Stupid Fights and Sibling Betrayals - lyra x grayson
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synopsis: grayson and lyra get in a dumb fight on the way to acacia’s house. once they get there, his sisters find their behaviour weird, clearly showing that the two had been arguing, and ask to know what it was about. grayson is dumbfounded when the two sisters get some light shed on the situation… and completely take lyra’s side.
warnings: arguing, fluff, really not much else lol
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authors notes: i put a scene in here from one of my boss x assistant lyrason au fics hehe 🤭🤭 also to all the sav x rohan die hard shippers THEY GET MENTIONED OKAY!!!
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Lyra wasn’t going to bring up the fight from last night. She wasn’t.
It was done, and she wasn’t going to bring it up again, now that they’d slept it off and were getting ready to leave for Acacia’s house.
The fight wasn’t exactly resolved, not really. Just dropped. But Lyra wanted to resolve it.
The fight was, at least to Lyra, Grayson’s work. Grayson had to put on more hours, something he claimed was temporary. But Lyra had confronted him a couple days ago, saying he needed to adjust his hours because she was seeing him less and less.
But the problem to Lyra wasn’t the fact that he did it; it was how he did it, making it out to be a chore.
Like Lyra asking him to spend less time at his dumb work so that he can remember she still exists is a chore.
Lyra was still upset about that, and it arose again one day at dinner.
Grayson had asked Lyra what she wanted to eat; Lyra said steak, whereas Grayson said he felt like eating fish. But they had been eating fish a lot that week, so Lyra asked him to get steak instead. Grayson obliged.
He came back from the store with fish.
He apologized, said that that was the last day of their fish for dinner streak, and started to prepare it.
But Lyra was still upset. She didn’t even know if it was about the steak, or the fact that he had made reducing hours to spend more time with her such a chore.
And naturally… they got in a fight.
But because of the “stupidity” of the argument (what that asshole referred to it as), it was dropped.
“So, about what we were talking about last night…” Lyra trailed off, unable to hold herself back from bringing it up any longer. Grayson gave her a look from where he was adjusting his tie.
“You mean me buying fish instead of steak and it creating a whole argument?” Grayson replied. Lyra shot him a glare.
“Sure, asshole. It’s all about the fish.” Lyra said, her voice sarcastic. Grayson turned to her.
“Then what’s it about?” Grayson asked. Lyra rolled her eyes.
“No, Lyra. Why were you upset at me if not for the fish?” he repeated. Lyra looked back at him, looking annoyed.
“You should know.” she grumbled. Grayson blinked at her.
“Well… I don’t.” Grayson said, the words slow as if he were confused. Lyra scoffed, turning away.
“Sweetheart,” Grayson sighed. “Please talk to me.”
Lyra’s heart raced at that one word, sweetheart, but she wouldn’t let it affect her. “Your hours.” she gritted out.
“I reduced my hours. You asked me to, remember?” Grayson said. Lyra scoffed.
“Yeah, I remember asking. I also remember you treating it as if it were an absolute chore.” Lyra said, shooting him a glare. “I’m deeply sorry for requesting that you stop living at your job so that I can see you once in a while, but I understand why that’s such a burden.”
Her words were thick with sarcasm—and venom. Grayson shut his eyes for a moment, before opening them again.
“Okay. I understand that. I’m sorry, Lyra.” he said.
She’d expected a fight. She’d expected a roll of his eyes, a sharp comment, a quick defense.
Well… Lyra just expected him to act like she would.
But he didn’t. Just a quick apology, short but true.
Why did it make her even angrier?
“Okay.” Lyra said, finally. “Thanks.”
“So, you’re okay now?” Grayson asked.
Nope. She was back to being mad at him.
She was okay now? Like he wasn’t in the wrong for what he did, simply for how it affected her?
“Sure,” Lyra said, annoyed again. “I’m splendid.”
Grayson looked at her, confusion in his eyes again. “I’m… glad.”
“Perfect?” Grayson attempted, staring at Lyra like she was a snake, ready to attack. She stared at him back, before stomping away.
The car ride to Acacia’s was silent. Lyra wouldn’t even looked at him; she had her body fully turned away from Grayson, her arms crossed as well as her legs and her gaze stuck on the window.
Grayson wanted to tell her to uncross her legs, because it was unsafe to cross them in a car, but he knew that that would just result in a snide comment and a glare sent his way.
But… she was mad at him anyway. He didn’t care if she glared so long as she was safe.
“‘Uncross your legs because it’s not safe to do so in a car?’” Lyra mocked, already knowing what he was going to say. She turned away from him more. “No.”
Grayson couldn’t help but smile; there was nothing funny about an angry Lyra, but a petty Lyra? He’d never seen her look more attractive than when she was glaring holes into him and rolling her eyes at every word that came out of her mouth.
Riling Lyra up more could be dangerous, but sometimes Grayson liked to toe the line.
“You still craving steak?” Grayson asked, his hand moving onto her thigh with feather light brushes. Lyra scoffed, but didn’t push his hand away.
“You still craving fish?” Lyra mocked, looking sick at just the mention of fish. Grayson had to agree with her; after 3 straight days, he’d come to terms with the fact that enough was enough.
“That is surprising. I thought we were going to be eating fish in all it’s different forms till the day I die; grilled, fried, barbecued, pureed, sautéed—“
“Hold on. Pureed?” Grayson asked, cutting in with a smile on his face.
Lyra went on to list fish in increasingly more disgusting forms, Grayson listening tentatively. Once she finally ran out of forms she could list off the top of her head, Lyra sighed and spoke.
“I pity your sisters. They do not want to see us in this state.” Lyra grumbled, finally done with her fish-forms rant. Grayson smiled, before speaking himself.
“You know, I actually cannot wait to get to my sisters house. Once they hear this argument, they will think it’s the dumbest thing yet. I know I’m in the wrong for the hours, I can see the glares you’re sending my way, sweetheart, but the whole “fish-versus-steak” thing?” Grayson said, laughing. “They’re not going to see how they can pick sides.”
“What?” Grayson asked, turning to Savannah with a confused look on his face. Lyra was getting ushered into the living room by Acacia, but Gigi and Savannah were standing by him.
“She’s tense! You’re tense! This can only mean one thing; our Gray-bear got into an argument.” Gigi said, a mock frown on her face. Grayson’s eyes narrowed at the two girls.
“No, we didn’t. And don’t call me that.” Grayson deadpanned. Savannah snorted.
“Whatever. Just know that whatever argument you two got into…” Savannah said, trailing off as her hand gestured from Lyra to Grayson.
“It is most-likely-99%-sure-to-be your fault!” Gigi finished, her smile sincere despite the harshness of her words. Gigi laid a hand on Grayson’s arm. “But don’t worry. The argument—whatever it may be, and whatever it was about—will definitely not come up.”
“So what were you and Lyra arguing about?”
The voice that asked that was British—and annoying. Grayson gave Rohan a sharp glare—the same Rohan who shouldn’t have even been at the house, in the living room, chatting away with Acacia as he was only here to pick something up—as he spoke.
“What are you talking about?” Grayson said, his tone nothing short of threatening. Acacia shot him a look.
“Grayson,” she warned. Then she looked at Rohan. “And you too, Rohan! I love you like a son, but you better not stir up drama or I swear—“
“There will be dire consequences, I know. I love you like a mother, Acacia, and I am quite aware of your wrath.” Rohan interrupted, striding forward and pressing a kiss to Acacia’s hand from where she was sitting on the chair. Grayson tensed, and Lyra snorted from her spot beside Grayson. Savannah looked at Lyra and Grayson with a hint of rebellion in her eyes.
“I don’t believe that Rohan is stirring up drama,” Savannah said, that same Rohan in question going back to his spot on the sofa beside Savannah and slinging an arm over her shoulder. Grayson narrowed his eyes at him, that movement being enough to tick him off.
“And if he is,” Savannah continued, “then so what? Every good family gathering has drama. And it’s obvious that you two fought about something, so… what?” Lyra looked at Grayson just as he did to her. She seemed to be communicating a warning to him, and Grayson heeded Lyra’s warning very well. Rohan snickered.
“Savannah, your wit is my second favourite thing about you.” Rohan said. Savannah raised a brow.
“You know, saying “her smile” could’ve worked too.” Gigi sighed. Savannah grinned.
“So, the story?” she asked Lyra.
“Savannah!” Acacia hissed. “Lyra is our guest. We are not going to make her feel uncomfortable.” Lyra smiled, despite it being slightly fake.
“It’s fine, Acacia.” Lyra said. Then, patting her lap, she sighed and continued. “Besides, she has a point. Every family gathering does need drama.” Gigi whooped from her spot on the floor beside Acacia’s chair, and Rohan cackled. Grayson, however, was much less thrilled.
His gaze went to Lyra’s with lightning speed, and he could tell that this was just another one of her punishments.
Grayson’s eyes conveyed the words, let it go, Lyra.
Lyra’s eyes, however, seemed to say make me.
Damn it. She couldn’t be this beautiful, and at the same time, this cruel. It messed with Grayson’s brain.
“Well,” Lyra started, getting into her story-telling voice that Grayson found she used a lot both when she was telling work gossip, and when she was reading bed time stories to her little brother, “it all started when I found that Grayson was working more than usual.”
Lyra proceeded to explain the entire argument, front to back.
How Grayson cut back on hours, but made it seem like, what Lyra called it, a chore.
How that feeling of being overlooked lingered, and how that caused the whole steak vs fish argument.
How that argument fizzled into another as Lyra explained that when she was arguing about the fish and steak, she had Grayson’s hours and how he behaved while reducing them in mind.
And by the end of it, the entire room was giving him… less than appreciative looks.
“It’s a complicated situation.” Lyra said at the end, laughing. Rohan snorted.
“No it’s not. He’s an ass.” Rohan laughed. Grayson’s eyes flashed.
“Why are you still here?” Grayson snapped.
“Cool it, brother-in-law.”
“I’m not your brother-in-law.”
Rohan made a point of holding Savannah’s hand in his, thumb grazing over her ring finger. “Yet.”
Grayson jumped to his feet just as Rohan jumped to his, except Grayson was wearing a deathly cold expression and Rohan was laughing.
“Okay, okay, I’m going.” he said, smirking. Then he bent down to give Savannah a kiss, and it drew on for longer than it should have. Well, by Grayson’s definition, the amount of time the kiss in question should have drawn on for was 0 seconds, as he never should have pressed his lips to hers at all, but the length of their kiss was bordering on too much.
It was short enough for it to be seen as just a goodbye peck, but long enough to irk Grayson in every way possible.
“Bye, Savvy.” Rohan said, using his godawful nickname for Savannah. Savannah smiled at him.
“Bye, Rohan.” Savannah purred, her voice sweet but her smile mischievous. As soon as the front door shut behind Rohan, Grayson turned to Savannah as he took out his wallet.
“We’ve been dating for over a year, Grayson. You can’t keep bribing me to break up with him.” Savannah deadpanned, interrupting his words as well as his actions as he froze, not having yet taken out his card. Grayson narrowed his eyes at her.
“Fine. But I urge you to reconsider.” Grayson gritted out. With painstakingly tense movements, he lowered himself down onto the couch beside Lyra, sighing and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
“You know…” Gigi said, rising to her feet before giving Grayson a look, “I don’t feel entirely comfortable with you having your arm slung across my sister-in-law’s shoulder, especially when the woman has yet to eat steak!” Gigi enunciated her words with a fist that pumped in the air, seemingly demanding action. Lyra snorted, but Grayson’s eyes only narrowed.
“You two took her side before I even began explaining, didn’t you?” he deadpanned. Gigi nodded, and Savannah muttered a “since before you entered the house, actually”, but Grayson chose to ignore it with a warning look shot her way. Instead of removing his arm like Gigi suggested, Grayson pulled Lyra closer, looking back on the story and the way everyone had reacted and feeling guilty.
Had he really made Lyra feel like that much of a chore?
Acacia gave him a sympathetic look, seemingly sensing his switch in mood, and Lyra patted his thigh.
“It’s fine, Grayson. We’ll have steak eventually.” she reassured him, and when their eyes met, Grayson could see some guilt in hers, and he wondered if she was feeling slightly guilty on how she had teased him.
“Besides, you know we just had to take Lyra side. It just makes sense.” Gigi sympathized. Grayson’s eyebrows furrowed.
“How, pray tell, does it ‘just make sense’?” Grayson asked, entirely amused. Gigi folded her hands together, looking like an evil mastermind revealing their grand plan.
“When it comes to family fights, there are sides that you simply must take,” she began, explaining her logic in a serious tone. “Think of it as teams. There’s the siblings team, and then there’s the parents team. When Savannah would either fight with Dad, when he wasn’t in Tuscany, or Mom, I had to take her side. Because we’re the siblings team. And now Lyra is a part of our team, so naturally, I had to take her side. Do you understand?”
Grayson did not understand.
“Okay… but wouldn’t that make me on the siblings team as well?” Grayson slowly asked, raising an eyebrow at Gigi. Gigi gasped.
“Oh my God! I totally forgot to explain the last team!” Gigi erupted. Then, she cleared her throat.
“The last team that is, dare I say, the most important and rises above all other ranks… is the sister’s team.” Gigi explained. Grayson couldn’t help but let a smile touch his lips. “Now that you and Lyra are dating, she’s officially our sister, putting her in the team above siblings, aka yours.”
Lyra froze beside Grayson, and he wondered if she was wondering whether or not she heard them right. Grayson let out a soft laugh.
“I’m on the sister’s team?” Lyra asked, her voice soft. Gigi beamed.
“Obviously. You’re our honorary sister—not by blood, but close enough.” Gigi replied, her eyes twinkling. Savannah stood from the couch, walking over to stand beside Gigi.
“I second that.” Savannah said, her arms crossed while twinkling eyes met Lyra’s head on.
There was a moment where Grayson thought he saw a shining haze cover Lyra’s eyes, before she blinked rapidly and it went away.
“Good to know.” Lyra said, her voice simple despite her reaction to Gigi’s words before. Grayson glanced between the two, his heart far warmer than it was earlier.
“Well,” Acacia cut in, a warm smile on her face. “You 4 keep chatting. I’ll go check on dinner, although I’m sure it won’t be longer than 15 minutes.”
“Wait,” Grayson said, rising to his feet. “I need to do something. I’ll be right back.”
Ignoring Lyra and his sisters’ curious looks, Grayson grabbed his keys off the coffee table, and headed outside.
With a slam of a car door, Grayson headed back in, carrying a bouquet of flowers and a steak. He had to cook it quickly to not keep Lyra waiting during dinner, but he’d do his best.
Once he walked in and Lyra saw what he was holding, she bursted out laughing.
“Oh, Grayson—“ she started, her eyes sparkling as he walked over. Before she could finish, Grayson bent over the couch and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. Gigi immediately made loud sounds of disgust.
“I love you,” Grayson breathed when he finally pulled back. “Lyra, you’ll never be a chore to me. And if you want a steak, you damn sure will be getting one.”
Gigi and Savannah both broke into laughter, Gigi hooting something along the lines of “finally”, whereas Lyra’s eyes shined.
“Thank you, honey. I love you too.” she smiled, leaning in to press another kiss to his lips. Grayson handed her the bouquet.
“These are for you. Now,” Grayson started, rolling up his sleeves, “time to prepare the best steak possible in the span of 10 minutes.”
On the dinner table, there was mashed potatoes, a rotisserie chicken, various boiled vegetables, stuffing, and on Lyra’s plate, a steak. A beautiful, more-rare-than-medium-because-that’s-what-Lyra-likes medium rare steak.
It was gone in the span of 5 minutes.
Once the dinner was over, and the table was being cleared, Lyra came over to Grayson and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you, super-man.” she giggled. Before she could pull away, Grayson grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him.
“I just want you to know,” he started softly, “that you will never be a chore to me. In fact, I want you to scream and shout and fight with me when I do something like ignore your demands for steak, because I don’t want to be the man who loses sight of what’s in front of me. I don’t want to get lost in my job, and I know how much you mean to me.” Grayson smiled. “I also now know that this argument was never about fish.”
Lyra froze. She looked deeply touched by his words, but before she could express that, a small smile touched her lips.
“I’m sorry. Did you say you want me to scream and shout and fight with you?” Lyra asked. Grayson smirked.
“Believe me, whenever you’re yelling at me, I’m right where I wanna be.”
Lyra swatted his arm as he laughed, her cheeks brightening.
“If anyone even utters the word steak or fish in my presence, I will be showing all of you why my right hook is Rohan’s favourite thing about me.” Savannah deadpans.
“…we should be going,” Lyra began slowly, “but thank you so much for dinner, Acacia. It was lovely.
“Thank your boyfriend,” Acacia said, smirking. “He’s the one who put your little dinner together.”
Lyra turned to him, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Thanks, I guess.” Lyra said.
“We need to work on that.” Grayson chuckled. “Goodnight Acacia. Bye girls!”
Gigi and Savannah both waved goodbye, as Acacia hugged Grayson dearly. Then, she went an did the same to Lyra, before the couple walked out.
As Lyra’s heels clicked on the cobblestone, she laughed. Grayson raised a brow.
“You know what I kind of want to get for lunch tomorrow?” Lyra asked, still laughing. He suddenly wore an amused expression.
