A/N I couldn’t think up something for Crazy Love, so I just jumped ahead to the free theme and went with ‘worth’ XD I’m not getting full marks! But I hope you all enjoy! ______ Today is a bad day. He feels drained and sick, he should go home, but all he can think about is asking Red if it would be alright to hold him for a while.
He barely understands how it happened.
How Red, criminal, murderer and possible mad-man, snared Donald into his jagged-claw-hands, plucking him over the edge of sanity to stumble straight into that consuming darkness and by extension, into his bed.
It’s not entirely surprising on his part. He’s always had a strange attraction for the man – something he’d tried to hide under veils of snark and sarcasm. But to have Red act on it so… passionately, so intensely has always surprised him.
He still works for the FBI, chasing criminals down like a rabid dog, breaking them down in the confines of the interrogation room, or slamming the doors shut on their cages. But at night, when pale moonlight guides his way, he glides unsteadily into Red’s new luxury apartment, cabin or hotel room, and straight into his arms. They are always frantic. Hands grabbing and gripping on clothes and skin, mouths desperate and wild. Sometimes he believes if he lets go for even a breath, it will suddenly slip away and he’ll never be able to catch it again.
But he has reason to feel like this. Because he knows it can – and it will. Red has no reason to keep him around, no reason to truly care.
Donald is the definition of a convenient fuck.
He sometimes feels like a stray cat Red has decided to give food to when he knocks on the door. There is no reason for Red to keep giving him anything beyond basic affection. Yet he finds himself hungering for it, to the point that his stomach aches at the thought that one-day he will knock and Red will be gone.
So, he treads carefully, hoping to keep the inevitable at bay for as long as possible. He just has to stick to the rules.
He is only allowed to visit during certain hours of the day (8-12 pm at night) – certain days in the week (Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday). He is never allowed to touch Red on his back, and he is never allowed to stay the night. That last one stings, leaving him gaping and bleeding when he prods at the wound too long. Donald likes to hold people. Enjoys the feel of their skin against his, their breath over his face, their warmth seeping into his own. But once they are finished, Red stands, kisses him on the cheek and gives him the privacy to get dressed and leave.
He wishes he was worth more than that.
Today is a bad day. Three agents dead and all because he made the wrong call. Cooper has told him to go home, Liz gave up hours ago trying to coax him out for a drink and all Donald can think about is to visit Red, and hold him until this feeling of absolute agony leaves him.
He’s not supposed to. It’s Friday, Red is busy, he can go tomorrow.
But his feet decide for him, his hands in cahoots with his legs. They guide the car without much consent to the street he longs to be. And before he knows it, he is standing outside Red’s door, hand hovering over the dark wood.
You can’t risk angering him, he knows this, knows it in his bones. Their ‘relationship’ is made up solely of convenience and contract, if he breaks it Red can shut him out. He will stop giving the cat its food. And Donald will starve.
His hand lowers. How the hell has he gotten into the mess? When had he become so desperate for the kindness of a criminal?
When you fell in love with him.
The realization is not surprising or rightfully new, but the clarity of it sends a spring of tears into his eyes, making his breath shudder. Idiot. You’re a fucking idiot.
He turns and storms down to his car. Jumping in he drives back home at some speed. He got himself into this, he’ll get himself out. It won’t be hard, he’s done it before, and he’s seen himself through tougher times than this.
At home he rips open the door only to slam it, drops the keys in the bowl, rips off his jacket and pulls out the phone Red gave him at the start of this thing. He won’t be needing it anymore –
“Ah! Donald!”
He freezes, in the kitchen on his way to the trash. Red is standing in the living room, jacket removed, smiling with a glass of brandy in hand. Donald has no words; speech having fled into ether. Red takes a languid sip and walks closer, “I heard what happened today,” taking a final sip he places the glass on the counter and reaches up, “I thought you might want some company?” to touch his shoulders, to touch his face, and finally to kiss him softly.
Donald feels the air rush out of him in a pained gasp, and before he can think, he’s buried into Red’s shoulder, biting back loud sobs. He half-way expects Red to push him away, to hold him for a moment and then pick up his brandy again, but he doesn’t. He holds on, whispering soothing words into his ear, which seem to pierce straight into his soul.
Donald holds on, breathes him in, and lets the agony his worries seep out of him - at least for today.
Day 2: “Damn your eyes” (And those muscles!).
Red + muscle dude from Costa Rica.
@theblacklistrareshipsweek
Day 8, Bonus Day
Ugh. Look at these two: Thomas Vincent Keen and Special Agent Donald Ressler. They're like two magnificent, sexy beasts, seemingly always at odds. Forever enemies, never friends. Constantly in heat.
Sometimes circumstances create unexpected alliances. The notorious blacklister Karakurt had to be delivered safely to testify in court. Along the way, he had to be kept from the clutches of another blacklister, Matias Solomon. Holed up in Harold Cooper's woodland cabin, the tiger and the lion were forced to team up when Mr. Solomon brought a heavily armed posse down on them. Just when it appeared they had failed, and Tom was throwing his usual witty insults at Donald, Cooper got the jump on Solomon and the good guys were once more in control -- after Tom talked Donald down from executing Solomon right there on the spot.
Thus, it appears even two men who, on the surface hate the mere sight of the other, can sometimes work together. Hell, sometimes they might even like each other for a minute. #Tessler
(Gifs are not mine. All credit to the original gif artist/s.)
#donald ressler #tom keen #tessler truce #the blacklist rare ships week #TBLRSW
 DAY 1: “When I first saw you...”
The GIF above is when I fell in love with Red and Anne’s friendship. The promotion picture for 8.13 is when I fell in love with their romance. The third picture, a screenshot of the promo for 8.13, is what solidified my love for Red/Anne.
Red honestly deserves more happiness, especially after all the work he’s done and all the work he’s doing. I still remember how in 1.09, Red described his wish to have a woman in his arms again. Anne could possibly be that woman! As you can see, I am so so STOKED for 8.13! So stoked!
Red/Anne is literally the best and most genuine ship! They actually formed a connection, and to be honest, I think Anne is a much better fit for Red than any other woman he’s been with. She seems to understand him though she doesn’t even know his criminal past and present, but I can tell she’ll be accepting of him once he reveals who he is (at least, I hope so). The scene where Red stood her up was so sad, especially when Anne started to cry. That scene, in particular, made me feel super heartbroken. Lastly, the fact that the next episode will be Red/Anne-centric is so exciting!
Day 3: “Hands All Over”
They hold hands? Their fingers brush for an instant? Or they are hungry for touch?
What about both? I love all the ways they love each other. The gentle touches and the support, the desperate way they hold on when they’ve missed each other. There’s so much in ever movement, in every touch.
Day 3. “Hands all over”. Resslington.
Does anyone have a hand kink? Because I do.
Good morning, fellas!
It’s Day 1, “When I First Saw You”. Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|
Something to set your creative mood for the day by our glorious host, @yddraigwyllt
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Ressler/his badge
It was a glorious sunny day, and Donald Ressler would have noticed that if he wasn’t so anxious.
He could swear that enormous goosebumps crawled up and down his spine, curling over his legs, but he forced himself to stand still.
“Donald John Ressler, step forward.”
His legs were a bit itchy when he obeyed the order. At first, he thought he couldn’t take a single step, but then he took a second step, third… The FBI’s Director Newman didn’t seem impressed at all—he just held out his hand and gave Ressler a small brown box. Ressler froze, looking at the box like a child at Christmas, and then opened it.
“DEPARTMENT OF INVESTIGATION.”
“SPECIAL AGENT DONALD RESSLER”
“Congratulations, son,” Newman murmured. “Now move on, I’m busy”.
“Oh… Oh, yes, I’m sorry,” Ressler took a step back. His legs were still trembling, but he looked at his new badge with awe, charmed by the bronze flare of its shape. Donald brushed his fingertips over it, as gentle as he could, and the realization struck him.
Special Agent Donald Ressler.
His heart did a jolt.
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WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).
The Blacklist Rare Ships Appreciation Week
Day 3: “Hands All Over” - They hold hands? Their fingers brush for an instant? Or they are hungry for touch?
Ressler’s hand-cuffs. They hold hands. Literally. And deserve a mention.
The Blacklist Rare Ships Appreciation Week
Day 1: “When I First Saw You”
With the endless tragedies the characters of the Blacklist are continuously asked to cope with, I thought I’d give them an oasis of undisturbed love and happiness. See them bask in each other’s gaze in this drama-free comedy series.
Q: What is it? A: It’s TBL Rare Ships Appreciation Week. Q: When it’s happening? A: The week will be held from 4th till 11th of April. 11th is the Bonus day. Total 8 (eight) days of celebrating your ship! Q: All ships are allowed, right? A: Rare ships are allowed. Meaning that two major ships of this fandom—keenler and lizzington—which already have their months and appreciation weeks, aren’t. We want the people who ship something else than mainstream ships be heard and seen. Q: What if I can’t participate, but I want to join? A: You can like/reblog edits! That also counts. Q: Is there any limit for number of posts per day? A: From our experience, if you’re doped enough, you can do 13 posts per day. Your eyes and back won’t thank you, though. Thus, the number of posts is up to you. You submit one—great. Submit 10? Great, too! Q: Can I take this event to other social media? A: Yes, you absolutely can! Q: Does my ship have to be canon for me to join? A: As long if it’s not a mainstream ship (Raymond Reddington x Liz Keen aka lizzington or Donald Ressler x Liz Keen aka keenler), you’re cool. We believe that canon isn’t the Holy Grail. You can bend it the way you want and ship anyone you want to. Q: I’m not into shipping people with people, but I want to join! :( A: No worries, we have a list of crackships where we ship our fav characters with things they can’t live without. Q: I don’t do graphics, but I write fics. Can I join? A: Your participation may include, but not limited to: manips, edits, fanarts, gifs, collages, fics, vids, screenshots, metas, poetry… Anything you wish. Q: I’m into kinky stuff. Not sure I can share it here… A: You can, and you should. Nothing to be ashamed of. Make sure you tag it #NSFW. Q: I can’t participate all 8 days :( A: You may participate at your own pace—one day, two, three, all 8, only support with likes or reblogs. No pressure.
If you have more questions, don’t hesitate to ask.
The Blacklist fandom event running April 4th-11th celebrating rare ships. Tracking #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW.
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