#donald ressler imagines

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

"I'm Right Here"

[Donald Ressler x fem!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: You comfort Ressler during a party

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, panic attacks

Word Count: 500 words

A/N: This man means so much to me. Enjoy!

You were worried about him. He insisted you didn't need to be, but you were still worried about him.

It wasn’t hard for you to see when something was off with Donald Ressler. The way he had been acting tonight—quiet, withdrawn, a little more agitated than usual—was a sign that he wasn’t okay.

The mission was supposed to be a simple one—gather intel, keep an eye on the target, and get out. Nothing too complicated, just a quick operation with minimal risk.

Aram was talking to them through an earpiece, discussing details of the Blacklister’s profile with Keen, while Navabi was keeping her distance, her eyes scanning the crowd for potential threats. You glanced over at them and then back at Ressler. When his eyes darted to the hallway leading out of the main area, you knew he was about to disappear for a bit.

You debated for a second, then quietly made your way toward the back of the house, hoping to find him before he disappeared entirely. It didn’t take long. As you moved down the dimly lit corridor, you finally heard the faint sound of breathing—a little too ragged, a little too uneven.

Slowly, you rounded the corner, and there he was—sitting against the wall, his legs bent at an odd angle, his face buried in his hands.

You stopped a few feet away, unsure of how to approach, but the sight of him like this broke your heart. It wasn’t the strong, confident Ressler you knew. This was someone who was struggling, and it was clear he was fighting to hold it together.

"Ressler," you whispered, approaching slowly. "Hey, talk to me."

He startled at the sound of your voice, looking up at you with wide eyes, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face. "I’m fine," he said, his voice strained. "You shouldn’t be in here."

"You’re not fine," you replied, "I know you better than that."

You sat beside him, your hand resting on his arm. "Breathe. I'm right here."

He shook his head, a small, frustrated laugh escaping him. "I’m supposed to be the one keeping it together. Everyone’s counting on me."

"Everyone’s counting on all of us," you said quietly. "That includes you. But you’re human too. You have limits too Ressler."

There was a long pause, and you could see him struggling with it, trying to push the feelings down, trying to keep the mask on. But it was like the dam had finally cracked, and he couldn’t hold it all in anymore.

"I don’t know what’s wrong with me," he said, his voice small now. In fact, you had never really seen him look so...weak. And you had seen him get shot, stabbed, tortured, a hundred times over.

You moved a little closer, carefully wrapping your arm around him. He leaned into you for a moment, his breath still shaky. He shook slightly under your touch.

"I'm right here Donald," you said quietly.

You didn't say his first name very often, so when you did it was pretty serious.

Because of that, this time, he believed you.

[profeyandere]

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐑. ─── ☾ 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋʟɪꜱᴛ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴅᴏɴᴀʟᴅ ʀᴇꜱꜱʟᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ↪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴀɴɢᴜɪꜱʜ, ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ, ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Each one on one end of the sofa, that's how it had been for the last few months and since you had started this 'extraordinary' relationship where physical contact barely existed between the two of you; just a sad hug in which you showed no feelings, just a sweet goodbye kiss in the morning and occasionally you held hands when you went out to dinner together outside the house. It wasn't his fault either, you couldn't point out and much less accuse him of all the traumas that a previous relationship had caused you; The mere fact of looking at him, at that end of the soft furniture, caused an uncomfortable churn in your stomach, as if your intestines were intertwining and knotting to make you feel worse than you already did. It wasn't your fault either, at least not entirely. Your previous boyfriend had not been an example to follow in terms of how to lead a relationship, not with the constant hitting, yelling and insults that made you feel physically and mentally null by his side, as if you were a simple rag that he could lash out when he felt helpless due to the stressful work he did and the constant tension on his shoulders; You couldn't escape from that prison that you had put yourself in many years ago, at least that's what the people who knew you and had given up on you told you. You couldn't blame those people who left in the end, friends and family who had seen you at your worst, with those bruises on your arms and legs, the cuts that were hidden under your shirts and the traumas that managed to cover your hair.

A sigh escaped your lips as you remembered that last night you were with that man. He wasn't the tallest, nor the strongest, but he could definitely lift you off the ground without problems and throw you down the stairs like he already did on one occasion; You were thankful that the emergency doctors didn't find out about the situation, or at least that's what you thought at first.

"What are you thinking?" The man with you in the living room suddenly asked, causing you to jump slightly in place as you returned to reality, turning your head to see the blonde, gently removing the nail of your thumb from between your teeth, a bad habit that you had taken to relieve stress. ·You know you don't have to tell me, but I would appreciate it if you did."

You grimaced slightly before returning your gaze to the front. You didn't want to ignore him, you wanted to tell him what was going on in your mind, but in the half year in which you had maintained the relationship, it was as if there was still something that was hammering in your head, as if you still thought that at some point that man who hurt you so much would destroy the door and take you back to the hole you never thought you could get out of. Donald, on the other hand, being aware of your evasiveness, decided to remain silent and not force you to give details of your thoughts, sighing softly as he calmed his breathing a little; Maybe he had come home and talked a little louder, maybe he had accidentally pushed you and hadn't realized it, perhaps he had accidentally kicked your foot under the table while you were eating dinner. There were many possibilities, but he didn't know what he had done to make you silent and barely look at him.

"It's no big deal."

Ressler couldn't help but sigh briefly at your response, having been the same as always. He didn't want to force you, he would never do it and you knew it better than anyone, he would give you the space you needed and be patient with you but, as your psychologist told you, he wouldn't wait forever and it would be a matter of time that maybe you could lose him; your therapist didn't tell you in those exact words, but you understood that and you couldn't blame him if one day he just walked out of your life and didn't come back. You had to start communicating more with him, explain your concerns, maybe talk about what the psychologist was telling you, and do some of the trust exercises that suggested you do with him so that your fears would begin to disappear.

"I had thought about taking a couple of vacation days, I still have some accumulated from last year and I don't think Cooper would mind if I took them," he commented suddenly, once again making your attention on him. Through the light of the television, you could see his small smile, barely noticeable, but calm and pleasant, a smile that you loved. "Aram told me about a retreat in the mountains, a secluded place where we could go skiing or skating."

The mention of a retreat in the mountains caught your attention even more and, with attention, you watched as he handed you a brochure that you took. You didn't pay attention to the name of the place, it was what interested you the least, so you quickly opened it and scrolled down to see the cabin offers, and their different outdoor activities, individually or as a couple and in groups; You had never gone so far from the city centre, you didn't allow yourself to go alone either and it's not like you had the opportunity to do it with someone else.

"I like it," you said, looking back at him, being able to see how his smile grew bigger as you expressed your liking for his proposal, but it quickly disappeared when he saw how you didn't seem to show as much enthusiasm as him; He didn't expect you to jump off the couch or run around like a little girl, but at least he hoped he could see you smile. "What's wrong?"

"I know that there is something that bothers you, that has you in a state of anxiety and I still don't know what it is," he responded, being able to see how you made that face again that in a way he liked because he thought you were charming, but it also bothered him, because he knew that there was something that kept you going. "I just want to help you, I want you to trust me, to talk things over,” he indicated, desperate, settling down on the sofa to turn his body towards you, to show that he was willing to talk about it, to listen to you. "Was it because of something I've done?"

That question left you completely speechless. You opened your eyes in surprise. You didn't expect that your lack of communication would make him understand that he could be the problem, that he was the one to blame for you being silent, not saying a single word and staying in your own thoughts instead of paying attention to the program that was playing you liked it so much and what was on television.

“No, no,” you quickly denied, turning your body a little more abruptly to begin that intervention with him. "It's not your fault, Don. Far from it, how can you think that? I mean… Damn it."

Ressler now grimaced seeing you like that, trying to find the right words to express yourself. Your eyes were scanning him quickly and your hands were expressing your frustration, your inner rage at not having been able to tell him everything that you should have told him before.

"Take your time, you don't have to give me the answers right now," he intervened, extending his hand towards you, which you didn't take at first. Before your intense gaze on him, on that part of him, he removed it and positioned it on the sofa, to make you see that you could be calm while you were in his presence, that there was no reason to get upset. "I just want to know how to help you. This situation will not be good for both of us in the future. I want to give you time, I swear, but if there are things I do that bother you, I need to know so I don't make that mistake twice."

Given his sincere words, and his willingness to help you, you couldn't help but feel that churn in your stomach again; You felt selfish for not letting him understand you, for not allowing him to see beyond what you allowed him.

“It's not your fault, you haven't done anything wrong,” you said suddenly, swallowing hard as you tried to collect all the points before speaking. You didn't want to mislead him, much less when you saw the worried expression in the way he looked at you, but you knew that something would always escape and you didn't want Donald to live in the shadow of what your mind made you think. "It is the memory."

"The memory?" He repeated, in the form of a question, making you nod slightly. "What remember?"

“The memory of what I once experienced,” you finally mentioned, lowering your head so he couldn't see you, or maybe it was a way for you to protect yourself from how he might react to your words. "I know I'm fine, here with you, I'm aware and many people tell me so, but something inside me tells me that's not the case. That he will return, maybe not today, but that one day you may not be there, he will knock down the door and take me to that hole from which this time I would not come out alive."

Ressler remained silent, static. He didn't think you could feel that way but, looking at it in perspective, that could be the justification for your absence when he spoke to you or the way you sometimes looked at the doors of some rooms or the apartment itself.

·He left and he's not coming back, now he's a ghost from the past that torments you, but he's not going to come back," the blonde murmured, noticing how your hair managed to cover your face in the right way so that he couldn't see you. "He's in jail, he's never coming back. Do you remember that emergency doctor? Thanks to him he is not here and you are here."

Donald didn't hear you say a single word and, at that moment, he remembered the day they managed to rescue you from the hands of your abuser. It was his eleventh case with Reddington, that criminal he hated so much, but whose help allowed him to catch a murderer who was responsible for harming those men and women who at some point had repeatedly and continuously inflicted harm on a relative of them; whether they were children, husbands, partners or any other type of blood relative or not. The last victim of his actions was your partner at the time, a man who was in a big mess due to his problems at work and a certain diversion of capital, who paid for the frustration and stress of being found with you, hitting you, burning you or just insulting you. On one occasion, your injuries were so serious that you had to go to the emergency room because of the trauma he caused you when he hit you with some blunt object, you don't even remember what he hit you with, he just did it and the next thing you remember is that you were in the hospital.

"No, thanks to you and Lizz, he is no longer here," you said after remembering the outcome of that fateful case. "You managed to save him, but he went to jail for that diversion of capital and for… Well, you know."

"Your handsome agent with a shiny badge came to rescue you, don't forget that part of the story," he pointed out proudly, smiling again and getting a little closer to you, making you laugh softly at his silly idea. "You were radiant the day I met you."

"I was wearing my winter pyjamas and I had a bruise on my eye, I don't know what's so radiant about that," you indicated, rolling your eyes at his attempted play, feeling his hand on yours, which caught your attention. "You're not sweet, don't be sweet."

Without you being able to help it, and with a soft laugh, Donald grabbed your hand and gently pulled you closer to him. You could have pushed him away, you could have pushed him, you could have asked him to leave you alone, or you could have just pushed his hand away from yours, but you couldn't do it, not Donald. That man, the same one you were snuggling with now, was the one who had taken you out of the darkness and shown you that life was much more beautiful than anyone could think. He was the person who had been there, the person who hadn't given up and he was the person you finally felt safe with.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

The Blacklist Masterlist

One Shots 

A Desperate Mess - Donald Ressler x Reader

Peach Cobbler - Donald Ressler x Reader

A Case They’ll Like - Raymond Reddington, Reader (all platonic)

Trouble In ‘Paradis’ - Raymond Reddington, Reader (all platonic)

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine ignoring Reddington's calls until he shows up at the doorstep

Imagine reminding Reddington that you have his back

Imagine declining a task from Reddington

Imagine being frustrated with Reddington again

Imagine suggesting a restaurant to Ressler for date night

Imagine getting on Ressler’s nerves

Series 

Club Abyssinia -  Reader x Donald Ressler (implied), Reader x Raymond Reddington (platonic)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (last)

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[blacklist-notary]

Episode 1: Pilot

Synopsis: Raymond Reddington is one of the most sought criminals on the FBI's Most Wanted list. Since the early nineties, he's been brokering deals in the criminal underworld and involving himself in the affairs of spies and terrorists all over the world, regardless of what side they're on. The man is like a ghost; the most that the FBI can find on him are whispers on the wind, long after whatever business he conducts has been concluded.

In the first scene of this episode, Raymond Reddington walks into the central FBI building, gives his name and asks to speak to the head of counter-terrorism. He then takes off his hat, then his coat, then kneels to the ground with his hands behind his head.

Seconds later, alarms start blaring. A small army's worth of armed guards storm the lobby, guns trained on the kneeling man. The building's facial recognition technology has confirmed his identity. Raymond Reddington, considered to be one of the most dangerous criminals on the planet, has just offered himself to the United States government on a silver platter.

And he wants to speak to Elizabeth Keen.

Elizabeth Keen is starting her first day at the FBI as a criminal profiler. She wakes up late, she hurriedly makes plans with her boyfriend for that afternoon, and as she goes to get in the car - she's swarmed by black cars. All This, Just For Being Late? 🤷‍♀️

She's taken directly to Reddington. She doesn't know who Raymond Reddington is, but he knows who she is. And with his curiosity sated, he talks. A dead man isn't actually dead, he's entered the country to kidnap the daughter of an American army general, and Raymond knows all of this because he is the person who facilitated his arrival into the country. Sure enough, man's not dead like the FBI suspected. So this ragtag team of Elizabeth Keen, First Day On The Job; Donald Ressler, Hardnosed No-Nonsense Fed; and Harold Cooper, the Chief of the Counter-Terrorism unit of the entire FBI, have to band together to stop a large-scale terrorist threat being perpetuated by a dead man walking.

There's a shoot-out, there's a large-scale terrorist attack at the heart of the plot, and when the day is saved, Raymond springs his final surprise. This criminal he served up for the feds was only the first. He has a whole list of names - crooks the FBI don't even know about, because these are people the FBI don't even know exist.

He calls it The Blacklist. And sure enough, just about every single episode of this show is predicated on the concept that every new episode stars a new entry on the titular Blacklist. That's the show. Go watch episode two.

Thoughts: This is arguably a perfect pilot episode.

The Blacklist has three running plotlines. First is the A-plot, or the episodic plot at the heart of each individual episode. Who is this week's entry on the Blacklist? What do they want? What carnage are they going to cause if they aren't stopped - what are the stakes? Then you have the B-plot, which is Elizabeth Keen's life. She's happily married, she's adopting a kid with her husband, and she's going to be a criminal profiler while her husband teaches grade school students. How is she going to balance her two lives - the scuzzy underbelly of the criminal underworld, which she has been thrown headfirst into, and the domestic life she's worked to build with her husband?

And then there's the C-plot, which is a series-spanning affair: what the fuck is the deal with Raymond Reddington? This includes all the scenes where he has a long, rambling monologue about the nature of evil and how he's lower than even the lowest imaginable bottom-feeder, or when he pulls whatever disappearing act he needs to pull to be where he needs to be.

This episode strongly establishes all three plotlines. Here's the criminal of the week, watch how their actions play out and how they're foiled in the end. Here's Liz living her life, and here's the first wrinkle in her work/life split that's gonna cause drama down the line. And here's Raymond Reddington being an absolute fucking card, with his motives and ethics entirely up in the air. It's a very entertaining mix.

The Blacklist is at its best when it's following this formula. You have a short-form, episodic plot, then you have a personal character-driven plot, then you have something resembling a myth arc. I used to hate the whole J.J. Abrams "mystery box" thing because I had a friend who was a massive J.J. nuthugger and I was so sick of it past a certain point, but Raymond Reddington is ostensibly a mystery box - the intrigue stemming from who he is and what his lofty, unknown ambitions are is what spices up the show.

Scrubs is another show that benefits from a strong adherence to formula. Every episode has three running storylines that are linked by a central theme - sometimes the stories themselves are connected, other times they play on a central theme but are otherwise unconnected. Pretty much every episode is constructed that way, and the plotting and the humour is pitch-perfect - it's held up so well because the formula is airtight.

These two shows adhere to different formulas, but they both benefit from adhering to a coherent, airtight formula that works for the show in question. Scrubs is mostly an episodic show, and every episode is a play on that three-arc episode structure. The Blacklist is at its best when it maintains a strong episodic storyline, a strong character-driven storyline (whether it be Elizabeth's struggles with Reddington, or Aram's relationship with another character) and a strong myth arc centred around Raymond Reddington and the numerous mysteries surrounding his character and his actions over the course of the series.

And by those parameters, the pilot episode of The Blacklist is one of the better episodes of the show. One of the best episodes, maybe, because it has its whole ten year run ahead of it and all the potential that comes with that. It's a perfect distillation of the Blacklist concept, it's a great example of how its A, B and C-plots are going to intersect, and it's overall just a very tightly produced episode of television. It's peak.

There are weak points. I think Liz stabbing someone in the neck is pretty out of character compared to what her character would become, even if I sympathize with her freak-out that leads to the aforementioned incident. The show isn't quite as snazzy as it would eventually become; the camera work is a bit slow in the second half of the episode. But overall, I think it's a fine episode of television.

Oh god, and I didn't even mention the huge plexiglass cube prop they keep Reddington in!! That shit looks like it cost THOUSANDS of dollars to make, and I always love seeing it appear in the show.

I'm in two minds about the pilot. A part of me wants to say it's one of the best episodes of the show, while another part is kinda wistful because the show is gonna get so much juicier from here. It's nostalgic to go back to season one after how convoluted later seasons get, but by that same token, season four is gonna go so crazy when I get to it. But either way - I have a soft spot in my heart for the pilot. I think it's an excellent representation of what the show is, I think it does a perfect job establishing the episodic component of the show - the titular Blacklist - and I think the plot at the heart of the episode is a great teaser for what the show has to offer going forward.

[the-austrian-candidate]

Hetalia headcanon

Hetalia headcanon

So, another one with Roderich as a well villain, but not really, not exactly. Let's mix the Blacklist with our beloved personifications. And use my second favourite pairing, Austria and Germany.

Imagine Rod as Reddington. No one really knows who he is exactly. A spy? A traitor? Mastermind criminal? He knows everyone and knows everything about everyone. Information and networking are the keys to his success. He loves art and music and is very eccentric. He buys weird stuff and enjoys the finest food and wines.

Now imagine this young FBI German-American agent, -Ludwig Beilschmidt who spent his entire career chasing Roderich (just like Donald Ressler) and suddenly he is a part of a special task force that relies solely on a blacklist of criminals provided by Rod. Not only this, but Roderich also saved Ludwig's life. Ah, the possibilities of a slow-building romance between those two with a good amount of drama and angst

Oh, and Hungary, as Denbe, she would rock.

How does this end? No idea, maybe like in TV series, spoilers, which means dead Rod and no happy ending. Or maybe, just maybe, they get together and disappear.

[itscherrylipsforme]

Ahhhh I'm so excited for your fics. Especially the Ressler ones ojikvejdjebkskdhg

Aww thanks anon! Benedict's blurb will be posted later this afternoon, and River's and Donald's will come on a matter of few days

Uni has started and today I am doing a job interview (on my way there on train rn😅), so unfortunately I won't be able to post as much as I wanted 😔. Although hearing about others excitement for them is heart-warming and really motivates much more than you could imagine. Ily 🫶🏼

[fandomobsessedwriter]

a warning

(ok my previous blacklist fic was shit, soo I hope u enjoy this one)

Donald Ressler x reader

warnings: reader has a limp from getting shot, also staged death (suicide), swearing

four months ago

you had met the love of your life, you didnt care that he left at random times during that day and that he was never sure when he would come home or if he would even come home at all. 

it was over all of it. you had to leave otherwise it would be worse for both of you, you called your boss, he would come and sort all of this out. you packed a few change of outfits and took a few pictures that meant the most to you. you left with tears running down your face. you never looked backed at the house.

present

it was time to shut the shop for today, you worked at a little garage that spent all of its time getting specialised parts, but when there was no clients the owner let you fix up your bike, it was the only thing keeping you going after you packed up and left your old life.

the door bell rang. you shout that your closed for today, you get up to find the person who walked in, you see who walked in, you walk as fast as you can without causing pain in your leg and wrap him up in a hug. “if you get grease on my suit, you will be so much trouble” red laughs as you step away from him, you smile at Dembe.

“what do you need red?”

“i have a job for you, i need your expertise”

“oh mann, i thought this was a social call” you drag out, a small frown breaking out of your lips.

you grab your leg as you try to slide into reddingtons cars, your leg now going stiff from working on your bike too long and also having an old bullet hole in your leg. 

you got to the blacksite, not knowing where to go you stood behind dembe for most of the walk into the main area, red and dembe walk off to talk to a bloke sitting at a computer, you freeze seeing the person next to him, slowly you walk forwards trying not to catch anyones attention. he notices the movement, he lifts his eyes to yours, he steps arounds the desk so hes a couple steps away from you “youre dead” he says not bieng able to take his eyes off you, “im what?!” you say going pale at the thought of leaving him whilst he thought you were dead. “you killed your self, you left a note” anger burned your viens you turn and look at reddington. “how dare you!” you say your voice devoid of any emotion “you told me that you would take care of it,” you take deep breath “instead you kill me of like im a fucking supernatural character!” you shout, your anger showing in everything you do. 

you punch him so hard that you could hear his nose crack, after a moment of holding his nose he says “you failed your mission, you fell in love, l let you off easy” 

“easy?” you scoff “you shot me in my fucking leg” 

“i could of killed you but i didnt-” “you didnt kill me because im valuble to you, i tried going back to the old me, the one that forgave you for everything, i just cant do that anymore”

during all of this donald just stood there trying to wrap his head around that you were still alive, the next bit he heard was heartbreaking “you failed your mission”  wait...I was just a job for her. Ressler stepped up to you and spun you around so you were facing him “was I just a job to you?” all of his emotions out in the open. a wave of guilt washed over you, he could see it in your eyes, the guilt the crushing guilt was all that he saw. he spun around and walked off. you tried to run after him but your leg gave way making you fall to the ground “I love you” you shout trying to get him to turn around, when he did there was no anger In his eyes just sorrow.

 “you don't love me, im just a job to you” a tear slipped from your eyes “I do love you, I love you with all of my being, I had to leave because I love you, I got shot as a warning to everyone not to fall in love, please just believe me” full blown sobs wracked your body. he knelt down next to you, he gripped your chin so he could lift it and see your eyes. tears falling down your face, he kissed you, soul melting, tongues fighting, running out of breath sort of kiss, he rested his forehead against yours “ I love you” was all he said.

[bi-bard]

Of Course - Donald Ressler Imagine (The Blacklist)

Title: Of Course

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 759 words

Warning(s): cussing

Summary: Reddington. Leader of a criminal empire, genius, arms dealer... matchmaker?

Author's Note: "I'm back on my bullshit" is the best way to start a request.

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I straightened out my outfit as I waited for Reddington's car to pick me up.

It was supposed to be a straightforward mission. I go in, get the information, get out. All without letting the person I was meeting know that I was working with the F.B.I.

I wasn't an agent. I was one of Reddington's most trusted partners. He would send me on missions whenever needed and taught me to protect myself in all situations.

Working with the F.B.I is not what I signed up for when I first started working with Reddington but it was still a paycheck.

Falling for one of the agents I now had to work with was also not what I signed up for, but here we are. I had never been one to be nervous but the minute I met Donald Ressler, I felt all of my charm and skill vanish.

It was weird. It was weird to have a crush. At my age and in my field of work, it was damn near unheard of.

I walked out of my apartment when I saw the car pull up. My door locked behind me and I sat in the backseat.

The restaurant wasn't far.

It was super fancy, which was normal with Reddington.

I walked in slowly, trying to look for any potential threats but... the restaurant was empty.

I furrowed my eyebrows, continuing my walk in.

The only other person there was Ressler. I tried not to make it seem like I was confused as I walked over and sat down across from him.

"What are you doing here," I whispered, mouth barely moving.

"Reddington sent me here," Ressler replied in the same tone.

I let out a sigh through my nose. What the hell was this?

Just then, Ressler's phone rang.

"Reddington," he mumbled to me before he answered. "Reddington, what's going on?"

Silence.

"I'm sorry... what," I couldn't tell if he sounded angry or not. After another moment he put the phone on speaker.

"Hello (Y/n)," Reddington called through the phone. "I just wanted to wish you both good luck on your date."

"What," I asked. Without another word, Reddington hung up.

"He thought we were distracting each other," Ressler added guiltily. He tucked his phone away in his pocket. "I can't believe him."

"I can," I replied. "Reddington has always had a flair for the dramatic."

He chuckled, nodding.

There was a moment of silence.

"I... I think a date could be nice," Ressler said.

I tilted my head and smirked a little, "Are you asking me to dinner, Ressler?"

"I think I am," he nodded. "What do you say?"

"I think that sounds very nice."

The rest of our night consisted of talking and eating and laughing. It was a proper date. It was something I didn't think that I'd get to experience. I felt so different here than I did while I was working.

At the end of the dinner, Ressler walked me out to the car that Reddington had sent for me.

"I had a great time tonight," Ressler said before I got in the car.

"So did I," I smiled. "Maybe we can do it again when our worlds aren't so full of chaos?"

"Or before then," he suggested.

"Or before then," I agreed.

After a moment of calming my nerves, I stepped forward, leaning in slowly. Ressler leaned in faster, pressing his lips to mine. I reached forward, touching his sides as he cupped the sides of my face.

For the first time, I was hyperfocused on my surroundings. I lost myself in a moment for the first time in years. It made my heart beat out of my chest and goosebumps to rise on my skin.

I pulled away slowly, "Umm... I... that was nice."

"I've never seen you speechless before," Ressler mumbled. I chuckled and leaned my forehead on his. "I can't believe I have to thank Reddington for this."

I laughed again, slowly moving away from him.

"I'll see you later, Ressler," I said, going to get in the car.

"Bye," he waved before closing the door for me.

I waved back as the car pulled away from the curb.

"Should I tell Reddington the date was a success," Dembe asked from the driver's seat.

"Not yet," I mumbled. "I don't want to give him the satisfaction yet."

I heard Dembe chuckle as he continued driving. I smiled and looked down at my lap. Of all the missions Reddington had sent me on, this one was by far the best.

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A Little Fall of Rain (Raymond Reddington x Reader)

He knew he shouldn’t have let her come. The mission was dangerous, and there were far too many variables for him to account for. But she was stubborn, much like he was, and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

“If I asked you to go back to the car what would your answer be.” Red asked, gun drawn as he Dembe and Y/N stood outside the abandoned warehouse. 

Y/N turned back to look at him glaring. 

“That’s what I figured.” He responded. 

“Alright, Dembe has got your left, I got your right, on average I’m thinking there has to be 20 guards before we reach Kol. Now what are the odds that we can make it through without getting shot at.” Y/N said. 

“I mean the last time I saw Kol, I may or may not have left him for dead so…”

Y/N rolled her eyes but she smiled none the less. “So that’s a zero on the odds scale, good.” 

Dembe also couldn’t help but smile at the two. It was nice to see them together again. Y/N had been a way for a few years working for one of Reddington’s competitors undercover, destroying them from the inside. But now she was home. 

Y/N was his daughter, not biologically, but he had raised her. He had rescued her at age of five from child traffickers, and she had been with him ever since. For all intense and purposes Raymond Reddington was her father. So when she had come back from undercover and insisted she help Dembe be Red’s bodyguard, he wasn’t exactly thrilled, even if it did mean she got to spend more time with him.  

“Red,” Y/N said as she came up to him. She stood slightly taller than the connoisseur of crime, and she her red hair pulled back into a braid that went halfway down her back. She stood in a back tank top and black camo leggings, with her boots going up to mid calf. “Now I need you to stay behind me and Dembe, ok. No trying to talk your way out of things ok.” 

Red smiled as he grabbed her chin. “You know I don’t think I should have to take this kind of sass from you young lady.” 

“I’ve saved your ass on multiple occasions, so yeah, I think you kinda do.” Y/N smiled as she leaned forward and kissed Red on the cheek. 

“Alright, let’s go.” Red said as the three of them busted in the door ready to face a slew of guards. But to their surprise, they found none. They found nothing actually. Everything seemed to have been cleaned out of the warehouse, and fast by the looks of it. 

“I was promised that Kol was here,” Red said angrily. “I not only had the FBI look into it but also…”  

Y/N held up her hand as she walked forward in the empty room. Something felt off. 

“I don’t like this.” Dembe responded, he could feel it as well. 

Suddenly out of the shadows five men burst out guns drawn. 

“It’s a trap!” Y/N called as she began to fire on the men who were ambushing them. As the three began firing at their attackers, Y/N followed two of them into a side hallway. They were in full body armor and stealth suits, they had known that Red was going to be coming, someone had to have tipped them off. 

They turned back smiling wickedly. “Kol sends his regards.” They said as they both fired. 

Y/N felt a piercing pain hit her chest, but her mind barely registered it as she fired two shots, kills shots, sending the two men to the ground. 

She stared at them for a moment feeling unsteady. But before she had a chance to really think about what had just happened, she heard Red calling for her.

“Y/N!” He shouted terrified when he realized she wasn’t with them. “Y/N!” He screamed again. 

“Red,” Y/N started to say but no sound came out. 

“Dembe, find her.” 

Slowly Y/N stumbled her way back out into the main room. 

“Oh, thank God, I was worried something had…” Red sighed when he saw her reappear. But as he saw her he noticed how pale she was and how she was swaying as she walked towards him. “Y/N are you ok?” 

“Red,” She said again, this time a small squeak coming out as she felt her knees buckle. 

Red lunged forward as he watched her fall, Dembe close behind him. Scooping her up in his arms he could feel warm liquid from her back, and he could see that there was a dark stain on her chest. 

“Dembe, call Elizabeth, tell her to send someone out here now!” Red screamed as he shrugged off his jacket placing it on her chest and applying pressure, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. 

Dembe stood frozen for a moment looking at the scene before him. His heart was breaking, both for himself and for Red. Y/N and Dembe were close, always had been, he thought of her as a little sister of sorts. And now to see her like this, knowing that the outcome was grim, he couldn’t help of think of all the good memories the two had. 

“Go!” Red screamed angrily, tears filling up his eyes, and Dembe left. “It’s ok Y/N, everything is going to be just fine. Dembe is going to get help and then…” 

“Red,” Y/N sighed as she placed her hand on his cheek, “I’m sorry.” 

“No, no, Y/N don’t apologize you are going to be fine.” Red insisted pulling her closer, she winced slightly as he pushed the jacket harder into her chest. 

“I need to know you are going to be ok,” Y/N said as her hand shifted to the collar of his shirt grasping it. “You have lost so many people in your life, and I’m sorry I am going to be another, but I need to know that you are going to be ok, after I’m gone.” 

“You aren’t going anywhere Y/N!” 

“Red,” 

“No! I’m not going to lose you, not like this. You are going to be fine, you have to be fine.” Red wasn’t usually one to break down, Y/N was right, he had lost many many people, but the thought of losing her struck deep down at his core. At that moment he wasn’t Raymond Reddington, FBI’s most wanted, a man who’s name struck fear into people's hearts. At that moment he was a father, grieving over his child who he could feel fading away in his arms. 

“Red,” Y/N said again and as Red looked at her, and the sad expression she had on her face, he lost it. 

“Y/N” He sobbed as he pulled her close. 

Y/N weakly wrapped her arms around him holding onto him as tightly as she could. 

“I love you so much, thank you for saving me, thank you for raising me, and thank you for being the most amazing father anyone could ask for.”

“If I had protected you better this wouldn’t have…” 

“No,” Y/N said as she pushed back so Red was looking at her. “Don’t do that. I am here because I wanted to protect you, I made the choice. Don’t blame yourself.” 

“Y/N…” He started again. 

“I have a favor to ask you,” Y/N said. 

“Anything,” Red cradled her gently. 

“I need you to tell…” Her body convulsed as pain shot through her body and she held onto Red tighter. “I need you to tell Don, tell him that I love him.” 

“Don?” Red looked puzzled but then everything clicked. “Ressler!” He gasped and Y/N smiled. 

“We have been seeing each other since I came back. I was going to tell you but…” Y/N said another wave of pain hitting her. 

“It’s ok, I’ve got you.” 

“Do you remember the night you took me to see the ballet when I was 8.” Y/N smiled. 

“You had insisted that I buy you an outfit so that you could match the ballerinas, and since I am the biggest benefactor for the company, I just persuaded the costume designer to make you an exact replica of every costume the dancers wore throughout the show. And when you got them, you asked if we could see the show every night so that way you could wear a different costume each time. There were more costumes than shows so I convinced the company to give us private showings for the two nights after closing. Even though you knew what each dance was, your eyes still lit up like you were seeing for the first time. “ Red smiled as tears streamed down his face. Slowly he looked down to see that Y/N had gone limp in his arms and her eyes were closed. 

“Y/N,” Red said, shaking her slightly. “Y/N.” His voice cracked hard, he knew she was gone. “I love you.” He said pulling her into him sobbing. 

“Raymond, they are here they…” Dembe said rushing in but when he saw Red he knew it was too late. 

“Where is she! Where is Y/N!” Red heard another voice scream and he looked up to see Ressler running with eyes wide. “No, no, no.” He broke, collapsing to his knees. 

Slowly Red set Y/N on the ground turning back to Ressler and nodding. Ressler made his way to them picking Y/N up and cradling her as he cried. Red made his way over to Dembe. 

“I want you to find a good spot to bury her, talk to Mr. Kaplan, near the ocean. She loved the ocean.” Red said as he tried to compose himself as he headed out towards the car. 

“Raymond where are you going?” Dembe asked. 

“I’m going to go find Kol.” Red growled.

[rose-larkin]

Day 24 - We’re not in Kansas anymore.

In my Ressler AU, he and Liz are together with Agnes and away from those who can do them harm. Oh, and they live happily ever after.

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"Remembrance"

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Warnings: mild hurt/comfort, fluff

Summary: Don comes home

Word Count: 897 words

A/N: this is based on the poem 'Remembrance' by Maya Angelou. I've been studying her poems and love them, so this definitely won't be the last time I will write something inspired by em! Anyway, when I was reading 'Remembrance' I couldn't help but think of Ressler so I had to write something. If I have to be the last writer of this fandom I will be, damn it!

Both of you laughed as you fell on the couch, Don landing on top of you with an oof.

"You're heavy!" you playfully hit his chest, still laughing.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, but he did shift his weight off of you.

"Hm...I missed you," he said, his voice slightly muffled.

"You've only been gone a week," you reminded him, your hand trailing up and down his back, "I missed you too," you added softly.

He had been gone for some case or other. He didn't go outside of DC much anymore, but there was always something that he had to leave for. You never knew much about them, it was confidential, of course, but as long as he didn't come back dead, or on the brink of death, you could mostly handle it. Oh, how low the bar was...

Don lifted his head just enough to look at you, his eyes soft and tired. You could tell the job had worn on him again- he had that look of someone who’d been running on fumes for way too long.

"You look tired," you muttered.

"Yeah, being on a plane for 7 hours does to you," he replied, his hand running through your hair, "I'm fine, babe."

"Last time you said that, you were on the way to the hospital with a broken arm."

He kissed your cheek. "No broken arm now, promise."

You huffed. "You're lucky I love you."

"I am," he says softly. You can feel him smile against your cheek.

You sighed, your fingers still tracing patterns on his back. The warmth of his body against yours was comforting, a reminder that he was here, safe, and with you. The weight of his exhaustion was palpable, but so was his love for you. It was in the way he held you, the way his breath hitched slightly when you touched him, the way he seemed to melt into your embrace.

"You need to rest," you murmured, your voice gentle but firm. "You can’t keep pushing yourself like this."

He sighed, his breath warm against your skin. "I know," he admitted, his voice low. "But you know how it is. The job… it doesn't stop."

"I know," you replied, your heart aching for him. You knew how much his work meant to him, how dedicated he was to it. But you also knew the toll it took on him, the way it drained him, body and soul. "But you’re not invincible, Don. You need to take care of yourself too."

He was quiet for a moment, his head resting on your shoulder. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was fighting to stay awake, to stay present with you. But you also knew that he needed this—needed to let go, even if just for a little while.

"Stay with me tonight," you whispered, your hand stilling on his back. "Just… stay. Let me take care of you."

He lifted his head again, his eyes searching yours. There was a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely showed, a softness that he reserved only for you. "You always do," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You always take care of me."

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for him. "Now, come on. Let's get you to bed."

He nodded, reluctantly pulling himself up from the couch. You stood with him, your hand finding his as you led him to the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the space. You helped him out of his jacket, your fingers brushing against his shoulders as you gently pushed the fabric off.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his knees as he watched you. There was a quiet intensity in his gaze, a depth of emotion that made your breath catch. You knelt in front of him, your hands resting on his thighs as you looked up at him.

"I love you," you said softly, your voice filled with all the love and tenderness you felt for him. "No matter what happens." You needed to tell him, again and again.

He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek. His touch was gentle, almost reverent as if he feared you might disappear if he held on too tightly. "I love you too," he said, his voice rough with emotion.

You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing for a moment as you savored the warmth of his hand against your skin. When you opened your eyes again, he was looking at you with such raw affection that it took your breath away.

You stood up and pulled him with you.

He followed you without protest, his body sinking into the mattress as he lay down. You climbed in beside him, your body curling against his as you pulled the blankets over both of you. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice already heavy with sleep. "For… everything."

You smiled, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Always," you whispered back. "I've got you."

And as he drifted off, his breathing slow and even, you held him close, your heart full. No matter what the world threw at him or how far he had to go, you would always be here, waiting for him.

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Imagine getting on Ressler’s nerves...

“You can’t be serious...” Ressler said over the phone call. 

You had just done the impossible and felt very successful. Chuckling, you laid back on a plush sofa in Reddington’s safe house, swirling the drink in your hand. “Except that I’m very serious.”

“Y/n, it’s a criminal offence to steal suspects in our custody.”

“Criminal offence? Ressler, you know who I work with, right?” It was common knowledge to the Post Office that you worked with Reddington on the occasion and this was such a time. He needed their suspect and called upon you and your elite skills to smuggle the man out of FBI custody.

Listening to the detective’s silence on the other end, you knew that you had the upper hand and couldn’t help but prod a little at his defeat.

“...you can admit that you’re impressed.” You teased.

The man on the other end scoffed, “You really live in your own world.”

“You’re still part of it, aren’t you?”

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Imagine Being Reddingtons Daughter and falling for Ressler

Ressler: I still can't believe it.

Y/n: Believe what? You asked Ressler, as you turned towards him your back against the screen.

Ressler: That your Reddingtons Daughter. How could a man like him, have a daughter like you? He asked, brow raised.

Y/n: Meaning what exactly?

Ressler: His a criminal and a murderer, how could a man like that possibly be a father to someone like you? He asked, looking you up and down.

Y/n: Someone like me? You asked, smiling slightly at him. That still doesn't answer my question, what do you mean by that?

Ressler: Your kind, caring, honest, loyal and loving. You made something of yourself and with your father doing all the things he did, you never changed. How did you do that?

Y/n: Being true to yourself, that's the real way. Although my father was the way he was, I still loved him and he loved me...he was and is an incredible father that would do anything to protect his child. You said, taking a few steps forward. When I became an FBI agent, I never chased after him because I was his daughter and they thought I would become a liability to myself or my father. That's why I never did anything, when I knew where my father was I never did anything or say anything cause they wouldn't believe me...that's why I quit being an agent and became a private body guard. Well, that's until Director Cooper asked me to join in on this little gang which I couldn't turn down.

Ressler: So, your just staying due to your father?

Y/n: No, there are multiple reasons for staying here.

Ressler: Like? He asked, taking a step forward.

Y/n: Four, I love working with my father and Dembe. Three, the missions are very fun. Two, the friends I made are here and I care deeply for them. And last but not least, one...i get to see the person that I have a thing for. You responded, as you took the last step towards Ressler. As you placed your hand on his tie, playing with the end.

Ressler didn't say anything as he gave a slight laugh, making the first move pulling you in and kissing you.

After a few seconds, you both pulled away when you heard someone clearing their voice.

Reddington: Really sweetheart? Ressler? Your father asked, looking between you and Ressler as you both just smiled.

Ressler: Something wrong with that Red?

Reddington: Yes, I don't want my daugher to-

Y/n: Dad. I really like Ressler. Could you please just give this a try? I...If that's what you want Ressler, cause if you-

Ressler: It it what I want. He said, taking your hands in his.

Reddington: OH...fine then. Just don't break my daughters heart, or I will kill you. Slow and steady, understood Ressler?

Reasler: Understood.

Reddington: Alright then, see you later munchkin and enjoy this new adventure in your life. He kissed you on the forehead, and looked at Ressler again. Remember Ressler, slow and steady. He whispered, pointing a finger at him before leaving.

Y/n: So, you think you can handle being with me? Because if you date me, my father is included too.

Ressler: I think I can handle it. He spoke, as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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Can y’all imagine the sheer panic Liz would feel NOW if Ress got taken. In season TWO she was terrified of losing him (“must have been terrifying” “it was”), of course we got her confession in ‘Brothers’ - her risking jail for him & literally telling him she can’t live without him - but in season EIGHT?? After everything?? The thought of him being physically harmed would drive her crazy; she would be relentless and in complete panic mode. She literally admitted to needing him to function - if that was directly threatened in a life-or-death context she would lose it.

The angst would be delicious

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An IxFx dating the ISTJ Agent Ressler would include:

At first he’s confused.

Then annoyed.

He doesn’t understand why (because he’s emotionally constipated) but he wants to protect you.

That comes across like he’s always having to save you and he’s pissed about it.

In time he finds your rythm, notices your consistencies, and discovers where your boundaries are which helps him accept your more chaotic moments.

He’ll latch onto the things you have in common, the most important being that you always want to do The Right Thing™️

Even though he’s still emotionally constipated, you’ll start to see his exterior slip a little. He always seemed like a serious and well trained German shepherd, but deep deep deep deep deep down inside he’s a golden retriever.

He will show affection in very very non obvious ways because he does not know your love language.

Like he’ll smile at things you do that you thought annoyed him.

Or let you have your way. He’s very very very stubborn, so the times you make him melt are painfully obvious.

Or absolutely not letting you have your way when he thinks it’s for your own good. Since he is stubborn as I mentioned he can go quite nuclear if he thinks he’s protecting you.

In the past he’s been more roughly passionate with women, but with you his heart is so much more involved so he treats you as gently as he wants his own heart treated.

He’ll softly grip your arms and duck down to your eye level and ask if you’re ok. When you nod you’ll feel a hand stroke your hair before an arm wraps around your shoulders and you’re led away to safety.

He patiently waits for moments where it would be appropriate to hug you, and even then he initiates it by standing very close to you so you can reach out to him if you want to because he’s a consent king.

He’ll act like you’ve given him the world on a silver platter when you do exactly 1 (one) nice thing for him.

He will offer to beat up any male who seems to be giving you trouble.

He will offer unsolicited advice he desperately hopes you’ll take.

He will show up without warning and not even tell you WHY he’s there because he just wants to be with you but can’t just say that out loud.

He will start to get more comfortable in your spaces and pick up on your routines and tendencies till he fits in like a well placed cog in the machine of your life.

One day when adrenaline is pumping and reality seems a little farther away than normal, he will kiss you on the cheek. Well, he was going to actually kiss you but tried to swerve at the last second because he hadn’t asked you, what he ends up doing is catching the corner of your mouth.

When he gives you kisses he will always follow up a long one with a short, quick one, like the dot in an exclamation point.

He will still put on his German Shepherd persona around his colleagues and reserve his golden retriever side for you and you alone.

Still, everyone can see a difference since he met you.

He’ll slip up and grin about you, or be overheard on the phone with you one time and they will instantly and mercilessly tease him.

Except Red. He ships it.