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statisticalcats2 · 8 months

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Knives Out AU where Ransom genuinely makes a deal with Marta to get a cut of the inheritance and he just pragmatically sticks around the house (which is now Marta's) as a buffer and things just kinda happen that make him keep changing the plan, and hey, wouldn't marrying Marta mean he gets more of the inheritance, it's just logical! And it just keeps escalating and cut to like 10 years later to Ransom and Marta at some school play one of their children is in, Ransom's semi-seriously arguing with other parents over whose kid is the most talented, (he has a full-on rivalry with some parent here, it's a whole thing) and "shut up, Meg, this is still all just part of the plan!"

#knives out #knives out 2019 #ransom x marta #ransom drysdale #marta cabrera #sort: sm #pro fiction safe #if you remember seeing a similar post #that was me #blog got nuked #did my best to remember how this post went

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wolfnprey · 11 months

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Fic Rec Friday Fun

rules: share the links to your wonderful words with the most hits/most kudos/most comments/most bookmarks /most words/least words

Tagged By: @honestlydarkprincess

Most Hits:

The Reluctant Shopper

Lydia has dragged stiles shopping for Prom.

Most Kudos/Most Bookmarks:

The Road Less Traveled By

If Harlan wants to leave Ransom to be on his own, fine. He'll show him just what Ransom Drysdale is capable of. or, where Ransom chooses to prove his abilities through means of the non-homicidal variety and finds himself becoming exactly what Harlan was hoping he would.

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Turn the Dial

Without the Avengers, without Tony Stark, and without Captain America, Steve doesn't know what to do with himself. He comes to Westview as a favor, but Wanda makes a convincing argument to stay. Who says there isn't a way to bring Tony back and keep him?

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I've Waited a Thousand Years

One thing Merlin knew with his own soul was that he loved the Great Arthur Pendragon. It had grown slow and over time, but it had surpassed the fates that were prophesized to him the first time he came to Camelot. If only Arthur could have loved him back. Merlin knew he never would, and perhaps it would have made his lord��s death even worse. He had held on to Kilgharrah’s word that Arthur would one day return. Merlin was willing to wait. Then he could redeem himself and make things the way they were supposed to be for the fallen King. Arthur’s expression changed, his brows furrowing and something flickering in those light blue eyes. “I’m sorry, have we met before? Something about you is bloody familiar.” Was it bad that he wanted to shout yes from the rooftops?

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Unvoiced Pleas

He should have known better than to cross paths with a telepath.

I'm honestly surprised that none of my Buddie fics have made it here yet.

Tagging: @oliverstaark @ralsbecket @soldotnaandqueens @trippedandfell @writerbri @useramor

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bishopgirl98 · 2 years

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Updates Coming Soon. It would be wise to check out the pinned posts for dates and titles 👀

#knives out #ransom drysdale #sierra six x reader #my writing #kate bishop x reader #marta cabrera x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #bellamy blake x reader

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 3 months

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A one shot or a complete story I wish to do later.

Ransom Drysdale x Cousin Reader (Former Afghan Citizen)

You avoided Ransom after snitching to your Grandfather, Harlan Thrombey about what you cousin did to you.

Ransom indirectly raped you. Threatened you to sleep with him. One day, you bursted into tears and out of anger, Harlan disowned his favorite grandchild.

Now, Harlan died and gave his fortune to Marta Cabrera. With no one to protect you... Ransom said he wants you back.

Willingly...

"You ruined my life." Your tears pricked your eyes.

Ransom watched you with an unreadable expression.

"I know. And I am sorry. I have seen other guys look at you."

He walked towards you but you tried to leave. He gently grabbed your wrist.

"I love you."

You squirmed to break free.

Then you felt something solid placed in the palm of your hand.

A book?

Your eyes blinked in confusion.

Ransom commanded you to open the book to the first page.

It was dedicated to you.

#knives out #ransom drysdale #chris evans #chris evans x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #yandere ransom Drysdale #yandere #yandere x reader

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Hey, I hope you are having a wonderful day/week! I really don't know if I am doing this right since this is the first time I ever request something. I read some of your stories and I really liked them. I was wondering if you could right a fluff from Marta Cabrera x female reader (an author if that's okay), maybe after the events from Knives Out, there isn't enough content from her. She is so precious! If you can't that's alright too. Lots of love!

Always and Forever

Marta Cabrera x GN!Reader

Summary: Marta Cabrera is the woman for you.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of smut, L-bomb, otherwise just fluff!

Word Count: 972

A/N: I'm baaaack! Enjoy this fluffy fic to mark my return.

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Harlan Thrombey was your mentor, Go partner, and close confidant. You were an aspiring mystery writer, and he took you in and taught you his secret and wonderful ways with words. He helped you through some of the toughest times of your life, and quickly became something of a father figure to you. Because of this, you grew closer to the Thrombey family.

Over time, Harlan grew older, and he hired Marta Cabrera to assist him. At first, you weren’t a huge fan of hers. She became one of his Go partners, he would confide in her, and they became very close friends. You felt jealous, missing the times when it was just you and Harlan. Soon though, she grew on you just as she had on the rest of the Thrombeys.

Soon you realized that you had developed feelings for her. Not knowing what to do, you went to Meg for help. With her assistance, you awkwardly asked Marta out. She thankfully said yes, and you took her on a wonderful date. That was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

You two were in love, it was clear to see, but it wasn’t without it’s hardships. You struggled when Harlan passed, but you were quick to reassure your girlfriend that you didn’t blame her at all. You helped her to fool Detective Benoit, and stuck by her side throughout the entire ordeal.

You were there for her at the will reading, and when the Thrombeys got violent, you turned against your found family and held them off while Ransom drove Marta away.

Not trusting Ransom, as you had known him for years and you knew what he was like, you were quick to join her when they were headed to the DNA Lab. Seeing that it was on fire, the three of you fled, leading to the dumbest car chase in the history of car chases.

Finally, you and Marta discovered Fran in the abandoned shop, and called 911 to attempt to save her. Detective Blanc soon collected the two of you, and brought you to the hospital, and then the Thrombey house.

Knowing that Marta was going to confess, you stood close by her so that you could protect her from anybody who would try to attack her. As she was about to begin, Blanc interrupted her and then pulled her away.

You quickly followed after them. When you heard Marta lie about Fran’s survival, you were quick to call her bluff silently. You could always tell when your girlfriend was lying, even when she didn’t puke right away.

Upon hearing the confession of Ransom, you knew he would attempt to go out with a bang. When Marta puked in his face, you were quick to push her out of the way as you saw him go to lunch for a knife.

Ending up on the floor with him on top of you, you let out a massive sigh of relief, feeling that the knife was a trick. Sort of like Harlan’s final punishment for the now imprisoned Drysdale. It was only fair.

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Two months after the whole ordeal, you, Marta, and Marta’s mother and sister were comfortably moved into the former Thrombey house. With how much time you spent there, it already felt like it was your home, so it was only fit that your girlfriend owned it.

Waking up one morning, you see that Marta isn’t in bed with you. You begin to search around the large house for her, finally finding her out on the balcony that overlooks a fair amount of the property.

Coming up behind her, you wrap your arms around her much smaller body. You feel her lean back into you, and the sensation makes you realize that you wouldn’t want to ever be anywhere but here, with your girlfriend in your arms, staring out over her beautiful land.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’re you doing up?” She asks you softly. You grin at the pet name, never getting over the butterflies that explode when she calls you it. You press soft kisses to her hickey covered neck, a product of the many long nights before.

“I could ask you the same, love. Couldn’t sleep?” She shudders lightly, your morning voice always having some kind of affect on her.

She shakes her head. You snuggle back into her before realizing what you have to do. You quickly tell her to stay where she is, then you run inside and grab the little black velvet box that you have been waiting to present to her.

When you come back, you have it hidden behind your back. Marta looks at you, confused. You smile at her before getting down on one knee. She gasps.

“Marta, I didn’t like you very much when I first met you. I thought you were stealing Harlan’s attention away from me. Over time, you slowly won me over. You just have that ability. You help me write my books when I’m stuck, and you know exactly what to say when I’m nervous about a release. We have been through hell and back together, and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Marta Cabrera, would you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

By this point, tears are streaming down both of your cheeks. Marta quickly gasps out a yes, and you jump up and pull her into a passionate kiss.

“Oh my god, I love you so much!” She breathes against your lips. You laugh before saying, “I love you too. Now, we have to go tell your mom and sister. Marta Y/L/N, I like the sound of that.”

Marta smacks you playfully while you walk off to go tell your families the wonderful news. You couldn’t wait to marry this wonderful woman before you.

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years

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I know it's been high on the emotional side right now,.. But if you could shed a light upon relationship between Ransom and Marta at present.. Ransom used to be mean to Marta ( help and all 🙄) and now she is married to his best friend Steve and is his daughter's Mother -in law?

Well you know, Kitten and Marta became really close! Kitten needed to know who Steve was getting involved with too. And Ransom, sweet baby, was very full of himself before Kitten. Thankfully his wife brought him down a few pegs.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

You Don't Want to Know

Summary: Ransom apologizes

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Marta Cabrera

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: Soft!Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 300

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Ransom gives Marta a big smile as he walks into Harlan's study. The Go board already set up for a round, while Marta administers Harlan's medicine. "What color am I going to be today?" Ransom asks, getting his answer by a bag of white stones being thrown at him. "I won last time though."

"No you didn't. You're confusing your wife with yourself. You my son, did not win. Maybe you can beat me this time," Harlan gives him a sly grin laying down a stone. The two men sit in silence laying down stones, until Ransom looks up at Marta.

"How was it?" she just shakes her head at him, confused on what he's asking. "The date. I heard his side of things. I'm just curious how it was for you."

"I....uh..."

"You went on a date? With whom?" Harlan gives her a sneaky grin, and she bashfully smiles looking away. "Dr. Rogers?" she gives him a nod. "He's a good man."

"One of the best. So how was it?"

"Hugh..."

"Marta, I'm sorry for the ass I was before. Please call me Ransom," Harlan's eyes light up when he looks between the two, giving them a happy nod.

"I'm proud of you, son. Kitten has done good."

"It's a little weird that you call her that, Harlan," Ransom laughs. No one knowing exactly where that nickname came from.

"And why's that?"

"It's a funny story of why I started to call her that," Harlan cocks up an eyebrow but Marta laughs. "Yeah, I'm not telling you."

"Harlan, you don't want to know."

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate affairs #desperate affairs au #DA AU #DA AU request #desperate verse #evanstan #evanstan verse #evanstanverse #ransom drysdale #marta cabrera #ransom drysdale x marta cabrera

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Maid For You

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: no real warnings…Ransom is lighter than he normally is, so this is kind of fluffy for his character.

“And that’s Ransom,” Marta pointed out to you. You looked at your cousin softly as Mr. Thrombey’s grandson strolled into the mansion without a care in the world, going straight into his office, “he’s kind of a dick. And he’ll insist that you call him Hugh.”

“Hugh…got it…”

“Anya, come here sweet girl.”

Your eyes went wide as Linda called for you. Marta nudged you forward, and you strolled by, offering her a kind smile, “how may I assist you, Mrs. Drysdale.

“Always so polite,” she smiled, pinching your cheek, “do me a favor and go to my room. Grab the present on the bed for my father. Will you?”

“Of course, Mrs. Drysdale,” you smiled, “would you like me to bring it to you, or put it under the tree in the main hall?”

“The tree is fine dear,” she smiled, already brushing you away, “I just forgot to bring it out.”

As you walked away, you noticed Walt sneering at you, while Jacob tilted his head sideways, as if that’d get him a better look underneath the skirt of your classic maid outfit. As you passed back into the main hall you noticed Marta and Meg being hounded by Ransom.

As you went up the staircase, however you noticed Ransom stopped getting on Meg about being ‘some hippy stoner at the liberal arts college,’ and his attention turned towards you, “HEY. New girl!”

“She’s not new, Ransom,” Meg growled, “that’s Marta’s cousin, and she’s been here for almost two months. You’d know that if you came over more than once every six months to get money from grandpa.”

“Did you need my assistance, Mr. Drysdale?”

He smiled as he began coming up the stairs. He stopped at the third step so that he was eye level with you. You forced yourself to maintain eye contact with his oceanic eyes, “Mr. Drysdale, huh? Why not Hugh? The rest of the staff calls me that!”

“You didn’t give me permission, sir,” you reply quickly, eyes still not leaving his. You took a step down so that he was now looking slightly down at you and you could see the glint in them as he became more curious about you, “did you need me for something? Your mother asked me to go to her room and retrieve the gift for your grandfather.”

“Leave her alone Ransom.”

“Shut up, Meg,” he said calmly, not bothering to spare her a glance. His hand went up to your cheek, his surprisingly soft fingers following the line of your jaw, then smearing the cherry lip you’d painted on this morning. He leaned forward slightly, “you know, the cheap shit smears like crazy…be a shame if you were meeting someone special and that happened.”

“Guess it’s a good thing that I’m not meeting anyone tonight then.” you reply softly, turning on your heel and walking back up the stairs. As you did, you could hear Meg and Marta laughing at him, going on about how he just got told he wasn’t worth your time, and that he was a slimeball. Secretly, while one part of you was proud for telling the spoiled rich boy off, the other was very much upset by it.

He was so gorgeous, and you weren’t positive, but it almost felt like he was flirting with you. And yet, you took hold of Marta’s warnings to just brush him off. Because he wasn’t worth it.

But why did it feel like he was?

Two days later he’d shown back up at the house for the annual Christmas eve dinner and then the party later. His attention was focused entirely on you, or so it felt like it. Meg and Marta were off on their normal activities, Marta being treated like the black sheep of the family by Walt, Richard, Joni, and Linda. Marta was seated next to Meg, and beside Harlan, who sat at the head of the table. Ransom was on the other side of him, and every chance he got it seemed like he was asking for you.

‘Anya, can you grab me new silverware? I don’t think Fran polished these correctly.’

‘Anya can you grab grandpa a new napkin? It fell on the floor!’ (he’d accidentally pushed it on the floor)

‘Anya, can you grab me another bottle of the red we were having? Lyle is far too slow on his feet and isn’t even keeping up with Joni’s drinks.’

That one earned Joni calling him a bastard, a glare from Lyle, and Harlan apologizing, asking if I would mind helping Lyle out.

To which every response gathered a curt, “of course sir.”

So Lyle stood at one end of the table, waiting on Walt and Joni’s family, while you watched after the Drysdales, Harlan,and Marta. You copied his actions, standing at the corner of the table. When someone needed a refill, you were quick to it, and Ransom was finding ways to get everyone to drink more wine.

That’s when you noticed the small touches to the back of your thigh when you came to fill the glasses. His soft, warm hand started just below the back of your knee, his hand well-hidden beneath the line of the table. But by the fourth time, no one seemed to care when his hand rode high on the back of your thigh.

Even Marta turned a blind eye.

But you continued on, holding firm to staying professional, even if the handsy young Drysdale clearly couldn’t see that line. It was better than Jacob glancing at you the way that he had been the whole week that Walt and his family had stayed at the Thrombey manor.

That was another thing you noticed.

After that day you’d first met Ransom, Jacob refused to look at you. It made you happy to have one less set of eyes critiquing everything you did.

But you couldn’t help but feel that was Ransom’s doing.

“Anya, dear…can you go to the wine cellar and get the bottle of 84’ Glenfarclas single malt scotch and a bottle of the Grace Family Cabernet. I think that’d be a great thing to toast with. Daddy, do you still have that?”

“84,” Harlan chuckled, “are you feeling nostalgic about something, Linda?”

“That was the year Ransom was born,” she smiled thoughtfully, touching her son’s shoulder, “and it was such a good year for the company…I just figured-“

“You just what, Lin,” Walt grumbled, cutting his sister off, “you trying to point dad in Ransom’s direction for some bullshit test of faith again?”

“Walt!” Harlan growled from the other end of the table. The two Thrombey men’s eyes met, and Walt looked away from his father. He turned to you, and his hand touched your wrist, “please be kind enough to grab the scotch and wine from the cellar, sweet girl?”

“Of course, Mr. Thrombey,” you smiled gently. He returned it, and you were quick to head through the doors, and down the steps to the wine cellar. A few moments later, you heard a set of footsteps coming down. You were shocked to see Ransom, “M-Mister Drysdale…what are you doing down here?”

“Figured I’d help you out,” he shrugged, heading down to one of the corners of the room. You followed him, and he walked right over to a section of reds, pulling a bottle out and putting it on the island, “your red.”

“Thank you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“Call me Ransom,” he offered, pulling a small box out of his pocket, putting it beside the bottle of red, “That’s for you, new girl.”

“Mr. Drysdal-“ But you stopped when his brow raised. You began to shake your head, automatically denying whatever gift he’d wanted to give you, “Ransom…you shouldn’t have gotten me anything, I coul-“

“I got it for you, now open it, Anya,” he said firmly, cutting you off. He slid the well-wrapped box towards you and you bowed your head, nodding. When you tore the paper off, you noticed it was a sleek black box with a folding lid. Flipping it up, you noticed the black oddly shaped tube. But you had recognized it. It was Louboutin and easily around a hundred dollars, “that stuff won’t smear…you know, in case you do meet someone special.”

You blushed and looked away, “thank you, Ransom.”

“Put it on.”

You raised your brow as you looked back to him, “what?”

“Put it on,” he chuckled softly, “You know…the party?”

He pulled out his phone and let you use the camera, watching you intimately as you applied it. When he put his phone away he took a few steps towards you. Your eyes met his as you bit your lip.

“Thank you, Ransom.”

He nodded, biting his own lip, “you look beautiful, Anya.”

And without much more he broke away from you, going over to another section in the cellar, and grabbing the bottle of scotch, before setting that too on the island. Then he slid past you, walking back up the stairs.

You’d stayed down there for another minute, not quite sure of what had just happened, but when Lyle came down the steps a few seconds later, you were quick to apologize, reminding him that you’d never been in the cellar before. He gave you a sympathetic smile as you came back into view with the two bottles, and then you went upstairs.

The toasts and dessert went off without a hitch, the rest of Lyle’s serving team showing up while you brought out the dessert plates. Meanwhile, when they took over, you couldn’t help but notice Ransom’s cold expression when you were replaced by Daisy, one of the girls with a very obvious crush on him.

You did, however, make yourself useful by going into the kitchen and helping the caterers prepare everything. And soon, the party was roaring to life. People from the publishing company, authors, and anyone of remote importance were showing up at the Thrombey mansion for the excuse to drink with one another. You’d noticed Daisy following him around like a lost puppy, getting him drinks, trying to make herself useful to anyone that was in his vicinity so that it wouldn’t seem like she was following him around, and even attaching herself to Marta and Meg at one point.

But Ransom’s attention seemed to be geared towards you the entire time, yet again. Any time you’d seen him, his demeanor was different. He would stand up a little bit straighter, laugh just a little bit louder, and joke and smile with the guests a little bit more. His eyes seemed to light up as you walked around, making yourself useful, whether it was by cleaning up the empty glassware and plates, walking around with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, or hiding in the kitchen and doing dishes, you made sure to stay busy.

And that’s when Ransom knew he was in love with you. In the exact moment where you were laughing at something Harlan said while offering the men around him something off the tray. Linda had come over to her son, “I take it she liked the lipstick if she’s wearing it.”

“Yeah…”

“your grandfather made sure to hang the mistletoe at the doorway of her room,” she laughed in a huff. Ransom was hardly paying attention to what his mom was saying as he watched her move along, weaving through the partygoers, “you know, if it was anyone else on the staff that you liked you know I’d disown you.”

“She’d be worth it in a heartbeat,” he muttered happily, “I think I’m in love with her, mom…”

“She’s like a diamond in the rough, I’ll give you that,” Linda shrugged, drinking her wine, “dad told me that she’s working her way through school…business school…her grades are impressive…”

Ransom’s eyes shot to his mother, “you were looking into her?”

“Of course I was,” she laughed, “it’s obvious how taken you are with her. Had to make sure my future daughter-in-law will keep our family on track.”

“Daughter-in-law?” Ransom asked, raising his brow, “sure you aren’t jumping the gun a little bit there, mom?”

“I know that look, Hugh Ransom Drysdale,” she said knowingly, “it was how my father looked at my mother. You love that girl and you’re not even seeing her…you know, daddy stole my mother away from another man…you’ve got that advantage…there’s only yourself standing in your way.”

“Yeah,” he nodded softly, thinking about his mother’s words as he watched you disappear into the kitchen once more, “I’m really good at that.”

“Would it help if I offered her a job at my company as a special Christmas present?”

A knock woke you from your slumber. Looking at your alarm clock you sighed. It was shortly after midnight. With a yawn, you slipped out of bed and into your fuzzy slippers, then opened the door.

Immediately the sleep left your body and you stood shock still as you looked at Ransom who was standing there in his pressed dress pants and cable knit sweater. You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly regretting answering your door in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts and a cami, “Ransom. I-”

“Shut up,” he muttered, cutting you off. Before you could give him an angry response he pulled you into his arms, and your lips met in a sweet, but heated kiss. You felt your eyes close as you melted into it, and your hands grasped at his sweater. When he pulled away, you both were breathing heavily, “Merry Christmas, Anya.”

He pointed up and you noticed the mistletoe. You bit your lip and looked down, but he hooked a finger under your chin to press a lone kiss to your lips.

“D-do you want to come in?”

“God, yes!”

#ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale #hugh ransom drysdale #ransom drydale x you #knives out au #knives out #soft ransom #linda drysdale #marta cabrera #harlan thrombey

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thedamageofherdays · 2 years

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An Unlikely Pair. Coworkers Ransom and Marta can't stand each other but when their boss is murdered they have to work together to uncover the truth. They may end up discovering a whole lot more than that...

#knives out #marta cabrera #ransom drysdale #marta x ransom #ransom x marta #ana de armas #chris evans #my moodboards #r makes edits #r makes things #r makes moodboards

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cosmicait · 2 years

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Just saw knives out, currently obsessed with Marta x Ransom. Please send recs, headcanons, fic requests, etc 😭😭 also what the heck is their ship name??

#knives out #marta cabrera #marta x ransom #ransom drysdale

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 3 years

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Midnight Visitor

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1k, Marta Cabrera/Ransom Drysdale, E-rating, Canon AU

Summary: Ransom drops down next to her, his expression softening. "You know what helps me sleep?" he murmurs, leaning in. Marta's cheeks redden, but she doesn't tear herself from Ransom's gaze. "A good, old-fashioned, spine-tingling… orgasm."

#knives out #marta cabrera #ransom drysdale #knives out 2019 #marta x ransom #ransom x marta #check warnings pls

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bishopgirl98 · 2 years

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Knives Out Master List

Ransom Drysdale

Marta Cabrera (COMING SOON)

Detective Benoit Blanc (COMING SOON)

#knives out fanfiction #ransom drysdale x reader #detective benoit blanc x reader #marta cabrera x reader #bishopgirl98

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dirtbagdefender · 4 years

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