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Fandom: The Blacklist
Pairing: Elizabeth Keen/Donald Ressler


This is an extended version of the birthday dinner scene aka the stuff fanfics are made of.


They mesh the paper cups together but Ressler stops before taking a sip and salutes her. “Happy birthday, Liz.” His face is open and honest, the smile on it genuine and she finds herself smiling back and nodding before raising the cup to her lips.

As soon as the wine hits her tongue, she knows she has made a terrible mistake – it is sour and more vinegar than wine, and she watches Ressler bemusedly as he finds that out but forces his face to remain neutral.

“How do you like the wine?”

He coughs a moment and takes another sip. “It is definitely special.”

She laughs at his attempts to try and make this better and decides against making him drink any more of it. “It’s terrible, isn’t it?”

He smiles back and puts the cup down, the relief on his face evident. “It might be the most vile thing I have ever had, Liz. What is it?”

He picks the bottle up and inspects it, finding the label on which she knows is written Sam & Liz, 1992 in a child’s handwriting. His eyes soften and she knows that she doesn’t really need to explain anything more but finds herself wanting to.

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See, when you meet someone
for the first time,
you don’t really imagine that they would
turn out to be someone important to you.
You don’t really assume that
when you first learn someone’s name
that after awhile you would begin to really
get to know them inside and out,
or how you begin to pick up their habits,
and start talking like them,
or finishing the food off their plates
you don’t really see these things
happening, when you first meet someone.
Without really expecting it, this someone
who was only just a stranger to you before,
can all of a sudden mean so much more,
can become someone so special,
and someone you can’t see yourself
living without.
—  Keen Malasarte, "I never thought you would have such an effect"
This is the thing about fanfiction

I could write a first kiss scenario between the same two characters a thousand times and not get bored.

Sometimes I get overwhelmingly distracted by a new version.

Okay, I always get distracted by a new version.

I am currently distracted by a new version.

I’m a sucker for a first kiss, and everything that leads up to it.

It’s like some kind of curse. I must have broken a mirror, or stepped on some crack, or killed and eaten an entire village in a past life, because I can’t seem to make it stop.

Mostly I don’t mind. But there it is: the first kiss scenario. Over and over and over.

Why is that so appealing? I can’t really explain it. There it is.

La Colombe 

"Why do you always disappear?" he asked, on a morning I planned not running into anyone, with tired eyes and a weary heart I answered much to his surprise. "Because every now and then I tend to lose myself. I disappear in order to find her." Though it was true, a part of me held back wanting to say I just needed someone to notice. That losing myself came in all sorts of consequences, and I just wanted someone else to come searching for that part of me I lost, too. And so he smiled, and asked if I wanted to eat my croissant. 

6

The Blacklist AU | Liz and Ressler leave the FBI to work for Red in order to catch Berlin and Tom.

His jacket is long gone, lost in the floor of some russian mobster’s club. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, the first three buttons of his now bloody shirt are missing, gun hidden in the back of his trousers. He has a nasty cut on his left eyebrow, a swollen cheek and probably a broken lip, but he’s still alive.

When Ressler opens the door of the suite the first thing he sees is Dembe and Red playing chess.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Oh, Donald," says Red cheerfully without taking his eyes off the game. "What took you so long?"

"You left me with a bunch of Bratva guys, just after you took half of their money, because you said you need to take care of an important matter. What the hell is so important about chess!?"

"Take a breath, agent Ressler." Donald clench his teeth. He’s not an agent, not anymore, Red has to stop calling him that. "We had a lead, but it’s far gone by now. We were waiting for you."

"You have a lead?"

"I was speaking with Max," says Liz coming from the next room with a tablet in hand. "They saw Berlin a few days ago in… What the hell happened to you?" she asks him as soon as she raises her eyes from the tablet and focus her glance on Ressler.

~ Extract from Gone rogue

enalgunlugar asked:

Random prompt: Ressler and Liz making out and Red catches them... ;)

His palms are not sweating and the back of his neck doesn’t feel like burning with embarrassment. No, of course no, why would they?

It’s not like someone just caught him making out with Liz on the couch.

(That someone being Red.)

It’s silly because he’s a thirty-something FBI agent, he shouldn’t be embarrassed like a teenager but he can’t help it.

Red is looking at them from the door, one eyebrow raised, the fedora on his left hand and a look of "Seriously? This is what you do when I leave you two alone for five seconds?" on his face.

(It really feels like he’s back in highschool and has been caught by his girlfriend’s father.)

Liz, who is still on top of him, her hair tickling his face and her checks with a light hint of pink (which makes him feel better because it’s obvious he’s not the only one embarrassed by this whole situation), looks at Red annoyed.

(Ressler doesn’t want to think about how he must look right now. His tie is long gone, maybe lost behind one of the cushions on the couch, half of the buttons on his shirt are undone, as well as his belt, and he’s pretty sure he has hickey and teeth mark on his neck. The fact that Red just caught him like that is mortifying because he’s sure he’s never going to hear the end of it.)

"Do you mind?" Liz says, pointing at the door.

"As a matter of fact, I do,” Red answers, walking into the room and leaving the fedora on a table.

Liz rolls her eyes, but doesn’t move an inch from where she’s sitting on top of Ressler. Not that Donald wants her to move anyway, so no complains from him.

"You know I don’t have money problems, Lizzie," Red says, getting closer to them and moving his arms while speaking. "But it makes me incredibly mad that you are making me pay for a four bedrooms suite when it’s obvious we only need three.”

A Breakdown of the Daddygate Myth

Okay, so, my anxiety about “daddygate” stems mostly from not knowing if the writers decide to ignore how they’ve been writing the scenes between Elizabeth and Red or how the actors have been playing it. “Oh,” one might say with a fond smile, “You ship this so much it might as well be an armada going to war. Your bias is showing.”

Well, yes. But more to the point, as I feel this clarifies, I would be so bored if the father/daughter thing happened. 

With that, I give you my “seriously it’s not like I’m watching Glee anymore I can put some faith in the writers that they won’t just say fuck it and make choices that don’t make a lot of sense given the established canon” possibly worryingly in-depth list on why the I can’t even see Elizabeth calling Red “daddy” in bed much less biologically. 

It won’t be very coherent brace yourself.

Yes, they have the right idea.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please do a fic where Liz and ressler have a baby and ressler is annoyed because red keeps referring to the baby as his grandchild?

As always this is probably not what you were expecting, so I’m sorry anon :)


His heart is beating a hundred of times per second.

"Pick up. Come on, pick up," he says while nervously tapping on the steering wheel with his fingers.

Here’s the thing. Liz is at the other side of the country with Samar working on a case, so it’s Ressler’s turn to pick up Peggy from the daycare. As it usually happens while working on a case, Ressler was a little bit late so he called to inform them.

What they told him almost froze the blood in his veins.

"Oh, don’t worry. Her grandpa already came for her."

What the fuck? Her grandpa?

His daughter doesn’t have a grandpa!

It takes him almost two minutes of panicking and screaming over the phone, threatening to suit that fucking place for handing over his daughter to a complete stranger, before he realizes what is going on.

He is going to kill him.

"Yes," Dembe finally says at the other end of the phone.

"Where the hell is he!?”

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