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Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health”. fake!Liz/Resser

If you look at Donnie’s face you’ll see he kinda happy to be poked by the gun. I can make a thousand dirty jokes but I won’t. 

@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 4: “I’ll Take Care of You”.

“What happened, Ressler? You can tell me. The second chance is the least you deserve.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

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Day 4: “I’ll Take Care of You”. Liz/Samar

Who would’ve known xD

Day 4. “I’ll Take Care of You”. Or “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health”. Reddington/Ressler.

You can interpret it both ways.

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

Btw, I have a fix-it AU (Ressler/Prescott)! In Russian, yup, but still. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24271807

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

Their interaction makes me horny.

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Day 4, "The Things You Do Aren't Good For My Health"

Before they agreed to team up and fight Matias Solomon and his army of goons, Tom had to go and point a rifle at Donald. Silly Tom! Donnie don't play those kinds of games! #Tessler

#tom keen #donald ressler #tessler tusslin' #the blacklist rare ships week #TBLRSW

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

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Day three: Hands All Over

A/N: Ever since seeing a guitar in Ressler’s apartment I have always been convinced that Donald is a blues-guitarist. I’ve never been able to see him differently. Enjoy!

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Red keeps a recording of Donald’s guitar playing in his desk.

It’s a silly keepsake, one he has been tempted to trash a few times over. But he can never quite bring himself to do so. How he came about such a keepsake is not exactly a thrilling story, but he does remember it clearly.

Once a long time ago, Red came into the habit of bugging the home of the FBI Agent who was currently assigned to catching him. It was a guilty pleasure. That delicious satisfaction when he could drop events, names and dates of their lives like hand grenades to shake their foundations.

They always took a moment to recover. Sputtering and stuttering to get themselves going again, by which point Red was long gone. He missed those days.

But then Ressler came along. The same routine was followed, a bug slipped into his home where he wouldn’t see it. Activated only when there was activity, or movement nearby and everything was recorded. And Red had picked up excellent facts, good little titbits, to spit out when Donald was in front of him.

But it never shook or rattled him like the others. Donald, sturdy like marble, simply took it on the nose, as if he’d half-way expected Red to know these things.

Needless to say, it sucked the fun right out of it.

He wanted to cut off the bug. Leave it dead and quiet in Donald’s apartment, what’s the point if Red couldn’t have any fun? When next the bug crackled to life over the speak and the recording clicked alive, he had stood to turn it off. No point in listening to the boring life of an Agent when he had better things to do.

“I’m not very good…” you’re at least a decent pain in the ass, Donald.

“Just play already!” He paused, his hand hovering over the volume.

“Alright, alright!” a long breath of silence, then the raspy voice of a guitar started playing over the speaker. At first it was tender, almost timid, as if he was apologizing for playing. But the notes were sweet, a blues tone with a warm resonance. There was no singing, just the soft ship-cha, rhythm carrying through the song. He could so easily imagine Donald’s hands, so quick to punch, shoot or kill, tenderly gripping the neck of his guitar. His other picking the strings with a tenderness he would never see in person. He was surprised to find he wanted to.

The song grew in strength and voice, and when it finally trickled to a stop, Red found himself sitting next to the speaker completely enraptured.

“That was amazing!” Audrey squealed.

“Thanks, it –“ Red cut off the volume, and immediately stopped the recording. He removed the tiny cassette, still more reliable than USB sticks in his opinion, and shoved it in his pocket. Later, when Dembe came home he would ask him to remove the speaker, they had no more use for it.

Years later he still has the cassette, tucked away in the corner of whatever desk he currently owns. He doesn’t listen to it often, but every now and then he slips it into the cassette player, sits back and listens to the raspy notes a blues song. Perfectly imagining Donald’s hands around the neck of his guitar.

Day 2: “Damn your eyes”  (And those muscles!).

Red + muscle dude from Costa Rica. 

Day Four: “I’ll Take Care of You”

Whump moments with your favs. If that’s not you jam, alternatively, you may show us the moments they care about each other.

Drexel remains one of my very favourite Blacklist episodes because of this storyline in it. Tom felt cornered and took a stupid risk that nearly got him killed. He knows it was dumb (and admits to it), Liz knows it was dumb, but it highlights what’s most important in their lives: each other. They were both terrified that they’d never see the other again because of it.

Hurt/comfort is one of my favourite genres because of the emotional discovery it lends to. The characters are pushed to the brink and they realize just what was actually at stake. For this episode with these characters, it only helped them grow stronger.

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

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

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Day 3, “Hands All Over”

Now Kiss and Make up

Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” or “I’ll Take Care of You” - Whump moments with your favs. If that’s not you jam, alternatively, you may show us the moments they care about each other.

Kate would have loved taking care of Masha and Kat, and she would have done a fantastic job too. As fate had it, she ended up looking after Liz and Red instead. Who may or may not be the man in the top picture.

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

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

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Day 3, "Hands All Over"

Red had to give emergency medical aid to Ressler in Anslo Garrick which involved a lot of touching. But these two find excuses for physical touch throughout their relationship. Whether it's slapping on handcuffs, a pat on the shoulder, gentle care or a full-body hug, our #Resslington pair just seem to get more touchy as the years roll by.

I had to!

(Not my gifs. Credit to the original gif artist/s.)

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@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 3 “Hands All Over”.

Pain is love, pain is love Drag me into the drain of your heart

“Pain Is Love” by Spiritual Front

@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 3 “Hands All Over”.

We are the same endless desire, devotion like emptiness I’m so in love with you, desperately in love with you Devoted to you as I

“Devoted To You” by Spiritual Front

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Day 3, "Hands All Over"

There's no denying it: Whenever Donald and Tom got into a fight, it was anything goes and LOTS of physical contact. And look closely at frame #6: Tom had to get in the last "hit", the way he swatted Donald's arm while walking away. You guys just can't keep your paws off each other, can you? #Tessler

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Day 3. “Hands All Over”, Resslington. Partially whump, but everyone’s seen the show, eh?

Day 3. “Hands all over”. Resslington.

Does anyone have a hand kink? Because I do.

Day two: Damn your eyes

There has always been something about his eyes that fascinated Red. Donald’s job, his moral compass and his blind loyalty to his ‘FBI’ has always bored him to tears. But his are eyes an entirely different matter.

They are like the coolest pools of green, a sonnet can easily be written of their depths, their sheer intensity, their honesty. His face might be resilient to showing emotions, but they have no such qualms. Burning like fire, freezing like ice, softening like heated butter. They show what he’s thinking – without his consent.

And more often than not, when turned to Red they are hardened like steel, ready to be forged in the fire to be burned into a flaming weapon.

It never fails to make him smile.

Donald is not without passion, not without merits. Red often wonders what it would be like to turn that passion to something of real value. To send Donald into deserts and jungles to liberate those who cannot liberate themselves. He knows he would be marvellous at it. Donald was born to protect and defend; he would take to it like a Knight to his sword.

But it’s not to be. Donald has been sealed into the core of his FBI, he’s been crafted and moulded into something unbreakable. Even if Red could convince Donald that he can help people, the man would never turn his back on his team.

It angers Red, only serving to make him jaded and bitter towards Donald when the thought comes up. Donald takes it, let’s the punches land like bombs against his shields, keeping his face impassive and his words measured.

But his eyes burn, with fire, with anger and brimstone. And Red remembers why he endures all his failings.

He just can’t get enough of them.

Day One: When I first saw [You] Reddington

A/N Jumping in on day one for the “TBL Rare ships week”, despite the fact that I’m already two days late XD I’ll have to get cracking to catch up!  _____ I wanted to punch him! Nothing has ever brought me to that level of sheer ferocity than the day I met Raymond Reddington.

After breaking into the building, my team and I had carefully picked our way down the dark passages. The tunnels had been hot and humid in the Vietnamese Jungles. We’d met with some trouble on our way through, and my team and I got separated in what I could only describe as a damned labyrinth.

By sheer luck I’d burst into his room. Decorated in soft cream panels, tasteful silk sheets on the four poster bed, and a deep red carpet. I was baffled that such a room could exist in the grimy tunnels I’d just left. But I’d quickly recovered and aimed my gun, the thrill of having him in my sights almost making my hands tremble. To this day I regret not firing immediately. 

“FBI!”

He spared me a lazy glance over his $1000 sunglasses, a bubbling glass of champagne still in hand and a look of utter bemusement on his face. Curious yet half-way uninterested at the same time. Like a peculiar bug which had stumbled onto his plate, but not into the caviar just yet.

“Get on the ground!” I’d yelled, gun aimed at his head. My team had gotten pinned down somewhere, chances that they would even get here in time would be a miracle in of itself. Dembe, dour and serious, had pulled out his own gun, pinned in turn on me, but a casual wave of Reddington’s hand had most likely prevented him from blowing my head off.

“Ah,” Raymond had said, taking a long sip of champagne, “Another dog sent to chase me, let’s hope this one can keep up.”

I would, I always would, but catching him would prove impossible. I hadn’t known that yet.

The flash of anger had me almost baring my teeth. “Get your ass on the ground, Reddington!”

As a response he’d chuckled, and I could see it for what it was. A dismissive action meant to make me feel small and worthless next to him and his posse. “Agent Donald Ressler, is it?” he’d asked, clear disdain in his voice. Like plucking the words up with tweezers to prevent himself from touching them.

I wasn’t surprised he knew me. But I didn’t like the look in his eyes.

“You have a lot to learn.” And the world exploded.

Many years has passed since that first day. Part of me still hates everything that he is, from that hated suit and hat, to that quiet composure and his utter disregard for my experience and achievements – like a sour cocktail I have to drink every fucking morning. We work for him now. As lackey’s and hunting dogs, as pathetic and disposable as they sound. But a dog gets some affection from his master. He gets treats and pats and recognition for the work and loyalty he offers.

I get nothing but disdain, eyerolls, cutdowns, insults and sneers.

I hate that it’s so, but mostly I hate that I care. Hate that every time he does acknowledge my achievements and good deeds, I preen like a good dog, I wag my tail and I want to reach up to his face and do something completely different than punch.

Day 3 - “Hands All Over”.

Day 3: “Hands All Over”

They hold hands? Their fingers brush for an instant? Or they are hungry for touch?

What about both? I love all the ways they love each other. The gentle touches and the support, the desperate way they hold on when they’ve missed each other. There’s so much in ever movement, in every touch.

TBLRSW Day 3: "Hands All Over"

Red/Cooper

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Day 3: “Hands All Over” - They hold hands? Their fingers brush for an instant? Or they are hungry for touch?

Ressler’s hand-cuffs. They hold hands. Literally. And deserve a mention.

Good morning, fellas!

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Something to set your creative mood for the day by our glorious host, @yddraigwyllt​

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Samar/punching bag

Punch, punch, punch!

Inhale, exhale, inhale again: small fists throw punches into the bag full of sand; the bag spins, the chain rattles, echoing all over the empty gym this early morning.

Punch, punch, punch!

Inhale, exhale—Samar lets a shallow breath, but her lips curve in a wide smile: she’s in a perfect shape, and she knows it. No one in a whole unit cannot compete with her—not now, not ever. 

Punch, punch, punch!

She throws her hair back, straightens her shoulders, and wraps fingers of her right hand around the wrist of the left one. She smiles—she almost smells the hot sand of Negev, sweat, and gunpowder. 

When the time comes, she will be ready to kick the ISIS’ ass.

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