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Day 5: “Come on Closer”. Reddington/Berlin.

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

SAY MY NAME

Day two: Damn your eyes

There has always been something about his eyes that fascinated Red. Donald’s job, his moral compass and his blind loyalty to his ‘FBI’ has always bored him to tears. But his are eyes an entirely different matter.

They are like the coolest pools of green, a sonnet can easily be written of their depths, their sheer intensity, their honesty. His face might be resilient to showing emotions, but they have no such qualms. Burning like fire, freezing like ice, softening like heated butter. They show what he’s thinking – without his consent.

And more often than not, when turned to Red they are hardened like steel, ready to be forged in the fire to be burned into a flaming weapon.

It never fails to make him smile.

Donald is not without passion, not without merits. Red often wonders what it would be like to turn that passion to something of real value. To send Donald into deserts and jungles to liberate those who cannot liberate themselves. He knows he would be marvellous at it. Donald was born to protect and defend; he would take to it like a Knight to his sword.

But it’s not to be. Donald has been sealed into the core of his FBI, he’s been crafted and moulded into something unbreakable. Even if Red could convince Donald that he can help people, the man would never turn his back on his team.

It angers Red, only serving to make him jaded and bitter towards Donald when the thought comes up. Donald takes it, let’s the punches land like bombs against his shields, keeping his face impassive and his words measured.

But his eyes burn, with fire, with anger and brimstone. And Red remembers why he endures all his failings.

He just can’t get enough of them.

Day 1: “When I First Saw You”

Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”

Day 3: “Hands All Over”

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

Day 5: “Come on Closer”

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

Day 7: “Crazy in Love”

Bonus day: Free Theme

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Day 8 Bonus Day/Free Theme

Raymond Reddington + Ilya Koslov

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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

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Hope your Monday is better than Don's :)

Day 5: Come on Closer

Red braced himself against the car door, his cuffed hands gripping the leather seat in front of him as the driver took a violent turn around the corner – tires squealing over the tar.

This was not exactly how he had planned his Saturday morning. But somethings just could not be helped. Particularly your own kidnapping. 

They all righted again with a jerk. The driver clapped off a few choice insults in Arabic, his voice high with growing panic.

“You should listen to your friend,” Red drolled, “The FBI are quite adamant to have me in their possession, and this won’t end well for either of you.”

The passenger turned in his seat, whipping out his pistol to point straight at him, “Shut up!” he snapped and sat back.

Red shrugged, “Only trying to be helpful.”

Another violent jerk tossed him to the right side this time. He once again grabbed the seat, the ensuing momentum making his insides churn. Damn, he hated car chases. When he righted, they were next to the ocean, still keeping a blistering pace.

The driver’s voice climbed higher up on the panic threshold, and Red peered around the seat. He smiled.

Charging down towards them was a black FBI SUV, and by his guess, it was most likely Donald.

“He’ll swerve!” snapped the passenger.

“He won’t,” said Red, already grabbing the seat belt to click into place. “I can guarantee you that.”

Another few panicked words were exchanged, should they slow down, or keep going? The gunman glanced at Red then at the driver, his face was soaked in sweat his eyes shining bright with fear and terror, but also thick with anger. “Don’t swerve. They don’t want to hurt him!”

“You’re going to play chicken with a man who doesn’t understand the meaning of self-preservation?” he chuckled, then sat back, relaxing his entire body, “I wish you all the luck in the world.”

Another few panicked words, rising higher and higher, until the driver’s nerve faltered and swerved at the last second. 

The impact ripped through his bones, making the car rip and jolt over the tar. Shattered glass shot by him, and for a moment everything spun, he closed his eyes against the nausea, he felt the car tilt, heard the terrified screams of his kidnappers and they came to shaky stand still. The world silent after the screams.

Dazed and out of it, Red shook his head, trying to sit as still as possible. He jumped at the sound of gunfire, two shots, and then his door was ripped open.

Donald, a little bloodied and clearly shaken by the crash was standing next to him. Red offered him a light smile and in an instant, all the tension just seeped out of his body. “Hey,” said Donald, reaching out to the cuffs, “You okay?”

Red held up his hands, “Dazed, but in one piece,” the cuffs clinked open and he rubbed his wrists, “You’re very late Donald.”

He smiled, revealing bloodied teeth. “Yeah?” glancing around he made sure no one was near – his two kidnappers already dead –  before leaning in close to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “I’ll make it up later.”

The ensuing warmth made him smile like a fool, “I look forward to it.”

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A/N: Agent Ressler has a death wish. That is all.

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Day 2, "Damn Your Eyes"

Even Tom can't resist those ever-changeable hazel Ressler peepers! "Damn, what have I gotten myself into now?" 🤣 #Tessler!

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