Drunk On Fluff
——————————————————— Ship: Lyrason (Lyra x Grayson)
Timeline: Post- The Grandest Game. I would recommend reading, The Proposal before this fic— but it's not necessary (like, at all.) ——————————————————
GRAYSON
Grayson wasn't the type to stay up late if not necessary.
But today, he couldn't help it.
Lyra had gone on a "Girls-Night-Out", and specifically told Grayson she'd be back very, very late.
And, if Grayson were a normal boyfriend, he probably would have been content with that reassurance and went to sleep. Unfortunately, nothing about Grayson Davenport Hawthorne was exceptionally normal.
He checked his phone for possibly the millionth time, for any updates on where she was.
That’s when his phone went off, Avery.
Grayson picked up, “Avery?”
“Grayson! Hi, um— Lyra is—” Avery cut herself off with a sudden laugh.
“Sorry, Lyra wants to talk to you.” Avery managed in between giggles.
One of Grayson’s dignified brows raised in response.
“GrayyyYyYYy~~”
That was Lyra. One hundred percent drunk.
Oh lord. Grayson bit back a smile.
“Yes, sweetheart? Is everything alright?” He asked, imagining the drunk look Lyra probably had on at the moment.
“mmMmhmM. Yes. I misshsh you thoughhhh can u come ower?” She slurred.
A smile broke out on Grayson’s face despite himself.
“I’m on my way.”
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GRAYSON
Grayson stepped out of the car, his gaze fell upon the group of girls standing outside the bar.
Avery and Libby each had one hand wrapped around Lyra’s waist as they laughed at Lyra’s drunk demeanor.
Gigi was silent— that’s what alcohol did to her, the opposite effect of coffee— Savannah stood to the side, her cheeks slightly flushed as she sent glares to Max who seemed to be going on and on as per usual.
Something about the chaotic yet comfortable scene made Grayson’s heart warm up.
He took a photo of them and then walked over.
“Grayyyyyy!! My ash hole is here, lemme go.” She greeted Grayson before throwing commands at the other two girls.
Libby and Avery giggled, handing Lyra over to him.
Grayson nodded in thanks as Lyra climbed on to his back and he turned to move.
“Gray!” Avery yelled, grabbing his attention. He turned back.
“Your girlfriend is a fucking delight.” Avery said. Libby smiled in agreement.
Grayson’s gaze travelled to the head which was leaning on his shoulder, “I know.”
The two walked away from the chaos, moving slowly towards the car.
“No!!” Lyra yelled suddenly.
Grayson froze.
“I don’t wanna go in ze car.” She stated, though it came off more as a command.
Ze car? Oh she’s high alright.
“Alright then, what do you want to do?” He asked, trying to force the amusement out of his tone.
Lyra wiggled around a bit on his back, signifying she wanted to be let down. He let her.
“Let’s go on a wok.” Lyra yelled triumphantly as she managed to maintain her balance on her own… for two seconds.
Grayson’s hand wrapped around her waist as she began to tilt over again.
“Alright, sweetheart. Just for a little bit though.” He replied.
Suddenly, Lyra sent him a vivid glare. Grayson was slightly taken aback.
She mumbled something under her breathe.
“What was that, sweetheart?” He pried. Lyra groaned and gave him a soft nudge to his stomach.
“How do u do that?!” She screeched. Grayson blinked at her— obviously confused.
“Do what?”
“Thattttttt~” Lyra whined, she took both of her arms and waved them around in some sort of dramatic display. Her cheeks were tinged red and eyes were shut tightly.
She looked adorable. Grayson smiled.
"Mind specifying, sweetheart?"
"That. See. You did it again." Lyra's hand travelled to her chest, landing right on top of her heart.
Grayson watched as she brought both of her hands to her heart, putting on an overly-dramatic expression as she twirled around in circles over and over again.
He chuckled.
"Sweetheart-"
"ITS THAT WORD!!" She paused mid-spin to point at Grayson, though her aim was off completely.
"Why does my heart dance whenever you call me thatttt~" Lyra whined again, stomping her feet as she stumbled her way over to Grayson again.
At this, Grayson couldn't help but grin, "Oh? Your heart races?"
Lyra nodded.
"Every. Single. Time?" He pried.
Lyra looked up to him and nodded again, pouting slightly as she did. It was Grayson's heart's turn to race this time.
Fuck she's adorable.
"It's not fair. I mean- you call me that every day, so why am I still so flustered about it??" She complained, wrapping her arms around Grayson's abdomen.
"I don't see why that's a problem," Grayson paused, thinking if he should proceed, "sweetheart."
Lyra hit him playfully and Grayson let out a laugh.
They both "wok-ed" onwards, Grayson recorded as Lyra ranted about her life and randomly broke out into her favorite dance choreos.
Unexpectedly, Lyra paused and gasped.
"Gray, Gray! Oi! Listen here." Grayson, too, stopped and looked at her- trying hard to get the smile off his face.
"You know how we watched that drama the other day?" Lyra asked a little too fast. Grayson's eye twitched.
"You mean the cheesy and excessively romantic one? Yes, I do." Grayson replied.
Lyra clapped her hands together and did some sort of jumpy thing as her eyes landed on a huge grass field they had stumbled upon.
"Okay. So you know how the leads run towards each other and hug at the end??" Lyra's eyes were glowing now. Grayson felt any resentment he had held towards the drama previously fade away.
"Yeah."
"I want to do that." She finished, looking up to him. Her eyes were alight with excitement. Grayson couldn't possibly say no to that expression.
"... Alright."
Lyra squealed as she took Grayson's hand and they ran across the field. Grayson temporarily forgot what they were doing, looking at her boundless happiness.
She looked absolutely free.
Lyra then let go of his hand and ran on further until they were about 8 feet apart.
"Are you readyyyy?!!" Lyra screamed, loud enough for half the neighborhood to hear.
Grayson grinned, matching her volume, "Born ready!!"
"Go!" Lyra yelled as she took off, Grayson couldn't help the small chuckle he let out as he ran towards her.
It was super cheesy. Lyra loved it, and Grayson loved her.
Grayson closed his eyes as he opened his arms— ready for Lyra to jump into them and for himself to spin her around.
Instead, he heard a loud thud.
Grayson opened his eyes and looked down to find Lyra, face down on the floor. As it turns out, Lyra was still extremely tipsy and had mis-aimed, running to Grayson's left instead of towards him directly.
Grayson bent down to check on her, muffling a laugh, "Sweetheart, are you alright?" He asked, though he already knew she was.
Lyra sat up, her eyes were glassy and she looked just about ready to cry. Grayson was taken aback for the second time that day.
"Noooo I messed uppppp!!" She cried, sounding downright broken. Grayson immediately brought her head to his chest, calming her down.
"Shhh, it's okay. We can try again—" Lyra cut him off.
"We can't Gray. You only get one chance at the running-into-each- other's-arms thingy and I messed it up." She sniffled and Grayson's heart wavered.
He thought about how to console her.
"Well, I think chocolate could make this better?" He said and Lyra jolted her head up, looking at him with wide eyes.
If she keeps doing that, I'm going to die of a heart attack.
"YES PLEASE!" She screeched, a smile plastered on her face. Grayson laughed, yet again.
Grayson and Lyra "wok-ed" on over to the market area, which was mainly closed due to the late hour. That's when they spotted an old man closing his humble shop.
Choco Santa
Grayson knew to take an opportunity when he saw one, the couple strode towards the old man.
"Excuse me, kind sir?" Grayson said. The man turned his gaze to him.
"Sorry, boy. But we're closed." He said with finality, not giving them a chance to ask. Grayson, though, was not one to be denied his wishes.
Lyra spoke up, "Mr.Guy. Can't you just let us buy oneeeee choco packet?? Pleaseeee~" She tried.
The man looked at the more-than-half-drunk girl and let out a chuckle, his features softening, "Sorry young girl, but we have to pay for the extra usage of electricity." He replied.
Grayson took to doing what Hawthornes were quite good at, "How much does the electricity bill cost you?" He asked while fixing his cuffs, a show of power.
The man blinked once, "Uh... well, about 500 dollars."
Grayson nodded, "I'll triple it."
Silence.
"What?!" The shopkeeper and Lyra yelled at the same time.
Grayson shot the man a look that said 'you heard me,' and pulled out 1,500 bucks.
The man's eyes were as wide as saucers as he took the money and hastily opened up his shop again. Lyra fumed at Grayson until her gaze landed on the, literal, chocolate haven.
Lyra let out a tiny awed gasp as she ran down each aisle, her expression turning more and more delirious with each new flavor she saw.
Grayson ended up buying all the chocolates in the store. The shopkeeper now, too, looked like he was in heaven.
That's when Lyra squealed, "OH MY GOODNESS— A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN TOO?!"
Grayson turned to see Lyra staring at the chocolate fountain, her mouth left slightly open. He chuckled, despite himself.
"Please go ahead and taste some! It's on the house!" The old-man said, smiling. Lyra didn't hesitate.
Grayson watched her with gentle eyes as she made a satisfied 'mmm' sound after every sip. Lyra didn't let herself get too comfortable very often, a result of her trauma. So seeing her so carefree and childlike made Grayson's heart pick up pace.
Calm down, Gray. You're going to die at this rate.
Eventually the couple made their exit with Lyra licking her lips, carrying 5 chocolate bags and Grayson holding 10 bags.
Lyra came to an abrupt stop. Grayson followed suit, looking at her curiously. She turned towards a bench on they're side and placed all her bags on them before turning to Grayson.
Grayson looked at the bags and then back at her, raising a brow in question.
Lyra deigned him with a singular command, "Put your bags down."
Grayson did just that.
The moment Grayson turned towards her again, Lyra flung herself at him.
Grayson was taken aback for the third time that day. He quickly wrapped his hands around her waist and they were kissing.
All love, passion and chocolate.
"You're the best." Lyra said as they broke apart, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.
Grayson smiled, "Only for you."
Lyra looked up to meet his eyes, "I love you." She said, her gaze unwavering as she did. Grayson's eyes softened.
"I love you too," a pause, "sweetheart."
Lyra really laughed then and if Grayson could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him, he relished in it.
They continued their 'wok' down the, now completely empty, streets. It was nearing 2 AM.
Grayson glanced at Lyra, her cheeks were flushed less from being drunk and more due to the chilly wind. She squinted her eyes as she tried to walk in a straight line, fully focused on the task.
Grayson's heart sped up, watching his sweetheart.
Yep. I'm dead, aren't I? Grayson bit back a smile.
They eventually reached a view-point, which gave an exceptional scenery of the entire city. Lyra ran over to the railings and gazed down, looking at the vast beauty covered in darkness.
Grayson wrapped a careful arm around her shoulders, keeping her steady as they watched in silence.
"Listen up people of the world!!" Lyra screamed suddenly with no warning. Grayson looked at her, taken aback for the fourth time that day.
"Grayson Davenport Hawthorne is mine, not yours!!" Grayson's eyes widened at that declaration.
"So I'd better not log onto Instagram or something and see you all making up absolute bullshit about him being your husband or your baby girl!!!" she paused to catch her breathe, "he's mine fuckers!!! Back off and dream on!!!!" Lyra cackled as a cherry on top.
Grayson was grinning like an idiot now. Lyra's very slight jealousy had seeped through while she was drunk, he was beyond amused at this point.
"So Grayson Davenport Hawthorne!!" Lyra yelled at him, though she was still looking towards the city.
Grayson suppressed his laugh, "Yes, sweetheart?!" He tried matching her energy.
"WILL YOU MARRY ME?!"
Grayson's breathe caught, and then he laughed. Really laughed, throwing his head back with his eyes tightly shut. His blonde hair flew back, glowing in the moonlight.
Lyra sent him a glare, "OI! I'M BEING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!!"
Grayson forced himself to stop laughing, though he couldn't rid himself of his toothy grin, "Of course, Lyra Kane. I'd love to marry you."
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU?!" Lyra screamed at the top of her lungs, obviously holding back a grin of her own. Grayson laughed again.
"YES. LYRA KANE, I WOULD LOVE TO TAKE YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE!!!" Grayson screamed the loudest he ever had, possibly competing with Xander.
Lyra's face changed into one of pure happiness, looking like a teenage girl who was finally dating her long time crush. That only made Grayson want to laugh more. He felt butterflies fly around in his stomach as he pulled Lyra to him, bringing her impossibly closer.
Lyra snuggled into his chest.
They stayed like that for a long moment, with nothing but their own presences and the night sky as a witness.
"I have," Lyra paused, yawning as her eyes fluttered shut, "I have no idea what I did to deserve you."
Grayson's hand was in her hair, slowly lulling her to sleep as he played with it. He didn't reply then, knowing she'd be too tired to listen.
I don't know what I did to deserve you either, Lyra.
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LYRA
Lyra woke up to a splitting headache.
Fucking hell. She thought, annoyed at the terrible start to the morning.
She forced her eyes open, squinting as the rays of light fell on her face, Lyra made a mental note to get darker curtains. That's when her gaze fell on the blonde boy laying beside her.
Grayson had one hand draped over her waist and the other underneath her head, she stared at the face she knew all so well but never got tired of.
Her hands travelled to his face, gently tracing his features as if committing them to memory. That's when he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting hers almost instantly.
His eyes always looked closer to sky blue in the morning. The type of shade she could drown in.
"Morning asshole." She whispered, preserving the comfort of the quiet.
Grayson smiled, a slow and soft kind, "Do you remember what happened last night?" He asked softly, moving closer.
Both of Grayson's hands now rested on Lyra's waist as he rested his head on her chest, Lyra smiled.
"No. Well, not exactly. I just remember getting really, really drunk." She said, taking in the scent of his hair. She felt Grayson smile against her chest.
"What?" Lyra asked.
"Sweetheart." Grayson replied. It was totally random, but her heart still skipped a beat, the way it did whenever he called her that.
"Oh, so you really do get flustered."
Lyra blushed. Hard. She pushed his face away from her chest, understanding now that he had been listening to her heartbeat.
"H-how did you know?!" She half-yelled, trying to get herself to stop blushing.
Grayson smirked, "Let's just say you were chaotic last night and told me a lot of things."
Lyra cringed as Grayson moved closer again. He was definitely the golden retriever in their relationship.
They layed in silence as some of Lyra's memories resurfaced, "Good god. Do not tell me you spent more than 1,000 dollars. On chocolate."
Grayson looked up at her, giving her a small smile.
She groaned, "Gray?! A thousand dollars?? On chocolate?? For heaven's sake-"
"A thousand dollars to keep you happy." Grayson cut Lyra off, her breathe hitched.
How does he always have the right words to make me shut up?
"You made quite a declaration, by the way." Grayson spoke, his tone teasing.
Lyra sent him a cautious look, "And what was that?"
"Well, you screamed out to the world at 2AM that Grayson Davenport Hawthorne was yours and yours only and that the fangirls should, and I quote, fuck off."
Lyra was dumbfounded, "W-what?!" She screeched, turning red yet again. Grayson supported himself with his elbow as he looked to her.
"And not just that, you then proposed to me." He said.
Lyra's eyes widened, "I did what?!"
Grayson laughed, "You proposed to me. And I said yes."
Lyra raised a brow, "Grayson, we're literally engaged? You proposed to me a week ago??"
"Well you seemed to have forgotten that, because you proposed to me again." He said, chuckling as Lyra nudged him away out of pure embarrassment.
Her heart sped up, though she wasn't sure whether it was because of Grayson's relentless teasing or knowing that, if she had proposed first, Grayson would still have said yes.
Butterflies flew around in her stomach at the thought.
Grayson stared at Lyra as she tried to get her racing heart to calm down. A smile rested on his face.
"This headache is killing me." Lyra said, finally, trying to get herself distracted from all the embarrassment of last night. Grayson's expression immediately deteriorated.
"I'll go get the medicine." He said, moving to get up. Lyra grabbed his hand. That's not what she had wanted.
"No." She said, Grayson raised a brow.
"Just stay. For now. Please." Lyra said, slightly flustered. She needed that medicine, desperately, but she wanted Grayson more at the moment.
Grayson assessed her, before smiling, "You need it, sweetheart. I'll be back in a minute." He reasoned.
Lyra knew he was right, so she reluctantly let him go.
She waited for him, sitting up on the bed and massaging her head slowly, her eyebrows furrowed from the pain.
That's when Grayson's phone went off, Lyra looked and saw a notification from the firm.
Can't they let him rest? It's literally 8 in the morning?? She thought, glaring holes into the phone.
That's when she noticed the background.
She grabbed the phone and swiped the notification, getting it out of the way so she could see the image clearly. Her breathe caught.
Grayson's background was the photo of a girl. A beautiful girl with flowing brown hair and deep amber eyes. She stood, leaning against the railing as she smiled downwards— the girl looked free, happy. The moon and the stars only seemed to amplify the beauty of the setting.
That's... me?
Lyra knew she was beautiful, hell she had been told that more times than she could count. But this photo was different, it made her look ethereal.
As if she was some other-worldly angel, fallen from grace.
Grayson entered the room, he circled the bed— placing the medicine and water to the side. He gazed down at his phone and grinned.
"It's beautiful." Lyra said, her voice sounded breathless.
Grayson took her chin gently, prying it upwards. Their eyes met, blue and amber— them.
"No, Lyra Kane. You are beautiful."
————————————————————— OKAYYYYYYY?? NOT HALF BAD- I'M SO HAPPY WITH THE DRUNK PROPOSING SCENE, IT'S SO CUTE LMFAO (here I stand, complimenting my own writing). Butttt its also a tribute to all those haters on Pinterest who were jealous of our girl (like pls get a life 😭✋✨) ALSO THE KANEJ REFERENCE, if u realized, ur amazing <3 Alt Titles: Grayson being taken aback by a drunk Lyra. Drunkard Lyra and her Obedient Mate. I pray you enjoyed! <3 @lyrakanefanatic @inkstainsonmyfingertips @alwaysthefangirl @talahs-reading-library @diamondrattherevenge @me-h1m
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