haniya1234

[haniya1234]

can you do a fic where lyra and grayson are still in their “situationship”but lyra runs into her ex or something and grayson gets jealous

a/n: GUESS WHO’S BAAAAAAACK. summer hols hit and I am ready to get back on the grind

warnings:

description: Grayson is possessive over anyone in his life, unfortunately lyra doesn't see why that's an excuse to be an ass

tig masterlist | masterlist

jealous jealous jealous boy (a graysonlyra fic)

One dinner.

That's what Lyra promised him. One friendly dinner, and maybe some drinks.

She delayed it at first, still reeling from all the revelations of the games and what it meant for her. All those secrets told and untold, threaded into her very being. But the Hawthorne was nothing if not persistent, so she finally agreed.

She didn't know what they were. They shared something. Between those kisses and lies and secrets and trauma, there was something. But it was easier for Lyra to ignore that intensity and longing while she calculated what came next.

This dinner was a small distraction from her chaotic life. She needed away from all the uncertainty for now. She honestly didn't think they would be able to decide on an actual day with their conflicting schedules but Grayson happened to be in her hometown this very week. She wasn't delusional enough to assume that he flew out all this way for her but it was weird seeing him outside of Hawthorne Island, as two separate people instead of former teammates.

The illumination of her phone screen pulled her back into the present. She noted the time before clicking onto the message, swiping in her passcode to view it.

Lyra couldn't stop the small smirk from gracing her lips, or the way her heart skipped a beat. She shook her head, reigning herself in. Friendly dinner. That's all.

She sent a quick text in response to let him know she'd be down soon. She switched off her phone, shoving it into her clutch to prevent any more of those stupid butterflies. She swiped up her lipstick, carefully dragging it over her full lips. Once she capped it, she dropped it into her purse, quickly gathering any other miscellaneous items and shoving them away.

With a few spritzes of perfume and the scuffle of flats, she was out of her room, all but running down the stairs. Her family wasn't home at the moment, which she was endlessly grateful for. They knew she was going out with a friend, just not which friend.

Not that it was a lie, per se. Just not the whole truth. Friend sounded too... friendly for what they were. Not that they had toed the romantic line. Save for the kisses and the lingering touches on Hawthorne Island, nothing else happened between the two.

Not that she would be opposed to that.

She scoffed at herself, shaking her head as she stuffed her arms into her coat. She gave herself a quick mental warning to tone it down before stepping out of the door, locking it behind her.

Grayson had told her that he would come to her door but she rebuked that action quickly. She didn't want her family to think she was dating someone, and she didn't want to be waited on like she had a boyfriend. She could get out of the house herself.

The autumn chill picked up, whipping her face with hair. Tucking it behind her ears, she pulled her coat tighter around her to stop the wind from cutting into her. She walked down the front path, stopping short when she was met with an honest-to-god sports car. She had to stop her jaw from going slack as she took in the vehicle.

Of course she knew the Hawthorne's were loaded, but seeing it was different from hearing about it. She let out a loaded sigh, quickly patting her hair down as she pulled open the door, sinking low to get into the actual car.

"Good evening," Grayson greeted, turning to face her. He raked his gaze over her, his mouth twitching into a small smile. "You look beautiful."

She gave him a skeptical look. The only light came from the streetlamp lining the path outside, and her hair was all windswept and mussed. "Thanks?" she responded with earned her an amused grunt from Grayson. She clicked her seatbelt into place as he started up the car, the soft purr of the engine humming beneath her legs.

"So..." she said in the silence that followed, "where are we going?" Lyra had offered to give him some suggestions since this was her hometown but Grayson had told her that he had already made reservations.

"You'll see," he responded with a lazy shrug, eyes focused on the road. She scowled at that. She hated the evasiveness. She opened her mouth to say that when he quickly added, "I want it to be a surprise, that's all."

Her scowl lessened slightly at that. This was going to be a long night.

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

"Well?" Grayson asked with an amused look. "What do you think?"

That question was loaded. The restaurant was beautiful and the food was even better. She had never eaten here before due to the dishes being out of her family's price range but Grayson had assured her relentlessly that this meal was on him. Which in turn forced him to split the bill with her. He reluctantly agreed.

"Delicious." She nodded her head in approval as she speared the pasta with her fork, shoving into her mouth. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head in bliss.

"I'm glad," Grayson replied with a smirk. "For all its reviews it better be."

Lyra shook her head with silent laughter. For all she knew, he probably interviewed the head chef themselves to determine its quality.

She found herself shocked to admit that she was actually really enjoying this dinner and even his company. They skirted around the major topics that were too heavy for the table. She knew they had to talk about it one day, but not tonight. Not when everything is going so well. The conversation flowed surprisingly easily, ranging from work and school to pets.

"I always wanted a dog," Lyra sighed wistfully after Grayson told him about his and his brothers' pet dog, Tiramisu. Before Grayson even explained the name, she already guessed that he was not the one who named it.

"They are extremely annoying and time-consuming," Grayson muttered with a frown as he stacked her empty plates on top of his.

She lifted the rim of her glass up to her lips to shield her smile. "You don't mean that-"

An elbow knocked into her arm, sloshing her drink all over her. She gasped, opening her mouth to speak when the intruder turned around hastily. "I'm very sorry-" The stranger paused, then roamed his eyes over her in a way that made her skin tingle with familiarity, "Lyra?"

The sound of her name on his tongue set off a niggle of nostalgia in her that she couldn't quite place. She gave him a look, glaring into him. "Do I know you?"

The stranger only laughed, holding a hand against his chest with an easy grin. "You don't remember me?" he asked, to with she shook her head in bemusement. "Callum Johnstone? Sophomore Year?"

Lyra's eyes flashed with recognition as her mind raced back to her high school years. "Oh."

She broke up with him after those dreams started to dominate every aspect of her life. He was her first boyfriend and he truly was nice. She hated to see him go but everyone was safer at an arm's length away from her. Last she heard he had transferred to a collage in California.

"Let me get you napkins to clean yourself up." He laughed, looking her up and down again. "It's nice to see you again."

She let out a breathy laugh, unsure of what to say. To her shock, another voice jumped in before she could form a reply. "Either stop standing around like a bumbling idiot and get those napkins, or remove yourself from my eye view."

She almost jumped in surprise at Grayson's voice. He had gone so still she had forgotten he was there for a moment. His jaw was clenched painfully, his eyes burning with something she couldn't quite place.

"Huh?' Callum turned around to suddenly come toe-to-toe with Grayson. He drew himself up to his full height, arms crossed indifferently. "Woah." He brought his hands up in a placating manner. Chill man, I only wanted to say hi."

Lyra watched with slight concern as a muscle in Grayson's jaw twitched. "Grayson-" She said warningly, giving him a look.

"I am well aware of what you said. I don't care." Grayson's voice was flat. "I care that Lyra is covered in the drink that you split on her and haven't yet gotten a napkin for."

She reared her head back in semi-surprise. What was his issue?

Callum opened his mouth to defend himself but Grayson still wasn't finished. "Now here's what we are going to do, Mr. Johnstone. You are going to sincerely apologise to Lyra for ruining her dress while I get this napkins." He gave him a piercing stare, daring him to disagree. "By the time I return, I expect you to be far away from this table. Is that understandable, Mr. Johnstone?"

Grayson didn't give him a chance to speak, nodding his head assertively once before turning to grab more napkins.

"I'm sorry?" Callum's voice came out strained, her face flushed with embarrassment. Lyra was in the same boat as him, nodding her head with surprise written all over his face.

"I'm very sorry about him," Lyra responded, swallowing past the angry lump in her throat. "He had no right to-"

"You're still here?" Grayson looked at Callum with flinchingly cold eyes, a blond brow raised cruelly.

Callum muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "Asshole," before sulking away to his table in the corner, no doubt to recount the story to whoever he came with.

Grayson handed the napkins to Lyra who glared up at him in disbelief. "What the hell, Grayson?" Anger coated her every word as she harshly dabbed at her dress, jumping up from her seat. "He was being perfectly polite! You had no right."

Grayson looked taken aback at her anger, his brow furrowing as he opened his mouth to respond. Lyra cut him off with a furious look. "Don't."

She grabbed her clutch, striding off towards the exit. "We're done here."

"Lyra, wait!" Grayson threw down notes onto the table quickly, rushing after her. "Where are you going?"

"I'm calling a taxi." She pulled her phone out of her clutch, dialling the numbers. "Don't follow me."

"I'm sorry." The words sounded forced out oh him, unfamiliar on his tongue.

She shook her head. "I don't want to hear it right now." Grayson grabbed her wrist which she wretched out of his grasp. "I mean it, Grayson. Not right now."

He must've seen the fury in her face because he relented, muttering out an "At least let me wait with you."

She didn't say anything to him, she didn't even look at him. She couldn't understand why on earth he would act like that to him.

Finally, her taxi arrived so she could get away from Grayson. She turned to leave but he grabbed her forearm tightly. "I really am sorry, sweetheart. Just call me tomorrow. Please."

He genuinely looked apologetic but she was still fuming. "Get in there and apologise to Callum." His brows furrowed but he didn't say anything. Only nodded.

She nodded in response, slipping into the taxi and shutting the door, leaving a remorseful Grayson standing alone outside, stewing in the remnants of his jealousy.

[haniya1234]

fic idea: since lyra and gray kissed he wants to be by her all the time but he keeps hearing his fuckass grandfathers voice being like ur weak AND ON TOP OF IT lyra and rohan are friends now (sibling duo kinda way) and gray's just pissed and possessive

Something about her

All his life, Grayson Hawthorne had been taught to stay in control.

Control your thoughts. Control your feelings. Control the room before you even step into it. That was what Tobias Hawthorne had molded into him, drilled into his bones from the time he could walk: be the heir, the leader, the constant.

And for a long time, that was enough.

Even after the old man died and everything Grayson was promised was handed to someone else, even when the floor cracked open beneath him — he had still been in control. Of his posture. His decisions. His image. His emotions.

Until her.

Until Lyra Kane.

It wasn’t just the kiss. It was everything that led to it. The gravity of her. The way she made him feel, which in and of itself was dangerous because Grayson didn’t feel. Not like this. Not with anyone.

But when her lips touched his, all that training, all that self-discipline… shattered. And for the first time in a long time, he let it.

He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since.

It was stupid, really — how something so small could change everything. A kiss. A pull. A look. A voice.

Especially her voice. He should’ve known, a year and a half ago, when he first heard it. Over the phone, a brief conversation cut short. Her tone had curled around something deep inside him, like it knew a part of him he hadn’t admitted existed yet. That voice had haunted him. He hated how little he understood why. He hated needing to understand.

He recognized her the moment she opened her mouth on Hawthorne Island. Knew. Just knew. And from that moment on, it was like some invisible thread had locked him in orbit around her. He couldn't stay away, even when he tried. Especially when he tried.

It wasn’t just attraction — it was compulsion. Curiosity and chaos and something that felt too big to name.

But even when she smiled, even when she teased him and everything inside him felt real for once — he kept hearing his grandfather’s voice.

“Weakness is wanting something you can't afford to lose.”

Grayson would never admit it out loud, but the old man still lived in his head, rent-free. Some days, the only way to drown him out was Lyra. Her laugh. Her eye-rolls. Her mouth on his. Her fire.

He didn’t know what they were — not yet. Not officially. Not publicly. He was still figuring it out, still afraid to say too much and ruin everything. But that didn’t stop the Hawthornes from looking. Watching. Smirking. Jameson had elbowed him once when Lyra walked by. Xander gave him obnoxious winks. Even Avery was trying not to smile too wide.

They were all in on something he didn’t understand yet — and didn’t trust himself not to mess up.

But all of that would’ve been manageable if it weren’t for Rohan.

Rohan was insufferable.

From the moment he arrived on the island, Grayson had disliked him. Too charming. Too loud. Too smug. Too much like Jameson with worse timing. He had a vibe, and Grayson didn’t trust it. Especially not around Savannah. And definitely not around Lyra.

The two of them — Lyra and Rohan — had this sarcastic, back-and-forth rhythm that grated on Grayson’s nerves. She rolled her eyes at him constantly. Rohan pushed her buttons on purpose. Grayson kept telling himself it was platonic, that Lyra clearly thought Rohan was a pest. But logic didn’t help the feeling he got whenever Rohan said her name.

Especially this morning.

They were at breakfast — the whole group spread out over the long table, the usual mix of chaos and caffeine — and Grayson had, as usual, claimed the seat beside Lyra. He hadn’t even done it consciously anymore.

She was mid-sentence, her hand gesturing with half a piece of toast, when Rohan — in his obnoxiously British voice — cut in from down the table.

“Could you pass me the butter, Kitty?”

Grayson blinked.

Lyra froze.

Her middle name was Catalina. Grayson knew that. Everyone knew that. But no one, no one, called her that.

She narrowed her eyes at Rohan, her voice sugar-laced and deadly. “Call me that again, and I swear I’ll throw this butter knife at your face.”

Rohan grinned, leaning back in his chair. “What? It’s a term of endearment. For my second favorite girl in the world.”

“Oh, you’re dead.”

But there was a smile tugging at her lips. She was trying to fight it — and losing.

Everyone laughed. Even Xander snorted into his orange juice.

Grayson didn’t.

He stared straight ahead, stone-faced, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

It wasn’t just the nickname. It wasn’t even the smile.

It was the way Rohan wanted a reaction. And got one.

Grayson wanted that smile.

He wanted to be the one who made her roll her eyes and try not to laugh. He wanted to be the one who pushed her buttons and got under her skin — but not because he was charming or smug, because he meant something to her.

He was used to being the one in control. Of the game. Of the room. Of himself.

But around Lyra? He was none of those things. He was possessive. He was jealous. He was reckless.

He was in love.

And it terrified him.

Especially because the voice in his head wouldn’t shut up.

“Love makes you foolish. And you can’t afford foolish.”

Maybe that was true.

But when Lyra leaned closer to him a few minutes later, bumping her knee against his under the table and whispering just for him to hear — “He’s lucky I didn’t stab him, right?” — Grayson looked at her, really looked at her, and the voice disappeared.

For the first time all morning, he breathed.

She didn’t need to say it.

That was her way of picking him.

And maybe — just maybe — it didn’t matter what the old man thought.

Because Grayson Hawthorne was falling. Hard. And for once, he didn’t want to catch himself.

[haniya1234]

ROHAN AND SAVANNAH???

[haniya1234]

do you guys remember how you leaked the first three chapters of TGG around this time last year? can someone pls do that now i need new content ���😭🙏

[haniya1234]

Please could you write more lyrason headcannons

ofcccc!!!

lyra x grayson headcanons

whenever grayson visits lyra’s family, her little brother practically clings to his leg the entire time. he loves grayson A LOT because grayson can never say no to him 💖💖

grayson is the type to never wear socks when he sleeps and lyra is the type to ALWAYS wear socks when she sleeps (and grayson is extremely distraught and confused as to how she can sleep with socks on as he hates it). but also she naturally runs cold so while grayson is just in a pair of sweatpants shes wearing thick long sleeved pajamas and huge winter socks

lyra can cook, but literally only recipes from her childhood. otherwise she always burns the food. and grayson can cook anything but thats just because he follows out recipes perfectly whereas lyra skips steps for “time efficiency”

grayson can sleep through an earthquake but lyra wakes up if the floorboards even creak

lyra’s periods are actually downright horrendous. she gets heavy cramps, and has to wear those diaper sized pads because of how heavy her flow is. but grayson always makes sure to stock up on dark chocolate and be by her side whenever she gets her period because he understands how much pain shes in, emotionally and physically 🫶

whenever lyra has the dream of her father, she usually just lays in bed and cries as quietly as she can so as not to disturb grayson. but grayson, even with his deep sleeping tendencies, can somehow always tell when shes crying

they’re libby and nashs kids’ favourites because they always let them pick how they want the day to go. their hangouts always end with one of the kids clutching grayson/lyra’s leg and begging their parents to let them stay longer.

⬇️ this one is inspired by the office but i love jim and pam so shhhh

whenever anything good happens in lyras life, like a big accomplishment, grayson always says “kane” in a proud tone that never fails to make lyra giggle. whenever she gets good news, she runs home every single time just so that she can hear him call her kane in that way of his. 🤭

⬆️ similar to this, grayson likes when she calls him “hawthorne”, even though a lot of the time its to mock him. he just likes how it sounds in her mouth, but he also knows that he likes how it sounds much better as her last name 💕💕

jameson, xander, nash, avery, max, thea, and even rebecca all agreed (in the hawthorne/hawthorne adjacent gc ofc) that lyra was cooler than grayson

lyra is unintentionally very secretive, so sometimes she just drops things about her life that grayson did not know and then is surprised that he doesn’t know because she “swears she told him”. (e.g. she’s joined a jujitsu program when she was younger because she was bored and randomly dropped it in a conversation at breakfast. she, in fact, did not tell grayson and he was extremely confused.)

lyra stares at him a LOT if she wakes up before him. she knows it creepy and that she should stop, but she stays as still as possible so as not to wake him up in the morning and just… stares. she knows he gorgeous and amazing in every way possible so sometimes shes just in awe of that fact and needs at least 5 minutes of “staring-at-her-boyfriend” time

grayson calls her sweetheart most the time, but also uses different pet names from time to time, like baby or love

lyra can be so petty at times that when grayson wants to ask if she needs help, he has to physically plan ahead. upcoming event in lyra’s life that is going to be stressful to endure and also should not at all be a one person job? grayson is lavishing her up and spoiling her up until he asks just so that he can get a yes and lyra doesn’t overwork herself 😭😭

before lyra and grayson were dating, grayson had met her little brother, and (in front of EVERYONE, graysons brothers, avery, the contestants) her little brother had whipped out a drawing he made of “lyra and her boyfriend” (he had seen them together a bunch and just assumed), and in the drawing lyra’s little brother was in the middle while lyra and grayson stood on different sides of him, and they were all holding hands.

safe to say that his brothers ALL gave them interesting looks and bursted out laughing while lyra and grayson immediately started reassuring that little 4 year old boy that they were not, in fact, dating.

ANDDDD THATS ALL!!

[haniya1234]

need them back RIGHT NOW

[haniya1234]

what I think it would be like if Grayson had a pov in tgg: (this is so unserious im sorry😭)

lyra: stay out of my way hawthorne

grayson: omg I think she likes me. I should probably go accuse her of having a grudge against my family

lyra: wow this blue ball gown is so beautiful

grayson: I bet you'd look more beautiful in white, walking down the aisle 😏

lyra: i want to launch Grayson hawthorne into the sun, he is so annoying

grayson: hmm I wonder what type of ring she'd like me to propose with? pear cut or emerald cut?

lyra: the dream always starts with a calla lily

grayson: hm ok.. so what kind of flowers are you thinking for the wedding?

lyra: I just need to get through this escape room then I never have to be in the same room as him again

grayson: so are you fine with white walls and grey decor? or should I change things up before you move in with me?

lyra: im not a dancer anymore

grayson: sorry did you say DANCE? you want to DANCE with someone? maybe at a wedding?? well im sure I can clear my schedule if you'd like to get married. how about next week?

lyra: this isn't right, Grayson hawthorne isn't meant to understand me like this, were from two different worlds

grayson: what sounds better, hawthorne-kane or kane-hawthorne? 🤔

lyra: *having a panic attack over a traumatic memory from her childhood*

grayson: oh no what do I do- wait, this kind of reminds me of the time my brothers locked me in a cello case🤣🤣

odette: *falls to the floor*

grayson: NOT NOW ODETTE WE'RE HAVING A MOMENT

lyra: I cant believe he has to draw me, this is a horrible experience for both of us

grayson: this is the best day of my life

lyra: your grandma is responsible for my dad dying :(

grayson: yeah sorry about that. so do you want to marry me?

lyra: why are you even helping me Grayson? you're the one that told me to stop calling

grayson: my bad, can I kiss you now pls 🥺

[haniya1234]

@inkstainsonmysheets @lyragrayson4ever @grc-tig @reminiscentreader @runningoutofink8 i promised you all a knoxbrady edit so HERE IT IS!!!

I SAW THIS IDEA ON TIKTOK AND THOUGHT IT DESCRIBED THEM SO WELL, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THROUGHOUT THE BOOK BRADY CONVINCES US THAT ITS VICE VERSA.

like we were made to believe that HE was the one with a moral code and all that stuff, whereas knox was deceitful and not to be trusted, when really it was the other way around.

[haniya1234]

LMAOO

If tig/tgg characters had twitter part: 33

[haniya1234]

yall send in those asks please!! 😭😭

hey guys i’ve made a new rp acc for mattias slater so if you wanna go send some asks or whatever go ahead!

@mattiasslaterr

[haniya1234]

hey guys i’ve made a new rp acc for mattias slater so if you wanna go send some asks or whatever go ahead!

@mattiasslaterr

[haniya1234]

how things change - lyra x grayson au fic

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•

pairings: lyra kane x grayson hawthorne

tags: assistant x boss au

part 1

LYRA:

When Lyra showed up to work that morning, she found Grayson outside. He was lifting 4 boxes. Lyra walked up to him, curiosity clear in her expression as she watched him struggle with the boxes.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Grayson looked at her, his eyes lingering, before he spoke.

“Avery requested that I bring these boxes inside. They’re for a meeting I have to attend later today.” he spoke, his voice crisp and assured. Lyra gave him a look.

“Did she request that you bring in the boxes, or that I bring in the boxes?” Lyra asked. Grayson gave her a hard stare, and Lyra knew she had hit the jackpot.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to.” he said, raking his gaze over her body. There was nothing inherently sexual about the action, as it was clearly to doubt her strength, but it still hinted at it, and when Grayson realized that, his eyes snapped back to hers, before moving to the sky. Lyra held back a snort.

“I did ballet my entire life. I’m stronger than you think.” Lyra retorted, doing him the privilege of ignoring that past awkward action. Grayson’s eyes met her gaze, something curious and mysterious in them that pulled at her chest.

“You’re a ballerina?” he asked. Lyra felt her stomach twist.

“Was.” she corrected flatly, trying to force a mental wall around her past life. One so tall and sturdy that she couldn’t see past it. Then she met his eyes again.

“Now,” she said, switching the topic, “need some help?”

Grayson gave her a look. “I can carry them myself, thank you.” Suddenly, his arm wobbled and the big box on top of the even bigger box nearly fell off. Lyra watched him with an unimpressed look on her face.

“Need some help?” she repeated.

“No.” he stated. Then the wobbliness gave way, and the box on top went tumbling to the floor. There was a pause, as Lyra watched the contents spill out of the box slightly. Then she looked up at Grayson.

“Need some help?”

Lyra and Grayson walked out of the elevator, Lyra holding a box in her arms and Grayson holding 3 in his. She placed the box on her desk, and Grayson placed the other 3 beside it.

“What are in these?” Lyra asked, patting one of the boxes.

“Some materials I’ll need for my next meeting.” Grayson stated curtly. Lyra stared at him. That was vague, she thought. Suddenly he looked up at her, and Lyra looked away, annoyed with herself for staring and then being caught.

“I know. You told me. What kind of materials?” she inquired. Grayson gave her a look.

“Don’t worry about it. You won’t be attending, anyway.” he stated briskly. Lyra barely held back a retort when the secretary for the main hall showed up.

“Ms. Grambs tried calling both you and your assistant, but nobody picked up. She wanted me to tell you that the meeting time has been switched, and that she wants you and Ms. Kane to be there at 7:30, not 5:30.” the lady spoke, her voice polite. Grayson nodded, and the secretary began to walk away, but Lyra’s brain just stuck on one part of the sentence. You and Ms. Kane.

As soon as she realized what Grayson was doing, she turned to him with an offended glare on her face.

“You and Ms. Kane?” she repeated. The damn asshole was trying to sideline her. He didn’t think she was capable of doing her own job! Lyra stepped forward, a furious look on her face.

“Ms. Kane,” Grayson spoke, his hands up, but Lyra interrupted him.

“Lyra,” she corrected. “The assistant that you hired, you know, to actually do work. So far the only time I’ve actually been doing anything is when I beg you to let me help you.” Lyra came closer, only a few inches away from Grayson’s face. His head dipped down to meet her gaze, his eyes trying to exhibit patience, when there was clearly something else in them.

“You hired me, so don’t act like I showed up out of nowhere and started demanding that I do your job. I’m going to that meeting with you, just like how I’m going to start actually doing work instead of finishing up nearly done documents, and just like how you’re going to start treating me like you would any assistant.” Lyra said, her voice coated in anger. Grayson’s eyes flashed.

“I’m your boss.” he said, the words clearly meant to be commanding and put Lyra in her place. But all it did was spur her on.

“Exactly,” Lyra said, meeting his gaze head on, “so start acting like it.”

Grayson stared at her, before the look in his eyes subsided, leaving something much more amused.

“You’re surprising.” he stated dryly, humour clear in his voice. Lyra raised a brow at him.

“I’m so sorry that I’m not like every other person who happens to be in your vicinity.” Lyra said, her voice thick with sarcasm. She feigned a damsel-like sigh. “In the sense that, when it comes to Grayson Hawthorne, everyone seems to swoon at his feet.”

“And yet there you stand.” Grayson replied, his voice softer than it had been previously, and a ghost of a smile on his lips. Lyra’s heart raced, before the look on his face subsided and he suddenly walked towards his office.

A confused look came upon Lyra’s face as her brain questioned Grayson’s sudden exit.

That was, until he returned holding a ridiculously large stack of papers.

Grayson slammed the papers onto her desk.

“This is half my work load for today.” Grayson said, a proud, arrogant, and annoyingly handsome look on his face as he watched her eyes slightly widen, before she regained neutrality. Holding his gaze, Lyra spoke.

“It’ll be done before lunch.”

Lyra’s promises remained unbroken, the stack of papers being done before she went out for her lunch break. And just for stubborn purposes, Lyra continued to work impossibly hard. Any remaining clients that were known for bugging Grayson were gone, documents that used to go to Grayson to check over were looked at by Lyra instead, and even mundane tasks in his office and in the building were being fixed. The broken thermostat on the third floor was finally set to be fixed tomorrow, and the curtain that Grayson was always too busy to change was changed. Lyra looked up from her laptop to see a notification on her phone. Grayson had asked that she install an app that was basically like a text message, but was used to notify Lyra of when he wanted to see her in his office. Standing up, Lyra walked over to his office and opened the door.

“Yes?” she asked curtly. Grayson blinked at her.

“I’m done my work.” he said. Lyra’s brows furrowed.

“O….kay?” Lyra said, dragging out the word with confusion. Then Grayson did something she had never seen before.

He smiled.

It was fleeting, and small, but it still managed to affect Lyra in ways that she refused to elaborate on.

“It is 4:30, and I am done my work. I typically stay at the office till 6:00.” he said, shaking his head. “Even when I had my old assistant, I never finished my work quite this early.” Lyra realized then what was happening; this was Grayson Hawthorne’s version of a compliment.

“I told you.” Lyra said, trying to convince herself she wasn’t bragging—when she definitely was. Grayson held her gaze, the look in his eyes taking ahold of Lyra, before he packed up his things.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. Lyra was taken aback.

“Um—I don’t know, maybe a little.” Lyra stuttered, caught off guard with the question. Grayson had never really engaged in non-work related conversation with her ever since the talk they had when he first heard her voice.

“We still have 3 hours till the meeting. I’m planning to go to a cafe, if you’d like to come along.” Grayson said, his voice simple. Lyra was still surprised, as she hadn’t expected him to invite her to come along. But coffee seemed nice right now.

“Uh, sure, I’ll come along.” Lyra said.

“Good.” Grayson said. And just like that, it was final. She was getting coffee with Grayson Hawthorne.

GRAYSON:

Grayson hadn’t entirely thought out the cafe proposal, and was beginning to curse himself for it as Lyra got into his car, but he just couldn’t help himself. He rarely ever acted on impulse, but being in Lyra’s presence seemed to rip any control he had over himself away from him.

Grayson pulled out of the parking lot, a silence between him and Lyra, before Lyra spoke.

“This is my first office job. I’ve worked a part-time job before at some diner, but never a job like this.” She said, breaking the silence. Grayson glanced at her, his eyes having to fight to go back to the road. What was wrong with him?

“I want to say you got lucky, but after today…” Grayson said, the barest smile touching his lips. “I don’t think it was just luck on your side.” Lyra let out the barest laugh, and Grayson was surprised. He realized then that he’d never heard her laugh, let alone smile. It wasn’t too bad on her.

“Yeah, well, I proved myself.” she said. Grayson didn’t hear it in her tone, but he knew she was proud. Lyra loved this. Grayson didn’t reply, but he made a “hm” sound in the back of his throat. Lyra looked at him.

“What, you don’t think I did?” Lyra inquired. The smile on his lips slightly grew.

“No, you definitely did. In more ways than one.” Grayson said. In the corner of his eye, Lyra frowned.

“What do you mean, “in more ways than one”?” she asked.

“I mean you proved yourself by working hard… and by yelling at me multiple times.” Grayson deadpanned. Lyra snorted.

“Hasn’t anybody told you? Every good assistant yells at their boss.” Lyra joked. Grayson’s lips twitched as he parked on the street walking distance from the cafe.

“We’re here,” he said. He wondered if it’d be weird or not to open her door, but then Lyra opened it up herself and got out, making the decision for him. Grayson and Lyra walked inside, and Grayson saw the expression on her face when she took in the place.

“Do you like it?” he asked, sitting down at a table. Lyra looked at him, her eyes sparkling and the amber of her eyes made even more golden with the cafe lighting.

“Yes. It’s lovely.” she said in a softer tone than earlier, glancing around. Grayson stared at her, his eyes unwilling of drawing away from hers, when a waitress showed up beside them.

“Welcome! What may I get you two?” the waitress asked. Lyra and Grayson glanced up in unison, and Grayson was about to speak when the waitress cut him off.

“Ah, Mr. Hawthorne! I’ll get you your usual black coffee. And for you, miss?” the woman asked, her voice sweet as she turned to Lyra. Lyra seemed to have a disgusted look on her face, before she placed her order.

“A drip coffee with 2 creams and 2 sugars, please.” Lyra asked. Now it was Grayson’s turn to make a face. 2 creams? 2 sugars? Coffee was better unflavoured. The waitress nodded and walked away. Immediately Lyra turned to him.

“A black coffee? Do you come here to punish yourself?” she asked, seemingly appalled. Grayson gave her a look.

“Coffee doesn’t need to be sweetened. How do you expect to stay awake with your order?” he asked. Lyra returned the look.

“At that point, just eat coffee grounds. It has the same effect, and black coffee and coffee grounds are both equally as disgusting.” Lyra told him. Grayson’s lip curved.

“I’ll bring some to the office tomorrow to snack on.” he stated, amused despite himself. Lyra snorted.

“You know, you think it’s obvious that you’re joking, but it’s very much not.” Lyra said. Grayson’s lips stretched further.

“Well, at least I know now to not start my own comedy routine.” Grayson deadpanned. Lyra gave him another one of her discreet smiles, stopping Grayson in his tracks. The waitress was again by their side, saving Grayson from staring again.

“Your coffees.” she said, placing Lyra’s too-sweet coffee in front of her and Grayson’s black coffee in front of him.

As soon as the waitress walked away, Grayson could practically hear Lyra thinking up a retort. And then it came.

“How’s your cyanide in a cup?” she asked as soon as Grayson took a sip. He smiled. There it was.

“Perfect. How’s your diabetes in a cup?” Grayson retorted.

“Splendid.”

And just like that, conversation began to fizzle, with Grayson telling stories of different work incidents and his childhood, and Lyra telling Grayson her own childhood stories. But one thing Grayson noticed was that every time Grayson mentioned work, Lyra looked nervous. Grayson frowned after she’d looked away when he mentioned the word “meeting”.

“Why are you so nervous?” he asked. Lyra raised a brow at him, and Grayson immediately realized his mistake, putting his hands up.

“I didn’t mean—“

“Because I’m in the Grayson Hawthorne’s presence.” Lyra interrupted, pretending to be in awe. Grayson gave her a look despite his lips twitching.

“I meant, you just look restless every time I even mention work. What’s going on?” Grayson asked. Lyra straightened, fidgeting with her coffee cup slightly.

“This… meeting,” Lyra dragged the words, her tone shy despite her impulsive attitude. “is my first one. I’m a bit nervous.” Grayson blinked.

“Don’t be. It’s very easy. And besides, this office job is your first one, and you are a natural.” Grayson assured Lyra. She still looked doubtful, despite the confident look she was now wearing on her face. Grayson pulled his chair closer into the table, meeting her eyes.

“Here, if it helps, try thinking positive thoughts.” Grayson said. Lyra raised a brow.

“Positive thoughts?” she inquired.

“Yes. You know, rainbows, kittens, clouds…” Grayson began to trail off. Lyra’s raised brow deepened as Grayson tried to continue.

“Candy, chocolate…. furry… little…. I’m out.”

“Thank god.” she said. A notification interrupted Grayson’s retort, and Grayson checked it.

“Oh, we have to go now. We can’t be late.” Grayson said, seeing that the time was 7:10. Grayson waved at the waitress who had served him, Sarah, to give them their bill. She immediately came over, holding out a card reader.

“Your bill is $7.89. Pay when you’re ready.” Sarah, one of the many workers here that Grayson knew by name, told them, her voice patient. Grayson took out his card in the same moment that Lyra did. Their eyes met.

“We can split it?” Lyra offered. Grayson’s eyes narrowed.

“No. I’ll pay.” he told her. Lyra gave him a look.

“Okay, I’ll pay for the tip.” she insisted.

“Lyra.”

“What?”

“I’m paying.”

“I don’t get why we can’t just split it.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Because I’m your boss and I order you to not pay.” Lyra gave him a glare. Yes, he really did just go there, because Lyra wasn’t paying. He was.

Sarah cleared her throat, and Grayson realized she was still there. Lyra was about to say something when he quickly placed his card on the reader, giving the usual $50 custom tip that Sarah already had down for him, smiling when he heard the beep. Sarah gave him a nod and walked away.

As soon as Grayson turned to Lyra, she had the nastiest look on her face.

“Really?” she asked. Grayson gave her a look of his own.

“Absolutely.” he retorted, getting up and grabbing his suit jacket from where it was placed on the chair. Lyra huffed and got up as well, and the two of them began to walk out. Grayson stopped abruptly, and Lyra did the same.

“It’s raining.” Grayson said. Lyra stared at him.

“So what?” Lyra asked. Grayson looked at her.

“The cars parked all the way on the street.” he said, pointing to the car, unsure why Lyra wasn’t getting his point. He turned back to the window of the door. “This seems like a bad storm.”

Lyra snorted. “Don’t be worried about the storm. I’ll grab the ark, and you grab the animals.” Lyra said, thoroughly amused. Grayson raised a brow at the firecracker beside him, choosing to ignore her sarcastic remark.

“I mean you’re not properly dressed. You don’t even have a coat.” he pointed out. Fanning out his suit jacket, Grayson flattened it as best as he could.

“What are you doing?” Lyra asked, surprised as Grayson began to drape the jacket over her head.

“You shouldn’t be soaking wet for your first meeting. At least just wear it like that to the car.” he persuaded her, gently patting the jacket on her head so it would stay. He loved something about the movement, and he couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was the sheer gentleness of his actions combined with how she looked, snug under his jacket.

Grayson looked away.

“Okay, be ready to run.” he told her.

Then the two of them set off for the car, the wind fierce and the rain fiercer as they raced away from the cafe. Grayson saw that the wind was forcing his suit jacket off Lyra’s head, and he pulled her close towards him as he ran to the street, flattening it over her head. Lyra looked up at him, her amber eyes glowing in the pouring rain, and Grayson had to remind himself that he couldn’t stare. That he couldn’t touch her without a cause.

But still, he justified the rain trying to force the jacket off of her as means to pull her closer.

Once they made it to the car, Grayson pulled the door open for her, and Lyra scrambled in. Then he quickly hurried onto his side and hurried into the car, slamming it shut immediately.

“Oh my god.” Lyra said. They both just sat there for a moment, drenched in rain, before Grayson saw Lyra shiver and remembered that the car wasn’t on. He immediately turned it on, putting the heat to max and both their seat warmers as well. There was a beat of silence, before Lyra turned to him and started laughing uncontrollably. Grayson was surprised, never having heard her laugh this loudly or for this long. It really was a beautiful sound. Grayson stared at her with a smile on his face.

“What?” he asked. Lyra shook her head, not being able to contain her laughter, before finally pressing a fist to her mouth and forcing her giggles to subside.

“We are drenched, and the meetings in 5 minutes. At least my hair’s not so bad, but yours….” she trailed off and began to laugh again, and Grayson was confused before he looked at himself in the rearview mirror. His hair was flattened to his forehead. Bristling, he began to try and fix it, and Lyra started laughing harder. Because of this, he couldn’t continue to fake a scowl, and a true grin found its way onto his face.

“Okay, I will try my best not to be offended by your laughter and focus on the fact that we are going to be late.” Grayson said, a smile still on his face. He pulled off the road and began to drive back to his workplace.

Just yesterday Lyra and him were on opposing ends, Grayson’s pride offending her and Lyra’s stubbornness defying him.

But just like that, the two were laughing together in his car, drenched by the rain and uncaring of that fact.

How things were beginning to change.

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•

[haniya1234]

hey guys i’ve made a new rp acc for mattias slater so if you wanna go send some asks or whatever go ahead!

@mattiasslaterr

[haniya1234]

I am literally copy and pasting one of the most sexist comments under this reddit post which i just saw.

“it feels like her whole personality is the fact she has a slim figure like omg why is the fact she’s got a nice body mentioned so much like girly ily sm but please we get it she’s got a rocking body 💔”

https://www.reddit.com/r/TheInheritanceGames/s/aXvI2s1MTg

if i could shove my foot all the way down somebody’s throat, i would do it to this person.

OPEN THE LINK AND READ BEFORE HAND BTW!!!

okay. im gonna make this brief because this person literally pissed me off so badly and then they had the AUDACITY to mention gender roles.

they said “oh, if lyra was a GUY and stalked grayson hawthorne for a year, then got mad when he didnt pay attention to her” or some other bullshit. like how… HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO MENTION GENDER ROLES RIGHT NOW WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE BEING SEXIST.

idec. people hold female characters to SUCH a high standard.

first of all, SHE NEVER FUCKING STALKED GRAYSON??? she tried to get his number. thats it. she in no way harmed him and when he told her to stop calling, SHE IMMEDIATELY DID. grayson engaged in those phone calls, so dont act like hes a baby and lyra forced that phone down his throat. she didnt.

edit: i didnt add this bc i forgot but i have to mention this now

and since that person mention lyra being a stalker for GETTING SOMEBODYS PHONE NUMBER, then why dont we start being technical?

the hawthornes sending letter after letter to averys house about the will was stalking. grayson showing up at. her. school. just to talk to her about the will was stalking. but wait…. thats not right. it’s only okay when grayson does it!!!

AND EVERYTHING MENTIONED IN THIS POST ACTUALLY MAKES ME WANT TO DIE. “oh, but lyra was mad at grayson for not calling her back, yadayada” HEY. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT THIS IS? SINCE YOURE SO SMART DONT YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS? THATS SOMETHING CALLED A FUCKING FLAW.

YES lyra being petty is bad. but it was ALSO bad when grayson was outright rude to avery for no reason in the first book, or when jameson treated avery as a game again, FOR NO REASON in the—KEYWORD—first. book.

because guess what? do you wanna read what that says?

book 1! as in book 1 in a trilogy! as in square 1 for characters to learn to grow!

this bitchbag moaned and whined about lyra not being perfect. WELL GUESS WHO TF ALSO WASNT PERFECT IN THE FIRST BOOK OF THE TRILOGY THEY APPEARED IN?

grayson hawthorne.

jameson hawthorne.

OH RIGHT! THE GUYS THAT EVERYBODY IN THIS FANDOM D RIDES LIKE THERES NO TOMORROW!!

oh my god. you’re so right. if lyra was “half as intelligent as she claimed to be”, then she would have realized through her trauma and obvious depression that the guy who she had been blaming because she is a flawed character who is still growing wasnt at blame. YOU SOLVED IT!!!

guess what!!! if you would have clipped every one of lyra’s “annoying and whiny” depressed thoughts and stuck them together but changed her name to grayson, i deadass would have thought that jlb wrote graysons pov of the inheritance games. you know why? OH RIGHT, BECAUSE THEY GO THROUGH THE EXACT SAME FUCKING HEALING PROCESS!

except everybody’s baby grayson DOESNT immediately get better at the end!! yeah, it took him 4 books to heal!! but oh no, lyra needs to be a perfectly healthy no bad days mother teresa #2 in the first sentence of her FIRST BOOK IN A TRILOGY for people to not raise their pitchforks!! fun fact: YOU ARE SEXIST!!

if you agree with this redditors points: you are sexist.

if you loved grayson even in the first book/even after you finished the trilogy but agree with this redditors points: you are sexist.

ALL IN ALL, THANK YOU TIG/TGG NON-TUMBLR COMMUNITY FOR BEING THE MOST SEXIST PEOPLE ON THIS PLANET, DONALD TRUMP WOULD BE PROUD 🫶🫶🫶

ps. im tempted to make a reddit account and reply to that post and ALLLLLL its comments, but just making this actually made my blood boil. like im being serious when i say that i had to stop mid writing. because im genuinely done with blatant sexism i cant stand it and i especially cant stand knowing that nobodies safe if even BOOK CHARACTERS are being targeted.

(also btw NO i dont think you’re sexist if u have genuine criticism for her character. but this wasnt that. this was blind hate and sexism because nobody nowadays has even a shred of literacy comprehension. there was a reply of a girl genuinely criticizing how she was written and i understand that, but this? this was genuinely sexist and it actually makes me mad that even book characters are facing harsh standards like this.)

[haniya1234]

Midnight Confessions

Jameson Hawthorne x Avery Grambs

Warnings: strong language, emotional arguments, unexpected proposal, vulnerability, messy love

Summary: It starts with shouting in a hallway. It ends with a ring between them. Jameson Hawthorne has never done anything halfway, not even loving Avery Grambs.

Song: “Poison & Wine” — The Civil War

Word Count: 919

There were a thousand rooms in Hawthorne House, and somehow Avery still ended up arguing in the hallway.

“Unbelievable,” she snapped, pacing the marble floor in worn socks and yesterday’s hoodie. “You disappear for two days, come back like nothing happened, and expect me to pretend I wasn’t losing my mind.”

Jameson leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable in the low, flickering light from the antique sconces.

“I told you I needed time.”

“You vanished,” she hissed. “Without a call. Without a text. You could’ve been dead in a ditch or on a yacht with God knows who.”

He tilted his head. “You really think so little of me?”

“I think you like to run. And I think you’re scared of—” she cut herself off, jaw tightening. “You know what? Never mind.”

“No, say it,” he snapped, pushing off the wall. “You think I’m scared of what?”

“Of being serious,” she said. “Of being enough. Of this.”

Jameson barked a laugh, but it didn’t sound like humor. “That’s rich. You, of all people, calling me out on commitment. You practically flinch when I say anything resembling a real emotion.”

“I’m trying, Jameson.”

“So am I!”

Their voices echoed off the stone like thunder.

For a beat, they both went quiet. Just breathing. Just staring. And then:

“You know what the problem is?” Avery said, voice low. “We don’t work.”

His eyes flicked down. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“No.” He shook his head. “That’s what you say when you’re scared. That’s what you do. You push. You run.”

“And you chase, and you joke, and you never stay still long enough to let anything matter.”

“I stayed for you.”

She paused. That landed harder than it should have.

Jameson stepped closer. “I stayed for you, Avery. When I could’ve walked away. When I probably should’ve. I stayed.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re always halfway out the door?”

He looked at her — really looked at her. The kind of look he only gave when everything else dropped away. When it wasn’t a game.

“Because I don’t know how to stay when you don’t believe in us.”

“I believe in you,” she said. “That’s the problem.”

His brows furrowed.

“I believe in you so much it scares the shit out of me,” she whispered. “Because if I lose you—”

“You won’t.”

“You say that like it’s a guarantee.”

“It is.”

He said it with no hesitation. No dramatics. Just certainty.

Avery took a shaky breath. “You’re such an idiot.”

Jameson grinned. “Takes one to love one.”

She shoved him, and he caught her wrist. His touch was light, but electric.

“You think I don’t take this seriously?” he asked, eyes burning. “Avery, I have never taken anything more seriously in my life.”

“You were gone.”

“I was picking this up.”

He let go of her wrist, reached into his coat, and pulled out a small, battered black box.

The kind of box that didn’t need explanation.

Her entire body went still.

“Jameson.”

“I wasn’t running,” he said, quieter now. “I was asking your sister. I was finding a ring that wasn’t cursed or tragic or featured in a tabloid. I was planning something better than this. But you know what? This—” He gestured between them. “This is honest. So if I’m going to ask you, I’d rather it be now, when we’re both bare-boned and mad and stupid in love.”

She stared at him like he’d lost his mind.

And maybe he had.

Because Jameson Hawthorne dropped to one knee in the middle of that goddamn hallway — barefoot, flushed, and burning alive.

“I love you,” he said. “Even when you hate me. Especially when you hate me. Because that’s when I know you still care. So marry me, Avery. Not later. Not someday. Marry me now. Angry, messy, scared — I don’t care. Just say yes.”

Her hands were shaking.

“You can’t just propose in the middle of a fight.”

“I can do whatever the hell I want. I’m a Hawthorne.”

“You’re insane.”

“You love that about me.”

She did. God, she did.

Tears welled in her eyes, furious and grateful all at once. “I don’t want a perfect proposal.”

“Good,” he said. “Because this is a disaster.”

“I don’t want a perfect life either.”

“I’d be terrible at giving you one anyway.”

She laughed, choking on it, covering her mouth with one hand and staring at the ring with the other.

It wasn’t big. It wasn’t shiny. It was old and simple — gold, slightly scuffed, probably stolen from a forgotten vault beneath the house. But it was theirs.

“Say it again,” she whispered.

He blinked. “Say what?”

“That you love me.”

“I love you.”

Her knees buckled a little.

“I love you,” he repeated, firmer now. “Enough to want you when you’re furious with me. Enough to put the damn ring on your finger myself if I have to.”

She reached down, took the box from him, and popped it open. Slid the ring on her finger without breaking eye contact.

“You don’t have to,” she said.

“I just did,” he whispered.

Jameson stood. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him in close, and kissed him so hard it felt like coming home.

They stayed like that for a long time. In the hallway. In the dark. No witnesses. No cameras. Just them, the kind of love that breaks things and builds something stronger out of the wreckage.

[haniya1234]

averygrayson and odettetobias are kind of similar in the sense that they were both soul churning but the guy tosses out the girl in the relationship for another woman in the span of a heartbeat.

[haniya1234]

OMG UR PAKISTANI????

YESSSS