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Finch/Reese - everyone thinks they're dating

(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Carter/Fusco/Leon/Zoe/Shaw/that random person on the street who meets John's friend Harold is shocked to learn that Finch and Reese aren't actually romantically involved (because they're idiots, not because they don't want to be).

Re: Finch/Reese - everyone thinks they're dating

(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I would read this 10 times over again. +1

Reese/Finch Bikram Yoga

(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Reese wasn't lying about the yoga class. It's Bikram Yoga and Finch sees him when he's in the same gym for his PT.

Reese finds out that Finch and Fusco are dating

(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Reese finds out that Finch and Fusco are dating. Finch/Fusco or Finch/Fusco/Reese, either way - I just want to know how he reacts. Is he a dick about it? Is he secretly scared for what this means for his friendship with Finch? Is he jealous? How scared would Fusco be of his reaction?
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Vid Prompt - Finch, Character-Centric, "Englishman In New York"

[personal profile] killalla 2013-04-08 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure if it's worth it to wait and see if it would fit better with Greer (who *is* English) or the mysterious Decima, but I was listening to this recently, and I just started laughing with the appropriateness.

"Takes more than combat gear to make a man,
Takes more than a license for a gun.
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk, but never run."

NB: Sting was inspired to write the song after meeting Quentin Crisp!

root & shaw, you almost had me

(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
when shaw finds root she tries to get some answers and root almost convinces shaw that she's doing what's right and everyone else is wrong (since we know she has a way of getting into people's heads). what is root's misstep? what does she say that accidentally breaks the spell?

John/Harold: Couples Cooking Class

(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
They have to go to a Couples Cooking Class because their new number is the instructor. Everybody there thinks they're cute together, and they secretly like it but don't want to admit it to each other.

Reese/Finch "we're going to die so" trope

(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)

Absolutely sure they're going to die, Reese confesses his feelings to a surprised Finch,feelings he never would have mentioned otherwise.

Before Finch can respond, they're rescued.

I basically want Reese in hardcore avoidance mode although a happy ending would be nice.
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FILL: Differential Pressure (Finch/Reese) [general] [no warnings]

[personal profile] eris 2013-04-09 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
ahahah so relevant to my interests. filled this one here. :)

Reese/Finch -- Everyone can see it but Finch.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-09 01:41 am (UTC)(link)

Carter mistakenly thinks Finch has taken up with Fusco and gets pissed with Finch and/or Fusco on Reese's behalf.

When Finch tells Reese about it as a "funny story" (like Reese would ever be interested in him), the truth comes out.

FILL: Misconceptions, Finch/Reese, Teen [pre slash] [some minor violence&violent references] 1/2

[personal profile] huggle 2013-09-12 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Carter took her card out of her wallet and slid it across the counter to the store owner.

“Anything you can remember, please, call me. My office and cell numbers are both on this card.”

The man took it, but Carter already knew the card would be tossed as soon as she walked out of the store. She had a feel for when she could expect people to co-operate, and this guy was too scared to think about it. That suggested he had gotten a good look at her suspect, the bastard who’d beaten an elderly couple to death across the street when they’d been a little slow handing over their valuables.

Maybe the suspect had gotten a good look at him. If he thought his silence would buy his safety, he was probably wrong.

She guessed for the next few days, she’d be driving past his store as often as she could.

Surrendering, she left the store and started for where she’d parked the car. Next stop was back to the precinct to finish her paperwork from that morning and then a meeting with the lieutenant bemoaning the cost of her CIs. Pointing out her case clearance rate – due in no small part to those same CIs – would probably not help.

Her boss didn’t like it when she did unreasonable things like introduce facts into an argument.

As she reached the car, the honk of a horn drew her attention. Somebody was taking too long to get out of a parking space, and getting some grief over it. Joss watched for a few moments, until the offending car pulled away, in case it spilled over into something else. People lost their temper too easily these days, over things that were just not worth it.

But it was because of that display of angry impatience that she saw the two men.

Fusco held the door open for Finch, letting him leave the restaurant first. They paused on the sidewalk, Finch saying something, Fusco leaning in close to hear it. His hand was on Finch’s elbow and it tightened a little as Finch spoke into his ear.

Carter frowned. No John in sight – what could those two be up to? Had she blundered across them working a case? She still marvelled a little that all this time Fusco had been working for them behind the scenes, how artfully she and her partner had been ‘managed’ to prevent them finding out about each other.

It still rankled, just a bit, but she supposed for someone with John’s trust issues it made sense to keep everything compartmentalised.

It had also almost gotten him killed, that little spat in the bathroom when she’d found Fusco on the phone in a cubicle being a delay John couldn’t afford.

Still, they’d got there in time – to save John at least – but Finch had been okay and so everything had turned out alright.

Which was just as well. Because she was sure that if they hadn’t got him back, John would have either gone postal and went on a suicide mission or just disappeared back into the life he’d been living when she’d first met him.

She wondered if Finch knew just how much he meant to John.

When she saw his lips impart a brief kiss to Fusco’s cheek, she almost keeled over.

Guess not, she thought. Guess not.

She didn’t see Fusco again until the back of four, by which time her paperwork had doubled and she’d received four calls from cases her partner was handling.

She wondered if his absence was because he was currently handling something else.

After seeing the kiss, she’d stood there – indecisive, a little too stunned to do anything even if she knew what. Not like her at all, but then given she’d just seen the two most unlikely people in a moment of physical affection she was going to cut herself some slack.

By the time she decided to cross the street, the pedestrian and vehicular traffic had served as cover and both men were gone. Lost among the crowds.

Whether together or whether they’d gone their own separate ways, she had no idea.

“I was about to put an APB out on you,” she said, as Fusco sat down.

“Didn’t know you had two kids,” Fusco retorted, but there was no heat in it. Why would there be? He didn’t know she’d seen his little PDA of earlier. “Much going on?”

“Enough.” She lifted a heap of folders and waved them at him. Fusco held out a hand and Carter took the top ten and passed them over. “So, where you been?”

Fusco grimaced. “I made the mistake of giving my card to this old lady who got burgled last month. Now every time her floor boards creak or her radiators get a touch of gas she thinks it’s a home invasion.”

“You’re too sweet, Fusco,” Joss said, and it was too late to keep the acid out of her voice.

Fusco stared at her, a little non-plussed. “Yeah, if you say so. Something going on, Carter?”

“Just work,” she said, and ignored him until the shift was over at five.


She spent the rest of the night doing mom things – helping her son with his homework, then sorting the laundry and finishing painting the ceiling in the kitchen. It wasn’t going to do itself, and putting it off was only increasing her reluctance to get it done.

In between she checked the clean phone John had given her, wishing he’d call or text so she had some pretence to speak to him.

If she got in touch first, he’d know something was up. He’d think it was something with her or Taylor and then he’d be at her door.

He’d probably help her finish the kitchen, and Taylor wouldn’t mind seeing him again, but she hated dangling family in front of him. It just seemed so cruel.

And anyway, what would she say to him either on the phone or in person?

How are you, John? Everything ok? Please tell me you’re not even platonically in love with Finch because then I might have to shoot my partner. And maybe yours.

It was not a conversation she could imagine having with him, no matter what happened.

And if she couldn’t have it with him, that left only one alternative.


Off duty, she took to following Fusco. Not all the time, just as often as she could. Despite what was apparently going on, she had a life. Taylor needed picking up from school, and he needed fed, and often she had to take work home.

And sometimes she was sharing tailing duties with John, or threatening people at gunpoint on his behalf when he overestimated his ability to control a fight. That didn’t happen very often but she wondered who had stepped in for him before she’d come on the scene.

Fusco? She doubted it. Probably too busy making goo goo eyes at John’s boss.

She watched Fusco come out of a bar and followed him down the street at a discreet distance. You need to reign this in, Joss, she told herself. Angry equalled stupid, and stupid equalled making mistakes.

She was going to make Fusco and Finch see this mistake for what it was when she finally caught up them both at the same time. If what she’d seen outside the restaurant had been the real deal, then she would sooner or later.

reese & any, infiltrating a speed dating event

(Anonymous) 2013-04-09 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
John is very good at getting people to trust him quickly in stressful situations. Will that skill transfer to speed dating? And who does he bring to help... Finch, Zoe, Leon, Carter, Fusco?

everything-you-know-is-a-lie AU: "He's an asset. The less he knows, the better."

(Anonymous) 2013-04-09 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
So maybe Harold is injured and Reese finds out he's not human... or only partly, more like a cyborg. He's from the future... the Machine isn't actually providing the numbers... it's just Harold remotely controlling computers and phones... he's been saving certain people and taking down others in order to protect a certain desired outcome for a cyber-war in the far future. Reese was just an asset, the mission was just a cover story... was there anything that was the truth?

Can Reese trust Harold after this? What exactly is his agenda? What happens now?

leon tao/darcy lewis, avengers crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-04-09 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Anything to do with these two. Can't decide if it would be funnier for Darcy to tase the bad guys and rescue Leon, or to mistakenly tase John...

Re: leon tao/darcy lewis, avengers crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-04-14 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
I fail to see why she can't do both.

Re: leon tao/darcy lewis, avengers crossover

(Anonymous) - 2013-04-14 10:02 (UTC) - Expand

Harold is well-endowed

(Anonymous) 2013-04-09 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
OK, look, I just want a story where Harold turns out to have a ludicrously large cock and Reese finds out and can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to have Harold fuck him with it. Bonus: Reese gets to find out!

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FILL: Protocols (Finch/Reese) [Explicit] [No meme warnings apply]

[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2013-04-10 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Decontamination protocols are not big on modesty, which is fine with John; what little modesty he’d once possessed had been driven out of him thoroughly during his time with the CIA. Harold, on the other hand, looks as uncomfortable as he’s ever seen him, stripped down to boxers. Privately, John doesn’t think he has anything to worry about, but he has long since stopped considering his opinion of Harold to be anything other than biased.

“Everything has to go, Harold,” he reminds him gently, and Harold gives him a waspish look.

“I heard you the first time, Mr. Reese.”

John nods and lets that go, taking off the last of his own clothes. This is just a precaution, and it’ll be over soon. Harold will be fine.

He glances over just as Harold is divesting himself of his boxers and forces himself to look away quickly, swallowing involuntarily. He has occasionally wondered what Harold might look like under those expensive custom-made three piece suits of his, but even biased as his opinion is, somehow he didn’t anticipate him being so…well-endowed.

“Let’s get this over with, Mr. Reese,” Harold says, and John nods, thoroughly distracted. Fortunately, Harold is too wrapped up in his own discomfort to notice.


After that, John spends far too much time thinking about Harold’s cock.

He supposes he should be embarrassed by this, but he’s known for a while that his devotion to Harold is beyond platonic, and every so often, the fantasy is nice to hold onto.

Of course, now one particular fantasy crops up more frequently than every so often: detailed images of Harold fucking him flit through his mind, and he can’t decide which way he’d like it best—slowly sinking down onto his cock, eyes locked with Harold’s, or on his hands and knees, aching, or bent over something, a couch or a desk, maybe begging for it. He’s not sure Harold would make him beg, but he would enjoy it, being teased while Harold presses in slowly, stretching him, filling him. He has to have been at least nine inches in length, and John would pant and clutch at the desk, begging for every last bit of it.

Maybe Harold would even call him Mr. Reese.

John exhales a long breath, taking his own cock in hand, and imagines the point when Harold’s control would snap, his thrusts turning sharp and ragged. He can hear Harold’s voice in his ear, telling him that under no circumstances is he allowed to come unless given permission, is that understood, Mr. Reese? and his breath catches in his throat, eyes falling shut.

Yes, that’s what he wants, he decides. Harold taking him, claiming him—or at least more viscerally than he already has, not with suits (and hadn’t those fittings been fun, half-hard the entire time Harold’s hands were on him, too early on in their partnership for him to really know why) but with action, with the steel hiding in his presence, just underneath the please don’t notice me exterior.

Because he can see himself nodding, hoarsely whispering, yes, please, Harold, telling him he wants it, needs it all, and his breath quickens just as his hand speeds up; a few moments later he comes hard with Harold’s name on his lips, imagining Harold’s cock inside him, Harold’s breath on his neck, Harold’s voice in his head saying, yes, very good, come for me, Mr. Reese.

He pants heavily and leans back against his headboard, opening his eyes and reaching for the tissues on the nightstand. He spots his phone next to them, and as he cleans himself up, he wonders if this might have been one of those times Harold was listening.

Heat runs through him at the thought, even if it’s too soon after to do anything about it. Still, it has potential—would Harold get hard listening to him? Would he touch himself? Would he hear his name and get off?

He’ll have to add it to his list.


It’s beginning to become a problem; he catches himself staring at Harold three times in the following week, gaze inevitably drifting to his groin. He has stray thoughts whenever he sees the desk in the Library, or the couch, like right now, mapping out where might be the best place to position his hands.

“Mr. Reese, exactly what about my computer desk do you find so fascinating, if I might ask?”

He manages a shrug. “Just thinking, Harold.”

“Yes, you’ve been doing that a lot lately,” he says. “You seem thoroughly preoccupied by something.”

“I’m fine. Should probably get going, actually,” he says, and stands.

“Sit down, Mr. Reese,” Harold says, and John finds himself sitting before he’s even aware he’s doing it. He ignores the jolt that shoots through him. “You’re distracted, and have been distracted, for going on two weeks now. In this line of work, distractions are deadly, and we will get to the bottom of it.”

“It’s nothing, and I’ve been fine. Nothing’s happened to me.”

“I don’t like increasing the odds that something could happen to you. God knows they’re high enough already.”

“I’m touched, Harold,” he says lightly.

Harold eyes him for a long moment. “Very well, we’ll work backwards. What happened roughly two weeks ago that might have caused this?” He paused, considering. “There was the close call with Ms. Milligan and her penchant for dangerous substances, but that wasn’t any worse than Mr. Alanson and his crude explosives the week before that, so I can’t think this has anything to do with undue stress.” He frowns. “Was it the decontamination procedure? That was uncomfortable, but hardly traumatizing, I should think.”

“I’m not traumatized, Finch. I’m fine. Can I go now?”

He blinks. “How peculiar.”

John just gives him a look.

“Your reaction,” he says. “Does this have something to do with the decontamination procedure?”

“No,” he lies, and stands up.

“Please sit back down, John,” he says quietly, eyes on his, and there it is, the steel, “and explain why you just felt the need to lie to me.”

Holding Harold’s gaze, the words are out of his mouth before he can stop them, low and breathy: “Fuck me.”

Harold’s eyebrows climb. “Excuse me?”

“If you want me to stop being so distracted, Harold,” John says, because he’s already crossed the line, “then fuck me.”

Harold wets his lips, silent for a moment, and then says, “Very well, but only under one condition.”

“And what would that be?” John manages to ask, through whatever’s suddenly lodged in his throat.

“That this is not a one-time thing merely to ease your distraction,” he says. “If I fuck you now, John, I would vastly prefer to be able to do it again.”

An image of Harold bending him over and taking him whenever he feels like it floats through his mind, and he can feel himself hardening already. “Of course,” he breathes.

Harold stands. “We’ll be going to your apartment.”


As it turns out, being fucked by Harold is even better than he imagined, braced over his couch, Harold’s thrusts hard and deliberate, hands gripping his hips. John pants and gasps for breath, his own cock rock hard and leaking precome, and feels split in two in the most incredible way. When he finally manages to choke out, “Please, Harold,” Harold’s grip tightens.

“Oh, John,” he murmurs quietly, and then there’s another powerful thrust, and he continues, in a much steelier tone, “You are not to come until I permit it. Is that understood, Mr. Reese?”

John lets out a strangled noise, maybe a whimper, and nods.

Reese/Finch - Reese avenges Harold

(Anonymous) 2013-04-09 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure this will be Jossed soon, but - Reese wants the Machine's help to find the people who caused Harold's injuries.

Honestly, the Machine doesn't require all that much persuasion.

Finch/Reese D/s, spanking

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Because Reese would absolutely enjoy being Finch's sub.
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MINI-FILL: Afterwards (Reese/Finch) [explicit] [no warnings]

[personal profile] astolat 2013-04-17 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
The day after he saves John on a rooftop, Harold spanks him for the first time.

They sleep in John's apartment. In the morning Harold turns off his telephone and unplugs John's landline, gives a few quiet orders, and John spends the day spread out naked on his own bed -- oh, the luxury of having his own bed, that's also Harold's bed, the bed Harold got him. Harold spanks him with a wide paddle of smooth, heavy, polished wood, and then strokes his hands over the sore hot redness, kneading it into John's muscles.

John groans and writhes under it, wondering if Harold is going to fuck him, too. He isn't sure if he wants it or not. He isn't sure if he wants the spanking or not, either, although the fact he took off all his clothes when Harold told him to and lay down under it for an hour suggests that apparently he does.

Harold rubs oil all over him and then spanks him some more, another solid hour of the hard meaty smack of the wood on John's buttocks and thighs. John's eyes start leaking tears, slowly at first, and then a little quicker, gasps starting to break out of him, and then Harold puts his hand on the back of John's neck and says softly, "Yes, John, there you go, there," and bends and kisses him softly, in a line: nape of the neck, hollow of the back, and John's crying, outright crying; involuntary and so good, and then Harold puts away the paddle and lies down next to him and holds him while John slowly and quietly weeps in his arms, for hours.

Afterwards, Harold lowers the blinds and turns off all the lights and covers John up warmly. He putters around him in the apartment, a faint reassuring presence, the soft click-click-click of the keys as he types, brief whistle of the kettle. John drifts somewhere short of sleep, somewhere utterly quiet.

Later that evening, after dark, he gets up and showers. When he comes out, Harold is putting out Chinese food. They eat dinner together. John reaches out and takes Harold's hand in both of his and kisses it. Harold leans over and kisses him, then takes him to bed. John shudders beneath him, joyfully, relieved.

Reese/Fusco (post) break-up

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
I'd like to see more Reese/Fusco that's not just about the sex. So here's my slightly longish prompt:
Against all odds, Reese and Fusco start dating but Fusco has a hard time keeping it secret from his son and ex-wife. He decides to break up with Reese cause he can't imagine Reese would want to be involved with his kid. Reese thinks Fusco ends it because he is ashamed to be with him. They're both miserable.

John/Harold, the white shirt

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
There is an interview somewhere where the POI crew talks about how women swooned for John in the white shirt, so after that they made him wear it all the time. But what's the in-story canon reason for that? I want the story of how John noticed that Finch appreciated the white shirt...

Will Ingram/Finch

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
He is sad and disoriented after his father's death and Finch is someone to hold on to. Finch feels guilty for not being able to turn him down.

Thank god for anon

How emo-clams get in trouble

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 11:09 am (UTC)(link)

Reese offers sex only (no emotion? no cuddling?) to protect himself. Finch thinks Reese is just being practical/concerned about Finch's welfare which he hates but he can't say no.

tl;dr: settling for what you think you can get can be a bad idea

alternate location AU - what if the show wasn't set in NYC?

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
So there was this great prompt on the Sherlock kink meme, "what if the show took place in YOUR area," and it resulted lots of cool little drabbles & ficlets. So, what would it be like if PoI wasn't in NYC, but in the place where you live?

(Sadly, no fun for actual New Yorkers.)

FILL: Middle of Nowhere (Reese) [General] [No warnings apply]

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Reese tried not to drum his fingers as the old woman slowly scanned his purchases in the Wal-Mart checkout line. She had rumpled hair and a face like a potato, and her name tag proclaimed her to be "Addalee". He'd had to quit going to the smaller grocery stores in town (despite their better delis) because by the third visit, cashiers were not only recognizing him, they were trying to make conversation about his purchasing trends. ("So you must have liked the broccoli salad last week, huh?")

Finch had hacked the employment records for this Wal-Mart, and assured him that it had almost 200 employees, most of whom worked only four shifts a week (the better to avoid paying them benefits). Yet when Addalee hit total on his purchases, she looked up at him consideringly and said, "Say, any chance you were up in Franklin County last night?"

"Er, no, why do you ask?" John had, in fact, been up in Franklin County last night. The spectacular fireball that had once been a meth lab was on the cover of four small-town newspapers in three different counties today.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just something my grand-niece said that her husband saw at work last night. He's a sheriff's deputy. Not that I'm implying anything!" Addalee said. Then she winked.

"World's full of coincidences," John said as he fled with his groceries.

It was becoming clear that he was going to have to ditch the suit.

Finch h/c

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Finch's injuries make treading water and swimming very difficult.

FILL: Middle Distance (Finch, graphic violence, teen & up)

[personal profile] huggle 2013-09-22 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
There's maybe not enough comfort in here I'm afraid, but I hope you still like it.

Middle Distance (2514 words) by Huggle
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Harold Finch & John Reese
Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese, Lionel Fusco
Additional Tags: Murder, Attempted Murder, Canon-Typical Violence, Threats of Violence

John goes missing during a case. Desperately searching for him, Harold runs into the person most likely responsible. Now if he wants to save John, he has to save himself first.

Finch/Reese The Machine is a voyeur

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)

The Machine likes to watch Finch and is determined to share her kink with Reese.
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Re: Finch/Reese The Machine is a voyeur

[personal profile] dien 2013-04-17 08:22 am (UTC)(link)

Reese/Finch chatboard

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)

Reese knows he shouldn't be on a chatboard but he has a kink that isn't getting taken care of and there he at least gets to talk about it, with one person in particular.

crack fills welcome if you'd prefer.

Reese/Finch "don't know they've been dating" trope

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)

It takes them a while to realize they've been dating.


(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)

After Beecher's death, Fusco is there for her.

Finch/Reese - John can't handle gentle sex

(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Why? And does Finch attempt to change that?