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I have a dream that I am hitting your dad with a baseball bat - HellPixx - Persona 5 [Archive of Our Own]

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Fancy’s Fics: Keenler Edition

ATTENTION!!! Please visit AO3 for the final edits.

Excerpt and Intro to my Keenler Fic journey

Cyranoid Redux in a Drabble and a Half

Always: A Keenler AU in 5 parts

Between Sleep and Awake

(-warning: post Liz’s death and major character death)

Under My Umbrella

An additional little excerpt from one of my WIPs:

Excerpt from Blacklister 001: The Marchmaker

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small announcement

I'm making a secondary blog for just my writing. I'm thinking at this point with everything that's already gone on with this blog, that my fics are working out. I hope that making a separate space will help with better access and more interaction at this point. Things have felt pretty dead with all of it, and I am hoping this will pick up traction and help boost my morale with putting out more stuff.

I will keep all previously posted fic here, though I will be reblogging it here, and will post all future stuff there, as well as all of my personal updates and anything more me than the stuff here.

[fancycaroline]

Febressuary ~ fanfic prompt ~ “Nice Jeans” / Ressler’s “Heart” Week

(NB: this super mini fic may not be for everyone, but all I’m going to say is that it is no worse than what the show has already subjected us to. Anyways, proceed with caution as you would, but don’t worry about anything worse than what you’ve already seen.)

Between Sleep and Awake

First, a deafening blow that struck with such force, he couldn’t tell where he had been hit. But looking down, he watched as a crimson blotch spread over his heart with the chaotic grace of a carnation in full bloom.

Vaguely, a succession of loud noises registered, muffled as if he was in a fish bowl. Voices became clearer as they approached, “Agent Zuma, Agent Ressler, I specifically told Harold not to let you or anyone in the Task Force follow me here..” A second voice said, “Rehmond, you cahn’t stay here. Weecha, get him out of here, NOW!”

Amidst the blur that permeated his vision, Red’s face came into focus, his eyes full of concern when they took in the bouquet blooming on his chest. His tone became softer, “Donald, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t relish the idea of being in your debt in perpetuity…”

Suddenly, what had seemed like water all around him drained away instantly and his surroundings came into crystalline focus. The quiet street they had been surveilling gave the misleading impression that it would lead straight to a bridge that towered majestically in the distance, but they were actually far below and away from any significant traffic. Everything had been perfectly still at 4am, when they had arrived, and now, following that brief but explosive skirmish, the street was perfectly still once again. The violent perpetrators lay dead, and Ressler could now clearly see Weecha and Dembe, standing together in quiet tolerance of each other, looking on as Red bent over him.

High above, a ribbon of speckled sky had managed not to get totally crowded out by the tall row houses and mature trees lining the narrow street. The stars sparkled with unusual brightness and one seemed to drift gracefully down toward where the bridge stood and disappeared behind it’s stone arches.

Red was speaking in hushed tones to Dembe and Weecha, when suddenly a silver light all but obscured the bridge and stretched it’s rays to exactly where Ressler lay on the pavement. A luminous figure approached. She stretched out her hand in invitation and Ressler joined her with a warm hug. When they pulled apart Liz smiled up at Ressler and smirked, looking him up and down, “Nice Jeans.”

Ressler chuckled, marking the approval in her eyes, and replied, “You know they’re my favourite, rips and all.”

Liz dropped her gaze, blushing a little and biting her lip, “I never had a chance to tell you, but… they’re my favourite too.”

Ressler’s eyes saddened a little and a couple of pearly tears formed, “I figured we could make up for all those lazy Saturdays we missed out on.” Then it was his turn to look her up and down, saying, “I guess you had the same idea.”

Liz smiled her widest, dimpled smile, which he had loved since the day he had met her, and said, “Where I came from it’s all lazy Saturdays. With no consequences.” She added, a hint of humour playing about her eyes.

They both laughed lightly, neither able to hold back the tears now as they pulled each other close again. Liz rested her palm on Ressler’s cheek and he cupped her head, stroking her hair and letting it run through his fingers. They were speechless for a little while, their intense feelings overwhelming their ability to form coherent thoughts. So they stood their gazing into each other’s face, each drinking in the sight of the other.

Finally, with raw emotion, Ressler managed to utter, “I missed you.” Liz, her face streaked silver with her tears, replied, “I didn’t want this for you. But now, I’m just glad you’re here.” And then their lips met as they melted into each other in a profound kiss, the deep well of their mutual love finally flowing freely between them. Even when the kiss ended, they resisted letting each other go, showering a myriad of tiny kisses, peppered liberally, over their faces, as they gradually grasped the utter joy of finally having this moment together.

By now Red, Weecha and Dembe were deliberating over how best to handle the injured Ressler and the cleanup, and when Red turned around, he bent down, over Ressler’s limp form, “Donald!” He cried in a hushed tone. “Donald!” Dembe approached Red, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “Rehmond, he’s gone.” Red bowed his head in grief.

Liz and Ressler had turned their heads at the sound of the alarm in Red’s voice, and now they looked on with pity. Liz, shaking off the somber scene, linked her arm with Ressler’s, and said cheerfully, tossing her head in the direction of the light, “Come on. I’ll show you around.”

Ressler’s mood easily rose to meet Liz’s and, without a second look back, he fell in step beside her, curling his arm affectionately around her neck and pulling her in for a loving kiss on the side of her head. Liz shifted her arm to wrap snuggly around him, and they walked together like that, arm in arm, disappearing into the light.

FIN

{Some other renderings of the original sketch, which incidentally, I first shared in this Tweet, where, if you are so inclined, you will see the original inspiration for the drawing. Of course when I saw the prompt “nice jeans”, my muse just went, oh yeah let’s do this. But it also works for Ressler’s “Heart” Week 😭 }

{Another little edit I made for my Tumblr cover page, so I guess I was already kind of formulating this story in my head weeks before I found an opportunity to write it. Actually, I think how the gif turned out made me think of Liz and Ressler being in heaven together. My headcanon is that Liz IS alone, bc Tom went to hell 🤷‍♀️ Anyways, as shitty as losing Liz was for our Keenler hearts, at least we got 9.07.}

~ Thanks for reading. I hope I didn’t ruin anyone’s day with this story. It’s an AU. I’m sure Ressler ain’t goin anywhere the show won’t go…

[fancycaroline]

Keenlerweek 2020

Day 7 - Free

NB- Apologies for the late submission. I was trying to work around other commitments at home and this writing bug is kind of a new thing and there was too much text so technical difficulties.... blah, blah, blah..

Anyways, A HUGE Thankyou! to @alyblacklist and @aussieokie for moderating Keenler Week 2020! You made this crazy year much better and I’m going to miss the daily Keenler content in my feed 😭

This is a fluffy Keenler Oneshot set in the near-ish future and inspired by Rihanna’s song by the same name:

Under my Umbrella

Ressler burst out the front doors of the posh hotel onto a chaulk-drawing cityscape, the first droplets of an impending downpour threatening.

Damn! Which way did she go? He whipped his head up and down the street, wrenching loose the bowtie of his tux. The stifling heat of the last couple of sweltering days had culminated into a riot of black clouds outlined eerily by DC’s city lights. Ressler spotted her going South on the bustling city street and bolted after her, commandeering an umbrella from a door attendant, who was left teetering after Ressler almost bowled him over in pursuit of Liz.

In the evening haze he could just make out her retreating form, a blur of billowy satin in her wake. Ressler swore under his breath and vowed to tear a strip off Reddington next time he saw him. Even the mild-mannered Dembe had levelled a stern look towards Red, punctuated by a shocked “Reh-mund!” that he’d uttered in his distinctive South Sudanese accent. Reddington’s response had been typically cavalier,  “What?!”, he’d drawled, “It’s plain as day to everyone that Elizabeth was played, and STILL, she chose to squander her affections, depleting them like bubbles in tepid bath water.” 

Liz had been stricken by Red’s harsh words and Ressler felt a knife twist in his gut at her pained expression. He was no fan of Tom, but Liz had loved him for better, (and, in his considered opinion, definitely for worse), and the manner in which the man had died, Ressler would not have wished on his worst enemy.

Ressler could feel the heat rising in his face as Liz struggled to keep her composure, but, within seconds, she had turned on her heel mumbling her excuses. Ressler, next to Liz, had quietly leaned in, saying,  “Liz...”, but with barely a flutter of her dewey lashes in his direction, she was absorbed into the crowd around them. Ressler flung a steely “Red!...” in the blasé master criminal’s direction and the last thing he had heard as he turned to catch up with Liz, was the beginnings of what was surely to be a stern talking-to by Cooper, a stuttering but accurate assessment of the situation by Aram and, from Park, came an irate, “What just happened?”

“Liz!”, Ressler called after her once he got clear of the throngs of people coming and going from the Cherry Blossom Festival Charity Ball where the now disbanded Task Force and pardoned Raymond Reddington were to be honoured for their outstanding service to the country. He was still in hot pursuit of Liz as she veered off the street towards a nearby park, peacefully lit by incandescent lamplights along its’ meandering paths, but by the time he reached the winding path, Liz was nowhere in sight, swallowed up by the maze of trees and shrubbery.

All thoughts of irritation vanished as concern took over. Liz was hardly dressed for the rain shower that hung heavy in the air. But more than anything, he needed to be with her. He wanted to hold her. He had always had her back, but now things were different.  Ever since the other day... Nothing had happened really. But everything had changed.

They had been in the field, working a difficult case of a small child who had been kidnapped and miraculously escaped, but now feared lost within an old abandoned and unstable mine. The kidnapper apprehended and in custody, Ressler and Liz now waited anxiously, listening over coms as crews tried to locate and rescue the child. Liz was especially distressed under a mask of calm and composure, but to Ressler she spoke in hushed tones of the distinct possibility that the child would be found dead and returned, broken, to her parents, and this image had discomposed her more and more with each passing moment. Ressler stayed close to her, murmuring words of comfort, knowing this was hitting close to home for Liz, the kidnapped child, equal to Agnes in age. Finally, the heightened crackle over coms indicating the excitement in the voice of the rescuer, news came that the child was found safe, and Liz, in her relief let shed the tears that had threatened and suddenly flung her arms around Ressler’s neck and held him tight, hiding a sob or two in his jacket. Ressler’s own relief was eclipsed by the sheer intensity of Liz’s emotions and her need to channel them into him and his arms wrapped around her tentatively, but suddenly Liz pulled away and looked into Ressler’s eyes. He had wanted to kiss her. Badly. And he thought maybe she wanted the same, but he could not presume to know her feelings and this certainly wasn’t the place to sort that out. They stood there, eyes locked, while the world blurred around them. Ressler could see only Liz’s face and, in it, blinding beauty that shut out everything else. In that moment, a flood of pent up emotions from the last 7 years broke the dam Ressler had built around his heart and the landscape of his world was forever altered. But none of this could be addressed at that moment as Ressler and Liz were jostled by the parents of the kidnapped child, who demanded through tears of joy and relief when they could see their daughter and take her home. Ressler and Liz returned to professional mode immediately, following protocols to bring the case to it’s conclusion and this process lasted for a couple of days, then came the upheaval amongst the former Task Force members about the ball and the necessary preparations. Ressler was torn between irritation and relief at all the obstacles he faced in talking to Liz about what had happened/not happened between them. His head kept telling him he was dreaming, his heart yearned for hers. Then came tonight.

(Go to Part II)

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jennifer the zombie: LOOOOOL

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flub flub: THIS POOR POTATO FACED MAN

jennifer the zombie: LIKE WOW MY POOR SON, I REALLY HURT YOU HUH

jennifer the zombie: “You know how you used to say that God made my heart extra big and that’s why I was so loving? I think he made my heart way too big… Because I think I have feelings for more than one person and I don’t know what to do…”

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jennifer the zombie: THIS WASN'T EVEN A BAD HUNTER

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