#The Inheritance Games

[laurencelovesbooks]

[iheartnerdywhiteboys]

this is literally lyra and grayson

I love how every time Peeta flirts with Katniss in THG, Katniss likes it but then remembers where she is and has to convince herself he doesn’t actually mean it and he’s playing some game.

Katniss my beloved, that boy just really likes you.

[jamcarven]

is this meant to be a miraculous reference? 😭😭

[lyrakanefanatic]

If tig/tgg characters had twitter part: 34

[inlovewithquotes]

"Don't tell me," Jameson murmured up above, "that you didn't hear any whispers."

I froze, thinking about what I had heard. "I met a girl." I made myself continue working my way through the shelf--book off, cover on, book reshelved. "Thea."

Jameson snorted. "Thea isn't a girl. She's a whirlwind wrapped in a hurricane wrapped in steel--and every girl in that school follows her lead, which means I'm persona non grata and have been for a year."

-The Inheritance Games

[viviwantsmorebooks]

gigi grayson has short curly hair.

SHORT.

please stop fancasting people with long hair as gigi!!

[simpson12]

I LOVE HIM ISTG

Grayson in tbh telling girls three years younger than him he was too old and then proceeding to be obsessed Lyra (three years younger) the whole game.

[sophiathe1]

GRAYSON. DAVENPORT. HAWTHORNE

[shimmerytimbers]

Literally every single fictional men to ever exist

[therevoloutionhasbegun]

DONT JUDGE MY RELARIONSHIP

keeping up with the hawthornes morning meetings and friday fevers

a/n: first ever ff published. this is an idea I had, originally meant for averyjameson, but I thought since it's my first fic, I would do it from lyra's pov, and switch it to a hawthorne fic, given that it would be easier to write. this is a hawthorne/hawthorne adjacent ff from lyra's perspective. obviously i'm new at this so this won't be great but let me know if you enjoy! happy reading x pairings: averyjameson, graysonlyra, libbynash, xandermax. wc: 1167

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"did you just put that coffee in the microwave?" lyra asked, in mild horror.

"yeah it was cold" max replied, looking at her as if she was being unreasonable. lyra stared at her. xander sipped his hot chocolate, watching intently, not fazed at max's beverage quirks.

"it's iced coffee." lyra deadpanned.

"yeah well not anymor- what the elf!" she yelled, as two figures whooshed past her.

"i swear, lib i'm not sick! god, what is your problem?" avery yelled, while still running. "if you're not sick, why the heck aren't you letting my check your temperature?" libby replied, sounding out of breath. "because there's no reason to, i'm not sick!" "so you are sick." "no, i just don't understand why you're so determined to-"

"stop." a country drawl sounded throughout the room. lyra turned her gaze to where nash was standing in the doorway, grayson on his side, eyebrow raised. he caught her gaze, from where she was on the kitchen counter, and sent her a questioning look. she shrugged because she genuinely had zero idea what was going on. avery and libby had both stopped where they were, avery with her back turned against a staircase, with libby facing her, back toward everyone else.

"what's happening?" xander asked helpfully.

"yeah i was wondering as well." lyra added. max just nodded eagerly.

avery rolled her eyes in exasperation and said "nothing."

libby complained to nash, "she's ill and won't admit it! she won't even let me take her temperature."

"if you're not sick, as you're claiming, why aren't you letting libby take your temperature?" grayson asked avery plainly. avery glared at him. abruptly, grayson smiled slightly, though avery didn't seem to notice, her body was still in the defensive stance, as if she was willing to run if anyone attempted to move toward her.

"because, obviously, your collective blatant distrust in me is downright offensive. after years of living together, you continue to doubt me and assume immediately that i would lie about something as trivial as feeling sick. i mean honestly…." lyra zoned out slightly and looked around to find the source of grayson's smile, her eyes travelling to where she saw jameson making his way down the staircase behind avery. she smirked as she saw nash silently signal something to him, to which he gave a nod. in true jameson hawthorne fashion, he reached the bottom of the staircase and swiftly wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her against him. avery started slightly but after a moment, sighed in exasperation, seemingly knowing there was no point in running anymore.

"what am i doing?" jameson asked libby, smiling slightly at the girl in his arms.

"check if she has a fever." libby smiled, thankful for the help. jameson frowned lightly.

"i thought you said you weren't sick." he reminded avery, his voice low.

"i'm not! libby's just being assumptious." she said back to jameson

"how am i assuming anything, when you look like you're about to collapse?" libby shot at her. lyra looked at avery. jameson pressed the back of his palm to her forehead, keeping his other hand firmly around her waist. to lyra, avery didn't look ill at all, or like she was about to collapse. just perhaps slightly tired. maybe avery wasn't lying?

jameson looked concerned now.

"you're burning up, ave." he told her softly, worried, his hand still pressed against her forehead, then moving to her cheek.

or maybe it was a sibling intuition and lyra should never be a detective.

"YOU LIAR!" libby yelled. nash and grayson watched in both slight concern and amusement. max whispered to lyra. "it's like watching a soap opera." lyra laughed. she felt grayson come to stand by her side, his arm around her shoulders, rolling his eyes at his brother and sisters-in-law. lyra smiled.

"well how am I supposed to know if i have a fever?" avery argued.

"BY LETTING ME CHECK FOR YOU." libby looked exasperated, very un-libby like.

"okay, okay. you, bed." jameson pointed at avery and gestured upstairs, amusement and concern evident on his face, his voice stern.

"i have meetings." she said, turning around to frown at jameson.

"heiress, you're sick. you're not risking your health for some random idiots who are un-organised enough to schedule meetings on friday morning, you're overworked as it is. you need rest." jameson's tone indicated that they had had this conversation numerous times.

"well, i have things to do love, i can't just drop everything-"

"i can take your work for the day avery, you should take the day off." grayson told her. lyra looked down at the counter and smiled at his thoughfulness.

"gray, i can't do that to you, you have just as much stuff to do today as i do we can't-"

"then he can delegate. you need rest avery, you can't go on like this without taking days off." jameson said firmly, his thumb tracing her jaw. they looked at each other for a moment, something unspoken passing between them.

"fine. fine! god i'll take today off. but only today, okay?" avery sighed in defeat.

"done." he stated. libby smiled at him, avery clearly had forgotten tomorrow was the weekend.

"fine." avery rolled her eyes.

"good." he smirked. grayson looked at lyra and they shared a smile. lyra thought it was endearing how much jameson cared about avery, no matter who was watching. after avery went upstairs, libby made her way to the other side of the kitchen.

"well, now that that's all finally settled, thank god, does anyone know where my cookie dough from yesterday went?" she asked, opening the fridge and looking through it. xanders eyes widened almost comically as he mumbled an uncomprehensible response and left the room hastily. libby smiled and rolled her eyes. lyra was too busy laughing to notice grayson swiping her croissant off her plate, until it was too late.

"oi!" lyra yelled at him.

"you have 4 other croissants on your plate lyra."

"so? what are you insinuating?"

"i'm insinuating that I have a busy schedule today, and that if you can't sacrifice one croissant for my efforts, we may have to rethink this whole relationship."

"our relationship?"

"no, your relationship with those croissants."

"don't judge my relationship!"

"speaking of schedules, gray, you will delegate avery's work, right? that alone is too much for one person." jameson asked, his back to everyone, as he made a sandwhich for avery. lyra smiled at jameson's obvious concern for his brother. no matter how much he tried to hide it. jameson glanced at grayson and grayson nodded.

"promise?" lyra asked.

"promise." grayson replied, his eyes still on his brother. who shot him a smirk and turned back around carelessly, although lyra noticed some of the tension leave jameson's shoulders.

nash, who had been silently watching this whole exchange, smiled and shared a knowing look with lyra.

they all had so much pride and yet were secretly concerned about each others wellbeing.

god, how she loved them.

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a/n : i feel like lyra's perspective is so much easier to write than anyone elses. i originally wasn't going to publish any works but i thought i'd give it a go (i don't love this one but it's alright lmao) and see what people think. i hope you enjoyed!

xx mira

[noth1in1g]

TIG Fic Idea

Can someone pleaase write a story where the Hawthorne brothers try Libby’s pregnancy cravings? It will be hilarious! 😂😭

[your-mommy-ems]

did i just see a post saying averygrayson should've been endgame and they hate jameson/averyjameson in the year 2025?????????

[lyrakanefanatic]

honestly this might be an unpopular opinion but i don’t like the fact that people on this platform are always commenting on lyras body. like i have seen posts complaint about how she isn’t curvy in fanarts or even the art made in the fairyloot versions. when i saw her card i was happy we would get some curvier girl like representation but like i feel like constantly commenting on a characters body and complaining about it is like not okay. i see why people do it i guess i just feel like it shouldn’t be normalized.

i see what you mean in some aspects!! i too have a body pretty similar to lyras, which was why i was really excited when her card came out. one thing that i hate is when people constantly SEXUALIZE her body. obv theres a difference between hyping her up and sexualizing her, but even then the line between those two gets treaded a LOT as people kind of make weirder and weirder comments about her body. and one thing i HATE about my body is how easily it can be sexualized. its like, i didnt ask for my curves, and yes i love them, but its not something i would ever want to get sexualized over. and i see that part of me in lyra a lot, and see that she too obviously doesnt want to be objectified for her body.

but i disagree on the fairyloot art thing you mentioned. i feel like it WAS weird for them to change lyras body type. especially because no other details of any other character were changed. i guess maybe they didnt see the card, but i feel like changing a curvy body into a skinny body is just weird, and felt like they were taking away a key part of her. because her being curvy is a key part of her. not so that we have something to “goggle” over, but because its probably shaped her in so many ways, from her experiences as a person to probably her experiences in ballet as a not thin ballerina. i feel like its very understandable for people to get upset over the fairy loot art of lyra, whether thats curvier readers like me, or simply readers who dont want to see this part of lyra get under shined.

but i still fully understand what you mean!!! i think a lot of people sexualize curvy bodies whereas skinnier body types typically get left alone, which is SUPER annoying

[inlovewithquotes]

"To you, Heiress," Jameson murmured to my left, I turned to look at him. I hadn't seen him since the night before. I was fairly certain he'd skipped school. I wondered if he'd spent the day in the Black Wood, looking for the next clue. Without me.

"To Emily," Thea added suddenly, her glass still raised, her eyes on Jameson. "May she rest in peace."

Jameson's glass came down. His chair was pushed roughly back from the table. Farther down, Grayson's fingers tightened around the stem of his own glass, his knuckles going white.

"Theadora," Constantine hissed.

Thea took a drink and adopted the world's most innocent expression. "What?"

-The Inheritance Games

[theacallagaris]

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