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Carrison Week
The CarrisonHanLeia groupchat have decided to have a Carrison Week since that is something fun and creative that our amazing fandom hasn’t had the chance to experience and it will be held from August 21 to August 27.
Here are the Rules:
1) Offensive comments and/or Writing are NOT allowed and will be immediately deleted.
2) Please tag ‘CarrisonFiesta’ and ‘CarrisonWeek’ so we can reblog the stories and edits.
3) Have fun and be creative with all you plan on making for the Fandom to enjoy.
PROMPTS:
Day 1- Beginning of Relationship
Day 2- Proposal
Day 3- Favorite Carrison related Song / Wedding Day
Day 4- Comic Con / Interview
Day 5- Alternative Universe (AU)
Day 6- Free Write ( go crazy with your own prompt, could be HanLeia as well :) )
Day 7- CrossWorlds ( Carrison thrown into one of their movies, your pick on which)
EDITS & GIFS:
Day 1- Everything Carrie Fisher
Day 2- Everything Harrison Ford
Day 3- Favorite Moment
Day 4- Carrison related Song and/or Quote
Day 5- Alternative Universe (AU)
Day 6- Everything HanLeia
Day 7 - Free Day (Edits, Fics, videos)
If anyone has any questions please Email us at [email protected] or an Ask in our blog.
Thank you and Happy Carrison Week
#CarrisonWeek#Carrison#CarrisonFiesta#carrie fisher#harrison ford#han x leia#rpf#star wars#leia organa#han solo
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Carrison Week: Day 2- Proposal
Harrison had everything planned out.
He was going to take Carrie out for a nice dinner, then he was going to lead Carrie on a walk through some of the land, and when they got down by the river where it was dark and secluded, he would tell her to look up at the stars. While she was looking up, he would get down on one knee, and he would give her an excuse to look down, and then he would ask her.
Harrison opened the door at the restaurant, and ushered Carrie inside before him. They walked up to the maître d’. “Reservation for 2 for Ford.” Harrison told the man, smiling at Carrie after he said it.
“I’m sorry sir, but you’re not on the list.” Harrison’s smile immediately turned into a frown.
“That can’t be right, I made this reservation months ago. Ford. F-O-R-D.” Harrison stated. Carrie place a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
The maître d' frowned at him, not appreciating the insinuation. “I know who you are and how to spell it, but I’m telling you it’s not here.”
Harrison fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Okay then, can we get a table anyway?”
“I’m sorry sir, but we are completely booked for the night.” Harrison sighed. He wasn’t going to start an argument in town.
Carrie leaned over to him, “Hey babe, it’s alright. We can go eat somewhere else.”
They walked out of the restaurant, Harrison feeling a bit dejected about the beginning of his plans for the night. They went to a diner down the block that they enjoyed eating at when they were in town.
It wasn’t quite the romantic dinner Harrison had imagined, and he was almost certain Carrie could see his frustration, though she hadn’t said anything.
After eating dinner, they made their way back to the ranch. Harrison thought maybe he could salvage the rest of the night.
“Why don’t we take a walk?” Harrison suggested, jostling the ring box in his pocket.
“Okay,” Carrie smiled and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and giving his hand what she hoped would be a calming squeeze.
They had been walking in silence for a few minutes, when Carrie spoke up. “I really love it out here.” She looked at him, and noticed he seemed to have something on his mind.
Harrison could feel the heat of her stare on him, and looked at her. “I’m glad you enjoy it out here. I wasn’t really sure how you were going to feel about living in the middle of what is basically nowhere Wyoming part time.”
“It’s nice. A definite welcome change from the hustle and bustle of the city.” Harrison smiled at her and squeezed her hand. They walked quietly down to the river.
Harrison looked up, and instead of seeing the stars like he had hoped, all he saw was thick clouds. Suddenly they heard a loud clap of thunder, and saw a flash of lightning.
“OH you have got to be kidding me!” Harrison mumbled. He turned to look at Carrie, “It looks like we are going to have to cut this walk shorter than I had planned. It’s going to storm and it’s not safe by the lake and with all these trees.”
They had only made it a few steps before there was another clap of thunder and rain started pouring down. The couple made a mad dash for the house, but due to not being able to see very well in the dark, Harrison tripped over a tree root sticking up out of the ground. His foot caught and he felt his ankle snap.
He couldn’t help but scream out in pain, causing Carrie to turn around and see him laying on the ground. Carrie attempting to help him stand up, but her small frame couldn’t support him. She ran to the house and called 911. She ran back outside with a towel and a blanket as to attempt to keep him from getting pneumonia.
It wasn’t too long before the sounds of sirens could be heard coming closer.
Carrie had informed the operator that he was still outside and not in the house. Luckily they hadn’t been far from the residence, so it didn’t take long to find them. Carrie rode in the ambulance with Harrison, and it was determined that he had at the very least severely sprained it, and very possibly broke it.
They cut the leg of the pants on the injured ankle, and Carrie heard something fall out as they tried to take the other half off. She looked around but couldn’t see anything, and turned her attention back to Harrison.
Carrie sat in a private room waiting to be informed about what was going on with Harrison when a nurse walked in.
“Unfortunately, he still isn’t out of x-ray yet, but one of the paramedics said they found this in the back of the ambulance and asked that I give it to you.” The nurse handed Carrie a small box, and Carrie took it with a confused look on her face, but thanked the nurse anyway.
She was about to open the box when a doctor walked in. “You can go in and see him now.”
She followed the doctor to his private room, and they had ice on his ankle, but it looked very swollen and bruised already.
Harrison smiled at her as she walked in, and she smiled back, but Harrison could tell it was strained. “Hey sweetheart.”
“Hey.” she flipped the box in her hand.
Harrison noticed the movement, and saw the object in her hand. Immediately connecting what it was, his eyes widened. “Hey princess, where did you get the box?” he gestured towards her moving hands with his head.
“Apparently it was in the ambulance, and I’m guessing it was in your pants.” she shrugged. “I didn’t get the chance to open it, but I’m pretty sure I know what’s in there.”
Harrison sighed, this is definitely not how he pictured this night to go. He wanted it to be perfect and yet here he was, laying in a hospital bed with his ankle throbbing and probably broken. “Look I had this marvelous night planned out, but nothing seemed to go to-“
He was cut off by Carrie speaking. “Ask me.”
“I’m sorry, what?” He couldn’t tell if he was beginning to become delirious from the pain.
She walked over to the bed, grabbed his hand, placed the ring box into his palm, and curled his fingers around it. “Ask me. Right now. I don’t need a fancy dinner, and I don’t need a perfect night. Fuck, I don’t even need a ring. I just need you to ask. So… ask.”
Harrison took a deep breath and opened the box. He heard Carrie gasp when she saw the ring, and he couldn’t help but feel a tiny surge of pride. “Carrie Frances Fisher, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” she shouted, and even though she knew it was coming, she couldn’t help the tears that escaped.
Both of their hands were shaking as he put the ring on, after a failed attempts. She placed her newly ringed hand on his cheek before leaning down and kissing him.
To Harrison, this was a better pain reliever than anything he could be prescribed.
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Carrison Week: Day 1- Beginning of Relationship
A/N: So this is my take on how Harrison might have seen that night of George’s Birthday in 1976.
This is RPF aka Real Person FICTION! I obviously don’t know Harrison’s point of view from that night, and we probably never will since he is insanely private. I’m not claiming to know every detail of what happened, so no fucking anon hate, please and thanks!
Harrison entered the party hoping to find some familiar faces that he could interact with for a bit and then get the hell out of there. The place was crowded and he couldn’t even find the man of honor. After a while of searching, and almost as much drinking, Harrison finally found George. The two men exchanged pleasantries and Harrison wished the man signing his checks a happy birthday, but little more was said before George was pulled away.
Harrison said his hello’s to Mark and a few other people he knew from set like Peter Mayhew, and Anthony Daniels, but overall, he just stood off to a corner. He was getting ready to leave when he spotted several of the larger grips surrounding the only female he could think to be at this party.
Carrie.
He hadn’t known her long, but she was charming, adorable, and tiny compared to him. She also appeared to be intoxicated, and it looked as though those men were going to take advantage of that.
Harrison couldn’t just stand by and let it happen. He needed to jump in.
“Hey, where are you taking her?" He demanded to know. He saw the guys look around to see if he had drawn any attention to them, and when they were happy to find he hadn’t, they just smiled at him.
“Nowhere, man, the lady just want’s to get a little air is all.” One of them answered, grip still on her forearm.
“Pardon me" Harrison walked towards Carrie, placing an arm on her shoulder, and wrapping his other arm around her forearm. “but the lady doesn’t seem to be very aware of what she wants.”
The men put up a bit of a struggle, but Harrison fought back hard. Harrison felt a sharp kick to the shin, but managed to free Carrie, and get her to his car.
“Go! GO!” Harrison yelled to the driver.
Harrison watched as Carrie began to sober, and pretty quick. He looked at her, and in the moonlight shining through the car window, she looked magnificent.
From the moment he saw her, when she was coming out with various hairstyles to show George, he thought she was attractive. Honestly he didn't know a lot about her, but there was something about her that made him want to know more. Realizing not much had been said between the two of them, Harrison placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, are you okay?” He could imagine how shaken up she might be after that.
“Yeah, I’m good.” she replied with a strained smile. Harrison looked around the back seat, and happened to spot what he had been looking for.
“Aha!” He smiled, “here, drink this.” he passed her a bottle, and she lifted an eyebrow suspiciously. “It’s water, I promise.”
Carrie grabbed the bottle from him, letting out a moan as she drank the contents.
Harrison’s tongue ran across his bottom lip as she let out moans of pleasure for the water. He was still tipsy and those noises were doing things to him.
She drank almost the entire thing, leaving a bit for him. “Thank you for that,” she smiled, “I saved you a bit.”
Harrison looked into her eyes as he took the bottle from her hand, and finished off the water, before dropping the empty bottle onto the floor and leaning in to kiss her.
“I won’t go any further unless you give me the okay.” Harrison told her when he was mere inches from her lips.
She provided her answer by closing the gap between them, pressing their lips together.
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Carrison Week: Day 3- Wedding
A/N: So writing weddings really isn’t my forte, but I gave it a shot since the other prompt was Songs and anything I would have chosen would have been sad and made people most likely cry. So here is my wedding, and yes there is some cliche Star Wars easter eggs in here.
The day had finally arrived.
That day that Carrie had been waiting 40 years for.
Today was the day Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford were going to get married.
It had taken a long time getting here, and the two of them were finally going to be husband and wife.
Carrie was putting the finishing touches on getting ready, while her bridesmaids fussed over the smallest details. Honestly Carrie didn’t really give a flying fuck if every single last hair was in perfect place. The only thing she truly cared about was that Harrison was standing at the alter, waiting for her.
She heard a knock on the door, and Billie opened it to reveal Mark standing on the other side.
“It’s time, Carrie.” was all he said before he turned around and headed back outside.
The women all lined up and the music began as they made their way down the stairs that created a pathway down the hill and to her mother’s house.
Carrie stood in the door way once everyone was in place, and the music changed. She slowly made her way down the stair, more as to make sure she didn’t fall than anything to do with the traditional rhythm of the song. As she made her way down the stairs, she took in everything.
She had chosen Billie as her maid of honor. In her mind there was no other choice. Billie was he light, her life, and she wanted nothing more than to have her daughter next to her.
Next to Billie was Penny. Those two went way back, to before Carrie’s first marriage, where coincidentally, Penny was the maid of honor.
And finally next to Penny was Meryl. Another one of her truest friends, who she couldn’t imagine not being a part of this day.
Mark was standing at the head of the alter. He had offered to officiate the ceremony for them, that way they could avoid all of the religious aspects that neither of them felt were necessary, and they could have a bit more free reign.
At the end of the groomsmen was Peter Mayhew sitting on his stool. He flashed Carrie a smile, and a discreet thumbs up. He couldn’t stand for long periods of time, and they were more than willing to help him so that he could be in the wedding.
Next to Peter, was George, the man who brought them together. Who knew that on the set of a fun 3 month space movie that no one thought was going to be an actually good movie would lead her to have a booming career, and more importantly the man she was going to marry today.
Finally, next to George was Harrison Best Man, Steven. The other man with which provided Harrison with so many fun opportunities, and even gave Carrie an extra reason to kiss Harrison back in the day, not that she really needed it.
Finally her eyes landed on the man who made her life seem brighter, just by being in it. He looked exquisite in his tuxedo, and she was more than ready to finally be his wife.
She reached the alter and she saw the tears that were shining in Harrison’s eyes. Carrie felt the telltale sting of the tears welling up as she grabbed the hand Harrison had extended, lacing their fingers together and squeezing.
“Friends, family, we are gathered here to see these two finally do what should have been done years ago, and get married!” Mark started his speech, and everyone in the audience chuckled.
“I’m going to keep this short, we will let these two say their vows, and I will close.” Mark looked at Carrie, and nodded to her.
“Harrison. Things were so much different when we first met. You were married, I was just out of drama college and had barely had much in the way of relationships, but we clicked. We’ve had our rough patches, but you always were and always will be my first choice, you suck up, half-witted, scruffy looking,” at the moment she ran her fingers over the slight beard he had been growing, “nerfherder.”
“Harrison,” Mark prompted.
“It’s funny, when we met you were wearing a white dress. Here we are, 40 years later, and you are standing in front of me in, yet again, a white dress. I am quite glad though, that this time around, you decided to forego the cinnamon roll hairstyle,” Carrie chuckled as did the audience. “It just goes to show you, some things never change.” Harrison continued.
“True, you still drive me crazy.” Carrie responded, naturally as though she had been saying it her whole life instead of the last 3 years.
“Hey now,” he did his famous finger point, “I let you have your turn. This is my time.” He threw a wink at her, and she chuckled once more. “I love the fact that despite how long it took for us to get here, we finally made it, and I plan on making you the happiest I can for the rest of my life.”
Mark looked at the two of them and laughed. “May the Force be with you.”
There was a collective groan from everyone, but especially Harrison, Carrie, and George.
“Harrison, you may-“ Before Mark could finish the sentence, Harrison had pulled Carrie into his arms and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate show of his love.
“… kiss the bride.”
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Dear Haters:
I feel the need to clarify that CARRISON WEEK was created for CARRISON FANS. If any of you out there that don’t like CARRISON or think we are being ‘Disrespectful’ and just the thought of us make you go out and say slick shit nobody asked for, I have a few tips that i think will help you...
1) Block our blog and blacklist our tags.
2) Stay away and/or DO NOT search CARRISON WEEK or CARRISON on the days of AUGUST 21 to AUGUST 27 because believe me our happiness and our creative stories and edits will make you angry (which I personally couldn’t give a flying fuck about)
3) Mind your own business and remember what your parents hopefully taught you “IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY or IF IT’S UNWANTED AND UNASKED TASTELESS OPINIONS DO NOT SAY ANYTHING AT ALL’
All you haters just need to follow these few tips and I promise your now filled with CARRISON HATE life will get better. But if all you want is ATTENTION all you need to do is message me at my blog SOREIDY27 (The Carrison Shipper writing this) and I’ll make you famous.
Thank you and for all that are excited to participate in “That certain week” We CarrisonFiesta blog promise to try and make that week as enjoyable and hater free as possible.
Have a very Unproductive day with your unwanted and stupid opinions haters.
#Carrison haters#carrison#CarrisonWeek#CarrisonFiesta#carrie fisher#harrison ford#A certain week#fuck all ya haters#if you want to say something don't indirectly reference our blog#sorry not sorry
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