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dathen · 11 hours ago
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You know, early season 2 Jon was being genre-savvy again—for a murder mystery!
Someone suddenly starts being nice and doting on you when they didn’t before, suddenly SUPER interested to hear all your thoughts about the murder, insisting they just want to help you? Someone keeps pushing you to involve them and don’t like letting you out of their sight?
That’s just Chris Evans’ character in Knives Out!
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jadegrey711 · 12 hours ago
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I Can’t Get No...
Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
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A/N; Hello everyone! So this is my second addition for @stargazingfangirl18​ 5k writing challenge! I got this idea after watching a new Netflix show I immediately had this idea for any number of Chris Evan’s characters, but I thought Ransom suited it best. I really hope I did my own idea justice lmao. I want to see if you guys can guess what song the title is based off of! I thought I was very clever lol. 
*NOT MY GIF. CREDIT IS IN THE TAGS* 
If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting​​​ to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.
Word Count: 2673
This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake. 
Warnings: Dub-con, masturbation (fem), Vaginal fingering, mentions of breeding kink.
I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)
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“I fucking hate him.” I mumbled to yourself, almost as a reminder as your mind drifted back to those blue eyes and cocky mouth as he’d whisper dirty things in your ear. 
“Stop.” you whispered again, shaking your head to clear the image of his plump lips leaning towards yours as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperately trying to come. But, you just couldn’t shake the image of him trailing those sinful kisses down your body and the way his eyes darken as he positioned himself in between your legs, placing soft kisses on your inner thigh before he brought you to complete ecstasy.
“Fuck!” You shouted, pulling your hands from between your legs.
You almost felt like crying with how badly you had wanted to come to get some sort of relief but it seemed like your body just wouldn’t let you. Not without thinking about Ransom, even when you were with other people you still couldn’t get off; not without thinking about him. And you refused to give into those sweet daydreams now matter how much you wanted to.
It’s not like you didn’t try, for five months after your breakup with Ransom, you had revenge sex with multiple different partners, but all of those encounters ended the same way. With your partner finishing and your body betraying you, with the constant reminder that Ransom owned this body and nobody could make it sing like him.
You wouldn’t give in though, even if it meant you could never get off again; you were done with Ransom and all of the crap that came with him. You vowed you’d never go back to him, no matter what your body had to say on the matter. Because you knew that if you did give into that temptation that was Ransom Drysdale and go back to him, there’d be no escaping him this time.
Ransom let you walk out this time, but he’d soon realize that losing you would be like losing one of his many toys and if you were ever to go back to him. He’d do anything and everything in his power to make sure that next time there would be no escaping him. Ransom wasn’t the kind of person who took kindly to others having his toys and you were by far, his favorite one.
The image of Ransom tying you to the bed in the heat of an argument and keeping you there so he can fuck the argument out of you, flooded your mind and you felt your nipples hardened. Before you quickly shooed the image out of your mind, and tried to have some semblance of sleep.
*** The next morning as you walked out of the elevator out onto the floor of Blood Like Wine Publishing, already feeling grouchy but there was also a modicum of tension in the air.
The interns were running around like chickens without their heads and others in the office were whispering to each other in hushed tones.
“I didn’t even know he knew where the publishing house was at.”
“Surely he’s not here to actually work.”
“He must have gotten in trouble with mommy and daddy again.”
The more whispers you heard the more your heart started to pound in your chest as you walked further into the publishing house.
“No, he wouldn’t stoop this low.” You thought to yourself, shaking your head. “It’s been five months, he wouldn’t pull a stunt like this now.” But as you neared closer and closer to your office you saw that the door was wide open and you heard laughter coming from in there.
“He fucking didn’t” You hissed, and walked into your office to find your boss and Ransom sitting on the edge of your desk; laughing with each other about some joke.
“Y/N!” Your boss greeted you cheerfully. “Just the woman we’ve been waiting to see.”
You stared directly at your boss not even sparing Ransom a glance in his direction and tried to plaster on your brightest “at work” smile, even though they could probably smell the panic that was coming off of you.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Perkins?”
“As you might have already guessed, we have a special guest with us today. I don’t think I need to introduce you two.” Mr. Perkins said with a knowing smile, making your eyes narrow at the thought that their earlier joke was probably about you.
“Yes, Mr. Drysdale. What made you grace our presence today.” You seethed not caring about hiding any ounce of venom behind your voice.
“Mr.Drysdale has decided that he’s going to become part of the Blood Like Wine family!” Mr. Perkins said excitedly and you felt your heart drop.
Before you could say anything Ransom chimed in. “That’s right. I’ve decided it’s time for me to be more a part of the family’s legacy and really push up my sleeves and be a part of this company.”
You had to stifle the psychotic laugh that threatened to burst through your lips at the idea of Ransom working for a living let alone carrying out the family’s legacy. He hated his family.
“Indeed a noble action.” Mr. Perkins said wistfully. “Anyways the reason why we are here in your office is I thought you could show Mr. Drysdale around the office and help him get settled in here since you both are already acquainted with each other.” And then he did it again. Mr. Perkins threw Ransom that knowing look and you swear you could have throttled the fucker right there.
You ground your teeth but nodded trying to put on a professional smile but you didn’t think anyone was buying, especially not Ransom.
“Alright, good. Now I’ve got to get back to work, it’s all busy, busy around here.” Mr.Perkins but this time you didn’t return it.
“Thank you again Mr. Perkins for taking time out of your busy schedule. To help me settle in.”
“Of course, Mr. Drysdale.”
“Please. Call me Hugh.” Ransom smiled sweetly.
“Alright Hugh.” And with that Mr. Perkins left your office.
You quickly looked down the hallway as Mr. Perkins went into his office and then closed your office door and looked at Ransom.
“What the actual fuck are you doing here? This is a new kind of twisted. Showing up at my job Ransom?”
He smiled at you and got off of your desk. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.”
“Cut the bullshit Ransom. What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I mean this is my family’s business isn’t it? I’m certainly not going into fucking real estate with my mother.” He said the last word with a sneer, but then quickly replaced it with that cocky smirk. “I just thought it was time I started being a part of this company. I wanted the CEO position, unfortunately this is the best they could do on such short notice but I’m sure by next quarter I’ll have that CEO position.” He smiled,  his glacier eyes meeting yours. “And maybe I just wanted to see you.”
“Is everything a fucking game to you?” You asked incredulously.
“Yes.” He said the word like a growl.
“What do you think you’re going to win in this little game you’re playing, Ransom?”
“You.”
You let out a small chuckle. “That’s never going to fucking happen. You can drop dead first.”
You watched Ransom’s jaw twitch. “I’ve given you space for five months, Y/N.”
You felt your whole body fill with pent up rage as you scoffed. “You gave me space? I fucking left you Ransom!”
Ransom’s face hardened into something serious as he pushed off from the desk and walked closer to you. “I want you back. You’re mine and you know it.”
“Fuck off Ransom. In fact get the fuck out of my office.” You hissed at him and pointed towards the door.
His cold eyes scanned down your body, paying particular attention to your rising chest as your breathing became heavier.
Ransom’s eyes held a calculating coldness to them as he spoke. “I can make your life very hard here, Y/N. I know how hard you’ve worked to get where you are in the company. It would be such a shame if you’d lose that position that you’ve worked so hard for; just from a small phone call from me to your boss.” Ransom let out a soft sigh, running his hand through his hair. “It would be a lot easier on both of us if you just came back to me.”
You let out an incredulous laugh. “You threaten my position in this company, my livelihood and then expect me to just come crawling back to you?” You shook your head furiously. “It doesn’t matter what you threaten me with Ransom. I will never come back to you! I won’t go back to being treated like a piece of shit, like a damn afterthought or something you can just use as you wish.”
You let out a shaky breath, feeling the sting of tears come to your eyes as you thought back to how your relationship with Ransom was. “I won’t put my heart on the chopping block again for you.”
Ransom’s cold expression softened as he took in your words, once again moving towards you. But you walked around him so that now he was close to the door and you were close to the desk.
“I know it wasn’t the best but fuck I need you, Y/N. You make my life mean something, I promise that I’ve changed for the better.”
You let out a laugh. “Changed? You couldn’t have possibly changed in these five months if you’re threatening to get me fired so I’ll go back to you.”  
“You’re the reason I changed, Y/N. When you left me-” he paused, choosing his next words wisely. “When you left me, I only realized then just how much you meant to me. How much I needed you in my life. And I just let you slip through my fingers.”
“Cut the shit Ransom. I know you, and I know your games. That whole ‘I’m the reason you changed’ act may work on some other foolish girl but not me. You’re incapable of change but you are a half decent actor. I’ll give you that.” You sat at the front of your desk and laughed. “It’s really too bad that you came to this whole “realization” five months too late. Cuz’ while you were coming to this realization; I’ve already moved on and there certainly hasn’t been a shortage of lacking partners.”
You knew you fucked up as soon as you said it. But Ransom had always brought out the pettier version of you. However, you should have kept your mouth shut, as you watched Ransom’s handsome face contorted with anger, those cold indifferent glacier eyes darkened.
Before you could react, Ransom was on you, his strong arms caging you to the desk, his body already between your legs keeping you pinned there entirely. His breathing was as heavy as your own as you met his eyes, daring him to do something. You watched as Ransom leaned closer into your body, his nose brushing the side of your neck inhaling your scent before placing a soft kiss to the hollow behind your ear and you could already feel how wet you were for him.
“I’ve really missed you baby.” he whispered in your ear and continued laddening your neck with soft kisses. You bit your lip harshly to try and keep the obvious moans from escaping past your lips.
You refused to give in to him no matter how good his kisses felt, how good it felt to be touched again. No matter how much your body carved his touch. “I don’t miss you.” you hissed, but even Ransom knew there was no real anger in your voice now; not with how he was sucking your neck, marking you as his again.
“Oh yeah? Let’s see what your sweet pussy has to say about that, darling.” His touch was rougher as he grabbed the edge of your skirt trying to lift it up your legs.
“Ransom no!” You cried, trying to grab your hem and fight it from his hand but his other hand simply grabbed both of yours and held your hands in place as he pushed your skirt up enough so he now had full access to your throbbing pussy. You tried to clench your thighs together to keep his hands away but it was no use with his body in between your legs and pushed so close to yours.
You bit your lip and you knew Ransom could feel how wet you were, as he cupped your mound, how you were throbbing against his hand.
A shit eating grin spread across Ransom’s face as his fingers slid between your folds causing you to gasp. Ransom tsked at you. “Who’s the actress now, darling?” he leaned in to steal a kiss from your lips and you let him.
Let him deepen it and sweep his tongue across yours, as his fingers rubbed against your folds, earning a low moan from you. “Let me have you sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine.” he whispered sweetly, as his thumb traced over your clit and you let out a high keen.
You could already feel how close you were, your body wanting, needing this release that only he could give you. Ransom lets go of your hands and you wrap them around his neck, trying to find some sort of footing as the world was being knocked out from underneath you as your orgasm crashed over you.
You tried to muffle your scream in his neck and felt tears in your eyes at how intense your release was.
“Wow. For someone who hates me so much, you came so quickly.” he chuckled, rubbing a few more small circles on your clit before he pulled his fingers out of you and sucked on them. “Fuck. I’ve missed the way you taste, darling.” He moaned, and before you could wipe away the evidence Ransom noticed the tears in your eyes.
“I know those aren’t tears of sadness.” He cocks an eyebrow. “You’ve always been sensitive, darling but I’ve never gotten you to cry before.” he chuckled and then you watched with heated cheeks as he clicked it all together and then smiled. “How long has it been for you? The whole five months?”
You don’t answer him, you only try to turn your face away from Ransom, but he grabs your chin and makes you look him in the eyes. He’s always been able to read you like a book.
“You haven’t been able to come at all have you?” he laughed and then his smile twisted into something cruel and mocking. “Not even with all those men you’ve been fucking huh? Nobody has been able to make this pussy sing have they? That’s so sad, darling. To go all this time and deny yourself when you could’ve just come back and I would’ve gladly ruined you-” He stopped himself and laughed before continuing. “But I guess I already have haven't I?”
He kissed you harshly, your chin still gripped in his hand. “Because this pussy knows who it belongs to. And you know it too.”
“No.” You whispered weakly.
“Oh yes, Y/N. We are made for each other and there’s no walking away from me this time sweetheart. I’m going to have to think of some way to tie you to me. Maybe I'll give you a kid or two. I know we both aren’t very fond of children but there may be no other option to make sure that you won’t leave me next time we have a fight.”
“No, Ransom.” you said your voice filled with panic. Ransom quickly hushed you by putting his lips back on yours in a searing kiss. 
“Shh, it’s okay sweet girl, you'll learn to love me in time.” His smile wicked. “Besides, I think I like the idea of little boys with their dad’s good looks. Maybe later, maybe for now I’ll just stick to tying you to our bed and fucking you senseless until you see my side of things.” 
You watched as Ransom pulled away from your lips to whisper in your ear. “But, right now I’m going to fuck you over your desk and have the whole building hear you scream as I break your little dry spell, darling.” 
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worstloki · 15 hours ago
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Loki is just trying to vibe with the Tesseract I swear but meanwhile infinity stones and universe elders are swarming him as if the multiverse revolves around him which *checks notes* yeah actually that sounds pretty consistent with what I’ve seen so far
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cyberbukkake · 18 hours ago
STOPP THEYRE SO CUTE☹️☹️☹️ if they have children’s souls then they were very nice and kind children
yeah ok... ok.. you believe that.
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bearholdingashark · 19 hours ago
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Cablanca Week 2021: July 12 - July 18
Welcome to Cablanca Week 2021! Any type of fanwork/expression of love for this amazing ship is welcome: fic, art, graphics/edits, gifsets, fanvids, fanmixes, meta, headcanons, etc, with no minimum requirements. There is also no pressure to post everyday, so participate as much or as little as you would like! 
Make sure to tag #cablancaweek21 so we can see everything! (Also feel free to tag me. :) I’ll be reblogging everything.) 
Monday, July 12th: Beginnings
Tuesday, July 13th: Home
Wednesday, July 14th: Tropes
Thursday, July 15th: Partners
Friday, July 16th: WIPs
Saturday, July 17th: Crossover/Fusion
Sunday, July 18th: Free Choice
Reblogs are appreciated to get the word out!
(I won’t be tagging people in future posts, but wanted to tag the people who had expressed interest: @ahopelessromanticwritersworld, @nothingeverlost, @gracefulanimation)
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fandompost · 20 hours ago
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Jessica Henwick Boards 'Knives Out' Sequel
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Jessica Henwick Boards 'Knives Out' Sequel
Where in the world is Benoit Blanc?
Check out the full article by Chris Beveridge on The Fandom Post!
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levis-petras · 22 hours ago
hi, sher! for the rivetra prompt (i promise this is not nsfw okay):
petra and levi cleaning an old room together and accidentally locking themselves inside 😚
hi Anya!! i am so sorry took so long but here you go! 💖✨This is set at that old castle in Wall Rose after Trost was invaded! 👀
Word Count: 993
Rating: T
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The sound of the door slamming shut echo around the room, and Petra jerks at her spot. The rags in her hand slap limply against the grimy windows, and she turns, blinking rapidly.
“What the fuck?”
“Captain?”
Captain Levi is glowering furiously at the door as he jams his knee agitatedly against the wooden boards. “This damn door is stuck.”
Petra tugs the kerchief down from her face. “Did you try the handle?”
Her captain throws her one of his filthiest glares. He curls his lip. “Yes, Ral. Of course, I tried the fucking handle.”
“Well, let me try,” she offers. “Maybe it needs a gentler touch.”
She ignores the scoffs her captain gives.
Dumping the sodden rags into the pail at her side, she makes her way across the room, sidestepping debris and rotten furniture to where her captain is waiting impatiently. 
She tugs at the bronze knob and jiggles it. When that doesn’t work, Petra pushes the full force of her weight against the heavy oak panels and twists the handle frantically.
The door still doesn’t budge.
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh,” Captain Levi snaps and crosses his arms. 
“We could wait?” Petra offers and pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Or we could yell for help?”
“The windows face the forest. There’s no one out there for miles.” Captain Levi huffs and rolls his eyes heavenwards. “Trust Erwin to order us out to the middle of nowhere in this shitty-ass dump.”
Petra tries. She really does. But she isn’t able to stop the giggle from leaving her throat.
There is something utterly amusing to see her captain raving and ranting about the state of the dilapidated castle with his cleaning uniform on (that comprises his headscarf and kerchief around the lower portion of his face) and a feather duster in his hand.
“What?”
“Nothing, sir!”
His eyes shift, and he gives her a hard look. “I told you not to call me that.”
“What?” Petra grins. “Do you mean ‘sir’?”
“You know what I mean, Ral. Stop fucking around.”
She laughs, not missing the slight softening in his gaze or the way the tension bleeds from his form. 
“Okay, Levi.”
“Brat.”
Petra beams and moves up to adjust the skewed corners of his cravat. Her fingers smooth out the pristine white fabric with familiarity borne out of habit. “Well, at least you got stuck in a room with me and not someone like Oruo.”
Levi grunts. “I’ll push him out of the window if that happened.”
She snickers under her breath, enjoying the way his neck turns a dull shade of red when the tips of her fingers skim along the skin above his collar. With her task done, she moves on, trailing along the buttoned seams of his dress shirt, delighting in the way his chest heaves as his breathing stutters.
“Earlier, I heard what you said to Eren.”
Petra pauses. She looks up. Meeting Levi’s hooded grey eyes that are boring down at her with an intensity that makes her cheeks flush, she shuffles her feet. “What about it?”
He quirks a brow. “If you said anymore, that kid is gonna put two and two together.”
“No, he won’t,” she argues lightly and allows Levi to rest a cautionary palm on her hip. 
It has been months, and Levi is still hesitant to show his affections with casual touches and murmured verbal assurances. Petra is okay with that. She knows the man isn’t comfortable with such displays, and she loves him for trying.
“Oi, Petra, I mean it. It’s just a while longer,” he says gruffly into her ear, sliding the tip of his nose against her hair, breathing her in.
It isn’t often that they get times like this to be alone—to be together. Petra treasures them all the more for it. Closing her eyes, she presses closer, savouring this small intimate moment that they share. 
Like the rest, she tucks the memory of him—of being in his embrace, of the clean, sharp masculine smell of him in her senses, of the way his heart beats rhythmically beneath his ribs, and how loved and happy and she feels—right into the depths of her soul.
“I know,” Petra sighs and pulls away. 
She looks up and smiles softly, memorising the unguarded way he looks down at her. Captain Levi of the Scout Regiments might be a fearsome and awed soldier, but he is just a man to Petra. 
A man she loves and has willingly dedicated her heart to.
“I’ll be careful,” she promises, offering what she hopes to be a reassuring smile. Petra reaches up to card a hand through his hair, fingers brushing against the short bristles of his undercut. “I won’t do anything to mess this up. Though, you know I hate waiting.”
“Tch,” Levi grumbles something unintelligible, but she can see the bashfulness in his eyes. His grip on her hips tighten. “You’ll probably join Shitty Glasses, eh?” 
“That’s only if Squad Leader Hange wants me.”
“They would. Four Eyes would be fucking dumb if they turned you down.”
Compliments from Levi aren’t as rare anymore, but still, Petra doesn’t think she will ever tire of them. She beams and slings her arms around his neck. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re sweet?”
“Oi, get off. Your hands are filthy.”
She cracks a grin at that and releases him.
Levi clears his throat, looking oddly shy. “Hey, Ral, remember what I said. Keep it quiet. It’s only a while more.”
No more hiding.
The thought of no longer having to hide their relationship and being seen together with Levi like regular couples sends frissons of longing down her back. It feels as though there are a million butterflies taking flight in her gut.
Petra nods, her cheeks flushing. “I know. After the 57th expedition,” she gives him a cheeky grin. “You’re mine.
Levi offers a faint smile at that. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Promise.”
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ganyuslily · 23 hours ago
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pov ure me and u just looked through the whole baal x reader tag but didnt find anything so now u dont know if anyone wrote it or if u came up with it on ur own
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nbarnes · a day ago
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Orange Juice - Chapt. 2
Name of fic: Orange Juice
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x OFC (Penelope), Charles Blackwood x OFC (Madeline), Benoit Blanc x OFC (Penelope) - [one sided]
Plot summary: During the events of We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Madeline Mitchell was the Blackwoods’ housemaid and when Charles comes to visit and ‘help’ the family, he knew something was fishy about him... Meanwhile, before the events of Knives Out, Penelope Matthews was the Thrombey’s gardener and one of the housekeeper (alongside Fran). She was always considered as family like Marta but not to Ransom. Something was fishy about him… And then, both of the families meet for the first time in the investigation of Harlan’s suicide. Drama ensues.
Warnings: Explicit language (mostly from Ransom), mentions of murder, violence and blood, Ransom and Charles (yes, they are both warnings), spoilers for both movies.
Author’s note: This story will be told in many POVs, mainly from the original characters. Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! I am currently working on my writing skills. This is loosely based on the Melanie Martinez song, Orange Juice. Just pretend that the events of both movies happened at the same time. Also pretend Charles didn’t die at the end of We Have Always Lived in the Castle.
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Chapter 2
Penelope’s POV:
Tuesday.
The night of Harlan Thrombey’s birthday. I was working with Marta and Fran, catering and cleaning up after the family’s shenanigans.
“They're putting kids in cages!” Joni grumbled. “I'm not saying that's not terrible, but the parents share some of that blame.” Richard replied, sipping his glass of port. “Why? For wanting a better future for their kids? Isn't that what America's..” Joni snapped. “For ‘BREAKING the law’! Richard hissed, banging his fork against his plate as he spoke.
Marta was leaning against the doorway as she looked at the family celebrating and drinking. I went over to her and stood next to her. “Richard and Joni arguing again?” I wondered, crossing my arms, my Geordie accent coming out distinctively. “Yeah. But I don’t mind. At least there are SOME adults in the family.” Marta chuckled. Her Cuban accent shining through. She was clearly talking about Harlan and Linda.
I chuckled at her remark.
I then realised that one person was not there at the party.
“Where’s Hugh?” Penelope asked Marta. I had to call the playboy asshole Hugh, instead of Ransom. Don’t know why but it was a personal request from him for ‘the help’ to call him Hugh. “I think he’s in Harlan’s office, talking to him about something.” Marta replied.
Just then, the family heard a voice shout out from Harlan’s downstairs office. “I’m warning you!”
Marta and me looked at each other in shock as we looked behind her to see Ransom walk out of the office and out of the front door.
“That was weird…” She murmured.
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3rd person POV:
Wednesday.
The next day, Penelope heard the sound of screaming. She was sharing a room with Fran at the Thrombey mansion. She woke up suddenly and rushed to where the screaming were heard.
“Fran? What is --” Penelope then saw the dead body of Harlan Thrombey, knife on the floor and a slit across his neck.
She froze on the spot. Harlan was dead.
Later on, Fran called the police who arrived as soon as she called them. Then the police called the family about what happened. Penelope was sat outside of the house, on a little bench, her foot moving up and down.
She then saw a mysterious man come out of his car and go over to the 2 police officers. He looked like he was in his 40s, maybe 50s. Sandy blonde hair and bright clear eyes.
She just tried to get her mind out of the gutter as she then looked over towards Marta’s car pull up in the driveway. Meg, Joni and the rest of the family already arrived, well everyone except for Ransom. She saw Meg go over to Marta and comfort her. Marta looked quite nervous and sad about the sudden news that she got.
A few minutes later, Meg goes over to Penelope. “Elle. The police wants to interview you.” Penelope froze again. ‘The police wants to interview me? Why?’ She thought to herself. ‘I guess it was because I was at the party…’
She stood up and went into the room where the officers were holding interviews. Her eyes instantly locked onto the man she saw earlier. Why was he here, she was wondering.
“Mrs Penelope Matthews, isn’t it?” The taller police officer pondered as he held a notebook and pencil in his hand.
“Yes. That is my name.” She replied, looking down onto the ground after she stopped looking at the stranger.
“My name is Lieutenant Elliott and this is my co-worker Trooper Wagner. We are working on this case and we wanted to ask you some questions regarding what happened at the party last night.” He explained. “Please. Take a seat.”
Penelope nodded and did just that, crossing her legs and lifting up her skirt so it wouldn’t get caught in the chair.
“So, Ms Matthews, we would like to know what you were doing at the party?” Elliott questioned her, with him and Wagner sitting opposite her. The mysterious man was sitting behind them, at the piano, flipping a coin.
Penelope stared at the man before answering the question, “Erm… I am a housekeeper and gardener for the Thrombeys. I was at the party, catering and cleaning up after them...” She trailed off.
“Hm.” Elliott replied, writing some notes down in his notebook. “Did you know anything about the family at all?” He asked the second question to her.
“Erm.. No I don’t. I don’t have that privilege.”
After the interview, she met up with Marta.
“Are you okay?” She asked her, sitting next to her, outside. Marta just nodded, her foot shook. She knew something was wrong with her.
Penelope knew that whenever Marta lied, she would throw up so she would just comfort her. Just then, the mysterious man and the officers saw them outside and went to see them.
“Mrs Mitchell, Mrs Cabrera.” Penelope heard the Southern twang behind her and she looked to see the mysterious man. It was him. He was Southern? “My name is Detective Benoit Blanc. I must ask if I can speak to Mrs Cabrera alone?”
She looked at Marta and she nodded at her as permission.
Penelope nodded as she left them alone.
A few days later, it was the will reading and Penelope was at the front of the house, taking care of the plants. Marta, Benoit and the two officers were investigating upstairs. She then heard the dogs barking beside her. Then the sound of a car door closing.
It was the playboy asshole. Hugh ‘Ransom’ Drysdale.
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“Hugh Drysdale?” Lieutenant Elliott asked him as Ransom walked over to the officers, standing near the front door. Penelope looked over to them as they quickly conversed.
“Ransom. Call me Ransom. Only the help call me Hugh.” Ransom retorted.Penelope finished tending the plants and walked over to the front door where they were.
“Okay… This is Trooper Wagner. I’m Lieutenant Elliott. We just wanted to ask a few questions.” Elliott sighed.
Ransom just ignored them as he looked over to them. Then his eyes set on Penelope. He looked annoyed at her as he then looked back to the inside of the house and walked in there.
“Excuse me! Sir? We’re officers of the law!” The officers followed them in the house, Penelope close behind. She stood next to Marta.
“Are you going to run me in? I don’t feel like talking. I’m distraught.” Ransom replied.
‘He doesn’t look distraught to me.’ Penelope thought to himself as she crossed her arms.
“Hey Benny, you want to ask this guy some questions?” Elliott told Benoit, gesturing towards Ransom and then Benoit.
“Alright, what is this? What’s this arrangement?” Ransom wondered, munching on his cookies as usual.
“Mr Drysdale --” Benoit began to ask him before Ransom interrupted him.
“-- CSI: KFC?” 
Ransom then walked off, purposefully bumping into Penelope. She was quite annoyed as she stared at him as he walked off.
A few moments later, the whole family was gathered in one of the living rooms. Penelope was stood next to the sofa that Joni, Meg and Walt’s wife was sitting. Fran came into the room, with a tray of tea in her hands.
“Hey Frannie, how about a glass of milk?” Ransom ridiculed her. Fran just stared at him annoyingly.
“Hey asshole. Not her name, not her job.” Meg grumbled.
“Hey Meg, how’s the SJW degree coming?” He sneered.
“Trust fund prick.” Penelope mumbled and whispered to herself.
Afterwards, Joni, Meg and Ransom was arguing yet again. 
“Up your ass Joni. You’ve had your teeth in this family’s tit for a very long time.” Ransom accused.
“Up your ass? Very nice.”
“As a matter of fact, eat shit. How about that?”
He then pointed at each family member, as well as Penelope, as he continued to tell them, “Eat shit.”
“You self-entitled prick!” Richard shouted at his son.
“I would snap that smug smile…” Joni would say but Ransom would interrupt her.
 And the family started shouting at him.
“Eat shit, eat shit, eat shit... DEFINITELY eat shit…”
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Then, the will reading would begin. And Penelope was surprised at what would happen. 
Alan Stevens opened up the will. “Wow this will be quick.”
He cleared his throat as he began to read it.
“I, Harlan Thrombey, being of sound mind and body, yada-yada-yada. I hearby direct all my assets both liquid and otherwise, I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera and Penelope Matthews. My entire ownership of Blood like Wine Publishing company I leave to Marta Cabrera and Penelope Matthews and the copyright of it's catalog I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera and Penelope Matthews.” Alan explained.
“We are the Thrombeys, goddamnit! This is still our house!” Linda shouted at them before looking over to Alan.
“Oh! Likewise, the house at 2 Deerborn Drive, and all belongings therein, I leave to Marta Cabrera and Penelope Matthews.” Alan finished reading.
The entire family gasped. Well except for Ransom, who was just laughing and walking away. 
Penelope slowly walked backwards towards Marta and Benoit as the family insulted the both of them.
“I think this is the time where you two run away.” Benoit whispered to them as they both held hands and ran towards Marta’s car. She thought she was in slow motion as they jumped into her car. It didn’t want to start as the engine faltered. The family surrounded the car, shouting at them.
Just then, a car horn can be heard and they saw Ransom gesturing them to jump into his Beemer. Marta and Penelope looked at each other before deciding to do just that. They all drove away from the house.
“I think this could be the best thing to happen to ALL of you!” Ransom shouted at them all before driving off with Marta and Penelope.
“What does he mean by that?” Richard replied.
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Author’s note: This is the 2nd chapter, hope you guys liked it! The next chapter is the crossover of Charles, Madeline, Ransom and Penelope. Just a quick summary of Chapter 3, they are all in a diner where they meet.
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supercap2319 · a day ago
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Au Versions of Bill Denbrough& Robert Gray
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nbarnes · a day ago
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Orange Juice - Chapt. 1
Name of fic: Orange Juice
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x OFC (Penelope), Charles Blackwood x OFC (Madeline), Benoit Blanc x OFC (Penelope) - [one sided]
Plot summary: During the events of We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Madeline Mitchell was the Blackwoods’ housemaid and when Charles comes to visit and ‘help’ the family, he knew something was fishy about him...
Meanwhile, before the events of Knives Out, Penelope Matthews was the Thrombey’s gardener and one of the housekeeper (alongside Fran). She was always considered as family like Marta but not to Ransom. Something was fishy about him…
And then, both of the families meet for the first time in the investigation of Harlan’s suicide. Drama ensues.
Warnings: Explicit language (mostly from Ransom), mentions of murder, violence and blood, Ransom and Charles (yes, they are both warnings), spoilers for both movies.
Author’s note: This story will be told in many POVs, mainly from the original characters. Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! I am currently working on my writing skills. This is loosely based on the Melanie Martinez song, Orange Juice. Just pretend that the events of both movies happened at the same time. Also pretend Charles didn’t die at the end of We Have Always Lived in the Castle.
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Chapter 1
3rd person POV:
Tuesday.
Madeline, who was the Blackwoods’ housemaid ever since the parents was poisoned, was preparing lunch for the sisters and uncle Julian. Things were quite different.
“Madeline?”
Madeline looked up to see one of the sisters, Constance, standing at the kitchen door. Her hair was dark and up in curls and her dress was all yellow and flowery, like a sunflower. She wasn’t normally this dressed up, so something was off about today.
“Yes Ms Blackwood?” She mumbled, in her London accent. “Have you prepare the lunch yet?” She asked Madeline with a cheery voice as usual. She was always this positive ever since the accident. “Just making it, Mrs Blackwood.” “Well, make sure there’s an extra plate at the table. Cousin Charles is coming over to visit.”
Madeline froze in place as she put the vegetables in a pot. She remembered the last time he was at the manor.
He was an asshole.
The vegetables made a huge noise as she dropped the vegetables in the big metal pot. ‘Oh no. Not Charles.’ She thought internally.
She then saw Merricat, the other sister, come into the kitchen. It looked like Constance told her the news before her and she looked like she was staring into space, thinking about it. Madeline and Merricat have been the best of friends since she started working for them.
As Constance left the kitchen to do what she normally does, Madeline went over to Merricat, sitting at the table, and placing 4 plates on the dining table.
“Merricat.” Maddie sat down opposite her and placed her hands on Merricat’s. “I know what you thinking and I feel the same way. Hopefully your protective magic is helping us.” She smiled at the young sister.
Merricat smiled and then fiddled with her pigtails with one hand as she held onto Maddie’s hands with the other. She was really quiet most of the time.
“Merricat, I am here for you. If he hurts you, Constance or Mr Blackwood, I’m gonna fucking beat him up. No matter how he sees me. I don’t care if I’m a housemaid, I will still fucking beat him up.” She retorted, rolling her eyes.
Don’t worry, Madeline was allowed to curse in front of her, just behind Constance’s back, that’s all.
Merricat chuckled quietly.
Just then, she heard the front door close. She instantly knew that it was Charles. And Constance was greeting him. Uncle Julian came into the kitchen in his wheelchair and Madeline quickly stood up and continued with the salad before Julian could get suspicious about it.
“Good afternoon, Madeline.” Julian acknowledged her. “Good afternoon, Mr Blackwood.” Madeline replied to him, smiling and then going back to preparing the salad. “The salad will be ready in a few minutes.” She added. “Please Madeline. If I call you by your name, you can call me Julian.” “Of course Julian.” She smiled.
Subsequently, Constance came into the kitchen with ‘cousin Charles’ behind her. Madeline gulped as she looked at them enter the room before turning her head back to the cutting board.
“Constance, I’m surprised your housemaid didn’t come to open the door as I rang the doorbell. It IS her job, and not yours.” Charles remarked before sitting at the end chair, near the kitchen door. Constance sat next to him, on the right of him. “Oh well, she was busy with lunch.” Constance replied, with a happy smile. “Still, she could’ve stopped with making lunch and greet the guests around here.”
Charles’s cold gaze fixed on the anxious housemaid as he arched a bushy eyebrow at her.
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Madeline’s eyebrows would be lowered and pulled closer together. Her eyelids would become squinted and her lips would tighten and curl inwards. And her nostrils flared outwards.She was so annoyed at Charles’s behaviour towards her.A few minutes later, Madeline was still preparing lunch as she heard Charles sigh loudly and shout out, “Hey housemaid! Where is our lunch already?”
Madeline got annoyed by the minute but she couldn’t do anything, otherwise she would lose her job. 
“It will be just a minute, Mr Blackwood.” Madeline confirmed, with a little bit of irritation in her voice, plating up the lunch. She then served it first to Merricat, then Julian, then Constance and then finally Charles. He just stared at her before digging into his lunch.
Madeline just looked at him as he did just that. Constance then told her, “Madeline, can you go and get groceries for next week? Merricat can come with you.” She asked her.
“It’s okay, sister. Madeline can go on her own today.”Madeline smiled at Merricat as she finished cleaning the dishes. She dried her delicate hands on the white cloth and threw it onto the counter before taking off her apron. “Yes, Mrs Blackwood. I will do that, then when I come back, I will tend to the garden.”
As Madeline left to go to the grocery store, Charles then spoke up.
Charles’s POV:
“Constance. Why are you calling the housemaid by her first name? Isn’t it traditional for you to call them Ms or Mrs?” I grumbled at Constance as I finished my lunch and pushed the plate away from me. “Well, we’ve always called her Madeline. We’re not as traditional as our parents.” Constance explained to me. 
I sighed as I stood up and put my hands on my hips. I paused for a moment before saying, “Isn’t the steps to the back door broken? I will go fix them.” I wondered as I asked Constance. She looked so beautiful in her sunflower dress.
“Umm… yes! You can go and fix them.” Constance replied.
I nodded as I went into the garden to fix the steps. I rolled up my arms as I began to take off the boards.
Madeline’s POV:
As I came back from the grocery store, I noticed Charles, at the back door, fixing the stairs. I instantly knew that Merricat was hiding some things in a box under one of those stairs. I ran towards the kitchen and quickly put the groceries away before getting the gardening tools and heading to the garden.
I  ran over to Charles as he found the box Merricat hid. It was too late.
“Constance! Come here real quick!” He shouted out to her. Constance came out from the back door where Charles and Madeline were. “Yes Charles?” “Why is there a box, full of silver coins, hidden under these stairs?” Questioned Charles, showing Constance the box, full with silver coins. “Oh! Merricat always hides those kinds of things.” Constance replied.
Charles got annoyed. And I instantly knew why. He was obsessed with money.
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“Why was she hiding money? It should be in the safe where the other coins should be.” Charles snapped at her. That’s when I spoke up. “Maybe there’s a good reason why she’s doing this.” I shrugged my shoulders.
Charles then stared at me.
“What did you just say? Are you supposed to be talking to me like that?” He criticized me. I stared back at him. I really wanted to punch him in the fucking face. Cause he was an asshole. “I can talk to whoever I want, thank you very much. Just because you’re a guest, doesn’t mean I have to talk to you in a certain way.” Madeline grumbled.
We both stared at each other until Charles’s phone rang. He then sighed as he answered it. “Hello?”
I then looked at Constance and then mentally apologised to her before rushing into the kitchen. I knew she was mad at me, but I was happy that I stood up to Charles the asshole.
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Author’s note: This is my first Charles fic after I watched the movie about 2 weeks ago. Of course, this isn’t my first Ransom fic but I thought the two assholes would go perfectly together in a fic. The next chapter is about Penelope and Ransom, so hopefully you enjoyed this first chapter!
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whenuwalking · a day ago
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watched knives out for the like 4th time sjxnsjdb I love subjecting people to it if they like it they're good
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witnessnb · a day ago
I do actually. I also know archery, throwing knives and throwing axes, and shuriken, as well as bats. Bats are my personal favorite weapon.
AHAAAAAAAAA I WAS RIGHT
thats so badass omfg
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peppermintchaos · a day ago
My brain will not drop the realization that both me and XXXXXXXXXX have a fear of kitchen knifes even if the reasons for the fear are very different shdhhvjf
beta XXXXXXXXXX kinnie confirmed??? /j
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