#inheritance games

[lyragrayson4ever]

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.

[stargirl0479]

page 45 of final gambit rewritten:

avery: tahiti

jameson: im sad because my ex died on your birthday and i tried not to think of her but i did so can you make me feel better about letting her die?

avery: yeah it wasn’t your fault

jameson: great but you aren’t jealous of my brother standing next to eve, right?

avery: of course not

jameson:

jameson: tahiti

avery: first of all, fuck you, second of all-

[viviwantsmorebooks]

oh to be called “heiress” by a 6ft man with emerald eyes, and drives race cars, and speaks in riddles

[cocomowgy]

WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT GRAYSON AHWTHORNE LOVES COOKIES LIKE I REMEMBER HE GOT SO PRESSED WHEN XANDER SAID HE WOULD SHOW AVERY COOKIES IN THE FIRST BOOK HE WAS LIKE "not the cookies"

AND WHEN XANDER MADE HIM THAT GIANT OREA HE ATE THE ENTIRE THING LIKE HES SO ADORABEL OMG

[runningoutofink8]

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

[where-is-the-angst]

how you’ll hear and you’ll rise above

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merry Christmas (eve)!! this one wasn’t requested but I wanted to write a fun little christmas fic. I know the idea of this fic is kinda ridiculous and unrealistic but I thought it was funny (: I hope you guys enjoy 💗

word count: 3292

A Hawthorne Christmas Special Disaster

Christmas at Hawthorne House was magical, and everyone knew it. It was better than the North Pole itself. Christmas trees were in every hall, every room, so many of them it would be a fools errand to even attempt to count them. There were wreaths on every door, mistletoe on every chandelier, eggnog and hot chocolate on every table, and high Christmas spirit all throughout.

So, to put it simply, it was magical. A winter wonderland, so to speak!

This Christmas Eve, the House was full of guests. The usuals; Avery, Libby, and the Hawthorne brothers, along with Oren, Alisa, Nan, Thea, Rebecca, Max, and Zara. New additions this year were Gigi; Grayson’s cheerful younger sister who was basically the embodiment of the word hyper, and Grayson’s new girlfriend, Lyra. 

The house was practically bursting at the seams with how many guests were staying this Holiday, but Avery stayed true to the statement The more the merrier! and reacted positively to every new arrival the night before Christmas.

With so many people there, the presents were overflowing too. So, they all agreed to put them in one room, and they would all be transported to the biggest tree in the house that night. The room was covered from floor to ceiling in presents, varieties of coloured wrapping paper making it a bit hard on the eyes.

Even with the presents taking up most of the space, Xander somehow still managed to run one of his contraptions through the rooms. Someone should really be monitoring him at all times, and maybe that was where they went wrong. Unattended, Xander usually managed to do one of his favourite things, even by accident; blow stuff up. 

Whilst everyone went about their day, preparing for the big holiday coming up so soon, Xander was causing some big trouble. In his defense, he didn’t know it would blow up like that.

Avery and Jameson were in the library together when they heard the firework sounding, extremely close, extremely concerning, boom. It was even more absurd considering how quiet the library had been moments before the explosion had rocked it.

“Did a bomb just go off?” Avery was quite calm, albeit very confused.

“No,” Jameson took her hand and started leading her to the direction of the explosion noise. “I think it’s more likely Xander just went off.”

Grayson was sitting quietly, working at his desk with Lyra on her phone behind him when the incident occurred.

“What the fuck goes on this house?” Lyra sat up.

“Xander,” Grayson stood, sighing internally. “And I believe it’d be more accurate to describe it as him going off.”

Oren was keeping an eye on the security cameras when Xander made the Christmas big bang happen, so he had the pleasure of watching it all happen in real time. He rubbed his forehead in frustration when one of his men walked on.

“Sir, we heard the explosion. Is there a threat?”

“No,” Oren sighed. “Just Xander. Again.”

It seemed everyone was used to his antics by now.

The loud noise of the explosion soon led them all to the room where it happened, where Xander was currently standing with half an eyebrow missing, a face caked in dirt, and a shocked expression.

“Ok!” Xander exclaimed as they all walked into the room. “It was an accident, I swear!”

“Did it really have to happen in the room where all the presents are?” Thea sniped.

“Um,” Max quietly commented. “I think you mean the room where the presents were.”

“They do seem to have disappeared.” Rebecca pursed her lips, and a collective sigh of exasperation seemed to echo through the room.

———

The presents really did seem to have disappeared. If you looked at the broken windows or the literal hole in the wall, it wasn’t too hard to discern where they had gone to.

“They’re out on the grounds!” Libby ran her hands through her hair. “They could be anywhere! They could be gone!”

“Ok, everyone calm down,” Nash put his arm around Libby’s shoulder. “They gotta be out there somewhere. Let’s all just go look. I’m sure we could find them.”

“And if we don’t, Santa can just bring us replacement ones!” Gigi said, then in respond to the looks she was given added: “I’m joking! Duh!” (But the way she looked down sure didn’t make it seem like she was joking)

“So, we go look. Isn’t this what Christmas is about? Finding hope when all is lost?” Avery tried to bring up the mood.

Max scoffed. “Actually, Christmas is Jesus’ birthday, which I have already informed you of, Avery-“

Zara brought her hands together, abruptly ending that sentence. “Let’s just go look for those damned presents, shall we?”

There was a chorus of agreement throughout the room, and they started to make their plans to divide and conquer. Avery turned to her boyfriend beside her and noticed the especially nervous look on his face.

“Jameson?” Avery looked at him with concern in her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jameson put his hands on her shoulders. “Why don’t you go with Gigi and Lyra…I think I’m gonna go with my brothers.”  

Avery nodded, biting her lip in worry. She didn’t want to say anything, but she feared he was hiding something from her. 

The groups were made and the plan wasn’t really a plan at all; it was just look. It felt a bit like they were saving Christmas.

As everyone shuffled out of the room, Xander’s voice called out one last time to them all; “I’m really sorry guys! I swear! It won’t happen again!”

“It will,” Nan snorted from her seat next to the piano. “Oh, it will.”

Avery, Lyra, and Gigi were walking along the east side of the estate, coats wrapped tightly around their bodies and their breath creating clouds in the air. It was mostly silent, until Gigi spotted a wrapped little miracle in the distance. 

“Look, I found one!” She took off running, and Avery and Lyra struggled to keep up with their freezing legs, until with no warning, Lyra was suddenly miles ahead of Avery too.

“How,” Avery panted “Are you guys so fast in this weather?” She rested her hands on her knees when she finally reached them.

“I’m a runner,” Lyra shrugged, taking the present box from Gigi’s hands.

“From Nash, to Libby.” Lyra read off the tag.

“Oooh, what do you think it is!” Gigi said excitedly. 

“None of our business.” Avery and Lyra said at basically the same time, each of them laughing a little at the coincidence.

“Jinx!” Gigi exclaimed. “I did it for you, since you guys forgot to.” She smiled brightly.

On the west side of the estate, the four Hawthorne brothers walked together. 

“Don’t look so nervous, Jamie,” Nash pushed his shoulder. “It’ll work out.”

“And if it doesn’t,” Grayson added coldly, raising a blonde eyebrow in Xander’s direction “We know who to blame.”

“Hey! I didn’t mean to blow your-“ 

“Shhh,” Jameson shushed him. “You never know who could be listening.”

Grayson silently rolled his eyes.

Xander continued, “I didn’t mean to blow your redacted out the wall! It just happened!”

“Well my ‘redacted’ is pretty darn important, Xander!”

“Let’s not fight. Maybe we should just focus on finding it.” Grayson stayed calm as ever.

“Yeah, before Avery does. That wouldn’t be good.” Nash winced just imagining it.

“God, don’t stress me out more!” Jameson ran his hands through his hair. “Everyone just…focus on looking!”

Libby, Max, Rebecca and Thea were together, but they were separated into two different duos waking close. Rebecca and Thea were a bit more focused on their romance than the presents, and Libby and Max were preoccupied with gossip.

“So, you know right?” Max whispered. “He told you?”

“Yes, of course!” Libby whispered back. “Well…technically Nash told me, but it’s fine.”

“Same,” Max giggled. “Xander told me. He’s not too good at keeping secrets from me..but not to worry, for I’m great at keeping secrets!”

“Me too,” Libby agreed. “My lips are sealed, one hundred and ten percent.”

Rebecca and Thea were caught up in a passionate conversation when one of them spotted a box sitting on the roof of a small shed. “Look, I found one!” 

“Wow, that’s a big box.” Libby commented. “How do we get it down?” 

“I’m on it!” Max was already scaling the wall.

“Uhhhh..” Thea raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. “Are we sure she’s not gonna like…break her leg doing that?”

“I’m fine!” Max was already on the roof, handing the wrapped box down to Libby. She climbed down the wall as easily as she had gone up it, landing on the ground without even a thud. “See?” She said smugly.

“I guess she’s got it under control.” Rebecca shrugged.

The adults of the group were together, though none of them seemed too happy about it. Alisa, Oren, and Zara walked in silence, whilst Nan had opted to stay inside and let the young ones do the dirty work.

“I’m going to kill Xander,” Alisa rubbed between her eyebrows. “I’m a lawyer, for gods sake! How do I end up cleaning up explosions every other damn day?”

“You’re Hawthorne-Adjacent,” Zara studied her nails. “You should expect this by now.”

Oren crossed his arms. “My job description said bodyguard. Now what have I become? A janitor! A directions man!”

“You’re employed to a billionaire,” Zara, ever the realist, stated. “An extremely generous one, at that. Complain all you want, but people would kill to be out here in the freezing cold looking for presents that were blown out a wall just for fun.”

None of them could disagree with that.

“I found a present.” Alisa deadpanned, pointing a manicured finger at a lonely tree on the property, somewhat resembling a Christmas tree, that had a present stuck high up in its branches.

Both the ladies turned to look at Oren, who sighed deeply and then began to climb.

Gigi and Lyra were ahead of Avery, whispering and giggling quietly. Avery looked around at the snow covered trees, and at footprints on the ground, at anything to make it seem like else wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. Unfortunately, the heavy wind made it quite hard to hear what they were saying, but it was clearly something she wasn’t meant to know.

Is everyone keeping something from me? At this point, she was getting a little pissed off.

The brothers walked in silence, looking out on the mostly undisturbed snow. 

“Look!” Xander called out of the blue. “Down that hill!”

Sure enough, down the hill was a jackpot. It seems lots of the presents had tumbled right down into there.

Nash whistled. “Looks like we got ourselves some carrying to do.”

Jameson jogged down the hill, throwing big boxes out of his way in his rush to find it. But, in the giant pile of big presents, there was no little, perfectly wrapped one.

“It’s not here,” Jameson threw his head back. “It’s not here!”

“It’s okay, Jamie,” Xander patted his back. “We will find it! We will not give up!”

“Do I have to carry all these back myself?” Grayson snapped them back to reality with his cold voice.

They got to work.

“Do you think the others have had any luck?” Alisa has by now realized there her shoe choice wasn’t the most…practical for this activity. Although, Zara was wearing heels too and seemed perfectly fine.

“I sure hope so,” The cold air biting at her ankles didn’t bother Zara one bit. “They will be beside themselves if this holiday is ruined. And I mean, honestly, I would just like to relax for now.”

Alisa was opening her mouth to agree when her heel caught on something and she fell forward. Oren caught her in her arms and she put a hand to her chest.

“God, that scared me.” Alisa looked down at the tiny box she had tripped over, which Zara was currently picking up.

Alisa’s eyes narrowed. “Give me that,” She snatched it from her hands.

When she saw the shape of the box and the names written on the top, Alisa was hit with a headache which can only be described as the headache of an impending PR nightmare.

“Jameson Winchester Hawthorne!” She screamed, loud enough that everyone near Hawthorne house would surely hear.

“Did you hear that?” Avery looked up from the ground.

Lyra and Gigi looked up too. 

“Um,” Lyra looked at Gigi nervously. “Should we go check on them?”

“First you guys need to tell me what you’re whispering about,” Avery crossed her arms and stood in front of the pair.

“I want to, so bad! But I-“ Gigi burst out, and Lyra slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Listen, Avery, I’m sorry. But..you’ll know soon enough anyways.”

Avery side eyed her. She’d heard that one before.

“I’m telling the truth!” Lyra defended herself.

Avery was stopped from responding by the sight of all four Hawthorne brothers coming into view, walking hurriedly. They were heading towards the sound of the yelling.

“Come on, guys.” Gigi grabbed the two girls arms and led them in the direction the brothers were heading; towards Alisa, Oren and Zara.

Alisa still stood with the box grasped tightly in her fist, looking at the approaching Jameson with a blank look on her face.

“Seriously?” She muttered. 

Jameson looked at the small present box in her hand, internally sighing in relief that it wasn’t lost forever. “Uh..yeah.”

“She’s 19! You’re 20! Do you know what they’ll be saying in that tabloids? And god knows I’ll be the only one working to fix that!” She scolded him.

Jameson bit his lip, looking behind him for backup. His brothers all seemed preoccupied with the nature around them at the moment rather than the conversation happening in front of them.

“What’s going on?” Avery approached them, the two other girls in her group not far behind. “What’s that?”

It seemed like everyone knew something she didn’t, with the way they all looked at each other. They all knew what the hell was going on, and she had no clue.

“You guys are driving me crazy! Ugh!” She threw her hand hands in the air dramatically, beginning to walk back towards the house.

The scene was quite absurd, with everyone standing silently, watching her retreat. Alisa still held that damned box, and Jameson’s mouth was open as if to explain himself, but he stayed quiet.

“Ow! Fuck!” They heard faintly in the distance, following a barely audible banging noise. “Fucking box!”

“I found the rest of the presents!” Her voice was louder this time, and then immediately followed by the door slamming as she walked back into the house.

Their mouths stayed glued shut for a few moments before Xander decided to clear the air. 

“Ahem,” Xander started trudging through the snow. “You heard her! Get to those presents!”

It turned out, the rest of the presents had blown into a snow bank near a door of Hawthorne House, a big pile just sitting there like Santa’s sleigh had gotten into an accident.

They transported them inside in a conveyor belt system, passing them along. It was quite efficient, and soon the presents were loaded up in the foyer.

“Maybe don’t blow this room up, Xander?” Max joked.

“Don’t sweat it! I’ve learned my lesson.”

Almost everyone in the room rolled their eyes.

“Where’s Jameson?” 

“He took the box.” Alisa said, and they all made eye contact.

“Does that mean…” Libby said excitedly. 

Alisa sighed. “Honestly, I hope not.”

It did in fact mean that. Jameson found Avery in a room not too far from the foyer, sitting by herself. She looked mad.

“Avery,” He said, his voice soft.

“Jameson,” She didn’t sound as happy to see him.

“Listen, Avery, I’m really sorry. But I promise I never wanted to lie to you.”

“So you’re gonna tell me what you’ve been hiding from me?”

He nodded lightly and pulled the box out from his pocket.

She looked at it with wide eyes, suddenly thinking of a possibility she hadn’t thought of before. “I-“

“I was going to do this on Christmas.” Jameson slowly said. “But I think it’s only right to do it now.” He handed her the box.

Avery ripped off the wrapping at lightning speed and upon seeing the black box underneath it her hands started to shake. “Jameson…” Was all she managed to say.

Torturously slow but as fast as she could manage, Avery opened the box, and her eyes were immediately hit by a sparkling glow. “Oh, it’s beautiful.” Probably wasn’t what she was supposed to say in that moment; but she said it anyway.

When Avery looked up, Jameson was on one knee. She gasped.

“I’ll keep this short,” He cleared his throat. “Avery, Saint Avery. I will love you for the rest of my life, and past that, and nothing will change that. I want nothing more than to be with you forever. Will you help make that wish come true? I understand if you’re not ready, and I’m prepared to wait, but…Avery Kylie Grambs, will you marry me?”

Avery could do nothing but stand in shock for a few minutes, and Jameson started to feel slightly terrified. What if she says no?

A smile started to spread across her features. “Yes!” She exclaimed. “Yes, I will!”

They kissed, and it was perfect. The perfect embodiment of the Christmas spirit, minus baby Jesus. 

This romantic, amazing, never to be re created moment was interrupted by a flood of people bursting through the doors.

Squeals of “You’re engaged!” echoed through the room and Avery and Jameson broke apart. Jameson slid the ring onto Avery’s left ring finger before they turned to face the rest of the group.

“Yeah,” Avery giggled. “We are.”

Alisa came forward. “This really is not going to hit that press well. You couldn’t have waited, like, two years? Do I really have to deal with teen pregnancy rumours?”

She paused and looked between them, seeming to be considering something.

“But, I’m happy for you two.” She smiled.

“Thank you, Alisa,” Avery hugged her, and that started a chain of Avery hugging everyone.

“My best friend is getting married! My best friend is getting married!” Max sang.

After everyone finally dispersed, Avery returned to the room of the explosion alone. There, she found Nan, still sitting alone.

“Sit, girl,” She said, mentioning to the space beside her, and Avery obeyed.

“So you’re going to be a Hawthorne?”

Avery nodded silently.

“Marriage is dangerous. Make sure he’s good to you. Tell me if he’s not.” Nan informed her bluntly.

“I-I will.” Avery smiled at her.

A few moments of silence passed, and Avery assumed that was her cue to leave. As she was walking out the door, she heard Nan say one last thing.

“Don’t tell them I said this, but I’m happy to have you apart of this wretched family, girl.”

Avery grinned at her new great-grandmother in law.

———

Christmas morning, thankfully, didn’t involve any explosions, unless the mass amount of hastily ripped wrapping paper landing on the floor counted. Some of the presents had snow or dirt on them from their trip outside, but no one seemed to care.

Christmas morning was filled with joy, and a newly engaged Avery and Jameson felt a lot of it. Everyone did.

Presents were opened, hugs (and kisses) were shared, and it became another magical Christmas at Hawthorne house.

As everyone settled down and the house was quiet in the comfortable Christmas afternoon way, a very familiar boom sounded through the house, followed by an ear piercing screech: “XANDER!”

[bookworm-fangirl1]

your eyes are like heaven

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alisha (or ali if you want) 

she/her ♡ cancer ♡ bday is july 5 ♡ bookworm (duh) ♡ american born confused desi ♡ indian ♡ american ♡ I'm a theater kid ♡ i love to sing ♡ drawing is one of my favorite pastimes ♡ I'm an older sibling ♡ midwest girly (no I don't live on a farm or have an accent) ♡ cabin 6 ♡ gryffindor ♡ absolute fangirliest fangirl of all time ♡ toned tan sketchbook lover ♡ coffee lover ♡ I’m also @sept11989deardiary and @itsaru-arushah ♡ obsessed with prismacolors and alcohol markers ♡ @telugu-girl-13 ‘s fave annoying cognate

what to expect drawings ♡ book content ♡ when I write a fanfic I'll be posting the link ♡ writing content ♡ epic the musical stuff ♡ everyday life ♡ silly random ♡ thoughts ♡ etc

books

ouabh/caraval ♡ kotlc ♡ riordanverse ♡ tpq ♡ heartless ♡ powerless ♡ if he had been with me ♡ bttm and nltm betting on you ♡ the do over ♡ inheritance games ♡ agggtm ♡ heartstopper ♡ red, white and royal blue ♡ to all the boys ♡ six of crows ♡ the folk of the air ♡ theres definitely more but uh… I can’t remember

tbr

fearless ♡ shatter me ♡ stolen heir + all extra folk of the air books

current

cinder ♡ the screaming staircase

series in progress 

folk of the air ♡ red queen ♡ powerless ♡ Lockwood and co

shows

Xo kitty ♡ murder drones ♡ dead boy detectives ♡ Lockwood and co ♡ arcane ♡ phineas and ferb ♡ gravity falls ♡ the owl house ♡ shadow and bone ♡ hellaverse

childhood shows

miraculous ♡ carmen sandiago ♡ shera princesses of power ♡ kipo and the age of wonderbeasts ♡ sofia the first ♡ my little pony

musicals

epic the musical ♡ heathers ♡ beetlejuice ♡ hamilton (live) ♡ hadestown (live) ♡ ride the cyclone ♡ matilda (cast, ensemble) ♡ mean girls ♡ newsies ♡ the little mermaid (cast, Ursula)

artists

conan gray ♡ sombr (birthday buddy) ♡ lizzy mcalpine ♡ aiden bisset ♡ gracie abrams ♡ mckenna grace ♡ maisie peters ♡ laufey

masterlists

oc masterlist ♡ writing masterlist 

find me elsewhere  my wattpad, ao3, character hub, and youtube are linked in my bio moots can ask for my discord or pintrest

your voice is like rain

@thecutestgrotto gets credit for the dividers :)

[hyuneskkami]

grayson’s turmoil over what to wear to a highschool party is so funny help 💀

[mj-says-hey]

reading the inheritance games. Here’s my unsolicited opinion on the date-ability of each of the Hawthorne brothers:

Nash: mmm sexy cowboy. But I prefer to do things on my own and I don’t want to be saved. 6/10.

Grayson: Would literally drive me up a wall and get on my nerves SO MUCH, but maybe that tension would turn into chemistry?? Idk. It’s just…he’s so arrogant and broody. Over dramatic. He doesn’t even talk like a real person. I’m not really into brooders…is tumblr a land of people who are into brooders? I can’t stand it, tbh. Like, GO TO THERAPY ALREADY. TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS. ALLOW OTHERS TO SUPPORT YOU. Otherwise, get it together. Harsh, I know, but that’s how I feel about that. I also see a lot of myself in Grayson (practicality, independence, duty, perfectionism, emotional suppression, exactingness, impatience, allergic to vulnerability) but we don’t talk about that…maybe that’s why he gets on my nerves…cuz he’s me…😅. Or at least, he’s the person I once was and still am on my worst days. And bro, the opposite of weakness ISN’T control, it’s adaptability!! Rigid is brittle, and brittle breaks. I’d just want to shake Grayson, daily! But maybe the man needs some shaking. 3/10.

Jameson: Oooooo mysterious!!! Fun!!! Smart!!! Curious!!! I see a lot of myself in Jameson too. The curiosity, the hunger. Yup, sounds like me. I’m the type to go down four-hour rabbit holes because I cannot stop until I get an answer. I’m the type where unresolved problems rattle around in my brain like a pebble in my shoe until I solve them. I cannot let things go. Jameson is hot as heck and has the same why as I do. The same inability to stop. The moral ambiguity under pressure. The instinct to survive, no matter what it takes. But he is self-destructive and that’s scary in relationships. But he’s a lot less self-destructive when he’s in love because he has something to live for, so that’s a plus! 8/10.

Xander: Literal puppy dog. I love him. He is SO much fun. But also, he has the ability to be serious, he just chooses not to. He’s genius too, so I bet he’s done the cost-benefit analysis and has just DECIDED that it’s better to be…happy. I love that. He’s probably the most mentally stable brother. It’d just be frustrating when you’re trying to have a serious conversation and he’s evading you. But I cope through humor too so maybe we’d be alright. And he’ll get real with you if you make him. He’s chock full of unconditional acceptance, and that’s the greenest of my personal green flags. 9/10.

[lyragrayson4ever]

"Do me a favor, don't hurt him"

AHHHHHHHHHH I HAVE A FEELING THAT ITS EITHER JAMESON TO LYRA OR NASH TO LYRAAAA

[stargirl0479]

when you find out Xanders dad wants him and all you can do is sit there sadly.

[viviwantsmorebooks]

ohhh myyyy godddd

“the finale to the whole Inheritance Games saga” omg

i can’t believe this series will be coming to an end. the emotional attachment i have with this series—

[cocomowgy]

Commercials/ Ads I Think TIG characters would be in

Avery: this girl is DEFINETLY in an Olympics commercial as a narrator for some motivational video.

Jamie: Car commercials but only the luxury ones like Porsche or Ferrari

Nash: this is gonna be stereotypical but probably a ram commercial or a jack Daniel’s commercial as like a guest star appearance something quick and short

Grayson: COLOGNE COLOGNE COLOGNE or Calvin Klein hehe

Lyra: I can SOOOO see this girl doing a skims thingy or ulta beauty you cannot tell me this girl wouldn’t have the clearedt skin

Libby: animal advocacy commercials like the ones about the dogs in shelters

Xander: Vans commercial! Or A Super Bowl commercial FS

Savannah: she would also do Nike

Gigi: SKITTLES COMMERCIAL