#reddington

[thermywho]

The Blacklist s01e01 Pilot

[allmyandroids]

I see no difference >:3

[htchnr]

꩜ breathtaking 𑣲 R. REDDINGTON.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, Red comes to you for help, being pleasantly stunned by your change in appearance. he can't seem to stop smiling or looking. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, fluff ⭑ one(1) suggestive comment at the end ⭑ Raymond being a simp™️ ⭑ not beta'd yet. ꜜwc,, 1,1k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

you grumble as the doorbell rings, setting down your lunch things as you make your way to the front door. you pause a second before opening, glancing through the peephole first. your eyes widen at the people at your doorstep, quickly unlocking each heavy lock and swinging the door open. "Raymond?" you breathe in surprise.

Reddington blinks in equal surprise as he takes a few seconds before he smiles up at you, that cheek-warming, all-honest smile of his. "my dear," he steps up the first step, taking a hold of your hand as he presses a kiss to the back of it. "may we come in?"

you roll your eyes with a smile, pulling your hand from Red's. "come on, get on in." you gesture the small group to follow. you spot Liz along with Dembe and Luli. Red's quick to point and quietly demand the group to take their shoes and coats off. Dembe already knows, as you've known him as long as you've known Raymond.

Reddington follows you into the kitchen, watching idly as you resume making your lunch. "you've changed your hair," he leans against the broad doorway, arms crossed. "it looks.. simply breathtaking." he breathes.

you look up, pausing your movements. your lips stretch into a sheepish smile under the heavy weight of his eyes. you swallow, eyes returning to your task at hand. "thank you," you feel your cheeks heat up a little, you can still feel his eyes on you. "it was time for a change, something interesting and new." you shrug in response.

Red smiles, nodding along. "it was absolutely the right decision. you really do look even more radiant since last i saw you." your heart clenches at the kind words, spoken in his usual elegant and well articulated tone.

you glance at the group standing in your living room, gesturing with the butterknife in your hand at the seating. "make yourselves at home, take a seat." you finish cutting your well put together sandwich, setting the plate aside. "does anyone want anything to drink?"

Reddington moves from his position in the doorway, calloused hands stopping yours from opening the cabinets. "please sit, let me get that." he smiles.

"we've intruded, so let me take care of that while you eat your lunch, while it's still fresh." he offers, gently guiding you to the living room. you sit down in your arm chair, and Red hands you your plate along with the squeeze of your shoulder.

you huff out a chuckle, picking up a slice of your sandwich. "well," you nod at the group in front of you. "i'm guessing this isn't merely a social visit," you take a bite, chew, then swallow it down. "who wants to start the show and tell?"

✦◟ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎...

it's not more than two hours later when the small group finally readies themselves to leave. Reddington insisted on doing the dishes, but you denied him with a smile. the other three are in the hall putting their coats and shoes back on.

you dry the last mug off, setting it back in the cupboard. "i can feel you staring, you know." you huff a laugh, briefly glancing at Red.

who only smiles, leaning against the doorway again. "i can't help it when you look this breathtaking." you can hear the smile in his voice, his low and rumbly tone sweet and almost a little distracted.

you turn, leaning your back against the counter as you meet his eyes. "back to work now, i assume?" your voice is low, your breath even. it's quiet for a second, before Reddington pushes off the doorway and steps closer.

he threads a gentle hand through your hair, combing through the changed strands as his eyes follow the movements. "i hadn't meant for so much time to pass, truly." he mutters, keeping the conversation for just the two of you.

you shake your head, watching him idly. "i know how life can get." you return.

he shakes his head, his eyes meeting yours again. "i know that you know, but i also need you to know that i am sorry." he tucks a strand behind your ears, eyes smoothly darting to the hair, then back to yours.

his eyes flit across your face, such a weighted look in them you can only describe as unwavering affection. it's suffocating, almost. in a way that it makes the air heavy and your breath hitch.

his hand rests on your cheek, his calloused thumb stroking your cheekbone as he simply observes you. you breathe in deeply, leaning into the touch. he doesn't miss the motion, you can see it in his eyes.

you slowly pull his hand away, holding his larger hand with both of yours. your thumb strokes the back of one of his hands. "don't you have places to be?"

Reddington chuckles, leaning in a little as he presses a tender kiss to your cheek. "i won't be long, i promise." he covers your upper hand with his free hand.

you sigh, closing your eyes as you rest your forehead against his. your noses gently bump against each other. "take your time, don't rush. you know where to find me."

he nods, his lips brushing against yours. you tilt your head, closing the minuscule distance as you slot your lips together. you sigh into the kiss, a tender and head-spinning kiss that always lasts shorter than you want it to.

he pulls away, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then one to the back of your hand. "i'll see you soon, if you'll still have me?" he mutters, meeting your eyes again. he's got a genuine look in them, as if he's actually wondering aloud if you still want him around.

you smile, huffing a chuckle. you gently push at his broad chest. "of course i will." you nod to the hall, "now get back to work, don't keep them waiting too long."

Red smiles, kissing the back of your hand one last time before stepping back a little. you follow him to the hall, the other three having already stepped outside with the door on a crack.

you watch as he slips on his shoes and pulls on his coat. you pick up his fedora, brushing it off before setting it atop his head. he adjusts it a little, before giving you another wide smile. "take care, my dear."

you return an equally wide smile, leaning to press a kiss to his cheek. "be safe and come back to me in one piece, Raymond."

he grins, tucking a loose strand behind your ear as he looks over you one more time. he shakes his head, as if in disbelief, then chuckles. a soft, easy sound. "the hair truly was an incredible decision, you look beyond magnificent."

your cheeks are hot to the touch now, warm and glowing at his inability to stop complimenting you. "come on," you swallow, smiling softly. "if you don't stop looking at me like that i might either cry or jump your bones. you've got work to do, no?" you nod behind him, to the door.

Reddington laughs, giving your hand one last squeeze. "i'll see you soon, my dear." he speaks low, slowly stepping backwards to the door.

you nod, offering him small wave. "stay safe, Raymond."

he nods, tipping his hat. "you know i'll always find my way back to you." he grins, before stepping through the door and carefully closing it.

「 ꜜauthors note,, this literally randomly came to me in a dream cause i dyed my hair a day or two ago and have been binging The Blacklist again 🫠. ꜜtaglist,, @moonoverumami @drp3ppy . 」

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[galbalmuhet]

❤️

[mendesisnerdy]

about the blacklist (since i never rlly blogged about james spader in the series bc im in s3) i honestly think lizzington feels very strange

look, i like the dynamic, but with the details we had abt him meeting her as a kid even if she dosen't remember and him having this relationship with her stepfather and talking abt sum "i'll provide for her" ahh before killing him i just think it isn't giving what it should be

and yeah, the series give off signs of romance between them, but in my head red is like a really close uncle to lizzie that gives off father figure more than anything, though i hope the millenials don't get mad at me bc i don't immediately love the "wise old man and young thriving woman who's too kind and unbroken" trope and the agegap that comes with this ship, i do get the idea though

but they're so silly just look :3

[101error-not-found]

Going To Red for comfort

‘This can’t be happening’

You repeated this to yourself yet again, as if saying it enough times would somehow make it true. The world had taken your birth parents from you and now it was trying to take your found parents too. Another car crash. Not just with one parent this time, no. With both of them.

‘This isn’t happening.’

They were in surgery and the drunk driver that hit them got off with a broken arm and a concussion. You had to see him walking around, talking to the people he loved while your parents laid touch-and-go on hospital beds. You were sure in a few hours you’d be angry as all hell, but after sobbing and screaming and sobbing all over again, all you felt was empty.

Distantly, you heard your phone ringing. It was muffled, like you had lost it under a mountain of pillows, and when you looked at it in your hand you felt a deep certainty that it was not your hand, not your body at all. You stared at for longer than usual, knowing that the word on it was real and familiar, and yet unable to recognize it or who it meant was calling. Only when the call disconnected then started ringing again did you finally register that someone was trying to call you. Reddington was trying to call you.

‘Right. Right, of course, he’ll know what’s happened by now.’

“Hello?”

“(Y/n), darling, I was worried you were ignoring me.” His voice had the same nonchalance it normally did, and yet it was marginally softer than usual. You knew it was on your behalf that he didn’t go immediately into questioning you. Somehow, he knew you would need this sense of normalcy from him, a constant in a world ever-changing.

“I could never ignore you, red.”

You paused for a moment, debating your next question.

“Where are you right now?”

The control you maintained on your voice a moment ago slipped and it became a small, scared thing begging for comfort.

“Already on my way, my dear. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You felt a wave of relief flood through you. Five minutes. You just had to make it five more minutes. Red was not a miracle worker, but you knew if anyone could help you, it would be him. He would do whatever he could to ensure your parents had the best treatment possible, and you didn’t even have to ask.

“Will you take me somewhere quiet please?”

“You should be with your parents.”

“Please, Red. I can’t be in this damn hospital any longer.”

You heard him sigh, and knew you had won. He wasn’t particularly fond of hospitals, but you downright hated them.

“Two more minutes, darling, then somewhere quiet. Dembe and I will be waiting for you outside.”

You didn’t bother staying on the phone, choosing instead to grab all your things and hurry towards the exit, desperate to leave this stupid white hellhole as quickly as possible. Dembe was waiting for you when you reached the doors, ready to take your bags and put them in the back. You didn’t even have the energy to hand them to him, just stood limply while he grabbed them from you and mumbled out a thank you. You felt like a zombie again as you trudged toward the car, then flung yourself into the seat. You slumped against Reddington, face burrowed into his shoulder.

“Is this real?” He shifted beneath you and draped an arm over your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on your back.

“Unfortunately so.”

You choked back a sob and tightened your grip on his suit.

“The place we’re going… can it be dark too? I like things better in the dark.”

He let out a soft hum of affirmation and something in you realized he was already planning on it. Perhaps if both of you were different people you’d be creeped out by this, but you had long since gotten used to his surveillance. He liked to tell you one could never be too careful.

“Red? One more thing?”

He hummed again to let you know he was listening.

“The man that hit them… I want him to hurt.”

He let out a soft chuckle and draped something over your back.

“That can be arranged.”

[jamesyspader]

Loving him endlessly tbh

😍

[jensen-frackles]

shipping Reddington and Lizzie in 2024, call them Rizzington