#keenler fanfic

[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

“you can’t leave more kudos here” i will legit stab u rn

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✦ August of Whump 2024 Masterlist ✦

Title: Somewhere Beyond the Sea Fandom: The Blacklist Rating: M Genre: Romance, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort (this fic doesn't even know what it is, and I love it) Summary: Reddington's latest Blacklister is the face of a successful cruise line — and a former competitor in the luxury goods smuggling business. To obtain Albert Sconce's ledger, Liz and Ressler will have to go undercover as newlywed, prospective clients for an extended cruise on Sconce's newest ship. As they blur the lines they'd otherwise never cross, danger unfolds at every turn, threatening to sink their op and take them down with it.

This fic is built around the August of Whump 2024 prompt list, and this will be the masterlist for my selected prompts! Excited to give this a go, @augustofwhump!

Risk

Shock

Shady Business

Screams

Ache

Confusion

Promise

Attack

Caged

Secret

Insecurity

Deal

Guilt

Darkness

Claustrophobia

Disaster

Stress Position

Unavoidable

Midnight

Escape

Scraps

Stitches

Possession

Humiliation

Insults

Heartbeat

Machine

Bloody Nose

Control

Gift

Fuck It We Ball (lol)

[herosofmarvelanddc]

Summary:

Three years ago, Ressler saw Liz get shot. He held her bleeding body, begging her to hold on. And then she vanished. Now, he’s moved back to Detroit, he’s raising Agnes, and he’s trying to move on. Until he gets a call from Aram.

So I wrote another little Keenler fix-it fic inspired by some of my favorite fanfics. Might add more, might not. Let me know what you think!

[shippingkeenler]

Someone please write me a fanfic on what would have happened if Liz wasn’t pregnant with Agnes, because she never slept with Tom at the end of s3. Bonus points for slow burn Keenler

[kiss-my-freckle]

Same anon here; I really do appreciate Keenler baby theory. But I do have some questions about it and some statements. If Krilov and Tom worked together that means we were robbed of a season 3 keenler sex scene? Or how do you reckon Liz got pregnant by Ress? I read a fanfic where i t was done through IVF. How deep do Keenler’s feelings for each other go?

I believe Keenler slept together the night of the Orea bombing, so if you're looking for where I place it, rewatch 2x21 and 2x22 and you'll see why I place it there.

I think the writers came up with the idea to pull a second memory wipe on Liz back when they first introduced Luther Braxton for her first memory wipe. I think they already filmed the sex scene and are holding onto it for when they reveal the memory wipe.

As with anything taken from Liz's memory, for them to use erased memories as a twist, they'd need to withhold those memories from the audience. So no matter what anyone theorizes with Liz's second memory wipe, they should expect "deleted" or "withheld" scenes.

[fancycaroline]

Febressuary ~ fanfic prompt ~ “Nice Jeans” / Ressler’s “Heart” Week

(NB: this super mini fic may not be for everyone, but all I’m going to say is that it is no worse than what the show has already subjected us to. Anyways, proceed with caution as you would, but don’t worry about anything worse than what you’ve already seen.)

Between Sleep and Awake

First, a deafening blow that struck with such force, he couldn’t tell where he had been hit. But looking down, he watched as a crimson blotch spread over his heart with the chaotic grace of a carnation in full bloom.

Vaguely, a succession of loud noises registered, muffled as if he was in a fish bowl. Voices became clearer as they approached, “Agent Zuma, Agent Ressler, I specifically told Harold not to let you or anyone in the Task Force follow me here..” A second voice said, “Rehmond, you cahn’t stay here. Weecha, get him out of here, NOW!”

Amidst the blur that permeated his vision, Red’s face came into focus, his eyes full of concern when they took in the bouquet blooming on his chest. His tone became softer, “Donald, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t relish the idea of being in your debt in perpetuity…”

Suddenly, what had seemed like water all around him drained away instantly and his surroundings came into crystalline focus. The quiet street they had been surveilling gave the misleading impression that it would lead straight to a bridge that towered majestically in the distance, but they were actually far below and away from any significant traffic. Everything had been perfectly still at 4am, when they had arrived, and now, following that brief but explosive skirmish, the street was perfectly still once again. The violent perpetrators lay dead, and Ressler could now clearly see Weecha and Dembe, standing together in quiet tolerance of each other, looking on as Red bent over him.

High above, a ribbon of speckled sky had managed not to get totally crowded out by the tall row houses and mature trees lining the narrow street. The stars sparkled with unusual brightness and one seemed to drift gracefully down toward where the bridge stood and disappeared behind it’s stone arches.

Red was speaking in hushed tones to Dembe and Weecha, when suddenly a silver light all but obscured the bridge and stretched it’s rays to exactly where Ressler lay on the pavement. A luminous figure approached. She stretched out her hand in invitation and Ressler joined her with a warm hug. When they pulled apart Liz smiled up at Ressler and smirked, looking him up and down, “Nice Jeans.”

Ressler chuckled, marking the approval in her eyes, and replied, “You know they’re my favourite, rips and all.”

Liz dropped her gaze, blushing a little and biting her lip, “I never had a chance to tell you, but… they’re my favourite too.”

Ressler’s eyes saddened a little and a couple of pearly tears formed, “I figured we could make up for all those lazy Saturdays we missed out on.” Then it was his turn to look her up and down, saying, “I guess you had the same idea.”

Liz smiled her widest, dimpled smile, which he had loved since the day he had met her, and said, “Where I came from it’s all lazy Saturdays. With no consequences.” She added, a hint of humour playing about her eyes.

They both laughed lightly, neither able to hold back the tears now as they pulled each other close again. Liz rested her palm on Ressler’s cheek and he cupped her head, stroking her hair and letting it run through his fingers. They were speechless for a little while, their intense feelings overwhelming their ability to form coherent thoughts. So they stood their gazing into each other’s face, each drinking in the sight of the other.

Finally, with raw emotion, Ressler managed to utter, “I missed you.” Liz, her face streaked silver with her tears, replied, “I didn’t want this for you. But now, I’m just glad you’re here.” And then their lips met as they melted into each other in a profound kiss, the deep well of their mutual love finally flowing freely between them. Even when the kiss ended, they resisted letting each other go, showering a myriad of tiny kisses, peppered liberally, over their faces, as they gradually grasped the utter joy of finally having this moment together.

By now Red, Weecha and Dembe were deliberating over how best to handle the injured Ressler and the cleanup, and when Red turned around, he bent down, over Ressler’s limp form, “Donald!” He cried in a hushed tone. “Donald!” Dembe approached Red, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “Rehmond, he’s gone.” Red bowed his head in grief.

Liz and Ressler had turned their heads at the sound of the alarm in Red’s voice, and now they looked on with pity. Liz, shaking off the somber scene, linked her arm with Ressler’s, and said cheerfully, tossing her head in the direction of the light, “Come on. I’ll show you around.”

Ressler’s mood easily rose to meet Liz’s and, without a second look back, he fell in step beside her, curling his arm affectionately around her neck and pulling her in for a loving kiss on the side of her head. Liz shifted her arm to wrap snuggly around him, and they walked together like that, arm in arm, disappearing into the light.

FIN

{Some other renderings of the original sketch, which incidentally, I first shared in this Tweet, where, if you are so inclined, you will see the original inspiration for the drawing. Of course when I saw the prompt “nice jeans”, my muse just went, oh yeah let’s do this. But it also works for Ressler’s “Heart” Week 😭 }

{Another little edit I made for my Tumblr cover page, so I guess I was already kind of formulating this story in my head weeks before I found an opportunity to write it. Actually, I think how the gif turned out made me think of Liz and Ressler being in heaven together. My headcanon is that Liz IS alone, bc Tom went to hell 🤷‍♀️ Anyways, as shitty as losing Liz was for our Keenler hearts, at least we got 9.07.}

~ Thanks for reading. I hope I didn’t ruin anyone’s day with this story. It’s an AU. I’m sure Ressler ain’t goin anywhere the show won’t go…

[aussieokie]

Febressuary - Day 28 - Anything Goes

For the final day, I finally finished my 822 Keenler fix-it-fic, and rewrote the ending of the episode. In my AU fic, what if Liz didn't die?

Read it here FFN / AO3

[cesraeborgia]

I don’t know if any of you still care, but, Chapter 10 of Endgame is up (I’m so sorry y’all!!) Long story short, terrible things have been happening the last two years, but I’m back to writing for as long as I can be, so enjoy! If there’s any of you out there that still want to read it:

Divergence from 7x19 - As Reddington and Katerina’s final showdown draws near, Liz is faced with an impossible decision as she remains torn between the pair. Turning to Ressler to help her choose, she must navigate their changing relationship whilst battling her inner demons. When Ressler is thrown into the crosshairs, she and the task force embark upon a journey that will change the tone of the taskforce forever.

You can read it here, and here’s a reminder that you can still send me prompts, here

[bnsammydee]

One of the few good things the last episode did is encourage me back to writing bc GODDAMN, writers, I guess I gotta show y’all how to write a happy ending??? Also, understand that any scene I write with Agnes and Red WILL be a Pinky scene!

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Chapter Three: Shady Business

“This doesn’t work if it’s strictly professional because it isn’t,” Liz said. “If we’re honest now, the rest comes naturally.”

Rating: M || Genre: Romance, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort || Summary: Reddington's latest Blacklister is the face of a successful cruise line — and a former competitor in the luxury goods smuggling business. To obtain Albert Sconce's ledger, Liz and Ressler will have to go undercover as newlywed, prospective clients for an extended cruise on Sconce's newest ship. As they blur the lines they'd otherwise never cross, danger unfolds at every turn, threatening to sink their op and take them down with it.

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WE ALL KNEW FICS WERE COMING!!!

This isn't the most like, intense, of fics, but it came into.mu mond, practically fully formed, so I had to write it!

[fancycaroline]

Oh fun! I have 2 WIPs that have been in the works for a very loooong time. I have no idea when they will get finished bc I mostly write Keenler for my own sanity/wish fulfillment, so this is nice to be able to share at least a little bit of them 😁 Sorry it’s more than 6 sentences😅:

Liz wakes with a start, sitting bolt upright, her heart racing. Bad dream, she realizes, as fading feelings of being chased through some kind of putrid swamp clamber at the edge of her vision. After remembering where she is, she spins around to see Donald sleeping peacefully beside her, and her breathing slows considerably, something akin to sunshine filling her heart. Slowly, she lies back down, snuggling closer to him than she had just been, pillowing her cheek in one hand and reaching her other hand out to place on his back. Just to confirm that he is real and that she isn’t alone. Her hand lingers there for the moment, as she takes further gulps of cleansing breaths, as if his peaceful aura is the only source of clean oxygen around. A niggling feeling of unease persists as she worries that somehow she, namely, everything that comes with who she is, could be a bad development in Donald’s life….

He stirs, flopping over and reaching for Liz, mumbling in his semi sleep state, “…don’t go Liz....lots of time…”.

Liz, banishing her anxiety-ridden thoughts as they are replaced by the utter appreciation of the cuteness of sleepy Ressler next to her, shakes her head at him, gently pushing him away as he blindly reaches for her waist, trying to pull her to him. At last she manages to playfully push his hands away, giggling and inwardly marvelling at how very nearly successful he was, even though he was still mostly asleep. He was really making it difficult for her to leave him, lying there all warm and inviting. With a hint of amusement, she says, “Do you really think I should show up at the office in the same clothes I wore yesterday?…. I need to get back and get ready...”

No reply. “…Donald!” Liz whispers, but it’s no use. He’s fast asleep. Liz smiles as her heart swells more and more, and she leans over, planting a lingering kiss on his lips. He groggily reaches for her again, but she pulls back with a snicker, only just evading his capture. “I need to get back and shower before work...”

Donald rolls over and says, “ ..mkay, you go first…” And he’s asleep again.

Six Sentence Sunday

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[kiss-my-freckle]

If I were to write a Keenler baby fanfic, it would be easy for me to reveal it in my first chapter. The only thing it would require is a custody battle between Cooper and Scottie because the judge would want DNA proof that Scottie is Agnes' paternal grandmother.

[fancycaroline]

The Cyranoid Redux

Keenler Super Mini Fic follow-up scene for

8.09 “The Cyranoid”

composed in the form of a drabble and a half

He senses the shadowy figures’ presence the moment he drops his keys in the catch-all. It looks like Liz, but who can tell these days?

He takes a couple of halting steps forward, sick with apprehension. Meeting the Cyranoid again was not his idea of unwinding after a long, hard day, no matter how much he wanted to talk to Liz in any way possible.

As the shape of Liz moves into the light, he releases the breath that chokes him. And drinks in the sight of her, immediately pulling her into a tight, warm hug.

“I missed you.” Liz whispers. He shivers as her breath caresses the skin below his ear.

But he answers darkly, “I know you did. You told me.”

She laughs a little as they release each other.

Liz looks up at Ressler, her eyes pleading as she asks,

“But did you miss me?”

Ressler looks serious now, and replies, his voice thick with emotion,

“I could tell you. But I’d rather show you.”

* * * * *

“But did you miss me?”

[aussieokie]

Hi! I am a long time fan of your writing and love the works you did in the past, you write Ressler and Keenler so well and there's so much details and fellings I love it so much by the way thanks for sharing with us your works and imagination. I also wanted to know if you intent on writing any more fics for Ressler even after this disaster of 8x22.

Hey, thank you :-) I did love writing Ressler and Keenler so much in the early years - and had a lot of fun dragging Ressler through the wringer!

My feelings on the show changed a ton after season 8, with Megan missing for a third of the season and then, as you mentioned, that debacle of 822.

I do have 3/4 of a fix-it-fic done that I started last summer, post 822. But I never got back to it to finish it, and now feel even less like doing it after seeing Ressler in 907.

So will I write more Ressler? Maybe. Never say never. Thanks for the kind words!

[nancyjocom]

This was lovely! 🥰

Just a little something I’ve been working on.

Summary:

“How long has it been?”

Ressler hesitated. He knew where this conversation was headed as soon as it began. It was unavoidable. He had to tell her the truth— but he still wasn’t entirely prepared to go down this path. “Eighteen months.”