fanfiction recs

It turns out, she’s not that hard to fix. A couple jumps, a couple nudges to the side—crises averted. Allison can talk, the moon doesn't explode, Pogo isn't strung up on the wall. Vanya still goes deaf in one ear. (She doesn’t tell the others. They don’t ever ask.)

Recovery does not end after a single week without a drink. Or a month.

Or even the end of the world.

Luckily, Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi is here to support Harry through personal crisis, unsolvable murders, and beyond.

Your name is Harry Du Bois. You are a 25-year-old gym teacher at a high school in Grand-Couron. Over the next three days you will make new friends, learn new things, and find new ways to make a complete and utter fool of yourself. What is it all for? Who is it all for? And what will become of you once it's all over?

Who knows? Perhaps some things are just inevitable.

Harry and Kim are many, many things. The most important one is that they’re extremely compatible. The second-most is that they are anything but undeserving.

Bad leg, bad heart, and overall dismal chances of survival.

“I don’t think that’s what therapy is,” Jayce said encouragingly. “Caitlyn says therapy’s pretty good.” 

Sometimes, you are a genius, and a sizable explosion knocks out most of your living space, and you end up living with your research partner, and it's only weird if you make it weird.

This is usually the moment in the dream when Jayce realizes he’s loved Viktor for a long time. He doesn’t say anything about that, though. Instead he says, We did it, we did it, Viktor, and Viktor says, Catch me. Jayce smiles so wide it aches.
Maybe that’s not exactly how it happened. Maybe Jayce doesn’t care.
Tonight he dreams about That Night again. In this version, he already knows that Viktor is going to die—he stares at his limbs moving like he’s underwater, at his big, bright smile, and thinks I don’t want you to end up where you’re going. What can I do to make sure you stay?

NORTH COURON PUBLIC ACCESS WATERFRONT - Stop me if you've heard this one: Two cops walk onto a beach in the middle of April. They've only known each other for a few weeks. One of them has only known *anything* for a few weeks, and swimming isn't on that list. He's wearing a ridiculous, 20-year-old bathing suit, and the city around him is teetering on the edge of warm spring bloodshed. It will never again be the same as it is now. He builds a sandcastle.

Who’s behind a new drug sweeping Revachol West? Romance, camaraderie, mini-mystery. [Part 4: Harry’s hot on the case, but still has time for a date. If only he could do something about that broad whispering in his ear!] COMPLETE!

A month after the tribunal, Kim is finally released from the hospital. And learns that Harry has been left in Martinaise, his fate unknown. He resolves to investigate, for this is what RCM officers do, don't they?
"The lieutenant, presumably, would have looked in every corner for a quiet place to die. Somewhere to watch the sun disappear, to keep warm for the night and then shoot himself in the morning as a ‘thank you’ note to the space that had welcomed and sheltered him. The hypothesis was reasonable, correlating with his observations. He had hoped solving the case would prevent any such eventuality. He had thought he would be there to see to it. There was an absurdity at the center of this, a police car driving away as a successful detective watched it cross the bridge and disappear. He couldn’t make sense of it. That was probably where the numbness came from, more Drouamine than an addict would care for, and the Du Bois special: that urge to say something absurdly communist and then shoot a child in the chest. The RCM was not a child, though. And he wasn’t a communist."

Steban, touch grass. Grass, touch Steban.

Harry fucks up toast, Kim does not gossip about his exes, and great Void-touched truths are discussed.

The New Year of '52 arrives bearing the promise of a bright, beautiful future. Harry relapses. Kim knows a good spot with a view.

In which Taichi has questionable ways to handle his issues, everyone tries to be nice, and Yamato yells at him a lot. Same old, same old, except for the part where there's kissing.