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The Highest Bidder Masterlist
Completed
Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.
There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters and family dynamics revealed in the movie.
Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, unprotected sex, irresponsible driving, Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)
Chapter 1 - 5/18/2020
Chapter 2 - 5/28/2020
Chapter 3 - 6/16/2020
“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion” Drabble (requested)
Chapter 4 - 6/21/2020
Chapter 5 - 6/30/2020
Chapter 6 - 7/5/2020
Deleted Scene: Studying the Muscles - 8/18/2020
Chapter 7 - 7/13/2020
Chapter 8 - Part 1 - 8/1/2020
Chapter 8 - Part 2 - 8/1/2020
Chapter 9 - 8/3/2020
Chapter 10 - 8/4/2020
Chapter 11 - 8/7/2020
Chapter 12 - 8/16/2020
Chapter 13 - 9/2/2020
Chapter 14 - 10/18/2020
Deleted Scene: Childhood Bedroom - 11/2/2020
“I couldn’t say no to you even if I wanted to” - 8/24/2020
Chapter 15 - 11/22/2020
Chapter 16 - 11/27/2020
Epilogue - 12/25/2020
“I do anything to be the person you love again.” - 8/24/2020
Money’s Worth
Soulmate
Summary: Ransom finds his soulmate... and runs away.
Word count: 982
Warnings: fluff, use of (y/n), coffee gets spilled
Ransom hung out on the escalator leading to the upper sales floor of the bookstore, holding his coffee.
Harlan had threatened to cut off his allowance if he didn't participate more in the business, so he had to help out with the local reading.
He drank his coffee in large gulps. He wasn't used to getting up this early. No one should have to leave bed before two in the afternoon.
He grumbled into his cup. The stairs pushed him and his grandfather up.
He could see the first display tables. At the very front, a hodgepodge of Harlan's books. He let his eyes wander and suddenly the air was knocked out of his lungs. His heart stood still, yet raced twice as fast as usual. He was dizzy and the world was limited only to the inconspicuous side profile of a woman. She was standing in front of a table, looking at blind date books wrapped in brown paper.
He was so fixated on this girl - his soulmate - that he didn't notice that the escalator had ended and fell to the floor like an idiot. The rest of his coffee soaked into the carpet when he looked up.
She was looking at him. Wide eyes stared at him from an astonished face.
Fuck!
Ransom pulled himself together. His instincts took over and.... he ran. Turned around and took the other escalator straight back down.
(Y/n) looked completely overwhelmed after the blond mop of hair. So that's what everyone meant by, "You'll know when it happens." But why is he running away? He's not supposed to run away. God! What if I can't find him again?
"Excuse me, miss," a voice snapped her back into this world.
She looked beside her and gazed into an old, kind face.
"I have to-", she started, but was immediately interrupted.
"Don't worry. This is my grandson." He smiled calmly at her. "I want to apologize for him. He's not used to feelings." He smirked. "He didn't get very far. To the front door, at most."
"How would you know?"
"Because I ran away when it happend. I made it to the front door. When my wife found me, she hit me with her purse. I knew then, she's the one." He grinned. "You should know about your future, that Ransom is not easy."
Ransom... "He's not easy... But?", she asked.
"That's it." He shrugged. "He's not easy. I never was, either. Me and my wife still love each other." He smiled and pushed her toward the escalator. "Go after him."
Ransom stood in front of the building, ruffling his hair. What a fucking idiot. Who runs away from his soulmate? How do you blow something like this out of proportion? Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. The one person who would have been doomed to actually like him and he screws even that up. His mother was right.
"Ransom?" asked the hesitant voice of an angel.
He turned and there she stood. Cautiously, she approached him. As if he was a fawn and she didn't want to scare him away. He continued to stare at her like a retarded idiot.
She reached out her hand to him. "I am (y/n)," she said. (y/n).
He took in a breath to say something, but it caught in his throat. He didn't remember later how his hand had ended up in hers, but he knew that the most pathetic whimper crept from his throat that he had ever heard in his life.
He had had models in his bed. Women lay at his feet. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Okay. Maybe take a deep breath first," she smiled at him.
He gathered up the last of his pride. "You need to find someone else!", he said suddenly. Surprise was written all over her face. Her smile crumbled.
"You seem very nice.", he began.
"But you imagined something else. Sure.", she laughed sadly. "Already... Okay. Got it.", she smiled and looked everywhere but at his face. "I'll go-"
"No. I don't mean it like that!" he interrupted her immediately.
"I-" he sighed, "I come from a family full of scheming, selfish, self-absorbed assholes, and I," he pointed to his own chest, "am God knows the worst of them all." He looked deep into her eyes. "If I can do one thing for the person this fucking fate has assigned me, it's to save them from living in this nightmare. I'm a man-whore. I drink. Hell I wouldn't even be awake if my grandfather wouldn‘t cut off my allowance. I don't work. I'm a spoiled, distorted child and I have no will to change that. Find someone better."
She looked at him intensly, then shook her head. Ransom sighed.
"A coffee." she said then. He looked up.
"We don't have to - and I don't want to - get married right away, but let's at least have coffee," she explained herself. "After all, it's kind of my fault yours spilled."
Ransom turned bright red. He had hoped to appear cool in front of his soulmate, but he had fucked that up big time.
"There's a nice store around the corner," she said.
"They only have that disgusting filter coffee. Hell no." he blurted out.
She laughed. "You really are spoiled, aren't you?"
He shrugged. "I'll show you a real store. While I still have money, at least I can throw it at you."
She laughed. "You got a bookworm here. You'll be poor in six months if you go through with this."
"My grandfather is reading at the store today. If you know anything about books, you know his name. I'll get you any book before it's even on the market.", he finally grinned confidently again.
She looked at him, puzzled. "I've reconsidered my opinion about marrying right away."
He grinned. "Coffee first. I want to be wooed.“
Photo negatives
Summary: Ransom and his soulmate are photo negatives. But it works.
Word Count: 654
Warnings: fluff, use of (y/n)
Here is how Ransom met his soulmate: https://www.tumblr.com/drmaddict/719495908948049920/soulmate?source=share
Ransom was pretty sure that he and his soulmate were photo negatives.
She was shy. He was quick-tempered. She preferred to never leave the house. He wanted to go out partying. She was an early riser. He slept late into the afternoon. She loved animals. He never wanted pets.
Wanted. And yet the old one-eyed cat looked at him from the sofa, annoyed. Not even a pedigree cat had it become. She had gone to the shelter and asked which animal had the least chance of being adopted. Home she came with a 16-year-old mummy, who was missing an eye, had several bald spots, was half blind in his existing eye, and had chronic sinusitis. The cat jumped up and left the living room. Ransom looked after him disapprovingly. He called it a creature. She called him Edgar.
Once, for her sake, he had given the bastard his pills. Afterwards, he had recorded that he would rather shave his head than be mauled by the critter again. (Y/n) had amusedly disinfected the "scratch" on his hand. "That's not funny." "Of course not... A little lower and we would have had to go to the emergency room." He'd ignored her smirk and had the band-aid applied. It had been a serious injury.
She could cook. He could burn water. He wanted to take her shopping to spoil her and she wanted to drag him to a secondhand store first of all.
They weren't a good match. Except in bed. Ransom smirked at the thought. For someone so quiet and shy, she had insanely creative ideas.
But that aside, he just didn't understand why fate had stuck the two of them together of all people.
He was... happy. With her he was really happy. With her simple nature. No ambush. No drama. Well. Almost no drama.
For the past few weeks, she had gotten it into her head that she wanted to meet his family. Today they would all meet and she wasn't going away from the idea, that it would be best to rip off the metaphorical band-qid quickly and all at once. He had sworn to himself to be tough. Now here he was, waiting for her to get ready for his damn family's celebration. It wasn't going to go well. It couldn't go well. She would leave him. If his mother got a hold of her at the latest, she would leave him. No one would be willing to put themself through that for the rest of his life. Especially not because of someone like him. When had he started to see this as the rest of his life? He broke out in a sweat.
(Y/n) came down the stairs. She was wearing a simple black dress. They had picked it out together. He had bought it for her. "Too much?" she asked uncertainly, pointing down at herself. "Perfect," was all he returned. He had never seen her look so chic.
"Can we?" she asked. "Are you really sure?" he asked for the hundredth time. She smiled at him calmly. "I've been waiting tables in luxury restaurants since I was seventeen." She poked him on the nose. "Your family must be going all out to make me back down." She stroked the back of his neck. "You're not nice all the time because nothing bad ever happened to you."
He gave her an appraising look. She giggled. "Come on. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave." She kissed him on the nose. "I have a reward for you, too." He looked ather testingly. "What kind of reward?" "I went to your favorite store." She grinned. He grinned back. "I get something to play with?" "And a pretty package."
He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the door. "You’ll have a stomachache after dinner because you couldn't stomach something," he determined.
She willingly let him pull her along, grinning.