Mystery Girl's Red String

Tasked with dealing with a dead billionaire's bs. Holding the Hawthorne brothers together by a thread. Obsessed with a green-eyed risk taker.

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You don't have to if you don't want to but could you describe in detail what you wish the girls wore for the masquerade ball

i think what was written canonically already sounded like really nice masquerade costumes so I personally haven't imagined anything past what was mentioned. All of the gowns sounded really unique and suited towards the characters.

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You know, if Skye wasn't the psycho we know her to be, I genuinely believe that in another life she would be someone like Regina George's mother. A bit ditzy (behavior-wise) but not in the general scheme of things as she is a Hawthorne and intelligence runs in her veins, well meaning but still has an obsession with astrology especially in regards towards her sons' futures, very supportive although clueless in some areas, and a good mom with some occasional questionable parenting skills.

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thoughts on javery?

Can you elaborate on what you would want to me share regarding thoughts on them? I can tell you they are my favorite couple but that lately I haven't exactly been vibing with what JLB has written for them in the last few books.

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Headcanon for how the Hawthorne brothers chose their alerting song for Secret Santa: Nan got caught in a particularly well hidden trap one time when the boys were younger and she was pretty annoyed. During the time, in all irony, music from a nearby radio was tuned into a station and playing Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. She threatened to tell their grandfather so that he'd cancel all future Secret Santa events and all the boys were afraid she would really do that. So they did everything they could to help her or do something nice for her but really she was just joking and was really happy to have the boys spend more time with her.

[elishamanning]

“everything is becoming so americanized” meanwhile everything is actually still primarily catering to europeans

[atlasandrhodes]

Jack & Lula.

  Cupcakes.

[seraphstars]

need that clip in HD of jack looking at lula while she takes off his cuffs and he says “hi lula” GODDDDDDD the edits im gonna make when i find it in hd

[forestdreammies]

yes because that man was yearning for her so bad in that clip and they both looked so good i need it badly especially for edits

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TIG Drabble #1-Hannah

As she watched her breathing even out and felt the grip on her hand grow lax, she leaned down, softly brushing hair away with a light touch and pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead. Then, sitting up, for a second more she remained seated, sighing tiredly, before getting up and heading for the kitchen.

There were still chores to finish up even with her little one tucked away. Unwashed dishes and leftover dinner that needed to be packed away for tomorrow. After all, every bit counted nowadays. And if she had to, she would give extras to her little girl, just so she would thrive even with the little they had.

Once she reached the door, Hannah stopped and turned, one more time taking in Avery. She was asleep. She was safe. She was perfect. That's all that mattered. But cruel was fate to remind her of him. She still thought of him every time she looked at her daughter, even though she wasn't his there were many things that reminded her of her lost love; her quirks and especially her intelligence-the resemblance was uncanny. How ironic. Sometimes she let herself believe that she was his and not Ricky's but she never admitted it out loud. But she would tonight.

Into the quiet of the room, she whispered, "Sometimes, I wish she was your daughter." She pretended he heard. Another night it would break her heart, but this time it was enough. Oh to lie to oneself. What a luxury.

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So, somebody is finally doing the work to give this fandom the fan art it has been lacking. Lookie what Pinterest put up today:

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GUYS

WHAT IF THE THIRD WOMAN IS EVE'S MOTHER???????????? That's one of the only people we still don't have much context about aside from her getting involved with Toby at some point in the summer BEFORE the Hawthorne Island fire and meeting Hannah. Assuming that the woman who reminded Jameson of his aunt is also around Zara's age, this could indicate the potential age range of Eve, Mellie, and Eli's mother to be mid to late twenties or early thirties back when she hooked up with 19 year old Toby (messed up af but I guess the guy was into older women, I mean, even Hannah was a year older than him). Depending on that factor, if we find anything out more before the final reveal in The Gilded Blade, this may be yet another mysterious off screen figure which we might need more context about to get the final mystery woman unveiled. I still think Kaylie or Hannah are more plausible but this is just something that popped into my head since JLB seems to really like having as many links, be they close to the main cast or not. Idk anymore. I'm tired. That is like the last theory my mind may have had strength to come up for this series finale twist.

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Ok guys, I thought about it and I got it; the perfect Savannah edit y'all editors need to make. Use the "He's a good man, Savannah." audio to refer to her ex and then transition into the "I'mma fight a man" from Breaking Dishes by Rihanna with the text Savannah: "..." and show pics with her and Rohan. Please get on this.

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Petition for Savannah and Rohan to have a "We can't do this." "Why not?" kissy kiss moment in a secret hallway in TGG.

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Just an FYI to y’all reblogging me now, I do have a fic out based on that prompt since last year. It’s called Whispered Protests if you’re interested.

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💬 14  🔁 1  ❤️ 42 · Whispered Protests · ROHAN "-sure it's this way? I thought we were supposed to take the left turn before." "Leave it al

[elif-in-wonderland]

Happy birthday, Grayson Hawthorne and Maxon Schreave! My favourite male characters to exist!!!

[thechildofshadows]

If yes is no and once is never, then how many sides does a triangle have?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMESON HAWTHORNE!

[hathorneheiress]

Kiss me on the dancefloor

Grayson x Lyra.

Synopsis: After winning the game Grayson and Lyra share a private moment together. Will it be their last?

Savannah had won the game. Avery was missing. Jameson had blamed Grayson and Lyra for everything. In Lyra's mind, this was the worst thing that could happen. Sure, she knew she wasn't guaranteed to win the game, but everything else? That she DIDN'T account for.

She had been alone in her room getting ready to pack when she heard a knock. Opening the door, she found a single envelope: crisp white. It smelled like fallen leaves and ceder.

Grayson.

With nothing but her name perfectly scrawled on the front, she opened it.

"Meet me in the ballroom. Quarter past 10. Wear your best dress."

Nothing else.

Part of her wanted to ignore the note and leave. Never to return. But as she thought about it, the more she realized how badly she wanted to see Grayson one more time. To feel him brush her hair from her face and kiss her like it was their last.

Only this time it was.

She had lost. It was what it was. There was nothing left for her to do but go back home. She's lost Miles end. She had failed. But blaming herself for something she couldn't control wasn't going to help either.

Achingly, she pulled the Sunset orange dress on one more time. Laced the oh so comfortable ballet flats one more time. Put on the bejeweled mask on one more time. For one more time she'd pretend she was living the fairytale every girl imagined.

Except hers wasn't getting a happy ending.

At exactly 10:12 she left her room, locking it behind her. Her feet glided lightly over the richly carpeted halls. No one was around. Just her.

She reached the ballroom at the scheduled time.

Everything was as she remembered it only a few days before. The crystal chandeliers, high wooden walls with decorative paintings. Polished floors that stretched hundreds of feet, with floor to ceiling all glass windows overlooking the ocean. But most importantly was Grayson Hawthorne standing in the middle of the ballroom.

He was wearing the same black suit he had worn the first time she had danced with him. When he was still the arrogant, above it all, Asshole of a Hawthorne. That was before she had gotten to know him. And found out behind that well-worn mask was a young man hurting just as much as she was. Someone who wanted to be loved and love just like she did. Someone who wore his heart on his sleeve and was willing to jump a cliff to save her.

He turned and she stopped. Blue, almost gray eyes locked on to her amber ones.

"You came." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Like Grayson was sure, like he was all the damn time.

"You think I wasn't" Lyra said it like challenge.

"Of course not." Damn, that voice. So smooth and confident.

He reached out his hand. "May I?" Grayson and his May I's.

She bowed her head. "You may." At the same moment she took his hand was the moment the lights dimmed. As if Grayson Hawthorne had commanded them himself.

He probably did.

Gigantic curtains slowly closed over the glass windows as soft music began to play. It was just them. No one else.

Grayson slowly pulled her in. Their legs became angled just right as he extended his left hand with hers. Except hers wouldn't reach all the way. Her fingers barely reached his wide wrist. Grayson noticed this as slowly dialed his arm back till his and her fingertips were touching.

"Better?" He whispered.

"Yes." she breathed.

Without hesitation, he began a slow waltz.

Legs never stepped out of rhythm as they slowly circled the room. Once. twice. Now a third.

Lyra never wanted it to end. Both their heads were touching. She could feel his breath on her skin: of fresh mint and parsley.

She had to tell him. That this was it. No more pretend or wishing for something that will never happen. But she couldn't. All she wanted was to keep dancing till her legs gave out and Grayson had to carry back to her room. Then she'd have an excuse to stay.

Grayson seemed to notice her distress. "Lyra. Lierra Are you alright?"

"Of course." She lied. "Why wouldn't I be?" But her tone betrayed her. It cracked as her lips slowly trembled. A silent tear rolled down her cheek.

Grayson immediately stopped with the slow dancing. He cupped his hands under her chin as he gently wiped the tear with thumb. "Lyra. Sweetheart. You are not alright."

Lyra couldn't deny it. The harder she tried the more the tears fell. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with him. She wasn't supposed to be the feelings she was now. Sadness. Anger. Longing.

"Grayson." She choaked. "I..I have to tell you something."

He looked at her and looking away from his piercing glaze was nearly impossible. How could he look so sad yet concerned at the same time?

"I'm leaving. Back to Miles End." She paused and gave a shaky breath. "And I'm not coming back."

"Lyra.."

"No. Please let me finish." If she stopped, he might damn well convince her stay. "I have to go home. I lost, and that's ok. But I can't stay. Avery is missing and you heard Jameson; he wants nothing to do with me. Leaving will be the best for all of us."

"Lyra, no." Grayson's voice sounded so disparate. "Whatever Jameson said I know he didn't mean it. I know him, He says things he doesn't mean."

"But he did." Lyra said. No matter what Grayson said, she knew Jameson meant every word he said. "Gray, I have to go. The game is done, and everyone has to go back to where they belong. And I belong at Miles End." No more living the fairytale life.

Grayson said nothing but his face said everything. He looked so confused and heartbroken she wanted to cry just for him. "I don't understand." He whispered.

"I know you don't. I'm not asking you to. But I have to go and I'm asking you not stop me."

She knew he so badly wanted to, but he didn't. Before she left there was no more thing she had to do. "Gray?"

"Yes sweetheart." So broken and raw.

"Kiss me?" Her voice broke as she began to sob. "One more time please kiss me."

He obliged, and it wasn't anything less than heartbreaking. They kissed like there was no tomorrow. Crushing, biting, smooching, and everything else. Tears were falling fast, and it wasn't just Lyra's. Grayson shed tears and that made Lyra cry harder. They grappled each other's shoulders, never wishing to let go.

For several minutes that is how they stayed. Lyra pulled back.

"I...I have to go now." She sobbed.

"Please don't go." Grayson Hawthorne never begged, but here he was.

She shook her head.

"Then let me give you something before you go." With silent tears still sliding down his face, Grayson shed his suit coat. "I know you'll get cold sometime."

She laughed through her tears. Remembering the time she refused his coat when she was cold but was to stubborn to admit it.

Looking into his piercing gray eyes one more time she whispered. "Bye Asshole." She walked away crying. Never looking back.

Hey, I hope you all like this story I made. If any of you have heard the song "Secret love song" This is loosely based on it. I may have cried while making this.

Enjoy!

Tagging a few people who might like this.

@lyrakanefanatic @elif-in-wonderland @reminiscentreader @no1lyrakanedefender @herondalesbooklover @darlingletters @saythewordheiress

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Uncle Grayson with one of the twins.

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Exposed

Pairing: N/A Summary: Grayson gets to enjoy a late start for once with his best girl, Tiramisu. Unfortunately, someone decides to spoil that dreamless sleep and expose his closely guarded secret. Puppy cuddles are therapeutic for the soul. Sue him. Length: Moderate Story Type: One Shot

A/N: Hey guys, sorry this is a bit late but this is my dedication to Grayson's birthday appreciation. Originally this was supposed to be a bonus fic after I released my second horse fic but as you can see that hasn't happened so I thought why not just get it done for his bday? (Ok, I know it's past his birthday but ignore that.)

    Disaster struck, tragedy ensued. He was discovered, his secret exposed. The world would know his wrath but world domination would have to wait a bit because at the moment, there was still a snuggly bundle curled up next to him asleep in his arms. He smiled down at her. 

    Tiramisu Panini Hawthorne. The Hawthorne puppy was not so small anymore as she was five months old now but she was just as wriggly, happy, and fluffier than ever. And also a backstabber by choosing him as her favorite Hawthorne which must have been the reason for the flash breakin that woke him. He heard sniggering and hushed voices down the hall which meant two suspects; Xander and Jameson. On an infamous night when a certain incident occurred perhaps involving the tightest pair of leather pants in existence, videos and photos were taken and posted that unfortunately went viral.

    While he managed to deep clean the Internet in only the way Grayson Hawthorne could, the original menac-posters still had the content saved to their devices, several of them. He feared how much new blackmail material they got away with this time. He would scour every corner, surface and dark web, deep cleaning the Internet of all footage just like the first time. He’d get his revenge, he just had to bide his time.     

Grayson would not be dubbed Mr. Cuddles and yes, he would decline the puppy interview to keep his sanity, no matter how many hearts were broken or the adorableness of the pups. He would not yield. This was a call to war; a total and absolute declaration. In such a case, Hawthornes loved getting down in the dirt and Grayson didn’t mind getting his hands dirty to get things squared. Playing dirty meant gloves off; that was the Hawthorne way. So maybe his homicidal mother was right about something after all.

    But till then he’d relax in his bed and enjoy a late morning for once, though the photographer in him was now itching for a photo. The rays of sunlight coming in through the blinds, the way it lit up the carpet and the left side of his bed, the adorable puppy snoozing happily under his comforter- Ah yes, her. She would be his subject but he was too comfortable to get up and he didn’t want to disturb her. Besides, growing puppies still need plenty of sleep.  “Just don’t grow up too quickly,” he whispered. The photoshoot could happen later.

    Suddenly, Tiramisu shifted in his arms and started pawing at his chest, whimpering as the swiping got faster. Nightmare?  Note to self, look into dog dreaming. “Shh, girl. You’re alright.”

   Grayson moved away to avoid getting scratched and quickly turned her over so that her legs were away from him, hugging her tight and readjusting the blanket over them. When he got resettled, he brought a hand to her ear and rubbed gentle circles into the fur with his thumb. He loved her ears; they were super soft, curly, fluffy, and floppy. Oh how time went by; it was funny, he mused, how attached to the puppy he became after a few short months. Who knew that all it took was a puppy to single-handedly turn Grayson Hawthorne into a pile of mush? 

    Yes, so he was wrapped around her cute little paw. He’d hurt anyone who dared make a move. But it’d taken being at his lowest to get where he was now. 

    After Atonement Night, he often found her wandering his wing or lying down at the foot of his door, waiting to be let in. Her tail would instantly start wagging when he approached and those forlorn puppy eyes would stare deep into his soul, so hopeful that he’d let her in and how could he say no to that face? 

     He’d sigh a little dramatically and just before he unlocked the door, she’d get up, waiting expectantly as he scanned the hall for uninvited visitors and extra cameras. When he opened the door, he would pause so she could go in first and prance right past him, heading for his closet. It confused him as to what the pup found so interesting there as he would set down his stuff on and around the desk before heading for the ensuite. Most times he’d leave her be as there were spare clothes in the bathroom but one time he forgot so when he entered the closet, he found her wrapped in old shirts and socks with one of his slippers in her possession. He wasn’t sure what to make of it but she looked too cute and innocent with those big eyes that he just had to take a picture. 

    Some weeks passed and the pattern continued; every time he checked on her, she had his slipper and rested on a particular shirt that he discovered was from his HCD days. She also started staying late into the night in his room, sleeping at the foot of his bed right next to his slippers; another photo op. Eventually that too changed as when he woke early to swim, a chocolate brown lump would greet him at the edge of his bed which often got him smiling to himself. He would do his best to slip out of bed without disturbing her and before he left, scratched behind her ears and placed a fluffy blanket on top of her. 

    It didn’t take long for him to jump the gun and when he finally caught her sneaking onto the bed one night, he called to her and patted the spot next to him. Tiramisu had all too eagerly bounded toward him, all happy tail wags and pants before she laid her head on his side and settled down. 

    When she fell asleep, Grayson stayed awake, stroking her fur and staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. For the first time he’d realized that something about him was changing; he’d been careless. No, not in a bad way but he hadn’t been paying much attention to his actions for once, at least, in regards to the puppy. Though he remained his usual controlled self wherever he was in the House and in his wing with Tiramisu in tow, he hadn’t bothered acting removed or unaffected by her happy presence. He could just be. Sure, he wasn’t around her much those first few weeks but he hadn’t been cold or distanced when they were alone. It was just that the little happy accidents had finally gotten the ball rolling and pushed them together to start bonding properly. He never relaxed that quickly around anybody so it was a shock to him how quickly he adapted to being laid back and receptive to her in his privacy, his safe space. She made him happier, more smiley (that was still something he didn’t want to easily admit); that was when he knew Xander had been right. No wall was too high or too strong for her to knock down with just a blink of her big eyes. But Xan would never get to know that unless he ran out of secrets to share during Chutes and Ladders which he doubted would ever happen. But most important of all, she made him feel carefree. 

    For so long, he had to keep his guard up and be perfect; that was his curse as heir apparent. Former heir apparent. Eve and Emily, they’d been awful lapses in judgment but dwelling on the past did nothing to wash away the sins. And he’d been learning to let that go, slowly. Spending time with the puppy in his room helped that progress and relieved the ache of responsibility off his shoulders. With Tiramisu, he finally felt that long needed peace and it was nice that she had no expectations of that sort. All she needed was food, water, sleep, and play while all she wanted was a bit of attention, snuggles, walks, and love. Grayson knew he could give that much because what was a dog’s duty as man’s best friend in comparison? 

    They were expected to be loyal, trusting, fearless, protective, playful, and loving. They had to give all of themselves to their purpose and one could beat them, hurt them, scare them into submission, break them completely and a dog would still give and give and give in hopes that they would be enough for their owner’s expectations. That they would be worthy of just a bit of affection that their owner could spare no matter what they went through because it was in their nature. And hadn’t that been him his entire life thus far?

    He’d given and given more every time as he bent over backwards trying to please his grandfather and the world as the heir, as the second eldest, as the one with the brightest future of all his brothers. He dedicated himself wholly; heart, body, mind, and soul to perfecting each talent, every skill, every part of his being to be the perfect well-oiled machine of control. And it was all for naught. But that hadn’t been Avery’s fault. It was just that begged the question, What now? What to do with his life after all he’d been promised and told to do so he could become the rightful successor worthy of his grandfather’s place was ripped right from under him? He didn’t know. The foundation wasn’t going to need him forever and he dropped Harvard so what next? 

    The chocolate Labradoodle obscured that and he’d been immensely thankful for it. She reminded him that there was a time and a place and maybe where he needed to be was just in the right now. He could do that and he would have her to keep that new motto going. Having a new pet in Hawthorne House in general had been good; it gave him and his brothers a change of pace. He looked into the science of pet therapy and the specifics of having a dog as said therapeutic animal. It had to be done from a secret laptop to ensure Xan wouldn’t snoop; he already had too many hacked gadgets, even an old camera! At first, it had been mild interest but the more papers he read and explanations from credited sources, he became more and more invested. It was very a Hawthorne thing for him to do. But in the end, it did serve a purpose as he shifted from needing everything to be perfect.

    When he went home after working into the night at the office and he was too tired to properly function, he gladly scooped up the puppy and leaned his head against her neck as he fell asleep. He didn’t care that he shouldn’t need a cuddle buddy. He started keeping a bag of her favorite treats in a desk drawer and got a dog bed complete with a little pillow and the old swim athletics shirt. Grayson had realized his scent was still on the shirt since he hadn’t washed that one in a long time and she liked his smell so he let her have it. There was also a little basket with some toys wrapped in an old pillowcase but her favorite thing was still his slipper which he amended by getting a new pair so the other single slipper would be hers as well if she wanted. He even came up with a special secret nickname for her that he’d use when no one was around and used it indulgently; Misu. Funny enough, he found out that it was also a real thing, a Korean beverage made of grain powder.

    On sleepless nights, he would start telling her about his day which eventually led to him admitting his fears out loud and whispering his worst secrets in the dark. At first, he tried to refrain but when he forced him to say it, he felt better. It didn’t have to be this way anymore. He could have something better, something he wanted. And anyways, it wasn’t like Tiramisu was going to say anything but knowing that he could confess without fear of judgment or anyone knowing yet before he was ready to share, he felt relief. So much so that sometimes he could feel the sting of tears prickling at the corners of his eyes but he’d swiped them away before they could become fully formed. He wasn’t there yet in his emotional acceptance. Long story short, since then, she’d become his closest confidante and as of the moment, favorite family member. 

    At some point in his mindless reminiscing, somebody had woken up. Grayson had been stroking her fur, letting his hand glide through the curls and when he once again reached the top of her head, he felt eyes on him. He turned his head and saw Tiramisu looking at him in that innocent way that dogs did when they were expecting something. He smiled. “Hi girl, did you sleep well?” 

    She butted her head against his palm gently as he stroked the side of her snout. Then, she got up and shook herself off before stepping over him and sniffed curiously at his neck and shoulders. He scratched her neck in response. 

    “We had some very rude intruders this morning, Misu. Wanna help me get back at them? You distract and I will set up cameras.”

    She licked his nose. He chuckled.

    “I’ll take that as a yes.”

A/N: Well, hope you enjoyed that. See you in the next one. But before I forget, I'm thinking of starting a tag list. Let me know if you want to be put on it for my next fic. Bye!

Bonus:

These were some earlier tries (don't even ask about the dozens of awful attempts which will stay there to purposefully haunt me) that were among my faves. Unfortunately, different AI generators either couldn't get Grayson to look like a young man WITHOUT a beard (they insisted that be a feature almost every time) or they messed up the chocolate brown of Tiramisu. Not to mention the extra limbs, eugh.