#★ rohan

[bebegi]

OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ THE JOJOLANDS

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦!

genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x charming man, usagi aloha’oe, rohan kishibe & paco laburantes.

warnings: ooc for everyone because i'm still trying to figure out their vibe yk<3

PART I– PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: another series completd, this was so fun to make and i hope it met your expectations 🤍 ily all and as always, thank you for all the love and support!!!!!!!

notes²: divider by aquazero ♡

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated ♡

[fubukism]

the og selfshipper <3

[djarin]

ELIO’S 2.5K PARTY ★ THE RETURN OF THE KING » for @dickgraaysons 🌈

Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when then courage of men fails. When we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dead on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!

[avekgrambs]

Reconciling Attack.

Word count:2.6K

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LYRA’S POV:

Lyra was tired—next-level tired. She hadn’t slept properly since the game had started, and when shit hit the fan, her sleep schedule worsened even more. In the two weeks the game had been going on, many messed-up things had happened. Lyra wasn’t sure how well she would do in the next phases of the contest.

After the escape room—and her kiss with Grayson—she had gone to sleep, replaying everything that had happened that night. Once sleep took over, the flashback turned into sleep paralysis, and since then, every night had become worse than the last.

The next few days had gone smoothly, with the players receiving subtle clues about the next phase and how it would be executed. Everyone was doing their own thing, mostly looking out for themselves. It was clear—Rohan and Savannah were allies—and it was also clear they were planning something, though Lyra wasn’t sure what. Grayson didn’t like their alliance, not because he considered them a threat, but because he didn’t trust Rohan, not one bit.

The day before the second phase of the game, Rohan accused Lyra of attacking Savannah. He claimed he saw Lyra shove Savannah while aggressively asking her about the notes with her father’s name.

It was Rohan and Savannah’s word against hers. Grayson had blindly trusted Savannah, while his brothers and Avery seemed more hesitant to believe them. Ultimately, they decided there wasn’t enough proof to take action against Lyra. This led to a fight between Grayson and her, with her listing all the reasons why she would never—and couldn’t—have done that.

This had happened over half a week ago. Lyra and Grayson hadn’t spoken, and Rohan and Savannah pretended that nothing had happened. Fuckers.

The reality was that she was scared—scared because of the nightmares, scared about Miles End’s future, and tired from not eating or sleeping properly, which was causing her some... physical difficulties, to say the least.

Right now, it’s 2:45 AM. She had just woken up from sleep paralysis and had been silently crying for half an hour. Lyra decided she was done being scared—at least for the night. She wanted to get out of bed for a while, breathe, and not feel trapped in the room or by the flashback.

She walked through the mansion until she came across a beautiful library and decided to sit on one of the fancy couches. This wasn’t the same library where she had encountered the Hawthorne heiress, though. This one was a little smaller.

The library was beautiful, even with all the lights turned off. The illumination from the large window was unmatched—thousands of books and gorgeous bookshelves illuminated by moonlight. Lyra was gripping the the hem of her sweatpants so tightly her knuckles were white. The room felt too small, the air too thick, as if the walls were closing in. She couldn’t breathe. Her chest felt like it was being crushed under the weight of something she couldn’t see, but it was there, pressing down on her with a force that didn’t make sense. Her heart pounded in her ears, thumping so loud that she couldn’t hear anything else.

Her vision blurred, and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze. The room was spinning—no, it was her—she was spinning. She gripped her knees and hugged them to her chest, curling into herself, but it didn’t help. The suffocating panic wrapped itself around her, tightening its grip.

Calm down. Breathe. Just breathe.

She couldn’t. Each breath felt shallow, desperate. Her chest seized again, and she gasped, trying to force air into her lungs. But there wasn’t enough. The more she tried to inhale, the more she felt herself sinking deeper into the panic, her thoughts spiraling in all directions.

Her hands were shaking. She tried to hold them still, pressing them to the cool fabric of her jeans, but that only made it worse. She couldn’t escape it. Why couldn’t she just breathe?

Her throat closed, and the tears came then, hot and unbidden. She wiped them away, her hands trembling even more as she reached for her phone, but the screen seemed so far away. It was too much. The feeling, the pressure—it all felt so overwhelming. She felt alone, isolated in a way that made her stomach turn.

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GRAYSON’S POV:

Grayson was awake. He had been fully awake every night since the game began. His mind hadn’t stopped once since the number eight appeared on the screen, and it had only intensified after the shocking revelation that his grandmother—who was supposedly dead—had been alive for over a decade. But she wasn’t the only one consuming his thoughts.

Lyra Kane had haunted his mind ever since he realized she was the mysterious phone girl who had called him a year and a half ago. He wasn’t sure if the reason for his constant thoughts about her was his father, the fight, or… the kiss.

He kissed her, and it felt good. He hadn’t felt this alive in a long time, and it left him craving more. But, of course, when everything was going well, shit had to hit the fan. Something had to ruin it, and Grayson ended up alone again. That’s what happens when you trust someone blindly and let yourself get carried away.

Grayson never imagined Lyra would do something like that—be so aggressive with his sister. Then again, they hadn’t known each other for long. He had trusted her, though. He’d never been so quick to warm up to someone, and he hadn’t intended to. Something had drawn him to her, but he wasn’t sure what. He’d felt attracted to her when he first saw her in the helicopter, but he’d thought it was just physical attraction.

Now, they hadn’t spoken for over a week and a half. He was mad at her—but mostly at himself. He was also angry at Savannah for telling Avery and his brothers before even thinking about telling him. That also made him doubt if what Rohan and Savannah were claiming was true.

Lyra seemed as shocked as everyone about the accusation, and the way she had defended herself and stood her ground in front of everyone was too impressive to ignore. Either her lying skills were exceptional, or she was being falsely accused.

Their argument had taken place just after everyone had left. She had tried to explain how it was impossible, insisting she was sleeping at the supposed time of the encounter—though she had no way of proving her statement.

Grayson thought of everything that could be done in this situation and the only thing that made sense was… talk. Grayson talked to Savannah and Rohan when the situation had taken place but he hadn't really “talked” to Lyra more than the argument.

He knew he needed to get up and find her, and that's what he did. He was going to talk to her.

He looked everywhere for her, he went to her door and found it open. The bed was made and everything was perfectly in place, his brows furrowed at the sight.

What the hell? Why is the bed made?

Grayson hesitated, confusion bubbling up inside him. Lyra was meticulous about keeping her space clean, but this felt... off. She hadn’t been in her room for a while. He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the neatness of the space before his gaze fell to the window. It was slightly ajar, and the cold air from outside slipped through, ruffling the curtains gently.

She wasn’t here.

His heart skipped a beat. Panic started to creep up on him, but he forced himself to focus. She had to be somewhere in the mansion. He turned quickly and left the room, his feet moving faster than his mind could process. The familiar weight of guilt settled over him—he should’ve reached out to her earlier. Should’ve spoken to her. But no, he let the fight hang there like a cloud between them, too proud and too stubborn to break the silence.

His feet carried him down the long hallways, passing through empty rooms, his mind replaying their argument like an endless loop. The sound of her voice, the way she’d pleaded with him, trying to convince him that she hadn’t done what Rohan and Savannah claimed. He had believed her, but something in his gut told him there was more to it. Something wasn’t right.

He turned a corner and almost collided with a familiar figure—Rohan.

“Have you seen Lyra?” Grayson asked, trying to keep his voice calm, but failing.

Rohan’s expression was unreadable, but there was a smirk on his face—something sharp. “Why would I know where she is?” he replied, crossing his arms as if suddenly entertained.

Grayson ignored him and pushed past him, his frustration boiling over. “I can’t find her.”

“I’m not babysitting her,” Rohan retorted lazily, clearly having a blast with this interaction. “Aren’t you the one who needs to figure things out with her?” Rohan was trying to get to him.

Grayson didn’t have the patience for a conversation with Rohan right now. He turned on his heel and kept walking.

Grayson hesitated before he pushed open the doors to the library. His heart was beating louder than he wanted to admit, the fear rising with every step he took through the dimly lit hallway. The mansion was eerily quiet at this hour—too quiet for his liking. His eyes scanned the space before him, looking for any sign of Lyra, his chest tightening when he didn’t find her immediately. His pulse spiked again.

He turned the corner into the library, his gaze sweeping over the shelves of books, the soft moonlight filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the room. And then he saw her.

Lyra was sitting on one of the couches, curled up like she was trying to make herself as small as possible. Her knees were pulled to her chest, and her arms wrapped tightly around them, like she was holding herself together. Her face was buried in her arms, and the faint sound of her trembling breaths filled the space.

Grayson felt his chest tighten at the sight, a sharp ache spreading through him. His first instinct was to rush over to her, to comfort her, to do something, but he paused. There was something fragile about her right now, something that made him hesitate. His heart ached for her, but he didn’t know how to reach her in this moment.

He took a step forward, and the sound of his footfall seemed to snap her out of her world. Her head shot up, her wide, panicked eyes locking onto him. For a brief moment, she seemed frozen—her gaze wide and uncertain, her chest heaving with shallow, desperate breaths.

“Lyra?” His voice came out softer than he’d intended, full of caution and concern. His hands hovered by his sides, unsure if he should get closer or if she needed space.

She blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear her vision, and for a split second, he saw her flinch. His stomach sank.

“Grayson,” she whispered, her voice strained, barely audible. She wiped her eyes quickly with the back of her hand, but her tears wouldn’t stop.

His gut clenched. The sight of her like this—so broken, so fragile—struck him harder than he expected. The silence between them felt like a heavy weight, like there was too much unsaid and yet nothing to say at all.

Without thinking, Grayson moved toward her. He knelt in front of her, careful not to invade her space too suddenly. His heart was racing as he watched her, trying to gauge if she was okay, if she needed him to touch her, to help her. He wasn’t sure.

“Hey, hey, Lyra,” he murmured gently, his voice barely above a whisper. “Look at me. You’re okay. I’m here.”

She shook her head in disbelief, like she couldn’t quite process his words. Her body jerked slightly as another tremor ran through her, and he instinctively reached out, his hand brushing her arm. The touch was gentle, tentative, but it seemed to anchor her in some small way.

Her breath caught in her throat. “I—I can’t breathe,” she gasped, her voice tight with panic.

Grayson’s heart skipped a beat at the raw desperation in her words. He sat down beside her, careful not to crowd her too much, and kept his hand near hers, as if offering her an anchor in this storm. “It’s okay. Just breathe with me, okay? In and out. Slow. Deep breaths.”

Her eyes darted to him, her panic-stricken face trying to focus on his words. She swallowed hard, nodding weakly, but her breaths remained shallow. Her body trembled violently, like the very air was suffocating her.

Grayson exhaled slowly, keeping his eyes locked on hers. “In through your nose,” he whispered. “Nice and slow. Then out through your mouth. Like this. I’m with you. I’m right here.”

She tried to follow his lead, but the breaths came out ragged and erratic, barely enough to calm her racing heart. She curled in tighter, her arms wrapping even more tightly around her knees. Grayson’s heart ached seeing how small she seemed, how utterly lost in the storm of panic.

“Lyra, listen to me,” he urged softly, his voice almost a plea. “You’re safe. I’m here. We’ll get through this together.”

Her body was still shaking uncontrollably, her hands pressed to her face as she wiped away her tears, but they came faster than she could stop them. Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, the weight of her anxiety pressing her further down.

Grayson’s throat tightened, but he refused to pull away. He kept talking to her in the quietest voice he could manage, trying to ground her with each word. “It’s okay. You’re not alone. I’m right here, and you’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna breathe together.”

Minutes passed—he wasn’t sure how many, but each one felt like an eternity. He could feel her slowly coming back to herself, the shakes lessening, though the tension in her shoulders remained. Her breathing, though still shaky, had started to slow to a more manageable pace, matching his deep inhales and exhales.

“Good,” Grayson said softly, his hand brushing the back of her arm again, trying to reassure her. “That’s it. Just breathe.”

Lyra nodded, her eyes still wet with tears, but her body was starting to loosen up. The crushing weight of her panic had eased just enough for her to focus on his voice. Her gaze met his again, and this time it wasn’t as frantic, not as lost.

“Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion.

Grayson smiled gently, his heart still racing from the intensity of what he’d just witnessed. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly. “You’re not alone. I’m here, okay?”

She nodded, her breath finally coming at a steady pace. “I—I didn’t think I could stop it,” she admitted, her voice a raw confession. “It felt like I couldn’t breathe... like I was drowning.”

“I know,” Grayson murmured, his voice gentle, and he shifted a little closer, wanting to offer her some comfort. “I’m glad you let me help you. You don’t have to face this alone.”

Lyra shifted closer to him and buried her face in his chest, to what Grayson responded by caressing her hair while his arm held her in.

For a while, neither of them said anything else. They just sat there in the stillness, the only sound in the room their breathing, which had finally evened out. The quiet wasn’t uncomfortable, though; it felt like a shared space, a moment where neither of them had to speak to understand.

Grayson stayed close to her, keeping the weight of his presence a gentle, steady reminder that she wasn’t alone. He didn’t know what the future held or what was going on inside of her, but in that moment, he knew one thing for sure: He wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.

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this turned out fine, i guess? idk ummm well i hope you enjoy it!! i wrote this during a math class after i took a test, so ignore anything cringe, bad written and keep in mind that I LOST THE PLOT LINE SO MANY TIMES. 😭😭😭

[uwurakax]

˖ ˳·˖ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏, 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄! ᥫ᭡

-> 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈, 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 <-

✩ "these fatal fantasies giving way to laboured breath" ✩

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 finding an obscure otome game on the internet wasn't on your 2024 bingo card, but with only the cover art and no blurb, you decided to give it a shot. it looked promising enough at the start, and nothing could go wrong, right? ✩

★ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 various jojo's characters x f!reader (( jonathan x reader || dio x reader || joseph x reader || caesar x reader || jotaro x reader || kakyoin x reader || josuke x reader || rohan x reader || kira x reader || giorno x reader ))

★ 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 otome || university/college!au || isekai || alt!universe ||

★ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 prologue || one || tba

★ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ongoing!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 the manhwa title please. i'm so normal about these dudes it's not even funnyyy. new fandom unlocked? idk i've been wanting to post jojos for ages - also not limited to just the pairings, depending on how i feel, i might add more, but im feeling the challenge ~

-> will eventually be cross posting on ao3 here ✩

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝓎 ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

[inmyheaddd]

“I see you, Savannah Grayson, even in the dark.”

“and everything— every last damn thing— fell into place.”

“See you in the dark // All eyes on you, my magician”

“And all the pieces fall // Right into place”

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savannah & rohan - the grandest game ✪ so it goes… - taylor swift ⭑.ᐟ

[gojosatoruhumper]

Kinktober 2024 day 9

Rohan Kishibe x reader | praise kink

Prompt: Rohan invited bimbo reader to help him write his new style manga.

Warnings: praise kink, thigh riding, bimbo reader, squirting, blow job

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You and Rohan were always close due to your parent's always leaving you at his house, and when you grew a little older they left you two alone, without your babysitter. You never was the brightest, which at first pissed off Rohan a lot, but he got used to it after a while. He didn't quite have friends in school except you, and always stood up for you if you got picked on. As you got older you started becoming more attractive, wearing the shortest pink skirts with your makeup always done. When you would come over at Rohan's he would be catching sneak peeks of your pink thongs, asking to pick something up for him when in reality he was just taking advantage of you like that.

He never took an interest in other women, why would he? He had the girl that would do anything for him. He always gave you previews of his new mangas, you were his number one supporter.

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You woke up from your nap to a call, looking at the hello kitty clock on your night stand that read 9.24PM. The caller read ''Rohan♡'' which immediately woke you up. ''Hiii'' you say with a sleepy voice. ''Hello Y/N'' ''Can you come over? I'm drawing a new manga but I can't get the angles right, I need you to pose for me'' he said calmly. Which was weird, his drawings where always on point, drawn with such detail. But of course you didn't even bat an eye. ''Of course babe'' you say, already getting up from your bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready. You always called him babe, you liked the nickname. ''Be there at fifteen'' you say over the phone, hanging up.

You fixed up your makeup, picking out an outfit. You went with a pink mini skirt that matched your hello kitty crop-top. Along with that you put on some accessories, putting on your favourite heels. After looking at the mirror one last time you finally left your house to Rohan's which wasn't far away.

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You go inside without knocking, taking off your shoes and heading to Rohan's writing room. He was sitting in his chair, focused on the paper until he heard you come in, focus shifting to you. He had a noticeable bulge that of course went unnoticed by you. You walked over to him while he was sitting, hugging him with your tits in his face. ''Hiii'' you purr, sitting on the empty space on the table. Your skirt was so short that Rohan could see your lace thong. ''What are you drawing'' you ask cutely with your legs swinging.

''A new manga'' ''I'm trying a different style'' he said, relaxing more, man spreading his legs. ''Oooo'' you say interested.

''But I'm having a little trouble with the anatomy and angles'' he says resting his hands on the hand rests on the chair and looking up at you. ''Yeah? I can help with whatever'' you say excitedly. ''Good, I know I can count on you Y/n'' he said smirking. ''Can you get on the sofa for me?'' he asked. You quickly got up going to the small sofa he had in the room. ''What now'' you asked him. ''Take off your shirt Y/n'' he now half demanded, the boner getting even more hard then before. ''I need to see your full body for this'' he explained, not raising a concern for you,

You took off your crop top, throwing it at Rohan who was met with your sweet perfume that he loved. He placed it carefully on his lap. ''Now get on all fours'' he said again, looking carefully at you. ''Okay Rohan'' you immediately oblige, getting on your hands and knees. ''Perfect just like that'' he said turning to his paper, drawing you with no problem. He could've drew you like this from memory, he had your body imprinted in his mind.

He looked at you again, your tits sitting perfectly in your matching lace bra. He could cum only looking at you. ''Now arch your back a little'' he said, gripping his pencil. As you arched your back he could see your ass perfectly with the mirror he put beside the sofa, he planned this.

''Hm.'' he said to himself. ''Come here'' he said not turning away from the paper. You happily came over to him with a smile. ''Get on your knees'' he said to you. ''Okay'' you obliged once again. He stood up unbuckling his belt, taking his pants as well as his boxers off sitting down. You stared at him a little confused. ''Now suck my dick'' he said with a serious face. ''Hm..?' you hum at him ''I need the best and accurate angles Y/n, it's okay'' he explained. ''What if I do it wrong?' you questioned him, not wanting to ruin his manga.

You never sucked anyone off before, only a hand job for Rohan when you were curious and he was happy to teach you how it worked. You had a couple of boyfriends before, but they always ghosted you after telling Rohan about them. Which made you sad but of course Rohan was always there to comfort you.

''No you won't, I know you will do good, you can be a good girl for me right?'' he said looking down at you. ''Okay Rohan I trust you'' you looked up at him with puppy eyes, getting closer to his erect cock. ''Start with the tip'' he said starting to draw the scene on the paper. When your lips met his dick he couldn't help but moan. ''Take it all'' he said, one hand going down to grab your hair while he was drawing with the other.

You shoved his whole dick down your throat, tears swelling in your eyes. You didn't want to upset him so you didn't stop, waiting for him to continue telling you what to do. ''Now bop your head like this'' he started guiding your head on his dick, pace starting slow but increasing. He left go of your hair, hand going on the table, fist closed. ''Yeah just like that, you're such a good girl for me'' the praise made you aroused, a wet patch forming on your thong.

He couldn't miss this moment, drawing it quickly with much detail. With you looking up with your puppy eyes he couldn't last long. His hand's went to your hair, moving your face off his dick. His cum shot at your face and chest, drying. ''Did I do good?'' you asked him, making sure you satisfied him. ''Yes, perfect'' he looked over at the papers on the table. Something else was missing. And also he didn't want to leave you hanging like this. ''Get up here, sit on my lap'' he said patting his lap. You did as he asked, quickly sitting on him. ''Now hump my thigh'' he demanded.

You were good with humping. You spent countless nights humping your pillows, may or may not imagining it was Rohan most of the time.

You slowly started humping him until he spoke ''Faster Y/n''. You did as told, getting more friction, holding on to him for support. You started to moan loudly, closing your eyes. ''Be a good girl, look at me'' you opened your eyes, his meeting yours. Your face was stained with his bodily fluids. Tits bouncing covered in it also. He was drawing everything, not even breaking eye contact. ''R-rohan can I cum now?'' you asked nicely in between moans. ''Yeah, you were doing so good, how couldn't I let you?'' he replied, now looking at your tits. As he said that you squirted on him, staining your thong, his thighs and even his shirt he was wearing.

You giggled at him, pecking his lips. You loved giving him kisses - lips, cheeks anywhere. You did that in public too, often people getting confused about you two dating, Rohan's fangirls getting jealous of you.

''Wanna stay the night?' he asked you, one hand around your waist. ''Yeah of course, we can watch that movie I was talking about!!'' you said excitedly.

[avekgrambswritingblog]

Reconciling Attacks

Word count: 2.6k

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LYRA'S POV:

Lyra was tired —next-level tired. She hadn't slept properly since the game had started, and when shit hit the fan, her sleep schedule worsened even more. In the two weeks the game had been going on, many messed-up things had happened. Lyra wasn't sure how well she would do in the next phases of the contest.

After the escape room-and her kiss with Grayson-she had gone to sleep, replaying everything that had happened that night. Once sleep took over, the flashback turned into sleep paralysis, and since then, every night had become worse than the last.

The next few days had gone smoothly, with the players receiving subtle clues about the next phase and how it would be executed. Everyone was doing their own thing, mostly looking out for themselves. It was clear-Rohan and Savannah were allies— and it was also clear they were planning something, though Lyra wasn't sure what. Grayson didn't like their alliance, not because he considered them a threat, but because he didn't trust Rohan, not one bit.

The day before the second phase of the game, Rohan accused Lyra of attacking Savannah. He claimed he saw Lyra shove Savannah while aggressively asking her about the notes with her father's name.

It was Rohan and Savannah's word against hers. Grayson had blindly trusted Savannah, while his brothers and Avery seemed more hesitant to believe them. Ultimately, they decided there wasn't enough proof to take action against Lyra.

This led to a fight between Grayson and her, with her listing all the reasons why she would never-and couldn't-have done that.

This had happened over half a week ago. Lyra and Grayson hadn't spoken, and Rohan and Savannah pretended that nothing had happened. Fuckers.

The reality was that she was scared —scared because of the nightmares, scared about Miles End's future, and tired from not eating or sleeping properly, which was causing her some... physical difficulties, to say the least.

Right now, it's 2:45 AM. She had just woken up from sleep paralysis and had been silently crying for half an hour. Lyra decided she was done being scared —at least for the night.

She wanted to get out of bed for a while, breathe, and not feel trapped in the room or by the flashback.

She walked through the mansion until she came across a beautiful library and decided to sit on one of the fancy couches. This wasn't the same library where she had encountered the Hawthorne heiress, though. This one was a little smaller.

The library was beautiful, even with all the lights turned off.

The illumination from the large window was unmatched - thousands of books and gorgeous bookshelves illuminated by moonlight. Lyra was gripping the the hem of her sweatpants so tightly her knuckles were white. The room felt too small, the air too thick, as if the walls were closing in. She couldn't breathe. Her chest felt like it was being crushed under the weight of something she couldn't see, but it was there, pressing down on her with a force that didn't make sense. Her heart pounded in her ears, thumping so loud that she couldn't hear anything else.

Her vision blurred, and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze. The room was spinning—no, it was her-she was spinning. She gripped her knees and hugged them to her chest, curling into herself, but it didn't help. The suffocating panic wrapped itself around her, tightening its grip.

Calm down. Breathe. Just breathe.

She couldn't. Each breath felt shallow, desperate. Her chest seized again, and she gasped, trying to force air into her lungs.

But there wasn't enough. The more she tried to inhale, the more she felt herself sinking deeper into the panic, her thoughts spiraling in all directions.

Her hands were shaking. She tried to hold them still, pressing them to the cool fabric of her jeans, but that only made it worse. She couldn't escape it. Why couldn't she just breathe?

Her throat closed, and the tears came then, hot and unbidden.

She wiped them away, her hands trembling even more as she reached for her phone, but the screen seemed so far away. It was too much. The feeling, the pressure—it all felt so overwhelming. She felt alone, isolated in a way that made her stomach turn.

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GRAYSON'S POV:

Grayson was awake. He had been fully awake every night since the game began. His mind hadn't stopped once since the number eight appeared on the screen, and it had only intensified after the shocking revelation that his grandmother

—who was supposedly dead-had been alive for over a decade. But she wasn't the only one consuming his thoughts.

Lyra Kane had haunted his mind ever since he realized she was the mysterious phone girl who had called him a year and a half ago. He wasn't sure if the reason for his constant thoughts about her was his father, the fight, or... the kiss.

He kissed her, and it felt good. He hadn't felt this alive in a long time, and it left him craving more. But, of course, when everything was going well, shit had to hit the fan. Something had to ruin it, and Grayson ended up alone again. That's what happens when you trust someone blindly and let yourself get carried away.

Grayson never imagined Lyra would do something like that-be so aggressive with his sister. Then again, they hadn't known each other for long. He had trusted her, though. He'd never been so quick to warm up to someone, and he hadn't intended to. Something had drawn him to her, but he wasn't sure what. He'd felt attracted to her when he first saw her in the helicopter, but he'd thought it was just physical attraction.

Now, they hadn't spoken for over a week and a half. He was mad at her-but mostly at himself. He was also angry at Savannah for telling Avery and his brothers before even thinking about telling him. That also made him doubt if what Rohan and Savannah were claiming was true.

Lyra seemed as shocked as everyone about the accusation, and the way she had defended herself and stood her ground in front of everyone was too impressive to ignore. Either her lying skills were exceptional, or she was being falsely accused.

Their argument had taken place just after everyone had left.

She had tried to explain how it was impossible, insisting she was sleeping at the supposed time of the encounter-though she had no way of proving her statement.

Grayson thought of everything that could be done in this situation and the only thing that made sense was... talk.

Grayson talked to Savannah and Rohan when the situation had taken place but he hadn't really "talked" to Lyra more than the argument.

He knew he needed to get up and find her, and that's what he did. He was going to talk to her.

He looked everywhere for her, he went to her door and found it open. The bed was made and everything was perfectly in place, his brows furrowed at the sight.

What the hell? Why is the bed made?

Grayson hesitated, confusion bubbling up inside him. Lyra was meticulous about keeping her space clean, but this felt... off. She hadn't been in her room for a while. He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the neatness of the space before his gaze fell to the window. It was slightly ajar, and the cold air from outside slipped through, ruffling the curtains gently.

She wasn't here.

His heart skipped a beat. Panic started to creep up on him, but he forced himself to focus. She had to be somewhere in the mansion. He turned quickly and left the room, his feet moving faster than his mind could process. The familiar weight of guilt settled over him—he should've reached out to her earlier. Should've spoken to her. But no, he let the fight hang there like a cloud between them, too proud and too stubborn to break the silence.

His feet carried him down the long hallways, passing through empty rooms, his mind replaying their argument like an endless loop. The sound of her voice, the way she'd pleaded with him, trying to convince him that she hadn't done what Rohan and Savannah claimed. He had believed her, but something in his gut told him there was more to it. Something wasn't right.

He turned a corner and almost collided with a familiar figure—

Rohan.

"Have you seen Lyra?" Grayson asked, trying to keep his voice calm, but failing.

Rohan's expression was unreadable, but there was a smirk on his face-something sharp. "Why would I know where she is?" he replied, crossing his arms as if suddenly entertained.

Grayson ignored him and pushed past him, his frustration boiling over. "I can't find her."

"I'm not babysitting her," Rohan retorted lazily, clearly having a blast with this interaction. "Aren't you the one who needs to figure things out with her?" Rohan was trying to get to him.

Grayson didn't have the patience for a conversation v Rohan right now. He turned on his heel and kept walking.

Grayson hesitated before he pushed open the doors to the library. His heart was beating louder than he wanted to admit, the fear rising with every step he took through the dimly lit hallway. The mansion was eerily quiet at this hour-too quiet for his liking. His eyes scanned the space before him, looking for any sign of Lyra, his chest tightening when he didn't find her immediately. His pulse spiked again.

He turned the corner into the library, his gaze sweeping over the shelves of books, the soft moonlight filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the room. And then he saw her.

Lyra was sitting on one of the couches, curled up like she was trying to make herself as small as possible. Her knees were pulled to her chest, and her arms wrapped tightly around them, like she was holding herself together. Her face was buried in her arms, and the faint sound of her trembling breaths filled the space.

Grayson felt his chest tighten at the sight, a sharp ache spreading through him. His first instinct was to rush over to her, to comfort her, to do something, but he paused. There was something fragile about her right now, something that made him hesitate. His heart ached for her, but he didn't kno how to reach her in this moment.

He took a step forward, and the sound of his footfall seemed to snap her out of her world. Her head shot up, her wide, panicked eyes locking onto him. For a brief moment, she seemed frozen-her gaze wide and uncertain, her chest heaving with shallow, desperate breaths.

"Lyra?" His voice came out softer than he'd intended, caution and concern. His hands hovered by his sides, he should get closer or if she needed space.

She blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear her vision, and for a split second, he saw her flinch. His stomach sank.

"Grayson," she whispered, her voice strained, barely audible.

She wiped her eyes quickly with the back of her hand, but her tears wouldn't stop.

His gut clenched. The sight of her like this-so broken, so fragile-struck him harder than he expected. The silence between them felt like a heavy weight, like there was too much unsaid and yet nothing to say at all.

Without thinking, Grayson moved toward her. He knelt in front of her, careful not to invade her space too suddenly. His heart was racing as he watched her, trying to gauge if she was okay, if she needed him to touch her, to help her. He wasn't sure.

"Hey, hey, Lyra," he murmured gently, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look at me. You're okay. I'm here."

She shook her head in disbelief, like she couldn't quite process his words. Her body jerked slightly as another tremor ran through her, and he instinctively reached out, his hand brushing her arm. The touch was gentle, tentative, but it seemed to anchor her in some small way.

Her breath caught in her throat. "I-I can't breathe," she gasped, her voice tight with panic.

Grayson's heart skipped a beat at the raw desperation in her words. He sat down beside her, careful not to crowd her too much, and kept his hand near hers, as if offering her an anchor in this storm. "It's okay. Just breathe with me, okay? In and out. Slow. Deep breaths."

Her eyes darted to him, her panic-stricken face trying to focus on his words. She swallowed hard, nodding weakly, but her breaths remained shallow. Her body trembled violently, like the very air was suffocating her.

Grayson exhaled slowly, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "In through your nose," he whispered. "Nice and slow. Then out through your mouth. Like this. I'm with you. I'm right here."

She tried to follow his lead, but the breaths came out ragged and erratic, barely enough to calm her racing heart. She curled in tighter, her arms wrapping even more tightly around her knees. Grayson's heart ached seeing how small she seemed, how utterly lost in the storm of panic.

"Lyra, listen to me," he urged softly, his voice almost a plea.

"You're safe. I'm here. We'll get through this together."

Her body was still shaking uncontrollably, her hands pressed to her face as she wiped away her tears, but they came faster than she could stop them. Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, the weight of her anxiety pressing her further down.

Grayson's throat tightened, but he refused to pull away. He kept talking to her in the quietest voice he could manage, trying to ground her with each word. "It's okay. You're not alone. I'm right here, and you're gonna be okay. We re gonna breathe together."

Minutes passed-he wasn't sure how many, but each one felt like an eternity. He could feel her slowly coming back to herself, the shakes lessening, though the tension in her shoulders remained. Her breathing, though still shaky. started to slow to a more manageable pace, matchin deep inhales and exhales.

"Good," Grayson said softly, his hand brushing the back of her arm again, trying to reassure her. "That's it. Just breathe."

Lyra nodded, her eyes still wet with tears, but her body was starting to loosen up. The crushing weight of her panic had eased just enough for her to focus on his voice. Her gaze met his again, and this time it wasn't as frantic, not as lost.

"Thank you,"

she whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking with

emotion.

Grayson smiled gently, his heart still racing from the intensity of what he'd just witnessed. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "You're not alone. I'm here, okay?"

She nodded, her breath finally coming at a steady pace. "I-didn't think I could stop it," she admitted, her voice a raw confession. "It felt like I couldn't breathe... like I was drowning."

"I know," Grayson murmured, his voice gentle, and he shifted a little closer, wanting to offer her some comfort. "I'm glad you let me help you. You don't have to face this alone.'

Lyra shifted closer to him and buried her face in his chest, to what Grayson responded by caressing her hair while his arm held her in.

For a while, neither of them said anything else. They just sat there in the stillness, the only sound in the room their breathing, which had finally evened out. The quiet wasn't uncomfortable, though; it felt like a shared space, a moment where neither of them had to speak to understand.

Grayson stayed close to her, keeping the weight of his presence a gentle, steady reminder that she wasn’t alone. He didn’t know what the future held or what was going on inside of her, but in that moment, he knew one thing for sure: He wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.

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this turned out fine, i guess? idk ummm well i hope you enjoy it!! i wrote this during a math class after i took a test, so ignore anything cringe, bad written and keep in mind that I LOST THE PLOT LINE SO MANY TIMES. 😭😭😭

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Drawing by Rohan K. ★

Um desenho do meu personagem fav da part 4 de jjba,amo dms ele! //

A drawing of my favorite character from part 4 of jjba, I love him so much!

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Josuke Higashikata + Rohan Kishibe Graphics ★ NOT SHIP !

F2U with credit ! Like/Reblog if save/use ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚.ᯓ★ Strawpage/info Lazy and self indulgent edits for @hiddencircus’s event…My Jojo kin demons Day 2: your angle or yuor devil

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genre: daily texts | fluff

warnings: a couple of suggestive jokes.

requested: no :P just felt like it

notes: this is why i was over-obsessing with him, now i can MOVE ON

notes²: the tezuka award: awards new manga artists in the Story Manga category. (literally googled 'awards for mangakas' and this came up hehe)

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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Book Journal: Entry #1

TITLE: The Grandest Game

SERIES: The Inheritance Games

AUTHOR: Jennifer Lynn Barnes

PAGE COUNT: 366

THEME(S): Romance, Drama, Mystery

GOODREADS RATING: ★★★★☆

MY RATING: ★★★★☆

SPICE LEVEL: ■■■□□□□□□□(very slow burn)

DATE STARTED: i forgot lol

DATE FINISHED: January 6th, 2025

TRIGGER(S): kidnapping, suicide/death/shooting & guns/blood, claustrophobia

FAVORITES:

CHARACTER(S):

Lyra: I like that she feels like one of us, ya feel? She's got her flaws and things wrong with her, like the rest of us. She's got goals and ambitions, she wants to help her parents, she likes going to college, she runs from her pain (literally). Love her.

Rohan: I feel as though he was meant to come off as one of those rich boy asshole characters (if you're not really looking at him), but I really like that about him. Because he isn't just a rich boy asshole, he's got depth, there's things in that brain of his that make him more than that. He locks away his past in "the labyrinth" (as he calls it), and uses his strengths to his advantage. He's like that lone wolf bad boy character and I like that.

QUOTE(S):

"I spent my entire life being fine when I wasn't" - Lyra, PG. 220

"He was a person who kept his memories locked away in a labyrinth for a reason." - Rohan, PG. 258 (WHAT ARE YOU HIDING BRITISH BOY!?! I WANNA KNOW SO BAD)

"I see you, Savannah Grayson, even in the dark." - Rohan, PG. 306

"'Now draw your Hawthorne, the way I once drew mine.'" - Odette PG. 329 (GAH GRRRAH)

"'For reasons that have nothing to do with you, I was coming undone, and I do not do that . As a rule, when I can no longer deny that I am hurting, I push people away. I find a way to hurt more.'" - Grayson, PG. 361 (he's so real for that)

"'To prove you can... to prove that no matter how much you hurt, you'll survive.'" -Lyra, PG. 361

SCENE(S):

chapter 48. trigger warning for this one tho...

chapter 59. just... just all of that.

any puzzle solving scene (i like the way the characters think and solve puzzles)

chapter 74.

chapter 75.

pages 362 and 363 (SO GOOD)

THE EPILOGUE

NOTES:

If you are interested in reading this novel, I would recommend reading the first series attached to this. There is a lot of previous context missing if you hadn't read the first series. I hadn't read the first four book and I am very confused about everyone's relationship to each other, as they were established in the first series. As well as the context of the games itself and the established universe that already exists.

The lines crossing of each character's backstory intermingling with one another is utterly fascinating. It's a real brain twister if you try thinking about it. I personally love when books have characters who are seemingly unrelated on the surface but when you look deeper into who they are and where they come from and what there story is they are all intermingled. IT'S SO COOL!!!!

-C.E. Travis (he/him)

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(Last Updated - 2/7/24)

Key

H/Cs -> Headcanons

✿ -> Fluff

♡ -> Smut/NSFW

○ -> Angst

★ -> Sensitive Subjects/Potentially Triggering

Phantom Blood

Nothing …

Battle Tendency

↳ Joseph Joestar:

Little Sister Figure H/Cs ✿

↳ Caesar Zeppeli:

Shy Reader Headcannons ✿

Stardust Crusaders

Picks for Their Weddings’ First Dance H/Cs ✿

↳ Jotaro Kujo:

Fluff Alphabet ✿

Favorite Part of the Reader H/Cs ✿ ♡

↳ Noriaki Kakyoin:

Celebrating the Reader’s Birthday H/Cs ✿

Favorite Part of the Reader H/Cs ✿ ♡

You Gotta Buy Them a Rose… (H/Cs) ✿

First Love H/Cs ✿

Diamond is Unbreakable

Jealousy H/Cs ✿

↳ Josuke Higashikata:

Falling for a Hippie Reader H/Cs ✿ ★

First Christmas Together ✿

↳ Rohan Kishibe:

Falling for an Assistant Reader H/Cs ✿

Staying at His House for the First Time H/Cs ✿ ★

Golden Wind

Those Left Behind ✿ ○ ★

The Entire Group Having Feelings for the Reader H/Cs ✿

Your Relationship Tope H/Cs ✿

↳ Giorno Giovanna:

Got to Get You Into my Life ✿

How they Text the Reader H/Cs ✿

↳ Bruno Bucciarati:

How They Text the Reader H/Cs ✿

First Love H/Cs ✿

↳ Leone Abbacchio:

How They Text the Reader H/Cs ✿

↳ Guido Mista:

Walking in Space ✿ ♡ ★

How They Text the Reader H/Cs ✿

↳ Pannacotta Fugo:

First Love H/Cs ✿

How They Text the Reader H/Cs ✿

↳ Narancia Ghirga:

How They Text the Reader H/Cs ✿

↳ Trish Una:

Got to Get You Into my Life ✿

Stone Ocean

Nothing …

Steel Ball Run

↳ Johnny Joestar:

Why Don’t We do it in the Road? ✿ ♡

Falling for an Oblivious Reader H/Cs ✿

↳ Gyro Zeppeli:

Falling for an Oblivious Reader H/Cs ✿

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If you enjoy westerns, audiobooks, or just the sound of Roger's iconic voice, be sure to check out Max Brand's exciting western adventure!

"Way of the Lawless"

Author: Max Brand Narrated by: Roger Clark Run Time: 7 hours, 49 minutes Year Released: 2020

Listen to a sample of this audiobook! 👇

Overview:

Roger Clark (Arthur Morgan from Rockstar Games' Red Dead Redemption II), narrates Max Brand's thrilling western, Way of the Lawless.

"Young Andrew Lanning made one mistake. Now an outlaw on the run, he is pursued over the mountain desert by the ruthless Hal Dozier, hellbent on bringing him to justice. But is Andrew guilty of all that he is accused of? Not everyone is so sure."

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The aftermath.

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Grayson had kissed Lyra. He'd kissed her and it was everything, and then nothing. They'd pulled apart just before, Jameson Hawthorne, had stumbled upon them. He definitely didn't see anything but, that didn't mean that he didn't suspect something had happened. The kiss wasn't passionate enough to leave them flustered or out of breath, but Lyra's cheeks were burning up and they had separated almost instantly after they heard footsteps.

Currently, Jameson was staring them down, with a smirk on his face that was suggestive enough to make the situation even more awkward. "Well, what do we have going on here?," He directed that question to Grayson, who just narrowed his eyes, clearly tense, and then turned to Lyra. "Is the stick up his ass causing you trouble?" Lyra snorted and just shrugged.

"Nothing too serious, we were just talking." Lyra wasn't sure why she clarified because Jameson didn't ask for an explanation, yet.

Jameson just nodded, clearly not buying it, and then just said, "Well, tomorrow the second phase starts at 7:00 am. You all have a clock in your nightstand, it doesn't need to be set." He stops and then resumes," Make sure you dress up in light clothes," He looked towards Grayson and looked him up and down, Grayson just huffed. "Tomorrows temperature is pretty low so make sure you're covered, as well."

Jameson stayed there looking them both. He probably just stayed there for a minute, looking back and forth between them, until Lyra decided that it was enough. "Okay, what the fuck you looking at?" Lyra asked, "Not to be rude of course." She said sarcastically. "It's just weird, y'know?" She asked obviously not expecting an answer.

Jameson chuckled and Grayson looked the other way, trying not to laugh. "Ahh, see how it is," Jameson replied. "I'll leave you two.. to whatever you were doing." He turned around and started walking before yelling, "Noli ab ea fugere."

Lyra obviously didn't understand but didn't have the energy to even ask, once Jameson was out of sight, Grayson turned to her. "He's an idiot," Lyra looked up at him, "Ignore him. It's good for the soul."

Lyra smiled and said, "Could say the same thing about you, asshole." She flipped her hair out of her shoulder, and saw him raise a brow at her retort. "What? Touched a nerve?" She bit her lip, trying to fight the laugh threatening to come out. Grayson looked away and smiled slightly.

"You didn't attend dinner. Where were you?" Grayson asked suddenly. "Are you feeling fine?"

Lyra looked away and answered, "I was trying to process everything. I didn't really have an appetite to eat or.. talk?" She looked away, "Not to be rude, but the only time I talked to Rohan and Savannah I lost half my energy." I bit my lip to restrain myself of saying anything else. I looked at Grayson to see his reaction. He chuckled lowly. "Well, they are a tense combination," Grayson physically cringed at that last word. "He's so..." He didn't seem to know how to describe Rohan, but Lyra had some creative words.

"Annoying?, know it-all?, excruciatingly opposed to the idea of getting to know people by talking and not just stating facts about them?," She stopped to caught her breath. "You're this, You're that, You're feeling this.."

Grayson was looking at Lyra, smiling slightly, but it was there. He shakes his head. "I think you talked more in ten seconds, than what you talked for the last twelve hours." Lyra's cheeks reddened at that. She never talked much, not even before remembering her father's death. Why was she suddenly talking a lot.. and why with Grayson? "Sorry," She says looking down ashamed of her sudden extroversion. "I don't know what got into me."

Grayson lifts her chin with his thumb. "Nothing to apologize for." He says as he looks at Lyra's face, staring at her like he just noticed her eyes are there. He snaps out of it and suddenly stops touching her and takes a step back. She doesn't know why, that hurts. He touched her, a lot, in the last twelve hours. Why was he suddenly stepping away from her, keeping her at arm's length?

Grayson speaks, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Let's go back to the house. You need to rest." There he was ordering her around after shutting her out. She was mad, he had just kissed her and there he was, telling her what she "needed".

Lyra scoffs, walking away. "Yeah, I need it.." Grayson's brows furrowed. "What are you waiting for?" She turns around looking at him, expecting him to move.

"Why are you mad?" He asks putting a hand in his pocket, waiting for her explanation.

"Why do you think I'm mad?" She says crossing her arms over her chest. Looking up at him as if she wasn't significantly shorter. She wasn't short but tall wasn't an accurate description for her height. "What gave you that impression, Hawthorne boy?"

"You did that pissed of whirl that you tend to do when something annoys you or when your mad." He says looking down at her. "You crossed your arms right after tilting your head, and your hands are going to be on tour hips in just a few seconds."

She looks at him not knowing what to say at his description, or descriptions, of her mannersims. "How..? Why do you..?" She opens her mouth to talk and her hands go to her hips exactly like Grayson predicted.

"See?" He says signaling to her hands on her hips. She wants so bad to be mad at him, but she can't. "Whatever.."

Grayson looks at her taking a step forward. "Why were you mad?" The sudden closeness makes Lyra be hyper aware of every inch of her body. "I'm just tired." She says, knowing that Grayson doesn't buy it.

Grayson's brows furrow but he takes another step towards her, nodding with his head for Lyra to follow. She hesitates but finally gives in.

I'm doing it because I'm tired, not because of his bossy attitude.

They start walking together, a comfortable silence sitting between them. Until, obviously, Grayson breaks the peace.

"What do you think we'll have to do for phase 2?" Grayson looks to her, walking closer. That damn word again "we".

Lyra exhaled, watching her breath curl in the cold air. “Jameson said to wear light clothes, but then told you to cover up. He’s messing with us.”

Grayson hummed in agreement. “He always does.”

They walked side by side, the quiet of the estate grounds stretching between them. The tension from before—Grayson’s sudden distance, Lyra’s frustration—lingered like a ghost. Neither of them acknowledged it. Maybe they weren’t ready to.

“I don’t like the word ‘phase,’” Lyra admitted after a moment.

Grayson glanced at her. “Because it implies there’s more after?”

She nodded. “It means this isn’t just a one-time thing. It means this game isn’t over.” She said thinking about her father. The man who has been causing her so much sadness and stress for over three years. That game wasn't over.

Grayson looked ahead, his jaw tightening. “It never is.” Their minds working in tandem, Grayson knew she was thinking about her father. She could feel it.

That, she realized, was the fundamental truth of being in the Hawthorne orbit. There was always another puzzle, another challenge, another thing demanding to be solved. And yet, she didn’t hate it. Maybe that was the real problem.

They reached the house, stepping into the grand hallway where the warmth of the fireplaces barely touched the chill in their skin. Lyra hesitated at the staircase.

Grayson noticed. “You’re not thinking about tomorrow, are you?”

Lyra smirked. “What do you want from me?”

“I know you're thinking about your father,” he said simply. "Am I wrong?"

She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, she took a step closer, tilting her head up at him. “And what about you, Grayson Hawthorne? You always play by the rules, but you kissed me. That wasn’t very strategic. You definitely didn't think about the aftermath”

He didn’t react right away. For a second, she thought she had caught him off guard. But then he took a breath, controlled and deliberate, and stepped back just enough that the space between them felt larger than it was.

“It was a mistake,” he said quietly.

The words hit harder than she expected. Lyra didn’t know why she had expected anything else.

She forced a neutral expression, nodding. “Good to know.”

Grayson’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to take the words back, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t.

Lyra turned away first. “Good night, Hawthorne boy.”

She climbed the stairs without looking back.

She wouldn’t run away from him.

But she wouldn’t wait for him, either.

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hiii, i wrote this in the middle of class, so if there's any mistakes grammatical or vocabulary wise. please tell me!! and also please keep in mind my first language is spanish so the grammar is different🫶🏻🫶🏻

[ocean-man83]

★ Ocean ★ any pronouns ★ 23 ★ gay aegoace ★

★ i like sdc and diu a normal amount (lying) ★ may write on here someday...maybe ★ selfships with jean pierre polnareff (nonsharing) ★ proship, kink, nsfw dni ★ fav ships below the cut

My main ships:

jonathon x erina x speedwagon caesar x joseph x suzi q polnareff x hol horse dio x vanilla ice oingo x rubber soul mariah x midler kakyoin x jotaro x rohan josuke x okuyasu yukako x koichi kira x shinobu bruno x leone fugo x narancia secco x cioccolata diavolo x doppio anasui x jolyne x ermes x ff x weather report gyro x johnny diego x hot pants