#three faces of reddington

[writingbyshiloh]

Part 6

Parts 1-5

CW: Reader gets injured on the job!,(TBH it could be either hand as long as you have a weird handshake),Making out in a closet. Flashbacks to when Ressler walked in on R and Red having sex (part 2) and Liz and the earring (part 3)

WC: 2.3 (!!!!)

AN: Reader did work with a mob team, Flashback to when Ressler slept with Samar in season 4. I’ve never broken a bone so I tried to google as best as I could :) It ends a but abrutly, but I tried for an hour to work out a better ending and nada

Thank you to everyone who read the series, esp those who provided kind comments/feedback/let me bounce ideas off of them!! Whether you read just half of a chapter or all 6 I truly appreciate it. 7 months later we are done!!! 

“And how is the happy couple doing?” Reddington asks, sliding up next to you at the bar. 

“Oh, you know. Hopefully going to get into a huge argument in 10 minutes,” you reply. 

The task force was undercover at a cocktail party, to which a known member of the Blacklist was invited. Red and Liz are paired up, same with you and Ressler, while Samar and Aram are in the van, monitoring everyone. 

The first part of the plan was for Reddington and you to point out the mob member - Sonny Someone or other. Raymond knew them through business, while you knew him from trying to take him down while on a mob squad. 

Part two was you and your “husband” of the evening get into a fight, giving a reasonable excuse to not be mingling with others hoping to let Ressler bond with some of the other criminals. 

Currently, it's part three. You’re slinking around the halls of the event while not being outed as an FBI agent. Your bigger task is making sure you and Reddington are safe from any mob-connected individuals who may want him dead.

You’re both out of sight, being tucked into a storage room with your back uncomfortable against a shelf with a first aid kit next to you, while his hands gently squeeze your hips.

“We shouldn’t. Everyone here is suspicious!” you hiss, weakly protesting his advances, knowing you’re going to give in. He looks too good and you haven’t spent any time with him in the past two weeks outside of work.  

“Personally, I’ve always found the threat of death an aphrodisiac. Don’t you?” 

You rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to hide your smile. What do you possibly say to that? You let out a small snort of laughter.

His lips dropped to your neck, kissing any exposed skin. You sigh, not daring to make a louder noise. Your arms, however, pulled him closer. 

Dipping your head, you tried to catch his lips with your own. He understands and brings his lips to yours, gently tugging your bottom lip with his teeth as a suggestion of you opening your mouth.

The squeaking of hurried dress shoes caused you to break apart, both leaning closer to the door to hear what's happening. 

You can hear Ressler's voice, strained as if he is jogging, saying, “They said they’re going down this hall, I just don’t see them!” 

On instinct, you flinch back, knocking the first aid kit off the shelf. You wince hearing the dull smack of the kit hitting the floor, then wince harder at the steps before the door. 

You barely hear the end of Donald's phone call, the opening of the door distracting you. Raymond positions his body in front of you, in case of the possibility that it's not Ressler on the other side of the door, but an attacker. 

“What the fuck.” is the only thing Donald can manage. 

You understand how bad the situation looks, Raymond Reddington looking flushed, and you standing behind. You see emotions flit across his face, not quite sure what to say. You squeeze past Reddington to go closer to Ressler. 

Your motion spurs Ressler into action. 

“Are you out of your mind? He's a criminal!” Ressler hisses at you, trying to keep his voice down. 

Reddington wants to correct him, pointing out that he is one of the most wanted criminals but the look you shoot at him makes him close his mouth. 

“It's not that bad!” you protest trying to save face. 

“It is!” 

“It's not!” 

“Does Cooper know?” Ressler lets out a small huff of a laugh “Does Liz know?”

“NO! You’re the first to know. But you can’t tell anyone. Please.” you beg.

“What's stopping me?” 

“I never told a soul about you sleeping with a subordinate! I planned to take that shit to the grave!” 

“A subordinate? I never knew you had it in you, Donald.” Reddington chimes in from behind.

A new voice around the corner makes you all freeze. You’re certain it's Sonny from listening to his voice through surveillance plans. 

Ressler’s comments and discovery have your nerves set ablaze but you still have enough sense to get your work weapon out and ready. You see Ressler do the same. 

Catching Reddington's eye, you jerk your head to the side, trying to get him to go behind you and Donald. He returns with a bewildered look as if you thought he’d willingly place you in danger. 

All three of you are pressed against the wall, trying to figure out what to do next. Ressler is in front of you, Reddington close behind. 

The voice is nearer, talking but no one is answering. Ressler uses his free hand to make the sign of a phone using his thumb and pinky. You nod in agreement. 

Your stress-addled brain tells you this is the best time to get your man. 

Rounding the l-shaped corner you smack into Sonny, trying to come across as a distracted and drunk partygoer, not an FBI agent on the verge of losing their job. 

“I’m sorry! I should watch where I’m going.” You apologize, trying to buy some time for Ressler and Reddington to understand your plan. 

“It is okay. Sonny.” He introduces himself. His hand is extended for a handshake but you would know him without the introduction. You spent months trying to get a lead on the racketeering he's done. 

You take his hand without thinking, glad he doesn’t recognize you. His left hand is on your right, patting your hand. You want to pull your arm away but can’t, wanting to stay in partygoer character. 

It's too fast for you to react until your index and middle fingers are bent back and you're gasping out in pain. 

Your surprise shouting alerts the two men behind you. With your half-baked plan ruined, they round the corner to come and find you and Sonny. 

With the mob member gone, you hold your hand in shock, telling Ressler to go after the mob guy. Instead of following your order, Ressler communicates with Samar and Aram in the van, telling them that Sonny ran towards the exit. 

The combined adrenaline of undercover, being found out, and having at least one finger broken is what keeps you from crying. Or at least what you tell yourself. 

 ----

Hospitals are never your favourite place, but it's exceptionally awkward now. Reddington is off doing something (he sent someone from his team to pay the leftover medical bills) to save some face. You have two broken fingers and want nothing more than to go home. 

Ressler is keeping you company (you suspect he's also the reason a nurse has checked in on you twice in the past 15 minutes). He only left briefly for Cooper to call you to say you’re not fired, but one out of the three weeks off (suggested by the doctor) was a suspension. Inappropriate relationship with a CI. But with the black site, nothing will stay on your file. 

Outside the room, you hear the voices from your team, most of them hushed, one angry. 

Aram being on the verge of tears is not what you expected to see when. You expected anger, or arguing, but not this level of upset from your close friend. Knowing Aram’s tendency to talk when nervous you’re sure he's going to tell you what's going on. 

“Why would you cheat on Dembe with Mr. Reddington?” The hurt in his voice is obvious. 

You can't control the way your jaw drops in shock or the way that your eyes widen. The doctor only gave you regular painkillers, but now you’re wondering if they’re making you loopy. You make eye contact with Ressler, who slowly shakes his head, not wanting to be part of this. 

“Cheat? On Dembe! What does Dembe have to do with this?” you can only hope that no one else can hear the conversation. 

“Dembe! Your boyfriend?” Aram fills you in.

“My who?”

“You’re dating Dembe. The evidence adds up.” Samar chips in. 

“What evidence do you even have?” 

“What about the earrings you left at the safe house? You and Dembe kept looking at each other and the earrings.” Liz supplies.

“Who remembers things like that?” Fucking profilers apparently. 

“What about how you light up when Dembe comes into the post office?” 

Okay. Maybe you’re not as subtle as you think you are. In your defence, however, that would be because he walks in with Raymond. 

“It's even more messed up that it’s with his boss!” 

You suppose it is a good thing your coworkers are so sharp, trying to tease information from your personal life to fit into their theory. 

“What if I told you I’m not actually dating Dembe. So your theory sucks.” 

Maybe you are getting a bit worked up. You watch the wheels spin in their head, trying to figure out. 

Aram is the first to put the pieces together “Mr. Reddington? He's like 60!” 

“That's why you dropped your coffee when Aram asked how things are with Mr. Right! You heard Mr. R and jumped to the conclusion. ” Liz supplies. It takes everything in you not to ask if this is the hospital where her ex-fiancé works. 

You meet Samar’s eye and she frowns in a way that says not too bad. You make a mental note to ask her what the fuck that means. 

“Does Cooper know?” 

“Do I know what?” The man himself asks, entering your hospital room, a bottle of juice from the vending machine for you tucked under his arm. 

If it didn't make you want to crawl into a hole, his timing would be comedic. His appearance still makes you pleased, he can't be that mad if he is visiting you, and bringing you a gift.

“Yes! Can we stop talking about it now?” you plead. 

Your idea is shot down to a chorus of “no!”s. 

“Hand me my drink, I will answer one question each. Choose wisely.” You say. Might as well get something out of this situation. 

---

“If you clench your jaw any harder we'll have to turn back.” you joke to Ressler, his knuckles white with how hard he is gripping the steering wheel. It was nice of him to drive you home, but his anger for you is coming and going in waves.

“You know, it's a shame how you never managed to catch Reddington before the task force started.” you notice his back stiffen at the mention of the FBI most wanted. You pretend to study your splint before continuing. “And do you remember when you wanted to drop off the files at my apartment? At literally the worst possible time?” 

For the first time since being in the car, he looks at you. 

“I bet you're the first FBI agent to walk in on the most wanted having s-” 

“Stop talking.”

---

It's a rarity to see Reddington unsure of himself. Even when you’re alone with him, he carries himself with confidence. Now he looks torn between making sure you’re okay and leaving you alone. 

“You can ask, you know,” you say, putting down your phone. The news about your fingers has spread to non-FBI friends, but typing with one hand is getting exhausting. 

“How did it go?” He’s sitting next to you, as close as he dared reading his newspaper. 

“Better than expected. No more broken limbs, everyone still talking to me, I’m still employed.” 

You shift the bag of frozen strawberries on your hand to get more of the cold. 

“Cooper called me on the way to the hospital, I was slapped with inappropriate relationships with a CI, much better than with a wanted criminal.” You smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Cooper also said he wouldn’t tell the team if he didn't want me to.” 

“But you did. Liz called, and let's just say your friends care about you.” 

Your chest feels warm at the idea of your friends fighting on your behalf. 

“I didn’t, they figured it out. I think all Ressler told them was he found us in a closet. It's whatever. I don’t think I could figure out another reason why it's so funny when he offs to beat up the mystery man.” 

“Yes, he always is a real go-getter, isn't he?” Raymond agrees. 

You press your lips together to hide your guilty expression. Reddington notices and his hand creeps up to the back of your neck, trying to be reassuring. You lean your body weight into him trying to get comfortable. 

“The next time you see Ressler one-on-one” at least you hope he respects you enough to not talk about your sex life with everyone “he's going to have some choice words.” 

You twist your head to look at Reddington's face, eyebrows raised slightly, tongue between his teeth as he tries to understand what you’re going to say. 

“I may have brought up how he, um, interrupted us one time,” you say. Now is not the time to bring up what other sexy details you shared with the team while he was unnamed. 

“Is that why he ran as soon as your door opened?” 

“Yeah, I think I traumatized him in the car.” 

 “He’s a strong man, he’ll live.” 

[bg-sparrow]

Chapter Twenty-Three: Possession

"I've got it."

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.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57831091/chapters/160498684

[blacklist-notary]

#84: Wujing

Synopsis: In the span of two weeks, Raymond Reddington has turned Elizabeth's life upside down. He hijacked her first day of work at the FBI and sent her into a barely-thwarted mass-casualty terrorist attack, and then he used some small-fry assassin to lure in a bigger fish right under her nose; gaming the system to shatter the facade of a more powerful individual. It's been overwhelming and somewhat disorienting to be pulled into it all at once - and throughout this ordeal, Liz has stumbled across something so disruptive to her life that it seems like only Reddington could be behind it.

Liz has found a box containing dozens of passports and a loaded handgun. The implication of this discovery, given the pictures attached to every single passport are of her husband Tom, is that he - a mild-mannered grade school teacher - is secretly an international criminal. They've been married for a while now, and all this batfuck crazy underworld shit has only been happening to her in the last couple of weeks - so why wouldn't this be some bizarre power play by a known manipulator to further disrupt Liz's life?

While she conducts her own external investigation into that matter, she's called into work to take down a notorious spy-killer named Wujing. The episode actually opens with Wujing's latest attack in Shanghai where his network of cronies shoot a man down in the street, steal a digital collection of classified documents and cut the dead man's hand off to decrypt them at a later date.

The main wrinkle in this plan is that the dead man's fingerprint doesn't decrypt the lock. So Wujing has to reach out to someone to crack the encryption - which is where Raymond Reddington comes in, bringing an undercover Liz Keen along for the ride. It's tense, it's claustrophobic, and the stakes are raised higher still by a mysterious man holding an apple.

Thoughts: This episode continues a trend in Donald Ressler's character - Ressler is the no-nonsense, crew-cut FBI tightwad who doesn't trust Reddington and who's highly suspicious of Elizabeth Keen due to Reddington's insistence of working with her, which has led to him jumping the gun on numerous occasions to catch Reddington out. In this episode, he almost blows Keen and Reddington's cover because Reddington's tracking tag goes offline - Reddington manages to play this off beautifully, no harm no foul, but it's yet another example of Ressler being a dickhead. He's so by-the-book that he's almost sprung three different operations to capture three massive criminals, and he's being a massive douchebag.

But keeping with his other character archetype - the FBI attack dog who'll follow his target to the ends of the earth - this episode is Ressler's finest hour. Dude beats up like three bad guys, and when he's done, he's covered in blood; some of it is his own, some of it is theirs. There's a saying in Australian footy: "Bring Back The Biff", meaning "let players get into punch-ups and other scraps" which is a practice that has become significantly more penalized over the years than it used to be - Ressler brings back the fucking biff, let me tell you.

And this episode introduces a character who's going to become incredibly important later. A part of the plot involves this FBI tech whiz who tails Elizabeth Keen while she's undercover, helping her pull off her cover identity from a remote location. There are several parts where he has to intervene to save Liz's bacon, and once the final act kicks off, he gets a quick moment of patter dialogue - just a little conversational quip he says to himself - where he discloses his name: Amar.

There have been characters like Amar in the prior two episodes, but they're mostly a sea of disposable, blank faces who disappear to be replaced by an identical gaggle of FBI staffers in the next episode, but Amar is charismatic and fun. He has a distinct profile and a refreshing zest to him that contrasts with Ressler's sourpuss demeanor and Meera's ruthless CIA personality. There's no guarantee that Amar will be back in future episodes - again, there's a sea of disposable FBI staffers who could fill Amar's shoes from a utilitarian viewpoint. But for as minor as his role is in the middle of the episode, he fits in with the goofy spy hacker thriller vibe of the whole thing, and he brings a positive contrast to the existing FBI taskforce.

Aram is one of my favorite characters, and if he never appeared in another episode, he would have still put a smile on my face in this one. But here I am, singing his praises and calling him one of my favorite characters. So take that as a sign of things to come.

[amileighreed]

It's Part 3 of my small story series that I've been posting. I'd love to know what you all think of it. Feel free to leave a comment and let me know if you would like to see more! --Present Time - Port of Kugane–

Ami’s gaze shifted toward the sky, studying the sun’s position and the lengthening shadows. Mid-afternoon. There was still time before dusk settled over Kugane—before her true work would begin. With a quiet exhale, she stepped away from the railing and made her way toward the bustling marketplace.

The market hummed with life, filled with the chatter of merchants and the eager voices of prospective buyers. Stalls overflowed with exotic wares, and vendors called out in an attempt to lure passersby with promises of the finest Hingan silk and intricate regional jewelry. Ami, however, remained unmoved, her mind focused elsewhere as she weaved through the throng.

At last, she reached the stairs leading to the Ijin District and ascended swiftly, slipping into the East Aldenard Trading Company’s offices.

“Miss Reddington, welcome,” the lobby clerk greeted her with a polite smile as she entered. “A missive arrived for you by courier just a few hours ago.”

Ami’s sharp eyes flickered toward the offered parchment, its seal marked with the unmistakable emblem of Sharlayan wax. Without hesitation, she accepted it, slipping it into her pocket with practiced ease. “Thank you,” she murmured, placing a small handful of gil into the clerk’s awaiting palm.

With a brief nod, she turned and departed, stepping back into the streets of Kugane—her next destination clear. The Bokairo Inn awaited.

As the hours drifted onward and the sun dipped low in the western sky, Ami lay on the bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling above. Sleep eluded her. On the nightstand beside her, the last remnants of the missive smoldered in a small metal dish—its message reduced to nothing but ash.

Conditions Met. Evaluation Complete. Initiate Confiscation Tonight.

The Sharlayan seal had carried weight, but the words had sealed her course.

A gentle breeze stirred the branches outside her window, their subtle swaying casting fleeting shadows along the walls. Her eyes shifted toward them before settling on the neatly arranged attire spread atop a pristine white sheet on the floor. Each piece lay in perfect order, meticulously cared for—no blemishes, no scuffs, no imperfections.

Lowering herself beside the dark garments, Ami took a steadying breath, her fingers brushing against the fabric before slipping into the practiced rhythm of dressing. The earlier revelry had no doubt left the crew of The Tempest’s Embrace inebriated and at ease—an advantage she intended to use. The real challenge would lie beyond the deck, in the ship’s secure hold. There, Kōryū’s Heart would await, guarded by three, perhaps four watchful souls—unlucky men chosen by fate or by lot.

“Incapacitation only. No lethal force. No reason for the innocent to suffer for the greed of others,” she murmured, the quiet oath slipping from her lips as she secured the ties of her trousers.

As she pulled on her shirt and adjusted the laces, her reflection caught her eye in the nearby mirror. The woman staring back was not Ami of the Reed family, nor the weary traveler who had lingered in Kugane. This was something else—someone else. A shadow trained to move unseen, to take only what was necessary… to do whatever was required.

She slid her gloves into place, then reached for the mask. Holding it for a moment, she turned it in her hands, her grip firm but reverent.

"Could really use a dove like ya, Saran, to help me cloy this heart…" The words left her lips in a whisper, laced with an accent she rarely allowed to surface.

Exhaling slowly, Ami clutched the mask once more before slipping it over her face. The hesitation faded. The transformation was complete.

A breath. A step. The night air whispered through the open window, and in the next instant, the figure standing there was gone—claimed by the shadows.

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[meganwritesfanfics]

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.

[ryuzakemo128]

Stranger Things Prompts Part 4

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Previous Prompt Lists: Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Masterlist

General

"To wake up everyday and do what you do. Expecting nothing in return. You didn't have to help them. You could have just walked away."

"On a lighter note, I think you need to brush up on your Latin."

"I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sure you'll find him soon."

"I have nothing left to say, I'm sorry I wish I knew what to say to make you happier about it. But I haven't got a clue."

"Death isn't the end. It's a new beginning for the next generation and the one after that one too."

Marianna and Kolya based prompts

"I understand if you no longer want to be friends. If it made you happier to do so. All you have to do is say it and I'll leave. We'll both leave."

"We did things no one else wanted to do. So we're used to the disappointment and the cruelty. It also means that you have to be."

"Understand that we do this so you don't have to. You have more to live for."

"God doesn't want me and the devil isn't finished." (Reddington line from The Blacklist)

"I have a better chance of getting in and out of there on my own. You lot, can stay out here and make sure you don't get yourselves killed." - Marianna to Eddie, Steve and the others.

"To see it's beauty, to must understand the fundamentals and to gorge yourself on the details. Consume as much as you can to become one with it." - Marianna talking about passion projects, etc.

"Latin is an old language that is considered to be deceased. I find it quite fascinating that it is. It's the main reason I learnt it in the first place, besides most of the Latin phrases are quite beautiful."

Angst

"You've ruined everything."

"You don't understand what you're missing until it's gone."

"Fine. Hand me the gun. I'll kill them myself."

"I guess my expectations were too high."

"You can't run forever."

"I'm starting to think you want to get yourself killed."

"What's the point of trying if it just proves that I'll never be good enough?"

"Giving up is the hardest thing I ever had to do."

"I hope you're happy with yourself."

"When will you take me seriously?"

"Death sounds pretty good right now."

"It wasn't a fucking accident and you know it."

Scenario

Person A brutally murdering their captor, only to return home and break down, realizing what they have done.

Person B throws up while Person A rubs their back and holds back their hair.

In a kingdom, Person B is the successor of the throne, but they fall in love with Person A who is a simple baker. Person B would rather live a simple life running the bakery with Person A than rule the kingdom.

Everyone around Person B and Person A know they have something going on, but they are completely oblivious.

Person A can tell that Person B is having a nightmare because they’re making weird noises/motions in their sleep so Person A wakes them up and asks if they’re okay.

Person A makes hot chocolate for Person B but when they hand them their mug, Person A drops it spilling the piping hot drink on Person B. Person A then helps Person B clean themself up and treat any burns they might have.

Person A and Person B were supposed to go out for a date but a snow storm hits and they get snowed in. Person A is really sad about it so Person B builds them a blanket fort so they can spend the evening snuggling and watching Christmas movies together.

Person B and Person A watching a horror movie and Person A is scared to sleep alone, so Person B keeps them awake all night, talking about whatever comes to mind.

A friend drawing on Person A and Person B's faces when they sleep. They wake up to see each other faces covered in silly doodles.

Person A and Person B go to a fair/amusement park and Person A wants to go on the roller coaster and Person B agrees. Later, Person B regrets their decision and ends up clinging onto Person A for dear life.

Person B hiding in a closet to jump out and surprise Person A, but Person A just keeps not going near the closet by chance.

Person A having pizzas delivered unaware that Person B has also ordered pizzas and both of them bursting into laughter when two pizza delivery people arrive at the door.

Person A, who is usually not the type to show negative emotion, breaks down in front of Person b.

Imagine Person A and Person B as secret santas.

Person A and B both frequent the same arcade and both have the same favorite arcade game. When Person A gets the new highscore Person B comes back the next weekend and tops that score. In a slightly childish back and forth they keep trying to beat each others highscores every weekend. When Person C comes in and tops both of their highscores by a huge margin they have to team up to beat Person C, together.

[bi-bard]

Small Moments With... Donald Ressler (The Blacklist)

Small Moments With...

Pairing: Donald Ressler X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 916 words

Warning(s): mentions of violence

Author's Note: I never really expected to get requests for The Blacklist but I'm not upset about it.

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Donald trying to keep you away from his work-life...

"How was work," I asked from my spot by the stove. Donald was hanging up his jacket.

"Fine," he shrugged. He walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist. He never went into detail.

"That's it," I questioned.

He nodded, "Sorry."

"It's okay," I turned around in his arms, pulling him into a soft kiss. "You're just trying to keep me safe."

"Have I used that explanation that often," he scrunched up his face. I nodded, chuckling at him.

"I really don't mind though," I promised, pecking his lips again. I turned back around. "There are some parts of your job that I just don't want to know."

"Really?"

"I've seen you wake up from enough nightmares to convince me," I replied. Donald rested his chin on my shoulder. "Now, dinner?"

"Please," he stepped back. I chuckled at him. "I love you."

"Love you too," I mumbled.

Donald failing to keep you away from his work-life...

I closed and locked my front door behind me. I was tired from work and was ready for a quick dinner and a quiet night with Donald. I heard the floor creak in the living room.

"Donald," I called. When no one answered, I reached into my purse and pulled out the taser I carried with me.

I slowly walked into the living room. I didn't very far before someone spoke.

"I really would put the weapon down," I jumped and looked at the man sitting on my couch. I pointed the taser at him. "I could pull my gun and shoot you before you could take a step toward me. Now, put the taser away."

I put my hand down, glaring at the man.

"Please sit, it is your house," he motioned to on the chairs in my living room. I sat down hesitantly. I then noticed that there was another man in the corner. I was now terrified. "I didn't know Donald had a partner."

"You know Donald," I asked.

"We work together," he replied.

"'Sit down or I'll shoot' doesn't really fit the behavior of an F.B.I agent," I mumbled.

"You would be surprised," the man joked. "So tell me, what's Donald like outside of the office?"

I heard the door open. Saved by the bell. Donald walked in and saw the three of us.

"Dammit Reddington," he muttered.

"Seriously," I asked. "That's your reaction to two men breaking into our house? Mumbling like you spilled coffee on your pants?"

"I can explain," Donald promised.

"Please do," the man I could now call Reddington said with a smug grin. "I'd love to hear this."

Him wanting you to be able to defend yourself...

I groaned and plopped onto the couch.

"That was awful," I mumbled, curling up on the cushion.

"It was not," Donald sat next to me. I pouted at him.

He laughed and cupped the side of my face. There was a moment of comfortable silence where he seemed to be admiring me or memorizing my face.

"I just want to feel like you're safe when I can't be here," he mumbled.

"I know," I nodded. "It doesn't make training any better."

"I can make it up to you," Donald offered. I raised an eyebrow at him.

He leaned over and kissed me gently. I smiled as he pulled away.

"Better?"

"Almost," I shrugged before leaning over and kissed him again. I mumbled against his lips, "Love you."

"Love you too," he replied.

Pulling him away from work...

Donald Ressler was the definition of an overworked employee. I loved his ambition... but sometimes it was his biggest downfall.

I walked into his office, sighing when I saw him still leaning over a file.

"Donald," I said quietly.

He looked at me over his shoulder for a moment, "I'll be there in a minute."

"It's 11 p.m," I replied. "Come on. There's no way you are doing anything productive."

"I need-"

"To make sure your well-rested so you can finish this work with fresh eyes."

He looked at me with a straight face. I smiled.

"Come on," I begged. "Please."

I leaned down and kissed his cheek, then his nose, and then his lips.

"Please," I repeated. He looked at me for a moment before sighing.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," he agreed before going to turn off the desk lamp.

I silently celebrated. He turned around and saw me dancing as he stood up. I smiled at him. He just laughed and shook his head before grabbing my waist, pulling me into another kiss.

"Let's go," he mumbled. I nodded, happy that I had won this game of tug of war.

The other members of the teams asking for stories...

"So... I have to ask," Liz said, leaning on the table. "What's Ressler like when he's not working?"

"Umm," I paused, chuckling. "Sweet, romantic-"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Stories, please," she asked. I chuckled.

I was in the middle of my second or third story when Donald sat next to me.

"You two seem to be getting along," he noted.

"Of course we are, muffin," Liz teased.

"I told you, he tried the nickname once and dropped it as soon as he said it," I said as I started chuckling.

"Never knew you were a romantic, Ressler," she added.

"And... I'll see you later," Donald stood back up, walking over to the other members of the team.

"Anyway, what was the embarrassing story you were telling me?"

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[writingbyshiloh]

Cheese Cake

Raymond Reddington x fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention handcuffs for arresting someone.

AN: No beta! First time writing something close to an action scene. I put the Red tag list at the bottom :-)

Word Count: 905

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You flip your wrist to check your watch before looking at Reddington a frown forming on your face. 

“Honestly, you should try acupuncture! It helps improve sleep, digestion, your mood” Reddington said, the last part is a dig at you and your bad mood. 

You couldn't help it. Your unsure feelings solidified into a massive crush on the man. And rather than let him figure that out you decided it was best to put up a wall. 

“A source” you lock your eyes with him, trying to hint that he was the source, “said that there would, uh, be a guest at this restaurant. A very important guest”.

“I’m sure the guest will show up. She has a fondness for the cheesecake here. It is also possible this source as you call him, wanted to spend the evening with a gorgeous lady” he murmured. 

You felt butterflies in your stomach as a result of the complement, which you tried to push down. You were sure he was flirting to keep cover and tried your best to believe it. 

A small smile crept over your face, not able to hide how the compliment made you feel. This made him lean across the table closer to you. If anyone was watching the two of you they would have assumed you two were on a date. 

“It's true,” he said gently “Where did you get your dress? The cut and colour suit you perfectly” 

“Thank you” you smoothed a non-existent wrinkle on your dress. “You look nice as well”. It was true, he was in one of his three-piece suits, hat and jacket in coat check. 

His lips turn upwards in a smile. You take a sip of your water, racking your brain for more conversation topics. 

“I do wonder where you’re keeping your gun though,” Reddington said eyes wandering your frame shamelessly. 

“Purse,” you said, nodding to your bag with your head.  

“You may want to get it ready my dear, your guest just walking in”. 

You subtly glanced around the table, trying to spot the reflection of the criminal behind you. 

“I’m going power my nose, gimme two minutes,” you said, grabbing your purse. As you left the table you saw Reddintion smile at your mix of formal and slang. 

You hung back a few steps but followed the woman to the bathroom. In the large mirrors, you fished around in your bag, pretending to look for lipstick, subtly looking under the stalls to see if you were alone. You noticed the criminal at the sink, fishing around her bag too. You notice her rub her lips together. 

“Want to borrow mine?” You ask, testing the waters to see if she suspects you as an FBI agent. 

“Really? Thank you so much, Honey.” She replied, holding out a hand to receive it. 

As quietly was out could you pull out a set of handcuffs, swiftly clasping half around her dainty wrist. Her face switched from confused to angry in a matter of seconds, realizing what you had done. 

Swiftly you moved to cuff the rest around part of the bathroom stall as a place holder until you got back up. You suspected Reddington had already told them that you saw the criminal but decided to call anyway. 

In a matter of seconds, Liz burst through the door, apprehending the woman and escorting her out. You followed behind, ready to cover Liz's back if something went wrong and to get your coat from coat check. As you passed the table where you and Red sat, you glanced quickly. 

Seeing the table empty sent a wave of disappointment into your stomach. You pushed it aside and prayed that Liz didn't catch you looking. If anyone on the team were to discover your crush your money was on her. 

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Signing you rubbed your hand over your face. The integration was not going well. She was refusing to give any answers related to her brother or her whereabouts for the past few weeks. While thankful for the tip from Reddington, you wished he would have given a tip about someone more related. 

Getting up from your desk, you made your way to the break room. Once the criminal was back at the post office you changed out of high heels into sneakers but still had on your dress. 

“Any progress?” Cooper asked from behind. His voice made you jump - you thought everyone else left for the night. 

You let out a sign before answering. “Nope. I figured I’d review what information we have and try again in a few hours”. 

Cooper nodded and you topped up your mug with coffee. 

“I’m going to head out, call if you need anything,” he said, making his way to the door. “By the way, someone left a box for you in the fridge”. 

You turn around to ask for more information but Cooper was already gone. Opening the fridge, you see a take-out box. Your name is scrawled in cursive on the front. Questions filled your mind. Sure, Aram, Liz, and the others were nice but you didn’t see them leaving you a gift. 

A slice of cheesecake lay on the bottom of the box. On the top was a note

Good luck with your interrogation. I didn’t want you to miss the cheesecake - Red x

A small smile crept over your face. Maybe tonight won’t be all that bad

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Tag list: @rhepworth

[bg-sparrow]

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.

[blacklist-notary]

#161: The Stewmaker

Synopsis: Elizabeth continues to look into her husband Tom, tracking down a date and a cryptic casefile title attached to him. But aside from that ongoing plot thread, things are finally looking up - a cartel leader named Hector Larcos is going to trial partially due to Liz's work, and the FBI have an airtight testimony from a star witness that's going to put Larcos behind bars. Larcos has been behind over 100 missing persons cases; his victims have never been found, and they finally have one person pinning him to the litany of crimes he's been charged with. After leaving hundreds of people without answers, this testimony is finally going to put him in jail.

Reddington, on the other hand, believes differently. Larcos has been in touch with him to get him a new name and a ride out of the country to start a new life - despite having his back against the wall, Larcos is very much under the impression that he's going to be a free man. Sure enough, the trial is disrupted and the FBI's star witness disappears in the confusion.

And so enters the Stewmaker.

This episode begins with the titular Stewmaker paying for a hotel room. He's tall, old and gaunt, and he has a trusty pooch by his side.

Once he gets inside his room, he begins to take off his clothes. He takes out the top row of his teeth - dentures. He peels off the hair he keeps on his head; it's a very artificial-looking toupee. After coating the room in plastic sheeting, he gets in the shower and he shaves his entire nigh-hairless body down, and then he coats himself in iodine to wash off as much traceable filth as he possibly can.

This naked, bald old man then adorns a gas mask and begins filling a jacuzzi-style bathtub with chemicals. He's ready for his next job.

The Stewmaker is the reason why Hector Larcos's victims have never been found. His chemical cocktail dissolves the body - clothes, bones, hair and all - and when he's done, he flushes them down the drain. He also keeps a memento of his kills, whether it be a tooth or a Polaroid snapshot of his sedated or dead victims.

Long story short, this episode is incredibly disorienting, weird and disturbing. This is one of the episodes where the Blacklister in question is undeniably the draw of the episode. Watch this episode to watch a guy turn people into stew and flush them down the drain.

Thoughts: One gripe I have about the Blacklist fanbase is that they can take things too seriously. The aspect of this that really bothers me are when people are really vitriolic and butthurt about Elizabeth Keen - like I said in my pinned introductory post, I'm of the opinion that Liz being a bit more bland compared to the rest of the cast is an acceptable compromise, given that The Blacklist is a show made for primetime television. I can live with that.

No hate if you take the show incredibly seriously, but I want to take the time to take the show down a peg for a second. You don't have to agree, but I just have to get this off my chest:

The Blacklist is schlock.

Now, granted - I love schlock. I'm a great appreciator of The Blacklist specifically for its portrayal of this impossibly seedy criminal underbelly of the world, where the sort of crimes being committed would only be possible through some form of magic at times. A kinder term for this sort of effect would be "magical realism" - the same thing that guarantees Raymond Reddington's ability to step out of frame and evade all attempts at capture, all so he can remain four steps ahead of everyone else at all times. It's schlock, and it's absolutely delicious.

The Stewmaker is the first truly emblematic element of schlock in The Blacklist. There are elements of it in the first three episodes, like the guy who saves the day in the pilot or the twist that happens in the second episode. The show hasn't been afraid to swing for the fences and go for maximum drama in the past three episodes. But the Stewmaker is pure, forward-facing schlock, and he dominates this episode.

And this is for the best, because the Stewmaker is undeniably one of the most iconic Blacklisters to ever grace the show. He's absolutely disgusting - he reminds me of that episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia where Frank shaves his body, covers himself in hand sanitizer and crawls along the ground like a slug because he wants to be "pure".

And on top of his character being such an over the top caricature of a body-melting weirdo, the Stewmaker is schlock for that sort of "magical realism" element of the show that I mentioned before. As far as I know, you can't dissolve a whole body over the course of a couple hours in a motel bathtub and let the debris wash down the drain. The acid breaks down all the soft bits, but my understanding is that it takes longer than that to liquify a person's bones, and teeth are always a concern when disposing of a body (sidenote: I'm talking from the perspective of other shows and movies where body disposal is portrayed, so like what do I know - I'm just yapping on my Blacklist rewatch sideblog).

And granted, teeth do factor into this episode. On top of the Polaroids the Stewmaker takes of his victims, he also keeps any teeth or other debris left over by his victims, and he keeps them in jars of formaldehyde. But we're talking the acid breaking down people's clothes, their skin, their bones over the course of a couple hours, and all that debris - hard bone, multiple layers of potentially artificial fibres - being soft and goopy enough to go down the drain of a motel bathroom. It's schlock.

I don't mean that as a nitpick, because it enhances the creepy atmosphere of the Stewmaker. I'm just saying, the show really isn't that deep sometimes. Sometimes you're watching a bald old man turn people into gunk.

This episode has a great handful of Reddington moments, but aside from that everything is kinda standard. Ressler is a standard FBI agent, Meera Malik isn't particularly nasty in this episode, Cooper appears once at the start of the episode and has maybe two lines at most etc. That's okay in my opinion, because everything else goes into milking the Stewmaker for all that he's worth. The Blacklist crew shot the money. I think that was a good call.

So yeah, the Stewmaker is an outstanding early episode of this show. It's tropey, it's schlocky, and it's extremely entertaining.

[thetwistedargent]

Red: “What’s that?”

Liz: “You don’t want to know. Don’t look.”

(here you go))

[ Hey anon, I decided to do a continuation of your last ask. This one is dedicated to @my-robot-heart for inspiring me to continue. ]

After her confrontation with Red, Liz was completely restless. She took an extra long cold shower in an attempt to calm her body down. The only thing the shower managed to accomplish was making her slightly more irritated. She told herself that the adrenaline running through her veins was from anger and not arousal, but that lie was so bad that she couldn’t even entertain it for very long.

The truth was that Raymond Reddington just did something to her. It had been that way every since she saw him handcuffed in that box. The impeccable three-piece suits. That gravely voice that just oozed sex. His toned arms and hardened chest. Even the smug smirk on his face. As much as she hates to admit it, Liz finds herself very much attracted to him.

And after that conversation she had with him, she was finding it hard to ignore her attraction. My god, he had literally propositioned her. She couldn’t even think about him without thinking about sex with him.

And maybe she’s even a little jealous of his sexual liaisons.

So, even though Liz was bone tired, her body wouldn’t quite let her fall asleep. She needed some of release, and oh, did she find it before passing out spent and satisfied.

Liz groggily wakes up from a deep sleep to a banging on the door, which she rolls over and ignores, and then she hears her bedroom door opening.

Her hand wraps around the gun on her nightstand and points at the intruder before her brain even has time to catch up.

“Put the gun down, Lizzie, it’s just me.”

“Red, what the fuck?!” She says as her body slightly relaxes, clearly not considering him a threat.

“After our conversation earlier, I wanted to check on you. I was worried I may have pushed you a lit-“ his words trail off.

Liz looks at him confused, wondering why he’s stopped, but then she’s noticed how his eyes have travel to her nightstand. She gulps. Oh shit. She knows exactly what has caught his attention.

She had been too tired and too satisfied to bother picking up the rainbow dildo. She had hastily wiped it off and then just tossed it on the nightstand, opting to properly tuck it away later.

“What’s that, Agent Keen.” He says with extra emphasis on her name as he nods in the direction of her night stand.

She’s suddenly aware of her vulnerability and state of undress. She’s in nothing but a pair of black cotton panties and a tight black tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination. She can feel the way her nipples are standing at attention.

“You don’t want to know. Don’t look.” She says sheepishly. This just keeps getting worse.

“Oh, but I do want to know. I want to know all the naughty little details.”

“Red.” She warns as he steps closer, clearly not caring that he’s invading her personal space.

“Were you so hot and bothered over our little conversation earlier that you couldn’t resist coming home and indulging? Did you think of me as you pleasured yourself?” He croons as he steps closer to her.

The telltale smug smirk is back in his face and smugger than usual.

His hand reach towards her waist, but he only allows his finger tips to lightly graze over the exposed skin where her tank top has ridden up slightly.

“Tell me, Lizzie.” He leans in to purr softly.

She can feel his breath against her ear. She knows from the heat radiating from her entire body that her cheeks are flushed, and knows that even in the lamp light Red can see exactly what he’s doing to her, even if he can’t see the way her breathing hitches as he speaks. There’s no denying it that he’s driving her absolutely crazy.

“Yes.” She rasps.

“Yes, what, Lizzie?”

“Yes, I needed a release after our conversation.” She pauses before dropping her voice to almost a whisper and continuing. “Yes, I thought about you.”

He lets out a pleased purr of approval, and judging by the gush of wetness she fells in her panties, Liz knows that she’s absolutely powerless to her desires and that fucking voice of his. Fuck.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Club Abyssinia (6/7)

Pairings: Reader x Donald Ressler (implied), Reader x Raymond Reddington (platonic)

Warnings: Torture, violence, descriptions of injury.

Mini-Series Complete.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Your throat burned as the last of the screams were ripped out. Despite a high tolerance for pain, it appeared that Javier remembered exactly how to cross that threshold in record time which wasn’t good news for you. He had administered the first few blows personally before stepping back and letting one of his lackeys take control. 

Since that time, you had suffered a broken toe, horrifically extracted fingernail, waterboarding, shock ‘therapy’, and multiple bone fractures. You surmised that you were concussed at some point but you had passed out too quickly to remember.

Your head was bowed with little energy until there was a forceful grip on your hair that yanked your head up to meet the face of your torturer. Javier had a smug grin, pleased with how quickly he broke through your threshold of pain since their last encounter.

You were exhausted and your mouth tasted like blood had replaced saliva but there was no way that you’d let the man leave without having the last laugh.

“You know,” you began softly, the burning in your throat starting to get agitated with each word. “It’s a shame that you chose to side against Red. He could have enrolled you in a ‘Torturing for Beginners’ course.”

You chuckled lightly and felt sharp aches in your chest before Javier’s backhand met the side of your face. The sound echoed in your ears and your heard him talking but could hardly make out the words amid all the ringing so it just sounded like distant garble. There must have been something snarky at the end of it because he and his thugs had turned to leave the room.

The moment that they were out of earshot, you (not physically) jumped into action refusing to endure repeated history.

Over the two days of physical torture, you kept yourself focused by formulating an escape since it would be foolish to rely on the Taskforce or Reddington to come to your aid. Between the scrappy meals and torture instruments, you quickly discovered that Javier was so cocky with your capture that he, and a handful of three other men, left the door unlocked. 

That eliminated your need to acquire a key.

The final obstacle to free yourself from the handcuffs and ropes that bound you to a chair had also been planned out as your torturers left their utensils in the room to invoke ‘fear’.

Unfortunately for Javier, he’d have to work a lot harder if he wanted to make it as a successful villain.

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I have just seen "Misere", 8.14 of The Blacklist. In fact I have watched this episode three times back to back and this is what I have to say about it, what I must say about, what I feel obliged to say about it.

First things first, I felt Red's grief as acutely as I would have felt my own grief. Liz' part in Anne's unfortunate death was just that, accidental. And I do believe that this is the turning point in this feud that Liz started against Red. For a time being she wanted to act like an avenging angel of death when it came to Red, but to go all the way through, and actually take his life not with the help of other people and devises, but with her own hands, is what she quite simply couldn't do. She had said she knows Red's weakest spot, "you can not kill me and I can", but the reality of it that she herself is facing one truth right now, to which the spirit of her soul, of all the good there is in her, leads her as Mr. Kaplan.

Before "Misere" Liz' motivation has been revenge for her "Mother". Right now it is the way back to "just let your consience be your guide". Liz is not a cold-blooded murderer. She wasn't one in season 2, she is not now. She was blinded by her rage, pain, loss, she was all for handling the flaming sword of vengence and bringing it on Red's head. But seeing his sorrow and pain, just like being on the brink of being the reason why Ressler could have died only because Liz was attempting to kill Red in the hospital in the beginning of the season, showed Liz that a rampage of revenge is a way to fully loosing herself, not finding the true path to her destiny.

She may blame Red for putting Tom into her life - but Tom has become the love of her lif, no Tom without Red=no Agnes without Red. She may blame Red for Tom's demise and her own coma, Kaplan's death, Sam's death, the Witch' death, but the truth is: Sam was dying anyway, Tom died because of Kaplan's actions, of her setting him up by giving him the bones she dug up of her own volition, she herself killed herseld because SHE WENT TOO FAR IN HER REVENGE ON RED! And here is Liz, seeing Mr. Kaplan as the one person whose spirit is showing Liz exactly what revenge is turing her, Liz, in! Which is both beautifully heartbreaking and extreamly plausible.

What essentualy would have changed if Red had chosen to stay away from Liz? She chose to study forensic psychology because that was her choice. She decided to work for the FBI because that was her choice. She wouldn't have Tom and Agnes, but there would be a man, probably marriage, child, most likely adopted, because that was what she wanted. She would learn to think like a criminal even without Red, because to be a good profiler, she would need a deeper understanding of how criminal mind works, only she would learn longer and harder. She would discover that justice is not always achieved lawfully. She would discover her inner nature with or without Red, Sam would die of canser anyway. And who knows, Kirk and/or the Witch may have discovered that Katarina Rostova's Daughter is alive and works as an FBI profiler. Then the Cabal, and all the others could get the wind of that fact too. And then the hunt would begin, only without Red to lessen the impact of the hunt, the reason for which would come as a complete shock to an unsuspecting profiler.

Liz was marked before she was even born. Red as the Mother could only stay away this long...until he knew she would not be safe, and tried to minimize the impact by hiring Jacob Phelps, aka Tom Keen, aka Christopher Hargrave.

And to be completely just: there would be no The Blacklist unless we have Red and Liz and their relationship being exactly what it is. If one part of the fandom blames Liz for all the betrayal she inflicted on Red, after all the times he proved he loves her and protecte her, and the other blames Red for ever entering Liz' life, the truth is exactly in the middle of all that; the coin has two sides, but we could only see both if the coin is resting on its' edge. The MO of the show is that we can not be only team Red or team Liz, we should be both, because there is no team Red without Liz, no team Liz without Red. It is either both of them or none at all.

Right now we are through the middle of season 8, with sure knowledge of season 9, which was never declared to be the last. And the MO stays the same: we get to know who Red is=end of story. So Liz will find out that the Witch was not her Mother before season 8 is over. She will continue trying to solve the mystery of who Red is and why he plays such a huge part in her life. The hunt for the blacklisters will continue, and Liz will continue searching not just for Red's true identity, but also for her own.

"Our journey isn't over yet. You may have given up on us, but I haven't". Red will never give up on Liz, and Liz will keep searching, making mistakes, trusting the wrong people, hurting Red and coming back, blaming him, and then seeing parts of the truth, but the journey will continue until we all arrive to the point when the mystery will be revieled. Until then it is a difficult and long path of two people to each other, and at the same time to the core of who each of them really is individually.

PS: to those who say that Red and Anne having sex "kill Rederina": guys, that is what identity change is all about, you have to act like the person you impersonate; if you impersonate a man, have sex with a woman, or your disguise is burnt. And, come on, Katarina was shown to be bisexual, and Red too is bisexual, and SEX REALLY IS NOT ABOUT GENDER OR IDENTITY AT ALL, it is about pleasure any person could make any other person expirience in full. All that is needed is the desire to do so!

PPS: Liz needs her Mother. I will stay and see the story through just to see her finally being reunited with Her, or finding out that her Mother never abandoned her and was there for her the entire time Red reentered her life! No matter how many seasons it will eventually take, but that is all there is to it. I am there for the Reveal. Not for the audience, for Liz!

#Misere #Season 8 #Episode 14 #Liz Keen #Red #Raymond Reddington #Tom Keen #Mr Kaplan #Sam #Rederina #choosing the way #a personal take on the last seen episode #and on team Red #and team Liz #which in fact is the same #put the coin on its edge #to observe both sides #objectively #Anne 😭

[meganwritesfanfics]

Don’t Take the Girl Part 2 (Raymond Reddington x Reader)

Part 2 of ? 

Part 1 

While undercover with the infamous, Raymond Reddington, the reader and Red run into trouble. A mobster who has it out for Red. And when he finds the soft spot Red holds for the reader, the simple uncover operation turns deadly, and the reader is about to find out how much she truly means to Red, and the lengths he is willing to go to protect her.

Reddington x Reader (platonic)

In an instant both Red and Y/N were shoved into the back of a car. Phillip was in the front passenger seat, he had taken a phone call the minute they had left the restaurant. Before they were loaded into the vehicle, their hands were restrained behind their backs. 

“How are you doing,” Red whispered as he looked at her sadly. 

“I’m ok, but Red, they didn’t cover our eyes, they are doing nothing to stop us from seeing where we are going.” Y/N replied nervously knowing that Phillip and his men had no intention of letting her or Red leave alive. 

“I noticed.” Red was trying to figure out a way to get out of this, or at the very least get Y/N out of it. But his reaction at the restaurant had all but ensured that Phillip would want to keep her around. 

“What about Dembe?” Y/N asked quietly. 

“He’s back at the hotel, he will know something is wrong soon, but…” Red said. “What about our other mutual friends?” 

“They have no idea we are here.” Y/N sighed. 

By this point, Reddington had made his way closer to Y/N, and he leaned close, grabbing her hand. 

“I’m going to get you out of this.” He insisted. 

“Aww how sweet, you know Red this is a whole different side to you, and to think I thought you were a cold hearted bastard.” Phillip laughed as he turned around looking at the two of them. 

“She has nothing to do with this Phillip, now let her go.” 

“On the contrary Red, it has been made abundantly clear she is very important to you, and thus she is important to me.”  

They drove around for about an hour before they pulled up to an abandoned warehouse. 

“Now it’s time for the real fun to begin.” Phillip smiled. 

As they were led into the building, Phillip stopped turning to the both of them. 

“You see Red, now that I know this beautiful girl is your weakness, I don’t just want the money you owe me, I want everything. I want all of your money, I want all of your assets, I want the name of all your clients, all your associates.” 

Red laughed dryly. “You don’t know what you are asking for Phillip, you are in way over your head.” 

“See I thought you would say that, but I think I can persuade you to change your mind. I’ll give you two a minute to think things over.” He smiled wickedly as his bodyguards released the restraints as they shoved Red and Y/N into a room and locked the door. 

The minute he heard the door lock Red pulled Y/N into his embrace holding onto her tightly. 

“Red, whatever happens, you can’t give him anything.” Y/N insisted as she backed away from him. 

Red grabbed her face in his hands as he leaned forward kissing her on the forehead. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I got you into this.” He said, his voice cracking slightly.

With her one good arm, Y/N reached up and wrapped her hand around Red’s wrist leaning into his touch. 

“You mean so much to me. I hope you know that.” Y/N said and Red pulled away so he could look at her. “I know that you don’t believe you are worthy of having someone care for you, but I care about you so much. You have become one of the most important people in my life. And I believe you are good, deep down under all of the layers and shields you have put up you are still good.” By now the tears in her eyes had spilled down onto her cheeks and Red was doing his best to wipe them away, fighting back his own tears. 

“Y/N there is something I should have told you, I was trying to protect you. That’s all I have ever wanted was to protect you, and now…” Red started when suddenly the door burst open, and 5 men came into the room. Red grabbed Y/N and pushed her behind him, but it didn’t matter the men came at them, three heading for Red, shoving him backward into the wall and pinning him there. The other two roughly grabbed Y/N and began to drag her out of the room. 

“No!” She screamed as she tried to fight. “Red don’t tell them anything, no matter what happens to me. Red!” She screamed and screamed as she kicked and clawed at the men grabbing her, but with only one good arm, she didn’t stand a chance. 

“Y/N!” Red screamed as he tried to fight against the men who were holding him but to no avail. 

Even after she was out of the room, he could hear her screaming. 

“She is a feisty one, isn’t she Red. Let’s see how long that lasts.” Phillip smiled. 

“Phillip, what you are asking, it is impossible. You think that my clients and my associates are just going to trust you. Do you know how long it has taken me to gain even a shred of trust from anyone?”

“Well it’s a good thing we have plenty of time now don’t we.” The men began to drag Red out of the room leading him to a large open part of the warehouse. There they handcuffed his hands above his head and lifted him up so his feet were barely touching the floor. “Now first on the agenda, your money. I want it all, so I have taken the liberty of bringing in my accountant and you will transfer all of your money and assets into my account.” 

“It’s not that simple, I’m not stupid Philip, I don’t just keep everything all in one place, its spread out, it’s hidden.” 

Suddenly the sound of Y/N screaming, this time in pain, rang out through the hallways causing Red’s heart to shatter. 

Phillip just smiled as a man with a laptop walked into the room. 

“Well, then, we better start hunting for it.” And he laughed as Y/N let out another blood curdling scream.

[cesraeborgia]

Hey! This is a cool thing you're doing and thought I'd ask something!

I feel like ur gonna get asked this a lot but, realistically, what do you think is going to happen with keenler in the upcoming eps? Like obviously we'd love them to happily get together, but this is the Blacklist, and nothing is ever that simple.

Thoughts?

Hey!!! I’m happy to say your my first ask :)) !!!  If you want to chat with me about keenler, my fics, send me prompts, or just say hello!! feel free to drop me an ask here

I had a lot to say so I did a keep reading thing haha. Also, warning, spoilers for the last two eps. 

Personally, I think there’s an extremely interesting dynamic at play here that is similar to when Liz was on the run the first time. I can’t help but draw parallels between Ressler’s interactions with Liz in season 3 and his interactions with her now, and I think that Liz’s plot line this season is going to put her at odds with Ressler both professionally and personally. The fact of the matter is (and this might be a rogue opinion) that in the long run, I don’t see this causing issues for them romantically. The thing about Ressler is that he’s already crossed that line for Liz in the past - when pitted against his job and Liz, the choices he makes always boil down to one thing: whether or not the decision he makes keeps Liz safe. Because Ressler is always acting with Liz’s safety in mind, This might prove to be a problem for Liz, who is used to those who love her (Tom, Reddington) dropping everything on a dime to help her in any situation no matter the cost to her personal safety. This is partially why Ressler was at a crossroads in the last episode: he knew that the path Liz was going down was dangerous, and he was unwilling to help her if it affected her safety in a negative way, or if it contributed to her continued progression down a darkened path, which Ressler does not view to be her destiny, like Reddington does. In keeping with this characterization of Ressler (which, Lord knows if the show will actually do that; they are pretty consistent when it comes to him but still not great) I could see them continuing to work together, even if its not to the result that Liz wants. 

I think that Ressler brings out the best of Liz’s humanity (this is why I always use day/sun imagery when writing Ressler, and night/moon imagery when writing Liz) and that eventually Liz is going to be faced with deciding between embracing Reddington’s idea of her ‘destiny’ or embracing what she wanted her life to be like in the pilot. Obviously, going to war with Reddington posits one end of that spectrum, with exploring her relationship with Ressler being on the other side. 

(Real quick sidebar: I don’t like to describe female characters in relation to male characters; I’m not trying to say that Liz has to decide between the two men, I’m just saying that they symbolically represent the decision she’s going to have to make. If I were less tired I would go on a poststructural feminist rant that would make my dear sweet Judith Butler proud, but, alas, I’m exhausted)

I think that there’s three key things that SHOULD (key word being should, seeing as the writers are who the writers are) be factors in keenler’s progression this season. 

1.) Liz is alone on the run this time. This means that she’s most likely going to turn to Ressler for support, seeing as her sister is gone for the moment being, Tom is dead, her mother is dead, Reddington is pretty much dead to her, and the only person left in her life who she really trusts is Ressler. Now, there could be an interesting plot twist here. (this has been marinating in the back of my mind for the last couple of seasons.) Remember in like season 6 (I want to say??) when Liz let that one blacklister go and was starting to collect names for her own blacklist... let’s just say I wouldn’t be shocked if that plot line was unceremoniously picked up again sometime this season. That might be the only real shot she has at having allies besides Ressler or people who want to see Reddington dead. Ask me more on this later, once I watch the next episode in January haha.

2.) The issue of the taskforce and Reddington. As we can all see, Reddington has no qualms using Ressler as a pawn in his scheme to get to Liz, and I can envision Ressler acting in the role of messenger between the two warring sides during the rest of this season, which would allow for Liz and Ressler to continue to explore their developing relationship within this paradigm. I could also see =, however, Reddington using Ressler to gain an audience with Liz, and or threatening Ressler in order to get Liz to comply. 

In this category there is also the issue of the taskforce itself. As we all know, Cooper was pissed that Ressler had been running off without his knowledge to see Liz, and I can assure you that this is going to cause some problems between the rest of the taskforce and Ressler. (Aram may be a sleeper cell, because it’s Aram, but other than that I can see this getting to be extremely painful for Ressler, Cooper, and Park). I can see Cooper either sidelining Ressler, monitoring his phone, or pairing him off with Park so that she can keep an eye on him, or a combination of all three. I think that this dynamic is where we’re going to see the biggest obstacle to their relationship. 

3.) Finally, the trust issues. I can’t say I’m shocked that the blacklist has never confronted the fact that Ressler is blatantly in love with a woman who continuously lies to him (I love both of them to death, I mean this from a good place) and who has never really shown any signs of remorse about it. Now, while its a good thing that Liz opened up to Ressler later last season, it’s still problematic that she won’t share her cards with him when she knows he won’t be happy about what she’s doing. I personally would love to see Ressler confront her about this (I hope to god he does), but again, this will probably get swept under the rug. I have a lot of problems with this, which is why when I write them, I always try to address the imbalance of power between them and try to put them on a more equal playing field. I would be curious to see how the writers do this (if they decide to). 

I’m sorry that this has turned into a novella-length response, but also I’m not because I have had a lot of this stuff simmering in my brain for the last couple of years. I must also apologize for the random rants in the middle of this - that would be due to my raging ADHD and exhaustion. In conclusion, I would say that I can see keenler happening, however, it is not going to be all sunshine and rainbows, but, rather, a game which may involve using Ressler as bait. 

I hope that answers your question :))