#harold finch fanfic
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Happy Wednesday
Chapter 17
Harold didn’t know what else to do, there was no other option as far as he could see. He needed you.
‘Harold, what is it?’ You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing loudly. You weren’t in the mood for a late night call. You hadn’t heard from Harold in weeks, not since you left on an icy note.
‘Please,’ he was crying. ‘I need to see you. Please, can I see you?’
‘What happened?’ You said, turning the light on and sitting up.
‘Evelyn, please, I just…’ he was breathing heavily, panicking. You jumped out of bed and began shoving on whatever clothes were nearby.
‘I’m coming.’ You said. ‘Harold, I’ll be at the library in twenty minutes, can you hang on?’
‘Yes, please hurry.’ Harold cried hard before hanging up.
You raced over to the library, not caring that you hadn’t alerted your security team. Harold needed you.
You ran up the stairs, Bear met you at the top, rushing with you to find Harold holding his head in his hands at his desk. He looked a mess, his tie was laying next to his glasses in front of him, and he was shaking.
‘Harold?’ You whispered, striding over to him. You placed your hand on his shoulder gently. ‘Hey, I’m here.’ Harold reached up to hold your hand, he was sweating and cold. ‘What happened to you?’
Harold turned his head a little, his cheeks wet with tears and you couldn’t help yourself. You kneeled down next to him, wiping away the wetness over his face.
‘You came.’ His voice was hoarse.
‘You asked me to.’ You smiled, sympathetically. ‘You sounded like you needed some help.’ He turned his head a little more to look at you. ‘What do you need, Harold? Just tell me and it’s yours.’
He was quiet for the longest time, something awful was going through his head, but you couldn’t tell what it was.
‘There was a bomb.’ He mustered. ‘It was strapped to John’s chest… I thought I was going to die…’ you sucked in a harsh breath, your hand still stroking his cheek. ‘All I could think about was how much I’d hurt you… I deserve to die without your forgiveness, I deserve to be punished for what I did.’
‘No, Harold,’ you shook your head, twisting his chair so that you knelt directly in front of him. ‘That is not your choice to make.’ You told him firmly. ‘You understand me, I will decide if I can forgive you, but you made a choice that was the right choice, knowing that it would mean we couldn’t be together, I’ve never blamed you for that. You don’t deserve to be punished for doing what you did to protect what we made. You don’t.’
Harold heard you, but whether he believed you was a different story. ‘I don’t deserve you anymore.’ He said, that statement hurting more than any other. ‘The only thing I want in the whole world and I don’t deserve it. I broke it, the promises I made to you, I treated them like they were nothing.’
‘You never lied to me, Harold.’ You shook your head. ‘You were always honest, and you always took care of me, you’re still taking care of me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.’ You had in fact seen an increase in NYPD cars roaming around your block, likely something to do with Harold co-ordinating with Fusco and Carter.
‘I always hated your apartment.’ Harold confessed. ‘I always thought we’d get a house together, get married, and have a beautiful life together.’
‘So, did I.’ You smiled a little. ‘But life so rarely gives us what we want. It’s much more chaotic than that. All we can do is the best with what we have.’
Harold nodded. ‘You’re right. You were always right.’ Harold looked down at your face, examining every part of it, committing it to memory. ‘I’m still in love with you.’ You felt your heart cracking the same way it had been every time you spoke with Harold. You swallowed hard. ‘I don’t expect you to say it back, or even feel it, but you’re right, our best is all we can do, after that, it’s out of our hands.’
‘Yes, it is.’ You nodded.
‘I’m sorry I woke you.’ Harold frowned for a moment. ‘You must be exhausted.’
‘I am.’ You half laughed. ‘Why don’t we get some sleep? You look like you could do with some rest yourself.’
Harold’s eyes widened. ‘You mean you… in the same bed?’
You stood up straight, knowing that Harold needed this, and one night spent next to him might just be what you needed to.
‘You said you needed me,’ you could feel your adrenaline wearing off. ‘And it’s either this or the floor.’
You slid your hand into Harold’s and led him towards the bedroom he’d let you stay in while you were healing.
Harold was the perfect gentleman, despite wanting to watch you all night, he refused to turn around while you took your trousers off. You hadn’t bothered taking your oversized t-shirt off, instead shoving on a pair of sweatpants and Harold’s old brown jumper. You slid under the sheets and watched Harold exit the bathroom in his own pyjamas.
He hesitantly slid in next to you and lay flat staring at the ceiling, you watched him, still wide awake. You sighed and decided it was ridiculous to deny yourselves any longer. You moved closer to him, snuggling close to his body and wrapping your arms around him.
Harold was warm, breathing a little heavy for your liking, but he was beginning to relax and your eyes were growing heavier by the second.
‘If you’re uncomfortable at any point-‘
‘Harold.’ You mumbled into his shoulder.
‘Yes?’
‘Go to sleep.’
You woke feeling a warm body wrapped around yours, the familiar sounds of soft breathing close to your shoulder and neck, fingers interlocked with yours, legs tangled and the feeling of home seeping into your bones.
The sun was just starting to come up and you couldn’t have been asleep for very long, but the chance to feel Harold around you once more was worth remaining awake just a little longer for.
You remembered so many nights spent next to him, some of them more clearly than others. You loved the sound of Harold in a deep sleep, one that you knew he’d be well rested from, one that he sorely needed. You loved the feel of his body holding onto yours like he was scared to let go. And you adored the moments he woke, realising his position and kissed whatever skin he could reach.
Harold adjusted his position behind you, pulling you closer for a moment, his mouth grazing below your ear, sending warmth through your being, before letting go, realising where he was. He began moving back and away, but you weren’t ready.
‘Don’t.’ You whispered. ‘Please don’t let go.’
Harold didn’t move for a moment, contemplating what it meant, but eventually you felt his body settle against yours, pulling you closer once again. You found yourself pressing back against Harold, needing his body heat, needing to feel him loving you.
It was a moment, before Harold relaxed properly behind you, feeling like you really did want him to hold you. It was everything he needed.
You dozed for a while, just allowing the sun to come up before even considering getting out of bed. Harold shifted a little, before needing to lie on his back, it seemed he was in some discomfort and you suddenly remembered his injury. You turned to snuggle into his side, trying to be careful about where you put your weight.
‘Are you in pain?’ You whispered, your hand placed gently on Harold’s chest.
‘I’m used to it.’ He whispered back. You noticed his breathing was a little heavy.
‘Tell me what you need.’
Harold pulled his knees up and you shifted your lower body out of the way. ‘I’m just a little stiff.’ He moved his hips a little to try to loosen up his lower body.
‘If you need to get up…?’
Harold thought about it, before deciding it was best for him to get out of bed. You watched him struggle to stand, his hand going to his neck as he leaned against the wall for support. Your instinct was to get up and try to help.
‘No.’ Harold panted. ‘Please, I’m fine.’
You stepped back for a moment, letting him breathe through the pain, but it was too much for you to bear.
‘Harold, please let me help.’ You placed your hand on his lower back, making him flinch, but it seemed that your soft touch was exactly what he needed to feel some relief.
You listened to his breathing, assessing just how much pressure was needed and you soon felt just how stiff he really was. You massaged the tense muscle, slowly moving his shirt out of the way to massage the skin directly. The sound of relief that came from Harold was a surprise, but one that you knew he needed.
You continued to run your fingers over the scarred skin, never thinking twice about it and gently resting your head between his shoulder blades.
‘How’s that?’ You whispered.
Harold breathed out and you heard the smile he had on his face. ‘I haven’t felt such relief… ever.’
You closed your eyes, still massaging his back. ‘You need me to do your neck as well?’ You offered.
‘I don’t…’ Harold hesitated. ‘It’s okay. You’ve done enough.’ His hand came around to stop yours and you knew where this was heading.
‘Harold,’ you placed your free hand on top of his. ‘Please don’t do this.’ You begged. ‘You asked for my help, and I came. Don’t push me away now.’
Harold breathed deeply for a few minutes, thinking on what he should do.
‘I’m sorry.’ He breathed. ‘I’m sorry. I can’t do this.’
You swallowed hard and slowly took your hand away from his back. You felt disappointment fill your chest and tears fill your eyes. You felt humiliated. Harold had never done that to you before. You stepped away and Harold didn’t dare look back.
You cleared your throat, deciding enough was enough, you weren’t going to stand to be treated like this again. You went to pick up your clothes and leave, clearly you were no longer needed.
‘Wait.’ Harold stopped you. You turned reluctantly to see him leaning back against the wall, staring at you, his eyes scanning over your bare legs before shooting up to your face. He swallowed thickly. ‘I forgot something.’ You frowned, not understanding. ‘You were always more beautiful first thing in the morning than any other time of day.’ He swallowed again. ‘I always thought I imagined it, but every morning you’d get out of bed and I’d see the light surrounding you… like it is now.’
Harold’s eyes held yours, you knew what it would usually mean; whenever Harold looked at you like that before, you went back to bed and didn’t leave for an entire weekend. But this time, Harold didn’t move towards you, he wasn’t going to kiss you and you probably wouldn’t spend all day in bed.
‘I don’t know what that means anymore.’ You whispered.
Harold pushed himself off the wall, being careful not to take too many steps towards you in case you rejected him.
‘It means, I will never stop loving you,’ another sting in your chest. ‘And I think a part of you still loves me. I asked you to come here when I needed something, when I needed you, and you came without hesitation… people only do that when something still lingers between them.’ Harold’s eyes were filling with tears. ‘Last night, I thought I was going to die. I thought I would never again have the chance to prove that… we built something extraordinary and it will forever entwine us in more ways than we can conceive. I thought I would never get the chance to tell you how beautiful you are, and how I never believed myself to be worthy of you.’
You let a tear fall down your cheek, not having the energy to wipe it away anymore, you never did these days.
‘You asked me once,’ Harold continued. ‘Why I always gave you options, why I always told you that saying no was okay… I didn’t lie to you, but I’m not sure I ever realised the whole truth. I was giving you the option to walk away. To find someone like Alec to be with, because I knew that the time I got with you was everything I’d always wanted. And nothing lasts forever, so if you decided it was over, I convinced myself that I would be okay with that. I think at one time, I may have even believed it enough that it could be true… but then you agreed to marry me, and everything changed.’
You couldn’t stop your tears flooding from your face, but Harold kept going.
‘When you said yes, I knew that no matter what happened, I would spend the rest of my life with you in one way or another. I knew that I’d set myself up for heartbreak, because the second you decided you wanted to leave, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.’
‘So, making me believe you were dead was the solution?’ You said through stuttered breath.
‘It was a unique situation,’ Harold knew that was the wrong way to say it. ‘I always thought you could do better. I thought if I left, you would move on and live out your dreams and find someone who could give you more than I could.’
You sniffed, shaking your head. ‘And what about now?’
‘Now?’ Harold repeated. ‘Now, I see the truth, which was that it wasn’t my choice.’ He took another tentative step towards you. ‘I forgot to give you the option to stay with me, to help me after the accident… to care for me. If I had, I might have felt relief much sooner in my life.’
You nodded. ‘I would have made you get surgery.’
‘I know.’ Harold gave a brief smile. ‘I’m sorry I hurt you. It seems such a small thing to say given how you feel, but it’s true. I understand if you blame me for what happened, and if you decide to remain upset with me… I will understand that as well, but you should know something.’ Harold took the last step towards you, his body heat touching your skin. ‘There is nothing in this world that will change the way I feel for you, and there is nothing anyone can do that will hurt me more than the pain of knowing I hurt you for a second time.’ You frowned, asking the question. ‘If I had died last night, there would be no way for you to tell if it was real or not. Given the way I know you still feel about me, you may have believed it to be another fake and gone looking for me, which would have resulted in one of two things happening: either you would fail and realise you were chasing a ghost, or you would simply continue on. Lingering.’ Harold’s face contorted with pain once more. ‘I can’t do that to you again.’
You just stood crying in front of Harold, not knowing why you couldn’t stop and hoping he could take away the pain.
‘You’re right.’ You whispered, your breathing still heavy. ‘I do blame you for what happened.’ Harold didn’t seem anymore hurt or surprised. ‘But I am trying so hard not to, because I know the truth as well. None of this is your fault alone. We both made the machine what it is, and it saves a lot of people. It does it’s job and we couldn’t ask for more than that. It’s one of the reasons I’m so glad we put it out of reach.’ It was Harold’s turn to frown, making your mouth flicker a smile. ‘If I could get access to the machine, I would have done so much damage. I would have not only found you, but I would have gone looking for the people who killed Nathan.’ Harold kept his frown, not sure whether to believe you. ‘I’d never felt anger like it, and I don’t know what I would have done if I found the ones responsible.’
Harold instinctively lifted his hand to wipe your cheeks and for a fraction of a second you froze. You weren’t ready to be touched just yet. And Harold noticed.
‘I’m sorry.’ He breathed, slowly taking his hand away.
‘It’s okay.’ You shook your head. ‘You didn’t do that to me.’
‘No, but I did other things that were just as bad.’ Harold admitted.
You both stayed quiet for a while, just watching each other, awkwardly figuring out whether you should move away, but nothing seemed to be the right choice.
‘I miss waking up next to you.’ Harold suddenly said. ‘I miss making you laugh.’ He swallowed thickly. ‘Thank you for coming, for being with me a while. I know it must have been hard for you.’
You gave a brief smile. ‘That’s the thing. I actually found it the easiest thing I’ve done in a long time.’ There was a flicker of hope that drifted over Harold’s face, but you didn’t want him to hold too tightly to it. ‘I don’t know whether that was to do with yours or my needs, Harold. I may have been selfish.’
‘You know I never minded that.’ He said like instinct. ‘I always wanted you to have exactly what you wanted and never feel bad about asking for it.’
You nodded, another smile emerging on your face. ‘Yeah, and there was a lot I wanted from you. I wonder now if I didn’t give enough back.’
Harold shook his head to stop your train of thought. ‘Just being with me and being happy was all I ever asked for from you. That was more than enough for me.’ He could still see the doubt in your eyes. ‘That picture of us in your office, I remember that night vividly. It was a charity event that Nathan invited us to, it was the last time you wore that dress that you weren’t sure about.’
You started to remember what he was talking about. ‘It wasn’t that I wasn’t sure about it, it was just that I didn’t feel like myself at those things and the dress was… revealing.’
You both chuckled, quietly. ‘It was.’ Harold nodded. ‘But, for me, it was a blessing to know that everyone who looked at you in that dress might have been able to see a fraction of your beauty the way I see it. To understand just how important you are to the world and how lucky I was to be standing with you.’
Four years ago.
‘Are you sure the dress is still fine?’ You asked, adjusting your green dress in the hotel room mirror so that it covered your chest appropriately. ‘I feel like I might be wearing it in a little too much.’
Harold sighed coming up behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he spoke low against your neck. ‘You’re beautiful, the dress has nothing to do with it, but feel free to take it off.’
He made you giggle, before kissing below your ear and grabbing his jacket. Harold always had a way to make you smile when you felt insecure about yourself, or when you needed a distraction from what was going on around you. He was always there and you hoped he would be for a long time to come.
You went down to the function where Nathan was waiting to greet you. He pecked your cheek and shook Harold’s hand, you even danced together at one point, Harold watching on and feeling the familiar pang of jealousy that it wasn’t him holding you.
He sat at the table in the corner and just watched as you laughed at something Nathan said. Harold couldn’t express how much he adored you and Nathan getting along, he was worried you wouldn’t and at that point he wouldn’t have known what to do.
Harold finally got the chance to dance with you, but before you could get onto the dancefloor, Nathan insisted on a photo. Harold was nervous, he wasn’t one for public photos, but you seemed okay with it.
‘Just relax.’ You chuckled, your hand going to his chest, keeping his focus on you.
Harold’s hand immediately went around your waist, the other sliding into his trouser pocket and he was suddenly captivated by your expression. It was the same one that told him you loved every part of who he was, no matter what that was. The one that told him you only ever wanted to kiss him for the rest of your life.
Barely six months into your relationship and all Harold could do was think how you were the one for him. No questions.
‘Go dance.’ Nathan cheered, neither of you noticing that he’d even taken the picture, but Harold was grateful for the relief.
You swayed together on the dance floor, Harold couldn’t get enough of feeling your body close, feeling your soft hand placed in his, whispering low and making you giggle at small things that neither of you would ever remember.
‘Thank you for this, Harold.’ You said, tears in the corners of your eyes from laughing so much.
‘You’re welcome, but the night isn’t over yet.’ He flirted.
It made you laugh again, but you shook your head. ‘I don’t just mean tonight, I mean the last few months, taking me to events and… making me happy.’
It warmed Harold’s whole being to hear you say it. ‘It’s been a privilege.’ Harold told you. ‘Truly.’
You stayed dancing together for a little while longer, but when the opportunity arose, Harold suggested you go somewhere more private, like your hotel room.
‘Tell me what you want.’ You whispered against Harold’s lips as you entered the room, your arms around his shoulders, his around your waist.
‘To see you smile, hear you laugh.’ Harold smiled.
‘That’s not what I meant.’ You hummed, feeling his body pressing a little more into you.
‘I know what you meant.’ Harold pressed a soft kiss to your lips. ‘The answer is the same either way. I just want you to smile.’
Harold was an enigma, one you were sure would always hold some mystery for you, you were never really sure if he meant what he said or just giving you what he thought you wanted.
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Healing Mountain / Mercy
Where is he going? He's running, to nowhere. His past was ashes and he had no future, not while he still roamed this plane. Death would claim him but he would meet him mounted and free. He would not let his last breath in an Ironclad camp.
The cover for Healing Mountain. Inspired by Wardruna's song, Lyfjaberg.
I made this in Paintstorm, from a photobashed composition. One day I'll paint John Reese in full armor and a sword as tall as him.
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I rewatched PoI recently and went into full brainrot. The result is a short daemon AU/character study of our main heroes. John’s POV, but of course there’s Root/Shaw content in there because they’re my best girls even 7 years later 🥹
#person of interest#poi#root poi#root#sameen shaw#john reese#harold finch#joss carter#lionel fusco#shoot poi#daemon au#his dark materials au#fanfiction#fanfic#root x shaw#root/shaw
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Damaged by KaticaLocke
Chapters: 40/40
Word Count: 107,661
Summary:
What happens when Reese can’t be in two places at once? Tough choices and tragedy bring Finch and Reese together, but will Mark Snow and the CIA tear them apart? How much damage can two men survive?
Notes:
It's an absolute monster of a fic, but don't let the word count stop you from reading this. If you like whump, angst or some good old fashioned hurt/comfort, then this is the fic for you. Though I do feel inclined to warn you that this particular fic is filled to the brim with extremely dark themes, so if you read this please mind the tags. The fic does a great job of touching on trauma, pining, torture and trust. Plus, we get to see a more vulnerable side to Finch and Reese, and who doesn't love that?
#harold finch#john reese#person of interest#rinch#john reese x harold finch#ao3fic#fanfic#fanfiction recommendation#fanart#fanfic rec
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Person of Interest (Praise + Personal Stuff)
MY STORY
Follow me through fanfiction, reality, and my love of film real quick! I'll do my best to be concise.
I first learned about Person of Interest through Tumblr user and famous ao3 writer, astolat. I think I was reading some of their various fics from other fandoms and saw just how many fics they had written for this "Person of Interest" thing. So I started reading, doing my best to avoid spoilers (it didn't work) and fell in love with the characters. Or at least fandom interpretation of them hahaha
Anyway, time goes by. I watched Fanvids, a historical movie where Michael Emerson (Finch) acted his heart out, and refound my love for Taraji P. Henson (Carter). And eventually, I caved and watched the show.
It's great y'all. The writing is not always perfect, but I never expect perfection lol. Still, I have to acquiesce the show has its own goofy moments, but the actors eat it up every time. Especially Henson.
Good lord, that woman is in a league of her own. After her I'd say Emerson is the next best actor, but still. Henson is just amazing to watch. So if you want to see some Black Excellence, Black Woman Excellence at that, the show provides.
THE ACTUAL SHOW
It is such a good show, let me pitch real quick:
A Kooky paranoid billionaire hires an ex-military man scarred by the government running on trauma, guilt, and heavy artillery. The two have a boss/employee, partners, besties, married couple vibe going on. They work with two detectives, one that used to be dirty and another with a heart of gold. They have such fun interactions all on their own as well as with the other two men. Together they all stop crime bc the kooky paranoid man created a machine that spies on all of us all of the time. Because 9/11 was a tragedy (duh.) and the government wants to stop it from happening again. But the government is...well...the government.
No matter who you are, what political party you align with, or where you are, no one fully trusts the government. And the show plays off that heavily.
Also, there is a wonderfully sapphic relationship between two characters (Root and Shaw) but I'm on at the very beginning of season 2 so...idk how that even starts lol. But hey, I'm all for representation!
Also (no spoilers) but from what I've had spoiled, the ending is pretty sad for all parties.
Anywhoo it is a really cute show with some absolutely amazing and deep relationships. These characters got me clinging to the show far more than the plot and the plot is actually fire.
So watch it or don't idc, but here were my two cents! (And of course gifs for your troubles)
#person of interest#poi#harold finch#john reese#bear the dog#joss carter#the machine#root x shaw#root#lionel fusco#sameen shaw#season 2#taraji p. henson#michael emerson#critique#praise#tv shows#astolat#ao3 fanfic#i love media
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read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3zpgfRq
by DuckisDuck
John Reese just wants to go home.
Words: 629, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Episode: s02e13 Dead Reckoning (Person of Interest TV), Pre-Slash, Episode: s02e12 Prisoner's Dilemma (Person of Interest TV)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3zpgfRq
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Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese
Characters: Leila Smith (Person of Interest), Root | Samantha Groves, The Machine (Person of Interest), Sameen Shaw, John Greer (Person of Interest)
Additional Tags: Falling out, Getting Together, Pining John Reese, Adoption, Miscommunication, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Burnout - Freeform, Minor Character Deaths, Angst, and Fluff!
Series: Part 4 of POI works
Summary:
John came back from Colorado and he came back from Italy, but Harold is still keeping secrets and trusts him less than ever. He decides for the third and last time to leave New York and the numbers behind, and this time he’s determined that it’s going to take.
But the Machine has a new mission with stakes that he can't ignore, and this ex-government hit man is the perfect person for the job — no matter what it costs him.
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Fic Rec List for a] s01e03: Mission Creep b] s01e04: Cura Te Ipsum
*waves* hi! long time. but here:
For s1e03:
All He'd Had to Do Was Ask - jedibuttercup
Reese muses about him and Finch after the episode.
There aren’t many fics for Mission Creep, so here’s a fic set before Cura Te Ipsum: Of Bones Are Coral Made - callmecathy
John's alcoholism, wasn't discussed on the show at all after he joins Finch and gains a purpose, this fic, deals with that issue, and depicts Reese & Finch's growing partnership beautifully. CW: Alcoholism.
For s1e04:
The Guy in No. 4 - richmahogany
Set in the beginning, a scene between Harold & Megan Tillman, at the hospital - nicely done.
Playing God - brodie-wan
John and his thoughts during the last scene of the ep (you know the one)
Andrew and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - ElliQuinn
Andrew Benton's thoughts of the last scene of the episode. Well done, and quite chilling.
He Has His Reasons - jedibuttercup
Post episode, Harold has some thoughts about John. Quiet, and oh, so good.
Cura Te Ipsum - PapayaK
A neat fic exploring why the title might have been chosen for the episode, beautiful - also explores the growing partnership between Reese & Finch.
Every Step of The Way - Maekala, Podcath
Post ep, as the summary says, without giving much away: Finch supports Reese's decision and stays with him every step of the way.
A beautiful fic showing their friendship, trust in each other - partnership solidifying. Also has a podfic link in the fic itself.
Lessons - Dimity Blue (Arnie)
Has references to 1.21 Many Happy Returns. Post episode, Summary says it best, Peter Arndt and Andrew Benton don’t know that they owe their being in this predicament to the same man
Tagging: @potcpoi @argylepiratewd @nourann @benfinchemerson @detective-fiasco @ktophers @stingalingaling @ununpredictableme @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @themirokai
#person of interest#fic recs#mission creep#cura te ipsum#john reese#harold finch#poi fic recs#person of interest fic recs#fanfic rec
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Fandom: Person of Interest (TV), Kushiel's Legacy - Jacqueline Carey
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Oaths & Vows, Breaking Celibacy Vows, Cassiline Reese was just too perfect to resist, Asexuality Spectrum, Explicit Sexual Content, Feelings Realization, Porn with Feelings
Summary:
Harold de Rocaille aims to utilize a masked celebration to evesdrop on those who would ignore a pair of lovers. Who better to help him act the part than his oath-sworn Cassiline protector?
It's just an act, after all. Cassilines are sworn to celibacy, and even if they weren't... why would one such as John Reese ever desire him?
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Because I am always, always a whore for these two sweet broken darlings finding love and happiness together <3
#rinch#person of interest#poi#harold finch#john reese#kushiel's legacy#poi fanfic#my writing#demisexual john reese#demisexual harold finch#always fucking love putting them on the scale#but especially in fantasy france
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Third sketch of the day! Man, I clearly missed drawing on paper.
Inspired by a scene in this lovely fic, What's More Human by @argylepiratewd.
#my drawing#fanart#john reese#harold finch#rinch#rinch fanart#poi fanart#person of interest#inspired by fanfic#artists on Tumblr
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Happy Wednesday
Chapter 16
It had been weeks of therapy and physio, you were getting used to your body again. You’d been through all this before, but this time, you didn’t have Harold to help you through. The first time you’d been at a club and had your drink spiked, it wasn’t your usual scene, but you made an exception, and the result was catastrophic.
Harold was kind to you, you knew he noticed, but he never pressed the subject, he just kept his distance and allowed you to process things on your own. This time it was different, you were on your own and you really didn’t want to be.
A message had come through to your phone, from Harold, asking whether you had any pull to retrieve a Cuban taxi driver’s family. He sent you the details and the following week they were arriving in New York.
Harold sent a thank you text, but you would have preferred a phone call. Then it was a text to help break into bank security to cover up an escape, then it was to help get John out of jail. The one that had you phoning him was when he asked you to look at some code he’d found at a high school.
‘Is this how we’re going to communicate now?’ You asked, sitting back in your office chair and gazing out at the morning washing over the city. ‘Mysterious text messages asking for favours?’
‘I would have called to ask how you’re doing, but I imagined you would rather not talk to me directly just yet.’ You could hear the sounds of him walking through a crowd. ‘I was giving you the space you needed.’ You listened to him stopping. ‘Was that the wrong thing to do?’
You breathed in deeply. ‘What do you need, Harold?’
‘I need help understanding the code,’ Harold kept walking. ‘And the student, I’m having trouble communicating with him.’
‘You want me to come down there? Make contact?’ You asked, leaning forward, about ready to get up and leave your office.
‘No, it’s okay.’ Harold assured you. ‘I can handle things on this end, just… if you could keep an eye out and work on that code. I’d be grateful.’
You agreed and Harold sent you all the information he had and it only took you an afternoon to realise what was going on.
You raced to the train station where Harold met with you.
‘You’re sure about this?’ He asked, panting.
‘I’m certain,’ you said, catching your breath. ‘Caleb can’t live with the guilt of what happened to his brother, he thinks the world will be better off without him in it; he will try and end his life tonight. Harold, we need to find him.’
Harold felt a whip in his chest, he wondered if you were speaking from experience. You made your way into the station and sure enough Caleb was sitting there, waiting for a train.
‘Go and talk to him.’ You said, quietly.
‘It might be more prudent for you to talk to him,’ Harold countered. ‘You have more experience of this.’
You just looked at him, hating that he noticed. ‘Believe me, Harold, you’ll get through to him.’
Harold saw something in your face that made him decide you were right. He went over and sat with Caleb, trying to find the right words to give a broken seventeen year old boy.
He told him how the world didn’t have any extra pieces, it was better with him in it, the people who loved him were better with him in it.
‘Take it from someone who thought leaving was better for everyone,’ Harold couldn’t help his gaze flickering towards you. ‘And then found out otherwise.’
Caleb turned to see you standing there next to Fusco, your long grey coat wrapped around your body, your soft bare legs slotting into the heels you wore for work and your hair framing your face perfectly. You were always stunning to Harold.
‘That’s Evelyn Brooke. You left her?’ Caleb frowned.
Harold nodded. ‘The worst mistake I ever made.’
‘No offence, Mr Swift, but why should I take advice from a guy who let someone like that go?’
Harold smiled, gently. ‘Because she’s still here. She’s happier now that we’re… well, we’re not back together, but she’s happier, even if she doesn’t quite realise it yet.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘The reason she fell in love with me, she always maintained, was because I could look at her face and know exactly what she was thinking, or what she needed.’ Harold looked back at the train tracks. ‘People just want to be loved and cared for, you and I have the capability of identifying those people who need it most and provide that.’ Harold turned to Caleb. ‘Your mother won’t get better with money, just like Evelyn didn’t fall in love with me for my money. In fact, without it, I believe that Evelyn and your mother would love us even more. But we need to give them that chance to do so.’
Caleb sat for a moment and Harold wondered if he’d gotten through to him. He glanced up at you and saw the faintest smile on your face, he’d succeeded in doing what you wanted from him. The train came and went and Caleb was still alive. It was as much a relief to you as it was to him.
Fusco took Caleb home and dealt with Lorenzo. Harold walked you to your car, hoping for a few more moments with you.
‘No security with you?’ He asked, but you just smiled.
‘They’re around.’ You said, cryptically.
‘That’s good to hear.’ Harold hated that you’d parked so close. ‘Thank you for helping with this. While John is in Rykers, taking care of the numbers has proven difficult on my own.’
‘Well, if you need anything else, you know where to find me.’
Harold nodded. ‘Should I call next time?’
You sighed and looked up the street for a distraction. ‘You know, Harold, I’m still finding it difficult. My therapist keeps telling me it’s just a matter of time, but I’m still not sure.’
He hated to hear it, but he couldn’t blame you. ‘I understand.’ He swallowed. ‘It’s good that you’re seeing a therapist, is it helping?’
You frowned. ‘You don’t know? You haven’t tapped my phone to listen in?’
Harold frowned as well. ‘That would be an invasion of your privacy. I thought what you needed was space.’
‘It is, I just…’ You didn’t have to finish the sentence.
‘You thought I’d do it anyway.’ Harold said, annoyed, but trying not to be. ‘You don’t trust me anymore.’
‘I don’t trust anyone, you know that.’ You countered.
‘Yes, but…’ Harold didn’t want to finish his sentence. ‘Just tell me how to fix this. ‘
‘I told you.’ You were at risk of breaking. ‘Just give me space, let me process this.’
Harold didn’t have a response, instead, he just let you get into your car and leave. You’d never argued like that before, sometimes you disagreed, mostly about money, but never about trust. Harold had prided himself on you always trusting him, but it seemed that was no longer the case, and he had no idea what he had in reserve.
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Person of Interest Fanfic - Recalibration
Summary: When Harold Finch first built the Machine, he never expected it to call him "father." He also never expected it to one day knock on his door using a human avatar. AU of Season 4 finale.
Genre: Found Family Drama; Angst and Humor
Rating: T
Originally posted on FFN. Now being uploaded to AO3, starting with Chapter 1!
#Person of Interest#POI#Recalibration#Harold Finch#The Machine#John Reese#Root#The Machine is a sneaky brilliant AI#And becoming more human#All the AI stuff around us now inspired me to get back to this fic#If you read please review!
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for the fanfic meme!
1 and 20! 😁
What is your favorite trope to write?
Hmmm... I think it depends a bit on the show I'm writing for. I like to explore whatever will offer maximum feels. Angst and fluff and feels. So, for White Collar, it's often Peter and Neal starting with some angsty situation (a kidnapping, a canon event full of angst, some classic h/c), only so I can have them realizing how much the other cares about them. Yeah, I think the main theme of my Peter/Neal fics turn around this idea. There's a bit of that in my Person of Interest fics (probably a lot of my fics, across fandoms, now that I realize it). A character who doesn't think he's worth saving/loving, realizing their friend would stop at nothing to save them. That they mean the world to them.
In Zorro and Forever, because there's the secret identity thing I like writing Reveal fics, or all the angst coming from the impossibility to reveal one's secret.
20. Hardest character to write/get the characterization correct for?
characters with a lot of complex vocabulary (Harold Finch) or very colorful way of speaking (Mozzie, Fusco) are always a challenge, because I miss the vocabulary - or (for Mozzie) the quote dictionary XD
thank you for playing! :)
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Dark Rinch Fic Rec
Dark!Finch
Reformat by MnemonicMadness
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,668
Summary:
Something breaks in him in that triage room. The high-pitched whine of the heart monitor replaces Nathan’s heartbeat, and something in Harold shatters, runs out of him like his blood between his fingers where he cups his neck as he slowly, painstakingly gets up. The world has always been refracted into different pictures through the facets of his mind but it was Nathan, always Nathan providing him with a true north, the pattern to which he knows to reset the kaleidoscope. Or perhaps, the main incentive for such a reset.
His mind is already turning again, assessing everything he knows about the people who murdered Nathan in a new light, a new facet, a new pattern through the kaleidoscope.
They broke him, and in return, he breaks his own rules.
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Or: After losing Nathan, instead of reassessing his morals and becoming a better person, Harold abandons a lot of them.
even the fist was once an open hand by the_ragnarok
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 11,720
Summary:
John is sent to stop Harold, the evil mastermind. Harold keeps John as a stress-relief toy.
Unconditional Surrender by astolat
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,358
Summary:
"Will you promise me to go?" Harold said.
Decima!John
File Corrupted by MnemonicMadness
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 4,076
Summary:
"You were sent here to kill me." A statement of fact, not a question, and he hopes against hope that the heartbreak his voice carries will sound like an accusation. He feels John flinch.
Exit Status by MnemonicMadness
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,458
Summary:
A hint of a tired smile steals itself onto his lips, fleeting like the breeze brings it and takes it away. The first rays of the morning sun warm his face, making his skin feel alive even as he feels more blood soaking his clothes and it occurs to him that chances are that this is the last morning he will see. His next breath shudders, the one after that is steady and deep. He opens his eyes and feels his heart shatter in his chest.
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Or: The return 0 rooftop scene, but with a version of John who works for Samaritan.
Dark!Team Machine
Hide and Seek by ConstantCrisis, MisterTiberius
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 6,704
Summary:
Tom Fuller marched through the front door with two steaming cups of black coffee in hand, his jaw set as he passed through the lobby. It felt like the entire site was holding its breath, every agent present filled with nervous energy, which caused him to scowl as he moved through the impersonal hallways. It had been a grueling few years, but about four hours ago his team had finally been able to capture John Reese, the right hand man of a very elusive, very dangerous hacker.
Family Bonding by ConstantCrisis, MisterTiberius
Chapters: 1/2
Word Count: 5,439
Summary:
"I brought some good, old-fashioned board games." Shaw strutted back to her discarded bag and upended the contents out onto the dining table. Harold’s brows rose in surprise as a wide variety of board games spilled out, hitting the polished wood with a considerable amount of noise.
"Not that I don't appreciate the gesture but, if you don't mind me asking, what brought this on?"
"I read online that sitting down together and playing board games can be a family bonding experience." Shaw shrugged.
#harold finch#john reese#person of interest#rinch#john reese x harold finch#ao3fic#fanfic#fic rec#fic recommendation
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Been thinking about how 'Billionaire genius' is an oxymoron and I need to see less of them in fiction.
And also about how difficult it is to write a billionaire realistically, because they are necessarily so far removed from normalcy or any kind of check or balance.
Like, if you wrote Elon Musk, the character would come off so ridiculous and fake.
But also, take Bill Gates. Wtf is his life like? Yeah, sure, malaria work, COVID vaccine, blah, blah. But if you're still a billionaire, you haven't had the sense to realise that no single person is bright enough or objective enough to responsibly use that much power or distribute that much money.
We are all fickle humans with plentiful issues and blind spots - never met anyone who wasn't. We all need checks and balances. The ego involved in thinking it should be up to you to distribute that much money alone should automatically discount you. Even if you're employing a lot of people to advise you, you thought it should be up to you to select those people.
There's no way to do that morally. And that should be obvious. So in the question of there ever being a billionaire who is worthy of admiration, you have already failed. But you've also just... become so far removed from ordinary people that you can't *see* it. Even if you were relatively bright to begin with.
Your vision is astonishingly warped.
So, I kind of feel sick to my stomach every time I read or watch a character who is meant to be a billionaire genius. But I also wonder how one writes a billionaire realistically.
I don't know. I feel like anything you wrote about them that WAS realistic would FEEL wrong. Because it wouldn't feel human. It wouldn't feel like any real humans you actually know.
It would have to be a heightened character, like Miles Bron. Alternatively: Miles Bron is entirely realistic, but he had to be in a heightened setting where a smart character like Benoit Blanc lampshades his inability to process Bron's disconnect from reality in order for the audience to buy it.
This post honestly didn't start out being about Glass Onion. I was thinking about how uncomfortable I get with fanfic depictions of Elijah Kamski* and how on Earth I could write about a billionaire in my original fiction android novel, but I guess it just goes to show how superb Glass Onion is.
Alas, brilliant though that is, it's just not my writing style.
*Kamski is, at least, a repulsive human being in canon. Charismatic/sympathetic characters like Tony Stark and Harold Finch are much more problematic, precisely because we're supposed to LIKE them.
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Nesting for Fugitives
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/isP4XJ1
by ArgylePirateWD
Recently divorced John Riley is struggling to adapt to single fatherhood and fighting a losing battle with his six-year-old son over math homework. Harold Sparrow is trying his best to recover from severe injuries and avoid forging new relationships of any kind with anyone. But John's son needs a tutor, and when he learns that his reclusive downstairs neighbor is a tech genius, he knows exactly who to ask.
Can Harold resist a handsome man bearing baked goods? Can John resist an enigma with a soft smile and a sharp brain? And do the two of them have a lot more in common than they might think—including secrets that could tear their budding relationship apart?
Words: 6232, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English
Fandoms: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese, Jessica Arndt, Lionel Fusco, Nathan Ingram, Rick Dillinger, The Machine (Person of Interest), Bear (Person of Interest), Will Ingram, Joseph "Joey" Durban, Shayne Coleman, Original Child Character(s)
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese, Harold Finch & Nathan Ingram, Harold Finch & The Machine, past Jessica Arndt/John Reese, past Harold Finch/Grace Hendricks - Relationship, pre-Grace Hendricks/Nathan Ingram
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Single Parents, Disability, Falling In Love, Baked Goods, Food as a Metaphor for Love, internalized ableism, Domestic, Knitting, Fatherhood, Fluff and Angst
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/isP4XJ1
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