Day 5: “Come On Closer”. Raymond Reddington/Donald Ressler.

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Day 3, "Hands All Over"

Red had to give emergency medical aid to Ressler in Anslo Garrick which involved a lot of touching. But these two find excuses for physical touch throughout their relationship. Whether it's slapping on handcuffs, a pat on the shoulder, gentle care or a full-body hug, our #Resslington pair just seem to get more touchy as the years roll by.

I had to!

(Not my gifs. Credit to the original gif artist/s.)

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TBLRSW Day 3: "Hands All Over"

Red/Cooper

Something to brighten up your day ;)

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” or “I’ll Take Care of You”

Whump moments with your favs. If that’s not your jam, alternatively, you may show us the moments they care about each other.

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Mondays are such a... Well, you know.

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Hope your Monday is better than Don's :)

TBLRSW Day 4: "The Things You Do Aren't Good For My Health" or "I'll Take Care Of You"

Red/Cooper

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Raymond Reddington + Ilya Koslov

Day 4: “The Things You Do Aren’t Good For My Health” or “I’ll Take Care of You” - Whump moments with your favs. If that’s not you jam, alternatively, you may show us the moments they care about each other.

Kate would have loved taking care of Masha and Kat, and she would have done a fantastic job too. As fate had it, she ended up looking after Liz and Red instead. Who may or may not be the man in the top picture.

Day One: When I first saw [You] Reddington

A/N Jumping in on day one for the “TBL Rare ships week”, despite the fact that I’m already two days late XD I’ll have to get cracking to catch up!  _____ I wanted to punch him! Nothing has ever brought me to that level of sheer ferocity than the day I met Raymond Reddington.

After breaking into the building, my team and I had carefully picked our way down the dark passages. The tunnels had been hot and humid in the Vietnamese Jungles. We’d met with some trouble on our way through, and my team and I got separated in what I could only describe as a damned labyrinth.

By sheer luck I’d burst into his room. Decorated in soft cream panels, tasteful silk sheets on the four poster bed, and a deep red carpet. I was baffled that such a room could exist in the grimy tunnels I’d just left. But I’d quickly recovered and aimed my gun, the thrill of having him in my sights almost making my hands tremble. To this day I regret not firing immediately. 

“FBI!”

He spared me a lazy glance over his $1000 sunglasses, a bubbling glass of champagne still in hand and a look of utter bemusement on his face. Curious yet half-way uninterested at the same time. Like a peculiar bug which had stumbled onto his plate, but not into the caviar just yet.

“Get on the ground!” I’d yelled, gun aimed at his head. My team had gotten pinned down somewhere, chances that they would even get here in time would be a miracle in of itself. Dembe, dour and serious, had pulled out his own gun, pinned in turn on me, but a casual wave of Reddington’s hand had most likely prevented him from blowing my head off.

“Ah,” Raymond had said, taking a long sip of champagne, “Another dog sent to chase me, let’s hope this one can keep up.”

I would, I always would, but catching him would prove impossible. I hadn’t known that yet.

The flash of anger had me almost baring my teeth. “Get your ass on the ground, Reddington!”

As a response he’d chuckled, and I could see it for what it was. A dismissive action meant to make me feel small and worthless next to him and his posse. “Agent Donald Ressler, is it?” he’d asked, clear disdain in his voice. Like plucking the words up with tweezers to prevent himself from touching them.

I wasn’t surprised he knew me. But I didn’t like the look in his eyes.

“You have a lot to learn.” And the world exploded.

Many years has passed since that first day. Part of me still hates everything that he is, from that hated suit and hat, to that quiet composure and his utter disregard for my experience and achievements – like a sour cocktail I have to drink every fucking morning. We work for him now. As lackey’s and hunting dogs, as pathetic and disposable as they sound. But a dog gets some affection from his master. He gets treats and pats and recognition for the work and loyalty he offers.

I get nothing but disdain, eyerolls, cutdowns, insults and sneers.

I hate that it’s so, but mostly I hate that I care. Hate that every time he does acknowledge my achievements and good deeds, I preen like a good dog, I wag my tail and I want to reach up to his face and do something completely different than punch.

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