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Carrison Week  Day 1 - beginning of the relationship

“When it seemed my bright future would never dim, when my luck looked as though it was only beginning, I met him.” - Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist. 

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Sunday Kind of Love—A Carrison Fanfiction

I’m back after a long hiatus with some new fic for ya!

Written for day one of Carrison Week put on by the lovely peeps at @carrisonfiesta. The prompt is “beginning of relationship.”

Thanks to my space twin @hewouldve for the beta! I love you passionately.

This fic takes place in my plausible verse, where Harrison and Carrie slowly come together after he separates from Melissa. It’s set in summer 2002, and the younger kids are preteens (Malcolm is 14, Georgia is 11, and Billie is 9).

The title comes from the song “A Sunday Kind of Love.” My favourite version is by The Four Seasons—you can listen to it here.

With all that said, on with the show!

“Uncle Harrison, can I ask you something?”

Billie’s question startled Harrison from washing their lunch dishes. Carrie had been feeling tired after the meal and despite her protests, Harrison had sent her to bed, where she was now snoring away.

He looked over at Billie as she wiped a plate dry. “Sure, squirt. Anything.”

“Why aren’t you dating Mom yet?”

Harrison practically choked on his own saliva. “What?” he asked, his eyes bulging against his will.

Georgia and Malcolm glanced at their father and Billie, smirking as they put dishes away. Of course Billie would be the one to bring up what the kids had been talking about for months now.

“Why aren’t you dating Mom?”

For once, Harrison was speechless. Unlucky for him, Billie was patient.

After a few moments, he finally figured out what to say. “Well, it hasn’t been that long since the divorce . . .”

“It’s been a year, Dad,” Malcolm piped in from the fridge.

Thanks, son. Harrison swallowed and tried again. “It hasn’t been that long since your mom’s last episode—”

“That was four years ago, Dad,” Georgia replied, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed, knowing he’d been caught. He threw the sponge in the sink and reached for a towel to dry his hands.

“Uncle Harrison?” Billie pressed.

Harrison leaned against the kitchen counter. “I don’t want to take advantage of her.”

Georgia’s eyebrows practically met her hairline. “Daddy, that’s the last thing you’d do.”

“We all know you want to be together,” Malcolm said. “You’ve wanted to be together as long as I can remember.”

Harrison winced a little, taking in the implications of what he said. “Malcolm—”

“I’m not mad about it, Dad,” he cut in. “You and Aunt Carrie work better as a couple than you and Mom do. You and Mom are better as bros.”

He frowned at that characterization, true as it might be. “But that doesn’t mean we should date. What if I’m the wrong thing for her?”

Billie stared at him. “Seriously?”

“Billie—”

“Ever since I was little, no matter what was going on, Mom or I could call you and you’d know exactly what to do, exactly what to say. You fixed everything, Uncle Harrison—how can you think you’d be bad for her?”

He was silent, looking at his feet. After a moment, he looked up, making eye contact with all three of them.

“What if we don’t work as a real couple?” he asked, showing his kids his vulnerability for possibly the first time. “I don’t know if either of us could survive it.”

“You will,” Georgia replied simply. “You’ve survived a lot together—more than some couples go through in entire marriages. And even if you don’t—and that’s a pretty big if—you’re the strongest people I know. You’ll make it.”

Harrison swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked in their hopeful faces. He gave them a half-grin.

“How should I ask her out?”

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Sun-Drenched Haze - Carrison Week Day 1

Prompt 1: Beginning of Relationship

This is au, Carrie is fifteen and Harrison is eighteen and they met during the summer. This is about their last day together. I hope y’all enjoy and participate in the carrison week!!!

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I know people who take sand from the beaches they visit. It’s some sort of memento, a way to remember that summer by. I’m not of those people, though. I don’t usually like to think back to the past, too much risk of remembering something that’s better off forgotten. Today, though, deserves some sand-keeping.

“Harrison,” he looks down to his lap, where Carrie’s head rests soundlessly. “Please don’t forget me,” she starts, her fifteen-year-old voice begs. “And all the things we did.” His head lowers further, until he’s hunched over her and their lips meet. The kiss is quick and sweet.

He lays her head gently on the sand while he gets up. He removes his shirt, only dressed in his swim trunks. She looks up at his through the six pm sunlight and smiles.

“Baby,” he laughs. He then scoops her over his shoulder and runs to the water’s edge. She holds on to his body, inhaling his scent: sunscreen, the ocean, and something extra that’s just him.

“Damn,” he winces. “The water’s so damn cold.” They both laugh as he drops her on the waves and washed up blue washes over them. They lay back, fingers intertwined, and this is the feeling she never wants to let go of. Letting the current carry them to the beginning, to the salt-drenched days of summer promises.

But the time is like the ocean, you can only hold so much in your hands. So they swim to the coast before they’re broken, before their bones become black coral on the sand.

Though it’s hours away, Carrie leans in and offers him a midnight kiss, the best kind. It’s carefree, it’s exciting, it’s a secret, a story for them and this summer to reminisce. His lips taste of salt and endings and his eyes sparkle the blue of the waves and her tears.

“I’ll remember this summer as the right one,” she promises, whispering in his sunburnt ear. His head sinks deeper into the crook of her neck, into her sunset hair.

“Hey, look at me.” He does. She wraps her legs around his torso and takes his face in her hands. “You, me and the sea, right?” she asks. The Three Musketeers.

“Forever.” He answers, their innocent lips locking as if it were the last time: urgent and demanding at first, but oh-so-sweet in the end. “I know this only makes it harder,” he says, twisting a lock of her hair. “But I love you.”

She has to kiss him again to prevent the tears from escaping her eyes. “I love you too.”

This is one of those days, the days when the sunlight paints them gold.

They walk hand in hand up the dunes, saying their goodbyes at the edge of the beach, where the street begins. The last hug lasts forever, her lips glued to his tan neck. “I guess this is it, huh kid?” he says.

“Yeah.” She mumbles, trying her best not to cry.

“I’ll miss ya.” He tightens his grip on her, his arms around her bare waist, his shirt soaking because of her wet bathing suit.

“Bye.” She whispers as he walks away. They’d decided to say goodbye in the afternoon before she left, so they’d do it where they first met. It seemed fitting.

As she walks back to her house, she relishes in her white summer. The kind that is full of sand and linen, the sea and soft sunshine, raspberries and lake water, a sun-drenched haze and sand on her jeans’ pocket. Her first white summer.

“Carrie!” she hears behind her, just the minute before she enters her car the next morning and never comes back.

“Harrison,” she could cry right then.

He runs towards his summer love in his worn-out flip flops and they hug. After a few moments, they kiss. They kiss all the kisses they can muster, the quick peck, the lingering kiss, the hungry, lip-biting, the loving kiss.

“Tell me this isn’t the end.” She begs.

“It isn’t the end.” He promises. “It’s only the beginning.”

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Carrison Week

We know carrison week was a while ago, August 21 to the 27th to be exact. We just want to say thank you for all those who participate, wrote the fics, made the edits and had fun with us and thank you for keeping it positive (as far as we know) and we'll keep on fangirling. Thank you again for participating 💗😘

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Hooked on a Feeling—A Carrison Fanfiction

Two fics in one day?!

Written for day four of Carrison Week put on by my homies at @carrisonfiesta . The prompt for this fic was “Comic Con/Interview.”

Thanks to my space twin @hewouldve for coming through with the last-minute beta! I love you so much

This story takes place in my plausible verse, where Carrie and Harrison slowly come together after Harrison separates from Melissa. It’s set in August 2016 at a con in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada (which just so happens to be my city 😉). As far as I know, Carrie has never been to a con in Ottawa, making this more AU than usual.

The title comes from Blue Swede’s “Hooked on a Feeling.” You can listen to the song here.

With all that said, on with the show!

“Any more questions from the crowd?”

Carrie took a sip from her Coke as the panel moderator asked for more questions. She’d heard Ottawa was one of Canada’s most boring cities, but after seeing all the cute little shops and the gay bars, she had to disagree. She made a mental note of the places she’d have to drag her husband and daughters to while they were in town as a little boy came up to the mic.

He cleared his throat. “Hello, Ms. Fisher.”

The crowd chuckled good-naturedly at the boy’s politeness. Carrie smiled softly. “Hi, you can call me Carrie. What’s your name?”

“Craig,” he replied.

“What’s your question, Craig?” the moderator cut in not unkindly.

“My question is, how often do you see Harrison Ford?” he asked innocently.

The crowd chuckled again. Carrie sat up a little and leaned in towards the crowd from her comfy chair.

“Craig, can I tell you a secret?” she said, her voice soft and gentle.

His eyes widened. “Sure!”

“I see him all the time—in fact, I saw him just before I came on stage,” she confided in the boy.

“Really?” he beamed, bouncing at the mic stand.

“Really,” she nodded, chuckling at his excitement. “Wanna know why?”

“Why?” he asked, ready to burst.

“Because I married him!” she grinned, speaking to him as if she was telling a story.

He gasped, shock and awe written all over his face. “That’s so cool!”

Carrie laughed along with the crowd. “It is!” she agreed. “Wanna see something else that’s cool?”

“What?” he asked, not sure how this day could get any cooler.

“Harrison!” she called, knowing her husband was lurking around backstage.

Naturally, the crowd went wild. Harrison poked his head around the curtain separating the general area from backstage and raised his eyebrows. She waved her arm in a “come on” motion.

He gave her a half-grin, knowing he could never refuse her, and sauntered on stage, the cheers now at deafening levels. Craig watched his two heroes on stage with wide eyes, taking in every little detail.

“I should have known you’d do this,” Harrison murmured to his wife once they finally met.

“I wanted to show Craig some proof,” she teased. “Can’t have him thinking I’m a liar.”

“Oh no, we can’t have that,” he agreed. “So, what do we do now? Kiss?”

She smirked. “Great idea, hotshot,” she whispered, bringing his lips to hers for a fiery kiss.

After a few moments, the two broke apart and sat down, sharing the same chair. The moderator leaned back in his chair in disbelief over what had just happened, the crowd still losing their minds.

Once the audience (finally) settled down, the moderator sat back up and cleared his throat, sweat forming on his brow.

“So, any questions for Harrison Ford?”

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A Road That Was Thorned and Narrow—A Carrison Fanfiction

Two fics in one week?!

Written for day three of Carrison Week put on by the peeps over at @carrisonfiesta . The prompt for day three was “favourite Carrison-related song/wedding day.”

Thank you to my lovely space twin @hewouldve for the kickass beta—love you babe!

This fic takes place in my plausible verse, where Harrison and Carrie slowly come together after he separates from Melissa. It’s set on June 15, 2011—and the date is important for a reason 😉

The title (and the italicized song lyrics in the fic) come from Neil Diamond’s “Play Me.” You can listen to the song here.

With all that said, on with the show!

She was morning and I was night time

Harrison glanced out the window as he tied his bow tie, smiling as he saw the near-perfect sun rays beaming through. His soon-to-be wife was very insistent they get married on June 15, and judging from the picturesque weather, she couldn’t have picked a better day.

I one day woke up to find her lying beside my bed. She softly said, “Come take me”

“Mom, it’s time to put the dress on!”

Billie’s excited voice drew Carrie out of her memories from the morning’s activities. They had decided not to do the traditional “sleeping separately the night before the wedding” thing—with everything they’d been through over the past 35 years, they figured they could take their chances with a superstition.

“Coming, Billie . . .”

For I’ve been lonely in need of someone, as though I’d done someone wrong somewhere. But I don’t know where, come lately

“Ready for the big day?” Steven asked, patting Harrison on the arm.

Sometimes, he couldn’t believe this was his life. Carrie came into his world when his life was nothing short of a shit show—his boys were a joy, but he was frustrated and moody all the time, unsure of his place in life. And then, Carrie Frances Fisher fell into his lap in a dark cab one London night, and nothing was ever the same.

“Fuck yeah, I am.”

You are the sun, I am the moon, you are the words, I am the tune, play me

“Carrie, dear, are you sure you don’t want to cover that tattoo?”

“Mother . . .” Carrie sighed, looking at Debbie. “I want it showing.”

“I’m just asking, dear.” Debbie raised her hands in surrender. “Think of the pictures. What if you can see it in the pictures?”

“We won’t be getting photos of our ankles, so I think we’re good,” Carrie quipped.

“It’s almost time!” Georgia exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. She went up to Carrie and handed her a box. “Here!”

“What is it?” she asked, smiling at her daughter.

“Dad wanted me to give it to you right before you walked down the aisle.”

She opened the box, revealing a tiny Millennium Falcon on a thin silver bracelet chain. Her hand flew to her mouth, amazed he took the stupid joke she made a month ago so seriously. But then again, this shouldn’t have surprised her—he’s always been the one person to take her seriously, treat her as an equal, value her. And she knew her influence on him, too—they made each other better people.

To others they might have been a mismatched couple, but they’ve always fit together, drawn to each other as if fate couldn’t stand to have them apart.

“Baby, will you help me put this on?”

Another place, another grace would save me

Harrison took a deep breath at the end of the aisle (set up in their backyard, of course), looking at the friends and family gathered. He turned to his groomsmen—Will patted him on the back, Todd gave him a thumbs up. His hands started twitching of their own will, his nerves getting the best of him.

Then, the music changed.

The assembled people turned around, watching the bridesmaids walk down the aisle. Harrison smiled at his sisters-in-law, Penny and Meryl, and his daughters. Billie gave him a wink, whisper-shouting, “She looks amazing!”

Harrison smirked at her, then glanced up as he heard the chairs scrape across the ground.

He locked eyes with Carrie—looking as radiant as the day he met her—as she walked down the aisle, and his anxiety was kicked to the curb.

She made it to the end, and he took her hand.

“Hey, sweetheart.”