#raymond reddington lap

[allmyandroids]

The sexy air that he carries so well and his dilfyness makes me so feral for him ❤️‍🔥

[gleamingsilence]

i need him respectfully ❤️‍🔥

[chrrywvea]

red's line in (i think) s3 ep11 where he goes

"You were right, Marcus. I am the informant. Tell all our friends in hell to be patient. I'll be along soon enough."

HIS VOICE I NEED TO LIE DOWN

[chrrywvea]

i caaaaaaaan't anymoooooore

just saw a man so beautiful i started to cry

[htchnr]

꩜ heavy eyes 𑣲 R. REDDINGTON.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, it's late at night when he comes home with company. but that doesn't stop you from easing yourself into his lap to greet him. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, fluff ⋆ like tooth rotting fluff ⋆ cuddling ⋆ not beta'd yet i'm tired ⋆ unmentioned age gap ⋆ brief non sexual eyeing up. ꜜwc,, 0,6k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

it's late when the door opens, you can hear Raymond talking to someone. you yawn as you come down the stairs in his current fancy hideout, a stunning penthouse owned by a supposed 'friend'.

you can't focus on what the conversation's about, just that Dembe and Lizzie have accompanied Raymond. when you near the living room, Dembe quickly notices you and gives you a nod and a small smile. you return them, moving through the doorway.

Lizzie looks up and towards you, a somewhat surprised look on her face. you adjust your silk robe, tugging it around you more securely as you near Reddington's spacious chair.

he doesn't stop his long speech of sorts, continuing his conversation as you round the chair and lower yourself into his lap. Raymond smiles fondly at the action, welcoming you with his arms pulling you against his chest.

he presses a firm kiss to the top of your head, his fingers rubbing soothing patterns into your hip and thigh as you curl up against him.

it's now that you can make out the low hum of one of his jazz records playing in the background as the conversation continues. once Lizzie speaks up he mutters a quiet 'hello, my dear' into your hair. a sentence you welcome with a quiet hum of acknowledgment.

you don't know how long the conversation continues, all you vaguely notice is some excuse Lizzie gives for it being late. there's some shuffling soon after, a door closes and the music turns up a little.

you stir from your half sleep with Raymond pressing gentle kisses across your face, his rough hands lovingly kneading the plush skin of your hip and thigh over your robe.

you hum, letting out a deep breath. you blink slowly, looking up at him through heavy lashes. " hello again, " he coos, his voice gentle and low.

you smile tiredly, " hello. " you return.

he brushes a strand of hair out of your face. " i hope you didn't stay up waiting, " though, he knows the answer already.

you yawn, shaking your head. " what? that's a ridiculous thing to think. " you tease.

he smiles, adjusting in his seat. " let's get you back into bed, shall we? " he offers, gently moving you around to wrap his arm beneath your knees and his other arm around your waist.

you nod while you hum, yawning once more as you rest your against his shoulder. he lets out a quiet grunt as he lifts you with him as he stands, turning to slowly carry you up the stairs and back to the master bedroom.

he pulls back the duvet before gently lowering you onto the plush mattress. he tenderly peels off your robe, revealing a flowy silk nightgown. he sucks in a breath, heavy eyes taking it in. the moment he pulls the duvet up your waist you curl up next to his side almost immediately, burying your face into the soft pillows.

Raymond smiles, undressing as he gets ready to join you. " 've missed you. " you mumble against the pillows. a bittersweet smile widens across his thin lips. he knows, but he also knows that you knew what you were signing up for when you two got together.

" patience, my love. " he hums, pulling off the last of his clothes. you hum in a pleased tone when he finally sinks down onto the mattress, impatiently waiting for him to settle down.

once he does, you drape yourself over him like a heavy silk sheet, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. a heavy arm securely wraps around your waist, tugging you even closer. his other hand pulls your leg up by the curve of your knee, resting it over his thigh. his calloused fingers stroke the plush skin, finding purchase against it like they've always belonged there.

" goodnight, sweetheart. " he hums, his voice low and rough.

you shudder a little at his tone, snuggling even closer. you take a deep breath, exhaling slowly. " goodnight. " you hum in return, already half asleep the moment you wrapped around him.

「 authors note,, he's just so yummy i wanna wrap around him and never let go 🫠. anyways, pleaseee send me some Reddington requests!! ꜜreddington taglist,, @halflifejess @monochrome-amethysts @danycrum @moon-over-umami . 」

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[iseethedead-blog1]

redarina

ilya looks at Raymond as he spoke himself "I thought that's why you loved me." Red is looking off into the distance as he spoke back to his childhood friend "I love you because i can trust you." as Red spoke as Ilya Koslov looks at his oldest friend and looks down and away from Red

Raymond smiles as he looks at ilya "I still care for you even if I've changed from the person you once knew, but i'm still me Ilya, I hope you know that." ilya looks at Raymond Reddington in the eyes seeing Katarina Rostova but he doesn't say those words as he licks his own lips "you know other's may see you as a monster especially you're own daughter, but I never saw the monster, Red, I've always seen you an old friend."

Raymond smiles at ilya "which I'm thankful for, ilya, but I'm a different person I changed my gender, you changed in a different way, but in the end you're way smarter then I could ever be, Ilya, I don't know if I should tell mas-Lizzie, the truth I feel like she'd hate me, if she learned of the truth from me."

ilya hears the slip up "Does you're daughter want the truth, has she asked for it, or are you very allergic to the truth now, Red?" Raymond chuckles at that "With how I've been avoiding telling Lizzie, certainly feels that way, ilya, have you told her about Dom?"

Red shake's his head "It always feels like stepping on shards of glass, whenever I talk about him or talk to him, he blames me for his daughter's death, and his granddaughter for going missing." Ilya puts a comforting hand on red's shoulder "no need to cry, I know, but we couldn't have told him the truth too much danger with who and what he was."

Raymond nodded "But it feels like Dom is just a punishment for my own sins, for the sins of the. . . .mother and the father, When Katarina's enemies are dead I'll tell him." Ilya shakes his head "You're never going to tell him are you?"

Red smile's "you know me to well, Ilya, I'll probably never tell him who i'am, maybe when he's dead and in the ground or ashes I'll put his ashes in the bathroom and talk to him that way, prove to him I'm his son now not daughter anymore."

Ilya chuckles softly "that gives a whole new meaning to bathroom experience." Red laugh's softly almost forgetting about all the people he has burned in the end that died for his cause and not knowing it themselves, only he knows the end game, his own little end game

Raymond shows his perfectly white teeth, Ilya seeing the smile knowing what it means "Oh not another one, Red, you're too old for pranks." Red chuckles "Never too old for telling the truth, Ilya, about myself."

Koslov looks at Red "you're going to tell the truth to who? Elizabeth keen? Dom?" Ilya shakes his head "I know you wouldn't tell Dom you're not that crazy, have you got her to trust you?"

Raymond chuckles "even though she stabbed me in the neck right where the carotid artery is, yes." Red showed the pen scar on his right side of his own neck "how weird, she almost killed both of her own parents."

Raymond looks annoyed at ilya "don't say that, Ilya, how rude of you." Ilya laughs "It's not a lie, if it's the truth, Red." Raymond shakes his own head as he took his own fedroa off his own head and sat it down on the bench and falls asleep with his own head on Ilya's lap as Red slumbered on his lap he thinks of his friend who is sleeping on his own lap "Red, I hope you know I will always be loyal to you, no matter what, even if I have to kill for you." Ilya shakes his own head as he let him sleep in his lap

[sherokutakari]

Holy shit is The Blacklist really back on that Daddygate bullshit

What fucking year is it

[bi-bard]

Day Off - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Day Off

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @aprildecker-blog

Word Count: 850 words

Warning(s): none that I can think of

Summary: (Y/n) gets a day off... but that allows for too much time to think about parts of their life that (Y/n) doesn't want to face.

Author's Note: :)

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I had spent the whole day in my own thoughts.

It was a rare day off for the task force. A mission had gone really well but there were no moves to make so we all were instructed to take a day away from the office.

Ressler and I decided to hang out. Working with Raymond Reddington didn't offer a lot of downtime so we both wanted to take the opportunity to catch up on some of the television we've missed.

However, he was coming over until the evening. So I got most of the day dealing with my own thoughts.

Maybe this is a date, I thought.

No.

I could be.

No, he has Liz.

They aren't together.

But he would still pick her before you.

I shook my head, wanting to focus on literally anything else.

That night, I heard a soft knock on my door.

I opened the door and saw Ressler standing there with a smile and a bag of take-out. He wasn't in his usual suit. He was in a long-sleeved shirt- almost a sweater- and a pair of jeans.

"I come barring gifts," he joked. I chuckled, letting him walk in.

"I think you should allow your sense of humor to come out more at work," I said as I shut my front door.

We both sat on the couch.

"I'd be the John Mulaney of the F.B.I," he replied.

I laughed, "Giving yourself a lot of credit there."

He shrugged, "I think I deserve it."

We ate in pretty much silence as we watched our show.

Some time in the middle of the meal, Ressler balanced his container on his lap and placed his arm on the back of my couch. I felt my heart speed up as his thumb accidentally brushed my spine. I tried to keep myself from tensing when he didn't react.

He glanced over and smiled at me. I smiled back.

Soon, we were both done eating. Our take-out trays were on my coffee table and we were relaxed.

Then, I felt Ressler's hand move. It was gentle. Seriously, it was barely there. But it was there. His hand had turned and he was gently tracing part of my spine with the tips of his finger.

I tried not to react because he was still acting like this was completely normal.

Yeah... my attempt to keep from reacting only worked for so long. I felt myself shiver before I could stop it.

"You alright," Ressler asked. My heart dropped a little when he moved his hand away.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I nodded.

He looked at me for another moment, not quite believing me. Still, he just turned back to the TV and allowed me to deal with my internal crisis by myself.

I don't know when he had done it but by the end of the next episode, Ressler was sitting next to me. I was blushing and my heart was racing. I had officially stopped caring about the plot of the show.

In between episodes, Ressler looked at me with a fond smile. I looked back at him with a similar smile. I was going to turn back toward the screen but I was stopped by his hand touching my cheek.

I looked at his face. His eyes were already shut as he leaned in. I looked down at his lips for a moment before letting my eyes fall shut as he kissed me.

I should've pulled back and questioned what was happening but I didn't. I kissed him back slowly, ignoring the sounds of the TV as chills crawled through my body from head to toe.

Ressler slowly leaned back, giving my lips light pecks as he moved back. I opened my eyes to find his blue eyes still so close to me. Our breath was mixing in between us.

"What was that," I asked quietly.

"Most people call it a kiss," he said with a chuckle.

"But... why," I asked as his thumb traced my cheekbone. "What about you and Liz?"

"Me and Liz... what," his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned back a little further and let his hand drop from my face. "(Y/n), that's not a thing. It never has been."

I felt so stupid at that moment that I questioned how I ended up with a job at the F.B.I.

"Honestly, I kinda thought this was a date," he added. I looked down, now feeling especially stupid. "Unless you don't want it to be. Then we can just forget about all of that."

"No," I replied instantly. Probably a little too fast.

Ressler looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

I leaned back over and kissed him again. It was more passionate than the last kiss we shared. I put my hands on his shoulders and his hands grabbed my waist.

"I... I want this to be a date," I mumbled before kissing him again.

I didn't want to ever stop kissing him. It was such a perfect feeling.

"Good," he whispered against my lips.

What an amazing day off. What an amazing date.

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[allmyandroids]

He is only waiting for you to sit down on his lap and let you feel his powerful presence and gun 🩷🖤

[codewordpumpkin]

“You have to leave right now” (#6) + “Watch me” (#18)

“Would you like a drink, sir?” 

“Ah, yes.” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the music blaring throughout the establishment. “Your best scotch, please. Flat.”

Raymond settled into the plush leather seat, appearing as comfortable here as he would in a hole-in-the-wall noodle shop. He glanced around the room with a casual eye, hoping to spot their current blacklister as he waited for the server to bring him his drink. 

“Hi, Red.”

His head nearly snapped right off as Elizabeth slid right beside him, placing his drink on the table before them. 

“Elizabeth,” he hissed, slack jaw quickly tightening. “Why are you here? And what are you wear-” He cut himself off, scanning her from head to toe, unable to stop his tongue from rolling as he took in her barely-there tank and her barely-there shorts, not to mention her positively sinful stilettos. 

She ignored the second question, knowing it was rhetorical. 

“The same reason you’re here,” she said, as if it should have been obvious. “You’re not the only one with intel, Reddington.”

“You have to leave right now.”

“I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.” 

He shook his head. “You can’t-”

“Watch me.”

And so he did.

He watched as she slithered off towards the back room and out of his sight. 

What in the world was she up to?

It didn’t take long to find out.

The host of the club came out to present the next act. “We have a new girl today, gentlemen. Please, give a warm welcome to Ginger Lumiere!” 

Red almost choked on his scotch. 

It couldn’t be-

Elizabeth appeared on stage just as the song changed to a slower, sultry beat. Red stared, entranced, as she danced around and against the pole, the spotlight beaming down on her as she threw her tank off and into the excited crowd. Next, she started unbuttoning her shorts, taking her time, allowing them to slide down her long, toned legs. Teasingly kicking the material away, she returned to the pole, grinding on it in nothing but her barely-there lingerie and her fuck-me heels.

Red lace.

She was trying to kill him, surely.

Just as she undid her bra, the song stopped.

Elizabeth held the bra to her chest, smiling coyly as she shrugged at the audibly frustrated crowd. 

Red couldn’t help but groan, chugging the rest of his drink down his painfully parched throat. He had literally been on the edge of his seat, body tense, anticipation pumping his veins and desire swirling in his gut. 

As disappointed as he was, though, he was also immensely relieved, as he did not want any of these men to see any more of her. Just the thought of them picturing her bare, fantasizing about her, fuelled a possessive fire in him. 

This sudden inferno threatened to burn him whole when he noticed a server guiding Lizzie to a private booth, where she didn’t hesitate to settle on none other than their blacklister’s lap.

His Lizzie was on this man’s lap. 

She laughed, throwing her head back, then curled her arms around the scum’s neck and whispered into his ear. 

So, this was what it was like to see red.

Caught up in this trance of intense jealousy, he visibly jerked when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Even as he calmly brought the device to his ear, he was inwardly panicking, as he could no longer see Elizabeth.

“Yes?” he answered gruffly.

“Raymond.” Dembe. “Elizabeth said she got what she came for, and that she will meet us at the safehouse.” A pause. “She also said, she hoped you enjoyed the show.”

Oh.

Well. 

Clearing his throat, willfully ignoring the stifled but very obvious amusement in his friend’s tone, he murmured rather sternly, “Thank you, Dembe. I’ll be right out.”

[my-robot-heart]

@fictober-event 2021 | Fandom: the Blacklist - Lizzington

Day 18: "This was not part of the plan." | Rating: T | Warnings: none

Lizzie took one look at the dress hanging on the wardrobe and shook her head.

"Reddington. This was not part of the plan."

Red poked his head in the room, looking innocent.

"Lizzie. You wanted to come with me, didn't you? Well, it's a black tie affair. I didn't have many options with this tight a timeline."

She gestured to the dress, which had a very revealing neckline, as well as several more inches of slit down the side than she'd have preferred.

"Did it have to be this... provocative?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

He shrugged.

"If people are looking at you, all the better for me to remain inconspicuous."

"You've never been inconspicuous a moment in your life," she protested.

"Well, our other option would be for you to remain here and let me go alone..." he said, feigning indifference.

"No no," she sighed. "I'll wear it."

A few minutes later she finished arranging her hair into an updo and stepped out of the room.

Red turned around, and gave her an unreadable look.

"Well," she said, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"You look..." he hesitated, and she waited to hear the adjective he would select. "... radiant," he finished, to her surprise.

Radiant was... nice, she thought.

Accepting the arm Red offered, Lizzie allowed herself to be escorted to the car.

Sitting down, she tried arranging the skirt in a way that didn't reveal extra inches of her thigh, while Red pretended not to be watching her do this.

Finally, she grabbed a blanket from behind her seat and used it on her lap.

Red chuckled.

"What?" she demanded haughtily. "It's chilly."

"It's a warm summer evening," he remarked, somewhat coolly.

"The attitude you're giving me right now lends a chill to the air," she retorted quickly, silencing him for a moment or two.

In a minute, she could sense him wanting to say something, so she turned to meet his gaze.

"Something else you forgot to tell me?" she asked.

"Well, now that you mention it, yes..." he began, hesitantly.

"Red. Raymond. What is it."

He smiled winningly.

"In addition to being a second set of eyes on the lookout for our man, it might be helpful if you..."

"If I what," she nearly growled, knowing it wasn't going to be something good.

"... If you flirted with him, once we do find him." Red hurried to explain himself, seeing the flare of fire in Lizzie's eyes at this suggestion.

"I'd gladly do the flirting myself, Lizzie, but his tastes run more toward," he gestured at the blanket, under which they were both very aware, sat her very exposed legs.

"You understand," he continued, apologetically.

Lizzie glared back at him.

"Oh, I understand alright," she muttered, and then added something under her breath that he wasn't about to ask her to repeat.

"I understand very well, Mr. Reddington."

He smiled weakly. Perhaps the evening was not going to go as smoothly as he'd initially hoped.

The blanket slid slightly down from Lizzie's lap, and she hastily pulled it back.

Then again... he thought idly, perhaps it would.

[ace-of-spaders]

Headcanon time!

(I can't get these images out of my mind, so you all should have an opportunity to experience the same)

Liz had never been a particularly big fan of poetry, partly because there weren't many poetry books in Sam's possession and partly because ever since she went to college (and then began to work as a psychologist in New York and a profiler/Raymond Reddington's personal FBI's spokesperson in DC), Liz hasn't had much free time to spend on reading a good book.

However, some time after she met Red, she's started reading the books of poetry he has in his possession (of course, he is more than happy to lend them to her), as a profiler at first, using them as any other personal belonging of his she can get her hands on – to try and decipher the enigma that Raymond Reddington is – but then just because she enjoys reading those books more than she'd ever admit.

As for Red, he – on the contrary – has always loved poetry, for several reasons. Firstly, because he's always had a great appreciation for art in all its forms and shapes and literature in particular. Then, there is this bittersweet feeling he always gets when a certain poem reverberates deeply within him and seems to convey his own feelings, his own inner turmoils better than he'd ever be able to express himself (even though he does have a particular way with words).

Besides, poetry has a surprising but pleasant calming effect on him – something Liz shamelessly exploits to lull him into a peaceful sleep when he's too shaken by a nightmare to fall back asleep himself or when he's sick and feverish and exhausted but also seems physically unable to settle down enough to have some much-needed rest.

At times like these, Liz usually sits up in their bed, with her back propped up against the headboard, invites Red to use her lap as a pillow – being as tactile and a little touch-starved as he is, he doesn't need to be told twice to snuggle up to his Lizzy, usually with his arms wrapped around her waist and his face burrowed in her stomach – grabs a book of poetry they always have on hand for such occasions, settling in more comfortably between the headboard and the warm body pressed against her and letting her free hand travel down to stroke Red's head and massage his skull lightly in the way that almost makes him purr, and begins to read – either from the very beginning of the book, the place they last left off or his or hers current favorite poem – just loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough to disturb him once he finally, gradually slips into a restful slumber.

[htchnr]

-—WIP GAME!

thank you for tagging me @thevillainswhore !!

RULES: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

phew.. here we go 🫣 i have a few i've not even posted or talked about, but you know what; what the hell why not share them! maybe if people are interested in them it'll boost my writing motivation a little who knows lmao

-—SERIES!

RIVER RUNNING HIGH ,, (abby anderson x medic!reader short series) following current day + flashbacks between you and Abby through game events + events i've come up with.

PINK LEMONADE ,, (roommate!Aaron Hotchner x reader) a short series i've accidentally abandoned just a little, but am trying to pick up again! following the growing bond between you and Hotch as he responds to a 'roommate needed' flyer from you. lots of Hotch silently panicking over how little your apartment is protected and teaching you to protect yourself. (kind of crack-fic + strangers to friends to lovers + suchhh piningggg!)

WHERE IT'S DARKEST ,, (Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader) a short series i've been working on for literally years-- you and Aaron scramble for answers as you stumble through a seemingly endless haunting building. how did you get here? and how will you get out? trying to unravel that mystery will take a lot of perseverance and strength as doors disappear and halls change around. (this will not be out aaanytime soon, it is suchhhh a work in progress lmao)

-—LOOSE FICS!

unnamed neighbor!Frank Castle fic ,, you come home late a little drunk and Frank finds you sitting in the stairwell. he carries you up to your apartment and helps you settle in bed. + holding your hair back and rubbing your back when you throw up <3

unnamed Dex Poindexter fic ,, lowkey in someway based on Crash 1996 (with James Spader) -- where a fight breaks out between you two and you speed off in your car. Dex follows in his car, accidentally causing both cars to crash in the woods. he panics to find you, but once he does it's just messy, adrenaline filled sex that's shared. (it's a littleeee messed up, maybe using a dark!reader for this idk yet)

unnamed Raymond Reddington fic ,, Red comes to you for help, finding you in an.. interesting.. position, with a guy between your thighs as you try to kill him. flirting + teasing ensues. + Raymond stitches you up after finding an injury.

unnamed NSFW Frank Castle fic ,, forced close proximity trope-- you and Frank have to hide in a closet in a building you were surveilling. you two end up tipped over and you end up in his lap. heavy breathing + some sweaty smut once the bad guys are out. ;)

i'm sure i've got more, but these are the most active ones!

no pressure tags ; @hpysprkl @omkdear @oldworldwidgets @polaris-daydreams and anyone else who wants to join in!

[meetmeatthecoda]

Fraternize by meetmeatthecoda Fandoms: The Blacklist (US TV)   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Chapters: 2/3 Words: 965 Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Elizabeth Keen/Raymond Reddington, Elizabeth Keen, Raymond Reddington, Katarina Rostova, Dembe Zuma, Lizzington - Freeform, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Season 7 finale, Re-imagined, because, obviously

Summary:

“Suddenly, Red flails in Katarina’s lap, desperately trying to sit up and push away from her, straining toward Liz in a way that has her reaching for him.”

A chaptered fic re-imagining the kitchen scene, car ride scene, and safe house scene in the season 7 finale. T-rating. Lizzington. Three-shot. Part 1 of Finale Fixes.

[apicturewithasmile]

just for “fun”, which blacklist ending do you think is most likely: a) lizzington happens but bc it’s written by the same dudebros who gave us k2 it’s completely toxic b) lizzington happens and it’s great for two seconds but then red dies c) red and liz both die d) liz gets with ressler and red either dies or gets dad-zoned again, or e) ryan comes back for the final episode so tim can get the happily ever after he never deserved

Hey anon,

god I wish I knew. By now I have literally zero expectations for anything and I just want it to be over. Please let season 8 be the last so we can all. move. the fuck. on. However, I want to comment on some possibilities and topics you touched on.

Lizzington: First of all I don’t like defending Lizzington by claiming it’s a “non-toxic” ship (in general or even in comparison to others). Frankly, I hate that kind of language that’s been used for shipping lately where there’s this moral component added and a ship is only allowed to exist/happen if it’s 100% soft uwu healthy. We’re talking about the mastermind of the criminal underworld and a woman who burns people alive and dissolved someone’s corpse in acid. Like??? These two fictional characters are both completely fucked up and in my fantasy world where they are a romantic couple it is clear that they are both psychological trainwrecks. But trainwrecks that are good for each other, you know? That’s what I had hoped for when the show started and they baited the shit out of us with Lizzington - a dark romance where Liz was eventually giving in to her “dark impulses” and actually sides with Red (and not with Katarina “mother of the year” Rostova wtf???) and together they’d repair some of each others’ damaged selves while still being, you know... partners in crime. So basically what happened after Liz shot Tom Connolly and they went on the run together. THAT’S what I had expected from the show and what I wanted from this ship! But I have very little hope they will be able to turn the show around to give us that in the end. They’d have to rebuild Liz’s character from the ground first and there just ain’t no time (or competence) left for that.

K2: The problem I had with K2 wasn’t the fact that Tom was a bad guy - I actually enjoyed the role he played in season 1 - but rather how the writers decided over night that he shall be redeemed now and we should all move on and collectively forget that he’s a wife beater and a murderer. See, there are a SHIT TON of parallels between Red and Tom and that could actually be really interesting to analyse through Lizzington goggles. So yeah... I don’t really know how to express this better other than saying: I don’t consider K2 a “toxic” ship because that’s anti rhetoric and I hate it and try not to think in that way. I don’t give a fuck about “toxic” ships. But I give a fuck when they are badly written. And K2 and Tim Koon’s character were terribly written after season 1 and his presence ultimately ruined the entire show in my opinion.

Red dying: I am dead certain that Red will die. I have suspected this to be his destiny in the end for a loooong time, even way before he got that illness. I was more on the line of “he’ll get tragically gunned down in the street and die in Lizzy’s arms” but mystery illness seems to be the route tptb are going with now. (Also if they want to ~suBvErT eXPecTAtioNs~ by not making Raymond Reddington the no.1 on the blacklist then they are idiots who should never be allowed a job in television ever again!)

Liz dying: nah, I don’t think that’s a likely outcome at all. it just doesn’t make sense for her character arc (if you can even call it that) and I think tptb know that.

Keenler: *sigh* Lord give me strength! You know... if they had spent any reasonable amount of time during the past seven years to give Donald “proud member of the NRA” Ressler an ounce of character development and actually built that ship up in a meaningful way then I might be able to be cool with that potential outcome even if I don’t ship them. But I simply cannot ignore that for two and a half years Lizzington ticked off every romantic trope in the book; that both Red and Liz canonically love each other (one way or another). And Keenler had.... what? One chinese take out dinner on Liz’s birthday? I don’t care if people ship it, don’t get me wrong. To each their own. But if that’s what tptb decide to go with in season 8 then it will have no foundation whatsoever in the seven seasons prior, especially not compared to how big they made Lizzington out to be in the beginning. However, as already established: tptb are idiots so I wouldn’t be surprised if they actually go with Keenler.

Dad-zone: Yeah, probably. The writers and media outlets just cannot stop referring to Red as a “parental figure” and it is so boring and annoying and stupid. But I fear tptb made up their mind on that in season 4 when they realised that Spader really isn’t getting younger. Unless they go FULL daddy kink (which they won’t) then Red will end up being stuck with the “father figure” label whether he wants it or not and it’ll make zero sense for his character and his relationship to Lizzy but they will paint it like it was always meant to be that way [fast cut to Lizzy’s sex dream and Red’s sex voice vibrating in our collective lap “What do you really want, Agent Keen?”].

Tim Tim the Koon coming back from the dead: No fucking way. Honestly. No. That bitch is dead and done with and even a show as ridiculously inconsistend as TBL couldn’t find a way to bring that fucker back to life. NO!

So.... I don’t know how much “fun” that was to read, anon lol but there you go. Those are my nightmares thoughts and it actually felt good to get that rant out of my system.

[donaldresslerfanfic]

It’s Over?

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2192

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Eighty-Three

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Maggie.

It never got easier. It never got easier for Don to see friends and loved ones be hurt, and it never got easier for me to see him like that.

I stared at him for a full minute, watching him talk to Cooper, feeling so defeated about Samar and not being able to help her. I knew he was trying hard but couldn't contain his tears to fill up on his eyes. When Cooper walked away, I resumed my walk to him, leading my hand to grab his before he repaired on my presence.

"Hey" I said quietly, not wanting to look in the room, because I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold my own tears "how are you?"

He didn't say anything, just leaned in to hug me, I held him by the shoulders and sighed, feeling him tense on my arms.

"You know how I get" he said in a little voice.

"I know" I replied, rubbing his back.

I think that the situation with Samar was different for him than how it was with Liz when she got hospitalized. Samar had been his partner for a while, they'd fought together and eachother, she came with Aram once a month at the house for dinner, we were all good friends. And now he didn't have the excuse of blaming Tom Keen for what had happened with Liz. Samar's accident had been under their watch, I knew it was going to be harder for him and for Aram to shake the guilt out of this one.

I pulled back and held him by the shoulders. He cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes, clearly wanting to look though.

"What do you know?" I asked, finally looking in. Samar looked half normal, the other half being her on a ventilator. Aram was just being Aram, painfully optimistic, or at least trying to be.

"Nothing good. She's on a ventilator but they don't know for how long. And we will find out about her state if and when she wakes up"

I bit my bottom lip and tore my eyes off the window, I sighed and looked at my watch.

"I have to go to work but" I placed my hand on his forearm "call me later okay?"

"I'm going home" he said with a shake of his head "I'll see you tonight."

I leaned in to give him a short kiss, then headed to work.

Samar was luckily not in a ventilator or in a coma for long, but after she woke up, things with Don and the cases slowed down a bit, so he got to spend a few weeks at home.

I was checking on some prints I had to review before the weekend, and sometimes hours at work weren't enough to get everything that I needed to do cleared, so I often took work home.

"Mags" I heard the door knock behind me, I turned around on the chair when I heard the door open "are you busy?" Don's head peaked in.

"Hey, this'll take me-" I took a look around and through my papers "an hour maybe. Why?"

"Just checking" he said from the door, opening it a bit more.

"And Alma? You tired of hanging out with her?" I said moving my eyes to my papers again, getting ready to return to work.

"If I have to hear that frozen song one more time-" he said, entering the room and dragging a chair to sit down next to me. I gave him a chuckle.

"I have nightmares with that song"

"There's a second one coming up"

"Oh Jesus" I said with fake annoyance. I obviously loved to see my daughter act out the movie and sing and dress herself like Elsa.

I gave him a look after he sat next to me.

"Any chance they'll tell you when they're going to want you back?" He gave me a pout with a shrug of his shoulder.

"Another week maybe. Samar is having a wellness check next week to see if she's cleared for duty"

"Mm" I hummed and returned to the papers.

"Why is that whole text in French?" He said looking at the computer, I gave the screen a quick look before I continued.

"It's from a French client obviously"

"And why don't you translate it?"

I lifted my eyes to his with a cocked eyebrow.

"Because I know French"

He laughed, shaking his head. "Since when?"

"Since two years ago, when I was finishing the casino project and still pregnant with Alma the firm gave out French courses and I took them because I couldn't go to work. I got my certificate last month"

"I don't believe you. Say something"

I don't know why, it was like a spell when someone asked me to say something in another language, I instantly forgot everything I knew.

"Tu est le plus bel homme que j'ai vu dans ma vie entière" I said.

"That doesn't sound nice" I let my mouth fall agape and chuckled.

"I said you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen"

"That's a lie"

"Yeah, there's also Chris Hemsworth" I joked, that made him laugh. I laughed as well, shaking my head and looking back at the papers. I felt his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"I love you, you know" I tore my eyes from the papers again, giving him a smile and taking his hand in mine.

"I love you too Don" he pressed his lips in a thin line, rubbing my hand with his thumb.

"You know, things have been happening at the taskforce, and with Samar in the hospital, I've been holding onto hope that nothing was going to happen to me, or you"

I took his hand between both of mine and leaned to him.

"Nothing is going to happen to me" I assured "and I'm sure whatever has been happening at the taskforce, you'll be smart enough to avoid being involved"

"It's something about Reddington" he confided.

"It's always something about him. And I know you'll want answers." I patted his hand "just be careful"

He nodded, leaning in to grab my face and give me a kiss.

"I'll let you finish here" he said, finally standing from the chair and walking out of the office.

After Samar came back, Don still didn't tell me what was the thing that had him so eager to get answers. I didn't expect him to walk in the house angry one of those days, because he never got angry enough to drag it all the way home.

It started when the door of the garage banged shut, and Alma jumped a little startled, we were in the living room, I was finishing something on the computer and she was down with a coloring book in the mat in front of me.

Don walked in, taking out his badge and throwing it on the kitchen island behind us.

"Don?" I asked, looking over my shoulder, he walked across the kitchen towards the living room "what happened?"

"I had a suspect ran away from me after he shot up a person" he said taking the remote and turning on the TV.

"-most wanted fugitive Raymond Reddington, was arrested in New York this afternoon, after police officers responded to an anonymous tip"

"And then that" he said throwing the control on the couch. I shut down the laptop and left it on my side.

"So what... It's over?"

"Yeah, pretty much, we can't get him out of the system, and the taskforce is concealed from public knowledge. Do you know what's worst? Keen though I did it." He let out a dry chuckle "I know I hate the guy, but why should I wait more than six years before I decided to bring him in. Why would I do it on the first place?"

"I understand why you're upset" I said with a nod, he walked around the couch and sat next to me

"And she said that she knows I'm not sad about it. I am not sad about it, but I don't prefer it. I don't want the taskforce to shut down" he said, looking into his pocket with his hand. He looked at the phone and sighed, rubbing a hand on his hair. "Ressler" he replied. "yeah, I saw." He continued talking, sitting back on the couch with a defeated sigh "of course I'm happy. I'm just not the one who caught him" he save me a look, then muttered that it was James.

He has probably watched the news and called Don to tell him the good news. As far as James knew, Don had been in the Reddington taskforce, that information wasn't concealed from his record, and James must've probably checked that out long ago when they first met.

They continued talking, Don pretended to not be mad, and agreed to have some celebratory beers in a few days. When he hung up, he threw the phone in the couch and sighed angry again.

Alma was definitely not used to seeing Don angry, hell, I wasn't used to seeing Don angry. So she just sat there looking between him and me, not daring to do anything, just holding her hands together in discomfort.

"She's never seen you angry" I whispered to him. He looked at me questioningly, then down at Alma.

"Hey cupcake" he leaned and motioned at Alma with his hand "come here"

Alma stood up, then carefully walked to him. Don took her in his arms and sat her down at his lap.

"Daddy anwy"

"Dad is a little angry" Don confirmed "but I'm fine now"

"Ine?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm fine cupcake" he said caressing her cheek. Alma shrugged off of his lap and walked a few steps to her toys, getting busy again.

Don continued working with the taskforce, as far as I knew Raymond could still give him cases. He followed up with them for a while. He never really said what was happening with Raymond, how he was doing in jail, if they were going to be able to help him.

He came home one of those days, I was getting a snack ready for Alma when he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey love" I saluted. He gave me a smile, then grabbed me by the neck and kissed me, I smiled over his lips and kissed him more, placing my hands on top of his.

"Hi" he saluted as he pulled back, moving his hands to my waist and pulling me in.

"How are you?" I ran my hand in his neck and caressed his cheek.

"Mm, someone told me today I'm pushing forty with no prospects" he flashed his eyebrows and leaned in for another short kiss "she obviously forgot that I have you" I smiled, he left my waist and walked around me towards the fridge.

"Why would someone tell you that?"

"Mm" he hummed after taking a carton of milk and taking a glass from the cupboard "Keen and I were talking about a wedding I have to go to-"

"A wedding?"

"And she told me about this girl I could take, as if I wouldn't take you instead"

"Whose wedding?" I pushed. He gave me a dismissing wave of his hand as he poured milk in the glass.

"Some cousin I have, she hates cops though, so I'm not going"

"That's stupid, if she gave you an invitation-"

"We're not going" I pouted, he gave me a chuckle and stored away the milk.

A few days later, after we had finished with our day and I was done brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom when I saw him, sitting at the side of the bed with just his boxers on. What a sight indeed.

"Why aren't you in bed?" I asked walking to the bed.

"I was waiting for you to bring that" he motioned at me as he set his phone in the nightstand charging.

"Bring what?" I said looking at him with a playfully frown.

"That body of yours that drives me crazy" he leaned to grab me by the shirt and pulled my to him, his hands instantly landed on my sides as he pushed me to the bed. I giggled as he ran his hands on my sides and pulled off my shirt, leaving me with just a thong in front of him.

"If I'd known you were waiting I would've taken a lot less" I said when he leaned in to kiss me, he chuckled and trapped my lips in his, bitting on them playfully.

He grabbed my hands and pinned them up over my head, and I knew then I was in for a good one, because I absolutely loved when he pinned me under him and had his way with me.

"I'm onto something" he said over my lips after he was done kissing them, I felt them tingle and sore up, along with every part of my body that was getting ready for him.

"For my sake I hope you keep at it"