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Root x Shaw fanfics

[shootfanfiction]

Out of curiosity, why did you take down Arctic? I was deleting old emails and I finally saw proof that Arctic wasn't some fever dream that I read haha it was a fantstic Root/Shaw fic that stayed with me

Follow up message:

wait I just realized you might not be the Arctic author. Do you know the author??"

Sorry, can't help you with that. Perhaps some of the followers would know?

[shootfanfiction]

Post-Samaritian. Shaw and Root are together unofficially living together but one day Shaw gets jealous and realizes Root means everything to her so eventually she tells Root.

Here’s a prompt for anyone interested in taking!

[shootfanfiction]

Could you post links to all the best shoot fanfiction please. Also could you list the episodes of poi with the best shoot scenes please?

You could always check out the tag list and find fics you like.  “Best” is relative to individual’s opinion anyway.

[shootfanfiction]

Hello, thank you for compiling this resource – I would love to see Shaw help Root through a panic attack. Thank you!

Anyone know of fics w/ this theme?

[potcpoi]

POI Advent Calendar Masterpost

Congrats on all the awesome stuff!

1st December, 2015

1. The Key to Her Heart by bashinginminds (on AO3)

2. Life Obliges by superjinkyo (on AO3)

2nd December, 2015

1.  Think You Can Win (You’ll Always Lose) by andreharris/MJ (on AO3)

2. Random Access Memory by managerie76

3rd December, 2015

1.  you knew who I was with every step that I ran to you by dont-mess-with-the-pancreas (on AO3)

2. Winter Wonderland by glaregryphon (on AO3)

4th December, 2015

1.  Cards On The Table by sarcasticsra (on AO3)

2. Missile, Tube launched, Optically tracked, Wire guided by bashinginminds (on AO3)

5th December, 2015 – As Told By Bear by seekingoutfriday

6th December, 2015 – Welcome to the Club by superjinkyo (on AO3)

7th December, 2015

1. Medical Intervention by dont-mess-with-the-pancreas (on AO3)

2. Cygnus by cheyennesunrise

8th December, 2015 – In the dark (I’m just no good at giving relief) by starsplit (on AO3)

9th December, 2015

1. Never Seemed So Right Before by talking2thesky (on AO3)

2. Capgras by badcode (on AO3)

10th December, 2015 – and i can tell just what you want (you don’t want to be alone) by don’t-mess-with-the-pancreas

11th December, 2015 – Delta-Charlie-Delta by mariaghost

12th December, 2015

1. Adorable fic by photonromance

2. Transitive Property by theragnarokd (on AO3)

13th December, 2015 – this soldier knows (the battle with the heart isn’t easily won) by don’t-mess-with-the-pancreas 

14th December, 2015 – Laying Claim by sarcasticsra (on AO3)

15th December, 2015 – Ghosts by mariaghost 

16th December, 2015 – and I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me by don’t-mess-with-the-pancreas (on AO3)

17th December, 2015 – The South Street Seaport Chorus Tree by southerlywind (on AO3)

19th December, 2015

1.  Mr Reese is Right On Your Tail by kindaoffkilter (on AO3)

2. The Heart That Loved by  superjinkyo (on AO3)

20th December, 2015 – Mile High Club by glaregryphon (on AO3)

21st December, 2015 – Two Years Sober by kiranovember (on AO3)

22nd December, 2015 –The Inexplicable Lightness of Being (High) by constantlyhalfcocked (on AO3)

23rd December, 2015 –Your Cooperation is Appreciated by sarcasticsra (on AO3)

24th December, 2015 – Keep it All the Year by superjinkyo (on AO3)

25th December, 2015 – A Common Mistake by teentitantruefriend 

26th December, 2015 – Love Is An Overreaction by potcpoi (on AO3)

28th December, 2015 – POI 2015 Review by superjinkyo

29th December, 2015 – kiss with a fist (is better than none) by isagrimorie (Stream: YouTube, Password: play)

30th December, 2015 – Christmas Time With Team Machine by parliament-of-owlets

31st December, 2015 – The Morning Routine by glaregryphon (on AO3)

[shootfanfiction]

Hi. I was wondering if you have come across any good Shoot fics where one of them has never had sex with women before? Thanks in advance.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3190043/chapters/6933785

College AU where Root is a virgin.

Anyone know of more fics?

[shootfanfiction]

What's your favourite shoot fanfic???

Definitely the Natural Selection series by kesdax on AO3.

[shootfanfiction]

Can u find that fic where shaw has to like get a bullet out of root in like 4 different scenarios or something like that

Anyone want to help this anon?

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the x files au: fbi’s most unwanted

doctor sameen shaw is called into the director’s office one day

shaw’s brilliant. highly decorated, highly regarded in her field, admired by her peers for her skill

naturally, she’s to be reassigned. to the basement

director control wants her to keep an eye on special agent samantha groves

shaw raises an eyebrow. she knows the name from back at the academy

everyone had called her “spooky groves” for her fascination with the occult

a fascination that had, however, led to the capture of quite a few high-profile killers

“she’s wasting valuable bureau resources,” director control explains

shaw doesn’t see why it has to be /her./ “so you want me to, what, prove that it’s bogus? embark on a couple wild goose chases?”

“that’s the idea”

there’s a wrinkly old man lurking in the corner of the room. quickly filling the space with cigarette smoke

shaw doesn’t like the looks of him

she also doesn’t like the way he seems to be sizing her up

“i imagine you’ll find agent groves down in her–/your/ new office” control finishes

shaw nods, rises. “yes ma’am”

always the dutiful agent

the basement is crowded and dark and /clearly/ not housing the agency’s star employees

she knocks on the door labeled R. GROVES

“no one down here but the fbi’s most unwanted,” comes the cheery voice from the other side

shaw pushes open the door to find a lanky brunette hunched over some slides under a microscope. she turns to face shaw and this loser is wearing the dorkiest goddang glasses shaw’s ever seen

“agent groves? im, uh, your new partner. sameen shaw”

“didn’t know anyone remembered i was down here,” agent groves smiles. she’s guarded, shaw can tell. sizing her up behind a friendly smile. “suppose it’s nice to be recognized”

shaw nods. “im sure.” she gestures to the slides. “so, uh, what are you working on?”

shaw knows she’s in trouble the second the words leave her mouth. agent groves’ face lights up and she turns excitedly back to her slides

“do you believe in extraterrestrial life, agent shaw?”

“as a scientist i’d have to say no. i mean, logically, it’s arrogant to assume we’re the only life in the universe, but in terms of sentient life? little green men piloting advanced spacecraft? no way”

agent groves raises an eyebrow. “interesting. take a look.” she gestures to the microscope and shaw skeptically takes a peek. agent groves stands /very/ closely over her shoulder

team “what personal space?” apparently

“…….what am i looking at?”

“i was hoping you could tell me, shaw”

shaw’s ready to deck this condescending prick right now

“some kind of…i dunno, tumor, maybe? parasitic growth?”

“consider: probe marks arising from extraterrestrial origins”

thus begins a three-day field trip to a town in god-knows-where

agents groves, as it turns out, goes only by “root”

in hindisght, shaw doesn’t know /what/ exactly goes down in that odd little down, but it’s 1) weird 2) currently unexplained by science and 3) whatever agent root says, /definitely/ not aliens

she writes up her report: evidence inconclusive

she does collect one piece of evidence to send back to director control, however. a strange metal device found in the spine of one of the victims

it’s hand-delivered to director control’s office. she doesn’t open the envelope

instead, she hands it to the man leaning in the doorway. cigarette smoke billows from his nostrils. director control wrinkles her nose at the smell

“all yours, greer”

“a pleasure as always, director”

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the rugrats au: bat mitzvah

the original | halloween | clothing | the reckoning | the reckoning pt. 2 | martine | getting married | the office | anniversaries | root’s parents | a new family | john | goodbye kara | graduation

root’s jewish!

she wasn’t raised that way (her parents weren’t the religious type) but she spends a lot of time in the local library. she’s seven when she stumbles upon some books about judaism

it fascinates her. she can’t read hebrew, and bible belt texas isn’t the easiest place to find a teacher, but she studies everything she can find on the culture and history

there’s a small local reform temple, and once she’s exhausted all her resources at the library she starts sneaking into sunday/hebrew school classes. sometimes friday night services, too

technically you have to be a member with the temple

but membership requires money and supportive parents

the teachers notice her immediately, of course

they don’t say anything. they let her sit in on lessons for two weeks before she’s gently pulled aside and into a meeting with the head rabbi

it’s not conversion, really, since she’s never had a religion to begin with

the rabbi is kind. root isn’t used to adults being kind, aside from shaw’s parents. but this woman has a kind smile and a soft voice and doesn’t yell at her like root expects

she’s officially enrolled in the religious school program the very next day

flash forward a few years, and by the time she’s approaching bat mitzvah age root’s parents are long gone and she’s living with john’s family

they’re wonderful supportive angels as always

root tells them about the service, but that’s all. doesn’t mention the traditional party. she’s not in the habit of asking them to pay for things, and certainly nothing as lavish as a party in her honor

but they love their kid, and they do some research. they know what’s up

(john and shaw may put in a word or two as well. who doesn’t love a party?)

it’s beach themed!! she’s never been but has always wanted to go

there’s fake sand on all the tables. swedish fish scattered on the tables for the kids

root gets real hype about swedish fish

they aren’t kosher but she’s reform it’s fine

all the drink cups have little beach umbrellas. there’s lots of balloons in various shades of blue. everyone gets a lea

everyone also gets sent home with a towel with the date embroidered on it

“everyone already has tshirts. they dont need //more// tshirts”

so maybe root’s a little extra. who doesn’t love towels it’s fine

john, carter, fusco, root and shaw take a group pic where they’re all wearing plastic coconut bras

(finch is away at school and in the middle of midterms, so he can’t make it. he does send a card though. a chai necklace is traditional, but instead he sends a chain with a silver square root symbol. she never takes it off)

there’s a whole lot of line dancing. root LOVES line dances

she and john compete for who can go the hardest. anytime the dj starts a line dance they drop whatever they’re doing and race to the dance floor

(it’s her night, so john lets her win)

(the boy does a mean electric slide though)

when it comes to the horah, john and his dad are the ones who lift the chair

it’s very cute

root looks so happy. john’s mom cries

relatable

shaw asks her for a slow dance at the end of the night, when the party’s winding down and people are starting to leave

root rests her head on shaw’s shoulder

john sneaks a few pics. he slips them into the card he gives root the next day, simply signed “l’chaim xx”

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the star trek au (by gravelyhumerus)

so harold is a bajoran, who grew up on bajor during the cardassian occupation

he’s basically a freedom fighter

he and nathan make the machine to help detect the cardassians and their attacks on his country

after the occupation, he sells it to the federation government, to detect acts of terror throughout the quadrant

but its a turbulent time, and he realizes, that the machine can be used for so much more than just relevant crimes

but with nathan gone, harold needs a new partner

he finds John on some random outpost, homeless and hopeless

he offers him a job and a ship 

john’s a human, disillusioned with the federation and starfleet 

he was an officer once, then in section 13, until he realized how corrupt it all is

he takes the job, he has nothing left to do

they travel around the quadrant, fighting “irrelevant” crime

they cant keep up, there are billions of people in the federation

they do what they can

joss and fusco are starfleet officers. joss is a human, fusco is a bolian

they’re just trying to do their jobs, you know? but the man in the suit (space suit / ev suit, actual suit idk) wont let them just chill for one (1) second

root hates the federation

she grew up on a colony called Bishop, probably in the neutral zone or something. whoever says poverty is gone in the federation are liars. the only good person there was hannah

they were assimilated by the borg, all of them. 

root loved it in the collective. she found order, and knowledge and a purpose. she was only 13 and she finally was accepted somewhere. 

she was cut loose from the collective before she was fully assimilated. she didn’t forget her childhood or her humanity. she wanted to forget.

she calls herself root

when her implants detect the machine, she thinks she’s found her god

now sameen was a starfleet brat. her parents were officers and she spent her life moving from station to station. 

her mother was a Betazoid and her father joked that he was the product of every species of the quadrant.

(shaw’s kind of purple ok?)

but after her father’s death, a shuttle accident, her mother realizes that not only can’t shaw read other people’s emotions, she cant really feel her own, the same way as most people do

one time shaw tells her class that she doesnt feel emotions. the next day her teachers see her leading a herd of smol vulcans around, she’s their new idol

she joins starfleet medical, but her cmo doesn’t like her beside manner (or lack thereof). they’re so desperate for medical officers that she doesnt wash out. instead she gets transferred into being a field medic. she gets scooped up into section 13. 

when she just escapes being killed by her bosses, harold makes her an offer: she can have a job, and a ship to herself. at first, she says no

eventually, they all team up. harold, john, shaw

shaw’s only in it for the dog

when root holds a phaser to her neck, she realizes that her life is taking an exciting turn and that she wouldn’t have it any other way.

root learns that maybe not all people are inferior lifeforms, and shaw learns that maybe she’s not broken, but fine the way she is. 

they see many sunsets on their adventures (they stole the enterprise for their honeymoon)

its really gay and cute and their story in this universe certainly has a happy ending 

[shootfanfiction]

Are there any fics where Root is a ballerina?

Anyone know of there are any?

[shootfanfiction]

bordering-on-hostility said: the Swan Lake (pt 1 for now) by poi-au!

Thank you!

There you go, anon!

[shootfanfiction]

Are there any fics where Root is a ballerina?

Anyone know of there are any?

[poi-au-blog]

the reincarnation au: industrial revolution

ancient rome | 1920s

okay so we have coal miner shaw. she stands out a little because she’s a woman

“if you look underneath all the dust” john always jokes

but she hauls just as much coal as any man so no one gives her shit

they used to, but then she and john cracked a few skulls

you know how it is

she and root go way back

they met on the street as kids

root was 100% done picking cotton in texas and hitchhicked to pennsylvania or iowa or wherever the fuck they are now

so root was begging for coins and shaw was on her way to work in the mines

shaw had found a penny on the street and she was super stoked to buy some candy to share with john on the way home later

she passes this girl who’s looking pretty pathetic, camped out there on the street

shaw looks back once. considers her penny

fuck that noise. she’s getting candy later

this girl /does/ sound pretty pitiful though. shaw groans. turns around. marches back over and yanks root up and drags her along behind her

“hey! hey, let go of me, you scoundrel!”

“i’m trying to help you, stupid”

root yanks her arm back. pouts

shaw crosses her arms. “c'mon, you’re gonna make me late”

“for what?”

“work. you’re coming with me. you’ll make more there than you will on that corner”

root perks up. shaw grabs her hand again. “now come on, if we run we’ll make it on time!”

so little shaw leads them to the boss man’s office. knocks on the door quickly.

george hersh pokes his head out. “cutting it a little close this morning, shaw”

“sorry hersh. i just thought maybe you and harold could use a little extra help around the office? maybe licking stamps and stuff?”

“not down in the mines with you?”

shaw gives root a once over. notes her thin frame and shaky limbs. “i just thought–”

“i can read and write, sir. and i’m really good at arithmetic” root pipes up

“oh?”

“yessir. had to know how to count to help my parents in the fields. my momma used to be a teacher, and she always said i had a real knack for my numbers”

a boy with floppy hair and glasses pokes his head out from behind hersh’s legs

“mister hersh? we can get more done if there’s two of us”

the whistle blows

“you’re going to be late, shaw.” hersh notes. “your friend’ll be fine here”

shaw is reluctant to leave root alone. it shows

“i’ll be fine, uh…shaw? dont worry about me!”

shaw looks up at hersh, squints a little, and nods. she trusts him

“i’m sure that…i’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“samantha, samantha groves. call me root, though.”

“oh?”

“that’s what my momma calls me, like the roots in the dirt, or like the square root of a number.” root shares a smile with harold

nerds.

“….right. root will be just fine here with us, shaw. off you go”

shaw decides root’s in good hands and hurries off

she comes back hours later, covered in filth, to check up on root

root’s diligently working though a long series of numbers when shaw peers through a small crack in the wall

roots eyes find hers though

she waves a little

it makes shaw’s chest tighten so she runs away and goes back to walking home with john, her big brother

“who’s that girl in hersh’s office?”

“nobody. just some girl i found this morning on the way here”

“found?”

“yeah, she was begging on the corner. amateur”

“do you–”

“if you keep askin’ questions i’m not sharing my candy”

john shuts up after that

shaw’s penny gets her four pieces of candy. she gives john two and keeps the other two in her pocket. john’s happily munching away when shaw freezes

“sam? what’s wrong?”

“oh uh. i…i forgot my…my shoes? yeah i forgot my shoes. at work. i gotta go back”

john blinks and shaw spins around and runs back

“…you’ve never owned a pair of shoes, shaw.” john says to the empty street

shaw’s tiny legs get her back to hersh’s office in record time.

“what is it now, shaw? i was just closing up”

“where’s root?”

“‘scuse me?”

“where’s root, where’d she go?”

“she just left. i assume she went back home”

shaw spins around AGAIN and runs back to that stupid street corner

finds root curled up in a cardboard box. yanks her up again. drags her off

“what’s–shaw? where are we going?”

“you cant sleep on the street. it’s cold. that’s stupid”

“where else would i go?”

“home. with me”

“where’s that?”

“you ask too many questions. eat this”

she gives root the two slightly smushed and melted pieces of candy

root is touched. “did you get these for me?”

“ugh. no. they’re extra. i’m full so you can have em”

shaw’s a terrible liar. or maybe root’s good at reading people. root takes one and gives shaw back the other. “thank you”

“whatever”

maybe she lets root hold her hand on the way back. but only because both of their hands are sticky from the candy. it would be too much of a hassle to let go

plus her hands were cold. so there

“home with shaw” is actually a cluster of makeshift shacks and tents with a bunch of other kids

carter, fusco, john, harold, carter, dani, harper, leon. the whole gang is there by the fire in a pile like a bunch of kittens

“they all…live here? alone?” root whispers. she doesn’t want to wake them up

“not all of us have parents. and some don’t have parents they want to go home to”

root gives her a half smile. she more than understands

“you get cold at night?” shaw asks, digging through a pile of rags

“sometimes. why?”

shaw pulls out a blanket and gestures with it. “pick a good spot”

root studies the pile carefully for a moment, then lays down next to where dani and harper are intertwined

“good call. john kicks in his sleep and fusco snores”

“and you?”

“you’ll find out when it’s your turn to keep watch. now go to sleep”

root gives her a mocking salute and curls into her blanket. “goodnight, shaw”

“goodnight root”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Person Of Interest - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Root | Samantha Groves/Sameen Shaw, my name is root/ sameen shaw, her name is root/ sameen shaw, root just root/ sameen shaw, call me root bitch/ sameen shaw Characters: Root, Shaw, Sameen Shaw Additional Tags: Kink, BDSM, ALL OF IT, hell in a handbasket, fuck the new root tag, fuck it for deadnaming root, ao3 can cook my socks for that, you heard me AO3, call me root bitch, Oral Fixation, Exhibitionism, strap ons, Body Shots, sloppy wet orgasms, Shower Sex, Bondage, st andrews crosses, Masturbation, Voice Kink, Phone Sex, smol, smol the cat Summary:

As Root and Shaw mature as people, their sex life becomes more and more elaborate. These are their stories.

Post-Samaritan, fairly canon.

This is a Root/Shaw kink fic. 90% smut, 5% feelings, 5% banter and puns.

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reincarnation au: 1920′s

ancient rome

they meet at a speakeasy

shaw’s the bartender, root’s an aspiring actress

most of shaw’s customers are regulars, so root catches her eye the first time she stops by the bar

the fact that she’s 80% legs and 20% /highly/ immodest silver dress doesn’t hurt either

“she’s trouble, sam” john, the doorman, warns

“i hope so” shaw mumbles back. she’s a little distracted

john sighs. not again.

shaw overfills the martini she’s pouring. it spills all over the counter

“careful, miss shaw”

she swears profusely and quickly starts mopping it up

“sorry, finch”

the next time she looks up, root’s seated right in front of her

just watching, an amused smile on her face. "you’ve got quite a mouth on you”

the 1920s equivalent of “ayyy shawty what that mouth do”

“you have no idea, lady”

“you should show me sometime. i live upstairs.”

“i get off at 2”

“more like 2:15, darlin’”

shaw gulps

she closes the bar early. ends up getting off at 2 after all

“somewhere to be tonight, miss shaw?” harold asks drily

“msdfhgvh” shaw mumbles around root’s neck

“at least have the common decency to take her upstairs”

“oh i’ll take her, alright”

root raises an eyebrow

“or. you know. whatever you prefer”

“mmhm. think you’ve got that backwards”

shaw’s gonna pass out

by some miracle they get upstairs with most of their clothes still on

(it is touch and go on the stairwell for awhile there)

root’s panties are forever lost to the machine speakeasy

a noble casualty

a worthy sacrifice

root never becomes an actress, but she finds herself hanging around the bar more and more often

she and shaw flirt over the bar all night and it’s adorable

(maybe the real acting career was all the gay sex we had along the way)

harold sighs a lot but what can you do

root never buys any drinks, just takes seltzer water, but always leaves shaw tips anyway

gotta support the bae

root’s actually a super rich heiress. acting was just for shits and giggles

okay so there’s a raid on the bar because of course there is

fuckin coppers

root’s there as she usually is

they get a tip off from fusco just as the police are pulling up

it’s chaos

everyone scrambles for the exits

shaw pulls root up and over the bar towards another hidden exit

root’s scared, but shaw’s been ready for this

“hey. look at me. it’s gonna be fine”

root nods a little shakily

“this happens every so often, no big deal. just follow me and don’t let go of my hand. i’ll get us out of here.” shaw promises

police chief greer busts the door down as shaw leads root down into a cellar that leads to a back alley

shaw pauses at the door, looks through the peep hole

“sam?”

“it’s fine, root, we’re golden”

but root knows her

“sameen. don’t lie to me”

shaw picks up the tommy gun resting against the wall. double checks to make sure it’s loaded. “i need you to let me go out. and im gonna need you to wait for me. wait right here. i’ll be right back for you, i promise”

“sameen, no, you cant–”

“do you trust me?”

“of course i do!”

“then you gotta wait. don’t move a muscle until i get back. promise me”

“sam, i…”

“promise”

“…fine. fine, i promise”

shaw kisses her desperately. slips out the door

root waits. she hears the gunfire. yelling. boots stomping around. more yelling

the police find her an hour later. still waiting

they try to arrest her

she shoots them. all five

john finally gets her to move.

“john, you don’t understand, she told me to wait–”

john looks at her, heartbroken. “she’s not…we cant find her. she’s not in jail and we can’t find….a body, either”

“where /is/ she”

“we don’t…we don’t know, root”

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the one with all the loooooove

“Don’t you worry, darlin’, there are plenty of languages where love doesn’t have four letters and it doesn’t sound like anything anyone here would recognize. But it still means the same. And I happen to be a polyglot.”

Shaw shakes her head, just a little, and stifles a smile. “You’re really nerdy. You know that, right?”

Root smirks and pats Shaw’s shoulder benignly.

“You too,” she says (like Shaw has just confessed something devastatingly romantic. which she hasn’t. not even a little).

Shaw steals half her fries.

“What are you muttering?”

“Nothing.”

“Root. Are you telling me you love me in every language you know I don’t speak?”

“No. Maybe. Why don’t you eat the rest of my burger and let me get on with it?”

Shaw recoils. “It’s a VEGGIE burger.”

“Love is about sacrifice, Sam.”

“Whatever,” she reaches for Root’s plate, grumbling about deceptive vegetables, while Root fixates on her with those wistful doe eyes.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you only ate eleven fries and three bites of burger. You’re drinking a protein shake when we get home and I don’t want to hear another word about it.”

Root beams.

“and I love you too,” she whispers, much to Shaw’s annoyance.