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

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Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 7: “Crazy In Love”

Tell us what they mean to you, and why you ship them. Use a song, quote, or  any scene you think sheds a light on the essence of their relationship.

Confused? Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|

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

*takes a speaker* Homeland must know its heroes!

Let's praise and salute our participants whose creative sparks have set the flames of passion and love in our hearts!

@annina-z @katarinas-redemption @resslerette1

@yddraigwyllt @therattale @kiss-my-freckle @moonstruckswans @takadasaiko @glowstar826 @cesar-hoe @etahoffmann @world-of-ryan @thesweetkeenlife

Thank you, and we wish you always to find the inspiration for what you do!

Also, thank you guys for spreading the love through likes, reblogs, and mere squealing! You're awesome!

We wish your ship a fair wind and a calm sea to sail! Ahoy, and see you around!

— your hosts and fellow captains, @skiesfallithurts and @yddraigwyllt

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Day 1: “When I First Saw You”

Just look at how Kate is entranced by Katarina. She made a powerful first impression on her. I suspect Katarina picked up on this and played that up. 

Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!

Day 1: “When I First Saw You”

The scene which made you fall in love with your ship/the first scene your favs meet each other.

Confused? Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|

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

* We'll be queuing everyone's posts to keep your dash busy ;)

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.

Day 6: “Whisper My Name”. Donald Ressler/Henry Prescott

I think the way Prescott saying Donnie’s name is SO sexy. And Donnie obviously pisses off every time x)) I have a kink and I put it in every fic I write about these two.

Special Agent Donald Ressler.

TBLRSW Day 5: "Come On Closer"

Red/Cooper

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.

red + muscle guys by the pool

Day 2