#phillip knives out

[lecoindecachou]

Alright, which one of you is gonna write the 'Benoit Blanc is a sex god' fic?

[mimisempai]

I'm all the way back where I belong

Summary

Benoit's last investigation was exhausting, as always, and after a week's absence, he is happy to be home.

Notes

Happy birthday @jaylh49 !!

On Ao3

Rating G - 734 words

It had been a long week. 

Another rocky investigation, and now that everything was resolved, as much as possible, Benoit was exhausted.

All he wanted to do was go home.

As he got out of his car, the mere sight of the lighted windows gave him a sense of relief.

As soon as he walked through the door of the apartment, he took off his shoes, put his things in the hallway and started to untie that damn tie.

As he sighed to release the pressure, a pleasant smell reached his nostrils and his empty stomach made itself heard. He walked to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, smiling at the sight before him.

Phillip, in his ever-present pink apron, was preparing dinner under the watchful eye of Miss Marple, who followed his every move, no doubt hoping for a reward. Seeing Benoit, the cat meowed and jumped off the kitchen counter to come to him.

Benoit leaned over to scratch hers head as she stopped beside him, and Phillip exclaimed as he turned around, "Benoit! You're finally home!"

Benoit stepped forward and rested his forehead on Phillip's shoulder and Phillip wrapped his arms around him, laughing.

"Hey, love...tough week, huh?" he gently kissed the top of Benoit's head.

Benoit breathed out: "You have no idea," then wrapped his arms around Philip's waist.

"I sensed that from your rare texts, which is why I prepared something more elaborate for us when I knew you were coming home tonight and..."

He was interrupted by a growl from Benoit's stomach and continued with a small laugh, "...I see I was right."

Benoit looked up, "It smells great."

They stayed like this for another two minutes, then Phillip tried to pull away, but Benoit held onto him, so his husband said quietly, "My dear, if you want to be able to eat, you're going to have to let go of me so I can continue cooking."

Benoit stepped back and let go of Phillip, showing that he was reluctant to do so.

Phillip turned to the pot on the stove and as he began to stir he felt two arms around his waist and Benoit's chin resting on his shoulder. Phillip laughed softly but made no attempt to shake Benoit off.

Honestly, even though Benoit was not stingy with kisses and touches, there was something endearing about him being so clingy.

So Phillip continued to move around the kitchen, not dislodging the octopus that had taken up residence against him. When he was done, he turned off the fire under the pan, turned around in Benoit's arms, kissed his forehead, and asked quietly, "Do you think you'll be able to let go of me to eat?"

With no other choice, Benoit let go of him and went to the table where Phillip brought two steaming plates. They began to eat in silence, knowing they would have time to talk about their week later. 

After a moment, Benoit's hand slipped across the table and grabbed Phillip's hand that was resting next to his plate.

He brought it to his lips, kissed it and said softly, "Thank you."

Phillip looked puzzled and asked, "Thank you for what?"

"For this." 

Benoit gestured to their plates.

Phillip frowned, "That's normal, isn't it?"

Benoit nodded, "That's right...it's normal. Thank you for giving me this."

Phillip did not lose his puzzled look so Benoit explained, "My life outside here is pretty hectic, even chaotic, and even if it's not for you now, who knows what tomorrow will bring? But when I walk through the doors of our home, I can leave it all behind. Just because you're here, doing this kind of thing...normal, as you say."

Phillip, clearly embarrassed, nodded and grumbled, "Eat, or it will get cold."

Benoit gripped his fork but didn't miss the slight blush on Phillip's upper cheeks.

"Philip?"

"Hm?" Philip looked up, and Benoit was leaning toward him, running a light stroke of his tongue over the corner of his mouth.

"What's that for?" 

Benoit took on an innocent look and replied, "You've got a little sauce there."

Phillip, while not having the deductive skills of his husband, knew how to spot a lie and gave Benoit a fake scolding look while pointing his finger, "You cheeky bastard!"

Benoit laughed and watched with delight as Phillip joined in the laughter.

Yes, he was home.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Oh my god !!!!!

Well that explains this then

[rovermcfly]

all I want for knives out 3 is for phillip to be in it in the role of romantic partner who against his will gets dragged into the investigation because it happened on a vacation he's on with benoit or sth and he now has to function as the utterly unwilling watson/hastings to benoit's holmes/poirot

and everytime they introduce themselves they have to correct people who assume "partner" means business partner to let them know he is his romantic partner and actually he would prefer to not be involved in the investigation

[spookyfbi]

I see your ‘Benoit pretends/tries not to solve the case because he doesn’t want to ruin Phillip’s vacation’ and raise you a ‘Phillip knows how much Benoit loves solving cases so he tries to get Benoit to solve the case and when that fails he tries to have a go at solving the case himself because he’s listened to Benoit’s stories so many times maybe he’s learned a thing or two and then - get this - he does manage to solve it and Benoit is so proud’

[doodledraw]

I realized I never posted this here! here's my full piece from the @pressmanque Glass Knives zine, which is available for free download!!! Check it out if you wanna see a bunch of cool art and fics. Thanks so much to @tvheit and the rest of the mod team for having me!!

[maeze03]

Why am I being called out like this??!

[tripledotsrandomfandoms]

Random fic idea: Benoit and Phillip wear matching shirts for a day out. (It was Phillip's idea.)

[crackships-and-manips]

Daniel Craig and Hugh Grant

[finleycannotdraw]

welcome to part two of “benoit blanc is fucking gay”, sketchdump edition!

I don’t understand how there aren’t more people obsessed with these two. like!!! THE FUNKY DETECTIVE (WHO IS A FAR BETTER CHARACTER THAN BBC SHERLOCK) IS CANONICALLY QUEER WITH A CANONICAL HUSBAND!!! their relationship is built out of fanfic material— we see phillip for like 20 seconds and have no idea what he does or how they met!!

basically if y’all don’t start writing more fanfic then I’m going to do it myself <3

also I’d appreciate if you guys zoomed in on these! I think they’re super cute :)

[asexualandalwaysshipping]

I just want one of the next Knives Out movies to take place in like a prestigious boarding school or something, filled to the brim of entitled rich kids whose parents are bribing the teachers, bullying, and loads of corruption going on with the staff and such. And when like the headmaster or someone eventually gets murdered, the blame is put on the scholarship student whose family pools all of their savings together to hire Benoit because that would be very special to me please and thank mr. rian johnson

[everysongineverykey]

read a screen rant article that argued that future knives out movies should feature recurring characters to "flesh out blanc's character" and "make him a more interesting lead" and that "all detectives need a team"........ what if i killed you lol

[benoits-neckerchieves]

I love Hugh Grant the absolute weirdo

[airlocksandaviaries]

incase anyone wants to know how Benoit and Phillip Blanc are doing. They're still old and gay and married <3

[spookyfbi]

Phillip watching a murder mystery absolutely on the edge of his seat trying to figure out who the killer is. Benoit is doing a sudoku half watching. He figured out who the murder was 5 minutes in but he would’t dream of saying it and spoiling the movie for Phillip.

[aniron48]

smoke gets in your eyes: chapter 3

oh, friends, it has been a while.

Life has been at an 11, lately, in so many ways, not least because practicing international law in a time when the world is as it is feels a lot like that gif from Community where Donald Glover walks into a room with a bunch of pizzas, only to find that the room is actively on fire. I have missed you all, and I've missed writing, and I'm hoping dearly to have more time for both in the coming days, if I can manage it.

In the meantime, here's a little something for you, with lots of love: chapter 3 of "smoke gets in your eyes" is now up on ao3.

Please imagine that when you sit down to read it, I am giving you a giant hug. I hope you enjoy 💜