. Nash knew that the him today knew better than the him that spent half of his life growing up in the house. They were all brought up to play. And when they played, they played to win.

But what was the point? Towards the end, he told himself that he would not let himself become a pawn in another one of the old man's games. And yet, here he stood. Back in Hawthorne House, caught up in the middle of another game.

Xander had asked for his presence in the tunnels not too long ago. Why did I come?

It was not that he missed playing his grandfather's games. No. It was more of a responsibility. If you need me, I'll be there. Just say the word.

A small smile escaped his lips. He thought back to the day he left, to the words he uttered to each of his brothers. At that time, he had already stopped caring about the old man's games and petty competitions. He was ready to be free. But deep down inside, Nash always knew that he would always care for his brothers, no matter what. Nothing could change that.

That was the reason he had come. Xander needed him. Avery needed him. In the short time since she arrived at Hawthorne House, Avery had become like a little sister to him. No, he didn't feel threatened by her presence like Grayson was. He felt the strange need to protect her from whatever plans the great Tobias Hawthorne had in store for her.

Nash knew that this probably wasn't the end to the game. That there was more. That Avery was probably just another pawn in the long game his grandfather liked to play. But he would worry about that later. What he should worry about was the envelope sitting in the box. His envelope with his name written in an elegant scrawl. His grandfather's handwriting.

Nash let Avery and his brothers take their envelopes first. Then, with uncanny synchronity, they opened their letters at the same time.

Nash,

Last game?

— T. T. H.

Nash swore under his breath. Even to the very end, even after his death, his grandfather had predicted that someday, he'd return to play for his own reasons. Somehow, he was sure that this wasn't the last game Tobias Hawthorne had up his sleeve, but it was the last words he would ever receive from him.

Last game? He repeated to himself.

Maybe not. He thought again, his gaze now moving to his brothers.

Note: I'm only using two words for all of their letters since in Avery's original letter, TTH only used two words and in Xander's letter, there were two words as well. Patterns are definitely a Tobias Hawthorne thing so two words for all the letters it is!

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #nash hawthorne #nash westbrook hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #avery grambs #tobias hawthorne

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