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Harrison Ford laughing on his lounge chair.

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That look though

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Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford filming The Empire Strikes Back

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I had your job I was good at it.

It was simpler then.

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I finally made one, kill me now.

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new year’s day - a carrison fanfiction

Rating: T Summary: carrie fisher is throwing a new year’s eve party and a certain movie star shows up. featuring friendship and a lot of sass. set during the 80s. Disclaimer: this is a real person fan fiction, so it all definitely came from our imagination and we’re not trying to offend anyone (you know the drill).  A/N:  i wrote this for Ashley’s ( @hansoloorgana ) birthday but only decided to post now (seems fitting huh?). yes, this is based off of taylor swift’s song by the same name.

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Child of Love- Chapter 6

A/N: Here it is you guys! I know it’s been a long wait, but I have finally written chapter 6 to Child of Love. I love the support I have been getting for this fic, and I want to thank all of you! 

This fic is also on AO3 if you would prefer to read or comment there. All the chapters are in one place so it’s easier to go back and reread if you need to.

There is a bit of a time jump, which will probably be happening quite a bit from here on out. 

Carrie was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, head against the frame of the car as she watched the scenery go by. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the colors held her attention. She thought about the beauty of the day, and how she had hardly slept.

She was excited for the family day out they had planned and to see her daughter get to enjoy the day somewhere that had been bringing Carrie much joy.

She felt Harrison gently place a hand palm up on her left thigh. She looked down at the large, rough, calloused hand briefly before placing her smaller, softer hand in it, lacing their fingers together, giving his a gentle squeeze.

She looked over at him and saw his eyes flicker momentarily to her then back towards the road.

“I love you.” Harrison told her out of the blue. His voice was soft; caring.

“I love you too.” She responded, her voice a mere whisper. She then looked at their three year old, sleeping peacefully in the back seat.

They left Gary with Debbie for the day, despite Carrie’s attempts to smuggle him into the car. There was something about that dog that made Carrie feel at ease when she couldn’t quite ground herself. Harrison understood, but remained firm that Disneyland was not the place for him. He would become overexcited and one of them would have to stay with him off the rides at all times.

The small family pulled into the parking lot and found a spot with little trouble. They made their way to the gate with relatively no hassles as well. People were kind enough to leave them alone and let them get into the park.

Harrison would have been the first to admit that he was concerned about how their day out was going to go and if people would stop them every five seconds.

They made their way towards the ride’s that Carys could go on. She was excited and talking her little head off about all the characters she was seeing. She wanted pictures with the princesses and Mickey and Minnie and their friends.

Lunch rolled around and Harrison allowed himself one day of eating poorly. He was getting his body back in shape to film the third Indiana Jones movie, but he figured one day wouldn’t kill him.

They spent the day laughing and having a ball. They chose to go on one final ride for the day.

Harrison squatted down to Carys, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, we have time for one more ride. What do you want?” he asked gently.

Carys placed her hand on her chin, a habit she had picked up from watching the adults. She looked at the options around her, and Harrison watched her eyes widen as she found the perfect one. She pointed and he followed to where her gaze had landed. “Cup-cups! Cup-cups!” She squealed pointing to the spinning teacups.

“Alright sweetie, we’ll go on the cup-cups.” Harrison’s stomach was telling him that wasn’t such a good idea, but he was going to make his daughter happy.

Carys held onto both Carrie and Harrison’s hand and the three of them walked over to the ride together. Once they got in line, Carrie picked up her daughter, and the two of them began having a conversation that Harrison could only understand every third word of.

The line was moving slower than molasses on in the middle of winter, so Harrison took the opportunity to watch his two favorite ladies. Carys was nearly a spitting image of her mother save for his hazel eyes instead of Carrie’s chocolate brown eyes. She also had Harrison’s height, which Carrie was grateful for.

They finally reached the front of the line for the teacups, and the three of them were able to get into one. Harrison made the cup spin pretty fast, and Carys was laughing her head off with her high-pitched screaming laugh.

“Dizzy daddy! Dizzy!” She chanted. Carys clapped as the ride came to an end, and the three of them laughed. As they were being let out, Carys stood on the bench and held her hands up towards the sky, silently asking for Harrison to carry her. Harrison picked her up, but his balance was a little off and before he knew it, it was tumbling down with Carys in his arms. His first instinct was to make sure she didn’t get hurt.

Harrison instinctively cradled her head in his hand and rolled his body towards the side, causing him to land on his hip and ribs, effectively knocking the air out of him. He rolled on his back and laid there as Carrie kneeled down next to them.

“Are you two okay?” Carrie panicked slightly, knowing he landed hard.

“Okay mommy.” Carys told her, and then looked down at Harrison. “Daddy okay?” Harrison laid there for a moment, trying to catch the breath back into his lungs, but breathing hurt. He knew there was a very good chance he cracked a rib.

“Daddy’s alright Princess.” He told her, then looked at Carrie, his eyes conveying he was in pain.

Carrie pulled Carys to her side, and then gently helped Harrison up. He was having issues walking because he hurt, but he wasn’t going to let Carys see it.

They got her home and put down for a nap, and Carrie called Debbie, asking her to bring Gary home and to watch Carys while she took Harrison to the ER.

Debbie was more than happy to do so. Harrison sat in the living room in pain, knowing George and Stephen were going to be furious. He was supposed to start shooting the new Indiana Jones in a month and he couldn’t do any strenuous activity for 6-8 weeks, let alone be in shape.

Three hours later, Harrison and Carrie were back at the house. Harrison’s ribs were wrapped, Carys could tell her father was hurt. She walked over to him, and gently touched his leg.

“Daddy owwy?” Carys asked, tears in her eyes.

Carrie kneeled down to her daughter, and looked her in the eyes. “Daddy, does have an owwy, so we need to be careful of his side and Daddy can’t pick you up right now, but you can still hug and kiss him and I think he would like that.” Carrie picked up her daughter, and lifted her towards her husband.

Carys wrapped her little arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Feel better daddy.”

Harrison smiled at his daughter “Thank you My Little Princess” Carys wiggled out of her mother’s arms and went back to playing with her toys as Carrie helped Harrison upstairs to their bedroom. His pain meds would be kicking in soon.

He laid down on the bed, and soon Carys entered the room and climbed onto the bed. She got on his good side and curled up under his arm. Carrie put a movie on as she went to go make something for dinner.

When she came up half an hour later, they had both fallen fast asleep with Harrison’s arm just as it had been earlier that day.

Safely protecting his little girl from any harm.

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Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford behind the scenes of The Empire Strikes Back

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Carrison- forever

So I know that it’s supposed to be headcanons, but as I was typing this out, it came out more as a ficlet to me, so enjoy!

Carrie looked down at the word on her phone. Harrison was back home and she was getting ready to fly back from London. She looked down and saw she had a text from him. He never texted, but he knew she wasn’t looking forward to this flight. She opened it up and there it was.

One word.

Seven letters.

Forever.

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Carrie and Harrison BTS of The Empire Strikes Back

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Here’s a little Carrison drabble! 

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”It was Han and Leia during the week, and Carrie and Harrison during the weekend”.

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Carrison Spooning, Bonus if Harrison is the Little Spoon

dude i’m sorry that the spooning isn’t the main part of this, i just got carried away ahaha thanks for the prompt!

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Aftera long day of work for both, Carrie and Harrison met up at her apartment on theWest Side, the fourth night they did this week. They really weren’t supposed tomeet up again in a few days as they both officially weren’t dating and were wantingto take their relationship slow this time around, but secretly wanted to betogether as much as possible. So, when Harrison casually mentioned he was “reallyfucking tired of this acting shit” and reallywanted to become a hermit and live in the woods, Carrie immediatelysuggested he come to her house, under the pretense of dissuading him of thatnonsense.

“Howwill you do that?” he asked then, amused as ever with Carrie. She, of course,didn’t disclose her master plan to him, urging him to “hurry, cuddles!” andpromptly hanging up.

Uponhis arrival, he was met with an already-in-pajamas Carrie, being led to herdimly lit room. The television was turned on and two cups of steaming tea wereresting on the bedside table.

“Here’sthe way tonight’s gonna go,” Carrie started, smiling up at Harrison. “We’re gonnaget in bed and watch all the classics we can before one of us falls asleep.”

Harrisonlaughed, but went along with it. “I feel very overdressed.” He pointed at hispants and shirt, totally the wrong sleepwear.  

“Oh,right,” Carrie said as she realized that, maybe, she should’ve told him tobring pajamas. “I might have something, hold on,” she told him, disappearing insideher closet.

Afew moments later, she came back and handed him a t-shirt. “Drop the pantsmister. I’m starting Rebel Without ACause.” She said, winking at him.

Helooked at the t-shirt and couldn’t quite say anything for a few seconds. “Youstill have it?” he asked, in disbelief.

“Ofcourse I still have it.” Carrie smiled. “I sleep in it more than I’d like toadmit.”

Hebrought it to his nose and reassured her: “Smells like you now.”

“Notafter tonight, hopefully.” She patted then empty space next to her expectantly.He changed and hopped into bed, settling down comfortably next to her.

Themovie started and they watched it, every now and then stealing glances at eachother or pretending they were Very Interested in the film.

Hishand dropped to her thigh and his fingers traced circular motions on herexposed skin. As his fingers moved, she tried to keep her attention on James Dean,but the burning question made it impossible: is this sexual again? Or is it love?

Asthe hours passed by them, they started to drift off, Harrison before, closelyfollowed by a very tired Carrie. Her arms were draped over his torso when shewoke up the following morning, their legs intertwined.

Fora moment, she became utterly in fear of waking him up. They had done it: slepttogether without actually sleepingtogether. For some reason, that thought made Carrie so unbelievably happy,as though it were a step in a new direction, in the right direction.

Sheheld her breath. He moved. In fact, he fully turned around, body parallel to hers.She instinctively closed her eyes and pretended to be Still Asleep.

Sheremained like that for a few minutes alone in her bed with only Harrison andher thoughts. That is, until Harrison whispered under his breath: “You’re sobeautiful.”

Shereally did freeze right then.

“Iknow you don’t think so, but you are.” He continued, moving ever-so-slightly. “Theblemishes and the scars and everything else,” he breathed out. “make you sobeautiful.”

Carriescreamed at her brain to open her eyes and say something, but, alas, the eyeswouldn’t open and her voice wouldn’t sound.

“Thatmark right in the center of your cheek,” he started. “That’s us, that’s ourfuture.”

“Theone just under your lips,” His adorable morning voice echoed in her ears. “You’remy partner, that’s what I see when I look at it.”

“Andthat one on your nose is my favorite.” He finished: “Because it’s the rest ofour lives.”

Shemoved the inch that separated them, closing her lips on his. For a moment, theywere just two mouths and four closed eyes.

“Noone’s ever said anything quite that corny in all my life.” She admitted,kissing him again.

“Isit alright? That I said all those things to you just then?” Harrison asked, trappingher lip in between his teeth.

“It’sexactly what I needed.” She whispered to him, turning her body around, fittinginto him perfectly. “Now, let’s cuddle and watch Casablanca.”

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Hey guys! It’s that time of the week again! I have another chapter of the Perfect ‘verse for you! As always you can leave a comment on the fic itself or drop one in my inbox if you would like! 

This week isn’t as angsty as the last few chapters have been! SO please, ENJOY!

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Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford as Leia Organa and Han Solo in “The Empire Strikes Back”