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louieshalo · 3 months

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I’ve waited this whole week (to sweep you off your feet)

by louieshalo

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | E | [17.8k]

originally for the bottom Harry fic fest, which now has a new blog for the authors left behind ! @bottom-harry-ficfest

Louis tried to shove the spatula under the mess again, but when it grated noisily against the bottom of the pan, Harry jumped in.

“No, not like that!” he said, horrified, as he darted over to snatch the spatula from Louis’ hand.

“Fuck’s sake,” Louis muttered, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. “You’re the one who insisted on teaching me how to cook, I don’t know why you’re surprised I’m bad at it.”

Harry made a pained little expression. “You’re not bad, you’re just… a little careless.” Delicately, he scraped the burnt mess onto a spare plate, where it landed with a soft thud and began leaking pancake batter.

Louis stared at his abomination of a pancake in dismay, poking at it with his fork.

“At least not all of it is burnt?” Harry tried, wincing.

Or, where Louis can’t cook for shit, and Harry is his stressed-out firefighter neighbor who is fed up with answering calls to his own building.

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#my fics #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #hlcreators #hljournal #hlficlibrary #bhficfest 2023 #bhf23 #bhff #yourlarrysource

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imogenleewriter · 5 months

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Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours)

Complete - WC: 29k words- Exes to Lovers - BHFF

“You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

“I can’t find someone interested in me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re having a laugh, mate.”

“Yeah, well, where are they, then? Because from what I’ve heard, you’re here alone.”

“As if I’d bring anyone to somewhere I knew you’d be. I wouldn’t wish your presence on my worst enemy.”

“Aw,” Louis cooed in a way that made Harry want to slap him. “You’re saying I’m not your worst enemy?”

“For someone to be an enemy, you have to give a shit about them. So, no. You’re not even on the list.”

“Oh–kay. Well, it’s been lovely as always, gents,” Zayn said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

My very late-so late that it technically doesn't exist anymore- @bottom-harry-ficfest fic

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blessin-n-curse · 5 months

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Hiding all of our sins from the daylight

by blessin_n_curse

21k / E / based on a prompt for @bhficfest

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Here is Harry, standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, wearing a tulle dress, the colour of which reminds him of the ashes left of the bond he shared with Louis. With his lover. The love of his life. [...] The dress was chosen for him, like everything else regarding the wedding. Groom included.

Or the one where Harry is Aphrodite, Louis is Ares, and their happiness gets taken away from them.

#harry and louis #louis and harry #fanfic #aphrodite #ares #bhff

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curiouselleth · 25 days

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Be He Foe or Friend

Decided to start posting this here as well! (ao3)

Be He Foe or Friend is a Silmarillion choose your own adventure fic I've been writing for a little while now, and right now I have 3 rounds of chapters out (including the first one.) At the end of each chapter there is a choice, and the one you choose corresponds with which chapter you read next! Right now I have the next chapters on ao3 linked in the options at the bottom, and I'll be reblogging this post with the next chapters!

This is written in second POV, as if you, the reader, are Lalwen.

Chapter 1: Introductions

“You are still young and this is a big step, my darling Lalwen, but as my daughter and princess of the Noldor, it is time you start attending court and finding your role as a princess of our people. I know you are unsure, but I have every confidence that the people will adore you.” your father said encouragingly.

“Are you sure, atar? I fear due to the controversy of your and amil’s marriage I may be ill received not just in the court, but by the people if I begin to take a greater role…”

Finwë tucks a braid behind your ear, “do not fear my darling, Fingolfin and I will be with you the entire time, even Fëanor will be there today.”

You smile, take a shaky breath, and nod, “I suppose we should stop stalling, then.”

“Lalwen, my daughter, my darling, my precious. You are the one stalling, not me!” we laughed.

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The court hall had always been lavishly adorned. Precious metals were inlaid into the very stone of the walls and floor, running like rivers and vines. The floor is a beautiful mosaic depicting the path the Noldor traveled from the very waters of Cuiviénen in the far east to the border of the home of the Noldor in the west, the white city of Tirion. The thrones sat on a raised dais, and upon each step a level of the city is depicted, until the top step, which shows the gardens outside this very hall, with the thrones in the middle sitting where the Court Hall would be depicted on the mosaic.

Windows of vibrantly colored glass depicting scenes of the Noldor’s travels and crafts starting nigh a step up from the floor stretch fathoms up, nearly to the ceiling where finely polished gemstones hanging in the eaves and vaults of the roof sparkle brilliantly in the light of the two trees. Between the windows hang intricately woven tapestries displaying the symbols of all the different Craft Guilds gently billowing as a breeze passes through the great doors of the hall.

Today the hall is filled with Noldor dressed in their finest clothes and jewels, and so many elves that they had to remove the benches that lined the halls to make more space. Garlands of flowers and vines stretch across the hall- no, not flowers! Finely crafted stones, ores and gems, shaped and arranged so realistically that one who was not accustomed to the Noldor would not even see the difference between these and the most beautiful of Yavanna’s blooms. If the light of the trees were any brighter the scene would be near blinding with the light reflecting off all the gems, metalwork, and polished stone.

There were also minstrels scattered through the hall, playing soft, joyful melodies and harmonies, for today a new Princess of the Noldor was taking her place in the court.

As the Royal family enters, a hush falls over the hall, so that the very steps of even baby Finarfin, your young brother, can be heard by the elves' ears.

Finwë leads your family in with Indis and baby Finarfin between them, as they pass the people bow, then Fëanor, Nerdanel his wife, pregnant again already! You marvel for a brief moment, and their son Maedhros. Next Fingolfin, your brother, and his betrothed Anarie.

Then it’s your turn. After you pass, the elves rise from their bow, and when you reach the dias and turn, about to take your seat, they erupt into thunderous applause and cheering.

It took several minutes for the crowd to quiet again so Finwë could properly introduce your joining the court. Such was their excitement to have a new Princess in court, as your sister Findis discovered that court was not for her and had begun contemplating becoming a devotee of Varda. The rest of the court session passed in a blur, so luckily there were not any matters that required your attention.

Unlike Findis, Fingolfin, your brother, had taken to court and politics like a… well like how only a prince of the Noldor could.

Fëanor too had taken to courtly matters quickly as well, though his true passions were lore and smithing. Even though he was your half-brother, and your eldest sibling, you did not know much more about him then any other elf, as his disdain for Indis, your mother, and Fingolfin, your brother, usually resulted in him visiting seldom, and on the few occasions he did, he was rather haughty, although never to the point of being straight out rude. He seemed rather tolerable on easier topics though, the few times you had the chance to speak.

Perhaps it was seeing how confident Fëanor and Fingolfin were and how sure in themselves and their beliefs they were was what made you hold your head higher, and even began to allow a seed of courage to begin to take root.

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Perhaps you should’ve expected someone would ask you about it. It had been controversial from the start, and the memory of elves was long, so it may always be so. But when they asked you if you thought it was fair to Míriel, who was barred from ever being re-embodied when your parents married, it still shook you. For you to say it was unfair would be to say that you wish yourself, your sister, and brothers would never, should never have been born, and your parents never married.

To say that it was not unfair to Míriel who was to be left dead permanently was to appear callus, saying that she made her choice and should never be returned to life.

Your half brother, Fëanor, the son of Míriel, would never miss the opportunity to argue for justice for his mother. But none could blame him, for he alone in all elves born in Valinor knew the pain of the death of a parent, in the undying lands. And furthermore the strange feeling of the loss of one who will never return.

Your brother Fingolfin usually took a more delicate approach, recognizing that Míriel did make a choice for herself, so Finwë had the right to do the same for himself.

All this passed through your mind in a flash, and you voiced your support for:

Fëanor’s position that it was unjust to Míriel, and Fëanor himself for he lost his mother permanently. Go to Fëanor’s Position

Fingolfin’s position that Míriel made her choice, sad that it was, and Finwë had the right to seek happiness when Míriel chose to leave, as Manwe, King of All Arda, declared Finwë’s right to remarry. Go to Fingolfin’s Position.

Allowing everyone, including Finwë and Míriel, privacy in difficult decisions such as these and that the discussion of such personal matters should not be a matter of public debate, despite the fact that it was about their King. Go to Privacy for Eru’s Sake!

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sparklebootsandvans · 10 months

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gonna start taking notes and make the first rough draft of what will happen in my fbi agent louis/witness protection harry fic tomorrow <333 been looking forward to sunday all week hehe

#my writing #my fics #bhff

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justapillowpetpanda · 8 months

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themovieblogonline · 1 year

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#Animation #bhff #brooklynhorrorfilmfestival #Horror #HorrorFlickChicks #WeirdKidz

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latest-update-movie-news · 2 years

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BHFF Jury Awards ‘Give Me An A,’ ‘Mother Superior’ Among Winners – The Hollywood Reporter

Director Marie Alice Wolfszahn’s Mother Superior has taken best feature in the main competition at the Brooklyn Horror Film Festival with the abortion-focused anthology Give Me An A garnering the Gold Audience Award during the seventh edition of the festival. Other main competition jury prize winners at BHFF, which ran from Oct. 13-20 with events held in Williamsburg and Prospect Park, included…

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#Among #Awards #BHFF #Give #Hollywood #Jury #Latest Movie News #Mother #Movie News #New Movie News #New Movie News and Rumors #Reporter #Superior #the latest news about movies #Winners

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finelinegynandromorph · 2 years

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silver dress feels like a cure for @bhficfest

“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” Harry breathes, his eyes wide. Louis just stares at him, mouth hanging open.

It’s been about ten years since Harry last saw the man, and he can see a slight touch of grey to his temples that looks just bloody gorgeous, damn him. Same lithe body and muscular shoulders he can see through the thin grey sweater clinging to his frame. Same fucking blue eyes that Harry had spent so many stupid teenage nights fantasizing about.

“Harry?” Louis finally gets out, like he’s not sure what he’s seeing. He glances behind Harry, as if someone else is about to show up.

“Yeah,” Harry exhales, twisting his mouth wryly. “I didn’t know it was going to be you.”

or, harry’s having trouble feeling himself. louis’ having trouble forgiving himself. they find help in the last place either would expect

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#a bit of fun! :)#1dficvillage #tracksintheam #1dsource #hlficlibrary #trackinghome #yourlarrysource #hlsource #hlcreators #hljournal #usual tags!#oh! pics in this post are all pinterest/public domain etc etc glad to put links in if anyone wishes!#annnnd a note that these are fictional characters and to treat real humans with boundaries and respect!#thanks for the fun bhff this was lovely!!#my fics

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urbanflorals · 4 months

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Xander Blackwood Hawthorne - The Inheritance Games

#xander hawthorne #my lil BHFF #ems moodboards

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inmyheaddd · 20 days

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xander hawthorne pls be my BHFF 😣😣

just one chance PLS

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

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 11 days

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could you do hcs or just some specific scenarios, wtvr that means, about Avery and Jameson with Xander. I love this trio

avery, jameson, and xander head canons

of course! these three literally solo everyone else. not proof read, like always. this one might be shittier than my others cause my period is fucking killing me (and its making me unable to think properly), but i hope you like them<3.

jameson is always teasing them about how he's a year older and wiser.

xander makes them try the weirdest scone flavors ever for experimental purposes. they once ended up with food poisoning.

their interviews are chaotic. an interview once ended with the interviewer suspended from the ceiling doing aerobics. xander swears he had nothing to do with it (he started it all)

xander and avery plant fake spiders in jamie's room bc he's terrified of them. when he sees them he'll start screaming like a girl and jumping

xander and avery call jameson pookie for no reason

avery goes shopping for them because they literally don't own anything remotely fancy that is actually wearable (jamie's shirts are all ripped, and xander doesn't have the time to go shopping)

they hype the fuck out of avery. whenever she gets dressed up for an event, they will start whistling, jumping, and (sarcastically) begging on their knees for her to love them (she already loves jamie tho).

once a week, they watch movies and gossip. the maids and bodyguards at the mansion have a fuck ton of drama going on and xander knows all of it bc of the recording devices and shit around the house.

xander will flirt with avery to piss jameson off and it works (jamie knows xander's just her bhff, though, but he still gets annoyed)

in another post, i said jamie and xander will sometimes go live and it's always chaotic. avery will sometimes join too as damage control (alisa makes her)

when nash and libby have their first kid, the three of them are always competing for the child's attention. they're always trying to prove to the others that they're the favorite aunt/uncle

i said this in another post, but xander wakes them up by reading smut to them.

some weirder fans write fanfic about them and xander either sends it to avery and jameson or reads it to them in the morning to wake them up.

xander has an averyjameson fan account that he posts shitty edits on and uses to spam their accounts.

they were grayson's wing men/woman when lyra (ig) came along

they try to surprise attack/surprise max to get her to swear fr.

xander will buy gifts for avery and jameson and pretend that they're actually gifts from jamie to avery (or avery to jamie). they always get confused when they receive a gift from their 'partner' and its like a pair of boxers with the rock's face on them ("avery" actually gave jamie this once) (idk if this one makes sense)

when barbie's 'i'm just ken' came out, jamie and xander could not stop singing it around avery, begging for her love (which they already have and they know that)

they are so defensive of their opinions. they once started fighting over what toilet paper brand they prefer, and it ended with xander crying over his mommy issues.

when xander is feeling down or isn't acting like himself, they'll bake him scones and send them to him using one of his robots (xander feels really loved when people actually use his inventions)

i don't really know how to explain this one but they play games like 'at least i didn't try to kill myself once' and the other goes 'yeah, at least i didn't almost get bombed once'

xander and jamie are avery's biggest defenders. all of her haters get bashed, blocked, and reported.

they have hoodies with each other's faces on them

xander calls avery "mommy" and jamie "daddy" bc he's always thrid wheeling

they cannot take meetings seriously. they have a groupchat and send each other the most dirty, inappropriate shit you can think of. one of them always ends up laughing or falling off of their chair and alisa gets pissed.

they slap each other's asses. it doesn't matter if they're in public

xander gets really nervous when avery and jamie fight bc they both go to him for advice, and he gets stuck in the middle of everything.

they all have matching tattoos on one of their fingers

they have an obsession with beating guinness world records.

xander and jamie have asked avery multiple times who twerks better.

xander sends the stupidest memes on their gc (like my pain is chronic but my ass is iconic)

they will go around guessing if people are tops, bottoms or switches (avery barely participates but they still drag her along bc when she does contribute to the conversation, its hilarious)

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery grambs

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the-hawthorne-heiress · 2 months

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avery kylie grambs. hawthorne heiress. philanthropist. somehow inherited 4 whiny grown men along 46 billion dollars and hell lotta problems.

@jameson-hawthorne : my boy. he is everything. believes he has to prove his worth because his shitty grandpa said he was ordinary. please don't risk your life. love you xoxo

@libby-grambs : sunshine goth girl. my lovely sister. deserves the world. stress bakes a lot. love you lots

@thegraysonhawthorne : has every kind of issue you name it. major daddy issues. even more grandfather issues. cannot admit he's not okay. believes he has to be perfect. take a break please.

@xander-hawthorne-is-the-best : my bhff (best hawthorne friend forever). blows up everything. mostly has one eyebrow.

@lyraisonthephone : the new mystery girl who called grayson and now everyone ships them. looking forward to knowing you!

@omg1g1 : grayson's half sister but more like xander. i think we'd get along very well. chaotic. cool.

@savannah-grayson : gigi's (older) twin and grayson's half sister but she's girl-grayson, intimidating, cares about her sister (+grayson)

@motherfaxingmax : my best friend. never swears. chaotic as fox.

@theaaacalligaris : was a bit wary of her at first but she's amazing now. except the time she made me dress up as em*ly. her fashion advice>>>

@evelaughlin : we share the same dad (unfortunately). almost traumatized gray and jamie. still won't let them live in peace. turned out to be the traitor.

@cowboy-cupcaketester : most sensible and nice hawthorne. my sister's boyfriend. heavy accent. wears cowboy hats 24/7.

main blog is @reyna-obsessed

#tig rp #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs

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curiouselleth · 4 months

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The third round of chapters is posted!!! 5 chapters altogether!

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Additional Tags: Choose Your Own Adventure, Darkening of Valinor, First Kinslaying (Tolkien), POV Second Person, Valinor, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Series: Part 1 of Be He Foe or Friend Summary:

In this fanfic you read the about the events of the Silmarillion as if you are witnessing them as Lalwen, daughter of Finwe. You get to make choices that influence the story at key points, starting in Valinor before the darkening. This is my first fic I've ever posted so I'm trying to stay on the safe side with tagging, I'll try to put warnings on more intense chapters.

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sparklebootsandvans · 7 months

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here have them fight over harry’s choice of pizza toppings skdkfk

#fbi agent au #bhff fic fest #my fics #my writing

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hathorneheiress · 5 months

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A very Hawthorne Thanksgiving.

Avery's POV

It had been almost two years since I had joined the Hawthorne household, and in those two years, we had celebrated Thanksgiving. At least not the proper way.

Before my mom had died, we tried to do something special on that day. Since we didn't have much money, a homemade lasagna and garlic bread was usually what our Thanksgiving consisted of. I never complained and one year Libby was able to join us. Instead of pie, we feasted on tons of chocolate cupcakes.

It was the best Thanksgiving I remembered.

When I had told the boys about it, they all agreed that we needed to do a large Thanksgiving. Hawthorne style.

I apricated that they didn't want to rerun the good memory I had shared with my mom. But I was ready for new ones. With people that I had grown to love. That had become a family to me. A family I had never had.

To be honest, I was excited. And maybe a little nervous. From what I knew of the Hawthornes, nothing was done small.

Weeks of preparation and planning went in before the big day. I watched in awe as the house transformed into fall pardise.

Leave garland gracefully adorned every stair railing and wild flowers in massive vases prouded every table top.

A few days before the big day, I could start to smell the sweet fragrance of many pies and turkeys.

All the boys were very excited for Thanksgiving. It had been since their grandfather had died, that they had had a Hawthorne Thanksgiving.

Surprisingly, everyone pitched in. It wasn't just the servants.

Xander and Jameson helped make the pies and stuffing. Nash surprised us by coming home with a fat turkey slung over his shoulders. Shot and plunked it himself.

I was impressed.

Libby was in her own little world with baking tons of Thanksgiving themed cupcakes.

And Grayson and I over seed everything.

Even though I was master of the house, Grayson knew what needed to be done. And I was slightly shocked at how excited he seemed to be as well.

I heard from Jameson he was int he kitchen every two hours checking up on things. Jameson laughed as he retold the story of how Mrs. Laughlin threatened to kick and lock Grayson out of the kitchen if he didn't stop annoying her.

"What did Grayson say?" I asked after a chuckle.

"Oh, he just stood there and calmly reminded her that he can picks locks just fine!" Jameson light green eyes twinkled in merriment.

I laughed . "Sounds about right."

The day before Thanksgiving the massive dining room table was decked out in all it's glory.

Elegant white lace tablecloths and crystal glasses. Delicate china and linen napkins. The silverware was polished and shined. Jameson and Grayson went down into the wine cellar and brought up the best wine we had.

20 pies sat in a massive refrigerator ready to be devoured the next day. Four turkeys, with Nash's as well, was all cooked. Stuffed with the best stuffing around. All the side dishes were completed and many other drinks were waiting to be drank as well.

I was told that there was going to be a surprise for me, but I couldn't guess what it was.

As I lay in bed that night, with Jameson beside me, I thought of everything I was thankful for.

My mom and everything she had taught me. Libby with her sweet spirit and taking me in when my mom died. For inheriting all that money. But not for selfish reasons. If I hadn't inherited, I would have never met all the wonderful people I now knew.

Oren. Alisa, the Laughlin. Thea, Rebecca, Zara, Nan, and most importantly, the boys.

Xander, with his joyfully personality and my forever BHFF. (Best Hawthorne Friend Forever) Nash; for being an older brother figure to me, and being the best person Libby could ever have. Grayson; Sworn enemies when I first arrived, we are now the closest comrades and he has been my right hand man in everything. And Jameson; the boy I met drunk when I first arrived, and somehow fell in love with. He makes me laugh and I couldn't imagine my life without him.

All the people I had mentioned would be there for tomorrow, plus a few more. Zara's husband would be there. Max was already here from collage. Jameson's uncle had been invited and we were delighted to hear he was coming. Xander's dad would be there and even Grayson's half sisters were coming.

It was going to be a very big, but hopefully, a wonderful Thanksgiving.

I awoke to sunlight streaming in and Jameson staring down at me.

"Happy Thanksgiving Heiress." he murmured softly, giving me a kiss on the lips.

I savored it. "Happy Thanksgiving too."

The festivities started around 11 with apple cider and appetizers.

I dressed for the occasion in a brown pleated skirt, flowered blouse, heels, and a 5 thousand dollar pearl necklace.

At one we made it to the massive dining room. Taking our seats, we sat down.

Nash did the honors of giving thanks and then cutting open his prized bird.

Plates were piled high and we all enjoyed a massive feast.

I listened to the laughter that echoed throughout the room. Everyone I loved was here. Everyone was happy and smiling.

It was perfect.

"Xander, you want to get Heiress our surprise." Jameson said.

Xander scurred to the other room. I had totally forgotten about it.

He came back with a steaming casserole dish of Lasanya. Max followed with the garlic bread.

I watched in shock as they placed it beside me.

"I know your mom isn't here, but we wanted to make it extra special for you." Jameson said.

I could feel the unwanted tears forming in my eyes. It was the gesture more then anything, that mattered. The fact that they had taken the time to make something my mom and I had done together, made me feel appicaited.

"Thank you so much." I chocked out. "I love it. Though fare warning, I have eaten so much I don't think I'll be able to eat this till tomorrow."

Ripples of laughter filled the air and we continued with our meal.

We finished the day with pie that could have been made from Heaven and singing some hymns.

As people began to disappear for the night, I leaned my head against Jameson's body.

"Did you have a good Thanksgiving?" He asked.

"I looked up into his gorgeous face. "It was the best I have ever had."

He smiled. "Good."

We kissed like there was no tomorrow and then retired to bed.

I fell asleep quickly. Before I went into nothing land, I gave another Thanks to God for everyone and everything in my life.

I couldn't have been happier.

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery grambs #libby grambs #thanksgiving

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