#haroldfinch

A Really Private Person by astolat

The end of the world started on a Wednesday in March.

less bigger than the least begin by queenklu

“Mr. Gully is my former employee,” says Finch, fingers splayed over another stack of printouts, Gully’s blank-smiling face lurking in the upper left corner.

“Oh.” John waits, but Harold doesn’t add anything, doesn’t move except where his fingertips are twitching against the paper. "Forgive me for saying so, Harold, but that seems like the kind of information you’d lead with.”

A Slight Miscalculation by skepwith

Reese is an incubus that Finch summons by mistake.

The wizard isn’t at all what John expected. He’s slight, with a beakish nose, pale eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses, and receding hair that stands up straight like it’s surprised. In his brown three-piece suit, he looks like a teacher at an old-fashioned boys’ school. But it isn’t his nebbishy appearance that throws John—it’s his expression. Most summoners greet him with a leer or a blush; this man looks, well, baffled.

The Raven Project by iteration

Reese tries to tail Finch over and over but never sees his home. Eventually, his imagination starts to run away with him.

Technical Support by astolat

The IFT Plaza security team wasn't what John would have called the brightest stars in the firmament.

All the things we don’t talk about by iteration

Finch moved his hand, and asked Reese to follow it with his eyes. He made a tiny clucking noise. Which was absurd because Finch appeared to be just as addled and confounded as Reese. "Mr. Reese, you're not well… You should get some rest."

Motivations by JenNova

John never wears gloves. Finch bought John an apartment full of windows. And why.

Dangerous If Unbound by astolat

The Texas sun beating down was merciless, almost a physical weight on his shoulders. John couldn't move even to change the angle: the collar was tight, the cuffs were tight, and the chains had been pulled to their limits.

A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement by Toft

Harold and John begin a casual sex arrangement. It doesn't go particularly well.

Belonging by nogoaway

The engraving is a thin cursive font; elegant, but not pompous or flowery. Even in the light it's small, and John has to squint to see. It reads: Belonging to Harold R. Wren.

John feels his mouth quirk up. 'Belonging to'. Not 'Property of'. It was the kind of distinction that Harold was always concerned with. Of course he'd have something engraved custom rather than put his name, even a false one, to a statement he didn't believe. Bear wasn't anyone's property. But he belonged somewhere. He belonged to someone.

Hamartia (the hero’s fatal flaw) by astolat

"We're not looking to make friends, Harold," John said. "We want our neighbors to classify us and then avoid us. Being the scandalous gay couple down the street is a good option."

Short Fic

The Silenus Club by Speranza

"I won't insult you by explaining the nature of the club," Harold said in a low voice.

Date Night by Spatz

“Mr. Reese, what is that sound?”

“I’m making popcorn,” John said, like it was obvious.

Kept Man by esteefee

John knows what Finch is doing; does he?

why don’t we get together and call ourselves an institute by leupagus

“It’s perfectly logical. We’re bound to be caught at some point together, and as far as I can see there’s no downside to connecting Mr. Warren to Mr. Wren socially. We’ll have an easier time explaining ourselves being together if we’re observed being together, and since you’ve vetoed all of my suggestions for activities that you could take up—“

“I’m not joining a bowling league, Harold,” John says firmly.

A More Subtle Trap by Giddygeek

There is a danger here, although it isn't John himself--it's what John's closeness makes Harold want.

Ring by Speranza

A phone rang. Finch stilled, head tilted, listening. The pay phone was housed on top of a low grey metal stand in front of the corner deli. Instinctively, Reese glanced up and saw the red glowing eye of the camera. Finch had already started for the phone, but Reese put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's for me," Reese said.

What’s On the Table by cortue

Harold is fairly certain this is a fruitless endeavor, but he finds he can’t forget the question now that he’s asked it of himself. What does John actually enjoy?

Catch a Boat to England, Baby (Maybe to Spain) by leupagus

The car door opens and one of the soldiers slides in, almost braining Harold with the butt of his gun. "Sorry, sir," the soldier says, breathless, "I thought you were in the other car — but you weren't — so I had to jump out and—"

"Who are you?" Harold says, but the soldier's familiar; the tall one who'd looked embarrassed.

And who still looks embarrassed. "Oh. Sorry, sir. Um. John Harris. Private Harris? I'm your um, assigned unit. Sir.” He sticks out a hand.

Losing Control by Neery

"It's got to be some messed-up new designer drug," Carter said. 

Love And Marriage by astolat

"Harold," John said, "are you asking me to marry you for your money?"

"Well, Mr. Reese," Harold said, "given how much of it you've spent already, I don't really see how you can complain."

Absolutely Necessary and Altogether Impossible by esteefee

Reese braked suddenly. "Stay in the car," he said, and then slid out and pounded away into Washington Square Park, and there wasn't even a Number—they were just enjoying an evening drive after the concert.

Circle Completing the Square by jjtaylor

There’s nothing wrong with needing to be told what to do.

Press My Nose to the Glass Around Your Heart by Perpetual Motion

He states rather than asks because time has shown that stating garners better results.

Layover by nogoaway

"I said no such thing. Only that it would be unethical, not to mention unwise, to sleep with an employee."

Escapism by astolat

The surprise was, this time he didn't open his eyes in a hotel room in Mexico.  

Trophy Husband by killalla

Never underestimate the allure of the game. And never fight a land war in Asia.

let’s be clear, i’ll trust no one by violentdaylight

“You’re not expendable,” Mr. Finch had said, standing too close to him, and even though John had the advantage of height over him, John’s knees were nearly buckling at the unyielding expression on his face, those clear blue eyes staring him down.

Echoes by eris

If it were predictable, they wouldn't call it shock.

pretense never suited us by the_ragnarok

A drug that removes inhibitions has an unexpected effect on John.

The Third Time by drifterskip

It takes time and stressful circumstances for Finch and Reese to comprehend just how much they could mean to each other. Feelings are dangerous. Then again, nearly everything they do is dangerous.

When he was forced to do so, Finch didn’t just break people, the way Reese did. No, Finch destroyed them, if need be. To protect the things in this life that Finch held dear, he could and would stop at nothing.

you knew who I was with every step that I ran to you by violentdaylight

"Hmmh, blow jobs, Harold,“ John says, as if Harold is being especially dense. "You know. Giving head, sucking someone off.“ He considers for a moment. "Oral sex.“

"I understand what a blow job is, Mr. Reese,“ Harold says with a desperate edge to his voice. "Please go to sleep.“

In which John has trouble expressing how he feels. Harold can relate.

PWP

Are you ready (for what I’m about to do to you?) by iteration

"Will you ever tell me your real name, Harold?"

"You know several of my real names, John."

For Tomorrow by astolat

Harold said, softly, without looking at him, "I told you once we'd most likely end up dead." (post 2x10)

Triceps Brachii by judgebunnie

It was getting to be a problem.

High Risk by Toft

“I’ll be indisposed for a day or two, Mr Reese,” Finch says. He sounds strained, embarrassed. “If a number comes through, I have every confidence that you will manage it. I’d be grateful if you didn’t try to contact me.”

Gift of the Magi by astolat

She said, "You're not ignoring it on purpose, are you? You don't even know

need not by the_ragnarok

Harold spite-masturbates. John catches him with his pants down.

Self Defense by Speranza

There were heavy velvet curtains over the windows.

Prudent Is the New Sexy by LadyDrace

Having to work around chronic injuries doesn't mean that sex has to be difficult.

a brief history of pain relief by violentdaylight

"I hope you're not planning on letting Detective Riley develop a drug habit," Harold says.

Set after 4x16, in which we learn about Harold's familiarity with medical marijuana.

Peak Effect by astolat

"Ask me something," Harold said abruptly. "Anything—anything you want to know—"

Behavioral Therapy by esteefee

Finch wants something out of John. The trick is figuring it out when John can barely think.

Secrets I have held in my heart (I just wanna be yours) by violentdaylight

“This is how it will go,” Harold says conversationally. “I won’t touch you, I won’t kiss you, in fact I won’t do anything to you at all. I’ll just sit here,” he says, letting himself sink against the upholstery, “and enjoy the view.”

The Rest is Silence by hedda62

Finch was in the Library multitasking, feeding Bear and forging a research grant while making puns about computer bugs and (Reese was pretty sure) Hamlet; Reese was in the bathroom in his loft dressing abrasions and thinking vaguely about Finch's voice as antibiotic ointment. Or possibly lubricant.

Intimacy by astolat

"Well, Harold," John said, shrugging, "I guess we're going to get to know each other better."

Gen

The Great Friendship Caper by galaxysoup

Finch comes up with a way to curb Leon’s tendency to wind up in trouble. Unfortunately for Reese, the NYPD, and several (mostly) innocent bystanders, it involves socializing.

a lone star shining (sun is rising) by hito

John leaves the hotel before the night is out. Episode tag for 215.

Pen Pals by galaxysoup