#blake avery

[packagecfgirlyevil]

open one liners. blake avery. late 20s, bartender, bisexual.

"honestly? i don't even know what you're doing here. we said we weren't going to see each other again."

[packagecfgirlyevil]

blake preened under the compliments; she liked being told she was good, that she was making her partner happy, that she was doing everything she could to get tatum off. while one hand was on her tit, the other was grabbing tatums hips, holding her down, letting her grind down as much as she wanted. her nose nudged against her clit while her tongue was buried inside her cunt, and blake's own hips were yearning to roll, her own cunt wet and desperate to be touched. she pulled back for a moment, just to breath, nipping at tatum's thighs, her tongue coated in the others taste as she looked up at her. "tell me what you want," blake panted, using her fingers to crawl inside tatum while her mouth was free for a moment, not even hesitating to slip two immediately in. "i want you to come on my face, please - tell me what you want, so i can get you there."

god, it seemed like blake had found her weak spot. though, it wasn't hard to figure out ⸺ tatum showed off her tits as often as she could. she found the deepest 'v' for any dress she could find. she moaned loudly, not holding back as she continued to rock her hips on top of the other's face. "that's it, baby," she urged, her entire body feeling like it was on fire with each motion of the other's tongue and her hands. the sharp pain sent shivers down her spine, feeling herself getting wetter and closer to the edge. "god, you're so good," she breathed, arching her back more, locking eyes with her as she used her tongue.

[unbeknownsttomen]

here they are, since we are going to hav some time before the next serial lets do a look back at how far we've come.

one thing i noticed out of all the fanart that grabs the protags and makes them pose as a team because shit just got real is that they never really interact with each other. each one is doing their own thing, so i wanted to explore how would they look like if they actually DID have to interact with each other. who would get along with who, who couldnt be able to stand the other. lots of fun.

[clarissaweasley-10]

This might be a controversial take, but l don't think Eve deserves or should get a redemption arc.

[astraeajackson]

mallory laughlin: i love all my children equally! emily, toby, and-

mallory laughlin: *squints*

mallory laughlin: rebonka

[arias-archive]

i need more Lyrason content! Can you do a fic where Graysons confronting eve and Lyras there too (bc why not) PLEASEEEEEE

a/n: IM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LONG THIS TOOK. IT WAS SUCH A HARD FIC TO DRAW UP IDEAS FOR BUT I HOPE U ENJOY THE FINAL PRODUCT

warnings: the grandest games spoilers

description: the clock is racing, and they must find gigi. but grayson has a pretty good idea on where his sister may be

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wherever you go, I’ll follow (a graysonlyra fic)

Nothing. 

Not a single trace.

It seemed impossible. Hawthorne Island itself was tiny and completely surrounded by water, the chances of getting onto the island without detection was impossible. Yet, Gigi Grayson was just gone, vanished into thin air.

Nobody noticed at first, too busy devising up plans and strategies or resting before the second phase of the game began. It was Grayson who became aware of his concussed sister’s disappearance. He went to go check on her but she wasn’t in her room, and after asking the other contestants for her whereabouts he realised she wasn’t anywhere. 

The last three people to see Gigi after her concussion were Nash, Brady and Xander. All of whom had left her in her room. Xander did mention that one of the last things Gigi asked him before he left the room was if they ‘had until noon’, but Xander didn’t question further.

That enraged Grayson. He couldn’t believe Xander hadn’t pressed the matter, but that might’ve been his fears for Gigi talking. They searched everywhere, twice, before bringing it to the gamemaker’s attention.

With help of the gamemakers and their cameras, they managed to scrape up the blurriest footage of Gigi standing on the edge of a cliff, her profile only visible from the side. She was facing the ocean, clutching a neck in one hand while speaking. The camera only picked up bits of the distorted speech but it was hard to clarify, so Xander took it upon himself to try and clear the words. 

Nash, Grayson, Jameson, Xander, Avery and Lyra were all crowded into the control base, watching on-screen Gigi launch the necklace into the frothy waves angrily. The wind whipped her chin-length waves around her face as she seemed to just wait. The rest of the room seemed to just pause too, waiting to see her next movements. As the brunette turned, something lunged from behind her, pressing something against her mouth. 

The entire room collectively gasped as Gigi fought back and was dragged off camera. Nash skimmed through the other security feeds hastily but they appeared on no other screens. Gone.

Lyra brought her eyes up to Grayson, her heart stuttering at the fury and fear etched onto his tense face. She laid a hand on his shoulder but he barely seemed to acknowledge it. Jameson definitely noticed it though, shooting a quick questioning glance to Avery before returning to help Xander with the audio. 

Lyra shook Jameson’s glance off with a shrug. Whatever. They had more pressing matters on their hands at the moment.

They all decided it would be best to split up. Avery and Jameson stayed behind on the island to watch over the rest of the players and continue to search the island, while the rest of them flew back to the mainland, hoping to find something there.

Lyra had never flown in a helicopter before. She knew she should be focused on more urgent issues, like finding Gigi, but she couldn’t help her awe.

She’d read about helicopters and flying in her novels, but nothing could beat the real feeling of soaring through the air, heavy winds whipping her face. She could freak out about this later. 

 The rest of the Hawthorne brothers were deep in concentration, but Grayson looked extremely frustrated. She laid a tentative hand on his arm, hoping to provide her silent comfort. She shouldn’t even be here, on this helicopter, searching with them. She should’ve been back on the island, with the rest of the players who were under lockdown, but Grayson had simply said that she could stay, and that was that.

Grayson didn’t even look at her, still deep in thought. He clearly noticed because she felt him tense up, beneath his vintage suit. After a few moments, he brought her hand down, intertwining it with his own.

Lyra almost startled at action, eyes widening. She didn’t expect him to do that. She couldn’t help the small upturning of the corners of her lips though. They hadn’t discussed their position with each other after that kiss in the woods. She didn’t think they were just teammates though.

 Lyra could still feel it, the sinful press of his full lips to hers, devouring it skilfully. She never had time for proper relationships before. It wasn’t like she had never kissed anyone before, of course she had, but not like this. It never meant anything before. 

She gave Grayson a small, almost hopeful smile, as she squeezed his hand. She wanted him to be calm, to be every inch the Hawthorne she knew he was. They would find Gigi, and they would bring her back. 

Nash and Xander had clearly noticed their entwined hands because Xander looked ready to combust. It was Nash’s warning glare that kept Xander contained. Lyra ignored them too. Weird. 

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Once they touched down into Texas, they split up once again. Lyra was pretty sure Xander and Nash drove back to their mansion. Lyra was supposed to be going back and searching with them, much to Grayson’s demands, but Nash levelled him with a look that reminded her that he was still the oldest brother. He told Lyra to stay with Grayson and that they’ll go back.

She didn’t know what it was. As soon as they stepped foot on the ground, it was like Grayson had been punched in the gut. His whole body tensed up and he just gestured for Lyra to follow him.

Lyra looked around at his brothers for an explanation but they just shrugged, and Xander was still wearing that stupid grin. When Lyra turned back around to accompany Grayson, he had already walked about a hundred steps.

His back was turned, his suit blazed rustling in the wind, and he had his phone pressed to his ear. Whoever it was he was speaking too, it didn’t seem like a friendly conversation. 

But in the next ten minutes, Grayson and Lyra were seated in a beautiful car, speeding to who knows where. Lyra had been silent up until then, but she really needed to know what was going on. 

She turned her gaze away from the road to face the blonde Hawthorne driving the car. His face gave nothing away, no hint of the underlying frustration or fear he might’ve been feeling.

Lyra cleared her throat before asking “So… where are we going?” 

It was silent for a few moments and she was convinced he was just flat-out ignoring her. But he took a breath before replying, “I have an assumption about where she could be.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I just hope I’m incorrect”

The way he issued that statement, meant that, no, he was not wrong and he knew that this was exactly where she was. Lyra only nodded before turning back away again. 

She had more questions, hundreds of them, but she knew she had to give him some space. The man was looking for his missing sister. 

But Lyra didn’t have to ask him because a few minutes later, he told her, about Eve, about her relation to his adopted uncle Toby, about the Blake family, about running into her in Arizona. She had a feeling he was keeping quiet on certain details but that didn’t matter. Her head was spinning. What? Just… what?

She didn’t even know how to respond. But she suddenly understood why Grayson might assume that Eve was holding Gigi captive. The only thing Lyra was unsure about was if Gigi really was there. She could still be on the island, or the mainland surrounding it. Their perpetrator, someone called Mattias Slate, only had an hour’s advantage against them, so he very well could’ve brought Gigi here, but did he?

The Blake ranch was near the Texas/Oklahoma border, sprawling for miles. 

As soon as they stepped foot out of the car, they were instantly surrounded by guards. Lyra froze, turning to face Grayson who was issuing very pointed threats. The stupid soldiers wouldn’t budge. That was until a voice broke through the crowd. 

“Let him through.”

The soldiers parted to reveal a smirking girl, her amber hair fluttering in the breeze. Eve. 

As soon as Eve caught sight of Grayson, her lip curled up. She looked like a cat closing in on its prey. “Hello Grayson,” she said, her voice quiet but melodic. Then her gaze caught onto Lyra’s and her eyes narrowed, igniting with something that Lyra thought looked pretty close to jealousy. She hummed in thought before turning around, strolling towards the ranch. “Hawthorne comes through,” she called and Lyra could practically hear the thrill in her voice. “Not the girl.”

Instantly, the guards were on her, grabbing her arm to lead her away. She wrenched her arm away from their grasp, cursing. 

“Get your hands off her.” Grayson’s voice was low and dangerous as his arm curved around Lyra’s waist. He practically shoved them off her before turning back to face Eve, malice in his gaze. 

“We both come through.” 

Eve raised a haughtily brow, and Lyra thought she would tell security to remove them both from the premises. But she didn’t. She just shrugged, unable to tear her gaze from Lyra. “Fine.”

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The room they were led to was cold, the sofa stiff beneath them. They were still dressed in their stupid masquerade outfits from the ball, as if the were antique dolls plopped into the wrong setting. 

“Where is she?” Grayson cut right to the chase, his body rigid. If looks could kill, there was a very high chance Eve would be dead right now. Remembering what Grayson told her about his involvement with Eve, and the look on Eve's face when she seen them together, she intertwined their hands, squeezing some of her strength into his. 

She felt a manically giggle claw at her throat at the flash in Eve’s eyes. Lyra had to give her credit for not lunging across the table yet, staying elegantly settled on the seat across from them. 

“Where is who?” Eve asked curtly, giving a small shrug. That only made Grayson angrier. 

“Don’t play games,” Lyra spat suddenly, her unflinching stare baring into Eve. This wasn’t her territory. This wasn’t her battle. She was supposed to come as silent support, but she just couldn’t.

 Lyra had to wonder what Grayson saw when he looked at the girl whom he might’ve once loved. Lyra had to wonder what Eve thought when she looked at him. Maybe in another life, Lyra should’ve felt jealous about what the two had once shared. But she didn’t. Lyra wasn’t even sure what her and Grayson were but she knew that no matter what, she was going to help him find Gigi. The same way he promised to find answers about her father. 

“And you are?” Eve trailed her eyes up and down Lyra’s body, making a show of judging her. Lyra felt plenty of sharp retorts rise to the surface but she had to bite down her tongue because Grayson answered first. 

“None of your damn business,” he seethed, suddenly standing up and inching towards her. Lyra stayed seated, watching the scene play out. “I’m not here to answer questions based on your petty jealousy. So where is Juliet?” 

Eve looked up at him, and for a second Lyra swore her gaze softened ever so slightly. “Why would she be here?” 

“You want to hurt me, and my family.” Grayson shot back, arms folded stiffly. 

“Not everything is about you Hawthornes,” Eve snorted, picking at her nails. She also stood up, coming face to face with Grayson. “I have no idea where your sister is Grayson.” 

“I’ll destroy everything you have,” Grayson swore, his anger palpable between them. “I’ll take everything-“

“Do it.” Eve’s voice was sharp and unsettling, her face twisted into a disgusted scowl. “There’s nothing left for your family to take.”

Grayson took a step back, as if afraid his control was slipping from his grasp. “Do not blame my family for the choices you made.” 

Eve only advanced towards him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. Lyra felt sick just watching. “But I didn’t deserve to be left alone. I have nothing that is mine”

Lyra could see Eve just thinking about her grandfather’s legacy, how Grayson’s adopted uncle saw the Hawthorne heiress more as a daughter than his own biological daughter. She knew Eve would love dangling this leverage over him, to make him play puppet. Because Grayson would do anything for his sisters. 

“What is it that you want?” Grayson’s voice was quiet, a hint of pleading in his tone. Lyra was shocked. She’d never heard the Hawthorne boy exude anything but power. “In return for Juliet?”

Now Lyra stood, crossing over the room to stand beside Grayson, reminding him that she was here, in his corner. She would fight with him. He wasn’t alone anymore. 

Eve withdrew her hand sharply, cradling it as if it had been burned. 

She took a few steps back, tilting her head to assess the pair. Her face lit up with an evil grin as she barked for security. 

“What do I want…” she sighed, tapping a finger onto her pointy chin as if deep in thought. “Oh I know.” With that, both Lyra and Grayson froze up, their hearts beating wildly because whatever look Eve had on her face was unmerciful.

“Admit to the world exactly what Avery Kylie Grambs and her team did to Gigi’s father.”

[lyra-kane]

Another one added some effects this time😏

[never-enough-novels]

Books: eve or emily exists

Us on tumblr: The Egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do in your life was die

[rosietrace]

Okok I know we all hate Tobias but I wouldn't mind if JLB ever decided to write a book about his life

[f4iry-bell]

no one

eve : forget about me like everyone does😞🤧👉👈I'm not even worth it🥺🥺🥺

GLAD YHAT YOU KNOW

[crowns-of-violets-and-roses]

She’s not my favourite of Wildbow’s protagonists but oddly I think Avery is the one best suited to have millions of words about her as a solo protagonist.

Not with Pale as it is or even as a webserial but you could make Avery the protagonist of something more like one of those extremely long running urban fantasy series where she faces a new largely self contained plot each book and just run it indefinitely

[hearthown]

Eve was being such an obsessive lunatic in the epilogue of TBH.

Accusing Avery of "stealing the life that should have been hers", calling her "perfect, beloved and brilliant", being downright delulu about the whole situation.

Like hello? She said she had no one but did she ever stop to think why?

I mean, I know that Eve had a hard time growing up, that she was bullied by her mother's husband (not to mention her stepsiblings) and I believe that she really was looking out for herself at one point of time – and she wasn't wrong in doing that.

And she probably hated the old man because he chose Avery when he knew about her. But what gave her the right to storm into their lives and ruin them? What gave her the right to ruin Grayson? To try to ruin Avery? To betray their trust?

They could've helped her. They could have been the people in her life who cared for her, loved her – as a family.

One thing in common between Emily and Eve is that somehow all the blame always fell on the Hawthornes.

But did the two of them ever stop to think why they ended up where they ended up?

Stop blaming, Eve, and look in the mirror. Stop trying to tear families apart just because you didn't have a good one. Stop hurting people.

They could've loved you.

[lyrakanefanatic]

TGG SPOILERS!!

i love the fact that when grayson tells eve to leave him alone MULTIPLE TIMES she doesn’t and instead plots against his entire family, sends someone to kidnap his sister, and manipulates his other one. (bc im so sure eve was the one who lied to sav about the whole sheffield grayson situation)

but when grayson tells lyra, who was desperate for answers about her fathers death which was LITERALLY CAUSED BY A HAWTHORNE, to stop calling ONCE, she immediately hangs up and ghosts him for a year and a half, not bothering to call again even once to see if he found out more about her father.

THE DIFFERENCE IS WILD ☠️☠️☠️

also off topic but do you guys think i still need to put spoiler warnings on my posts for tgg?? bc i don’t think i need to anymore but i still do it to be safe

[astraeajackson]

okay but why toby hawthorne kinda...

[asadfangirlbitxh]

Unpopular Greys Opinions

Jackson and April deserved a better storyline

April and Arizona didn't deserve to be written off. Their characters had more to offer

I wish Penny stayed. I really liked her character and I think she could have been explored more

Stephanie Edwards was the best resident after Cristina and deserved to be an attending

Leah Murphy shouldn't have done it to my baby Arizona but she had a point. It shouldn't have normalized attendings sleeping with residents

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Amelia had a sad life. But she can be annoying.

Mer, Maggie, Deluca, and Riggs just seemed icky. I know technically they all didn't overlap but it was very weird.

Maggie and Jackson were a complete NO (like why does Jackson get together with all Mer's sisters)

Maggie is such an interesting character. I wish they had introduced her early on. I wish she had met Lexie

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