#ransom drysdale x granddaughters

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Step Into My Ride, Part 2

Summary:  Ransom and his family do not get along

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sex in public, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  5.3K

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“Gracie Lou Drysdale!” Harlan greets the three of you at the door, and Gracie runs right to him, wrapping her arms around his legs. “Come on in, and tell me all about your week at school. Ransom. Lucky,” he gives the two of you a head nod, leading his favorite great granddaughter inside.

“Luck, I hate coming here,” your boyfriend gives you a little pout, wiggling his legs, mimicking one of Gracie’s rare baby tantrums. He really was deep down just a spoiled child. He wasn’t getting out of weekly dinners with Harlan though. “If my parents could stay away, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Ransom, you need to put your big boy pants on. Gracie loves your grandpa. She tolerates your mom. But for heaven’s sake, quit with this spiel every time we come here.”

“She hates my dad. And I swear, if he makes one comment to you or our daughter, I’m going to lose my shit. Harlan can start coming to the house for dinner.”

“Now there is an idea,” you smile at him. You would much rather have Harlan at your house, and in Gracie’s element any day of the week. “I could make us food, and we wouldn’t have to deal with…” a soft groan exits Ransom’s mouth as a dust cloud is spotted in the distance. “Come on, babe. Let’s go inside so we don’t have to explain to your parents why you’re in a bad mood.”

He still wants to complain that his parents always hijack his nice evening with Harlan and Gracie. There’s always a stupid comment made, typically by his father. Ransom always gets in a terrible mood and snaps right back at him. You always lead Harlan and Gracie outside and away from the chaos. Always.

Harlan adored Gracie just as much as she did him. If it was warm he would walk straight to the back yard, and sit on a bench with her and listen to all her odd behaviors from the week prior. Gracie loved to try different things. She took cues from her classmates on their own allergies, or way of speech and would incorporate them in her own routine for a few days, until she realized she was over that.

“Uno. Dos. Tres,” you hear your sweet daughter count with Harlan in Spanish. Ransom goes up beside her when Linda and Richard strut into the sitting area. What was a shame is how much Gracie wanted to impress her grandparents. “Oh! Oh! Gigi and Dink,” Ransom can’t help but to snort at the name that Gracie bestowed upon Richard, turning to look at his daughter that was so proud of something.

“I learned how to count to ten in Spanish. Uno. Dos. Tres. Cuatro.”

“Seriously? Spanish,” Richard was already rolling his eyes as he goes to the bar cart. Ransom is already sitting up straighter, ready to attack his father. “They should teach you something more useful at that expensive school. It’s confusing enough for kids these days. And now they’re teaching you another language when you haven’t even perfected English. What next? French?”

“Bonjour means hello,” she smiles, looking up at Harlan who gives her a kiss on her forehead. You bite at your tongue when Richard lets out an annoyed growl. Ransom’s family. He dealt with them. “And hola means hello in Spanish. Aren’t you proud?”

“Proud you're wasting my money like your father did?”

“My money,” Linda interjects when Ransom starts to say something. “Can we not argue for a moment? I think your speaking of different languages is commendable. What else did you learn this week?”

“I’m gluten free, and I’m not H2O intolerant. But I am a bit lactose intolerant, so mommy got me banana milk, and,” she gets the biggest smile as she turns her head to look at Harlan, “Daddy puts chocolate syrup in it.”

“Milk chocolate syrup?” Richard sits across from Ransom, giving his actual granddaughter an annoyed look. “I thought you were lactose intolerant?”

“Only this week. But banana milk is really good, Dink,” Gracie didn’t even understand, and you wanted her to keep her innocence as much as possible. She was adorable, and so proud. “And…I think I can’t have eggs next week.”

“Linda, your granddaughter is neurotic.”

“What’s neurotic?”

“Gracie Lou, how about you, me, and grandpa go make some chocolate banana milk? I’m sure he’ll love it as much as you do,” walking over towards her, you hold out your hand. It would be so much more simple if Harlan could come to you. Let Ransom refuse to see his parents, especially if a four year old they saw for a couple of hours each week bothered them so much.

“But what’s neurotic?”

“Just something Dink likes to criticize about. It’s always something, huh, father? She’s four years old. She’s learning who she is.”

“And confused as to what allergies are. Next she’s going to want to shave her head, and you two are going to let her, aren’t you?”

“Us two are going to let our daughter be who she is. Because she is ours. How we raise her is our business. Her trying a life without eating eggs is not hurting anyone. Her saying she’s lactose intolerant is hurting no one. And the fucking chocolate syrup didn’t have milk in it,” Gracie gasps as you quickly usher her and Harlan away from the chaos, but she caught her dad’s words.

“See what you did? You make me and your mother be the bad guy every time.”

“Do not include me in this conversation. I liked hearing her count in Spanish.”

“The child can barely count in English, and that expensive damn school is trying to teach her something else.”

“For your information, Gracie can count to one hundred. She’s already reading, and she writes her full name. She’s four years old. And she’s one of the top in her class. Why are you always shitting on who she is? She’s amazing, and you don’t even realize it. She’s got negotiating skills better than mom. And remember, she’s my daughter. If you hate her and me, and my girlfriend so much, why do you come here?”

“I’ll tell you why you little prick,” Richard slams his glass down on the table causing Linda to flinch, rolling her eyes and ready to leave the two of them to the arguing. “You squandered away all your potential. Working at a fucking garage as a grease monkey with the worst influence of your life, Dean Winchester. You’re getting speeding tickets, and spending the night in jail a few times a year. You live in that piece of shit trailer, and you’re shacked up with some whore who takes pornographic pictures of other women.”

Ransom stands to leave, walking towards the kitchen, “You won’t talk about my girlfriend and daughter like that. You won’t see any of us ever again.”

“Then put a goddamn ring on her finger, and make an honest woman out of her. You don’t have to spend the rest of your life with the first woman that spreads her legs and doesn’t know the value of safe sex. The two of you never should have had a child. Your mother pays for her school. You can’t even afford it.”

“Yeah, well, mom insisted on paying. Insisted on the school. Not me. I’m a good fucking father, and Lucky is the best mother I have ever met. We love and enjoy our daughter. She’s spoiled with attention and affection, and that’s a hell of a lot more than I can say for you. I don’t know why I bother dealing with you. You never have anything to say about me and my family. So from now on, don’t expect to be a part of our lives,” his eyes flick to the door when Chris walks in. “There you have it. The son you always wanted. Lucky, let's go,” he screams into the kitchen at you.

“Don’t expect to see my child ever again. You lost that privilege by calling her mother a whore.”

“I don’t want to go. I miss grandpa,” she curls more into Harlan, and he gives her a quick kiss to the top of her head, holding her closer.

“Baby, grandpa is going to start coming to our house for dinner, okay? You can wear your pretty dresses, and show him your room, and the house, okay?”

“You promise?” Harlan nods at her before she gives him the biggest hug, and you scoop her up.

“Head out the side door, sweetheart. Don’t take her around that,” you know it’s the best option. Gracie never heard arguing like that. She was well adjusted because you and Ransom let her try and figure out what she liked, and who she was without telling her. Encouraged all her ideas and new interests, and never made her feel bad for deciding she didn’t like something. “Gracie, you think grandpa can see you tomorrow?”

“Yes. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Gracie Lou.”

“You can’t keep my granddaughter from me,” Richard walks up to Ransom, “And take that stupid hat off your head. You’re not a child.”

“I can keep my daughter away from you all I want. She’s mine and her mother’s.”

“If you would have applied yourself like your uncle Chris, you might have made a few million by now. And even he didn’t live up to his own potential. Both of you could have made more money doing other things.”

“And money made you happy?” Ransom smirks heading towards the door, “Your number will be blocked, so don’t expect a call back. Chris, I’ll talk to you later. Mom, learn to control your bitch.”

“You asshole!”

“Richard!” Ransom finishes closing the door when Harlan comes back in. “You’re the one acting like an ass. Your granddaughter was trying to impress you and make you proud, and you dismissed it so quickly. Your son is trying to tell you he is happy. That is the life he chose, and you can either accept it, or you can keep your opinions out of my house. I will not make you feel that any of them are not welcome here. That is my grandson, and his beautiful family. I can’t help it that you don’t like the life that he chose as an adult.”

“That woman poisoned him.”

“That woman doesn’t have a rap sheet. He does. He had that before he even met her. That woman is who calmed him down. That woman is the person that co-signed with the garage because she had credit, and he didn’t. That woman is the one who stood by his side when he was in jail for two months, and she was pregnant with his kid. That woman is the reason they have land, and a home. And if you make one comment about their home, so help me God, Richard, I will kick you out of my house. He is happy. And for you to criticize the woman that has made him a better man than even you is rich. She has stuck by his side no matter what. She is loyal to him, and she’s a damn good mother. Did you ever think Ransom would be a good father? I figured he’d leave the woman to deal with the child herself, while you were left paying child support. Be thankful he’s a good man.”

“He’s trash. He could have been so much more.”

“So could you. Christopher, have Fran bring my food to the study. You can join me if you would like, or you can head to Ransom and Lucky’s. I’m done with this conversation,” slowly he makes his way up the stairs, leaving Chris staring at his older sister’s nails clicking on the table.

“Well, this was a royal fuck up. Richard, our son’s lifestyle isn’t my favorite, but I want a relationship with quite possibly our only grandchild. If he’s anything like us, he’ll know to stop with just the one. She’s a precocious child, but I want to be in her life besides just paying her school with my money. Don’t forget, it’s my money. I’m going home. Call a car to come get you. I need my space.”

Richard stands to go back to the bar cart, filling his glass with more scotch before sitting down to stare at Chris, “Ransom isn’t all that bad.”

“My son is in a relationship with his baby mama who has fake tits, and takes pictures of naked women.”

“You sound jealous,” Chris rolls his eyes. Deciding he was going to spend time with his father even if he felt Ransom, the grandson, was his favorite. “And I’m not sure if you're jealous of Ransom for being with her or her for the career she has. It’s boudoir photos. They’re not always naked.”

“I’m not jealous. Women like her, you just don’t marry.”

“They’re not married are they? And what does it matter to you?” It mattered to Chris. Chris was supposed to be the one with you. He could admit he was jealous of Ransom. Because Ransom got to have you whenever he wanted. That was supposed to be his life. He was offering you comfort and stability. But you were blinded by the fast pace Ransom, just like everyone else was. But if everything continued down this path, Ransom wouldn’t have that for long.

“I bet you’re holding out hope they never get married. She’ll never want you. Why would you want Ransom’s sloppy seconds anyways? Or their little brat.”

“Hey! You can say what you want about Ransom, but you leave Gracie out of it.”

“Why? Is she secretly your kid? I did always doubt her mother being faithful to Ransom. She did get pregnant pretty quickly. Ransom only stayed because he thought he knocked her up. She knew how to pick them. Too bad she didn’t realize you were the actual Thrombey, huh? She got those fake tits out of him though. I guess it seems fair considering he’s the one that gets to play with them.”

“You’re sick, Richard,” no one liked Richard. He was a misogynistic asshole. Even when Chris left his side, he could still hear Richard mumbling about his son and you. Chris just wanted the day to come when you realized that Ransom was bad news. He would be a better father to Gracie. No matter what Richard thought of you, Chris knew it was all lies. Chris knew you. Knew you better than Ransom, and knew you better than you knew yourself. He just needed you to understand that.

Karma would eventually take care of Ransom. He swooped in with his charm and fast car, and Chris didn’t even realize Ransom took you away from him until it was too late. Had walked in on you messily sucking Ransom’s dick after a race. He didn’t even know his nephew was the other man you had been dating. He knew that there was another one, but the few dates you and Chris went on they were fun. You laughed, and he was a gentleman. Ransom treated you like a whore.

It just made him sick to his stomach to think about how he made you drop to your knees and suck him off whenever he wanted. Or how he would drag you to his car, while everyone else was paying attention to the race while he fucked you like a dirty secret. Until you got pregnant, Chris wasn’t even sure if Ransom had ever taken you to his apartment or even if this was supposed to be anything more than sex.

Ransom knew exactly what he was getting with you, but Chris knew you had no idea who the real Ransom was. But soon you would know. Everyone would know. And Chris would be there as the constant and steady man that you needed. And now, even Gracie needed.

“Ran,” whispering his name as he rolls his fingers around your nipples. He did this when he got to thinking. Getting in his head about what his father and him were arguing about.

“You know I don’t think about you like that, right?” He lifts his head off your chest, and you nod, giving him a sweet kiss. “I respect you above all else. I mean, yeah, we have a ton of fun with the racing and sex, but I don’t regret giving it all up. I don’t regret living here with you.”

“People can say what they want to, but our trailer isn't that small. And this is our home. Gracie has had all her firsts here. She’s got little lines in the living room showing us how tall our baby is getting. I don’t care about what your parents think you or we should have done. I love our life. I don’t care that you’ve got a mile long rap sheet. I don’t care that you act like a teenage boy most of the time because when it counts, you’re the greatest man I know. You’re good to me and to our baby. You’re good to Dean. Ransom, they don’t see us as a family. They see you. And me and our flaws apart. But not how we overcome them together.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, flipping over to his back before pulling you on top of him. “Gracie is amazing.”

“She is. I hate that they don’t see you or us the way you deserve. But Harlan does. He sees all of us. And that’s good enough for me. Plus, Gracie Lou is a perfect judge of character, and she can’t stand Richard. Tolerates your mom, but wants to see Harlan everyday. Now, my pretty man, get you some sleep.”

“Do you regret the implants?”

“Do you?” With a devilish grin he shakes his head no. “You remember how I hated looking at myself in the mirror after Gracie? Or even how I didn’t want you to see me? Baby, I don’t care that people know I have implants or they judge me because of them. That’s their problem. They’re not the ones that have to look at them. We are.”

“Damn straight. And I like playing with them.”

“You better quit for tonight,” yawning, despite his playful protest. “I’m tired. I can’t have sex again.”

“Oh, you can if I want you to,” you smack at his chest, giggling. “Alright, Luck, get you some sleep. I’m sorry today went the way it did.”

“Me, too, Ran. I hate that going there makes you feel worse. You love seeing Harlan. But, he’s going to start coming here. Even if you have to go get him. Sweet dreams, husband.”

“You know I’m not lying when I say one of these days I’m going to propose, right? Right? Luck, you and Gracie are all I need in this world.”

“Mhmm. One of these days we’ll all share the same last name. But for tonight, go to sleep,” stretching out his arms, Ransom relaxes a bit more. Before his breathing starts to slow and you listen to your favorite lullaby as you fall asleep. The beat of his heart, and his breathing. It was heaven in its own little way. And you wanted this to be yours forever.

“Dean-o!” You shout, walking into the garage, waving your hands as you look in the back for Ransom’s car. “Good, he’s gone to get the baby?”

“Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you, Lucky Charm?” You fidget your fingers around, trying to avoid looking into Dean’s eyes. His loyalty was definitely to Ransom. Friends since grade school. Inseparable. “Is this about you two not being married? Luck, that man is completely in love with you, marriage or not. You’ve got him.”

“No. I’m not worried about that. When the time is right, I know that Ran and I…we’re forever, and I don’t need marriage to prove that. It’s just…you would tell me if he was getting into something more illegal than the racing, yeah?”

He grabs up a rag, wiping his greasy hands on the dirty cloth before he leans back on the car. Suddenly you don’t feel so good about asking Dean. You have always been able to talk to Ransom, so why was something Chris brought up hard for you to ask about? “What’s this about?”

“I had someone make a comment about Ran doing something more for money.”

“Like what? Running drugs? He doesn’t touch that shit, and you know that. A little bit of weed never hurt anyone, but…no, Ransom would never do that. That puts you and Gracie in too much danger. This right here,” holding his hands out, Dean spins around slowly in the garage. A garage that he and Ransom had built up slowly, and in time they became the most respected garage in Boston. “This is where Ransom and I make our honest money. He doesn’t want to lose this. It’s our dream.”

“Well…what about stolen parts? Or guns? Or anything besides the racing? Are you and Ransom into anything more illegal than that? A couple of months in jail doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is if he’s sent off for hard time. Be honest with me.”

“No. I don’t know what idiot put that shit in your head, but no. Ransom does exactly what you see him do. He works here for legit cash. He races for extra cash, and before that racing was put right back into here, and it bought your little dream home. If Ransom was doing something he should be doing, believe me, I would tell you, but he’s not.”

“He’s not doing what?” Ransom flicks his head over towards Dean, but then hungrily stalks towards you. “I can tell you one thing I’m not doing.”

“Where’s our daughter?”

“Mom has her at Harlan’s, and dad is on a business trip, so don’t look at me like that. Mom is trying for what it’s worth, and Harlan won’t let anything happen to that angel. So, why don’t you and I go over the books in the office?” You hated when he asked you to go over the books. There was so much overhead to consider in this business, and thankfully you were savvy enough with finances because him and Dean were clueless.

You told him that he needed to hire someone who actually knew what they were doing. Walking into the office, Ransom turns the blinds, and locks the door before he places your body on the desk. Pulling at your jeans’ button, and you just smile at him tugging away your pants. “What are you doing?”

“When was the last time I fucked you in here?”

“The time I got pregnant. You had just opened the garage. You swore to me that I couldn’t get pregnant because you were drunk, and so were your tadpoles.”

“I didn’t say that,” moving down to take off your panties, he stuffs them into his pocket. Holding up his hands to show that they were in fact clean before he diddles around your bundle of nerves. That cocky little Ransom Drysdale grin on his face. “I mean, I was drunk. I didn’t say tadpoles.”

“Yes. Yes, you…you did,” his free hand was already undoing his pants, letting his cock spring free from their confines. This man always made you a mess. “You said…said that you’ve called them tadpoles since you watched ‘Look Who’s Talking’. And…and…” your breathing picks up as you get closer to release, eyeing his pretty little dick while he was playing with your cunt. You didn’t care how many fingers he added into you, it was never as good as his cock.

“Ransom just put it in.”

“This is so romantic.”

“About as romantic as you fucking me here with the blinds open. Stuffing my cunt full of your seed, and we made a baby that night. The first time and last time you came in me until…until I missed…missed a period.”

“Yeah, well, made your little blissed out brain from the best head you have ever had you would have known better than to trust me drunk.”

“Just fuck me!”

“Alright!” He laughs, pushing through your tight channel. Giving you no time to adjust before he was gripping at your legs and rutting into your warmth. The two of you had grown a bit. The door was locked, the blinds were closed, he was sober, and you had birth control. What you thought was a mistake was the best thing that could have ever happened to you and Ransom.

What you thought was casually dating and fucking became the best relationship either of you had ever had. Honest, loving, caring, and so much fun. There was never a dull moment with Ransom, and the way that he stepped up to become a dad was the favorite role he had ever taken.

Some things didn’t change however. He kept his hat on backwards. Kept his pants down at his ankles for a quickie in public. He fucked into you like the two of you were running a marathon. Fast and needy. Your eyes locked into one another so you can watch the pleasure overtake your features. And the sounds he made, my god, Ransom made the prettiest sounds. He was so vocal, and it made you feel like the most perfect thing on earth.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, but with a calming breath from him, he holds off on his release. Waiting until you came before he even thought about reaching his own high. He was a generous partner. Placing his knuckles on the desk, he brings his face closer to you, peppering the sweetest splay of kisses over your face, despite the urgency of his thrusts. He confused your senses, and you craved more.

Desperately mewling out his name as you grab hold of his back. Circling your legs around him, and bringing him closer to you. His body starts to lay you down flat on the desk, while his hips drive him deeper into your core. “Lucky, let go, sweetheart. I know you want to,” his voice sounded wrecked. He was right on the edge of not being able to hold on anymore. “Lucky!”

“I’m…I’m right…Ran, I’m coming!”

One final thrust has him painting your quivering walls, and he lets his head rest on your chest. Blowing out shallow breaths on you while your walls milk him dry. The tiniest little jabs into you, until his body just halts movement. “You about didn’t get to orgasm.”

“I’m sorry. You’re just so pretty when you're grunting with every stab into me. Ran…this really isn’t the time, but — if you were doing something that would get you sent to prison, you would tell, right? We’re a team here.”

“What makes you think I’m doing anything illegal?”

“Well…Chris made a comment.”

“Mother fucker,” he rolls his eyes as he pulls out of you, “Stay right there. I need to see you weep of me while we have this conversation. Look, Chris is going to say whatever he can to make you doubt me. He’s a good enough guy, he helps me and Dean out with races, but that stupid bastard is still hung up on you.”

“Don’t call him a bastard,” one trickle of Ransom’s spunk makes a smile turn up on his mouth, and he reaches into the floor for your panties. Sliding them up your legs. You were going to be left a mess as you head home.

“I apologize that your little pet project hates being called a bastard. What I mean is that must have been some amazing head you gave him,” you give him a playful smack on his arm, and he shrugs, laughing. “I’m just saying, that man isn’t going to quit unless you think I’m the terrible person he wants you to believe I am, you know that. He wants you to see that he’s this amazing pillar of the community when he’s the one doing illegal shit. He’s a cop and helping a bunch of street racers clear the roads. Come on now. I deal with him because he’s family, and he helps out, but you see what he’s doing. He wants you to leave me and go with him.”

“And you don’t have a problem with that?”

“Do you want to be with him?” Your nose furls up as you shake your head, and Ransom helps you back into your pants. “I’m not concerned. I know who you love. I know whose bed you’re getting into every night. I know whose cock you're riding every night. Whose name you’re squealing every night. Luck, if you don’t want him involved in our business, fine. He’s done. But if you want to believe the seeds he’s planting in your brain, I’m not going to defend myself. You know what I do. And you know I would never make it to where I couldn’t see our daughter everyday. You tell me what you want to do with Chris, and it’s done. And quit denying that nothing happened between the two of you. He’s chasing you around like a lovesick puppy even though he’s seen my cum dripping down your leg.”

“Oh, shut up,” jumping off the desk, your arms wrap around Ransom as you smile up at him. “I really don’t want to talk about what did or did not happen with your uncle because it’s weird. I didn’t know you knew each other much less were related, but I never had sex with him.”

“Good. This pussy is mine. But if you want Mr. Deputy Do Good, you let me know. I’ll let you walk away without a fight. Live downtown in that apartment that he can barely afford, but I keep the kid.”

“Oh, no. She stays with me.”

“Then I suggest you stay with me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good,” tilting your chin up, he gives you the sweetest kiss, and pulls your left arm from around his body, holding it still while he slides a ring on your finger. “I would hate to take this back.”

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale!” You scream looking at your finger. He didn’t need to get on his knees and propose. He already had, but this was the actual ring on your finger. You hold out your hand admiring the small diamond and the way it sparkles. “It’s perfect.”

“Now give me about four more years, and we’ll get married.”

“We’re doing our bigs in fours, huh? First a baby. Four years to get a ring. Four more years to get a last name change.”

“I’m glad you get it, Luck. Hey, I love you.”

“And I love you.”

“And maybe later you can show me what that mouth do, so I can see why Chris is so obsessed with you,” you roll your eyes as you open the door to the office, getting a quick look up from the hood of a car and smirk from Dean. “I’m serious!”

“What’s sad is I know you are. Dean, you keep this one out of trouble. I’m going to pick up Gracie, and go to the grocery store. You and Valerie are welcome to come over.”

“No, we’re not fighting right now, so maybe I can get some desk action, too. Ransom likes to brag a lot. You better go get cleaned up before going to the store.”

“Behave boys! Ran, I’ll see you when you get home fiancé,” prancing on out of the garage you feel lighter already. Ransom had no reason to lie to you, and Chris obviously had every reason. You hated this type of thinking. You were with Ransom, and nothing was going to change that. As far as you were concerned, Ransom was perfect. A bit rough around the edges, but that bad boy appeal really got to you. A bad boy with a heart of gold, and a soft spot for his daughter. How could it get any better than this?

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In for a Penny Part: Three

Word Count: 1358

Series Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers for Knives Out, Talks of pregnancy, Murder, Swearing, Potentially dark themes (but not really), Death, Nausea, Anxiety. (I may add more as the series progresses)

Part Warnings: Thrombey/Drysdale family

Series Summary: When Harlan Thrombey is found dead, the last person you would think is responsible is. The only problem is how far do you go to protect the ones you love the most.

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Ransom decided not to go to the memorial either and I was too exhausted for an argument, so I let him be. As I arrived at the estate, I noticed the police there. Meg came out to greet me and I noticed that Marta had pulled up at the same time. I hadn’t been introduced to the police yet and they assumed that I was part of ‘the help.’

“The help? This is Y/N Drysdale, Granddad’s granddaughter-in-law and Marta, Granddad’s nurse.” Meg snapped at them.

“It’s okay, sorry.” Marta apologised. I quickly jumped in, sensing her nervousness.

“No, it’s not alright. Come on Marta lets go in.” Me and Meg ushered an upset Marta into the house. Just as we all got up the steps, Linda opened the door. She paid no mind to me but instead, immediately went and spoke to Marta, asking her how she was.

“How are you?” Marta kindly returned the gesture.

“The funeral helped, I guess. Just seeing him. I thought you should have been there. I was out voted.”

I knew that was an outright lie but I didn’t want to cause a scene. Today was about remembering Harlan, not getting one up on my mother-in-law. Richard then walks in on the phone. “I’m not the cops so I don’t know. Alright fine, don’t come, get arrested. Die up your own ass for all I care.” Richard hung up the phone

A pit of dread formed in my stomach as I had a feeling that my father-in-law was talking to my husband. “He’s not coming.” His eyes settled on me and Marta before gesturing to his phone. “Ransom. Little shit. Missed the funeral.”

“Do you know why Y/N?” As you live with him.” Linda disregarded the fact that I live with him due to us being married.

“Well, I don’t think he was up to it.” I told her, biting my tongue to prevent an insult coming out. Linda just nodded at me and muttered an ‘I see’ before turning her nose up.

A man entered the room to inform everyone that the police would like to see each of us one by one.

“All right. I’ll go first.” Linda volunteered. “I’m assuming this will be all wrapped up before the memorial tonight.”

“We’ll do our best ma’am.” The officer gently smiled, although I could tell that he was nervous. They both went through and left me, Meg and Marta to go into the other room and Richard to carry on as he pleased.

*

I was the last one to go in apart from Marta. When I walked in, I saw the officer from before along with two other men. One of which was sitting in the back as if he was a part of the furniture.

“Ms. Drysdale. I would like to introduce ourselves as we haven’t found each other in the same company yet. I am Detective Lieutenant Elliot and here is Trooper Wagner.” The man sitting in front of me spoke as he gestured to himself first and then the man I had met earlier.

“Y/N please.” I offered. “Mrs. Drysdale is my mother-in-law and lord knows I am not like her.” I joked and saw how Trooper Wagner laughed and Lieutenant Elliot bite back a grin.

“So, Y/N, I am going to record this, just so you are aware.” Lieutenant Elliot turned on the recording and started to speak again. “Okay so we are here with Y/N Drysdale, Hugh Drysdale’s wife and Harlan Thrombey’s granddaughter-in-law. We are discussing the events from one week ago, the night of Harlan Thrombey’s demise.

“We are deeply sorry for your loss. So, we know that on November eighth, the family gathered to celebrate Harlan’s 85th birthday. How was the party?”

“Well, it was like any other Thrombey/Drysdale gathering. Opinionated relatives and expensive food.” I answered.

“Anyone other than family attend?”

“Marta, Harlan’s nurse and Fran, the housekeeper.”

“As I understand you and your husband left early. Why was that?”

“Well, we often find ourselves uncomfortable in the presence of Ransom’s family. Ransom had wanted to leave, and I wasn’t going to fight him on that.”

“Do you get on with any of the family?”

“I always did with Harlan. He was completely welcoming to me from the first time I met him. I guess you could say Meg, Harlan’s granddaughter but that’s about it.” I answered honestly.

“What about Linda and Richard?”

“Well. I suppose you could say it’s complicated. Despite me earning my own money as a paediatrician, Linda seems to think I married Ransom for the money. Richard goes along with it.”

“Back to that night. Was there anything unusual in people’s behavior?”

“Not that I noticed. I wasn’t paying attention. I was waiting for Ransom to leave Harlan’s office.” I knew that I had to tread carefully. Despite Harlan’s death being a suicide, if the police were looking around it generally meant they knew something I didn’t.

“How long was Ransom in the office with Harlan?”

“I don’t know. It was a while, but I didn’t think much on it. Although it rarely happens at family events, it’s not unusual for them to talk in private.”

“Do you know what they were talking about?”

“That’s between Harlan and my husband.” I didn’t want them to know about the will. I had a feeling that Ransom wanted to keep that on the downlow and as Harlan hadn’t told me, technically I shouldn’t know about it.

“Did you converse with the rest family at any point?”

“Only when they were quizzing me on my necklace. Ransom bought it for me and apparently it turned into twenty questions leading down to me spending Harlan’s money” I would protect Ransom at any cost, but the other arseholes could go to hell.

“Do you know anything about what happened before the party?”

“No. Ransom and I tend to turn up as late as politely possible and leave as soon as it’s acceptable.”

Just then a key was randomly played on the piano. I looked up and saw the third man looking directly at me.

“Let me introduce you to Benoit Blanc.” Lieutenant Elliot informed me.

“Ah yes. Private Investigator, am I right?” I asked with a level of certainty.

“Yes ma’am.” Blanc answered. I noticed his thick southern accent straight away.

“If I may ask, what are you doing here? I thought Harlan’s death was a suicide.”  I asked him.

“Fair question Mrs. Drysdale…”

“Y/N.” I interrupted him.

“…Y/N. I am here at the behest of a client. Quietly observing.”

“Fair enough.”

“Harlan’s nurse, Marta. Was she at the party in a professional capacity?” Blanc asked.

“Well, officially yes. However, to a select few of us, Marta is more like family. She was a friend to Harlan. Someone for him to talk to. For me, I remember when she started working for Harlan, I tried to shield her from the family’s… bluntness.”

Blanc nodded at my answer.

“So, what do you know about the family business? Sorry to change direction quickly but I understand the memorial is later and we want to get through everybody.”

“Ask what you need to Mr. Blanc. I don’t know much about the family business. I have never been privy to conversations including the publishing company. Not that I would have the time with working at the hospital.”

Blanc nodded. A few more questions were asked. I just sat there answering as best I could whilst thinking about Ransom. I knew that the police and Blanc would want to speak with him soon and I didn’t know how he would take that. He hadn’t exactly been open about losing Harlan and with his cocky personality, yeah it wasn’t going to go great.

“One final question Y/N. Where is Hugh Drysdale now?”

“Ransom stayed at home. He wasn’t feeling up to this today.”

“Thank you for your time.” I nodded at Lieutenant Elliot before making my way out. I thought about calling Ransom, but I couldn’t be guaranteed privacy in this house so instead I decided to make me way to the living room. Mentally preparing myself for Hell.

**

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A Dance. A Chase. A Purpose.

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request from anon: 35. "sit your ass back down and talk to me" with Ransom Thrombey pretty please??😍

Summary: Ransom never has been one to chase a gall, but you’ve always been different. Word Count: 3.4k A/N: This is a reader and Ransom at a very formal gala. The Thrombey’s and Drysdale’s are “high class” people, they attend these kinds of things but I haven’t seen anyone write something like this! I hope you guys really enjoy it! This is also a lot of dialogue... whoops Warnings: Light swearing, people flirting with the reader, Ransom being an asshole but not a complete asshole

ANOTHER REAL QUICK NOTE: I WROTE ABOUT RANSOM IN A MAROON VELVET SUITE BEFORE THE GOLDEN GLOBES HAPPENED AND CHRIS JUST HAPPENED TO WEAR THAT EXACT OUTFIT TO THE GOLDEN GLOBES AND ALL I’M SAYING IS THAT THE UNIVERSE CAME THROUGH

His blue eyes continuously stalked you throughout the hours you attended the Gala. It wasn’t his scene and yet he adored the thought of ruining your perfect evening just with his presence. 

“Who put Ransom on the guest list?” You hissed at one of the event coordinators, “Don’t you remember what he did at the art show I hosted last year?”

“I’m terribly sorry Miss, but he’s the plus one for Mr. Thrombey,” the hesitant man replied, looking awfully terrified.

You took multiple deep breathes to soothe yourself and stop yourself from becoming flustered. Ransom has this awful hold on you that everyone could not, and you could absolutely not stand. He knew just how to stir you, be that good or bad, and absolutely ruin what should be paradise. He truly was the devil in a maroon velvet suit that was perfectly tailored to him.

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry for flashing, thank you for all your assistance tonight,” You smiled kindly to the man before scurrying off to find something to occupy yourself before Ransom had a chance. 

Tonight, all you wanted to do was raise funds to assist the homeless shelters in major U.S cities and inspire a few billionaires and millionaires to hand over a hefty check. But you had to play a little game to get money from the elite class. You made your way all around the ballroom in the designer gown; it was black and floor-length, layer upon layer of fine black lace. Across the skirt was intricate gold stars sewn into the material as an illusion collar and mesh sleeves complimented your top. Your appearance mixed with your charm could allure both men and women into acquiring whatever you desired. You knew that inevitably somehow you would run into Ransom since Harlan was a huge donor to your foundation. 

“Oh, (Y/N),” It seemed you’d be seeing him sooner than you thought as Mr. Thrombey waved you over. Gracefully, you turned to see him and other authors you’d invited enjoying their wine and making various comments about the younger people attending the gala. Harlan motioned at an empty seat, “my dear.”

“Alright, but I can’t stay long. Apparently, I’m the only one left with their head screw on right this evening,” You smiled as the older group chuckled.

“You’ve always been a prize, (Y/N). Standing out in school, in your community, and now your foundation. Your grandparents would be proud,” Margret, a theatre critic, complimented you.

Her words were almost reassuring. Your grandparents had left their company and their estate to you, their only granddaughter. The rest of the family received their fair cut of shares and money, but your grandparents believed that you had the best potential in ruining their media empire. 

But you felt all joy leave your body as a large pair of hands rested themselves upon your shoulder, squeezing them just tight enough to create a numbing sensation, “Yes, and she also always was quite the star in high school and even university. Our professor often gawked at how well-knowledged she is, and even her charm.”

You rested your right hand on top of Ransom’s, peeling it off and letting it drop to his side, “Well, Ransom, it’s wonderful for you to join us at the Charity Gala tonight. I hope everything is just as proper and tasteful to your liking.”

“Well, it’s a nice little set-up you have, but I’ve always been a man to enjoy a good party with plenty to drink and-”

“Hugh,” Mr. Thrombey warned his grandson.

Ransom gave her grandfather a childish glare before sighing, “But it’s still just so lovely, (Y/N).”

“This has just been so grand,” You stood and brushed out any wrinkles in the skirt of your dress, “but I must go meet with the city’s mayor to talk about the proceeds from this evening before they reach a politician's hands. Please feel free to check out our silent auction tables, there are some wonderful prizes to be won. And once we announce the winners, we will have a large auction while dinner is served in the banquet hall at 8.”

With pep in your step, you quickly made your own way to the banquet hall to make sure everything was going swimmingly.

                                                          -   -   -

“Yes, and up there on the platform, the seats will go the mayor’s wife, the mayor, the governor, myself, the senator, his wife, and then his son,” you pointed down the long table. Then you turned to look out over a sea of tables, chairs, and name cards, “And the menu is set for this evening?”

“Yes, ma’am. Everything is under control, tidy, and might I say, luxurious, thanks to you,” your proceeds manager, Pierce, complimented you.

“You’re too kind,” you slapped his arm lightly, “now, guests my enter around 7:30 or whenever the staff finishes setting our the glasses and rolls.”

“Oh, (Y/N),” you heard your name called by a silver tongue serpent who managed to sneak into the banquet hall early. As he sauntered over to you, Pierce noticed how to seemed to deflate slightly in the man’s presence.

“Miss, I’m so sorry, I’ll go tell security too-”

“It’s fine, Pierce. Hugh is an... acquaintance that I’ve known for years.”

“That’s a strange way of putting childhood enemy,” Ransom teased as he took a sip out of his champagne glass, “or childhood crush depends on how you view it.”

“Yes, yes, how could I forget. Pierce,” you gave him a look to dismiss him as you turned to look pointedly at Ransom, “what are you doing here now? The schedule is clear and I don’t understand why you can’t just fo-”

“You know schedules and timetables aren’t my forte, honey,” he cut you off, which he knew made your blood boil, “but I wanted to address a little rumor I heard? Apparently, at the banquet auction- you are going to be a prize.”

“I’m not a prize, I’m a respected woman,” you sneered, “and my marketing and social managers decided it would help the cause if we auctioned off a dance with one of the most powerful and eligible bachelorette's in New York.”

“Well then,” His eyes scanned across your face but going lower. You snapped your fingers in front of his face to snap him out of whatever the hell he was trying to do, “I guess I’ll be able to show you what a fantastic dancer I am tonight when I win.”

“In your dreams, Ransom,” You said with a smile as you heard the doors open and a crowd begin the flutter in, “Now please if you would so kindly take your seat able table 6.”

                                                         -   -   -

“Thank you so much for attending tonight’s charity gala,” You smiled warmly as you spoke into the microphone. Much applause followed, “This evening’s event couldn’t have happened without help from so many people within the community and all of you here tonight. I have a lot of people to thank tonight, but first I would like to thank the wonderful orchestra for providing such wonderful music.”

You gestured to the group seated on the right side of the banquet hall as they took their bows. You allowed for the chatter to calm before continuing your speech to thank the hotel and its’ management, the catering, your parents and siblings, your personal assistant, “and lastly I have three very important men and their families in attendance tonight. The Mayor of New York City, The Governor, and even Senator Holstead.” Each of the men stood, waved to the crowd, and were applauded, “And now, I would like to invite the Senator’s eldest son, MR. Wyatt Holstead to join me in announcing the winner’s for tonight’s silent auction and then we will proceed to bidding on specialty items.”

“Thank you so much, Ms. (Y/L/N). Isn’t she just fantastic?” Wyatt smiled at the audience as he made his way up to you with his own mic. He stood next to you and took your hand, “It is an absolute honor to be assisting you tonight and a help you raise funds to solve homelessness in this beautiful city, once and for all. But being in your striking beauty might be the cherry on top.”

You giggled as he raised your hand to his lips and kiss your knuckles softly. However, you could feel the tension across to the room as you made eye contact with Ransom, who was clapping with a less than excited look upon his face, “Why thank you. Now, Wyatt will be drawing and announcing the names of the winners while I present you will the item of auction. So- let’s begin.”

You forgot about Ransom and his predatory gaze as you awarded baskets and various items to strangers and friends that won them. The flashes of cameras and shaking of hands stirred your brain until Wyatt ended the silent auction.

“Congratulations to the winners! Checks can be dropped off this evening or mailed to the donation center within the next three days. But now, we move onto our live auction where we have some stellar items and events up for sale tonight!”

“You’re right, Wyatt. This first item up to bid tonight is a trip to the beaches of Italy on an all-expenses-paid vacation! Let’s start the bidding at $500, shall we?”

Immediately, hands and ladies’ fans flew up in the air. It was amazing how fast items were going and how quickly the evening was flying by.

“Going twice... Sold! The fountain pen collection goes to Mrs. Margret Dunwoody!” Wyatt called. There was applause as she grabbed her prize, “And now, for the final auction before any real partying or dancing begins, we have a real treat. One lucky person will be able to share the first dance and be treated to breakfast with our own, Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! Now, this is quite the prize so let’s start the bidding at... two thousand?”

The hands’ of New York’s finest bachelors and bachelorettes shot up high.

‘$2,500″

“$3,500″

“$4,000!”

“$5,000!”

“$25,000,” One loud voice called from the center of the room. Ransom had stood, a smirk plastered to his face as his blue eyes met your own.

“$30,0-” Another man tried to yell out.

“$50,000,” Ransom called on top of him, “Anyone else?”

“Well then,” Wyatt said, looking to you and winking, “$60,000.”

“$75,000,” Ransom called back with ease. 

“$85,000,” Wyatt retorted.

 You began to become nervous. It would be awkward to watch Ransom’s and Wyatt’s little showdown, but you were the prize which made the experience only that much unsettling, “Boys, boys, you’re both pretty.”

“Going once...” You looked at Ransom only to be pondering something, “Going twice...” you started to pray that anyone else would bid, Wyatt was still in college and you didn’t need your record destroyed by a horny boy...

“$150,000!”

The banquet hall went completely silent, no one said a thing. You could here pen drop in the room with how deafening it was.

“Sold to Mr. Ransom Drysdale!” The Mayor called out from his seat, sensing the tension, “Now if Mr. Drysdale will make his way up to the platform to escort his prize to the dance floor.”

Ransom held a bit of swagger in his stride as he approached you. The shock was still evident in your stature as you tried to smile. People applauded and the band began to play again.

“My dear,” Ransom held his hand out for you, making sure to make this look a publicly decent as he could. You took his hand and he leads you down the stairs of the platform. Once you were on his level, he placed a hand upon your lower back and guided you towards the dance floor.

The band began to play a slow number that had the slightest touch of an upbeat. Ransom was surprisingly a great dance partner and easily guided you around the floor which captured the eyes of all in the banquet hall.

“You know, you’re not half bad at dancing,” you attempted to compliment him.

“I guess private school pays off a bit, but I’d still prefer dancing under your sheets,” he said in a sultry tone into your ear.

“Dammit, Ransom. I’m trying to enjoy my evening because you’ll be there to ruin my morning,” he spun you twice before pulling you into his chest again, “why did you even place a bid? You hate donating to charity, unless by force, and you know I can’t stand you.”

“Well, you know I love getting under your skin and I think the other bidder doesn’t have the same experience as I do,” He beamed, “in any category.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“But you can’t help but love me,” his lips dragged across your cheek.

The music faded out and a DJ began playing today’s hits. With all the formalities taken care of, this was no longer was your scene, “Well, good night, Ransom. I’ll see you in the morning and you can tell me about whatever girl you hooked up with, in the morning.”

With that, you escaped up to your suite in the hotel, hoping not to interact with anyone for the rest of the evening.

                                                        -   -   -

It was a few hours later now and you were still wide awake, relaxing in the living area of your suite as Brooklyn Nine-Nine played on the television. You had already showered and your hair was almost finished air drying, but you still wore the hotel robe. It was peaceful and allowed you to digest the events from the evening. But a knock on the door alerted you of an unexpected guest.

“Who is it?”

“Room service, ma’am,” You opened the door to reveal a young man with a cart, “Gifts from the hotel managers and a special man who wanted to thank you for this evening.”

“Oh well, thank you, just cart it in wherever you like,” You nodded and let him through. He quickly took care of his job before exiting, “good night.”

You grabbed the first card on the cart, a little formal thank you note from the hotel for a smooth event and the wonderful publicity. There was a second one with no name, but you figured it was one of the politicians you invited this evening.

You looked like the night sky, but you shined brighter than any star.

Shaking your head, you let out a small giggle at the little note like you were a school girl again. Even if there was a bump or two in the evening, it all still went practically perfect. But a second knock came from the door.

“If it’s another cart, I’m afraid I’m out of room in here,” You teased, only to open the door to reveal Ransom. 

“Well, were the flowers not enough? I didn’t know my prize would still be so hard to please, even after I swept her off her feet on the dance floor.” Here he was, smirk and all. Instead of his usual behavior of prowling a dance floor for a girl to satisfy him for the night, he was here, satisfying his need to tease you.

“Ransom, I-uh... Shouldn’t you be downstairs?” You pulled the robe close to your body like it could shield you from anything he could say or do to you.

“Well, my date left me on the floor-”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but it’s late, and I’m not a prize to be won, and you-”

“(Y/N),” He looked you in the eyes with his own blue ones that could make any woman melt and suddenly you understood why he came upstairs, “Can I come in, please?”

“I- maybe not tonight...”

“Please”

You took a deep breath before opening the door to allow him in, “Okay, but I do plan to go to bed before long.”

He walked in and immediately got a beer out of the hotel fridge before taking a seat on the couch. You grabbed yourself a bottle of water before joining him on the couch.

“So, were you trying to get away from your grandfather? or an ex?”

“No, I figured it was time we talk. And I mean actually talk. Not argue or bicker like we do in front of everyone else.”

“I don’t remember a time where we didn’t, so...”

“Maybe because you never give me the chance to talk-”

“Well, maybe that’s because every time I’ve tried to open up to you or trust you, you just cut me off...”

“Maybe that’s because you keep trying to meddle in my life like my family does!”

“I’m not doing this tonight! Not after everything I accomplished, I’ll see you in the morning,” you pushed yourself off the couch and attempted to make your way into the bedroom.

“No, (Y/N), I-” He let out a sigh and shook his head, “sit your ass back down and talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Ransom!”

“There is everything to talk about”

IT hit you like a brick. He wanted to talk it out because after all this time he still wanted you. He wanted back sneaking into each other’s dorms. Pretending to hate each other, but sneaking kisses behind friends and family. You were the only person to ever deny him from what he needed. You were the girl to leave him on the floor. The same way you had left him on the floor homecoming your junior year, semi-formal your senior year of college, and various club outings. And now tonight in front of the public. You had always been the only girl to leave him alone and the only girl to walk out on him first. And after all this time, he still chased after you, because you were consistent.

 “Dammit, (Y/N). Why do you act like this? We have history, but you insist on acting like it never happened or that it was all bad.”

“Ransom, you know why we both called it all off...”

“Because you were inheriting a large media network? You could risk doing ONE thing that your mother didn’t approve of. I know why, but I’ll never understand-”

“Because you made me reckless and I couldn’t let my life slip through my fingers while I lived a perfectly pleasurable life off of daddy’s money. I need purpose and you never gave me one.”

“But you gave me purpose. And tonight, you looked like a night sky, shining bright with a thousand stars and reminded me of those nights where we laid under the starry sky and you let me spoil you. You helped me deal with the abomination that is my family, you were helping me learn to be a better person.” He took your hands into his own large ones and rested his forehead against yours, “I was going to propose and we were going to find a purpose together.”

“Fuck, Ransom,” The tears slid down your cheeks, but he caught them with his thumbs, “Why do we have to do this now? I was just starting to truly move on. Why can’t you let the idea of us go?”

“Because it’s the only good idea I’ve ever had. Please, (Y/N), I love you.”

Your breath got caught in your throat. In all the time that Ransom and you had spent together - teasing each other or flirting or otherwise - he had never said that he loved you. You never even heard him tell his parents he loved them. He truly wanted you.

“I- We... We can try again. But it’ll be slow and it will take time to heal what we burned, but if you’re willing than I am too.”

“That’s all I need to hear,” he whispered before pressing his lips against yours. 

                                                       -   -   -

The next afternoon, images of you and Ransom having brunch and holding hands while wandering around New York were splattered across media and magazine sites alike. People and reporters asked about the charity event the night before, what this relationship meant for your company, and even asking if you both were finally coming public with your relationship after months of hiding it.

A young reporter caught Ransom and asked it you satisfied his desires, targeting Ransom’s playboy bachelor status.

“I think you should be asking (Y/N) how much she raised for the homeless and those living off in a single evening instead of objectifying her. She’s the most powerful and influential woman in the nation and desrves more respect than that. Go report her record-breaking funding to your Editor, instead of a dumbass’s opinion on if she makes a good shag or not, sweetie.”

Once you made it into his car and made your way to Boston, you turned to him, “Thank you, for everything you said.”

“Of course, it was all honest and true. But I was never gonna tell them how wonderful you feel beneath me.”

“Ransom-”

“Oh c’mon, you love me”

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My heart is exploding with all the Squish content today! Can we hear more about Papa with all of his granddaughters? Posie, Ellie belly, Poppy, and Squish all stealing Papa’s heart -✨

Papa and his granddaughters 🥺🥺 that man raised so many daughters, you know that these four came pretty easy to him. Posie is such a big help with the younger ones, although she is closest with Mimi, she still loves her Papa and she LOVES her baby siblings.  So for age references Posie 16, Ellie 10, Poppy 4, Squish 1.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Moonflowers

Summary:  Ransom takes the girls on a hike and picnic

Pairings:  Ransom, Posie, Ellie, Poppy, Fable

Rating:  FLOOF

Warnings: None, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  700

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"Look both ways Posie,” Ransom says calmly before his oldest granddaughter turns onto the road, “And breathe.”

“Papa, I got my driver’s license.”

“Yes, but you’ve never driven with precious cargo.”

Posie rolls her eyes but stays looking at the road, “I’ve driven with Poppy plenty of times.”

“I was referring to me,” he turns to look at her with the biggest smile, and then back to a giggling Ellie and Poppy, while Squish just plays with her feet, blowing bubbles, with screeching laughs.

“Who’s bright idea was it to go hiking,” Ellie asks, using her finger to tickle Fable’s chin.

“Mine, I haven’t got to spend time with just my girls in so long.  Look at Posie, she’s already driving.  Squish is now a year.  It’s like having my own daughters all over again.”

Ransom continues to praise Posie and her very cautious driving.  Getting to the park, she pulls out the backpack, while Ransom straps on the carrier, placing an outwards facing Fable, who gurgles and babbles to anyone that walks past her.  Her four little teeth smiling at Ellie, and Posie puts out her hand for Poppy to grab.

“Papa, you you like being around us girls?” Poppy asks him with a little skip, once her sister drops her hand.  She runs a bit up ahead, to dig around in the underbrush.

“Of course,” Squish squeals when Poppy jumps up in her face.  Her chubby little legs jumping around, and her hands try to reach Poppy.  “See, if I wasn’t with you, who would have got to witness that?”

"Mom says you’ve calmed down since she was a kid.  Said that you threatened to kills James and Carter all the time,” Ellie steals a glance towards Ransom, but quickly looks back in front.

“Yeah, well, I don’t recall any of you guys growing up with a boy that you weren’t related two.  Your mom and Iris did.”

“Story did, too,” Ellie giggles back at him.

“Yes, I know this, Ellie belly.  Let’s not bring Tweedle Dum into this,” Papa and his four grandbabies continue their trek until finding their spot to sit down for their picnic lunch, giggling over some boy that had been bothering Ellie, to which Ransom told her to throw dirt at him.

“That didn’t work with mom and dad,” Posie reminds him.

“Papa!” Ellie shouts, needing to change the subject while Fable starts drifting to sleep.  “What’s my flower?” Ransom cocks his head to the side looking at her, “Well, like all your daughters’ have flowers, and even Blade and Anders have a flower.  Mimi has one, and you have one.  What’s mine?  These are the things that keep me up at night.  And what’s Fable’s?  Papa!  Tell me so we can get it planted?”

“Do you even know what Mimi, Blade’s and Anders’ flowers are?” Ransom is stalling.  He has no idea what the perfect flower for her would.  Knowing that Poppy and Posie already have their own, and now he has to come up with two flowers.

“Yes, Mimi is a peony, Blade a sweet pea, Anders is ranunculi, and you are a tulip.  Mine is a....”

“Moonflower,” Ellie looks over at Posie shaking her head.  “Yeah.”

“There is no such thing.”

“Actually there is,” she turns her phone around for Ellie to see the pretty and delicate white flower.  “And since your dad put your name on the moon...”

“Oh, I like that!  My Becks put my name on the moon, so I’m a moonflower, make sure to tell Mimi.  Now, Fable.”

“Are we going to do this with all the grandkids?” Ransom asks, his body already laying on the blanket, tired and ready to take his own nap.

“Thorne has a plant,” Poppy tells him.

“Thorne’s name is Hawthorne, he has a tree.  So let’s see Fable is always smiling.  When she’s not sleeping,” Ellie gives her Papa and Squish a smile, and even Poppy crawls over to lay on his belly.  “What cha go, Pose?”

“Hibiscus represents happiness.  You wanna take a nap on Papa too?” 

“Yeah, let’s take a nap,” Posie scoots closer to Papa, who wraps an arm around her, while Ellie lays on Posie’s belly.  Her hand goes up to wiggle in Ransom’s beard.

“Love you, Papa.”

“Love you, too, Ellie belly.  My pretty little moonflower.”

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Please write more about big sissy Squish! As much as she loves Eggy, I can just picture her telling Papa that she asked her parents for a sister.

Squish is such a Drysdale! So dramatic and while she loves her bubba, like really loves him, her wants to speak to management about this brother business, because she wanted a sister! And what Squish wants, she usually gets because Blade spoils her.

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Making Sisters

Summary:  Fable needs to talk to someone that's in charge

Pairings:  Ransom X Squish

Rating:  explicit

Warnings: Fable talking, Fable is very opinionated, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  550

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"Papa!” Fable screams running down the hallway of the estate.  Ransom catches the little girl in his arms, and throws her up in the air.  “Papa we bwought bwought the egg!”

“Why do you insist on calling him that?” Ransom laughs, waiting you and his son.

“Because daddy fuw, fuwtiwi, you know da chicken poop thingy.  He do that to mommy’s egg,” Ransom glares at his son as you two make your way through with Beckett.  “And wook, him him has an egg head.  Weww,” she looks at you, and you’re making a face of disapproval.  “Hims egg head has gotten bettew.  Him him wooked funny when he came out of mommy’s butt.”

“Fable!”

“Dats, what daddy said.”

“No, I didn’t, I said her belly.”

Fable looks between you and Blade, and walks closer to you, lifting your shirt.  “Whewe’s da howe den?  Me don’t see no howe.  How did the Egg get out den?”

“Dad, do you mind keeping Squish for a bit.  She’s needing a break from Eggy.”

“You’re calling the egg head that too?” 

You look down at your most beautiful little boy, and smile, “It’s kinda stuck now.  Squishy girl, and Eggy boy.”

“Fine, take your cooked egg, and get out of here.  It’s me and you today, Squish.  Mimi, and Luce took your cousins shopping, and Kissy is working.  What do you want to do?”

“Meneed to tawk to someone who who is in chawge.  And you awe da owdest, so dat dats you.  Okay?” Ransom smirks, and nods.  “Me wanted that egg, to be a giwl.”

“Is having a brother that bad?” Fable shrugs her shoulders, and crosses her arms.  “But I see you’re very concerned about the straw in his diaper,” she scrunches her face up in confusion.  “I guess you’re not around for diaper changes.”

“Why wouwd me be?  Dats nasty, yuck!  But Papa, him him needs to be a giwl.  So me got a pwan,” she wiggles her body closer to Papa, giving his beard a little sniff, “You smeww wike Cawtew.”

“Carter smells like me.  That kid...What is your plan Squish?  I can tell that this is really bothering you,” he settles back and watches his granddaughter who has the most serious face.

“Daddy needs to do it again.”

“Do what?”

“Papa, me can’t say dat wowd.  The chicken poop wowd.  Fuwtiwi...don’t make me say it.  Me sound wike a newd,” Ransom laughs deep from his belly and she boops his nose, “Not funny.”

“No, Squishers, I’m sorry, it’s not funny.  So you need your dad to fertilize what?”

She throws her hands up in the air in frustration.  “Mommy’s egg that’s in her fwont butt.  Me need a sistew.”

“Did you just say a front butt?  There’s five hundred of you guys, and I have never heard it called a front butt.  A muffin, a cookie, a toot too, but a front butt?”

“Papa!  Stay wif me.  Me need a sistew.  Make it happen.”

“I heard Kissy has good advice on how to make sisters.”

“Me wiww tawk to him when he gets back.  Now, pway Fwozen,” Ransom shakes his head no.  “Awexa, pway Fwozen,” she settles back on Ransom’s lap with with a satisfied grin.  “If me had a sistew me couwd pway wif hew.  But now you gotta watch Fwozen again.”

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you have this precious routine with the drysdale-rogers babies that i just find so so so cute 🥺 is it okay to request to see the same finding out, announcing, and giving birth routine with little miss bella? 🥹🥹

Oh my goodness!! Sweet little Iris finding out she's pregnant, but James finding out, too. All of their before Bella were completely surprises. Bella wasn't "planned" but they were definitely trying. But remember, who else was pregnant, and she and Jax still haven't told their family either.

This is where Iris and James found out she was pregnant.

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I Surrender

Summary: Embelia Marta Rogers

Pairings: James X Iris

Rating: 🥹🥹🥹

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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James gives Iris a hand squeeze, their family’s knowing that something was up when the Drysdale’s, Rogers’, Adler’s, Everett-Levinson’s, and even the Barnes’ were here. Frank had this knowing look watching Iris and James. Frank had always wanted his daughter to have a happy and full life with her forever partner. And she wanted to have lots of babies. Convinced herself that she only wanted one when twelve years she couldn’t get pregnant.

But no one was as knowing as Sarah Rogers. Iris and James stand up, eyes looking around the large group of people, and she claps her hand over her mouth. She had guessed about her great granddaughter having a baby. It was becoming harder for Posie to deny it. But now her grandson, and his beautiful wife, looking at each other. James cups both her cheeks and gives her a long sweet kiss, pulling back to nod his head.

Kitten places a hand on her husband’s arm, and leans over to his shoulder, and he looks at her confused, but she just shushes him.

“There’s a reason that we asked for everyone to be here. Thanks to my sister and brother-in-law for allowing us to use their home to host everyone.”

Ransom starts to speak, but Kitten holds her hand over his mouth, and James laughs, “Everyone will be quiet until she finishes. Go on Baby Doll,” he leans over to give her a kiss to her temple, his hand pressing up against her belly.

“We’re having our fifth,” she cries, and clings onto James. Her eyes shining at Ransom.

Ari gives a little shout, Curtis cheers him and their wife with a beer. Frank walks over to her giving Iris the biggest hug, and her mom rushes to her daughter. Pressing her hand on her stomach, and she leans back to stare at her angel. Ransom wants to give her a hug, too, but he knows sometimes it’s best to wait and give Frank and his wife a moment with their daughter.

But then Iris’s blue green eyes look at him, “Daddy?” he doesn’t respond just holds his arms wide for both her and James.

“And here I thought Posie was the only one pregnant,” Opie laughs, turning up his beer.

“Posie is what?” Steve demands to know. Changing his direction from James to Posie. “Baby?”

“No no, my mama,” Daisy pushes at her Pappy’s chest.

“Is mama having a baby?”

“Me mama’s baby, Paps.”

“Posie,” Steve laughs getting a kiss in, before Daisy pushes him back again. “You’ve created a monster.

“She just knows there’s something different. Tell Pappy what’s in my belly.”

“Tookies. Mama eats yots and yots a tookies. Spink! Chippy! Mama, down,” she puts her daughter down, and she runs off with Sprinkles and Chippy to go sit with Poppy.

And Steve meets his wife over with James who she can’t quit beaming at Iris. Even Emy and Joshua are giving them love. His arm wrapped right around Iris, who wasn’t used to this many people at once. “Well, this is just lovely. I’m glad that everyone is happy for us,” he gives a finger point to his best friend and giving him the biggest smile. “Don’t you dare, Baizen!”

“Wouldn’t dream about it Rogers!”

“That’s because he doesn’t have to dream,” Story giggles sitting in his lap with Illiana.

“God, no!”

“I did warn ya, Pal,” Curtis slaps on Ransom’s shoulder as he congratulates Iris and James, “And I did say that you two were going to be the old married couple.”

“What did you say about me?”

“That you were gonna be a whore like your dad,” he laughs slapping on Blade’s arm.

“That’s gross.”

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Iris lifts baby Bella up to James for him to hold while she takes a drink of water, and makes sure she looks presentable. “Ris, you just gave birth to this special little grass baby.”

“Quit calling her that, Jamey,” she giggles.

“Yep, my Embelia Marta is a grass baby. It is probably because I was rolling in the grass with your mama,” she gives his hip a little swat, laughing hysterically. “That’s how she gets us in trouble.”

“Me?!”

“She gives me a smack, and it sends a signal to my brain to makes the babies.”

“James Carter Rogers! You can’t talk to our baby like that.”

“I can, grassy girl. Because you can’t repeat what I say,” Bella makes a few gurgling sounds at her dad, her blue green eyes becoming visible and he starts to get teary, “You look like your mama. Just like her. I’ve seen pictures to prove it.”

“Jamey, your parents are almost here with Nana, and you’ve got to tell her Bella’s name.”

He sprinkles kisses on his fresh newborn’s face, and leans over Iris for more. “Bella, you’re going to make Abie cry. You just watch. She’s going to speak nonsense in Spanish. None of it will make sense, and she’ll need to hold you, I’m just warning you.”

Not long after, Steve and Marta help Sarah into their room, and Nana immediately wants to look at the baby. Holding on to Iris’s hand, as James shows her the awake Embelia. “Oh, she’s as prettier as her mom was. Kinda look like your sister, Poppy, just barely favor Posie,” she gets close to her face whispering, “She looks the most like your dad. Well, out of you girls. Marta, I believe you’ve waited all day for this. Go get your son’s last baby.”

“Maybe.”

“Jamey,” Iris tells him. “We made a deal. You get fixed.”

“I know. But accidents happen,” he hands the baby off to his mother, and crawls into the bed with Iris.

“No butt rubs happen, too.”

The room slows down for a moment as Marta holds onto her newest grandbaby. The two of them bonding as she looks over her pretty little face.

“Ma?” Marta hums, acknowledging that James had spoke, but not wanting to miss a moment with Bella. “I’m glad you love Embelia Marta Rogers.”

“She is beautiful mija. Aren’t you miss Bella,” she goes quiet again, and her head darts up to look at her son, random words in English and Spanish being spoken once she realizes Bella’s name. Her voice rising and she turns and looks at Steve.

“He’s your son.”

“You actually understand what she’s trying to say? It’s literally just words mixed together in Spanish and English that don’t make a sentence.”

“Give her a moment, she’s excited.”

“James Carter, you tell me you’re not lying and this angel baby has my name.”

“Bella has your name, Ma.”

“Oh sweet Bella Marta. I like that. Yes, I do. It is perfect for you. Why not just Bella?”

“Grass was taken. Ris wouldn’t let me name her Grass, and she needed to be a flower. Embelia, a pretty dainty little purple flower.”

“Your daddy is gonna have to stop fertilizing mama’s garden. Because I think five is a good number,” Marta giggles at the baby.

“Ma, you’ve got a baby in your arms. Don’t talk like that.”

“Don’t tell your mother what to do, James Carter.”

“Fine fine. I surrender.”

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Papa and his grandbabies’ floofers he swore he disliked!! Is there any floofy crumbs for that 🥺

Papa and his grandbabies floofers 🥺 Ransom wants to deny that he's a big softie, but he really is. So let me preface by saying not all the animals were brought into the family at once. Just showing you where this is going to go. Sprinkles, Ransom doesn't get until after the birth of Daisy, and Sprinkles has a cart...

So Ransom is around Foxley the most, because they live together. So let's dive into Foxley's white floofers, but also when she got Figgy Pudding!

*”Milkshake” being used was completely @tis-thedamn-season idea 😂😂

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My Milkshake

Summary:  Ransom and the white floof monster

Pairings:  Ransom X Foxley, Jellybean, Pancake, Waffle, Chocolate Chip, and Figgy Pudding

Rating:  🐾🐾🐾🐾

Warnings: mentions of straws, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  650

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“What?” Ransom turns around to see a tiny fluffy dog behind him, “is this?” he asks as a different white cloud walks in.

“Weren’t you bigger last time?”

“Papapapapapapapa!” Foxley chants as she stands in front of him, “Jel-bean and Pancakes.”

“I don’t want either.”

“They cute, doh,” he shakes his head no at the little girl. “They cute, Papa. My fluffs.”

“Take the fluffs and go on. Lucy,” his hand points at the two dogs in front of him when an even bigger dog walks beside his youngest daughter. “Did you give it Miracle Grow, why is Waffle so big.”

“Chippy, Papa,” his hand slaps on his face and he drags it down. “Him big big boy.”

“Luciana Violet, explain yourself.”

“Meet Chocolate chip.”

“He’s white.”

“White Chocolate Chip sounds stupid. Foxley calls him Chip or Chippy. That is Jellybean and Pancake. And where’s my beautiful boy? Waffle! There him is,” Lucy gives a smile when the original cloud walks in.

Ransom looks at the marshmallow fluffs in the kitchen and rolls his eyes, “I did not ask for a small, medium, large, and extra large vanilla milkshake. You need to stop the madness! No more pets,” Lucy sneers at him, “Absolutely not. Don’t you do it.”

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Ransom settles back is giant recliner chair and taps on the arm, “Omelet, Crepe, Éclair, and Chocolate syrup, you warm my feet, Crepe you keep him company. Omelet and Éclair get up here with your Papa.”

He holds up Jellybean to his face making him dance, “My milkshake brings my Kitten to bed. And she’s like it’s better than his. Damn right it’s better than…”

“Ransom!” his wife shouts at him, cackling when her husband brings the powder puff closer to his chest. “What are you doing.”

“Taking a nap with the vanilla milkshakes,” he answers nonchalantly. Laying his head back he closes his eyes hoping she won’t make a comment.

“What was that song you were singing.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you my straw later and you can suck on it until you get your favorite milkshake.”

“You’re never not going to be a horny teenager are you?”

“You’re never going to refuse me when I tell you to jump on it are you?” she turns walking away with an eye roll. “Kitten it’s true! I’ll take a blue pill later and let you ride that pony, my saddle is waiting.”

“Quit screaming that Drysdale!”

“She likes it French Toast. Wait…I honestly can’t remember any of your names. Go to sleep.”

Ransom leans back snoring with his body heaters. In a deep slumber until his granddaughter screams through the living room. “FIGGY! Figgy biggie!! FIG-GY!”

“What the hell is this?”

“I lost Figgy!”

“What’s a Figgy,” Ransom asks trying to soothe the little girl.

“Mine.”

“Of course it is. What is it?”

“You didn’t wait on me to take a nap. I mad at you. Find Figgy!” as sweet as she is, she has a short attention span, and extremely impatient.

The two look around trying to find the mysterious Figgy when Chris walks down with the weasel in his big hands. “Figgy! You found my baby, daddy. Thank you, thank you!” she grabs the slinky on legs and giggles when it wiggles it’s nose on her.

“Got it a bell and a harness too. Figgy can get lost in this place. Foxy, you gotta make sure his cage is closed.”

“Her!”

“That’s right, her cage is closed. Hey daddy-o. What’s shakin’ bacon?”

“A wombat? You two got her a wombat?”

Chris starts giggling, slamming a large hand on his shoulder, “Ferret. Figgy Pudding is a ferret. Foxley picked her out herself,” Ransom silently starts pointing at the fluff monsters that never leave him alone. “Those are Lucy’s. She wanted to confuse you.”

“My wife had an affair with Satan. That’s the only explanation, I really have little Lucifer as a child.”

“Ransom,” you coo coming up behind him, “she was carved right out of your tight ass. So you’re the devil. And look how happy our Foxy girl is. Can Mimi see Figgy Pudding.”

“She’s gonna bake her in some pudding.”

“Papa not nice. We don’t eat Figgy.”

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Let’s Walk the Giant

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Summary:  WAFFLE

Pairings:  Ransom X Kitten, Foxley

Rating:  cotton ball

Warnings:  floofy animals, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  650

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This was completely @marveloustaylortot​ idea, down to the cute doggo, and even hims name.  It’s about time the rest of the Drysdale’s get pets!

Ransom comes to a complete stop as he looks at the open dishwasher.  Dramatically he looks around the kitchen.  And the thing squats down, butt up in the air.  “Nope.  No.  Kitten!  Kitten there is a cotton ball in the dishwasher.  Kitten!  Where is my wife?  KITTEN!”

“Papapapapapapapapa,” Foxley waddles in and stares up at Ransom.  “Waffle.”

“Foxy, I’ll make you some waffles when the white cloud dissipates.  Kitten!”

“Waffle!” Foxley shouts stomping her foot.  “My Waffle,” she growls up at Ransom, which only confuses him more.

“Let me figure out the mystery of the puff ball first.”

“Papa,” Foxley grunts at him.

“Foxley.”

“Waffle.”

“I know.”

“Ransom,” both Ransom and Foxley turn to look at his wife, and his whole hand gestures to the white fluff ball.  

“Waffle.”

“Your granddaughter wants waffles, and there’s a thing in the dishwasher.”

“She doesn’t want waffles,” feigning more agitation than he feels he throws up his hands, while she squats.  “Waffle, come here boy.”

“Waffle, Papa.”

“Waffle?  She named the dog Waffle?”

“Yep.  My Waffle,” sitting completely in the floor, Waffle licks all over her face.  “Waffle.”

“First, the giant bunny, because Poppy didn’t want to be without something fluffy when she was here,” she rolls her eyes at him, and gives the fluffy dog some pets.  “Now, cotton candy.”

“You love Biscoff.”

“I have to take care of him.”

“Ran,” she rolls her eyes, walking over to close the dishwasher.  “You ordered Biscoff a special harness.”

“He needs to go for walks.”

“How much did that harness cost?” 

“He has a lot of fluff, and the other one made him uncomfortable.  He’s a big boy,” Kitten looks down at Foxley before back at her husband.  “What I’m saying is,” he stops when Buttercup walks in and sits down beside Ransom.

“Why is Story’s dog here?”

“She was being neglected, because of the babies, so I went and got her.”

“Do you even hear yourself?  You complain more about the animals than anyone else, but you buy Biscoff a custom two hundred dollar harness, you kidnap Buttercup, and every time Noodle is here, she sits in your lap.  Now, you have another fluffy thing to complain about, but secretly you love it completely.”

“Well,” he sputters as she walks away.  “Biscoff was uncomfortable.  Noodle loves me, Buttercup is my princess, and,” he looks down at the marshmallow that follows him, “Shoo.”

“Waffle.”

“I know, the cloud paint is Waffle.  Kitten, why are you walking away from me.”

"Your son is also bringing Squish’s dog by.”

“No!”

“Waffle friend!”

She stops, to glare at Ransom.  “Oh, you just wait.  Harry went against Blade, and got the pet Fable really wanted.  She looks like a teddy bear.”

“Tell him to take it back.  Next we’re going to have something stupid like a llama in our yard or something,” Kitten gives him the biggest smirk, but he shakes his head no.  “No!  No more animals.”

“You sound like Aster.  How many kids does she have now?”

“Kitten, don’t do it.”

“Ooh, which child would want a guinea pig or a parrot?  How majestic you would look with a parrot on your shoulder.  Put you in a puffy shirt and you can be captain of my ship,” she gives him a wink before walking off, followed by Foxley and Waffle.

“Did you hear that?” he asks looking down at Buttercup.  “Your mom has two babies that aren’t a year apart, so I do you a favor.  And that woman, she called me captain, but also is mocking me at the same time.  She’s ridic...”

“You’re ridiculous!” Kitten screams from off.

“I was saying it first!  Buttercup, you wanna take Biscoff for a walk?” Snorting, Buttercup lays down on the floor.  “You’ve got to get along with the giant rabbit.  Poppy said she wants me and her to take all the bunnies for a walk.  Go get your leash.  I’ll give you a strawberry when we get back,” Buttercup perks up, her tongue hanging out her mouth as she looks at him.  “Who’s a good girl?  Go get your leash, lets walk the giant.”

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His Own Sprinkles

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Summary:  Jax can’t sleep

Pairings:  Ransom X Jax

Rating:  sprinkles on a sundae

Warnings:  Ransom...because he’s the smartest and softest man, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

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Jax wanders into the kitchen.  He couldn’t sleep.  Thankfully, Posie was more than comfortable, and even snoring a bit.  Because he just needed some water, and a moment to think.  Traveling through the huge twisting house was confusing at first, but now he had figured out the best ways to get to the main rooms.  Large living room, dining room, kitchen, a few bathrooms, Ransom and Kitten’s room because that’s where Abel and Oakley always found themselves sleeping, and his and Posie’s room.

Walking into the large kitchen he grabs a glass, and fills it up with water thinking about everything.  It isn’t fair that this family is in lockdown.  These children ripped from school.  Opie’s girlfriend intaking more children than she was used to.  Arleigh teaching older kids than she normally does, living in a treehouse, and halting work.  All because of him.

“It’s not your fault,” Ransom sighs walking to the freezer.  He sits down a tub of specially made ice cream before walking to the pantry.  “A local shop makes that for us.  I get it out for special occasions.”

“Or a midnight snack?” the younger boy asks.

“You look like you need someone to listen to you,” walking over to that special cabinet, Jax can’t help but smile at these magic sprinkles that Ransom and everyone in this house is very fond of, probably more so because how happy they make him.  Ransom grabs a bottle of his own mix, a hodge podge of what appears to be every sprinkle in the cabinet.  And then two more containers, only two colors. 

“You know why my sprinkles are what everyone calls the ugly ones?”

“Because there’s no rhyme or reason to them?” Jax gives a soft chuckle, and Ransom pouts a bit nodding his head.

“Yeah.  They’re a little bit of all the sprinkles in that cabinet.  Because my life means nothing to me without all my people.  There’s my Kitten in there.  A bit of Steve and Marta, that annoying Jake, yep the neon green is his.  Oh, but see that?  That’s from Blade’s, and even Aster, that right there is my first granddaughter Posie’s.  All these people make up Hugh Ransom Drysdale,” the older man slides over the two bottles of sprinkles.

“You were a tough one to crack,” he walks back to the cabinet reaching up to the top to get out Posie’s sprinkles of black and white music notes, white jimmies, and aqua and purple pearls.  “Posie’s.  Those are black pearls, the same one used for Opie’s, and some white skulls.”

“I’m not part of SAMCRO.”

“You were.  It was apart of you.  The ink is permanently etched in your skin.  You’ve got skulls on your rings.  Make your mix.  It doesn’t have to be evenly filled.  No one says you have to have more than one thing or another.  I also got these,” opening up a drawer he pulls out a small container of daisy sprinkles, and even blue, green, and white sprinkles.  “Abel’s.  I think you can guess who the daisies are for.  Here, and there’s your glass jar.”

Walking over to a cabinet he pulls out two bowls, and grabs his special ice cream scoop that can NOT be put in the dishwasher.  People have done it, and they’ve been forced to buy him a new one.  The old man watches Jax stare at the jars, not moving, and he’s just blank.  “Is something wrong?”

“I did this to you guys.  You’re here, locked up because of me, and you’re being kind.”

“Well, Numb Skull, oh, I’ve got to remember that.  You got a nickname.  You’re in now.  Anyways,” Ransom clears his throat, starting scoop out a bit of cookie butter before he pops it into the microwave for melting.  “It’s already Biscoff ice cream, but this is special.  What was I saying, while these circumstances are unfortunate, it proves to me how tight my family is.  How quick our adopted family was to be there for us, for you and Abel.  We started out like those individual jars, that you’re refusing to mix.”

Ransom waits to continue, until Jax starts mixing a bit of the sprinkles.  “We were a bunch of strays that found each other, and we’re so protective of one another.  Some of us had to have our children marry each other, but we wouldn’t have had a Posie, a Jameson, a Birdie Mae, an Analey, and so many more.  We’re making this big family that means more to me than my actual blood relatives.  These people would do anything, and I do mean anything to protect us, and we do the same for them.  I know you feel we’re trapped, but every night when I crawl into bed with my wife, and those two little boys, and sometimes a few more are in the bed with us because we make them feel safe, I thank you sometimes.  Not the fear that’s out there, but letting us remember how much we cherish each other.  Like your brotherhood.”

Jax looks up at Ransom before pouring in a few of the skull sprinkles.  “You can still have that and not do the illegal nonsense.  No one says you can’t start your own legit club.  Make Posie a real old lady.  Sweet Abie and Daisy with their Harley bikes,” with a swirl of whipped cream, he slides his bowl over.  “Sprinkle it.”

Jax huffs out a laugh, and shakes out his own sprinkle blend.  It shouldn’t make a difference, but it does.  He feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders, as he looks at the hodge podge of sprinkles.  “I think it’s a beautiful mix.  Grabbing Posie’s sprinkles, he puts them on the other bowl, sliding it beside Jax.  “There you go, sweetheart.  I do want a bite though.  Clean up after yourselves.”

Walking over to Posie he gives her a kiss to her cheek, before grabbing a bite of her ice cream, and walking back to his room.  With a kiss on Jax’s lips, she sits down in the stool beside him.  The usual sports bra and flannel sleep pants on, and Jax calmly moves his hand over his daughter’s nest, before looking back up at her with a smile.  Reaching to take a bite of his sundae.

“I got my own sprinkles, and he made me a famous sundae.  I think they really are magic sprinkles.”

“I missed you in that cold bed,” Posie gives a loving look to Jax before eating a bite of her own sundae.

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough.  I’m not unhappy, Jaxy.  I’m very happy.  It’s a rush order on our plan,” she giggles, and rubs along the swell of her belly.  “But I’m happy that I’m doing this life with you, and our son, and soon our daughter.  We’re in this together.  And I don’t mind you talking to my Papa, he’s pretty smart in a weird metaphorical way.  But I also don’t want you to carry all this burden on your own.  This happened to you, too.  She manipulated and abused you.  Kept your son from you.  None of that is your fault.  She’s crazy.  But we’ll be fine.  CC and Eva won’t let her get away with anything.  Eva is a ticking time bomb.  Oh.”

Jax looks up at Posie worriedly when she rubs along her stomach.  “Is our daughter misbehaving for her mama?”

“I think she’s dancing because her daddy got his own sprinkles.  They even have daisies in them.”

“Ransom, he’s a big softie, huh?”

“The softest.  You should see him with Mimi when he thinks no one is listening.  Maybe you should talk to him about how he fell in love.  No story is just beauty, Jaxy.  My family knows a thing or two about that.  Aster, my mom, Story, Blade, Lucy I think is about the only one.  What’s beautiful is finding someone worth living with.  And I did.  We’ll work through all this ugly, and I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.  Now eat your messy sprinkles and sundae.  Mama needs a deep massage to go back to sleep.”

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Jax meeting Steve please..

Posie is almost scared for her Pappy and Gigi to meet Jax after what happened with James. James' Ransom Drysdale is showing! He just wants the best for Posie and doubts that Jax is what's best. Pappy and Gigi...

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That’s My Job

Summary:  Posie takes Jax to meet her other grandparents

Pairings:  Posie X Jax, Steve X Marta

Rating:  cute

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  700

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Marta continues to carry out a few plates, waiting for that low rumble that informs her of her granddaughter’s arrival.  Nervous about meeting the boyfriend.  She hadn’t done this before.  She’d done the sons and daughter thing, never the granddaughter thing.  Steve walks up behind her, quickly pressing a kiss to her cheek.  “Calm down, it’s just Posie.”

“You remember what your mom said.  It’s not just Posie, this is her...”

“My mom is a crazy ole bitty.  She has said a lot of things.”

“And when has she been wrong?” Steve reluctantly agrees with his wife, laying out the last few plates before pulling her into his lap.  “I want to like him.  James doesn’t like him, but I want to.”

“What do you mean, James doesn’t like him?  Is he pulling a Ransom Drysdale?” Steve cackles when Marta nods her head.  “Let’s hope,” he stops when that rumble of his motorcycle with his pretty little granddaughter on the back arrives.  “That was a nice sounding bike.”

“Don’t fall in love with him yet, Papi.  You haven’t even met him.”

Steve’s face falls when he sees the tattoos on his arms.  That long blonde hair being pushed behind his ears, and Posie’s hand under his shirt, but then his eyes trail up to her face as she beams up at him.  For the sake of Posie, he promises to give him a fair shot.  Taking Jax’s hand in his own, he makes note of the strong handshake, and then those thick rings.

“So, glad that you two could join us,” he comments, wrapping an arm around Marta.

“You invited us Pappy.  Oh, Gigi this looks delicious.  But I want you guys to meet Jax, the boyfriend.  Jax this is Steve and Marta,” with a cute little smile Marta pulls Posie with her to get the drinks, and Steve watches Jax’s eyes follow her.

“Not the most appropriate attire for a bike ride.”

“I can’t seem to get her to wear anything but the sundresses.  She wears shorts underneath.”

“Posie likes the sun.  Revels in it.  Likes the way it feels on her skin.  She would feel claustrophobic in pants.  Heaven forbid she has to put on real clothes in the summer.  I think that’s why she wants to teach.  So you work with James?” Jax nods saying a yes sir.  “Beau says you do good work.  Have you always wanted to be in construction?”

“No, I always thought I would stay with the MC,” he gives a big smile to Posie as she walks out.  “Things change though, but I’m not mad about it.”

The four eat the dinner, and Steve mostly observes Posie and Jax’s interactions.  He doesn’t like Posie being with someone at such a young age, but he isn’t mad at the boy.  He’s attentive to her needs.  Watches her with the utmost adoration, adds a lot to the conversation.  He isn’t a fan of them touching constantly, but he assumed as much when James said she was basically living with him.  

Marta lets out a laugh before leaning over on Steve’s shoulder, wistfully gazing at the couple before they bid them adieu.  “Posie, you mind coming by and feeding the frogs tomorrow?”

“Sure Pappy.”

Marta watches them leave and turns to look at her husband, “What do you need to talk to her about?”

“Nothing.”

“Feeding the frogs means you want to talk to her.  He was nice.  She adores him, don’t you...”

“I know, mi amore.  She had called earlier, and said she wanted to talk.  She wants to know what I think since her dad is being an ass.  Don’t worry, I don’t dislike the kid.  I want him to get her, her own helmet.  At least she was wearing boots, but I’d love to see her with something that covers.”

“Aye yi yi, I’m gonna have to talk to my boy.  She picked her a good one, and if what your mother said is true,” Steve snaps his head up, “Stevie, your mom is very smart and intuitive.  She was right about us, about Bucky, about our children.  James better listen to his Nana.  He won’t have much time.”

“Why would you say that?” Marta shrugs, and starts clean up from dinner.  “Regardless, I’m going to see what Posie girl wants to talk about.  Don’t get your panties twisted.  That’s my job.”

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how is Possie's relationship with Ransom, Frank and Steve ? do they babysit all her sometimes ?

Do they babysit her? Keep in mind, Posie is all three of their first grandbaby.

Papa, Pappy, Pop-Pop

Summary: Three men and a little baby

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Steve Rogers X Frank Adler

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of James missing, nursing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  400

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Iris naps in her old bedroom at the estate.  Moving in since she had been pregnant with Posie, because it was just easier.  She had been going through so much, you hated to see her alone.  Pregnant, and unable to tell the father, and then when James went missing, she definitely didn’t need to be alone.

Since Posie’s birth you couldn’t keep Steve and Frank away from the estate.  Both of them and their families nearly living there, because they couldn’t get enough of the little baby.  And it was a constant fight between them.  Ransom living here, always seemed to get first dibs on Posie.  First thing your husband did in the morning would be to go to Iris’s room, and talk down into the crib of his granddaughter.  “You look just like your mom, Posie girl.”

“Daddy, do you have to do that every morning?”

“Yes,” he answers picking up the baby.  “I’ll change her and get her ready for the day if you want.”

“Thanks.  I love you.”

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The funniest thing to watch is when Ransom let’s her lay on his shoulder, randomly turning his neck to give her a kiss, while Steve and Frank sit patiently.  “Alright, you’ve held her for thirty minutes,” Steve starts.

“Thirty minutes?  He got her all morning to himself,” Frank adds, reaching his hands out to hold her.

“You three need to stop.  Do you not hear her whining?  Come here, sweet girl,” you say reaching down to hold your granddaughter.  Steve and Frank groan, “Stop.  She needs to be fed, so I’m taking her to her mother.”

“I can do that,” Frank says starting to stand up.

“She doesn’t want any of you near her while she’s nursing.  Steve, you didn’t get to hold her yesterday, so you’ll be the first one to hold her when she’s finished,” Frank groans again.  “And you were here all day yesterday, while Ran and Steve were working.  Geeze, next time Iris needs to have more than one baby.”

“Next time?” Ransom pouts.

“Yeah, I need another baby to spoil.  My babies aren’t babies anymore.”

“I tried,” Ransom shrugs.  “Put that cheerleader costume on, and we can try again.”

“You’re ridiculous.  I’ll be back.  Tell Papa, you’ll be right back.”

“What about me?” Steve whines.

“And your pappy.”

“You’re forgetting me,” Franks adds.

“And pop-pop.  Are all you babies happy?” they nod their heads and you walk to help Iris nurse.

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I can see Posie complaining to her grandpa Steve about her father being ridiculous and mean to Jax after that dinner at Rogers?

Posie most definitely complains to Pappy because that's her dad's dad. And Ransom Drysdale likes Jax, so why shouldn't James, who likes everybody but doesn’t like Jax. Papa and Pappy are gonna have to give him a good talking to!

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Anytime Now

Summary:  Steve and Posie feed the frogs

Pairings:  Steve X Posie

Rating:  mild

Warnings: very vague mentions of jumping on the bed, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  850

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"Hey baby,” Steve leans to give Posie a kiss to her temple before she sits down in the bench, followed by her Pappy.  “What’s up?”

“What did you think of Jax?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think,” he gives a sigh, putting his arm around his granddaughter, and she leans over on his shoulder.  “Matters what you think.”

“Oh, I like him a lot.”

“I know.  I’ve heard you’re practically living with him.”

“No, I uh,” she stutters out, but stops when Steve starts laughing.

“It’s okay.  You’re being safe?” Posie let’s out an exaggerated sigh, and tells him yes, “I’m just checking.  It’s my job.  To answer your question, while I’m not a fan of you dating, period, I guess if you have to...he’s not a bad guy, Pose.  Beau seems to like him,” he can’t help but laugh when she squeals.

“Pappy, he’s so sweet.  And I’m not just saying that because I have a school girl crush.  He is.  He works so hard, and he comes home, and still wants to spend time with me.  And he’s so respectful.  Thorne, Oakie, and even Poppy adore him, and he makes me laugh until I cry.  And ahh.”

Steve looks out at the frogs and random ducks that swim around the pond, thinking about how quickly his Posie has grown.  Feeling like it was only yesterday that he was holding onto Iris’s hand while she was in labor, needing anyone that reminded her of James.  How he had one look at that little baby in her arms, and had to leave.  Not wanting to upset Iris even further, but everything about Posie had reminded him of James, and just how much he missed his son.

“Your Nana seems to think this family, minus me, always meets their love when they’re young.  She believes...”

“Ahh!  Don’t tell me.  I don’t wanna know.  I just want to enjoy Jax.  Speaking of which,” leaning back she looks at her grandfather, almost giving him a little pout.  “Dad hates him.”

“No he doesn’t.”

“Yes, he does.  He’s ugly to him.  That’s why...it’s why I stay with Jax and Opie so much.  Their apartment is closer to the daycare, and I just, Pappy I really like him, maybe love him, and I hate choosing.  I need you to hit your son in the back of the head,” Steve throws his head back cackling.  “It’s not funny.  But I can’t be around him when he says something ugly about Jax because...”

“You feel it’s a jab against you?” Posie nods her head, leaning back over on Steve.  “I’ll talk to him Posie, but remember that this is hard for him.”

“Him and mom were together when they were like twelve.”

“But this is different.  It’s serious,” she leans back and glares at him.  “I know.  He just worries about you.  You aren’t worldly.”

“Neither was mom.”

“I know.  But your mom wasn’t his daughter.  I’ll talk to him, but understand why he isn’t overly happy about this union.  He does need to quit being so ugly.  On a brighter note, how is working at the daycare?” 

Excitedly Posie turns to fully look at Steve speaking about working with the kids, and just the things that she’s been learning.  “There’s this new kid that started coming this week, and his name is Abel, and he’s so adorable.  He just follows me around, everywhere.  He’s so sweet, calls me Osie, kinda like Oakie.”

“Enjoy babies at the daycare.  They’re a lot more work when their parents don’t pick them up, because you’re the parent.”

‘Pappy!  I know this.  Trust me, working there is the best birth control.  Plus, Jax and I have a five year plan.  I need to finish school, and we need to have a house before we ever even think about kids of our own.”

“Wow.  I mean, I’m proud that you’re being responsible, but he’s the one, huh?” Posie scrunches up her nose and nods.  “Fine.  It’s fine.  Your Nana did say we Rogers find love young.  Although she also said...”

“Pappy!  I said no!  I’ve got a five year plan, let me live in bliss for the next five years, and then we’ll think about kids.  I’m eighteen.  I don’t need that right now.  I’ve got school in the fall, and it’s hard enough trying to figure out what to cook for him and Opie.  Could you imagine adding a baby?  Before you say anything, Jax and/or Opie help, without me asking.  It’s like a family thing.”

“Just be careful.  You don’t want surprises,” she gives him a playful slap to his shoulder.  “I’m just saying, I’m a retired doctor, I can tell you to be careful and it’s not creepy.”

“It’s extremely creepy even then.  Watch yourself.”

“Posie girl?” she looks up at her grandfather with a soft smile, “I love these little chats with you, and I promise, I’ll talk to your dear old dad about how dumb he’s being, but maybe, just maybe we let GiGi handle him?” Posie nods, and her arms wrap around him tightly.  “It’s okay to slow your growing though.  Anytime now.”

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🥺 I caaaaaaan’t. The cuteness is too much. Ellie and Beck are killing me! - 💫

I LOVE those two 💫anon! Ellie is searching so much for a father, and without realizing it, she's getting it with Beck. Even inviting him to do things with her, if her daddy is working. Beck is seriously one of the best things that could happen to Ellie. Ransom loves and hates it at the same time. Like he's jealous that Ellie is giving Beck his cookies, but the fact that this man can be so kind to his granddaughter, it also makes Ran a very happy Papa!

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Venus Buddy

Summary: Mickey is working again

Pairings: Chris Beck X Eliana Henry

Rating: Sad but fluffy

Warnings: Sad!Ellie, Chris Beck, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

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Aster paces around her office, while she whisper yells on the phone. Her dark blue eyes checking her dad's office to see her precious little girl sit in his lap coloring, and waiting on the man that Ransom won't stop talking about. Finally going to to introduce the great and wonderful Chris Beck to his daughter. But now she's in yet another war with her ex.

She rolls her eyes at yet another excuse, "Goddammit Mickey!" she yells and Ellie looks up at her mom. She crawls back a bit further on her Papa, squeezing her Mercury buddy tight.

"Mommy's mad that daddy had to work again. He can't make it to my game," she stares up at Ransom, trying to smile, but he sees the big tears in her eyes. Doing what she always does, shrugging making an excuse for her father, even though she just wants to cry. Smiling even though her heart is broken.

"You can't keep making her promises that you have no intentions to keep. Don't tell me what type of tone to use. You called me while I was at work..." Aster's voice continues to get louder, and Ransom stands with Ellie in his arms, grabbing her bag, and gives Aster a wave.

"Hand Papa his phone. I need to call Beck, and let him know to meet us at the picnic tables."

"I got this Papa," with ease she flips through his phone, "How do you spell it?" Ransom spells out his name for her. Smiling at her little clicks, "This him?"

With a little nod, Ellie puts the phone to her ear. Waiting for when he picks up. A small part of her assumes, that like her father, he won't answer, and she'll be left to wonder if he shows up. "Hey, sorry, I'm running a little late. Traffic has been awful. I'm pulling in now."

"Becks!" she giggles at his voice. Surprise and excitement running through her veins, and she clutches tighter to Mercury.

"Pumpkin! I was hoping you would be there."

"Does that mean you brought me something?"

"Ellie, stay on task," Ransom warns, as they walk through the doors to outside.

"Right. Mommy and daddy are in a fight, so we're..."

"You weren't supposed to tell him that," Ransom scolds her. Her little eyes pout up at him, and she tries to mimic his face.

"But they were. Becks, we're going to be outside at the picnic tables. I brought lunch too, and Mercury. My pumpkins are still in Papa's office. Mommy has the prettiest."

She continues the random little chat with Beck, and when Ransom turns the corner to the picnic tables Beck is jumping out of the car. Still holding onto the phone as he speaks to her. As soon as she sees him, she drops Ransom's phone, and wiggles out of his arms. Running to Beck with the biggest smile on her face. "Becks, you came! I thought that you were going to have to work, and wouldn't make it."

"Sometimes my work does take me away, but I always show..." he stops his speaking when her head tilts to the side. He remembers the few conversations he's had about her father. Her not fully understanding where her father is, just the constant excuse of working. The constant promises that have continued to be broken when it comes to seeing her. "Here, it's not wrapped this time," he hands her another little buddy. Those big eyes with the thickest lashes just gazing up at him waiting.

"She's Venus. The second planet from the sun, so she's very hot. She also rotates backwards," he continues giving her little tidbits of the planet, when she grabs his hand to walk over to Ransom. He dusts off his phone, opening his arms wide, but she sits with Beck. "Oh wait. I got you two something to keep in the office."

Ellie turns to watch him trot back to his car, pulling out a big brown box. She stands, tilting her body from left to right, stretching as far up as she can, but he only holds the box higher, until dropping it on the table. He isn't sure who is more excited, Ellie or Ransom. A box full of Biscoff goodies. "Where did you find all this?" her tongue begins licking her lips, already tasting the hoard of Biscoffs that wait for her.

"I've got connections, Pumpkin. Now, only one of these a day," she nods her head, but he looks over to Ransom, "Papa?"

"What? She eats just as much as I do," Ellie giggles reaching in to grab a treat she hadn't had before. Opening it up, and handing the first cookie sandwich to Beck who gives her quick smile, but keeps talking to Ransom. He hands him some papers to sign. Making the meeting far too quick for Ellie.

"Alright, Ellie Belly, your mom is texting me, and saying you need to get dressed."

"Becks, um, daddy has to work so do you think you could...you maybe....pretty please with Biscoffs on top, come and watch my soccer game?" it's not that he wouldn't want to go to the game. Not knowing her mother, and still feeling like he's inviting himself just doesn't sit well with him.

"I tell ya what pumpkin, let me have your schedule, and I'll go to one of your games," looking down at his hand, she starts picking at his fingernail, contemplating what he just said.

"You gotta work like daddy?"

"I actually got to pick up my nephew. His mom is having to work late."

"His daddy work a lot too?" Ransom stands to collect his granddaughter. His emotions a mixture of sadness and pure anger as he reaches for her, but she pushes his hand away. "I know what it feels like. My mommy she, she makes time for me. Or Mimi is always there, Papa too. Blade comes a lot, and and Papa what's wrong?"

"Ellie, why don't we let Beck go, baby?" huffing out some air, she gives Beck a little pat on his shoulder, thanking him for the goodies and Venus buddy. She gathers her and Mercury and Ransom gives a silent thanks to Beck. "She's understanding things a bit more," is the only thing he responds before walking away.

Beck taps at his phone. He knows that the daughter is single, and from the back, the only part he's seen she looks amazing, but with the way Ransom talks about her. The way that little girl has already got him wrapped around his finger, makes him want to know more. Having a deep need to not want to insert himself just to hurt the little girl.

He takes a deep breath walking to his car. Looking in the back to see the box full of Celestial Buddies he has yet to give Ellie. The whole collection, just waiting for each meeting, and he intends on her getting every single one.

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Harlen had a good relationship with Story & Blade when they were little and helped encourage their imaginations, what about with little Lucifer? I can imagine him sitting with her in the garden encouraging her drawings even when she was tiny🥺 -🦋

You're trying to hurt us aren't you 🦋 Harlan was just such a good grandfather. He adored Ransom's kids, and encouraged them to be themselves. So of course Lucy was no exception. He did pass when she was only seven, so she didn't have a ton of time with him. But of course, he was always encouraging her.

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Ransom’s Spawn

Summary:  Lucy shows Harlan her work

Pairings:  Harlan X Lucy

Rating:  adorbs

Warnings: sweet Lucy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  500

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Harlan watches his youngest granddaughter sneak behind an archway in the garden and releases a little giggle.  Armed with a pen and paper, and it’s the only time the little five year old isn’t up to mischief.  She’s very much aware that her grandfather is sitting outside in the sun, writing in his journal himself.

“Luciana?”

“Gwandpa?” those honey eyes peek around the fluffy rose bush, and she gives him a sneaky little smile.

“What are you working on today?”

“Some guwls,” he gives her a quick wink, before she leans back into her little cove, that she thinks no one knows about.  When in reality, everyone knows, but they also like their moments of peace.

The little girl intrigues him so much.  Out of all of Ransom’s children, she is who she is.  Unapologetic about her slightly mischievous ways, but with a budding creativity.  “Gwandpa, do you think blue or purple goes better with pink?”

“I think they both go well with pink.”

“That does not hewp me.”

“Blue,” he can almost hear the little girl’s gears turning as she colors one of her creations.  Clicking sounds from the marker caps happen quickly, before Lucy skips over to Harlan.  “Let’s see what you go little bit,” she hands him over her notebook and he just beams at the creations.

“You are very much a Drysdale, but your creativity isn’t with words, huh?” she shakes her head no at him.  “But, your characters do tell a story, don’t they.”

“Yeah, hew name is Wosette and hew is Orwiah.”

“Rosette and Oriah, those are beautiful names.  Tell me a bit about them.”

Lucy’s eyes shine, and she crawls into Harlan’s lap ready to tell the stories of her newest girls.  Harlan sits back and absorbs every word.  Still so full of imagination and wonder.  Still passionate about her craft, and her art work far surpassed what he felt the average five-year-old could do.  But he also thought each of his grandchildren were extraordinary.  Nobody compared to them.

“Gwandpa?”

“Luciana?”

She giggles at him a moment.  Both their constant need to say each other’s names.  “How did you know you wanted to wite?”

“Back in medieval times I copied stories for other people using a quill pen.”

“No, weally.”

“My brain, there’s just a lot of stories up there, so I write.  Why do you enjoy your art?” she gives a little shrug, and looks out to the garden that Harlan has kept growing with every new addition to the family.  “There has to be some reason.”

“I’m awone and can focus.”

“You can’t focus when you’re alone?” she shakes her head no.  “Why not?”

“My skin buzzes, and I got to get into something.  I kept getting in twouble, so I dwew, and I wike cowors and youw fwowews.”

“Some of those are your flowers.  Those purple ones right over there,” he points out the violets right next to her special spot.  “You know violets are supposed to be shy.”

“I’m not shy.  I’m Wuciana Dwysdawe.”

“That you are sweetheart.  How about you go draw some more.  I’ll be out here writing, and then we’ll go get some...”

“Biscoffs!” she gives him a quick kiss to his nose, and runs back to her spot.

“Definitely Ransom’s spawn.”

“I know!”

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Beck and Ellie have me all 🥺🥰!!! - 💫

Hey 💫anon! Are they not the cutest!? And he was falling for Aster through Ransom and Ellie. Remember him after meeting Aster, the next morning? He wanted to tell her something about her daughter...because Ellie actually knows Beck.

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Mercury Buddy

Summary: Beck has another meeting with Ransom, and has a surprise for Ellie

Pairings: Chris Beck X Ellie Henry

Rating: The cutest

Warnings: Chris Beck, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

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"You gonna be good for Papa?" Aster asks, opening up her daughters lunch bento. Getting her juice box all set up for her. "And I brought extra Biscoffs. Papa said you haven't been sharing."

"I have, too," she pouts taking a drink. "He is just mad that I wasn't sharing with him. But I do share, mommy, I promise."

"I know sweet girl," Aster takes a deep breath, giving her a kiss to her temple, "If daddy gets off early he said he's going to pick you up here, okay?"

"Really?" she asks excitedly. Aster wants to hit herself for even bringing it up. She would have rather Mickey show up and it be a surprise. So now if he doesn't, she'll be the one having to make up for something Mickey did. Again.

"If he gets off early. If not, how about we go to Coldstone?" Ellie nods excitedly taking a bite of her lunch. Aster stands up from squatting when Ransom walks in. "She's got some coloring books, her tablet, and some of those little critter things."

"Calico Critters," Ellie giggles through her bite of PB&J.

"She'll be fine. I love you, angel," Ransom gives his daughter a long hug. Seeing the defeat of Ellie's dad flaking out, yet again.

Once he sits at his desk waiting on his next client, he taps his thigh, wanting for Ellie to finish her lunch with him. Loving how she just shoves bits of her food in his mouth. In Ransom's way, he's showing his tiny bit of ownership of her, because he needs to let Beck know, who's granddaughter this is.

Ellie pops a grape in her mouth when Beck walks in and gasps, trying to wiggle her way off Papa's lap. "Let me go, Papa. I gotta give Becks a hug," running over to Beck, she wraps her arms around his legs and spots the bag he's got hiding behind him. "What's that Becks?"

He squats down to get eye level with her, "Well, I just had a feeling that you were going to be here, so I brought you a little something," with a squeal she reaches down into the overly pink bag, and pulls out a pouch full of different sizes of blue pumpkins. "I think your Papa needs his office decorated with some blue pumpkins don't you?"

She gives him a little giggle before reaching in to pull out a plushie, "Who's this?" she pulls out the cute little round ball, excited that her mom will approve of such a plushie.

"He is Mercury. He's the fastest planet, and the one closet to the sun," Ellie stares up at him in wonder as he explains the name, and who he was named after.

"You're really smart," she giggles giving the little plushie a hug.

"Well, thanks pumpkin, I've also been to space. It's my job to know those things."

Ellie gasps, her eyes lighting up, and she squeezes the plushie tighter in excitement, "No way! You've been on the moon?"

"Not yet. That's the next mission."

"You've seen a star close up? I love stars," she pulls him in by his collar, "That's what my mommy's name means. Mimi calls mommy her star. So I have all the stars in my room. Daddy even got me ones that glow, and and he got this ball that puts all the stars on my walls. I'm learning the...what are they called Papa, those things in the sky that tell stories."

"You're learning the constellations?" Beck asks. For such a small little girl to be learning such a forgotten form of story telling he's impressed.

"Yeah...and some of the names of stars. There's a lot, so I'm not good at them."

"Ellie, you wanna play for a bit, so I can talk with Beck?" she nods sitting Mercury down in the chair that's usually saved for Otto. Pulling out her blue pumpkins to begin playing with them. Making sure to put a couple in front of Mercury, before she places them throughout Papa's office. Checking to see her mom isn't in her office before placing what she feels is the prettiest of blue pumpkins on her desk. And walking back.

She watches the two men talk, giggling every time Beck looks at her to give her a wink. Going through her things she pulls out a different bento, full of Biscoff goodies. Handing one to Ransom before, crawling back into Beck's lap, placing a cookie in the cookie butter, and she puts it at his mouth. Without skipping a beat Beck takes a bite, and only steals a tiny glance at her. Continuing on with his meeting with Ransom.

"Papa! It's time for my meeting," she reaches over to get Ransom's phone with a giggle, but when he doesn't hand it over, her little body slides off Beck. Walking behind his desk, she puckers her cookie butter smeared lips up at him, giving him the stickiest kiss, before grabbing up her star blanket and Mercury. "Thank you Becks. If if, daddy is busy with work, mommy is taking me to Coldstone. Maybe you could go?"

"I think I need to meet your mommy first before I invite myself out for ice cream with you."

She giggles looking up at him, "I invited you silly. You don't have to go, my daddy will probably get me anyways. Thank you again for Mercury and my pumpkins."

"Blue pumpkins, you're welcome pumpkin," with another short giggle, Ellie skips over to Aster's office for her FaceTime call to her Mimi before her heavy eyes close completely. With a hug to her new little planet buddy.

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I know you kind of touched on this a little bit, but can you write about a heart to heart between Aster and Ransom? I feel like after seeing how good Beck is with Ellie, he’s just be so relieved that she finally has a good man in her life. I also feel like having Ransom’s approval means more to Aster than she’d think

Aster isn’t a gushy daddy’s girl like Story, but she values Ransom’s opinion SO much!  It’s funny that Ransom basically hand picked Beck for Aster, and didn’t even realize it.  He spent months talking that man up to Kitten and Aster, even saw his interactions with Ellie first hand, and didn’t even think that he would be a good fit for Aster.

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They Can Help Too

Summary: Ransom is proud of Azzie

Pairings: Ransom X Aster

Rating: mostly floof

Warnings:  mentions of Mickey, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.3K

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There’s a lot of things that Hugh Ransom Drysdale does not like. He doesn’t like Caesar dressing, doesn’t like when people lie to him, hates if someone is ugly to his family, especially his wife, but he really hates that his kids grew up. Wishing nearly everyday he could go back and do things differently, maybe then some of his kids wouldn’t have suffered such heartbreak.

Ransom really hated his first born became a mother alone. He knew her almost reluctance to become a mother at all, after her first marriage. Had made up her mind that she was not having children, because that’s just what society tells women they need to do. And then the partying happened.

Becoming single for the first time in years, after a mentally exhausting marriage, Aster thought only of herself. Tired of always trying to please a man, she wanted to please herself. And she did. Several times over, and then she met Mickey.

Mickey was a fling. He was hot, willing to have sex anytime and anywhere. Mickey was talented and funny. He was never meant to be a dad.

Ransom watched Aster feel guilty for the choices she made. Tried to be strong when Story had lost so much, but also felt like people overlooked all that she had lost. And Story had Carter, the man that she knew was for her, her whole life. She had Mickey, when he was sober. And only after almost six months of hiding her pregnancy.

Mickey wasn’t consistent, and never wanted to be a father. The one person that Aster had was her dad. She understood her sister’s need to want to hold their dad’s fingers. Holding onto him like she was a child again, and that he could take it all away. Ransom wished he could.

He spent the better half of Ellie’s first few months tending to the baby, and when Blade had her, he had Aster. Would let her literally crawl in his lap and cry about how she doubted she would be a good mom. Had already failed with choosing a good dad for her precious Eliana.

Ransom wanted to make it all go away. Wished that Mickey could step up, but knowing he probably wouldn’t. He was Mickey, until he met you. Mickey hadn’t found his reason to be sober, and only he could make that decision.

He watched Aster’s confidence as a mom grow overtime. No longer in her head about what she did wrong, and started focusing on what she could do right. Raising her daughter without a father, because Ellie had strong men in her life. She had all the father figures she needed.

Ransom hates when she moved out. Telling him she wasn’t used to how crowded the big estate got. She just needed space. And hated watching the happy couples that surrounded her. She wanted to focus on Ellie, herself, and her work.

Aster poured herself into work, and as soon as she clocked out, everything was about her daughter. Spending every evening just the two of them. Talking like they were best friends. Ellie had an extensive vocabulary because of these conversations.

So when Ransom met Beck, and saw how quickly his granddaughter took to him, Ransom even found himself jealous of all the times that Ellie chose him over her own grandfather. Ransom was unaware that he was liking Beck for Aster. All the qualities he saw Beck possessed, he knew that Aster would be compatible with. And then Beck was falling for Ellie. Falling for Aster without even have met her, and only on Ransom’s and Ellie’s talks about her alone.

All the times that Ransom had talked to Aster about Beck, he didn’t realize that he was letting her know that he approved of him. So when he found out they were dating, he wanted to be angry. Because that’s what Ransom does. He doesn’t want his daughters single, but he doubts if anyone would ever be good enough for them.

Beck never changed how he was with Ellie, just because he was dating Aster. If anything, he became more involved. Started to look at Ellie as his daughter. Looked at her so fondly, was protective of her, never spoke ill of her father, and when confronted by Mickey, Beck was firm but calm.

When Aster had told Ransom what had happened when her and Beck had to leave in the middle of the night to get her daughter he was furious, but also impressed. Heard how calm he was with Ellie, how he thought of nothing but protecting that little girl. Wanted nothing more than to make Aster and Ellie happy and to keep them safe. Ransom wants to be mad, but he can’t.

He sits in his office, staring across the hall to Aster; watching her smile while talking on the phone. A smile she never gave anyone before. A smile that no matter how hard she tries, it can’t be dulled. Hearing her full of life giggles while she takes a quick phone call from her boyfriend, just talking about what to eat for dinner. He knows his daughter finally found her one. And he’s never been so sure in his life. Hell, when he met the whole family, he fit right in. Loved being around them.

So when she hangs up the phone and he pokes his head in there with a big smile, “Don’t start. He’s my boyfriend, and I’m allowed to have breaks,” Ransom walks further into the office and stands in front of her. “What are you doing?”

He wraps his arms around her giving her the Aster hug. The hug where someone wraps you in their arms so tightly, and the other person stands their unmoving. “I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“Letting those Drysdale walls come crumbling down. You let a good man into your life, but most importantly into your heart. A man that is not only good for you, but for your most precious little girl. I have never seen you happier. And I’m proud that you allowed yourself this happiness.”

“Daddy stop.”

“No, Azzie. You deserve this. You deserve this life. You deserve happiness, just like Ellie does. You deserve that beautiful smile on your face. Deserve to quit being so fucking hard, and having a heart. I have never seen you let someone see this part of you that isn’t family. It’s because he’s your family now, huh?”

Aster finally returns the hug, crying on her dad’s shoulder when she nods. “I want to hate all you girls’ choice in men. But I gotta tell ya, you three have done good. Even though I’ve had to put up with two of them for almost three decades. I think that’s why I like Beck the most.”

“No, it’s not,” she leans back to look at him. “He really does make me happy. He’s so cheesy and a cornball. But I never worry about him. He comes home to me every night. Calls and texts throughout the day. He’s loyal and faithful and he loves my kid.”

“If he didn’t, I’d kill him.”

“I’d let you,” she lays back down on Ransom’s shoulder, looking at the new picture Ellie had framed and snuck in her office. A picture of Beck, Aster, and Ellie after a soccer game. She can see even in pictures of how happy Beck is. “Thanks, daddy. For the approval.”

“Yeah, well if you always listened for my approval we wouldn’t have Ellie belly.”

“No, but now my baby is getting her a real daddy. I love him.”

“I know you do, Azzie. But warn him, should he mess up, I know how to get rid of bodies. Just tell him. Your mom and sisters are into true crime, they can help too.”

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