TBLRSW Day 5: "Come On Closer"

Day 3. “Hands All Over”, Resslington. Partially whump, but everyone’s seen the show, eh?

Day three: Hands All Over

A/N: Ever since seeing a guitar in Ressler’s apartment I have always been convinced that Donald is a blues-guitarist. I’ve never been able to see him differently. Enjoy!

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Red keeps a recording of Donald’s guitar playing in his desk.

It’s a silly keepsake, one he has been tempted to trash a few times over. But he can never quite bring himself to do so. How he came about such a keepsake is not exactly a thrilling story, but he does remember it clearly.

Once a long time ago, Red came into the habit of bugging the home of the FBI Agent who was currently assigned to catching him. It was a guilty pleasure. That delicious satisfaction when he could drop events, names and dates of their lives like hand grenades to shake their foundations.

They always took a moment to recover. Sputtering and stuttering to get themselves going again, by which point Red was long gone. He missed those days.

But then Ressler came along. The same routine was followed, a bug slipped into his home where he wouldn’t see it. Activated only when there was activity, or movement nearby and everything was recorded. And Red had picked up excellent facts, good little titbits, to spit out when Donald was in front of him.

But it never shook or rattled him like the others. Donald, sturdy like marble, simply took it on the nose, as if he’d half-way expected Red to know these things.

Needless to say, it sucked the fun right out of it.

He wanted to cut off the bug. Leave it dead and quiet in Donald’s apartment, what’s the point if Red couldn’t have any fun? When next the bug crackled to life over the speak and the recording clicked alive, he had stood to turn it off. No point in listening to the boring life of an Agent when he had better things to do.

“I’m not very good…” you’re at least a decent pain in the ass, Donald.

“Just play already!” He paused, his hand hovering over the volume.

“Alright, alright!” a long breath of silence, then the raspy voice of a guitar started playing over the speaker. At first it was tender, almost timid, as if he was apologizing for playing. But the notes were sweet, a blues tone with a warm resonance. There was no singing, just the soft ship-cha, rhythm carrying through the song. He could so easily imagine Donald’s hands, so quick to punch, shoot or kill, tenderly gripping the neck of his guitar. His other picking the strings with a tenderness he would never see in person. He was surprised to find he wanted to.

The song grew in strength and voice, and when it finally trickled to a stop, Red found himself sitting next to the speaker completely enraptured.

“That was amazing!” Audrey squealed.

“Thanks, it –“ Red cut off the volume, and immediately stopped the recording. He removed the tiny cassette, still more reliable than USB sticks in his opinion, and shoved it in his pocket. Later, when Dembe came home he would ask him to remove the speaker, they had no more use for it.

Years later he still has the cassette, tucked away in the corner of whatever desk he currently owns. He doesn’t listen to it often, but every now and then he slips it into the cassette player, sits back and listens to the raspy notes a blues song. Perfectly imagining Donald’s hands around the neck of his guitar.

Something to brighten up your day ;)

Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Henry Prescott/Donald Ressler.

I’ve already said too much about these two.

Good morning, fellas!

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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).

@theblacklistrareshipsweek, Day 4: “I’ll Take Care of You”.

“What happened, Ressler? You can tell me. The second chance is the least you deserve.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

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Day 6: “Whisper My Name”. Raymond Reddington/Berlin

SAY MY NAME

Day 1. When I first saw you. Pressler/Rescott

Nothing new, lads)) I think, it’s all about James Carpinello and his foxy eyes x)) He literally looks at Ressler like “Who is this handsome man?” And I was like “aaaawwwwww THIS IS TENSION” xD

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 6: Nectar Like Lips”// “Whisper My Name”

Did they kiss? They are about to kiss? They are on first-name basis? Their interactions give you tingles?

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WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).

Day 3 - “Hands All Over”.