#domestic keenler

[alyblacklist]

Thanks for letting me stay.

#the blacklist #keenler #donald ressler #elizabeth keen #8.04 #my gifs #unicorn socks #love this morning after scene #domestic keenler #after 8 seasons

[resslerhatesmagicians]

all i ask before the end of this season is for one cute happy scene in which liz and ressler do something normal and not dangerous like go on a date at a beach or take a romantic walk in the park together without having to be on the run, just ONE SCENE </3

#yeah ik tbl isn’t a romance show but ITS WHAT THESE TWO DESERVE AFTER EVERYTHING #give me domestic keenler just once and i’ll shut up forever about it #idk is this asking for too much since we’ve already gotten so much of them so far this season #donald ressler #elizabeth keen #keenler #the blacklist

[piketrickfeet]

For the drabble asks: Keenler + 40? 👀 Poor Ressler rarely smiles.

Keenler - 40 “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” 

It’s late when Liz finally makes it home, unlocking the apartment door and shutting it quietly behind her.  Red’s plane had made a late night landing and Liz had gone straight from the airfield to home, ready to fall into bed.  

She stops and cracks open the door to Agnes’ room, smiling slightly at the young girl clutching a bear to her chest and hanging half off the bed.  Liz takes a moment to tuck her back in, pressing a kiss to her sleeping daughter’s forehead before quietly exiting the room.  

The rest of the apartment is dark as she makes her way to the bedroom, but she can see the signs of her partner in the rest of their home.  Ressler’s keys and badge are on the kitchen counter and one of his suit jackets is hung over the back of a dining chair and if she listens closely, she can hear his soft snore from their bedroom.

She feels guilty about how they’d left things the last time they’d spoken, a few hours before she hopped on a plane with Reddington to hunt down someone with ties to the Townsend Directive. They’d fought briefly, about the case and Red and how long she’d been away this time, but she hopes that he’s forgiven her by now.

Liz takes a detour into the bathroom, changing into a spare sleep shirt and giving her face a quick wash before heading into the bedroom.  It’s late and she’ll have to be up in the morning to give her report at the Post Office, but she can’t help but take a moment to watch her boyfriend sleep.  

His mouth is slightly open, pink lips parted to let quiet snores through and his freckled face is relaxed in sleep, far more than it is when he’s awake.  She smiles as she crawls into bed, trying not to jostle the mattress too much as she burrows under the covers.  

She knows she should let him sleep, that he will be up even earlier than her to make Agnes breakfast and get her ready for school, but she can’t help herself when he looks so handsome.  She presses herself as close as possible to his sleeping form and runs her index finger softly from his brow to the tip of his nose.  Ressler’s always been a light sleeper, so he immediately wakes, blinking sleepily in the moonlight.

“Hi,” she whispers, moving her hand from his face.  Her heart clenches as he just stares at her and she thinks for a moment that he’s still mad at her.  And then he smiles, a slow, sleepy grin that crawls across his face when he realizes it’s her and her heart warms in her chest.  

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” Liz jokes, still a little nervous that he’s still mad at her.  

“Just for you,” he whispers back before pressing a kiss to her lips.  “Welcome home.”

She finally relaxes against him, returning his kiss with one of her own and matching his smile.  “I’m sorry,” she says against his lips.  

“I love you,” Ressler returns, putting an end to their conversation with another kiss.  

#the blacklist #liz x ressler #keenler #fanfiction #mine #i'm TERRIBLE at ending things #here have some garbage #a little established relationship domestic trash #only slightly edited lol #theythinkimabitch #ask box shenanigans

[blacklist-exchange]

title: you are in love author: rories for: sarabeth1 rating: g pairing: elizabeth keen/donald ressler genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic warnings: none

three brief moments in the evolution of ressler's realization that's he's in love with liz in that can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, world series kind of way.

cause you can hear it in the silence / you can feel it on the way home / you can see it with the lights out / you are in love / true love

#the blacklist #keenler #hurt comfort #fluff #domestic #rories

[aussieokie]

Very curious..if you have to guess or bet on it, would you say Ressler and Liz will be officially together before the end of the show? Do you think we will get some episodes or a season of them as a couple, domestic kind of thing? Im really hoping for it but I dont know, doubt it will happen. Maybe end of S9 and then we get them together in S10 if there is one? what do you think?

You know, as much as I love Keenler, I also like the slow build of it. Slowest build EVER, over 8 years, but it's made it feel real. 'Organic', as JB loves to call it, and he's right. So I'm not ready to see them living together as a couple just yet. I like that their love still feels 'forbidden' (for want of a better word) right now and they get moments here and there (and those moments we got in 819 were beautiful!!).

In season 9 I expect more things said between them, more being together after hours, but still keeping things fairly quiet and professional where Red and their colleagues are concerned. But by series end, yes, I believe they will be a 'real' couple or married. I have a feeling season 10 will be the last, and at the end of that they will truly be together.

I mean, we need Liz to have her fantasy fulfilled, of walking in the park with her husband and their little girl between them at the very end of the show. Whether that is Agnes and Ressler her step father, or their own young child, I don't know. But Liz deserves that, and so does Ressler.

So I don't want them together too soon and their relationship being used as a plot device for drama and arguments, falling out, etc. So I would rather have fewer moments between them right now, and having those moments be wonderful, than full on living together and it becoming very domestic and 'over used' by the writers.

Thanks for the ask!

#Anon ask #The Blacklist #Keenler

[falle-ness]

funny:

all this time i thought the ressler-keenler fandom has ghosted me because I’m not shipping keenler or what-not

turns out, even when shipping the damn thing I was an outcast. my niche enemies to lovers even with Liz and Ress didn’t cater to marriage and domestic bliss the majority was worshipping. Resslington later has only made it worse, lol. Guess the folks couldn’t tolerate me anymore, ahaha

same for edits: just when i was beginning to gif things, i barely got up to 50 notes.

now i have the skill, and quite good one, same situation.

guess it’s not the skill or shipping problem then.

oops.

i just don’t fit in.

alrightie then.

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@katarinas-redemption i hope this shoutout works

#personal #fandom-condom

[dandannoodl3s]

So wow this is my first fanfic. I finally completed the Blacklist (hopped on the bandwagon a little late I know) but since we all have to wait a while before Season 8 comes out next year (hopefully!) I thought I would write a short Keenler fic right after that explosive season 7 partly animated finale. It picks up straight after Liz’s confrontation with Dom in the hospital where she tells him she had chosen Katarina in her quest for the truth and that she would hurt him and Red if they came in her way. I hope you like it and since this is my first, please go easy on me *inserts puppy dog eyes* Also I would like to mention and give full credits to @alyblacklist for your Ressler GIF. I love your blog!!

Liz bursts out of the makeshift hospital they were keeping Dom in. He was stable now, but her confrontation with him lying in a coma stirred something in her that terrified her. Did she really just threaten Dom? Her very own grandfather for a woman she’s known hardly a few months? For a woman who not just tried to kill her grandfather but also posed a threat to Agnes and herself with her very presence? And Reddington, was she really willing to step out of his hold and away from his shadow in her quest to get answers about her life, her past, who he was and why she was so important to him? He may be an imposter and his constant cat and mouse games, moves and countermoves and skirting of the truth frustrated Liz to a boiling degree, but he was in all things considered, the one person who had risked his life and everything to protect her more than a handful of times.

Red was the only one who understood and forgave the dark side that had emerged after Tom’s death. But then again who Tom was and why he died at the end of the day all led back to Red. Who is she without Red? But then again who is she with Red? Could she really trust Katarina? There’s so much she wanted to know yet she felt overwhelmed by the mess and complexity that her life had become. She knew she was playing a very dangerous game where someone was bound to get hurt. And whoever that would be didn’t matter because it would all come back to hurt her in the end; she was after all Masha Rastova, whose life in the last decade or so had been a constant rainfall of bad news.

Speaking of rainfall, it was getting dark. It had been cloudy all day and suddenly Liz felt droplets of water fall on her. She wanted to scream into the night. Now more than ever she needed someone. Someone to make her feel sane, normal and loved as opposed to being tugged, prodded and manipulated for a war that she was still trying to prepare herself for. Liz got into her car, tears already falling down her cheeks as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened in the last few days and hours. And then she remembered what Ressler had said to her before their hunt for the Kazanjian brothers, “You gotta decide between the two of them and whether the fact that she rescued him tip the scales any?”

Before she knew it Liz was driving to Ressler’s apartment. They’d become closer than ever in the last few months, especially now that Liz knew he trusted her enough to be able to tell her his darkest childhood secret, something that had haunted him all his life.

“And somewhere in that FEMA disaster of a life, is a tiny island of calm”

Liz remembered what she had said to him just a few days ago. Those words had shifted their partnership forever and had made their bond the most important thing in her life after Agnes. It was pouring by now. She parked outside his apartment and wondered whether she should go and just bear her soul to him. Tell him everything. She was soaking wet. Her eyes red from having cried all the way to his apartment after having overanalyzed the precarious situation she had put herself in by siding with Katarina. Another betrayal.

She took the stairs to calm herself down but by the time she was outside his apartment she was not only drenched but also struggling to catch her breath. She was tired and emotional and didn’t know anywhere else to go. It was always like this. Ressler was the only one she found herself wanting to go to.

She knocked on the door, well aware that it was almost 11pm. After what felt like minutes, the door opened Liz looked up to see him.

“Liz, geez are you okay? What happened?”

Why couldn’t she move ?

“Liz, come here, come in”

He took her arm gently and led the way in. While she stood in the middle of his hallway, he rushed across to the bathroom to bring her a towel, along with a warm sweater and a pair of his old joggers.

“Come on, dry yourself, I’ll make us some coffee and you can tell me what’s going on”

“Ress..I..I..did it”

Ressler’s forehead furrowed in confusion

“Did what Keen?”

“I picked a side like you told me to. And god knows why but I chose her.”

And then came the tears.

Ressler swiftly made his way across to her, a look of concern washed all over his face. He wrapped his arms around her. The way he had done so many times. But this time it was different. This time they were more in sync than ever, especially after she explained why she had helped cover up the crime he and his brother had committed when they were kids. He knew there and then he was ready to fight by her side no matter who she chose.

Liz was shivering. Ressler held her for as long as she needed, while she latched on to him for comfort. Soon she broke away but her eyes latched deep into Ressler’s warm, piercing blue eyes. They held their gaze for a long time. Too long for them to just be friends anymore. A deep, monumental seven years of trust, love, hope and comfort that had been established between them since Red’s introduction of his ‘Blacklist’.

“I’ll clean up” She smiled a sad, tired smile.

Ressler’s POV

It was 2am. Liz had just finished telling him everything. And he could tell how relived she was that someone finally knew what she’s been holding in and struggling with. He had seen her life become caught in the crossfire between two lethal and dangerous criminals, whose real intentions with her remained as unclear to them as they had been since the day Raymond Reddington surrendered to the FBI.

Seated at his dining table, Liz had her legs up on the chair, curled into a blanket while he looked at her.

“You’re staring”

Huh?

“Ress, you’re staring at me” Her face slightly flushed.

Oh.

“Um... I’m just wrapping my head around all this. But I want you to know that you’re not alone in this. I’m here with you, every step of the way. I told you, I’m not planning to go anywhere, I got you.”

In that moment he swore he saw Liz’s face glow like nothing he’d ever seen before. She was beautiful and also taken aback by the forwardness of his emotions. Things had definitely changed... perhaps it was time.

She got out of her seat and made her way to him. Instinctively he got up from his own seat, his mind and heart very aware of his beautiful partner standing in front of him. Her hand was on his chest, both of them breathing deeply, looking into each others’ eyes, lost in the domesticity and naturalness of it all. She took another step forward, her eyes not leaving his for a single second. They spoke volumes of how thankful she was and how much it mattered to her that he took her side.

And in that moment he wanted nothing more than to finally kiss her and make it known that he felt the same way about her, but before he could finish his thoughts, he felt her lips against his. His arms instantly wrapped around her waist as she stood on her toes to meet his height. It was a slow, loving and deep kiss. A kiss that marked their long journey through hell, bullets, murders, comas, sociopaths and spies only for them to find a home in each other.

End

I’m open to prompts if you want some more fan fic!!!

#keenler #ressler x liz #the blacklist #megan boone #keenler week #season 7 #elizabeth keen #donald ressler #raymond reddington #fan fic writing #aghh

[trishvaylar]

Now that we are less then two weeks away from the Blacklist season 8 premier, this is something I have got to say:

What I care about first and foremost is Rederina reveal and the chance for the Mother-Daughter final reunion (in this life). What I do not care about all that much is Keenler becoming real, for really they care for each other, and I see no need for them to fuck to deepen that relationship they already have. But there is one thing that I have to state loud and clear right now so as not to repeat myself a thousand times along the way: I am keen2, and that probably is why I am not pro-keenler, but that is not what this post is about. This post is really about this "wonderful" statement that some people still make on various social media platforms (and that is after two and a half seasons without Tom Keen in the picture) that Liz and Tom were really in an abusive relationship all along (and that Tom was evil - that sentiment is voiced by many even here on tumblr right now), and that Tom was the abuser. OK, a personal note first: I have worked for years with the victims of very real abuse, that is of domestic violence, so - this is from professional expirience and not some textbook theorizing and it has no personal agenda (when I am dealing with an antagonist in fiction, I accept the rules of the game, but this is different).

So, I would like to state clearly and professionally why Tom/Liz relationship is not and never was, domestic abuse/violence.

Let us start with the beginning: at first we know nothing about Keens apart from them being 2 years merried, having a dog, planning an adoption, because this is what Liz Keen wants. It is about her, her personal reasons, her dominance in this merriage, where Tom Keen, a forth grade school teacher, does what she wants. They are almost through the process, when Tom is attacked and almost dies. He survives, but Liz finds the go box, with money, passports and a gun. She begins to investigate, all with gentle nudges from Red, but with Tom acting impecably all through the mill. But during 01.06 he persuades Liz of his innocence. His conduct is only suspicious at one point: when, meeting Red outside Sam's hospital, he quietly takes in all the non-too-subtle warnings of Red. He takes them without comment. At the end of 01.15 we get the answer - Red was right all along, Tom is an undercover operative watching Liz, who knew something about her connection to Red. In 01.16 we see that he is fine capable to murder someone with his own hands. And then he makes love to his wife. A perfectly consensual sex. Right in 01.17 Liz finally realizes her husband is a spy. Then begins the race to find out, who he works for and why. Yes, Tom attackes Liz twice (both times not injuring her, but getting injered, having his thumb brocken, etc). She finally shoots him, but...saves him, imprisones him on a boat, and interrogates him for 4 months. Still next time he kills the harbourmaster - to protect Liz, not himself; after realizing the danger she is in, he terns himself in viluntarily, but is freed to protect the Task Force (he had no way of knowing that may or would have happened).

All through the mill it is obvious they love each other, they want each other, they constantly drift towards each other. They are both agents with peculiar talents, they actually suit each other perfectly. In the second half of season 3 Liz realizes she is pregnant, but even before that she admits she loves Tom and Tom begs her to be his wife, again, this time 100% for real.

Tom risked his life multiple times in 2 and 3 seasons to safe Elizabeth, not once forcing her into anything, manipulating her, pushing her. No, he just does it all to help her.

Finally their marriage ceremony is interrupted by people hired by Alexander Kirk, and Liz gives birth prematurely to a baby girl. Then Tom goes through the ruse proposed by Kaplan to protect his wife and daughter. Then half the season 4 Kirk tries to get his "daughter's" husband killed, while Tom does all to return his child to her Mommy. The season ends with Tom taking the suitecase with bones left by Kaplan, which eventually get him killed! His "agenda" before the end? Assist his wife in learning the truth.

And that is the end of the arc, with TBL Redemption between 4 and 5, about Tom trying to uncover the secret of what happened to him as a child. And the curious parallel between Liz and Tom's personal storylines is that both Tom and Liz chose wrong (Father and Fake Mother) before getting it right (Mother and the real Mother).

The fact that Tom was first hired by Red, but rerecruited by Berlin, makes him an operative, but who nevertheless fell in love with his target and then saved her multiple times before getting killed because of the connection between his wife and HER Parent. He loved her more then his own life, and the fact he was twice hired and that eventually resulted in Cooper almost dying and Meera getting murdered, does not change that.

She held him prisoner for 4 months, but they never stopped caring and loving each other. Deny this and one denies the Blacklist its' romantic element (because Lizzington is an AU, and keenler was just being toyed with by the authers with some elements of closeness, but never more then that).

Abuse? Violence? Was Tom a domestic abuser? Now I answer this directly as the one who works with real victims of domestic violence - NO, HE WAS NOT!!! Yes, in season 1 he assaults her a couple of times, not hurting her really, but he is a double agent at the time. But nevertheless he actually is already in love with her. Finally he pays her back by risking himself several times.

He remains a prof operative until his death, and Liz knows exactly who he is. He never lies to her again (sorry, anti tom keen fans, but this is canon statement), never cheats, never attempts to hurt, manipulate, force her into anything.

Stright up again: TOM KEEN IS NOT A DOMESTIC ABUSER!!!

And this is the statement with which I come into the final stage of waiting for season 8!

#The Blacklist #Expactations #Rederina #Statement #Pro Tom Keen #Pro Keen 2 #Red #Liz Keen #Tom Keen #Tom is not an abuser #That is my statement #Professional

[theythinkimabitch]

Merry Christmas, @greetings-and-defiance from your (no longer secret) secret Santa! :D I’m so sorry your gift is here so late in the day, but I hope you enjoy regardless! For your gift I rewrote the OUC episode with a happier ending for Saram and tried to bring in Agnes and drop hints to the idea of a happy Keenler family! 😁 I really hope you like it and I wish you nothing but the best during the holidays and an utterly delightful new year! 💖

After years of waking up no later than seven, with vacations a concept rendered unfamiliar due to a job as mercurial as being an agent, Samar had been awake for quite a while.

“Rise and shine!” 

She’d been awake long before Aram, whether he believed it or not.

“You’re up early,” Samar proclaimed, rubbing her eyes as she shifted so she could sit.

Samar might have been awake for a while, but that didn’t mean she particularly felt like moving. After all, it was the first day in a long time she could remember having free. The first weekday, mind you. She was going to make the most of every second, even if those seconds were spent reveling in the warmth of her soft bedding with blankets and pillows tastefully scattered across their bed to give her that extra support she so desperately needed.

“It has been a morning,” Aram huffed, carefully carrying what little he salvaged from his many breakfast-related mishaps. “Two small grease fires in the kitchen, one almost disastrous juicing accident. But, voilà! Breakfast in bed.”

Samar struggled to fight a grin as she looked around the wonderful display Aram made her. “What’s on the menu?”

“French toast, hashbrowns,” Aram began to list. “All your favorites.”

“So, none of my favorites,” Samar retorted, “But, I love you anyway.”

“Well, I got the orange juice right,” Aram sighed, taking a seat on the edge of their bed. “But, um, be careful...there might be part of my finger in there.”

With a nod, Samar took the hint and traded orange juice for a more practical cup of coffee, having faith Aram couldn’t possibly have messed that up. “What’s the occasion?”

“I thought you’d want a full stomach for our trip.”

“Our trip?” she questioned. “Where are we going?”

With a devious grin, out came a leaflet from behind Aram’s back that danced excitedly between his fingertips.

“The Lodge at Glenforest,” he began to announce. “Rural Pennsylvania. Three days, two nights, our own cabin in the woods. Dinner in the main lodge, crackling fires.” And as if that wasn’t enough to encourage Samar to go, he added, “I look really, really good in flannel. What do you think?”

“That sounds amazing,” she responded, running her thumb against the rim of her coffee cup. “But don’t they need you at work? I’m the only one that’s retiring.”

“I cleared it with Mr. Cooper!” came the happy announcement. “The team can manage. It’s not like the world’s gonna end.”

“Aram, we worked together, remember?” Samar’s retorted sassily. “We both know the world could literally end if you’re not there.”

With a sweet smile reserved just for her, he bent over to place a kiss on her head. “It’s just a few days. Eat and I’ll pack?”

“How about we share breakfast instead?” Samar asked softly. “They’re your favorites after all.”

Aram quickly jumped over her ready to tuck himself back under the covers, not needing much convincing at all. With Samar being a morning person and Aram quite assuredly the opposite, breakfast in bed wasn’t something they did often. But in this new life of theirs, with new beginnings just starting to unfold, perhaps breakfast in bed was something they could start doing more often.

Grease fires and juiced fingers not included. 

But for that to happen, as they both later decided, the cooking might be better left to Samar.

*

They spent hours eating breakfast. Talking about everything and nothing all at once. They wouldn’t have moved had it not been for the plans that Aram made. Eventually, though, they had to get up. 

After all, what good was a new beginning if it was spent wasting away in bed?

Once the dishes had been cleaned and the refrigerator scanned for any possible food they could bring on the road trip they broke apart, each focusing on packing their own bags. 

With the advantage of having planned the trip himself, Aram walked back into the kitchen, his own bag already packed, simply waiting for Samar to be ready to go.

“I was thinking this would be more of a romantic getaway, but, you know, if you feel naked without a gun, we can always role play.”

“Sorry,” Samar apologized, placing her weapon back in the lock box she always had within reach. “Force of habit.”

“How about we start some new habits?” he suggested kindly. 

“You’re absolutely right. New life, new habits.”

“Unless you want to role play.”

“I think a cabin in the woods is a perfect place to start. No phone reception, no internet.”

“Meeting a stranger,” Aram enthused giddly. “No! Maid/butler secret rendezvous.”

“Thank you for not letting me push you away,” Samar whispered, turning to her fiance with a smile, ignoring the need to pack for just a little while longer.

“Yeah, you tried pretty hard, but lucky for you, I can’t take a hint,” Aram said with a smile before the glint in his eye gave way to yet another idea. “Hitchhiker! No, interrogation!”

“I got an idea,” Samar teased, her hands snaking around his neck.

“Teacher/pupil?”

“Why don’t we make our own fantasy?”

With the smile she’d grown so accustomed to seeing on his face, Samar leaned in pressing her lips against his, living so happily in a moment so blissfully boring and domestic...at least it had been until the sharp ringing of a phone interrupted them.

“Has the world ended yet?” Samar quipped leaving Aram to pat every pocket looking for the offending device.

“Actually, I think that’s your phone.”

Samar frowned, turning around to place the device that indeed belonged to her against her ear.

“Ressler?”

“Yeah, hey Samar--”

“You know I’m retired now, right?”

“Look, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

“What happened?” she sighed, focusing more so on shoving her arms through the sleeves of her favorite green jacket.

“It’s Agnes. Liz is sick and practically delirious. Cooper let me go so I could take care of her, but I can’t keep Agnes away and I don’t want her to get sick. I know you and Aram got plans, but with Christmas right around the corner, I can’t find a babysitter a--”

“And you want us to take care of her?” Samar finished for him, already mulling over the idea.

“Just for the weekend,” Ressler pleaded. “You do this and I’ll get you that room myself.”

With a smile Samar glanced back at Aram who had already moved onto new and better things. She was sure that he wouldn’t mind bringing an extra little guest. They had both decided that children was something no longer in the cards for them, leaving their goddaughter the closest thing they had to a daughter of their own.

“We’ll be there in an hour,” Samar decided before turning back to Aram.

“Where are we going?”

“To grab Agnes,” Samar answered with a smile. “She’s coming!”

*

She’d forgotten how calming it was to simply occupy the passenger’s seat and have nothing at all to worry about. Like many adults, Samar had simply gotten used to the task of driving. It was something she did near every day. She’d get out of bed, go on her morning run, return back to wherever it was she had slept the night before and take a shower before inevitably needing to take some sort of vehicle to complete whatever task she had for the day.

Even on the occasional lazy day, there was still the drive to work or maybe the drive to a grocery store. But on their way towards the Keen and Ressler residence, it was Aram that took control of driving, letting Samar rest her head on the cool window, watching patiently as the city that’d quickly become home began to blur by.

As relaxing as it was, her brain couldn’t help but continue to whir. Reminders of her promise to Aram that she’d do whatever she could to fight off the impending decline of her brain as well as the various tricks her doctor had suggested pinged inside her head. So on the way to grab Agnes, she mentally mapped the route she’d come to be so familiar with until the car eventually slowed to a stop with the brakes squealing as Aram pulled closer to the curb.

For as much as they knew Ressler loved Agnes, he certainly did seem impatient to let her go. They stood hand in hand on the corner of the street, the little one decked out in her impractical winter gear with a small backpack and silver puffer jacket she donned being the only sign that Ressler had indeed prepared her for their impromptu trip. 

“I’ll be right back,” Aram promised as a rush of wind blew through the open door with Samar giving him a quiet nod and soft smile in response.

She couldn’t hear much of what was going on outside, what with the soft droan of the heater they’d flicked on long ago, but seeing Aram smile as he bent down to Agnes’ level, watching Ressler guard the excitable little girl that shrieked loud enough for Samar to hear, was enough to spark a laugh from Samar’s lips.

Perhaps Samar had been ready to leave in order to secure Aram’s chance at a happy future, but Samar knew she deserved the happiness as much as he did. She, like her fiance, deserved to have a happily ever after and without such an adorable goddaughter or such a dorky soon-to-be husband, she wasn’t sure how she could.

“Prozen, prozen!!” she screamed, jumping inside the car without so much as a greeting to Samar, without regard for the carseat first needing to be secured. 

“What’s that?” Samar questioned, glancing at Aram for answers as he packed bags into the trunk, leaving Ressler to work securing the her car seat.

“Frozen,” Ressler sighed, trying to get his kid to pay attention.

“You told her we were going to see the snow,” Samar brightly deduced.

She knew the way kids' brains worked. She was about to marry one after all.

“She’s gotta get in the mood,” Aram argued with a smile. “We have to sing ‘Let It Go’ exactly two hundred thirty five and a half times to make sure that we have enough snow to last the weekend.”

“Is that what she told you?”

“That’s the truth!” Agnes chattered back, her legs kicking up and down excitedly, thumping loudly against the plastic seat.

“Alright, kiddo, you’re all set.”

“We have to listen to Elsa!”

“I’ll see you in a few days, okay? Have fun. Something happens--”

“Bye-bye, daddy!” Agnes quickly sang out, before chanting for the one thing she’d been waiting for for a whole five minutes! “Elsa! Elsa! Elsa! Elsa!”

Samar had known for quite a while that the ride there would be long.

“Elsa!” Aram cheered with her, searching on his phone for songs sung by everybody’s favorite winter princess.

What she hadn’t expected was that it would be this long.

“Ready?”

But this was all in regards to family and family vacations.

“Ready!” Agnes confirmed.

As far as Samar was concerned, the ride couldn’t be long enough.

*

As it turned out, Aram had been wrong. It wasn’t something that he was very often, but he was, and he’d so gratefully admit it.

It hadn’t taken two hundred thirty five and a half times before Agnes got bored of the song. Not that he’d been counting, but really, it’d been closer to only a hundred times.

For as much as he loved watching princess movies with the girls, even he tired of listening to the Frozen soundtrack on repeat. Thankfully, Agnes had fallen asleep after the first hour and a half, letting Aram tentatively unplug his phone from the car and switch to the droan of whatever radio station Samar settled on. 

They drove a little while longer, making progress on their journey before they came to a quick pit stop for a warm cup of coffee. Once he’d finally made it past the border and into Pennsylvania, the radio eventually turned off. With conversation kept to a quiet minimum so as not to wake Agnes, Samar eventually dozed off, leaving Aram the only one awake.

After so recently having learned to drive, the bliss of driving with little to no traffic as darkness began to reign was something he still managed to find comfort in. Time ticked on and silence stretched thin, broken only by the occasional rhythmic click of the turn signal or motion for more coffee. 

Finally, they made it. Eventually they reached the Lodge at Glenforest, the girls still sleeping safe and sound.

He checked in without a problem, getting help to carry in bags. Samar, the light sleeper that she was, woke up without a fuss and carried Agnes into bed until eventually there was nothing left to do.

There was no technology to ensure was charged--the only service was in the Big House, after all--no dishes to make sure were cleaned, no turtle to make sure was fed.

Aram turned in the bed in which he lay with Samar, one arm around her and the other reaching to turn off the light.

How great had this idea been? After so long, there they were sleeping blissfully in the sweet sound of silence.

*

She’d woken up alone again. There was no one in the bed beside her, the sheets were empty, space next to her cold.

Samar could smell the food. This time, it really did smell like her favorites.

Slowly but surely, Samar made it out of bed. She went through the motions of everyday life.

She brushed her teeth, tied up her hair, washed her face.

It didn’t take long for her to end up in their temporary living room, the food Aram had saved resting on the coffee table waiting and ready for her to grab.

Despite the steaming pile of food, what she went for instead was a mug filled with fresh coffee and the jacket she’d worn on the way over. She could hear Agnes and Aram playing around outside. It wasn’t anything particularly unusual. 

What was unusual, however, was the burst of cold wet that smashed across her face the second she pulled the door open. Cold wet that dripped down, cold wet that suddenly crumbled and fell into her coffee with a splash, nothing but silence and a stifled giggle from a certain someone in response.

With all the dignity only Samar Navabi could manage to retain after being pelted in the face with a snowball, she turned stiffly on her heel, softly closing the door behind her, walking back into their cabin, searching for another source of coffee to help kick start her day.

It didn’t take long for Samar to find Aram’s stash of coffee left abandoned with an energetic kid to do the job for him. It did, however, take a little longer for the two deviants to make their way back inside.

“Are you mad?”

“Mad?” questioned Samar, unfamiliar with the concept.

Who had time to be angry when planning revenge?

“I just hit you with a snowball,” Aram said carefully.

He didn’t need to know Samar as well as he did to know she was in the process pf plotting revenge.

“That’s all part of the game, though, isn’t it?”

“What game?” Agnes innocently questioned, getting to work on the food she well knew was reserved especially for Samar.

“The snow day games,” Samar teased back, grabbing a strip of bacon from the plate before Agnes could finish it all. “It’s a three day compeition to see who will win a super secret, very special prize.”

“Prize!!” the girl cheered.

“When I win,” Samar said sternly, glaring at her soon-to-be husband. “I get two months off laundry duty.”

For what felt like years now, Samar had been the one doing all the laundry. Aram had managed to skillfully parcel the chore out to Samar under the pretense that she was the only one who knew how to care for her magical green jacket, but Samar had patiently taught Aram how to clean it many times before. She was confident he knew how to care for the jacket on his own.

“And when I win,” came Aram’s much anticipated reply.

“Big chocolate gummy bears!” Agnes screamed mystically.

“I get big chocolate gummy bears and I get to keep my bike in the living room.”

That god forsaken bike of his was an argument they’d had plenty of times.

Bikes simply did not go in the living room. There was a bike rack right outside their apartment for a reason. Bikes didn’t need any special care and if Aram truly did need for his precious bike to be wrapped in the warmth of their household as he so eloquently put it, then she by all means, would be more than willing to buy it a tarp to stave off the rain and snow.

But Samar had every intention of winning this battle and if winning this battle meant she could end their everlasting war…

“Deal,” Samar responded.

“Then may the odds be ever in your favor.”

*

It seemed almost counterproductive to let day one of their games begin after they had the massages Aram had ordered, but that’s the way it all worked out.

The victor of day one would be determined by the victor of a snowball fight.

Samar had been preparing for this particular competition the whole day. She’d bribed Agnes, been clandestinely making snowballs as they walked around the campgrounds, and had been more on guard than usual.

She’d been waiting for the perfect moment to launch her sneak attack. 

The time came when Agnes served as a perfect distraction. After walking around for such a long time, her legs had grown tired. Normally Samar would’ve had no problem carrying her, but she did need a distraction and with the promise of extra Christmas presents, Agnes had agreed to be on her side.

She traded the many bags Aram carried for the small little girl and walked ahead of them with the excuse that they were carrying perishables. Of course that wasn’t true, but Agnes was a wonderful distraction. 

Within minutes Samar made it into their temporary home and set down all the bags filled with possible gifts for all their friends. A minute after that, she’d managed to sneak out towards the back and stockpile some necessary ammunition. 

With a pile of ready to fire snowballs and footsteps getting increasingly louder as they crunched in the snow a small smile spread across her lips. Agnes stayed with her head resting on Aram’s shoulder, a grin on her own face as she and Samar made eye contact.

She lifted a gloved finger to her lips, hoping Agnes got the message to be quiet. For a split second, Samar fear her plan had backfired for up came Agnes’ head as she pulled from Aram before she very vehemently decided that they needed hot chocolate.

While Aram wholeheartedly agreed with the plan all Samar could think was that Agnes would grow up to be a wonderfully mischievous young lady.

From outside as Samar creeped around the building, she could hear Aram calling for her.

“Samar!” she heard a loud hiss.

“Where’s Aram?” Samar asked back.

“Hot chocolate!” Agnes whispered back, crouched right beside her.

“Good idea,” Samar whispered back, handing her a ready made snowball. “Okay, you have to go out front and call Aram now, is that okay?”

“I wanna throw snow!” Agnes pouted in response.

“You will!”

“The first one?”

“If you get Aram,” Samar bartered.

Samar stayed strong under the withering gaze of a determined five year old and soon enough Agnes relented, a quick grin breaking free as she spun on her heels screaming for Aram.

Within a second she could hear the door creaking back open and a soft thud broke out soon after along with a cry of indignation before giggles that masked it and big footsteps that ran after her.

“Snowball, snowball!”

“Shh!” Samar whispered, handing her another.

The element of surprise wouldn’t be as strong as she’d hoped, but Samar was proud knowing Agnes had gotten him good.

Another set of footsteps stopped in front of them and the two girls smiled innocently at the man standing before them.

Brown eyes raked over the two girls standing ready to fight across from him when he noticed a certain pile of white snow looking oddly similar to snowballs.

The minute he opened his mouth, the attack began with Agnes letting out an excited scream and Samar pelting him along the way.

That was certainly one point for Samar placing her firmly in the lead.

*

On the second day of their vacation, Aram finally managed to sleep to a respectable hour.

Things seemed to drift back into vague semblance of normalcy. Samar woke up first, took care of breakfast, spent time with Agnes.

And while Aram may have been sleeping, that didn’t mean he hadn’t been scheming. 

You see, as Aram lay in bed accepting woeful defeat, he’d come upon a very important fact.

Where Aram was born and raised in the snowy lands of Delaware, Samar had been born and raised in the sweltering heat of Tehran, Iran. He was fairly confident that through all her worldly travels, she’d become acclimated to the snow, but there were certain advantages that having grown up in snow gave him.

He knew better than to surprise her. He had to play to his own strengths, needed to propose a challenge he was fairly certain he could win.

 (Even if he couldn’t manage to bribe the would be judge.)

“Day two of the snow games are upon us,” Aram announced, walking out into the open.

Fresh snow had fallen the night before. It was as if the universe was laying down the groundwork for him to succeed.

“That it is, my love,” Samar responded, curiously looking up at Aram as he walked down the few steps and sat right beside her.

“How would you like to build a snowman?”

“A snowman?” Samar questioned.

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” teased Aram.

Samar’s lips easily quirked into a smile and she nodded firmly, placing down her mug on the stairs and getting up to prepare.

Build a snowman they would.

*

With Agnes tired after a morning filled with playing, keeping her within view was a moderately simple task.

Aram knew better than to ever have underestimated Samar, but there were certain things that he just knew how to do better than her.

Samar played around with the classic materials. She started rolling the snow, trying to keep it nice and steady. She made balls each increasingly smaller that she stacked one over the other. Samar did excellent for what had to be one of her first snowmen.

But for Aram who had years upon years of practice, he went above and beyond. He quickly slipped into the focused determination he so often slipped into at work as he found just the right kind of snow to properly pack together. He went around looking diligently for good stones to use as eyes, for nice twigs to use as arms crossed akimbo.

He made sure that his was not only the most aesthetically pleasing, but technically proficient. He rounded each ball making sure they were smooth around the edges. He packed extra snow around the bottom of each circle making sure they each stayed steady.

Even if Samar managed to miraculously find the better of the decorations to use on her snowman, Aram was certain his snowman would at least fare better structurally.

He hadn’t been actively planning for this competition all week, but he figured that the tiara and scepter he bought Agnes the day before would work well with his magical creation. So he worked and he worked, went in and out of the cabin rifling through the many bags they all had brought until early morning melted into early afternoon and the creation he’d spent all night fussing about finally finished and he took a step back to admire his work.

To say he went above and beyond was an understatement. His snowman was decadent. She was dressed in full princess gear, her snowy cheeks painted red thanks to a sacrificed strawberry flavored drink, a tiara on her head and scepter sticking out from her body.

Samar had finished long ago, ending up with Agnes back on the stairs, watching and giggling as Aram placed his hands on his own hips ready for the judge to announce the winner.

Upon the sudden realization that what they’d been giggling at was him, Aram looked worriedly at Samar’s entry for a moment, fearing that she bested him in a way he never could have anticipated. 

But rather than a masterpiece rivaling work of all the world-famous snowmen making artists, Aram was greeted with a haphazard attempt at a snowfigure that already begun to crumble long ago.

It must’ve been something else then…

Samar tapped her head and Aram reached for what should’ve been his beanie, his fingers landing only on cold spikes that spread out from every direction.

Oh, no.

Aram’s eyes widened as he turned around, trying to press down the many spikes, hoping that what he feared wouldn’t turn out to be true.

Please no. No, no, no--

A cold puff of air materialized before him as Samar held up her phone, selfie camera activated so he could see for himself the mess he’d somehow created.

In all the mayhem of making sure this day’s event had been won, somehow Aram had managed to freeze his hair into reddish spikes. The strawberry drink he’d used to color his snowman’s cheeks was mysteriously empty, the bottle having blown off toward the walkway as he pouted in reluctant acceptance.

“It’s definitely a new look,” Samar offered up, sliding her phone away as she reached to get a feel for his hair. “Not as bad as you might think.”

“Does my snowman win at least?” Aram questioned, hoping that at least it’d been worth it.

“Yes, Aram,” Samar admitted with a soft smile saved only for him. “Your snowman wins.”

A tie it was, then. Day three would be reserved for the ultimate tie-breaking game to see who would finally become the sole victor of their very own winter olympics.

*

The competition had been forgotten for most of their last day in Glenforest. Determination to accomplish all the activities they could in one day served as an excellent way to procrastinate determining the true victor. 

It wasn’t until all the bags had been packed and the car had been readied for travels that they realized there was still one activity they hadn’t managed to try out: ice skating.

As Samar rolled out of the parking lot and Aram started to fiddle with the GPS, a few wrong turns were made until eventually they happened upon an ice rink, wonderfully bedazzled with fairy lights, filled with people of all ages laughing and falling, twirling and some more falling, scoring and...well, falling some more.

“You know, the day isn’t over quite yet.”

Aram looked up at her, excitement dancing in his eyes, knowing exactly what she was going to suggest.

“Whoever makes the most goals by the end of the night,” Aram began to declare while they all tied up their shoe laces in preparation for the rink.

“The hockey area seems full,” Samar pointed out, trying to get Agnes’ tiny feet into her own set of skates.

“We can make our own goals,” Aram offered back, tilting his head sideways, trying to see how they could make ice skating into a fair competition.

There were buckets scattered in the rink ready for the taking, but Aram figured that those would be better left for the kids who really needed it rather than their own grand competition.

Holding Agnes’ hand, Samar stood, contemplating along with him. 

“How about whoever makes it from one end to the next first?” she offered.

As Agnes reached up for Aram’s hand, he looked down and smiled, content with the possibility.

That he could do.

*

It took them a little while to get acclimated. Samar and Aram, being used to the concept, made it around the ice rink a few times together with Agnes in between them who was more than happy to be pulled with them wherever they decided to go.

As time went on, however, Agnes started to get restless and they found her a stack of colorful buckets for her to move around with all on her own. They stood away from her for just a second, watching as she managed to go around and make friends with new children and independently explore, people making way for her to pass. Enough time elapsed to where they felt sure she knew what to do. They kept her well within eyesight, let her mill around on her own before deciding it was time to end this once and for all. 

The more time they spent on the rink, the more people seemed to filter in. It had gotten to the point where they could hardly see the other side of the rink. The light at the end of the proverbial tunnel seemed almost nonexistent.

At their side stood Agnes looking as elegant as she always did, one small hand in the air, the other steady on her bucket.

“Weady?” she asked, preparing herself to announce the beginning of the end. “One..”

Samar and Aram both crouched into ready positions, the two of them separated by the crowd of people enjoying their own adventures, unfazed by the war that’d soon explode around them.

“Two!”

Each of them plotted their path. Sought out small breaks in the throng of people that never seemed to end. Planned strategies on how to avoid collisions with innocent passerbyers.

“Three!”

But all of their meticulous planning went out the window as soon as they surged forward, desperate to win their well-deserved gifts.

There was not a chance in the world Samar would let Aram keep his bike in the living room. She refused to have it looming in the corner, wheels tracking dirt on their floor, sticking out for them both to trip.

But even with that in mind as Aram swerved, nearly falling to avoid bulldozing down a sweet toddler, she couldn’t help but reach out to catch him.

She hated that damn bike, but she did love her soon to be husband.

While Aram was determined to win, he couldn’t help but want to stay alive. It was no secret that grace wasn’t his forte. He could skate; he was capable of doing it, but just like with most things, going too fast made him clumsy and he really didn’t want a repeat of the time he’d needed a cast to reset his wrist.

Determination was a powerful thing. It made focus unbreakable, it made everything else unimportant, made losing something akin to a sacrilegious crime.

In a race with one victor, there was always meant to be a loser, but what the pair hadn’t expected was for both of them to lose. For when they managed to get back around the rink, dashing forward, slipping around other people, they both slowed to a stop realizing Agnes was moving forward, her face scrunched with steely determination, pushing her basket right along as she slowly made her way back to the starting line.

“Hey, sweetie?” Aram carefully asked, slowly making his way along with Samar after her, wanting to see how on earth she’d managed to beat them both.

“I win!” she cheered excitedly. “I wiiin!”

She most certainly had. How exactly, they’d never be quite sure, but Agnes had made it around the rink faster than either of them had.

“What do you win, love?” asked Samar.

They really hadn’t planned for that specific outcome.

With a smirk matching one they so often saw her mother wear while interrogating the most devious of criminals, Agnes simply tutted forward with her stack of buckets, making her way out of the rink and back into the car.

*

To say she was excited would be an understatement. She was happy and restless and couldn’t go to sleep.

She was trapped in the car seat, uncomfortable yes, but she was going home enveloped with teddy bears and she’d had so much chocolate!

Chocolate was her favorite! Chocolate was the best. She had a great big lollipop that she got for mommy and she got a cuddly bear for daddy!

But her favorite was the big cuddly stuffed pig she got. It was just so cozy and so soft and so pretty.

It took her only a few moments into their hours long journey before she finally dozed off. Aram and Samar would say it was a sugar crash, but Agnes would always know that it was the power of Mr. Oinks that forced her to sleep. He was just too squishy and made for a nice pillow.

By the time they arrived back in DC it was late. Dusk had settled across the sky, the world bathed in a soft purple hue. All the colors the sun had proudly shone off before were replaced with the artificial coloring of street lamps and traffic lights. They were beautiful still, but in a different sort of way.

And unlike before, when Samar and Aram had shown up at the end of their trip, parking was easy to find. While Samar reached for all the bags Agnes had brought and later accumulated, Aram reached in to grab the little girl and rest her on his chest while the other bravely reached for the car seat hoping that it wouldn’t tumble out of his hand and break.

Luckily for them, there was a functioning elevator in Liz’s building letting them rest for a moment before having to begin to shuffle things back out again.

Samar had called Ressler earlier, wanting to make sure Liz recovered enough to make bringing Agnes home safe and with the confirmation that it was, Samar and Aram stood patiently, waiting for the door to open and Agnes to return home.

To their surprise it was Liz who answered with a smile on her face, reaching out for her daughter, inviting them both in along the way. 

“We gotta get home,” Samar argued in response to the invitation to stay.

“Thank you for taking care of her,” Ressler answered back, his hand around Liz’s waist as they all contently watched Agnes sleep, a rare moment of peace for them all.

“It was our pleasure,” Aram answered, exhaustion weighing him down enough to want nothing more than to be back in his own bed with Samar beside him ready to drift into a restful sleep. 

With final greetings being echoed out all one after another, Samar and Aram eventually made it out safely, managing the trip back to their own apartment well-enough, leaving their bags in the trunk, too tired to carry them back up stairs with them.

There was hardly anything left in them and it wasn’t a bad thing. All they wanted at the end of such a day was the same peace and tranquility they always found in each other. All three of them had had fun and it would be a trip they’d talk about for years to come, a tradition of sorts, at times with Agnes and at times without. Although their bet never officially had a winner, at the end of the day, they couldn’t be happier with the prize being the simple life they always managed to gift one another.

#the blacklist secret santa #mis cosas #ah katie i'm so sorry it's so late! 😫 #hopefully you'll be able to read it tomorrow morning? #anyways i really do hope you like it! :D #fluff isn't what i usually write so i hope i did alright! #much love to you lovely! <3 #happy holidays

[timelessish]

Merry Christmas @bitchinprentiss from your Secret Santa! I heard you like Keenler (and so do I!) so here’s a little domestic Christmas aesthetic for them 💖

#the blacklist secret santa #the blacklist #keenler #elizabeth keen #donald ressler #myedit #hope you like it! #and i might have another christmas edit or two coming soon ☺

[ventingblacklist]

You are really a shipper, you just do not acknowledge it. You ship Keenler, just because you do not like fluff it does not change things a bit. We need all the support we can get, do not hide anymore.

lol  

When I say I don’t ship it, I mean I don’t actively root for it. I’m not busting out the keenler pom-poms. But it would make perfect sense to me. And I think that’s probably where the show will eventually go. I don’t think it needs a lot of help, really. I think it’ll happen quite naturally all on its own.

The thing for me is the overall feel of the series. We started with Liz about to get everything she thought she wanted. A good job, a great husband, an adopted baby. She was living the dream. Then Reddington shows up and puts a bit ole’ pin in her balloon. Shatters the fantasy. 

To me, the natural thing was to have Liz learning secrets and fighting bad guys until the end of the show. Season two would have her all devastated, the mourning period, the coping, etc… subsequent seasons bring enemies and danger. During which we move on to her eventually finding her feet again, learning more about herself and the world, breaking through to the other side of all this craziness stronger for it. And then in the end she would find the reality as opposed to the fantasy. As Red said at the end of 1x19, ‘it will come.’

But I saw no reason for it to come before the end. I certainly didn’t think they’d have Liz getting re-married fifty times on a wing and a prayer.

Happily ever after doesn’t happen mid-series, that’s just weird. Liz had this whole hero’s journey to go on. Or at least, I thought she did. It finally feels like we’re back on that track.

After 3b-5a chock full o’domestic, I don’t see them rushing back into domestic right away. It’s almost like they’re doing all they can to walk domestic back. 

While Agnes turned out to be a cutie and I do adore her scenes, I liked single Liz in season two, and I like single Liz now. We’ve got villains to fight. 

On a level, I guess you could say I ship keenler. In that I think it would make sense and it fits the original feel of the show much better. I don’t know how they plan to end this thing, but I can see Red trusting Ressler in ways he would never trust Tom. So part of me very much wants to see that. Red handing his heart (Liz) over to the agent who spent five years tracking him down, I mean, that’s fun stuff. 

If they are planning on keenler, I hope they keep them as partners/friends for the foreseeable future. They can have moments and build up, that’s fine. But until we get to the end, or close to it, I pretty much ship Liz with herself. 

#this question tickled me #asks

[alyblacklist]

Hi Aly! Legit question from a friendly lizzington who wanna know how you see things. Do you think it’s possible for Liz and Ress to have a relationship if Liz stays a criminal? With the recent emphasis on Liz "never being an agent again", it seems things will never really go back to the way they were. Personally, I can’t see Ress bending the rules for Liz indefinitely or becoming a criminal himself. I would rather hope he’d bring her back to the "good side". I’m curious to know how you see the future playing out for those two. By the way, I respect you and what you have to say a lot and I appreciate your contribution to the TBL fandom. Doing this non-anonymously so you know I’m serious.

I appreciate the non-anonymous ask and your kind words!

It's an interesting question. I don't think that things need to go back to the way they were, or for Liz to be an agent again, for Liz and Ressler to continue a relationship. For a long time, I felt it was unlikely that we would ever get canon Keenler until close to the end of the series because their status as FBI partners wouldn't lend itself to the sort of drama and tension that the writers seem to prefer if they're going to have a romantic pairing on screen. I remember when Samar said to Liz back in S5 that she and Aram were "Boring. Blissful. Domestic," and I cringed. So I always felt like if we got Keenler, it would be close to the end of the series. But I understand why they finally brought Ressler and Liz together this season because it added a new dynamic/emotional layer with Liz on the run again. I don't expect them to be suddenly playing house next season, however, whatever next season brings.

But I'm also not prepared to accept that Liz is headed firmly over to the dark side yet, no matter all this talk about how she'll never be an agent again, how nothing will be the same, etc. There's a lot of room in between FBI agent and the kind of full out criminal behavior she displayed this season. And that is where I think there is room for them to continue a relationship, especially if the Task Force, Red and Liz remain aligned to complete his mission, whatever that is. The ongoing battle between light and dark, which I think Red also foreshadowed in this past episode when he told Aram to "tell Donald to stay in the light." (No Poltergeist jokes please).

I still don't see Liz ever fully embracing the criminal life. She tries to convince herself (and others like Aram) that it's great, but in the end, all she's ever wanted, since the series started, is a peaceful life. She rejected Red's money and any desire to run his empire, until she felt she had no choice. I'd like to see both Liz and Ressler achieve a peaceful life in the end, and I'd like to see them do that together. To get there, we'd have to continue to see give and take on both sides. He can help her avoid going too far over the cliff because of her feelings for him, and she can continue to pull him out of his comfort zone into the grey because of his feelings for her. But I don't think it's an all or nothing where they can't be together if she doesn't re-join the FBI as an agent or if she continues to operate to some degree within the criminal world.

Thanks for the ask!

#carylizzington #keenler #ask

[kiss-my-freckle]

What would be great about Keenler baby coming first, is Ressler’s ability to move Liz and Agnes, which means woman won’t be able to find her without him. 

Hannah’s episode gave us a quick glimpse of domestic life for them when they walked through that house. 

#Keenler baby theory #Anti-Tom Keen #Anti-Keen2

[takadasaiko]

What made you ship Keen2, and when did you start shipping it? Just curious, from a Keenler shipper :)

Hey, Keenler anon! Sorry I haven’t gotten to this sooner. I’ve been kind of all over the place lately, but this afternoon seemed like a good time to sit down and focus on something positive, so thanks for the ask :D

There are a few things about me that I should probably explain when it comes to my shipping habits: I love well-written redemption arcs, tropes where spies fall for their marks, and coming-back-together stories.

Now, I came into the Blacklist about halfway through when Season Two was airing. I knew that Tom was not the sweet, innocent school teacher that he pretended to be, but I wasn’t sure what his story was yet. I think the first episode that I watched live was 2.12, so I had a few spoilers, but I bingewatched the show so fast that I wasn’t spoiled too badly. That, and we just didn’t know enough about Tom’s past at that point to be spoiled. Regardless, I saw all the makings of a character that I would love and a romantic storyline that I would enjoy.

I’ve been in it for the long haul. I loved their first scene together. We saw something in it that we’ve seen move through the show: the fact that they work so very, very well together. We’ve gone from a domestic scene of working together in sync to them working flawlessly together in the field by the end of S2, and on through S3 and 4 where the two blend together nicely. I think it’s a nice way to highlight how Liz’s world is finding balance between all the chaos that’s come into her life through Reddington, possibly her mother, and everything that’s happened in her life. Bokenkamp said once that they wouldn’t have their white picked fence, and I don’t think Liz’s character was made for that. Her dream of a family, absolutely. Walking through the park with her daughter’s hand  in hers and her husband with them, definitely, but she also needs to protect that part of her life, and she and Tom do that well. They both want a normal life, but I think that, over time, they’ve come to understand that their version of normal isn’t going to match everyone else’s.

One of the things that has kept me so firmly on this ship is the way that they took a relationship that, as Eisendrath put it one time, was doomed to fail. If they’d tried to continue in the lies it would have, and it would have been right to. They took that unhealthy relationship, shattered it, and from the pieces they started slowly and steadily building something on the foundation of trust and love, and in that journey we see both Tom and Liz grow as individuals and as a couple. Tom learns how to love in a healthy fashion (which still floors me when I think about how he was raised and how twisted his upbringing was) by putting her before everything (including his job), Liz learns to put her trust in him again, and both learn exactly what family can mean for them and that they can reach that goal together.  They’re partners and equals once they have the truth and trust firmly between them. Together they’re able to protect that family that they’re building.

 I love so much about them, and I promised myself I wouldn’t let this go full-on meta. I’ve written about it over my time in the fandom (you can see a list of some of those metas here: http://takadasaiko.tumblr.com/metas) and, for me, I feel like the writers and the actors have really delivered a beautiful love story between those two. Megan and Ryan show just how deep the bond goes through the little touches that go so far beyond even the words written on their scripts. One of my favourite things for the characters is the depth of support they give to each other through every hard knock, even if they may not 100% understand why the other feels a certain way (like with the whole Kirk situation). They’re solid for each other and they support each other through the good and the bad. Much like Liz said when she proposed to him “For better and definitely for worse.”

I hope that answers your question. :)

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[aussieokie]

I agree, i dont trust these writer except maybe lukas, he has given us some nice keenler moments. Random shower thought though, but i would love to see Liz reaction to finding out Ressler slept with Samar. I mean it was so long ago and so random i erased that bullshit storyline from my mind, but still. Wonder if Liz would be a bit jealous lol! Probably not, just confused

Reiter is the only one I trust with Keenler! He's given us such good moments over the years, but I'm still not ready for domestic Keenler too soon, even from him. He writes this weeks episode too, but only because it's basically a part two to 819. I'm sure we won't see Ressler in it, but I'm hoping for an 'Audrey hospital visit' at the end, but from Liz this time :-)

And as for the 'scene that shall not be named' from 307, well, let's just say it was too long ago to have much impact on Liz. But she'd understand, because it wasn't out of any love for Samar, but Ressler's need to feel close to someone right then, when it couldn't be Liz.

Thanks for the ask!

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We should wake mommy,baby. Can’t let her be late at her first day. Again.

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