#the hawthorne brothers

[ratadediamante]

[averygrambsbankaccount]

Can you write a lyrason fic,they in the grayson's birthday please.

yes sure! I decided to combine this request with this one and also change it a bit (oops!)

(yes I know I did spin the bottle instead of drink or dare) (im sorry that it’s bad)

spin the bottle!

Lyra and Grayson weren’t exactly dating, at least not in a way that the definition of the word dating covered. They tiptoed around each-other, sneaking longing glances, and maybe one or two more stolen kisses. Or three.

If Lyra was honest, she’s a bit tired of the game. Maybe she does just want Grayson, the arrogant asshole he is, to be her actual…boyfriend.

Grayson’s birthday party wasn’t planned by him, which was obvious if you’d ever met him. His hatred of people would have never allowed something like this. Clearly, his brothers had planned this as some kind of cruel joke on him, and now he had to stand there like a puppet in his thousand dollar suit and greet everyone they invited to the party.

Honestly, Lyra was pretty happy about her invitation. The party was actually fun. She’d never been to a rich person party before, and it was certainly something else.

Maybe the most fun part, though, was watching Grayson stand there uncomfortably, his strong shoulders stiff and his back as straight as a ruler. He greeted the weird rich people who walked past him into the surrounding area, full of fairy lights and tables and food. Whoever had designed this backyard pool type party was a genius.

Lyra sat at a table by herself, sipping some weird rich people drink she assumed had alcohol in it but wasn’t entirely sure about, and she watched the blonde Hawthorne pretend to be a people person.

It’s funny how he tries to hide his awkwardness, she thought.

Someone slid into the seat across from her, and it was none other than the Hawthorne heiress, holding a champagne flute. Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and she looked dazzling as ever.

“You should go over and talk to him, you know,” Avery said, looking down into the depths of her drink.

“And why would I do that?” Lyra crossed her arms and leaned back in the cushioned outdoor chair. Man, these things are comfortable.

“Because you like him. And he likes you. And this forced birthday party is a really good chance to make him less uptight.” The heiress took a sip of her champagne and wiggled her manicured eyebrows.

“No way,” Lyra picked at her nails. “…Do you really think so?”

It was no secret that Avery and Jameson and most other Hawthornes and Hawthorne adjacents shipped Grayson and Lyra, but Lyra wanted to hear confirmation from the girl sitting beside her.

“Totally!” Avery leaned forward. “Do you see the way he looks at you?”

Lyra bites her lip. “Yeah.” She says, but quiet enough that it’s possible Avery didn’t hear.

“Just…give it a shot, Lyra.” Avery stands and walk back towards Jameson, who’s talking to Xander by the pool.

Lyra takes a deep breath and one more drink of her maybe alcoholic drink and stands to walk towards the stoic blonde.

I can do this. I can do this. Lyra played encouraging messages on a loop in her brain.

“Grayson.”

“Lyra.” He turned to her, the barest of smiles on the corners of his lips, but that was often the best you could get out of Grayson Hawthorne.

“I-“ Lyra cut herself off, realizing she didn’t actually know what she was going to ask.

Her eyes scanned the area around them, landing on a group of younger attendees playing spin the bottle on the grass. Lyra wasn’t a particularly crazy party type person, but she did enjoy taking risks from time to time.

A smirk appeared on her face. “Come here, Grayson.” She grabbed his arm and led him over the group.

“Could we join, please?”

“Yeah, sure!” A girl in beautiful designer gown that was definitely getting grass stains at the moment said without looking up. When she did, she seemed absolutely shocked at the man standing with Lyra. “And…him, too?”

Lyra couldn’t blame her; no one would expect Grayson Hawthorne to play spin the bottle.

“No, no.” Grayson backed away shaking his head. “Sorry. There must have been a misunderstanding.” He gave Lyra a glare.

“Sorry, he’s shy.” Lyra smiled sweetly at them, then turned to Grayson.

“Could you please, please, please, please play?” She put her best puppy dog eyes, the ones she had only ever used on her mom for extra dessert. “For me?”

She didn’t give him a choice or a chance to respond. She simply dragged him to the ground beside her, in the empty space left in the circle and said “We’re playing.”

If Lyra could have taken a picture of Grayson’s surprised face in that moment, she would’ve framed it and hung it on her wall.

She gripped onto his hand as tight as she could, her knuckles going white. She would not back down, she’s gone too far. If she doesn’t commit, she’ll be just as much of a coward as she was before Avery convinced her.

Grayson kept trying to pull away, but she refused to give in.

The bottle was spun in the middle of the big circle. It landed on two random people, two more random people, and then…Lyra.

Her breathing sped up. I did not think this through, did I?

This might be the day Lyra becomes a devout worshipper, because only God could have given her the luck it required to have the bottle spun again and land on the man beside her; Grayson Fucking Hawthorne.

Lyra didn’t want to waste time, but she did stall a bit while turning to him. Even though they had kissed before, she was still inexplicably scared. 

Her courage came in remembering Avery’s words. She liked him and he liked her, and she could make this mean something.

She grabbed his face and kissed him to the sounds of the group cheering them on. He was silent before, but his lips were anything but. Grayson kissed her back fiercely. He kissed her like no one else was there.

When Lyra pulled back, she giggled, and she looked over to see Grayson having that familiar almost-smile on his face.

“Birthday boy!” The boy sitting beside Grayson clapped on the back and laughed. “Nice, man!”

Grayson didn’t respond to him or any of the others in the group cheering on his sudden break of character, instead just looking intensely at Lyra. All these people here knew him as the stoic business man who takes himself too seriously. So to see Grayson Hawthorne make out with a girl? In front of a crowd?

Well that’s a once in a lifetime chance. That’s something.

And when Lyra led him away and they went behind a wall and kissed again she knew it was something. When they kissed for so long they forgot where they were and her head was spinning and people were looking for Grayson to sing happy birthday, she knew it was something. When Grayson walked out with her, holding her hand and not even telling her to fix her smudged lipstick, she knew it was something.

[hearthown]

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? (HAWTHORNE EDITION)

So I leap from the gallows - Jameson

And I levitate down your street - Xander

Crash the party like a record scratch - Max

As I scream - Libby

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME? - Avery

You should be - Grayson

I was tame, I was gentle - Rebecca

'Til the circus life made me mean - Thea

Don't you worry, folks - Nash

We took out all her teeth - Tobias???

(I MEAN Tobias did kind of take out all their teeth by making his grandsons feel inferior about their abilities 😭)

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME???

YOU SHOULD BE.

[moonchild311]

I need more thea calligaris/Rebecca Laughlin and max/Xander fics

[kaffeeine]

Hey and what if I said this was Jameson and grayson in high school what then

[f4iry-bell]

you guys wish you were me

we email 💕

[jkriordanverse]

I feel like Nash is like...a lego man. like you take the hat off and there's nothing there. Like its just him...and his forehead....

in addition to @clarissaweasley-10 's nash is balding joke bbg we love u

[readingabookmostofthetimes]

I hope Eve would not inherit the money from Vincent Blake

[thesongofsoleil]

Games Untold Barnes and Noble Exclusive Bonus Content

[reyreadersblog]

Holy fuck.

This is even more beautiful than fairyloot additions of tig.

[averygrambsbankaccount]

hiii!!☺️

can you write a fic where grayson feels unwell during a game and then his brothers take care of him?

yes!!! I’m not sure if this is what you meant by a game, but once I got the idea I fell in love with it. sorry if it’s not exactly what you requested, I went kinda wild with this one! also very dialogue heavy for whatever reason, don’t know why that happened 😭

saturday morning game (gone wrong!?)

Saturday morning was very important to all of the Hawthorne brothers. Well, maybe less important to Nash now, but to the three younger brothers, it was a serious competition.

Today was like any other Saturday at Hawthorne House; their grandfather called them in to his study and gave them a game. 

Today, they were given 4 things: 2 dice, 1 spoon, and a necklace.

Through much trial and error, the brothers had arrived at a conclusion; the dice were weighted, and the number they always added up to was 5. 

They had tried 5 steps, five floorboards, five feet, five centimetres. Now they realized it was five windows.

After finding the fifth fathered window from them, they deduced they must pry it open using the spoon, which Jameson was currently working on.

“Ugh!” He pushed harder. “This stupid window won’t budge!”

“Don’t break the spoon,” Nash snorted.

“Are you sure you’re using that the right way?“ Xander commented, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“What other way would I do it?”

“Here, let me try.” Grayson moved forward. He reached for the spoon in Jameson’s hands moments before disaster.

A small shriek escaped his mouth as he tripped over Xander’s foot, though he would never admit later how startled he was. He landed on the ground with a thump, head first.

Jameson winced. “Uh, you good?”

“Sorry, Gray.” Xander crouched down beside him. “Umm, Gray?”

Grayson’s eyes were closed, and he was unnaturally still, even by Grayson standards.

“Oh my god, I killed him!” Xander squeaked.

“You didn’t kill him, Xan.” Nash reached down and poked Grayson. “Get up, Gray.”

Grayson awoke with a start, looking around at his brothers. “Did I..pass out?”

Xander sighed in relief. “Thank goodness you’re alive. I could not live with that guilt.”

“I’m fine,” He put a hand to his hand and started to stand, before promptly falling back down.

Nash winced. “Maybe not, Gray.”

Grayson groaned internally. He could not be hurt right now. It was just a stupid head injury, he didn’t even hit the ground that hard! His violin performance was tomorrow, and he couldn’t miss it just because of his own stupidity. Their grandfather would never forgive him.

Nash put his arm under Grayson’s shoulder and hauled him up like deadweight. Grayson had to lean on him heavily to be able to stand at all, and Xander and Jameson went over to help support him, Jameson pocketing the spoon.

They led him to his room which was, luckily, very close. Grayson sat himself down on his bed with the help of his brothers, his head spinning like a merry go round and his vision blurring.

“Do you think he has a concussion?” Xander put his hands on his knees and looked at Grayson’s face that was screwed up in pain.

“Oh, he’ll be fine. I’ve had plenty of concussions.” Jameson patted the injured boy’s shoulder.

Nash disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a cold cloth. “Maybe it’s not a concussion…hopefully. Let’s try this first, Gray.” He placed the cloth on his forehead.

“Sorry, Grayson!” Xander sat down beside him and put his arm around his shoulder. “But it’s not my fault my legs are so long! I can barely keep them in control!”

“It’s fine, Xan. I just need to be up for my violin performance tomorrow.” Grayson pressed on the cold compress resting on his forehead. “I’m probably fine by now.” He tried to get up from his bed.

“Not if you have a concussion,” Nash pushed him down by his shoulders. “You have to rest.”

“I don’t have a concussion! It was just a light bump.”

Jameson sat on a rolling chair, fiddling with trinkets on Grayson’s desk. “Actually, it sounded like a pretty hard bump. Ha! You should have heard it.”

Nash gave him a You’re not helping look, but Jameson seemed pretty content with himself.

“Don’t touch all my stuff!” Grayson scolded him.

“Come and stop me,” Jameson stuck his tongue out. “Betcha can’t, you’re concussed!”

Xander was being naturally quiet, staring at Grayson thoughtfully. He stood up from the bed and tilted his head, looking deep in thought. “Hm..” He murmured to himself.

“Spit it out, Xan,” Nash looked at him bluntly.

“I was just thinking…maybe we’re supposed to use the spoon to pry the window open. Maybe we use the other end of it to pick the window lock!”

“So you were thinking about that instead of your injured brother?” Jameson tossed a pen up in the air and caught it again.

“Yes! But I will think about Grayson now and say that he probably should rest.” Xander cheerfully skipped over and closed the window curtains.

“We have to finish the game, I can’t rest. I’ll do that later. Here give me the spoon and I’ll try the window again.” The blonde haired brother was reluctant to let himself have any extra moments of relaxation. 

“No, we’ll finish the game. Xander’s right; you need to rest. You can still go to your violin performance tomorrow, just try resting now.”

Grayson was also reluctant to let anyone do something for him, even if it was his own brothers. But, they didn’t give him much of a choice.

“Just sleep, Grayson, for goodness sake,” Jameson shut off the lights and came over to push him down in the bed. “Want me to tuck you in?” He moved the blankets over his brother.

“I’m ok,” Grayson rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll sleep. But wake me up if you guys need help or anything, and I’m only going to sleep for half an hour!” 

“Sure, buddy!” Jameson left the room while his other two brothers wished him a good nap and left too, closing the door behind him.

Although Grayson wanted to stay up and help his brothers, he found that once he closed his eyes, he was out faster than when he fainted.

Grayson woke up to Xander’s deep brown eyes staring into his piercing blue ones. “Morning, my injured brother!” Xander said joyfully.

“Morning? I…” Grayson trailed off as he looked at the clock on his bedside table. 7:32.

“I slept through the whole day?” 

“And night! Guess you really were tired!” 

Grayson sat up to see his two other brothers standing in his room too. 

“You feeling better, bud?” Nash walked closer to him.

“Yeah,” Grayson nodded. “I think I’m okay.”

Jameson clapped his hands together. “Good! Just to inform you, Gray, we finished the game, and honestly, Grandfather didn’t even seem that mad at you.”

“That’s..that’s good.” Grayson nodded, standing up from his bed. He could feel that his light hair was a mess.

“See what happens when you listen to us?” His eldest brother looked smug. 

“See what could happen if you listen to me? I don’t even have a concussion, as I told you the whole time.”

Jameson looked at his forehead and suddenly started to laugh loudly, throwing his head back in pure amusement. “Well, you may not have a concussion, but you sure got a big bump on your head!” 

Jameson continued to laugh, and Xander joined in. Even Nash let out a snort of mirth.

“You look like a unicorn!”

[reminiscentreader]

OMG GLORIOUS RIVALS COVER AHHH WE NEED TO START ANANLYZIGGG

[mialicassi]

ugh i love how they just adopted avery to the family like 😭😭😭💗💗💗

[kaffeeine]

𝙷𝚎𝚢𝚢𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜

𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 😔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘?

[f4iry-bell]

i posted this when i had less followers, posting again cuz well I have more now!

my tig trailler.

[smoothlui]

Jameson about Gray