Day One: When I First Saw [You] Reddington
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.
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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.
Mondays are such a... Well, you know.
But we're hoping it won't keep you from celebrating your fav things about The Blacklist with us!
Hope your Monday is better than Don's :)
Day 6: “Nectar Like Lips”. Donald Ressler/Henry Prescott.
Now, kiss xD
Day 3. “Hands all over”. Resslington.
Does anyone have a hand kink? Because I do.
@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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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?!"
#donald ressler #tom keen #tessler tango #the blacklist rare ships week #TBLRSW
Since Tumblr sometimes is being, well, Tumblr, here is the separate post for you to have easier access both from desktop and Tumblr mobile app.
Have fun creating, and see you on April, 4th!
Day 1: “When I First Saw You”
The scene which made you fall in love with your ship/the first scene your favs meet each other.
Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”
Is it a stolen glance, seductive gaze, or shameless stare which makes your heart beat faster?
Day 3: “Hands All Over”
They hold hands? Their fingers brush for an instant? Or they are hungry for touch?
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.
Day 5: “Come on Closer”
Are your favs social distancing these days? Or is it, “ Personal space? What space?”
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?
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.
Bonus day: Free Theme
Anything which pops into your head. Or a daily theme you’d like to repeat once again.
@theblacklistrareshipsweek
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 2: “Damn Your Eyes”
Ilya: Well, don’t take it personally. It’s how, uh, all moral relativists feel about righteousness in the face of impossible odds. On the plus side, I’ll have nothing but love for you if we succeed, which we won’t. Katarina: We? Ilya: Well, we pledged our lives to each other. Katarina: [ SIGHS ] When we were 6. Ilya: And a promise is a promise.
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The Blacklist fandom event running April 4th-11th celebrating rare ships. Tracking #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW.
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