#POI fanfic

[myfriendtheurbanlegend]

Healing Mountain / Mercy

Where is he going? He's running, to nowhere. His past was ashes and he had no future, not while he still roamed this plane. Death would claim him but he would meet him mounted and free. He would not let his last breath in an Ironclad camp.

The cover for Healing Mountain. Inspired by Wardruna's song, Lyfjaberg.

I made this in Paintstorm, from a photobashed composition. One day I'll paint John Reese in full armor and a sword as tall as him.

#person of interest #poi art #john reese #harold finch #poi fanfic

[cerealkiddie]

RAGHHH. I wanna make agere content for real TV shows. like how ppl do with good omens or supernatural. I wanna do it for characters from person of interest.

spoilers for s3 and after

shaw is a regressor and root is her mama. reese and harold r both flips. they take care of each other and carter is reese's mama. he def pushes his regression away when she dies. lionel is a babysitter, occasionally looking after shaw. harold has referred to 'the machine' as mama, his subconscious took in root's suggestion that the machine is a she. after s5 when the machine finally reboots I hc she contacts him and helps w his regression and coping with loosing his friends :(

#.drowsy writes #fandom agere #person of interest #person of interest headcanons #poi fanfic

[zoi-no-miko]

Fandom: Person of Interest (TV), Kushiel's Legacy - Jacqueline Carey Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Oaths & Vows, Breaking Celibacy Vows, Cassiline Reese was just too perfect to resist, Asexuality Spectrum, Explicit Sexual Content, Feelings Realization, Porn with Feelings Summary: 

Harold de Rocaille aims to utilize a masked celebration to evesdrop on those who would ignore a pair of lovers. Who better to help him act the part than his oath-sworn Cassiline protector?

It's just an act, after all. Cassilines are sworn to celibacy, and even if they weren't... why would one such as John Reese ever desire him?

____________________

Because I am always, always a whore for these two sweet broken darlings finding love and happiness together <3

#rinch #person of interest #poi #harold finch #john reese #kushiel's legacy #poi fanfic #my writing #demisexual john reese #demisexual harold finch #always fucking love putting them on the scale #but especially in fantasy france

[this-is-krikkit]

#person of interest #sameen shaw #poi fanfic #poi fics #root x shaw #shoot fics #sort of #aaaaaaaaah i posted it #i was microcorrecting it to death and ruining it so i decided to post it #i havent written them in so long be nice? #my stuff

[cock-holliday]

3x4x5 (1.2)

Prompt: Food As A Love Language

Fandom: POI

WC: 719

“Hey sweetie…”

Shaw rolled her eyes with such an intensity and intentionality that she could recall her father’s voice saying ‘it could get stuck like that..’

When Shaw’s vision returned, her gaze trained down the scope at her target. The man in her sights was busy chattering away on his phone in his expensive and, if Shaw were to give her opinion, tasteless apartment.

“There better be a damn good reason you’re hogging the channel right now, Root,” Shaw threatened.

“Sounds like someone is hangry this morning…”

“I do not have time for this,” Shaw huffed, “Tell me why you’re calling or get off the line.”

“It sounds like you’ve got nothing but time. Has Mr. Demoine done anything besides talk on the phone so far?”

“How did you–you know what?” Shaw sighed, leaning back from the rifle, “I don’t care. What do you want?”

“Can’t I just want to wish you a good morning?”

“It’s not a good morning,” Shaw countered, “I’m perched on the roof of an insurance company watching our number tell his mistress what he’d do to her if he wasn’t tragically shackled to the mother of his children. I’m freezing my ass off, I haven’t slept since Finch started having me babysit this loser’s ass from across the street, and I didn’t get to have my morning bagel.”

“You’re right, that is a rough morning. Maybe I can make it better…”

Shaw squinted at the faint shape of her target as he wandered around his kitchen, “You gonna blow up his apartment complex?”

“Sadly, no,” Root’s voice replied, “You’ll have to keep Andrew alive long enough to see his divorce. I do have something to make it up to you, though…”

Shaw’s eyes narrowed.

“Behind the roof access hatch is a lockbox on the ground. The combination is 07734.”

“07734?” Shaw groaned, “What are you, twelve? Why didn’t you make it 2318008?”

Shaw stood up regardless, propping the gun against the half-wall of her lookout. She stalked quietly to the hatch and found what Root had described, a lunchbox-sized container on the ground with an electric combination lock.

“Well, that would have been immature,” Root reasoned, “Besides, I’m more of an ass gal.”

Shaw snorted, quickly inputting the code and shaking her head when it beeped in an affirmative. Shaw wasn’t sure what to expect. With Root it could really be anything. A weapon. A cryptic clue for some goose chase Root wanted her to drop everything for. Maybe at this point it might even just be a bomb and she had entered the code for her own demise without even realizing. Given how the morning was going, she wouldn’t entirely mind that possibility.

Rather than a weapon or mysterious file or a building-leveling explosive, inside the box was a familiar bag from Sadie’s. Shaw would know that aroma instantly.

“Is this–”

“Your breakfast order? Yes. Down to a pack of those awful little cookies you like.”

Shaw tossed the box unceremoniously to the roof floor, ignoring the squelch of gravel as it skittered away and instantly tore into the bag and took a large bite of her bagel, moaning into the wafting scent.

“You’re welcome,” Root added.

“Ar’ight,” Shaw sighed around a mouthful of food, “What’d’ya want in return?”

“No favor,” Root replied cheerfully.

Shaw’s eyes narrowed and she stopped chewing, “Bullshit.”

“Honest,” Root continued, her amusement dripping through her voice, “I heard you missed breakfast. And it is Thursday, and rituals ought to be respected.”

“Well,” Shaw replied, “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“It is really fucking good. And the cookies aren’t gross, you have no taste.”

Root chuckled into Shaw’s ear, “Whatever you say, sweetie.”

Shaw dug another large bite into the bread, sighing a little as her senses became overpowered by the flavor combination.

“Have fun on your stakeout. I’ll be around.”

“Root,” Shaw sighed, “If there is one thing I can count on, it’s that I’ll see your ass again.”

There was a pause on the line, and then a brief chuckle, “An ass girl too? I should be so lucky.”

The line went dead before Shaw could reply, not that Shaw knew what to say that could do her sentiment better justice than yet another eyeroll.

Still, she had to admit, it was a damn good bagel.

#3x4x5 #poi #poi fanfic #shoot #shaw/root #person of interest

[potcpoi]

"#okay so first of all#ISAGRIM WHY!!!!!!!#it's 2022 I did not ask to get emotional over harold and shaw again"

*grin* You're Welcome!

Also, I'm glad this rang true to you!! I always wanted one more scene between Harold and Shaw and so this is my answer to that! I loved their dynamic and cherished the few episodes when it was only Harold and Shaw!

The cleaning of the glasses thing was something inspired by "Symbolic Constant".

I hope you enjoyed causing us poi related pain and feels five (5!) years after the show ended.

Everyone go read this fic and then yell at isagrim about it:

worlds enough and time — “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” - for... (tumblr.com)

#send me proof of your yelling #isagrimorie #askbox #poi fanfic

[myqueenmarceline]

Unfortunate Interruption

Summary: Root and Shaw are having a nice, intimate moment. Before they get too hot and heavy, Bear interrupts.

Warnings: Some making out and intimate touching, but no actual sex.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38878671

“We should do this more often.” Root mumbled, rubbing her face back and forth against Shaw’s shoulder.

She was lying half on top of Shaw, with one arm draped over Shaw’s waist as she shamelessly used her as a body pillow. Her temporary bed wasn’t the biggest, but it was enough to fit them comfortably if they stayed close.

Shaw didn’t reply for a moment. She just kept moving her hand in slow, smooth circles on Root’s lower back. Her calloused fingertips sent pleasant shivers up Root’s spine. They had been cuddling under the blanket for so long that every part of Shaw was hot. She always had a warmer core body temperature than Root, but her hands could be incredibly cold sometimes.

“I don’t know, having a shootout with you backing me up is pretty exciting.” Shaw was smirking, Root could see it out of the corner of her eye.

“Are you saying you don’t like relaxing with me?” Root asked, pressing a kiss to the exposed part of Shaw’s shoulder. Her hair fell down over her face, brushing against Shaw’s arm as she did it again.

Shaw shivered slightly, but she stayed relaxed. Root kissed one of the tiny scars scattered across her body, then moved up. She pressed light kisses around the edge of Shaw’s shoulder, feeling Shaw’s skin as if she was noticing it for the first time. Root tilted her head, and nipped at Shaw’s collarbone. She dragged her tongue over the dip where bone turned into muscle, grinning slightly as Shaw grunted.

Shaw tensed slightly, and she pinched Root’s lower back as a warning. “I thought we were relaxing?”

Root grinned, knowing that she could play a bit more before Shaw jumped her. “I think you’re like a cat.”

“Hm?” Shaw prompted, tilting her head to the side slightly.

Root was tempted to just keep kissing her neck, but the urge to break the peace was too great.

“Yeah, you’re definitely a cat. You act all independent and cold, but then you still crawl into my bed and purr every night.” Root pressed a wet, loving kiss right in middle of Shaw’s neck and giggled as Shaw frowned.

Shaw’s smiles were something rare and precious, and Root was proud of each one that she got, but she also loved Shaw’s frowns. There was a difference between genuine anger and a bit of annoyance, and the way her perfect lips pressed together made Root want to kiss them even more. Shaw was gorgeous no matter what, but Root always liked breaking her poker face and getting some emotion.

“Aww, don’t be like that sweetie. I like it.” Root kissed Shaw’s cheek, and kissed it again when Shaw didn’t turn her head away. “I’ve always been a fan of cats, and I’ll do anything I can to earn your love.”

Shaw finally moved her free hand, taking Root’s chin in two fingers. It wasn’t a hard grip, but Root didn’t pull away. She pursed her lips slightly, giving Shaw her best puppy dog eyes.

“You mean that?” Shaw asked, and Root could swear she saw the corner of Shaw’s lips twitch up.

“Of course. I’d do anything for you.” Root batted her eyelashes, moving one hand to rest on Shaw’s chest. Shaw’s heartbeat was a steady thump against her palm, but it was beating slightly faster than usual.

“Then come here.” Shaw tilted her head up, and Root happily let herself be pulled in.

Shaw’s lips were slightly chapped, but that was just part of her rugged appeal. Root flirted with lots of people for fun, but she hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Shaw’s kisses were lovely, and Root melted into them. She flicked her tongue against Shaw’s bottom lip, but she didn’t get far enough to bite it.

Shaw grabbed her ass, and squeezed it roughly as she took back some control. Shaw’s other hand rested casually on Root’s neck, but Root knew that at any moment Shaw could clamp down and start choking her. The thought of being helpless underneath Shaw sent a shiver down her spine, and Root moaned into Shaw’s mouth.

A sudden jingling of tags next to the bed made them jump. Root flinched away from Shaw. Shaw’s hand jumped to the nightstand drawer. She yanked it open, but didn’t pull out the gun.

Bear sat in front of them. He was panting softly, and had a bright green leash clutched in his jaws. He stared straight at them with his large, loving eyes, and for once, Root wished that Finch or Reese was there.

“Time to walk, huh?” Shaw asked. “Lopen, Bear? You want to wandelen?”

Bear’s entire body seemed to vibrate at the words. His tail thumped against the ground, and Root sighed. She had a feeling that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted, but she wasn’t going to give up right away.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone, sweetheart?” Root slipped one hand under Shaw’s tanktop, and ran it over Shaw’s toned stomach.

“You’re right.” Shaw took Root’s wrist, and gently but firmly pulled her back hand out of her shirt. “You should come walk him with me. It will be fun.”

Root tried to hug Shaw and pull her back into the bed, but Shaw was too fast. She slipped away from Root, and stood up. Bear took a few steps back, his tail wagging freely in the air. Shaw pulled a random sweatshirt off the floor and put it on.

It was probably once navy blue, but it was so worn that it had faded to a lighter bluish grey. The sweater was far too wide for her, but the sleeves didn’t even cover her wrists. If Root had to guess, it was probably Harold. John didn’t seem like the type to wear a Harvard sweatshirt, even as a joke.

“It’s cold outside. Don’t you want me to stay warm?” Root pouted, pulling the blanket closer to her. She was naturally a blanket hoarder, and Shaw usually had to fight to keep her sliver of the covers.

“You can stay here if you want. I don’t mind getting some exercise, and Bear will start tearing things up if he doesn’t get his walk. Last time he went through three of Finch’s books before Reese found him.” Shaw stretched her arms above her head, letting Root get an enticing glimpse of her lower back before she lowered them back down.

Shaw knelt down in front of Bear, and opened her hand. Bear dropped the leash into her mouth, and Shaw clipped it to the end of his collar. She looped it around her wrist, then wiped her hand off on her pants. It seemed like Bear had drooled on the leash.

Root sighed, tossing the cover to the foot of the bed. “Fine, but I’m warming my hands up on your back when we get back.”

She began looking around for her own clothes, instead of borrowing someone else’s. She liked the way her jacket fit, and it was the perfect thing to block New York’s icy winds. She blinked as Shaw stepped close to her, speaking into her ear from behind.

“As long as you warm them up before they go anywhere else, I’m fine with that.” Shaw rested her hand on Root’s hip, and squeezed it for a moment. She then stepped away again, letting Root get ready.

Root took her time. She found her jacket, scarf, gloves, and then straightened her hair. Bear was practically salivating the entire time, but Shaw didn’t rush her.

Once she was done, Root looped her arm through Shaw’s. Shaw leaned up, and gave Root one last quick kiss on the lips. Root pressed one last kiss to the corner of Shaw’s cheek, then stood up straight. Shaw wasn’t a very publicly affectionate person, and Root wasn’t going to push her. She’d have to be content with staring at Shaw until they got back, and then hopefully they’d continue their fun.

As soon as they hit the street, Bear began straining at the edge of his leash. He didn’t yank too brutally, but it was enough to make Shaw tense up to hold him back. Root saw the way Shaw smiled slightly at the dog, and she held back a coo of her own. She laced her fingers with Shaw’s, rubbing her gloved thumb over the back of Shaw’s hand.

It was cute how well her kitten got along with Bear, and Root would never object to seeing Shaw happy. Even if it wasn’t what she had been planning, Root found herself following along with a lightness in her steps, and squeezing Shaw’s hand as they crossed the street.

#poi #person of interest #person of interest fanfic #poi fanfic #poi fanfiction #person of interest fanfiction #shoot #shoot fanfic #shoot fanfiction #shaw/root #root/shaw #root/shaw fanfic #shaw/root fanfic #my fanfic #my fanfiction #my writing #my stuff #fluff #fluff and smut #implied smut #light citrus #bear #bear person of interest #cute dogs #bear being adorable #bear is best boi

[machiavellli]

Some Theodore Nott headcanons˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Notes: I’m no ff writer, but in the past couple of days @slytherinslut0 kept taking about him and so I went on the internet and did the only sane thing I had to do: search any piece of information about the actor. And ever since I discovered that Lorenzo Zurzolo is not only Italian, but from ROME, I can’t stop thing about him. I need to let out those thoughts of mine.

Now, you don’t understand. ROMAN GUYS LOVE ON ANOTHER LEVEL. Like this is very personal and subjective maybe BUT, in humble opinion, they become absolutely and utterly taken by you. It’s wonderful. Like maybe I am idolizing, but let’s take my bf as an example, Roman guy ™️, he loves like no one else. Then, girls from Lazio will probably throw tomatoes at me, but no one can stop me right now.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, almost totally fluff. Based on personal experience. NOT PROOFREAD (class is starting RIGHT NOW)

Scusatemi per la probabilmente pessima interpretazione dei ragazzi romani, care personcine romane, io sono più del sud, ma vivo più a Nord, al Nord oltre al Nord (un bel mix if you ask me). Questa è pura esperienza personale che trasferisco su un personaggio immaginario.

-—-—-——-—-—

Theodore Nott, your Italian Slytherin guy:

He might take his time to decide if you are the one for him

BUT the moment he decides you are the one for him, he will take you out on a date in less than a week starting from now

There is no point on waiting any longer.

He will arrange the date, you just have to show up and look pretty, no need to lift a finger for anything else.

Old fashioned type of guy.

(And I feel like his fashion reflects that)

Will hold any door for you, move the chair for you, pay dinner and even your ride back home if necessary.

Maybe if you go with him for a walk after your dinner and the right atmosphere forms, you will have your first kiss with him. Something very delicate, soft, but still exciting.

He will probably ask to see you again the very next day, he can’t take enough of you.

As I said, I think Roman guys are pretty direct, they don’t waist their time, it’s either with them or nothing. No games to play.

So yeah, you might not be used to but he will ask you to be his girlfriend in a very little time (for me it was the day of my first date, but again, very personal)

Why should he wait? He likes you and that’s all that matters.

After that: you got him in a chokehold.

He will walk you to class. Every. Single. Day.

Will do absolutely anything just to spent more time with you.

He might be a little shy to start using “pet names”

Maybe he will start with a simple “amò” (short version of “love”), which is romantic, but not strictly, I also use it with my girl friends (and a more corrupted version is “amio”, but I use it only as a joke, but there are girls who actually use it and no shame on that)

Many guys usually refer to their girlfriends as “la mia tipa” (which I don’t like), and he will also do that at first, but once he gets comfortable he will always call you “la mia ragazza” (even in front of his friends)

And I have to advise you on that, he will tell you that infamous “ti amo” pretty soon too.

Again: no time to die (is this an actual English saying or am I just make it up right now?boh)

You two are watching the sunset, when you notice that he’s not looking at the sky anymore but at you

A couple of minutes pass by and you ask “what is it?”

With those big beautiful eyes and that smirk of his, he will look at you and just say “nothing amore, ti amo”

He won’t expect for you to say it back

You can wait as long as you like for telling it back, there’s no rush, no pressure to say it back

Your moroso (usually adults use this term but for me it’s cute) just wanted to let you know that he cares about you.

He will literally say “because it felt right, why should I wait?”

My man is just expressing what he feels

And you want to say no to that???crazyyyy

As I already stated, he is so kind with you and with some time he will absolutely let you know that his love language is touch.

At first in your first months of dating it’s just holding hands, an arm around you shoulder, an arm on your waist,…

And at first he won’t be always touching (and with it I mean the things I listed above) you in public.

Mama’s boy is direct but still has light sheer of shyness

How could he not. He finds you beautiful under every light.

BUT THEN

And with it I mean after you get intimate, which will take a a couple of months

Listen, if things are serious in real life, it takes a bit of time…so’ seria io quindi per me funziona così

After that he will and without holding back always touching you in public (WHICH DOESNT MEAN IN A SENSUAL WAY)

He will hold your hand, put a hand on your thigh,… this type of stuff. He just needs to know you are here with him.

Definitely the type of guy that tries to kiss you even at the worst moments.

You are speaking with someone? What does it mean that he can’t kiss you? Ao non scherziamo qua

You are his and he definitely doesn’t share

(And he’s definitely yours don’t worry, absolutely don’t worry.)

Jealous type of of guy.

Let’s be honest here: he won’t be happy about your guy friends (maybe I’m toxic but I won’t be happy about his girl friend that are not my friend first too)

If you can drop them, it’s for the best.

“Io so che cazzo pensano quelli” he will tell you a bit frustrated

My man just wants to protect you, Italian guy ™️ behavior (very common in my opinion for them to be protective, like last week an Italian guy, a friend 🅰️🅾️, from the north literally shielded me from a weird-looking fella, moving me to the other side of the street)

Sometimes he will just look at you and say “sei bellissima” with the cutest smile known to human kind

Or maybe something like “Lo sai che sei proprio bella?” while he similes at you

And yes, he will tell you always and everywhere, even with a whisper during class just to get you flushed, even if you look like shit <3

You will often find asking to yourself how a person can love you so much, care for you so much.

Like this is not a self esteem problem, even if you are extremely confident: you will ask yourself this.

Because in every flaws he finds beauty.

It’s out of this world.

He won’t in fact tolerate you taking shit about yourself and he might be even be rude about it

“Smettila con ste cazzate.”

He can’t comprehend how you could say that about yourself, “la sua amata e diletta” (si si lo so, “diletta” è come Machiavelli definisce sua moglie e sì non c’entra per nulla, ma volevo aggiungerlo, non rovinatemi la magia)

He will talk with you about your future, about how he would like to have kids with you, “pensa che bello avere dei piccoli noi che corrono in giro per casa”

And then, this one is extremely based on personal experience, after some time he will just start saying “I wanna marry you”, “Ti voglio sposare”

Even during random moments, he will look at you and just say it

Like, it doesn’t mean you are getting married right now. No. It just means that he wants you forever, he won’t leave you.

He will make you happy in every way possible (yeah even in the bedroom)

Cuddling you is THE activity for him.

And if he can lay between your thighs, that’s basically haven. He won’t stop saying “così soffici” and then kiss them.

He also loves kissing you, as passionate as it gets.

He will “hold you hair in deep devotion” (he is so “I wanna be yours” coded)

Also: “say yes to haven” coded.

He will always protect you, no matter against who.

He will choose you over anything.

If his friend are rude to you or say ANYTHING bad about you, they are over, he won’t tolerate any form of aggression on you.

You are the only woman in this world for him…like even an angel could walk by and he would still have his eyes on you only.

He won’t even look at other girls anymore, why should he? He has found la sua anima gemella dopotutto.

In the end, you really will become il suo tesoro, and the nickname tesoro will probably be the most used one.

“Ti amo tantissimo”, ti dirà ogni sera prima di darti la buonanotte.

-—-—-——-—-—

-> part II

Ahh ​Roman guys are my Roman Empire.

My asks are open btw!

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott #theodore nott fluff #harry potter #slytherin #say yes to heaven #i wanna be yours #my fanfiction #devo iniziare a guardare più film e cose italiane #Ma poi come parla>>> #adoro aiuto #scioccobasita che non sapevo chi fosse #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #italy #pure fluff #lorenzo zurzolo #draco malfoy #lorenzo berkshire #fanfic #Harry Potter fandom #Slytherin aesthetic #theodore nott headcanons #my gif to you #theo nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you

[strawmariee]

Era mais uma manhã da Steel Ball Run, e Diego e você haviam acabado de acordar de mais uma noite de descanso depois de tantas horas cavalgando e correndo para garantir o primeiro e segundo lugar de vocês.

Um suspiro escapou de seus lábios enquanto você organiza com cuidado suas coisas dentro da sua mochila e, quando você menos espera, sente um peso em seu ombro esquerdo que faz você dar um pequeno saltinho.

— Jesus! Diego, que susto!— você diz com um pequeno beicinho em seus lábios antes de retornar sua atenção para seus pertences, no entanto, ao sentir certos braços abraçando sua cintura você logo para novamente.

Aquilo era tão raro quando ao alinhamento de todas as estrelas das diversas conjugações, e logo você coloca uma das mãos na nuca de Diego e, em resposta, ele solta um grunido que parecia ser um ronronar dos dinossauros? Bem, você acabou deduzindo isso de qualquer maneira.

Então você tem mais um desafio a superar: Arrumar sua mochila com um certo homem-dinossauro atracado em vocé como um carrapato.

— O que foi que deu em você hoje, hein Dio?— Você foi capaz de sentir o aperto ficar maior assim que você o chamou pelo apelido dele, e isso fez você rir baixinho.— Goste que eu te chame de Dio? Hein Dio? Você fica muito fofinho quando está carente, Dio!

— Para com isso, idiota.

Ele diz, levantando levemente o rosto para você e te deixando capaz de ver suas bochechas levemente rosadas enquanto o aperto dele só fez aumentar conforme as vezes que você repetiu o apelido dele.

— Aw, paro não Dino boy.

Em seguida você deu um beijinho na ponta de seu nariz, o que fez com que o loiro estremecesse um pouco antes de esconder o rosto novamente em seu ombro.

— Entendi, você deve estar naqueles dias... Mas temos que ir, senão podemos ter desvantagem na corrida—!

Assim que você tentou se levantar, você foi bruscamente puxada de volta para i saco de dormir que ainda estava quente e sentiu outra coisa rodear seu corpo, você logo soltou uma risada nasal quando reconheceu as escrituras de "Dio" naquele rabo de dinossauro.

— Estamos muito mais à frente do que todos aqueles idiotas.

Você se surpreendeu com aquilo, já que independente da posição deles, sua ambição só o fazia querer ficar no topo e não dar chances a ninguém roubar o que ele já considerava dele.

E isso até mesmo incluía você, mesmo que ele nunca confessasse isso.

Você logo então suspirou em desistência e, resolvendo aproveitar aquele momento raro de carência de Diego, voltou a acariciar sua nuca e sendo recompensada com aqueles ronronados/grunidos dele.

Não faz mau tirar só mais alguns minutinhos de descanso, não é mesmo?

#jjba #jojo #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #post in portuguese #jojo x reader #reader insert #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x you #jjba sbr #jojo sbr #sbr #steel ball run #diego brando #diego brando x reader #romantic #fanfic #jojo fanfic #jjba fanfic #fanfic jojo #jojo imagines #imagine #fem reader #jjba imagine #diego brando imagine #tive que postar isso pois foi uma ideia que tive graças a insônia

[glitterandflowercrowns]

I rewatched PoI recently and went into full brainrot. The result is a short daemon AU/character study of our main heroes. John’s POV, but of course there’s Root/Shaw content in there because they’re my best girls even 7 years later 🥹

#person of interest #poi #root poi #root #sameen shaw #john reese #harold finch #joss carter #lionel fusco #shoot poi #daemon au #his dark materials au #fanfiction #fanfic #root x shaw #root/shaw

[cerealkiddie]

Yoooo, when do you think Sameen started regressing and how did Root get involved/find out? So excited there's another poi agere truther out here

regressor!sameen shaw and carer!root/samantha groves headcanons

hh me too, I'm rewatching the whole show rn,, and I'm almost done. readmore/break bc my god can I yap.. be warned lol

anyway, she probably started after her og teammate died. she most likely repressed it as it wasn't a 'useful' feeling. (I think she uses her personality disorder during work. anger to fuel adrenaline. etc.)

when the gang came together and root started taking sameen on missions, they spent more time talking, whether a steak out to gather information, or sameen is playing undercover with root's witty banter, tech support, and affectionate teasing, their relationship felt more comfortable. some sort of normalcy in their constant state of 'save the next person'

sameen is definitely more talkative, shooting back at root with silly responses, rambling on abt certain guns and how they work, yadda yadda. (root could listen to hours of her pretty girl talkin.) shaw was probably a bit more giggly as she took the tag off a new collar for bear. the boys being out on a joint number root comes over, offering bear her hand and sameen slowly puts her hand out to hold.. it's minimal and gentle. initating contact herself, but she allows herself this to satiate the yelling in her head that wants to have some sort of connection whether emotional or physical.

shaw let herself be vulnerable around root bc she trusted her. root started picking up on things that looked off. (plus, root played a psychiatrist for a while huh) I think she put 2 and 2 together, maybe nudging sameen that she knows and accepts her but won't go farther without her explicit say so.

sameen involuntarily regressed more after getting kidnapped by Samaritan, she didn't outwardly show it but they probably saw smth on her brain scans.

ddlg/abdl/nsfw/variants dni! add any of ur own headcanons in the comments or reblogs ! post belongs to me ☆

#.drowsy asks #also her og partner... thats richie from the bear.. i blew up when i saw him #poi agere #poi fanfic #poi headcanons #person of interest headcanons #.drowsy writes #fandom agere #agere headcanons

[lexixxc]

I was revising my thesis, and suddenly my 🧠 opened a 'Maglor in Faerun' side project.

Like… just imagine him dealing with mindflayer shit and talking singing his enemies to death… and Raphael’s deal would be “do a collab with me” instead of the crown bc our Makalaure’s voice is pure gold (

#Well I've read a *Maglor in POI fanfic #so I'm going to find a corner #be patient #and pray for a like mind #maglor #dnd #ok I’ll admit I was half-minded considering “your voice for the hammer” deal #but gods above that’s too Disney our cambion boi is already too Disney lol

[dearopheliaimsorry]

Person of Interest (Praise + Personal Stuff)

MY STORY

Follow me through fanfiction, reality, and my love of film real quick! I'll do my best to be concise.

I first learned about Person of Interest through Tumblr user and famous ao3 writer, astolat. I think I was reading some of their various fics from other fandoms and saw just how many fics they had written for this "Person of Interest" thing. So I started reading, doing my best to avoid spoilers (it didn't work) and fell in love with the characters. Or at least fandom interpretation of them hahaha

Anyway, time goes by. I watched Fanvids, a historical movie where Michael Emerson (Finch) acted his heart out, and refound my love for Taraji P. Henson (Carter). And eventually, I caved and watched the show.

It's great y'all. The writing is not always perfect, but I never expect perfection lol. Still, I have to acquiesce the show has its own goofy moments, but the actors eat it up every time. Especially Henson.

Good lord, that woman is in a league of her own. After her I'd say Emerson is the next best actor, but still. Henson is just amazing to watch. So if you want to see some Black Excellence, Black Woman Excellence at that, the show provides.

THE ACTUAL SHOW

It is such a good show, let me pitch real quick:

A Kooky paranoid billionaire hires an ex-military man scarred by the government running on trauma, guilt, and heavy artillery. The two have a boss/employee, partners, besties, married couple vibe going on. They work with two detectives, one that used to be dirty and another with a heart of gold. They have such fun interactions all on their own as well as with the other two men. Together they all stop crime bc the kooky paranoid man created a machine that spies on all of us all of the time. Because 9/11 was a tragedy (duh.) and the government wants to stop it from happening again. But the government is...well...the government.

No matter who you are, what political party you align with, or where you are, no one fully trusts the government. And the show plays off that heavily.

Also, there is a wonderfully sapphic relationship between two characters (Root and Shaw) but I'm on at the very beginning of season 2 so...idk how that even starts lol. But hey, I'm all for representation!

Also (no spoilers) but from what I've had spoiled, the ending is pretty sad for all parties.

Anywhoo it is a really cute show with some absolutely amazing and deep relationships. These characters got me clinging to the show far more than the plot and the plot is actually fire.

So watch it or don't idc, but here were my two cents! (And of course gifs for your troubles)

#person of interest #poi #harold finch #john reese #bear the dog #joss carter #the machine #root x shaw #root #lionel fusco #sameen shaw #season 2 #taraji p. henson #michael emerson #critique #praise #tv shows #astolat #ao3 fanfic #i love media

[rootandshaw]

Fanfiction "Au delà des mots" #Shoot #RootxShaw

(Quand je demande à ChatGpt de m'écrire une courte fanfiction sur Root et Shaw dans laquelle Shaw serait celle qui ferait le premier pas!! Bordel.. il l'a fait! )

Dans l'atmosphère chargée d'électricité d'une soirée où la pluie venait de s'arrêter, laissant derrière elle l'odeur fraîche de l'asphalte mouillé, Shaw et Root se tenaient sous l'abri sommaire d'un vieux hangar désaffecté. Elles venaient de terminer une mission particulièrement éreintante, et l'adrénaline retombait lentement, laissant place à une atmosphère intime et chargée d'émotions non dites.

Shaw, habituellement si maîtresse d'elle-même, se sentait étrangement déstabilisée par la proximité de Root, par cette manière qu'elle avait de la regarder comme si elle pouvait lire en elle, percer à jour tous ses secrets.

Root : "Tu as été incroyable aujourd'hui, Sameen. Comme toujours."

Le compliment, simple en apparence, sonna aux oreilles de Shaw comme un appel à franchir le pas, à dévoiler ce cœur qu'elle gardait si farouchement protégé.

Shaw : "Root, je... je ne suis pas douée pour ce genre de choses. Les émotions, les grands discours... Ça me dépasse."

Root la regarda, un sourire tendre aux lèvres, prête à répondre, mais Shaw leva une main pour l'arrêter.

Shaw : "Mais ce que je sais, c'est que je ne veux pas imaginer ma vie sans toi. Tu es cette énigme que j'ai cessé de vouloir résoudre, parce que, d'une certaine manière, c'est... c'est mieux ainsi."

Root resta sans voix, surprise par la profondeur des sentiments que Shaw révélait. C'était un moment qu'elle n'avait jamais osé espérer.

Shaw : "Et si je continue à ne rien dire, je vais probablement exploser. Alors..."

Sans un mot de plus, Shaw franchit la distance qui les séparait et embrassa Root, une émotion brute et sincère guidant son geste. Ce n'était pas un baiser de conte de fées, mais il était réel, chargé de tout ce qu'elles avaient vécu ensemble, de tous les non-dits et des batailles partagées.

Lorsqu'elles se séparèrent enfin, le monde autour d'elles semblait avoir changé. La pluie avait cessé, laissant place à un silence réconfortant.

Root : "Sameen, je..."

Shaw : "Ne dis rien. C'est tout ce dont j'avais besoin."

Dans cet instant, elles se comprenaient parfaitement, sans besoin de mots. Shaw avait fait le premier pas, brisant les barrières qu'elle s'était imposées, et dans ce geste audacieux, elle avait trouvé un nouveau terrain d'entente avec Root, un avenir plein de promesses.

#C'est flippant Lol #root x shaw #otp #poi #person of interest #root #sameen shaw #fanfiction #fanfic #chatgpt #AI #french #français #Shoot #samantha groves #shaw #rootxshaw

[heavenssexiestangel]

New Intro 2023 + Masterlist & Important Links

A year has passed since my last intro/pinned post, so I wanted to make a new one. It will be longish, so I'll put most of the info under a "read more".

My name is Dean Arthur (I use both interchangeably, although lately I've been preferring Arthur). Trans Man, Gay. I'm 26, from Italy.

Currently, I am enrolled in a Master's Degree and I work. Writing is one of my many hobbies. Because I'm an adult, I understand that Fiction Is Fiction and thus won't accept puritans on my blog. To make it clear: ANTI-SHIPPERS BE GONE.

Below, you will find a list of other places to find me, as well as links to my fanfic Masterlists here on Tumblr :)

I've been a writer since I can remember, really, but not fanfic, which came a bit later, in my teen years. Now, I'm mostly a fanfic writer, but I do have some original stories either planned or in the works. I started out on ff.net but then deleted all my stuff and my account from there after the Smut purge in I think 2015. Some of those fics are not available at all anymore.

I've been using Tumblr since I was 13, but I changed a lot of blogs (and fandoms) over the years. Right now, my main fandoms are Supernatural (joined this fandom at 13, cannot escape), MacGyver (2016), and Person Of Interest. Other stuff may appear here occasionally.

To understand where to find things, you may want to read over my Tagging System.

Recently, I've also started talking and taking questions regarding my Original Characters (post under construction).

I also have some sideblogs: my art blog is @demonicsoulmates-art, my reading blog is @heavenssexiestangelreads

You can find me on various other websites: Archive of Our Own, Dreamwidth, Pillowfort.

I'm involved in various Fandom Projects (post under construction). I'm one of the Manta Rays in the @spnfanficpond, one of the Mods for the @comfortably-queer Supernatural Fanzine, and a creator for the @supernaturalquaranzine.

For Summer 2023, I joined the Summer Fic Reading Challenge, and on the Masterlist you will find all the links to the fics I've read and commented for it.

I've also started making Rec Lists: Part 1, Part 2

Here are the links to all my Masterlists.

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Would you like to support me? If so, please leave kudos, a comment, or if you feel generous enough donate to my Ko-fi.

If you want to keep up with my writing, make requests, have snippets, and the like, you may want to join my Discord Server.

#introduction #writblr intro #masterlist #main masterlist #about me #spn fanfic #supernatural #macgyver (2016) #poi #person of interest

[use-the-cushion]

Fic Rec List for  a] s01e03: Mission Creep b] s01e04: Cura Te Ipsum

*waves* hi! long time. but here:

For s1e03:

All He'd Had to Do Was Ask - jedibuttercup  Reese muses about him and Finch after the episode.

There aren’t many fics for Mission Creep, so here’s a fic set before Cura Te Ipsum: Of Bones Are Coral Made - callmecathy John's alcoholism, wasn't discussed on the show at all after he joins Finch and gains a purpose, this fic, deals with that issue, and depicts Reese & Finch's growing partnership beautifully. CW: Alcoholism.

For s1e04:

The Guy in No. 4 - richmahogany Set in the beginning, a scene between Harold & Megan Tillman, at the hospital - nicely done. 

Playing God - brodie-wan  John and his thoughts during the last scene of the ep (you know the one)

Andrew and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - ElliQuinn Andrew Benton's thoughts of the last scene of the episode. Well done, and quite chilling. 

He Has His Reasons - jedibuttercup  Post episode, Harold has some thoughts about John. Quiet, and oh, so good.

Cura Te Ipsum - PapayaK  A neat fic exploring why the title might have been chosen for the episode, beautiful - also explores the growing partnership between Reese & Finch.

Every Step of The Way - Maekala, Podcath  Post ep, as the summary says, without giving much away: Finch supports Reese's decision and stays with him every step of the way.  A beautiful fic showing their friendship, trust in each other - partnership solidifying. Also has a podfic link in the fic itself.

Lessons - Dimity Blue (Arnie) Has references to 1.21 Many Happy Returns. Post episode, Summary says it best, Peter Arndt and Andrew Benton don’t know that they owe their being in this predicament to the same man

Tagging: @potcpoi  @argylepiratewd @nourann @benfinchemerson @detective-fiasco @ktophers @stingalingaling @ununpredictableme @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @themirokai 

#person of interest #fic recs #mission creep #cura te ipsum #john reese #harold finch #poi fic recs #person of interest fic recs #fanfic rec