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Merry Christmas @elizabethkween!  I’m your Secret Santa.  Here is a collage of Liz throughout the seasons. Hope you and your family have as good of a holiday season as possible and stay safe.  

[theblacklistsecretsanta]

The 2020 Blacklist Secret Santa is here!

Welcome to this years Christmas fun in The Blacklist fandom!  Our annual event where we give and receive a Blackist themed gift.

Participants from all corners of the fandom are invited to join in the festivities! LIzzingtons, Keenlers, Sarams, Keen2, Red fans, Aram fans, etc…you’re all welcome to come on in and get creative.  

On the submission form you’ll be able to let us know what you would like and also what you would not like to receive (Lizzington, K2, Keenler, Saram, Lizvabi, non-ship, etc) so that we can pair you up with the right person to create your gift.

The rules are very simple!  We each give a gift and each receive a gift - so if you sign up, you must make a gift. You won’t just receive one from the Blacklist fairies!. All gifts must be The Blacklist related and they can be in the form of a gif set, fanvid, fan fiction, graphic, or any other Blacklist related creation you come up with that can be posted to Tumblr.

The all important dates are:

Submissions are now open!  Click here for the submission form!.

Deadline for submitting your intention to participate - Saturday December 5th.

Date we give you your recipient’s name (but keep it a secret!) - on or before Monday December 7th.

Date(s) you must give your gifts to your recipient - Wednesday December 23rd and Thursday December 24th.

If you have any questions you can submit an ask or contact the admins, @aussieokie or @nancyjocom, directly.

[aussieokie]

Hi @mickeymckeown, I’m your Secret Santa for this year!

I wrote a short Red and Ressler fic for you, with some Ressler whump, of course!

Read it on FFN here

Read it on AO3 here

I hope you enjoy it, and Merry Christmas!

[drmels]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Blacklist (US TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Raymond Reddington/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Raymond Reddington, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon Summary:

there'll be happiness after you / but there was happiness because of you / both of these things can be true / there is happiness

Raymond Reddington falls in love.

Raymond Reddington falls out of love.

hi @vajdafire i’m your secret santa! i hope you enjoy this quick little fic and have a happy holiday! 

[blacklister214]

Blacklist Secret Santa Gift

@takadasaiko​ Here’s your Secret Santa Gift! Enjoy!

Consequences

Strange how easy it was to take as commonplace things that once would have been considered unattainable luxuries. The girl who would one day become Scottie Hargrave would have never dared to dream of the high-rise the woman would call home. Not the closet of couture, not the priceless art adorning the wall, and not even the Egyptian cotton sheets that currently wrapped around her body like a decadent cocoon. Even ten years ago, long after she’d accepted such possessions as her due, the deep slumber she’d been experiencing would have been an indulgence completely beyond her reach. A decade later she’d come to expect a peaceful night’s rest. That was why, when she jolted awake, she knew instantly something had to be wrong.

Instinctively her hand flew to her nightstand for her gun. It wasn’t there. Of course. Scottie had locked it away in preparation for her granddaughter’s extended visit. Her gaze swept the room for the presence she sensed there. Sure enough, sitting in a chair ten feet away was a still figure assessing her with icy consideration. Scottie's heart leapt in her chest as her mind flew back decades in time. Katarina. It couldn’t be.

The woman leaned forward and the moonlight from the window partly illuminated her face. Scottie released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Not Katarina. Masha, or rather Elizabeth, as she preferred to be called. Of course. That made far more sense than a ghost. Strange to have mistaken one for the other. Despite their relationship, mother and daughter looked very little alike. It was only now and then that something in Elizabeth’s posture or expression brought a flash of bittersweet recognition. 

“Elizabeth? What’s wrong?” It had been weeks since she’d last seen her daughter-in-law, since Elizabeth had elected to go to war with Raymond Reddington over the murder of her mother. Pain shot through Scottie as she remembered that phone call. Elizabeth had explained what had happened. Katarina Rostova had miraculously returned from the dead, only to be murdered by the concierge of crime. 

Scottie had been so shocked, she didn’t know how she’d managed to absorb the rest of the details. Why hadn’t Katarina reached out? Scottie would have helped. Katarina had to have known that. Elizabeth hadn’t realized the impact of the information she was imparting. She’d merely been explaining why she needed Scottie to care for Agnes for an extended period of time.     

“So many things.” Eyes finally adjusting to the dark room Scottie suddenly focused on the gun Elizabeth was casually resting on her thigh. Adrenaline flooded the older woman’s system.

“Elizabeth, why do you have that gun?” Elizabeth tilted her head to the side in an uncanny imitation of Raymond Reddington. 

“Family is a funny concept isn’t it? I share blood with Agnes. Agnes shares blood with you. Suddenly I’m willing to turn my child over to a woman who shot up a church on my wedding day. Who tried to have me kidnapped. Who had my husband tortured.” Scottie could hear the quiet rage unlaying every word. Sins that had been forgiven, if not forgotten now blistered in her ears. Still, Elizabeth couldn’t claim superiority on every front. People in glass houses, as the saying went, shouldn’t throw stones.

“I’m not the only person in this room to have done that, if I recall. Tom forgave both of us-” 

Elizabeth raised her weapon so that it was now pointing directly between Scottie’s eyes. If she squeezed the trigger, that was it. At this range there was no way Katarina’s daughter would miss.

“Don’t you say his name!” There was so much anger and grief Scottie felt, for a moment, a twinge of shame. It was a novel experience to say the least. Still, she wasn’t such a hypocrite that she would apologize. If she’d had the choice, she knew she’d do it all over again.   

“You know.” When Elizabeth had first awoken from her coma, Scottie had feared discovery. She imagined Elizabeth might refuse to accept that her husband was gone. That she might have gone digging and uncovered the truth. Elizabeth hadn’t, probably because Harold Cooper had been a witness to “Tom’s” corpse. Reddington, she might have disbelieved, but not the assistant director of the FBI. That the truth should surface now, after so much time had passed was surprising. 

“I found Dr. Selma Orchard.” That explained it. The war with Raymond had pushed Elizabeth to dig more fiercely that she had before. Of course she’d reach out to Orchard. Scottie kicked herself for not having anticipated it. 

“I see.” She’d hidden the good doctor well, but Elizabeth was an FBI agent with all the resources that entailed. Scottie could easily image Orchard slightly relaxing her guard after years had passed. It wouldn’t have taken much.

“How?” Scottie had expected this question. What she’d achieved under the noses of the FBI AND Raymond Reddington was quite remarkable. If it hadn’t caused her so much pain, she might even be proud of herself.

“Tom called me before he got home. My people arrived just after Reddington. They followed you to the hospital. Tom flat-lined on the table, but they were able to resuscitate. Once he stabilized, I got him out. A few bribes. Doctored surveillance footage. The body Cooper saw was a German arms dealer surgically altered to look like Tom down to every last scar and faded tattoo.” She’d gotten the idea from the Independence, USA mission Tom himself had been a part of. Without that body there was no way Reddington would have believed Tom was really dead.

Elizabeth shook her head angrily, not in the mood apparently to be impressed. Scottie couldn’t exactly blame her.

“Not ‘how did you pull it off?’. I don’t CARE how you pulled it off. I meant ‘How could you do this?’ To me. To Agnes! You stole MY HUSBAND! You stole HER FATHER!” Now Scottie felt herself becoming angry. She “stole” him?! As if Scottie didn’t have as much, if not more of a claim on Tom. As if it were Scottie’s fault that Tom had nearly died. As if it was for Scottie that Tom had put himself in mortal jeopardy.

“I SAVED your husband. I SAVED Agnes’ father. I SAVED MY SON!” Scottie took a deep breath. She didn’t blame Elizabeth. Not really. Not for being angry. Not for Tom’s nearly fatal wounds. She hadn’t chosen to be born into the web of danger and deceit any more than Tom had. “This wasn’t some maniacal plan I hatched to cause you pain. Tom was in a coma. You were in a coma. I didn’t know when or if either of you would wake up. When I faked his death, I was only thinking of protecting him from the people who came after him and from Reddington.

It was only after I’d had him that I realized the truth. Tom would never be safe with you, even without knowing Reddington’s secret. There is nowhere the two of you could run that he wouldn’t find you. The same with Agnes. Reddington would NEVER let either of you go.” As a mother, she had had no choice. She wouldn’t let her boy die. Not again. Not when she could save him.

“And so you decided to take him away from both of us.” Scottie sighed. Elizabeth still didn’t understand. She hadn’t been the only one who’d lost him.

“Tom Keen would never leave his wife and child not for any reason. But Jacob Phelps was a survivor. He could be reasoned with.” With Orchard’s help she had rolled her son back to an earlier version. Someone who could be trusted to act in his own self interest, rather than that of his family.

“What did you tell him?”

“The truth. I told him he’d had a violent falling out with Bill McCready a few years ago. That he’d recently started working for me. That Raymond Reddington wanted him dead and very nearly got his wish. That he had the funds to start over anywhere in the world he chose.” The memories were there, carefully edited by Orchard’s skill, and any gaps easily explained by the trauma he’d suffered.

“You didn’t tell him you’re his mother?” Scottie swallowed, recalling having to make that decision. There had been a time, a too brief time, when she’d seen a look in her son’s eyes. Love for her, for his mother. Quite the contrast to the wary expression the last time she’d seen them.

“No. I couldn’t risk it. He may have wanted to stay in contact. So you see, I didn’t do anything to you I didn’t do to myself.” If Scottie had expected sympathy, she was destined for disappointment. The look Elizabeth gave her now was pure contempt.

“Yes, you did. You let me think he was dead. You let me think Tom was dead because of me.” Scottie swallowed the retort about how that had very nearly been the case. That wouldn’t help the situation.

“Agnes was kidnapped when she was a baby. You went months without knowing if she was alive or dead. You have had a taste of what it feels like to lose your child. I had already buried my son once. I could not endure it again.” There it was, as much of an apology as she was capable of making. A plea, mother to mother, for Elizabeth understanding, if not forgiveness. She studied the FBI agent’s face and thought she detected, just for a moment, a softening of expression. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

“Where is he?” Scottie shook her head.

“I don’t know.” Elizabeth raised the gun in silent threat. “You can shoot me, but it won’t change my answer. I didn’t want to live with the temptation.” Would Elizabeth shoot her? Scottie was still Tom’s mother. Agnes was still down the hall. Elizabeth’s thoughts seemed to follow a similar path as she glanced to the door. Her lips tightened as she stood. A decision had been made.

“I’m going to find him.” Scottie briefly closed her eyes. Why had her son married such a stubborn woman? 

“He’s not the same man you knew.” It was a desperate bid, but it was also the truth. Elizabeth had only ever known a man who loved her. Who’d wanted her enough to risk death to be with her. 

“And I’m not the same woman. It doesn’t matter. He still deserves the truth. He deserves to be able to make his own choices. Something neither you, nor Reddington can seem to grasp.” The comparison stung especially in light of recent events.

“Then I hope you can live with the consequences.” She gazed after Elizabeth, eyes following her through the door and lingering there long after. There was no point in laying back down. Sleep would not come for her again tonight. Instead her mind raced with all the things she had done, and all the things she had yet to do to save her son. 

“I hope we both can.” 

[takadasaiko]

Home For Christmas (a Keen2 one shot for the Blacklist Secret Santa)

Good morning and Merry Christmas, @blacklister214! I’m your secret santa this year! I hope you’re having a fantastic Christmas and that you enjoy  :D

FFN II AO3

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Home for Christmas

Her day had been set. It would start with kissing her daughter goodbye and sending her to a playdate as Liz used one of her rare days off to turn the apartment into a Christmas wonderland. She had plans. Lights and tinsel and stockings, elves sitting on a new surface every morning and dozens of meticulously wrapped Christmas presents under a tree that reached to the ceiling that made Agnes squirm in anticipation to open them. Just like Liz had as a little girl. She couldn’t remember Christmas with her mother - there was a good chance that they didn’t celebrate it in any way that was at all traditional - and she only had a fractured memory of picking out a tree with her father one year, but Sam had bent over backwards to make it special, and this year, after everything, Liz wanted Agnes to remember this as one of her favourites.  She had been digging through Christmas ornaments to find one of the few that had lasted through all the years and all the chaos, her fingers latching onto the little gingerbread man that Tom had pieced together along with his third graders a couple of  lifetimes ago, when her phone had rung.

The senator’s life is in danger.

Six words had brought her Christmas plans to a crashing halt. She should have been wrapping presents, not listening to Reddington dance around the fact that didn’t actually care about Senator Calloway himself, it was the team hired to kidnap him that he was after. After a heated conversation he had admitted that they had taken some people of his overseas and he needed them back. Two birds, one stone, Liz’s Christmas plans be damned.

But it wasn’t like they could just turn down the case with the New York senator’s life on the line.

At least he had had time to get his decorations up. Liz let out a low whistle as she looked up at the beautifully decorated home with its holly covered gates and snow lined driveway, and she tried to push down at the agitation. In and out. All they had to do was get Calloway to a safe location. If Red wanted the kidnappers, he’d have to get them himself. That wasn’t and couldn’t be their goal. This needed to be quick.

“She won’t even remember it, Keen,” Ressler offered as they worked their way up the icy driveway.

“That’s the point, I want her to remember it, and not because something insane happened.” After everything they had been through, they all deserved a good Christmas.

She watched Ressler open his mouth, but it snapped shut again as Park approached. “We have a problem.”

“What’s that?”

“Calloway doesn’t want us here.”

Ressler frowned. “And he couldn’t say that before we flew out here?”

“It doesn’t really matter,” Liz huffed. “He’s in danger, if he wants to admit it or not.”

“Apparently he hired his own people,” Park explained. “Private firm. Some kind of connection with the owners of the company or something.”

That sounded suspiciously familiar. Liz signalled for them to wait a moment as she pulled her cell out and hit the fist number on her speed dial. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. She thought it was going to roll to voicemail before a familiar - albeit distracted - voice answered. “Hey, babe. Still working. I’m going to have to call you back.”

“You wouldn’t happen to be working a special job as a favour a senator called into Scottie, would you?” Liz asked, ignoring Ressler’s raised eyebrow to the side.

Tom paused on the other end of the line and she could practically hear him assessing the situation. “Get a tip from the usual source?”

“He’s in danger, Tom. Let us help him.”

“You and I both know it’s not that simple if he’s involved.”

“No, but let me handle the man in the hat. You’ve been hired to protect Calloway and we can help with that. It’s our job to help with that.”

She heard him pull in a breath on the other end of the line and loose it in a sigh. “Liz, it’s not my --”  A sound cut him off and she heard Tom shout at someone. There was a moment, another shout, and she found her knuckles going white as she gripped the phone. “You have your team with you?” he demanded and it took her half a beat to register that he was talking to her.

“Ressler and Park.”

“Meet us at the garage around the east side of the house.”

The call ended and her gaze swept the seemingly quiet grounds. “They’re already here.”

Neither Ressler or Park argued the statement and the three of them drew their guns as they circled around to the eastern side of the house. It looked more like a small hanger with the drive winding up the side of the house and around the back to what must have been another exit. Well, at least she hoped it was another exit. If these guys were half as good as Reddington had indicated they needed more than one way out or they’d get cut off. They certainly didn’t want to get into a firefight and pinned down.

“Hey, is that one of your husband’s people?” Park asked, motioning to a prone figure on the ground.

Liz frowned and shook her head. “Doesn’t look like Halcyon equipment.” Which meant that someone had already taken a  shot. Great.

“Cooper’s sending backup,” Ressler said quietly as they approached and Liz saw the cell phone in his hand. Ahead of them, Tom was circled up with the Grey Matters field team around Senator Calloway. Matias Solomon offered a cheeky wave as they approached and Liz struggled not to pop off at him.

Calloway turned as they approached. “I told you that I didn’t want the FBI to --”

Tom squared his shoulders. “I can personally guarantee whatever you’re trying to hide, Senator, they’ve seen worse and they won’t care.” His dark gaze flickered out to the grounds. “We need an exit. Three cars should be enough to keep them guessing.”

“And you want one of us to get behind the wheel with him?” Ressler growled, nodding towards Solomon who blew him a kiss in response.

“You haven’t done anything to piss me off this week and - still no clue why - Nez actually gets along with him, so let’s avoid unnecessary complications.” He tossed a set of keys to Park as Nez disappeared behind the vehicles. “That leaves you with us, Senator.”

The older man looked between Liz and Tom. “I’d rather --”

“Non-negotiable.”

There was a moment where it looked like Calloway might argue. They didn’t have time for this. If the infiltrating kidnappers didn’t know that one of their own had been taken out by Halcyon, they would soon, and the last thing they needed was a shootout.

“We’re set,” Nez called, tossing three license plates to the ground and Solomon was already in the driver’s seat of one of the three identical SUVs.

Tom took hold of Calloway by the jacket collar and dragged him towards the one on the far right that was angled at the exit. Liz started after him, movement catching her attention just past them. Well, there went all hope of getting out cleanly. “Down!” she shouted and Tom dropped instantly, pulling the senator with him as bullets whizzed past. She returned fire and took their attacker down before launching forward and into the passenger’s seat of the waiting vehicle as Tom circled around to the driver’s seat.

Tires squealed as she righted herself, the door slamming closed behind her and she reached for the window. It didn’t roll down and she spotted Tom’s left hand going back to the wheel as he took a hard left out of the back gate. “Did you lock the window?” she demanded.

“You have a history of leaning halfway out them to take your shot. Hey,” he snapped, his dark blue gaze flickering to the rearview mirror. “Stay down.”

Calloway quirked an eyebrow in the back seat. “Me or her?”  

“You,” both Keens answered at once and if the look on the senator’s face was anything to go by, he realized that there would be no turning them against each other.

“Take it you’ve worked together before?” he grumbled.

Tom’s lips stretched into a lopsided smile and she resisted the urge to slug him in the arm. Part of her wanted to remind him to focus, but it was quickly losing to the part of her that felt the rush of excitement at being able to work together. When he’d decided to take on a full time role at Halcyon they’d had to set some ground rules to keep their professional lives from destroying their personal one. Those ground rules had worked well so far and, for the most part, kept their teams on separate cases. It had been ages since they’d had a chance to work together, but now - even as they flew down the road with a less-than-cooperative senator in the back and a team of professional kidnappers on their bumper - there was a thrill to it. They were both excellent at their jobs, they both enjoyed their jobs. Maybe they should rethink those ground rules from time to time.

Her phone buzzed and Liz glanced down to see a text from Ressler laying out the route that their backup was driving. “Tom, take a right up here.”

“You mean follow the streets to the most likely roadblock the feds would set up?”

“That’s our backup.”

“You trust me?”

“I do, but --”

“Then hold on.” He spun the wheel hard in the opposite direction and Liz could have sworn it tipped a little to the side before righting itself on all four wheels and Tom hit the gas down the narrow alley.

“Hey, we didn’t lose them,” Calloway said from the back and Liz glanced around to see the car that had been chasing them slammed into reverse to follow. There was more distance between them now, but they could make that up.

Tom turned again and then immediately again into a dead end. Liz bit her tongue, reminding herself that she trusted him as he killed the engine. She pulled in a breath, her question riding out on it as she released it. “They’ll be back.”

“Nah. Nez and Solomon are waiting on the main street. They’ll spot them and think they’re still chasing us. They’ll lead them right to the roadblock.”

“Ressler wouldn’t have sent them the location.”

Her husband shot her an amused look. “It’s cute you think he has to.”

Right. She was starting to remember one of the many reasons they had decided to avoid working together. “You’re just going to give us the kidnapping ring?”

“I don’t have any use for them. Either you do or you’ll toss them in a hole. If I remember the ground rules right, I’m not supposed to ask which.” She wondered if it had been that obvious what she was thinking as her lips curled up at the corners and he offered her a wink before turning back to Calloway. “Scottie’d like a word with you if you’re up for it.”

“I imagine she would,” the senator said darkly.

“Any chance you’ll tell me what that means?”

Tom snorted a laugh. “I don’t ask, you don’t ask.”

“I’m really starting to reconsider those rules.”

“You won’t when we’re both drowning in paperwork all evening. Weren’t you supposed to be off today?”

“Don’t remind me,” Liz sighed, slouching down in her seat and, as Tom restarted to SUV, they could hear the sound of sirens in the distance.

----

He had not been wrong about the paperwork. After arriving at Halcyon’s New York City HQ and delivering the senator there, Liz had been shuffled onto a private jet and flown back to DC where she’d been met by more paperwork than she thought she’d seen in her whole career. When she talked to him on the phone, it sounded like Tom wasn’t faring much better, but he did offer to call to make sure Shelly’s mom knew Agnes would be staying a little later than they’d planned for the day.

The sun had set by the time Cooper all but kicked her out, telling her that the paperwork would likely be shredded anyway if Halcyon had their way. He’d call her if he needed clarity on any of it and Liz had called Tom on her way home. The call rolled over the voicemail and she felt her spirits drop as she pulled into the parking garage under the building and thought about the scattered decorations that were still lying all around the apartment. It would have been better if she hadn’t even gotten started on the decorations, but now not only did she not have a Christmas wonderland for her kid, she had to tuck everything away into hiding places so that she could try again.

She trudged up four flights of stairs and fished her keys out of her purse. The lock didn’t turn and she resisted the urge to immediately go for her gun, letting her hand hover as she pushed the door open.

The first thing she saw was a string of lights down the hallway. They lined the hall, circling around the doorframes and dipping down between them. She followed them in, eyes wide and smile tugging slowly into place as she entered the living room to see everything she’d wanted to set up. The tree was up and decorated, presents wrapped and tucked away under it, and the empty boxes the decorations had been in were stacked neatly in the corner. “Tom?” she called out, finding her husband at the turntable in the corner. He flipped the record over and repositioned the needle so that Bing Crosby’s I’ll be Home for Christmas filled the apartment. “I thought you were swamped too.”

He turned, a sheepish grin plastered on his face. “Okay, I know we have a no lying rule, but does it count if it was so I could surprise you and knew you’d get the truth anyway?”

A laugh escaped her and she met him where he was, her arms wrapping around his middle and she laced her fingers together to hold him there. “I want to say no, but that could be a slippery slope right there.”

“I know how much you were looking forward to getting all of this ready for Agnes and when I saw you there today…”

“I didn’t think you even remembered.”

“I’m not that tunnel visioned,” he argued.

Liz snorted a laugh, tipped up on her toes, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “This is perfect.”

“Good. I mean, it may not be an all-the-lights-go-out-and-we-decorate-in-the-dark kind of Christmas, but I wanted to make sure you had the Christmas you wanted for Agnes.”

“And you.”

He inched closer, those dark blue eyes of his holding her gaze in a way that could still make her stomach flutter. “As long as I have the two of you, that’s all I need.”

“Speaking of….”

“Apparently ice skating went a little longer than planned, but she should be back by dinner time.”

“Did you already start?”

“Cooking. Not yet, did you want --?”

Liz loosed her grip on him just long enough to reposition one hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet her in a kiss. She held him there, feeling his own hands move to her hips before he shifted just enough to pull her feet off the floor and she wrapped her legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. Finally they had to break, both a little short of breath, and she found the man she loved staring up at her. “We can always order in,” he managed.

“Like you read my mind.” She leaned down again, the kiss soft and sweet. “I love you.”

He let her slide down to stand, his gaze locked with hers. “You too. Merry Christmas.”

The day hadn’t turned out exactly how she’d expected it, but somehow, after everything, it had been better. They deserved that. Between the close calls and the unbelievable pain that they had shared over the years, they deserved a little peace with their family. As Liz slipped her hand into his and pulled him close, everything else washed away.

[agxntkeen]

                   honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago     idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on it's sword             innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should  k n o w                            I slithered here  f r o m  e d e n  just to hide outside your door

for @james-baeder​  --- I’m your secret santa this year! merry christmas! x

[apicturewithasmile]

A very Happy ~Lizzington~ Christmas to @agxntkeen! 

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if that little family got the cosy Christmas celebration that they deserve? Just the three of them. Okay, maybe Dembe shows up dressed as Santa to bring gifts for Agnes. Red prepares a delicious dinner while Liz and Agnes play with the toys that “Santa” brought and after the little one is cuddled up in bed, Liz and Red dance and snog all night - no mistletoe needed.

It’s been the utmost pleasure being your friend this year. Thank you for being so sweet, kind, funny and always helpful when I need some additional brain capacity for gif-making reasons. May 2020 bring us plenty more beautiful Lizzington moments to swoon over together.