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Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Raymond Reddington/Donald Ressler.

Look at Donnie’s smile! At that time Donald was smiling yet.

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

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Anything which pops into your head. Or a daily theme you’d like to repeat once again.

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Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Henry Prescott/Donald Ressler.

I’ve already said too much about these two.

Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Reddington/Berlin.

They kinda want to be closer to each other. And I know, I’m late, but I am the law and etc.

Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Reddington/Berlin.

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Ugh. Look at these two: Thomas Vincent Keen and Special Agent Donald Ressler. They're like two magnificent, sexy beasts, seemingly always at odds. Forever enemies, never friends. Constantly in heat.

Sometimes circumstances create unexpected alliances. The notorious blacklister Karakurt had to be delivered safely to testify in court. Along the way, he had to be kept from the clutches of another blacklister, Matias Solomon. Holed up in Harold Cooper's woodland cabin, the tiger and the lion were forced to team up when Mr. Solomon brought a heavily armed posse down on them. Just when it appeared they had failed, and Tom was throwing his usual witty insults at Donald, Cooper got the jump on Solomon and the good guys were once more in control -- after Tom talked Donald down from executing Solomon right there on the spot.

Thus, it appears even two men who, on the surface hate the mere sight of the other, can sometimes work together. Hell, sometimes they might even like each other for a minute. #Tessler

(Gifs are not mine. All credit to the original gif artist/s.)

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@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 7, “Crazy In Love”.

Does delivering a cut-off head of the guy who murdered the love of your life qualify as a sophisticated flirt?

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I love Tom and Liz! When you love someone you have no control. I’m a fan of a good ol love story. I don’t condone toxic relationships and for sure when this relationship started off, it was unhealthy, for a better part of the series. However, they were both working on and focusing on that simple normal life they both yearned and were making great strides when it was cut short sadly. Thru their ups and downs, one thing is for sure, these two ADORED each other and I don’t think anyone can contest that. Tom was LIz’s rock and accepted her AND her faults. So much so that Liz called the man she married perfect. Well… I think except for that one part, he WAS all those things. 

Despite the odds and a marriage that was built on lies on Tom’s part. He did his best to change. Remember Tom was just a child when he was recruited by the major. It was all he ever knew and was trained to be a dangerous operative. In the land of TBL spies/killers will be spies and killers. But Tom found love in Liz. And Liz was not pink and perfect. They shared similar backgrounds which is why they worked so well together. In a way, this post is more about Tom’s redemption. Tom is no different than any human being who decides to change their ways for the better. He was willing to pay the price for killing the Harbormaster. He did his very best to come clean and be honest. He was a great father. True, he had sociopathic tendencies but this began to shift and he grew as a character. A psychopath he most certainly was not as he CARED and had EMPATHY. Traits psychopaths do not possess. Here is a short  long compilation of screen grabs of scenes that I love. and a few gifs. :)

Day 7: “Crazy In Love”

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A compilation of some of my favorite Tom and Liz scenes. 

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Day 7: “Crazy In Love”

Tell us what they mean to you, and why you ship them. Use a song, quote, or  any scene you think sheds a light on the essence of their relationship.

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Day 6: Nectar Like Lips/Whisper My Name

A/N I just had some fun with this one!  ____

“You have to give the USB drive to Reddington.” Cooper’s voice rings sharply over the small microphone in his ear.

“That’s gonna be a problem.”

He’s standing in the middle of a party – thank God for Aram’s ability to forge invitations. The local bluebloods and their rich posse are gliding over shining marble and in between tables dressed in silk and gold. Donald can feel his pleb breeding stick out like a dying rat amongst songbirds. He’s seen high society, but this is something else.

On a buffet, there are exotic birds killed and splayed out like delicacy. On another table, something is squirming in a bowl. A lady dressed in what he can only assume is a white leopard’s pelt, plucks a tentacled creature out of the bowl ad pops it into her mouth.

He feels the vomit push up into his throat.

That tight upper-class laughter sprinkles over the sway of conversation. Donald tries not to look as uncomfortable as he feels. He halfway expects someone to chase him out on principle alone. Where the fuck is Red? He wants to get out of here.

A familiar laugh pulls him to a sudden halt, he turns to find Red sitting cozy and happy on a purple sofa surrounded by a few smiling women. They are dressed about as scantily as he has seen in any nightclub, but he supposes the solid gold necklaces and stilettos shimmering with diamonds make it upper class.

“Reddington,” he says, already heading over.

Red glances up, his eyes flashing something sharp for a second before softening into the same old look of dark amusement. “Ah! My good friend, Donald!” he waves at him, clearly a little drunk, “What brings you to this little jamboree?”

“I came to give you –“

Red waves a hand, “Oh, come no. I thought you’d come to visit, to share in some delightful conversation and to expand your pallet with some exotic foods.”

The image of a squirming bowl of tentacles makes his stomach churn, “No, thanks.” He says, “I just need to –“

“Then kindly speak to me at a later date,” he says, smile sharp, “I’m sure it can wait.”

Red turns back to his women, dismissing Donald.

There is a long moment where he can’t think, his anger crawling up in his chest at a murderous speed. He’s halfway tempted to throw the stick at him, but then he might compromise the information. It’s already wrapped tight in a bit of silicone…

A thought comes to him.

Turning his back, he slides the USB stick into his mouth, then he heads over to the lady on Red’s left. While Red is busy with the other woman on his right, he taps the lady on the shoulder, giving her a nod of his head and a wink. She blushes a pretty pink and quickly stands to make space for Donald.

Once settled he reaches up and taps Red on the shoulder.

Red barely has a chance to open his mouth in surprise, when Donald pushes in close and slams their lips together. He can feel Red freeze under him, his mouth still slightly open. Smiling to himself, Donald quietly pushes the stick onto Red’s tongue waiting for him to take it.

Red responds, but not in the way Donald thought he would.

Two hands grip him by the sides of his head, keeping him in place as Red takes the stick and plunges his now free tongue into Donald’s mouth. He gasps. A full-body shudder shoots straight through him. His own hands grabbing for purchase on Red’s suit even as Red shifts his head for better access. Donald responds through shock or need, he’s not sure, his mouth shifting over Red’s, eager and wanting –

Red pulls away, his eyes now warm and soft, “Thank you for bringing me that,” he says softly.

Donald can only nod. His voice has run off somewhere.

Then Red leans in close, lips brushing his ear, “I’ll give you a proper thank you later tonight.”

Donald swallows, and nods.

TBLRSW Day 6: "Whisper My Name"

Red/Cooper

@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 6: “Nectar Like Lips”

A Resslington mix for their non-verbal interactions ;)

You are the boat who’s sailing across my flesh

1. But the flesh is weak and without reason // 2. I see you left a mark up and down my skin // 3. I’ve got to remember this is just a game // 4. за мной следят в замочную скважину, ты следишь // 5. если любовь, значит всё сгорает // 6. I know that you’re burning out for me // 7. You have poison in your heart // 8. Through you I’m living my worst desire // 9. I will wash off all the dirty, dirty thoughts I had about you // 10. я хочу найти письмо в пустом конверте и прочесть тебе

Day 5: “Come on Closer” - Are your favs social distancing these days? Or is it, “ Personal space? What space?”

Though separated in space and time, I would love to see Chloe and Aram get closer!

Yay, we made it to Friday! Let’s drift to headcanons’ lands and imagine our favs hitting the dance floor ;)

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Day 6: Nectar Like Lips”// “Whisper My Name”

Did they kiss? They are about to kiss? They are on first-name basis? Their interactions give you tingles?

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Day 5: Come on Closer

Red braced himself against the car door, his cuffed hands gripping the leather seat in front of him as the driver took a violent turn around the corner – tires squealing over the tar.

This was not exactly how he had planned his Saturday morning. But somethings just could not be helped. Particularly your own kidnapping. 

They all righted again with a jerk. The driver clapped off a few choice insults in Arabic, his voice high with growing panic.

“You should listen to your friend,” Red drolled, “The FBI are quite adamant to have me in their possession, and this won’t end well for either of you.”

The passenger turned in his seat, whipping out his pistol to point straight at him, “Shut up!” he snapped and sat back.

Red shrugged, “Only trying to be helpful.”

Another violent jerk tossed him to the right side this time. He once again grabbed the seat, the ensuing momentum making his insides churn. Damn, he hated car chases. When he righted, they were next to the ocean, still keeping a blistering pace.

The driver’s voice climbed higher up on the panic threshold, and Red peered around the seat. He smiled.

Charging down towards them was a black FBI SUV, and by his guess, it was most likely Donald.

“He’ll swerve!” snapped the passenger.

“He won’t,” said Red, already grabbing the seat belt to click into place. “I can guarantee you that.”

Another few panicked words were exchanged, should they slow down, or keep going? The gunman glanced at Red then at the driver, his face was soaked in sweat his eyes shining bright with fear and terror, but also thick with anger. “Don’t swerve. They don’t want to hurt him!”

“You’re going to play chicken with a man who doesn’t understand the meaning of self-preservation?” he chuckled, then sat back, relaxing his entire body, “I wish you all the luck in the world.”

Another few panicked words, rising higher and higher, until the driver’s nerve faltered and swerved at the last second. 

The impact ripped through his bones, making the car rip and jolt over the tar. Shattered glass shot by him, and for a moment everything spun, he closed his eyes against the nausea, he felt the car tilt, heard the terrified screams of his kidnappers and they came to shaky stand still. The world silent after the screams.

Dazed and out of it, Red shook his head, trying to sit as still as possible. He jumped at the sound of gunfire, two shots, and then his door was ripped open.

Donald, a little bloodied and clearly shaken by the crash was standing next to him. Red offered him a light smile and in an instant, all the tension just seeped out of his body. “Hey,” said Donald, reaching out to the cuffs, “You okay?”

Red held up his hands, “Dazed, but in one piece,” the cuffs clinked open and he rubbed his wrists, “You’re very late Donald.”

He smiled, revealing bloodied teeth. “Yeah?” glancing around he made sure no one was near – his two kidnappers already dead –  before leaning in close to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “I’ll make it up later.”

The ensuing warmth made him smile like a fool, “I look forward to it.”

_____

A/N: Agent Ressler has a death wish. That is all.

TBLRSW Day 5: "Come On Closer"

Red/Cooper

@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 5, “Come On Closer”.

I didn’t like Gale when he was first introduced, but his scenes with Ressler did their thing, and here we are :D

Ressler has a type, eh?

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Day 5: “Come on closer...”

Let me begin by saying that this is a crossover pairing. I’d also like to say that I ship Reddington and Snape platonically. While I can see Sev getting together with a man, I can’t see that for Red. Besides, friendship is so underrated! It can be stronger than romance at times.

The similarities between Severus and Red are significant. Both of them are broken, damaged men who happen to be close in age (Severus is only a month older than Red, his birthday being January 9th, 1960). They both hide behind masks of confidence, whether it’s negative or positive. They both carry a lot of pain within themselves that they don’t dare share with others. They’re both immensely afraid of being vulnerable. Lastly — and most importantly — they’re both living in a state of purgatory.

They’re both morally gray.

Both of them have done utterly reprehensible things, and yet, they both have a deep sense of humanity. They’d certainly bond over their trauma if they ever met.

The difference between the two is that Red isn’t shy about telling people how he feels. Sev, on the other hand, uses Occlumency to prevent himself from feeling at all. There are moments when Severus’s rage is unleashed, but those are one-offs. That difference could balance out the dynamic quite nicely. Red would definitely be intrigued by the mystery of Severus, and using his abilities with charming small talk, he’d be able to draw a response from Sev.

These two would keep their distance, since I believe that Severus is sensitive to touch. He’s described as being twitchy, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a panic attack at the prospect of a hug. Red would have to learn that, though, since touch is literally his love language. But they’d be able to keep their friendship nonetheless, since neither of them are quitters.

A funny thing I’d like to think is that Red would be extremely drawn to Severus’s magic. He would definitely take Sev’s wand and examine it before asking Sev to perform some spells. Red would be absolutely enamored by the spell-casting. He’d be curious to learn about the Wizarding world and how witches and wizards operate.

Here’s an art piece I drew for my crossover fic on Sev and Red, Living in Purgatory. It’s the opening scene of the first chapter, where Red introduces himself in a similar way to how he introduced himself to Anne. If you’d like to read Living in Purgatory, you can find it on FFN and AO3.

FUN FACT: James Spader and Alan Rickman were actually in a film together. The film was Bob Roberts, a political comedy released in 1992. However, Spader and Rickman didn’t share any scenes since Spader’s appearance was a cameo as a news anchor.

@theblacklistrareshipsweek Day 4 - “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” (kinda loosely…) _____________________________________________ iii. push, strike & kill (i’m not going)

„See, this is what I love about you.“ A soft hand ghosting over hot skin. „You throw yourself into this completely and without any fear, even though you know I can’t give you nearly enough. You surrender, you sacrifice your everything for me. And I love your devotion.“ Goosebumps; shallow breath. „Your addiction. To me. To us.“ Gentle candle light. Smooth, silky sheets rustling. The hand never stopping. „Your naive belief that if you just let yourself fall deep enough, you’ll be able to catch yourself again. But you can’t, Donald. You’ve laid down your life to me, harbouring illusions of safety and romance that you know I can never make real, because I just take and take and take. I suck the life out of you and you don’t even realize it. Or maybe you do and you just get off on it in that perverse way that you love it when I make you suck my loaded gun, knowing full well a tiny slip of my finger will have your brains splattered all over the wall.“ A faint laugh. Fond, sparkling eyes taking the pale body in; memorizing every spot over and over again. „God, Donald, I love that about you, I really do. Even more than I despise it. That self-destructive way of yours, giving over your life to me when you should hold on to it with everything you’ve got. Driving yourself closer to a sweet, loving suicide because you can’t help it, tightening the rope around your neck because you know how much I love that sight.“

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Day 5: “Come on Closer”

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Day 5 “Come on Closer”

Day 4: The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health/I’ll Take Care of You

He wakes up to the intense burn of a florescent light. His eyes sting against the glare, piercing straight through his skull, and it takes a long time before he can properly see through the blurring pain.

The machine next to him is incessantly beeping, making the growing headache spike. Hospital. What the hell am I doing in a hospital?

The tubes catch on his arms as he tries to get up, but sudden strong hands are on him, holding him down, gently but firmly. Something is wrong, he doesn’t know what, but something is very wrong.

“Donald, please calm yourself.” A man with a hat is standing next to him. His eyes betray a level of intense exhaustion, but they are filled up with worry and kindness. His doctor?

“You were in an accident.” He comes to sit next to him on the bed, his smile a little relieved. “I’m glad you’re awake,” The man glides a gentle hand over his forehead and briefly into his hair, making him shudder, “You got hurt while saving my life, remember? Typical,” there is a sweet fondness in his voice, “But the doctor’s say you’re going to be fine.”

He shakes his head violently, ignoring the pain. “No…” he struggles again, “… wrong… no.”

Again, strong hands hold him down firmly – he spares a glance to the tall black man next to him and his heart contracts again.

The kind man pushes himself close, grabbing his face in both hands, forcing him to look him in the eye, His expression is fiercely compassionate, but growing with worry. “Donald, just breathe, and tell me what is wrong.”

He blinks, feeling the slide of tears slip into his hair, “Don’t know… “he shakes his head, “Don’t know who I am.”

The expression falls slack, all the softness and compassion shattered in an instant, revealing only a horrible look of surprise and sharp pain. He has the terrible urge to apologize, to at least try and remove that look utter devastation.

When the man finally pulls away, he is already firing off orders to the few others in the room - and there is the doctor, and probably a nurse. 

He turns on his side, trying to block out all the noise, he curls up and desperately tries to remember who he is. ____ A/N: I’ve always wanted to write an amnesia fic, but it never comes out the way I want - the whole point of reading a paring is to see their interactions. When one has amnesia, then it kinda defeats the purpose, because that individual isn’t himself anymore. So you’re technically writing an OC with another character XD Anyway, a short drabble is a good way to get it out of my system. Thanks for reading! :)

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Day 5, "Come On, Closer"

It starts with that little tip-up of the chin: Ressler beckons Tom and his dark, depthless blue eyes nearer. But this time, Tom's guard is down and, before he knows it, Ressler's got him pinned against the wall. When the Agent presses his muscular bulk against Tom's lean frame, it's definitely "Personal space? What space?!"

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This morning starts not so good for Donnie…

But we’re hoping yours is amazing ;)

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 5: “Come On Closer” 

Are your favs social distancing these days? Or is it, “Personal space? What space?”

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TBLRSW Day 4: "The Things You Do Aren't Good For My Health" or "I'll Take Care Of You"

Red/Cooper

Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health”. Red/Berlin

Alcohol isn’t good for health.

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Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” or “I’ll Take Care of You”

Bonus: REDARINA/REDERINA