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abbatoirablaze · 10 months

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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 5

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Warnings: angst, mentions of unprotected sex, mention of minor character death, manipulation, jealousy.

“Hey…how are you feeling?” Princess only whimpered in response from her spot in the lush bed. Bunny gave her a sympathetic look and reached for the medication, quickly uncapping the pain relief, “the doctor said only one every four hours…”

“Bunny, I-“

“No arguments,” she said firmly, “I’m not going to bend the rules for you because you’re my sister.”

“Fine,” she huffed sadly. She reached above the covers and held out her hand, waiting for the oblong white pill to be deposited into it. When Bunny didn’t automatically put it into her hand, Princess sat up, “What?”

“We have to talk about it…”

“I don’t want to, Bunny…” she whimpered, becoming upset that her twin wanted to discuss the matter at hand, “I just want to lay in this fluffy, cloud-like bed and-“

“Princess…”

Her sister’s jaw tightened, “What?”

“The last time I gave you a pill a few hours ago, y-“

“I know what I did…” Bunny sighed, and her sister looked away from her, “I-I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

Bunny looked at her arm, which was now bandaged up, “you blamed me for Hughi-“

“Don’t call him that…”

“We have to talk about this before I help you out anymore, Princess,” Bunny said with finality, “and yes…all of it.”

“Then you can leave,” she growled, shooting her sister a glare, “if all you’re going to do is try to talk about it, then I don’t need you.”

Bunny frowned, “y-you don’t mean that, Cece…”

“Yes I do,” she spat, “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t care. I don’t want to argue it, or talk about it, or-“

“I told Ransom the truth!” Bunny said quickly, cutting her sister off, “so if you think that this whole little event is going to keep him in love with you, despite you agreeing to remove his mark then-“

Princess snapped up from her spot on the bed, “YOU TOLD HIM! BUNNY, HOW COULD YOU?”

“He needed to know, Princess!”

“Ransom didn’t need to know anything!”

“HE SURE AS SHIT DESERVED TO KNOW THAT THE TWO OF YOU RUINED MY LIFE FIRST!” Bunny screamed tired of living her sister's lie, “I CAN’T EVEN BE A MOTHER TO MY SON, BECAUSE YOU WOULDN’T LET ME! BECAUSE YOU WERE JEALOUS THAT HUGHIE LOVED ME FIRST!”

“HE NEVER LOVED YOU!” Princess screamed at her sister through a tear lined face, “YOU WERE JUST THE FIRST OMEGA WILLING TO SPREAD YOUR LEGS AND TAKE HIS SPINE!”

“NO…I WAS JUST THE OMEGA THAT WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK HE WOULD SEE THROUGH YOUR DEMANDING BULLSHIT!”

Ransom’s senses felt like they were on fire. His eyes closed and the scent of sweet whiskey and roses flooded his senses. His panther was ready to push through the surface as his human side was too inebriated to process what was going on.

‘Mate!’ the panther growled, pushing the stumbling teen forward. The scent got stronger with every step, and Ransom felt his arousal growing.

But he stopped on a dime when he saw the needy omega trying to sate her urges on the panther toy. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and her eyes were closed. She was biting down on her bottom lip so hard Ransom was surprised that she hadn’t drawn blood.

In her grip was one of his sweaters.

She was inhaling his scent as she tried to work her way through a breakthrough heat.

A growl tore it’s way through his throat, “omega.”

Her eyes snapped open and she went from a needy panther trying to satisfy her urges to a doe in the headlights. Ransom could smell how ripe her scent was; a flower waiting to be picked by him, “H-Hughie…I-“

He sucked in his cheeks as he slammed the door behind him, being sure that it was locked this time around, “Mate…”

She whimpered, and Ransom growled once more as he smelled the fresh wave of slick that coated her thighs, “a-alpha…I-“

“Need you!” he growled, finishing her words as he stalked towards her, ripping off his shirt and dress pants in the process, “need you, omega…”

“YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME!” Princess accused, “he was supposed to be mine. He was supposed to be-“

“HE WAS MY MATE, BUT HE WAS YOUR OBSESSION!” Bunny screamed, tears sliding down her cheeks as she finally said what she always wanted to at her twin, “HUGHIE WAS MY MATE, CECE AND YOU FORCED ME AWAY FROM HIM!”

Linda’s jaw tensed as she looked between the twins, and finally to the test that sat on the counter, “well this simply will not do…”

“Linda, I-“

Bunny had begun, but she was instantly shushed by her step-mother, “you don’t need to cover for your sister.”

“Wh-what?”

She scoffed, “I should have known…ever since the two of you actively presented and had your first heats when you were twelve…you threw yourself at my son…but I never thought you’d be such a little slut that you would make him spine you, Princess.”

Bunny froze, her gaze snapping to that of her twin sister, “What?”

“Your sister came up to me this afternoon….not twenty minutes ago, handing me this test, and announcing that she was going to be giving me a grand-kit,” Linda hissed, shooting Princess a glare, “she said that when your father and I went on our trip, she and Ransom got drunk during your heats…and that he snuck into her room…and…then this…”

“Princess!” Bunny scoffed, shocked at how her sister had stolen her test and brought it to Linda, acting as though she was the one that it had happened to.

“We simply cannot have this,” Linda said with a shake of her head, “god…your father will lose his mind when he gets home later tonight. How could you do this to our family, Princess?”

“I-“

“Why couldn’t you be like your twin, hmmm?” she mused, shooting Bunny a more compassionate and tender look. Bunny felt a pang in her stomach as her gaze went cold and became directed back at Princess, “she sticks to the rules. She takes her scent and heat blockers…and she doesn’t seduce my son, like some little harlot! Why couldn’t you be more like Bunny, Princess? Were you trying to ruin our family name?”

“L-Linda-“ Bunny attempted to call for her, every intention of setting her straight in her mind.

“I’m going to talk with your father about sending you away!” she said with a shake of her head, “I-we can’t risk you-“

“Risk what?” Princess growled as she cradled her non-existent stomach, “risk bearing a bastard grand-kit?”

“YOU RUINED OUR FAMILY!” Princess screamed at her sister, “HE WAS MEANT TO BE MINE. KINGSTON WAS MEANT TO BE MINE! YOU-“

“YOU MADE DADDY DIE!” Bunny cried, “YOU TOLD HIM EVERY DIRTY LITTLE THOUGHT IN YOUR HEAD. YOU LIED ABOUT ALL OF IT AND STRESSED HIM UNTIL HIS HEART GAVE OUT!”

“YOU’RE THE ONE THAT KILLED HIM!” she spat, “YOU COULDN’T JUST GO WITH IT, AND YOU HAD TO TELL THEM THE TRUTH. THAT’S WHAT REALLY KILLED HIM!”

“It’s for the best…”

Bunny sobbed against her handkerchief, listening to how Linda explained that she was going to send both of them to a boarding school across the country.

Just a few days ago, she’d thought about coming clean and explaining that she was the one that was pregnant, not her sister, but Princess had talked her out of it, saying that their father wouldn’t be able to handle it.

But she didn’t want to believe it.

She didn’t want to think that they would be as upset about it as they were.

So, she had admitted that Princess was lying. That Ransom had come to her room after her heat blocker failed, and he found her in the middle of trying to sate her most primal of urges.

Her father and Linda couldn’t believe it. Her father suffered a heart attack when he heard the news.

Bunny was the golden goose. The one who always listened. The one that always maintained her distance and played good little omega.

“I-I’m sorry!”

“Sorry won’t bring your father back,” Linda said coldly as she didn’t bother looking at either twin, “as far as the rest of the world knows, it’s Princess that is pregnant…you two are going to go with that…”

“I-“

But Bunny closed her mouth when Linda shot her an icy look.

“Princess, pretend to be Bunny…Bunny, pretend to be Princess…as far as the rest of the world is concerned, it’s her that’s giving me a grand kit,” Linda repeated, “have I made myself clear?”

“C-crystal…” Bunny replied, her head instantly bowing so that she didn’t have to look Linda in the eye.

“And neither of you are to ever tell Ransom the truth…understand?”

“Understood!” Princess replied with a nod.

“You ruined everything,” Princess muttered, all cried out from earlier, “Linda will never forgive you for telling him….she-“

“I’m going to visit grandpa Harlan…” she said simply, “and I’m going to take my son…”

“Harlan won’t let you take Kingston…”

“Grandpa knows…”she said slowly, “h-he always knew…he made me take a test when we got home…DNA proof that I’m Kingston’s real mother…”

“Y-you wouldn’t take him,” she said quickly, trying to discredit what her sister was saying, “y-you wouldn’t do that. Not now…not after everything we went through at boarding school. Not-“

“He’s starting to reach out more…starting to really start talking,” Bunny pointed out, “he knows my scent more than yours, despite the fact that we wear blockers and artificial scents….I’m done lying…”

“You didn’t tell Ransom,” she accused after a moment, “not really…because if you did he would have messaged us…”

“How do you know that he didn’t?”

“Where’s my phone?”

“His place…”

“You didn’t tell him,” she repeated, “there’s no way you’d ever tell him…”

“You don’t think so?” Bunny taunted, crossing her arms, “guess you’ll find out when you go back…”

A chill ran down Princess’ spine, “y-you can’t really leave me…”

“You told me to,” Bunny reminded her sister with a shrug, “and for once…I think I’m going to follow the advice and not hate myself for it. The room is paid for up until the rest of the week. Do yourself a favor and take advantage of it…because by the time you have the energy to get up, I’ll be gone…and I'm not coming back for you, Cece.”

Chapter 6

Tag List: @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown

#princess & bunny #a/b/o fic #a/b/o #a/b/o fanfic #alpha ransom drysdale #werepanther #ransom drysdale #ransom smut #knives out au #knives out #linda drysdale #harlan thrombey

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all-hail-the-rx-ft500 · 2 months

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ranking the most unlikable characters from knives out (2019) for my statistics course

hi all! for my statistics course, i have to get at least 100 people to respond to a ranked poll. since knives out is one of my favorite films, i chose to have the respondents rank their top five most unlikable characters from it and thought sharing it on tumblr would be a good place to start. i'm trying to get as large of a sample size as possible, so if you could reblog or share this poll with even one other person who's watched knives out, it would help so much! link's below; thanks for responding!

#knives out #benoit blanc #glass onion #rian johnson #statistics #poll #harlan thrombey #ransom drysdale #daniel craig #chris evans #ana de armas #marta cabrera #jamie lee curtis #linda drysdale #christopher plummer #murder mystery #thrombey #thrombey family #rank

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sequenceofmind · 1 year

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showing my mom knives out and i'm just gushing on about scream queens jamie lee and toni collette everytime they appear on screen

#horror queens #scream queens #mothers #linda drysdale #jamie lee curtis #joni thrombey #toni collette #harlan thrombey #christopher plummer #seqom;film #knives out #seqom;thoughts

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imtryingandtired · 1 year

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Richard barging into the living room: who wants to make five bucks?

Meg: how?

Richard: I need someone to take the fall.

Linda from the upstairs: oh my god-

Jacob looking up from his phone: what did you do??

Richard: yes or no, no questions asked.

Linda: oh my gOD-!

Jacob: ehhh, make it 10!

Richard: done!

Linda: OH MY G O D-!

Richard: you’re a good kid.

*grabs him and runs upstairs*

Linda I got ‘em, don’t worry!

#Jacob ended up just stealing whatever was in richards wallet and still told Linda it was Richards fault #knives out incorrect quotes #knives out #richard drysdale #linda drysdale #meg thrombey #jacob thrombey

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cordelia-street · 1 year

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Just started watching knives out and who the fuck names their kid ransom?

I mean i havent finished the movie and maybe the name plays into some meaning or shit idk

Update: his name is hugh and his middle name is ransom, a little better but still worse

#knives out #chris evans #ransom drysdale #daniel craig #ana de armas #linda drysdale #benoit blanc

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pragmaticdreamers · 1 year

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Tag Drop: Benoit Edition

#The Nurse with the kind heart [Marta Cabrera]#Vultures at the feast [The Thrombeys]#I found it delightful [Linda Thrombey]#You tell her or I will [Richard Drysdale]#In for a penny in for a pound [Hugh Ransom Drysdale]#A caretaker of others' stories [Walt Thrombey]#He's very politically active [Jacob Thrombey]#She's my rock [Donna Thrombey]#Have you seen her instagram she's an influencer [Joni Thrombey]#How's the SJW degree coming along? [Meg Thrombey]#The Patriarch [Harlan Thrombey]#Miles Bron is an Idiot [Miles Bron]#Duke don't dance with pineapple [Duke Cody]#You're a Taurus [Whiskey]#She had the brains and guts for the both of us [Cassandra Brand]#I was just happy to watch [Helen Brand]#Soccer Mom in Beige [Claire Debella]#Are you calling me dangerous [Birdie Jay]#A short stint in retail and birdie jay [Peg]#Not here [Darol]#Too sexy to be a scientist [Lionel]#A Veritable minefield of malapropisms and factual errors [The Disruptors]

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eva-knits12 · 6 months

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Fall Things with Ransom Drysdale

Trigger warning: Ransom Drysdale, Ransom's toxic and manipulative ex, mentions of a chronic illness, angst, fluff.

Summary: Ransom and Louise spend a fall day together. What could go wrong?

Ransom and Louise are dating and living together in this one.

Its a nice, clear day in mid-October. The sun was shining, and it was warmer today than it was yesterday. The temperature was supposed to be 65 degrees and sunny, so you and Ransom would need a sweater. Ransom thought that going for a nice, leisurely walk today would do you both some good. He felt that the sun and getting some fresh, fall air would be a nice break from routine on this nice Sunday.

Ransom gets up, gathers his clothes for the day, and goes into the en suite bathroom. He brushes his teeth and then relieves himself. You wake up, wanting to snuggle into Ransom's chest for a while, like you always did. Ransom would rub soothing circles on your back because you have been waking up in pain, and you've been using your walker more often lately.

Ransom sees that you've woken, and helps you to the side of the bed. He grabs your walker, and places it in front of you, and kisses your forehead. He then helps you up, and stands behind you. The feeling of passing out right now is high right now, seeing as that you've been lying in bed for so long. When the feeling passes, Ransom helps you take your first step of the day,

Ever since your health started to decline, you're motto is "Get two feet on the ground, and it's a great day." Ransom was in awe of your strength and courage in facing the unknown right now. It would break the old Ransom, but the new Ransom was there for you. He encouraged you when you felt frustrated, let you cry when you needed to break down, holding you close, and saying that you'll get better, and that you're so strong, and you have more courage than he does. He even took you to PT, OT, and your doc appointments, and even helped you with your PT and OT exercises when you were both home. He even held you when you went to sleep because your bad days wore you out, and you needed all of your energy to do things.

Ever since you entered Ransom's life, he's been smiling more, laughing more, and he was even becoming a much better person. He was in love in with you, that was a given, and it was his first relationship that was a healthy, adult relationship. His last relationship was so toxic that he had been doing cocaine again. Well, he had managed to get himself into rehab, and he got treatment. He hasn't used in three years, thanks to Ransom finally making some much needed changes in his life, and one of those changes was you. For the first time in years, his life finally started to take a turn for the better. He had stability, thanks to his job at Blood Like Wine, he had structure, thanks to his job at Blood Like Wine, and he was much happier. He had finally grown up when he was rehab.

Ransom and you shower and you both get dressed. You don't need to shave your legs today, and that's a plus for you. After Ransom helps you get dressed, he then carries you bridal style over to your vanity table, and puts some gel in your hair. He stands behind you, and combs your hair, and then kisses your forehead head.

As you're putting on you're makeup, Ransom goes to the garage and pulls out the wheelchair from the BMW. He knows that you're having a bad day today, and he didn't want to tire you out.

You are dressed in sweats and your favorite hoodie, and Ransom is wearing khakis and his favorite cable knit sweater. You and Ransom then go and eat some breakfast, and he makes some pancakes with some sausage and fruit.

After breakfast, Ransom's maid cleans up. He loads you in the Lexus, and loads the wheelchair into the Lexus. Ransom then drives to the local pedestrian mall, and you two get a coffee and he walks while pushing you in the wheelchair. After a while, he hears a familiar laugh.

"RANSOM! How are you? And who's this?" says his ex.

"Tiffanie, don't you have some old dude to be entertaining?" says Ransom, clearly annoyed that his ex was here. You take a sip of your coffee, and Ransom is just wanting to walk away right now, and enjoy this day that he planned.

"Tiffanie, this is my girlfriend, Louise," says Ransom. Ransom grip has now tightened on your wheelchair, and you put one hand on his forearm in an effort to calm him.

"Can she even walk? She looks healthy, so why isn't she walking?" says Tiffanie.

"Is she lazy?" asks Tiffanie.

"I have multiple sclerosis! I've had it ever since I was 17. Do you think I even want to be in a wheelchair? I don't even want to be in a wheelchair! But, since my health and my body are failing me right now, and walking and standing for long periods of time is not only painful, it wears me out! Do you even think I want to be here right now? It's not easy having to deal with a chronic illness, especially MS! It just sucks, and today, I'm having a bad day!" You realize that you're legit angry right now. Tiffanie isn't showing you pity, she thinks your lazy! You are far from lazy, but having MS is no picnic, and today is one of those days.

Ransom kisses the top of your head, proud that you stood up for yourself.

"Tiffanie, I think you better go," says Ransom.

"No. I can't. Otherwise, Linda won't pay me, and Richard will break up with me," says Tiffanie.

Ransom whips out phone faster than he's ever done this before.

"Wait, Linda and Richard put you up to this? What in the actual fuck?" says Ransom, waiting for Linda to answer. The phone goes to voice mail.

"LINDA, CALL ME BACK AS SOON AS YOU GET THIS! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? SENDING TIFFANIE AND PAYING OF MY EX LIKE THIS? ARE YOU GODDAMN INSANE, LINDA?" Ransom was screaming.

"Oh, Rannie. It will be like old times, and you can have all the coke you want. You can have all the sex you want with me. Richard won't mind", says Tiffanie.

"You just gave me two reasons to NOT get back together with you, Tiffanie. Leave! NOW!" says Ransom.

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"Tiffanie, is it? Look, I've only know Ransom for nine months, and he's the sweetest, and most caring, and loving man I've ever met. He takes care of me. He knows when I'm having a bad day. We talk about anything and everything. We have movie nights. We spend time as a couple. And he doesn't need you," you say.

"Tiffanie, I really don't need this. It took me three years to finally be free of coke, to be free from your grasp, to be free from all of the hell you put me through. The name calling, the snorting of coke just to actually feel something, the overdose, the withdrawals, your constantly cheating on me, and the fact that we couldn't do anything without coke being involved," says Ransom.

"Ransom, let's go, you really don't need this," you say.

Tiffanie reluctantly leaves, and Ransom answers his phone.

"Linda, why? I've come to far to go back. Louise is the woman I love, she's the woman I rightfully deserve. How did you know that we would be going for a nice walk today?" asks Ransom.

"I see," says Ransom.

Ransom was pissed off, to say the least. After, he buried his head in your shoulder, and burst into tears. You just put your arms around him, and just held him.

"Ransom, listen to me. My sweet boy, you really don't need this. You had no idea that this was going to happen. You take such great care of me, and I'm forever grateful for that. I couldn't get through my bad days without you. You take me to PT, OT, my doctor's and neurologist appointments. You make sure that I get some exercise, and you even do my PT and OT exercises with me at home. You play such an important part in my MS, and you don't ask for anything in return," you say.

"I don't know what her deal is, and the fact that Linda put her up to this, and she's cheating on Linda with Richard. Did Richard also put her up to this?" you ask.

Ransom slowly nods his head, his eyes blurry with tears.

"I see," you say.

"Look, Ransom. I'm here for you, okay? I'll always be here for you," you say.

"Why can't anyone else, with the exception of Harlan, see that what I deserve to be is happy? You make me feel that way every single day. You don't care what you can or can't do. You get up every day, and face the day, with a smile on your face, and two feet on the ground. In your eyes, that's a good day. I love your courage and your strength. I love you," says Ransom.

You tear up at this. You will always love Ransom.

"I love you, too, Ransom. Look, your family thrives on dysfunction and drama, and Tiffanie, Linda and Richard did all of this just to create drama. Don't worry, because word will go right to Harlan," you say.

"Let's go. I don't want to be here anymore," says Ransom.

Ransom starts to push you to the Lexus, and loads you in. Tiffanie comes back, and starts to plead her case. Ransom is more pissed off now than he was several minutes ago.

"TIFFANIE, I SAID LEAVE! NO AMOUNT OF MONEY IS GOING TO CHANGE THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT LOUISE! SO YOU CAN JUST TAKE YOUR MONEY AND SHOVE IT! I DON'T NEED THIS! LOUISE DOESN'T NEED THIS!" screams Ransom.

"What I deserve to be is happy, and Louise makes me feel that way every day. She doesn't care what her body can and can't do. Instead, she wakes up, faces the unknown, and puts two feet on the ground. In her eyes, that's a good day. She has more courage and strength than I have, and I am in awe of that. I love her for that, and I love her for her inner beauty. I love her because her inner beauty makes her outer beauty shine even more. She puts others first, and that's another thing I admire about her. Before you say anything else, Louise is my future, and for once, my future looks bright, not bleak. That is the woman I love, that is my future wife, that is the mother to my two children, and what she goes through during the course of a day makes me love her even more," says Ransom.

"I love you, too, Ransom," you say, giving Ransom a loving kiss when he enters and sits down in the driver's seat of the Lexus.

Ransom and you head back home, and Ransom's maid makes you both grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch. Dessert is chocolate chip cookies.

The evening is spent watching movies, and you and Ransom fall asleep in each other's arms. Tomorrow was unknown, but it would be better than today. In a few weeks, Ransom would propose, and then disown Linda and Richard.

For Ransom, this was love. Ransom looked at you with awe and love. You fell asleep on his chest, and you woke up the next morning, Ransom rubbing soothing circles on your back. Ransom looked at you with awe and love.

"Good morning, Louise. I love you. I love you so much," says Ransom.

"Good morning, my sweet boy. I love you. I love you so much, Ransom," you say.

You and Ransom both have smiles on your faces.

#ransom drysdale #toxic ex #linda and richard drysdale #couple goals #fall vibes #love #fluff

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high-quality-tiktoks · 1 year

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I think about this movie approximately 150 times a day

#video #tiktok #tiktoks #knives out #linda drysdale #ransom drysdale #meg thrombey #joni thrombey #walt thrombey #donna thrombey #jacob thrombey #richard drysdale #funny #lmao #relatable #mood #figandthecigfigs

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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I’m Not Supposed to Play with Boys

Summary: Ransom always gets what he wants. Even if he has to wait.

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, (step) dad’s best friend, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, age gap, dirty talk, D/s dynamics, degradation, teasing, edging, female masturbation/humping, fingering, finger in mouth, humiliation, body writing, oral sex (M receiving), daddy kink, voyeurism, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.6K

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Your dad looks at the rear view mirror. Watching your face as the car looms ever closer to the Thrombey estate. You try to remain neutral in your thoughts as more and more of the animal statues come into view. Counting each one because the closer they were, the closer you got to the mansion. And you hope that the person you had been longing to see was there.

Your dad sighs, and you look at the reflection of his cobalt eyes, “Ransom is going to be here today, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

“You’re not my real dad, and I’m not a child.”

“You are visiting from college, and this is my friend’s family home,” his voice gets a bit more of an edge to it, and you roll your eyes. He was so predictable. Expected perfection from you. Because you reflected on him.

“Honey, just listen to your dad,” your mom yawns, pushing her seat back, and closing her eyes. There wasn’t even that much further to go, and she was already sleepy from who knows what. Your step-father rolls his eyes as the creepy estate comes into view, but that pretty little Beemer was nowhere insight.

“Do you think Linda would mind me taking a nap?” Your mom pets on his arm, and you feel like getting sick. She was more of a friend than a mother. She had you when she couldn’t even legally drive. It was like the two of you had grown up together. And sometimes you wondered if she was still trying to sew her wild oats.

He slowly removes his foot from the accelerator, throwing the car into park, “I’m going to see if they need any help in the kitchen,” you jump out before he could say anything. He was going to wait outside with the family, while your mother took her ‘nap’. You were going to wait where you could hopefully see that Beemer drive up. They didn’t need help in the kitchen. Everything was already outside. But you did exactly what Ransom had asked you to. And now you wait.

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Ransom spots his best friend’s car, and gets a big grin on his face. He was told that you were home from Harvard. He doesn’t waste time saying his hellos, he needs a snack. From the kitchen. Into the house he walks, and straight into the kitchen. He must have been quieter than he had thought. You hadn’t noticed him.

Your back is to him, and he notices slow little movements forward. Right at the table. A soft little whimper is music to his ears. He opens up a cabinet for a packet of cookies, and you push off the table, “What cha doing?” He looks all the way down your body before meeting your stare with an arrogant grin.

“N-n-nothing,” you answer quickly. Smoothing down your dress as you look at anything that wasn’t him. You have never been more embarrassed in your life.

“Looked like you were humping the edge of the table. Where you fucking my grandpa’s table?” You shake your head no, starting to retreat out of the kitchen. “Wait. I’m not finished talking to you. If I happen to lift that little skirt of yours am I going to see that pretty pussy wet?”

“Um…no,” why was him embarrassing you like that making you more heated? Why was there a fresh gush of your juices to your core at the sound of his voice?

“Be a good girl, and lift up your skirt. Come on, I wanna see. Just wanna know if you’re still a desperate little slut for me,” slowly you lift up your skirt, and indeed the cotton gusset of your panties are darkened with your slick. “You were saying?” He chuckles, looking back up at you.

“I’m sorry, Ransom. I…”

“Oh, sweet little princess, what made you so weak in the knees? What’s got you all needy and grinding on that old table?”

Your eyes drift down to the floor, and your cheeks heat up in flames. He was going to make you say it, and you couldn’t. You mustn’t. “You know who.”

“Yeah, but that crush was a couple of years ago. You can’t still have a thing for little ole me, right?”

“I — I had sex like you asked. I’ve got experience now,” your voice is desperate when you try to tell Ransom that you followed his rules for you when you graduated. You followed his instructions perfectly. Listened to every word. “I…”

“And you’re still a needy fucking thing. What is that you want? You want to suck my fat cock?”

“Yes! Please!” Ransom’s mouth turns up into a devilish smirk. Lifting his hand up, he curls his finger, beckoning you to him.

You get almost to him, but he backs away, “No, no. Show me what you were doing just a minute ago. But hold your skirt up. I wanna watch. Show me how you get off when you think of me,” you gulp deeply as you walk back to the edge of the table. Lifting up your skirt when you settle yourself on the mahogany. Your lips spread over the wood, and it touches right on your clit, and you start grinding on it.

“There ya go. I bet that feels good on your desperate little cunt, hmm? You thinking of my cock splitting you open?”

“Yeah,” whining as you grind down even harder.

“Fucking you so hard that your head is pounding on headboard.”

“Yeah. Yes!”

“Have you screaming out ‘Fuck me harder, daddy,” your hips race your forward. Getting so close that you're panting out his name. Getting just right to edge, when Ransom places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you off the table, “I didn’t say you could come, you greedy little slut. Now let’s see how wet you are,” he shoves his fingers into your panties, and you moan when he gathers up your slick.

Holding out his hand, he stretches his fingers out, letting you see just how sticky and wet the mess in your panties is. Smiling at his fingers before he presses them past your lips, “Be a good girl, and clean me off,” closing your mouth around his fingers, you suck yourself off him. Circling your tongue around his thick digits. Almost creaming your panties when you hear him moan.

“Now, let's go say hey to your dad. I’m sure a good handshake covered in your juices is just what he needs. Stay wet and messy,” he walks out, leaving you alone and uncomfortable with how wet you are. Nothing left to do but follow him outside.

——

Ransom smirks at you from across the lawn. He has been having a steady conversation with your dad, but his eyes are always on you. He knows how uncomfortably soaked you are, and he finds it hilarious. It is a game to him to lick his lips, and readjust himself. Waiting until you were swishing your thighs together when you see his thick girthy cock in his palm. It was unfair.

Grunting, you stomp back inside. Needing to get something to drink. Who knew, maybe even taking a cold shower. Anything had to be better than what Ransom was doing to you. And the worst part was he knew! He knew that he was driving you crazy.

“Did I make you mad, Princess?”

“You’re making me crazy! I’m soaked, and I’m horny, and you knew. You knew what you were doing when…”

“You don’t like me teasing you?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you shake your head no. Ransom looks you up and down as he steadily walks closer to you. Getting right in front of you when he leans to your ear. Sniffing up the side of your neck. His breath on you went straight to your core as more slick floods your underwear, “Get on your knees.”

“What?” What was his game? What did he want from you?

“Get on your knees, and suck my cock, Princess. It’s hard and waiting on your filthy little mouth. Get on your knees now,” turning around, you can see the party going on outside. He wasn’t serious. The window was right there. Your dad was right there. With a view straight inside to you and Ransom.

“You want my cock? Well, here it is,” you look down between the two of you and his pretty cock is the only thing separating you. Beads of precum at the tip making it look all glistening and pretty, and you crave to taste it.

His thumb rubs over his slit, smearing his leaking juices over his thumb, and he paints the liquid on your lips, “Suck. My. Cock,” slowly you sink to your knees, kissing up his protruding vein, “As much as I would like for you to take your time, we do have an audience out there. You wouldn’t want daddy to see me fucking your pretty little face, would you?”

“Uh-uh,” you whine as he pushes his length into your mouth. You hollow out your cheeks, and grip the back of his thighs. Rolling your eyes up to look at him. His hand pets over your neck a moment before he starts thrusting into you. You let him take control. Allowing him to use your mouth as his personal fuck toy.

He holds tightly to your head as he fucks into you. His eyes moving from your pretty face, stuffed with him, and then out to the guests outside, “Have you seen my daughter?” Your dad yells. You try to scurry away, but Ransom holds you tighter. His pelvis propelling into you more.

“No. I think she had an upset stomach. Maybe she’s been stuffing her mouth full,” Ransom snorts. Casually talking to your dad while he drives into you. He glances back down to you. Your weight had settled on one of his feet, and while he was fucking your face, you were grinding on his foot like a bitch in heat.

“You think daddy can hear you gagging? You think he knows that you're drooling for my cock?” You whimper, holding onto him tighter. Undulating your hips, and soaking his foot with your arousal. You are dripping wet. Needy and ready to come. Sputtering around his member, your drool leaks down your neck. “You filthy little slut couldn’t wait for me to fuck one of her holes, could she? You gonna be my little slut? You gonna call me daddy instead?”

“Mhmm,” he pulls himself out of your mouth, and you gasp for air. Your lungs sting as oxygen rushes to fill them up. His cock slaps across your face, and you don't understand.

“Say it. Call me daddy. Tell me how bad you want my cock. Even though I feel that sloppy cunt throbbing on my foot. I need to hear you say it.”

“Daddy, I want you to fuck my face. Need you to come in my throat?” Grabbing your head, he crams himself back into your mouth. Stabbing into you so fast. So deep he was making your throat bulge out. And your body hunger for more air.

“Daddy’s gonna give it to you. Almost there. Gotta hurry. Can’t let anyone see you being my pretty little slut. Taking this big fat cock like a good girl. Uh! Uh! Oh!” His head tilts back, and his load shoots into the back of your throat. You moan at the salty musk that is Ransom. Your hips fuck down on him harder. Getting right there…

“I still didn’t tell you to come,” he meanly states, pushing you off him.

“Ransom! That’s not fair! I want to come, too.”

“What did you call me?”

“Daddy!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” his voice is so patronizing as he lifts your skirt, “Spread your legs. Let daddy see what a pitiful little pussy this is,” you do as you're told, and he moves your panties aside. Staring at your pulsing cunt with a smile. “Pitiful,” he lets a drip of his spit drop onto your pussy, and you moan at the cool sensation.

“What’s going on?” Your dad’s shadow falls into the kitchen, and over Ransom’s back, and you slap your hands over your skirt, covering yourself up.

“Oh, she fell,” Ransom says quickly. Nodding to your dad as Ransom offers his hand down to him. “I think maybe she should lay down somewhere. She was acting a bit delirious.”

Your dad looks between the two of you, clearly not believing a word that either of you had said, “You’ll miss the fireworks.”

“I’ve seen fireworks before. Ransom is right, dad, I just don’t feel right. Must be all the excitement today.”

“Go upstairs, third door on the left. There’s a window that you’ll be able to see all the fireworks,” you give him a nod as you walk up the stairs slowly. “Is everything okay?” Ransom asks with a smirk. He caught him spitting into your cunt. He knows his friend saw you all spread out for him.

“She fell, huh?” He asks. His eyes darkening as he walks closer. Looking down at the floor to see a wet spot. You were messy.

“Yep,” Ransom answers, popping his p. He holds his hands out shrugging, “I don’t know what to tell you. Your daughter is clumsy. She tends to make a mess, too. Did you know she was a messy little thing?”

“She’s not my real daughter,” he had to add that little bit of information. Had to let Ransom know when he was looking at you, it was okay.

“Yeah, but you did really marry her mom. Maybe you should go outside, daddy-o. Isn’t your wife finally awake?” He shakes his head no, starting to walk back out. Flinging his head towards the door. Wanting Ransom to follow. He had no such plans. He was going to fuck you during these fireworks. “Are you that lonely that you need me with you?”

“Are you?” His eyebrow cocks up, “Do you need me with you?”

“Touché. Listen, I don’t want to be crass, but…”

“She fell, huh? Is she going to fall again?”

“Yep. Fall right on my dick.”

——

“You ready to come, Princess? I got the perfect seat for you to enjoy your fireworks. Look at this seat daddy prepared for you,” Ransom fists his cock a few times as you walk closer to him. “There ya go. You gonna show daddy what you learned in school? I’m sure Harvard is all boring, but what did those boys teach you in your dorm?”

“I want you to fuck me, though,” tonight was all about you doing all the work. You wanted nothing more than for Ransom to take advantage of you. Didn’t care if everyone could hear you screaming. You wanted him.

“Oh, Princess, this first time I want you to show daddy what those silly college boys taught you. Sit on my lap. Let daddy stretch you out,” taking a deep breath, you walk over to Ransom. Straddling his legs, you grab the base of his cock, and run it through your slit.

Looking into Ransom’s eyes, you slowly sink down over him, biting at your lip. None of the boys from school felt like him. None of them looked like him. And when you sink balls deep on him, you know that none of them have ever been that deep. Couldn’t even wish to reach the depths that Ransom did, “Daddy!”

“I know, Princess. Daddy has such a big cock. You just sit like that until your pussy doesn’t hurt anymore. I got her all stretched out, huh?” You nod your head as you bite your lip. Overwhelmed because you finally feel Ransom. Finally have him inside of you. Something you have dreamed about for years. “You feel me in your belly, honey?”

“Yeah. But it feels good.”

“Yeah it does. You gonna let me cum in this tight little pussy? You are so pretty when you’re a mess,” you slowly start to grind over Ransom. Getting a better feel of him before you start to bounce on top of him. Letting your pussy suck him right back in as deep as you could take him. “Your titties do look pretty bouncing in my face.”

Fireworks boom outside the window, but you only see Ransom. His mouth chases your tits, just so he can give your buds a nibble. “Daddy!”

“I know, Princess. Daddy wouldn’t let you come earlier today, because it makes you that much more needy. It hasn’t been that long, and I feel your pussy fluttering around me. My god, I don’t even think I can last.”

BOOM, “Daddy!”

“Tell me what you need, Princess. Let daddy give it to you.”

BOOM! POP! “Daddy!”

“You keep getting louder. They can’t hear you. Tell daddy what you want.”

“Daddy! I wanna come! Daddy, let me come!”

“Your daddy will make sure you come,” Andy steps up behind you, those thick arms wrapping around your stomach. One hand spreads your lips further apart, while the other starts making tight circles over your clit. “Does my sweet girl wanna come?”

“Yes! Daddy, I wanna come!”

“Woah, woah. I’m daddy, and this is my princess,” Ransom pouts up at his best friend. He knew letting Andy watch was a bad idea. Sick bastard.

“Daddy is gonna help you come,” Andy moans, while you continue to ride Ransom, Andy has got you feeling like you're flying. Overstimulated, and then he starts to kiss along your neck, while Ransom starts sucking on your tit. His other hand rolls your nipples between his fingers. Everything felt good. Every part of you feels so fucking good. Your skin is buzzing with euphoria. “Go on, Princess. Come. Daddy’s gonna let you come.”

“Daddy!” You scream as your leg starts trembling. “Daddy! Daddy I’m coming! I’m coming!”

“Fuck, Andy, she’s got me in a vice grip. Squeezing me so fucking hard. There, baby. Keep riding daddy, yeah! Fuck yeah!” You moan as Ransom spurts creamy ribbons of his thick cum deep into your core. Your walls pulse around him, milking every bit of his spend out on him. “Fuck me!”

“I believe she just did. Princess, you okay?” You get a dopey smile on your face, whispering yes. “That was incredible. How long have you two been fucking?”

“Just this once, Andy. Now, I let you play with your daughter a bit, but why don’t you let me clean her up. You’re married. Don’t need to be fucking your daughter anyways.”

“Quit calling her my daughter! She’s not my real daughter,” your eyes start to slowly close as you let your high wash over you. You had him. He was still in you. He had filled you up, and it feels so fucking good.

“You’re just saying that because you want to fuck her. You,” both men stop when you get up, and lay on the bed on your back. “Princess, why don’t you spread your legs,” your eyes fully close, and you spread your legs. Putting your gaping cunt on display for both men.

They stare at your pretty and stretched out channel, and when Ransom's cum starts to leak out, they both gasp. “My god if that isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“She’s on birth control. Her mom was scared she was sleeping around too much in college. Let me guess, that was your doing?”

“Yeah, I don’t do virgins. They get attached too easily. Plus, I had her riding daddy’s cock like her life depended on it. Could you see how deep she took me from your angle?”

“Yes,” Andy rolls his eyes. “Saw you destroying her pussy.”

“Just wait until I fuck her. Mmm, my cock is getting hard again. If you don’t want to see me fuck your daughter in her sleep, I suggest you leave now. Because I’m going to fuck that slut right into the mattress. It’s too soon to share her. You were supposed to just watch.”

Andy Barber never just watches. He would fuck you too. He’d make Ransom watch as he pounds into you. Instead of going to you, Ransom grabs up a pen, “What are you doing?”

“Reminding her,” he says, scribbling ‘obedient’ on one inner thigh. ‘Good girl’ written on the other. “Princess, who owns your pussy?”

“You do, daddy. That’s daddy’s pussy,” Ransom looks back at his friend with a smile. “It’s all daddy’s. Whenever daddy wants it.”

“Daddy’s cumdump?”

“Uh huh,” you smile as he writes cumdump on your belly.

“Daddy's pretty little cum princess.”

“Yep,” Andy stomps out of the room, making sure to slam the door. And you pout up at Ransom.

“He’s just jealous that I’m going to pump you so full of cum, you won’t know what to do with yourself. My pretty little princess cumslut.”

“Just daddy’s.”

“Unless daddy wants to share?”

“Unless daddy wants to share,” oh Ransom is going to have too much fun with you. His personal little sex toy. One he was going to have a lot of fun playing with. And showing off. His little fuckdoll that wanted him to do whatever he wanted. And he would. “Daddy, I’m sleepy.”

“You want daddy to hold you while you take a nap?” Nodding your head, you make grabby hands up at Ransom, and he crawls into the bed beside you. “Okay, get some sleep, Princess. You gotta be rested, so I can fuck you, right?”

“Right. Shh.”

“I know. Sleep. Dream. And I’ll be right here.”

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 25

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Ransom had been waiting at the door like a lost puppy when Linda opened it. Her brow raised as she looked at her son, “Hugh…”

“Linda…what did you do to my-Jess…”

“Relax, Hugh, she’s fine,” Linda shrugged, grabbing her son’s arm to turn him around so that the two of them could go down the stairs together, “Just a bit of girl talk. Be a good boy and walk me back down to the party.”

“I don’t tru-“

“I-I’m fine, Hugh…” Jess said quietly from her spot on the bed. He rushed past his mother, pulling his arm out of her grasp, and cradled his ex-wife’s face, “Hugh…wh-what are you doing?”

“She didn’t remove your brain and eat it or anything, did she?”

Jess sighed, her own hands reaching up to put over Ransom’s. The smallest of giggles poured from her lips and he felt his heart flutter as a small smile found its way onto his face, “I’m fine…I promise. Let your mom take you downstairs…I’ll be there in a second, okay?”

He gave out his own heavy sigh, before leaning his forehead against hers, “Jes-“

“I’ll be down in a second,” she reminded him softly, brushing her nose against his, “make sure your grandfather isn’t spoiling Evan and Rose rotten.”

He chuckled, “You know he is.”

“All the more reason,” she giggled. She leaned forward ever so slightly and pressed her lips against his. He breathed a sigh of relief into the kiss before pulling away. He shuddered and she frowned, concern lacing her features, “Hugh, are you okay?”

“Just-I-I missed this…”

“Me too,” she admitted softly, before gently pushing him towards the door once again, “Go with your mom…I’ll be downstairs in a second.”

“I’m sure she already left me behind,” he chuckled, not bothering to look to see if his mother was still waiting on him, “She’s not one for PDA, or romance, or even love.”

“That’s what you think…”

Ransom backed away from his ex-wife, his brow raising, “do you know something I don’t, Jess?”

“Just that your mother cares a lot more than what you think…” she hinted, standing. She bent over the corner of the bed and started to reach for her clothes. Ransom was unable to hold back the soft growl that tore from his throat as he admired her naked body. She stood, tossing her garments onto the mattress and raised a brow playfully at her ex-husband, “hey…down boy. We just did the dirty…”

“And we were well on our way to round two…” he reminded her with a smile as he took a small step forward, “you know…you make me very ready for a second round…and a third….and fourth…a-“

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale!”

A smirk built itself up on his face, “oh…use the mommy voice on me again…”

“You’re incorrigible.” She giggled as she started to get dressed.

He smirked, pulling her towards himself, “Don’t I know it.”

“Get out,” she giggled, pushing him away from herself ever so slightly. He pouted but started to back off. Jess smiled, following him back to the door, only to tuck herself nearly behind it once he passed through the frame, “I’ll be down in a sec. I love you!”

And before he could respond, she shut the door on him.

“I was still looking at that!”

Jess burst into a fit of giggles, hearing him sulk off just a few seconds later. Slipping back into her clothes, she made quick work of being in the room.

Linda’s words continued to echo through her head. Lily had admitted to her grandmother that she thought Jess was a poison in their family. That she was trying to get rid of her like she got rid of Curtis.

Thoughts of anger filled her as she started walking down the stairs and towards the lively family party that was happening in the parlor. From what she had remembered of Curtis he was a very present father with his daughter. And she was very much a present mother in her own children’s lives. Not only that, but she always tried to be there for Lily, despite the partying, and drugs, and the cheating.

So why was she the poison?

“Oh Jessica, there you are!” Linda smiled, waving her over. Another burst of rage hit her square in the face when she saw Lily’s mother trying to get Ransom’s attention. She couldn’t help but smirk at how her ex seemed to pay her no mind though. But when that didn’t work he began to not so eloquently tell her to eat shit.

Suddenly she felt a new emotion surging through her as she made her way towards them.

Power.

She looked at Linda, who smiled, and she knew that their was a mutual understanding of what she was feeling. Ransom looked away from his ex and towards Jess right as she stopped in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards herself.

Their lips met, and Ransom instantly felt himself melting against her. Behind him, Jess could hear Ransom’s ex groaning about ‘having some decency’ and not ‘doing that in front of everyone.’ When she pulled away Ransom looked very much like he was drunk; happily clinging to Jess’ waist.

“Of course. The boy is just like his father, trying to recruit a harem of women!” Joni grumbled.

“Don’t loop me in with that. I’m not a part of whatever that is!” Lily’s mother grumbled in response as she looked at the couple.

“Why exactly are you here?” Linda asked dryly, “I mean, it’s obvious that you’re not with my son…so what brings you to our family gathering at our family estate, when you clearly aren’t family anymore.”

“Well, Linda…family is there for you through thick and thin,” she spat, referring to how the case had gone the other day, “not just until it’s inconvenient.”

“You’re all too right,” Linda smiled, pulling a box from her pocket. Ransom’s eyes went wide as he recognized the box Linda held. She turned towards her son and handed it to him, “Hugh…you asked for this years ago…and I was wrong in not giving it to you.”

“What is that?” Lily asked curiously.

“You’re giving him the family ring?” Walt asked, rising up in his seat, “That’s an abom-“

“It’s rightfully his!” Linda spat, sparing her brother a look, “you and I both know it, Walt.”

“Th-the family ring?” Ransom asked breathlessly as he looked at his mom, “mom…th-this was passed down Thrombey to Thrombey. I-“

“You are a Thrombey, Hugh,” Linda sighed, brushing some of the hair from her son’s face, “Despite baring your father’s name, you are a Thrombey.”

“She’s right…” Harlan spoke from his corner of the room. Evan helped him get up from his chair and walk over to where all the action was going on, “Your mother is right. Years ago, when you were a boy…I gave the ring to your mother and asked that when you grew up and found the woman that was to be your wife, she gives it to you.”

“But I-“

“You have my blessing, Hugh,” Linda replied thoughtfully, giving Jess a soft look, “Jessica and I had a talk upstairs…and I told her that I saw everything she’d done. Evan is a wonderful little boy who is every bit as much of his father…Rose is an angel. And what she’s done with you…”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Hugh…I haven’t seen this side of you since you were a little boy,” she sniffled, looking at her son, “I haven’t seen my little Hugh in so long. The sweet natured, loving young man…but she brings him out of you. Jessica does that for you…she’s an amazing mother to your children, and was an even more amazing wife to you…and as a mother…you only want the best for your children…Jessica is the best woman for you…”

Ransom nodded, stifling a few tears before they fell down his cheeks as he accepted the ring, “th-thank you, mom…”

He turned to Jess and the box opened. She gasped, “Hugh…”

“Jess…you and the kids are the only things that truly matter to me. I-I’ve been a mess without you, and I don’t want to keep doing this. I-I want us to be together again. I want you to ma-“

“We should finalize our divorce.”

The air in the room felt stale all of a sudden. The tension rose like a curtain, so thick that you could barely breathe.

“Wh-what?”

“Clearly us trying to be Drysdales isn’t working,” she answered softly. She bit her lip and looked at Linda for a moment, and the older woman caught wind of what she was saying, while Ransom still looked very much confused. She reached forward and wrapped her arms around Ransom’s waist, “Hugh…maybe we’re meant to be Thrombeys…”

The tension in the air broke and Ransom smiled, “you think so?”

“It makes sense, doesn’t it?”

He nodded, pulling away from her ever so slightly, so that he could get down on one knee, “Jessica Drysdale…will you let me make you the happiest woman ever? Will you come with me so that I can change my name to Hugh Ransom Thrombey, finalize divorcing me, and then file for a marriage certificate so that you can become Jessica Thrombey?”

The tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she nodded, “Yes…Yes…”

Chapter 26

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