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au where the mirror universe ships go by a-s-s instead of i-s-s
HEWWO HEWWO IS THIS THE CAPTAIN OF ASS ENTERPRISE?
Build your capital city on a swamp
(bonus points if you don’t let its residents vote)
Philinda + 70. “H-How long have you been standing there?” bc let the angst ROLLETH
(@bookofuncommonprayer you want angst? you’ll get angst.)
The last time he’d died it’d been quick.
The last time, she hadn’t had time to prepare. He’d died and she’d turned even colder than she’d already been, something she never thought would’ve been possible. And then, suddenly, he hadn’t been dead. When Fury had came to her door to deliver the news, she’d been the typical ice queen. The agent. Mission heard, mission taken.
But ever since that moment, since that moment she’d seen his back for the first time since before the funeral, nothing had been ice anymore.
A part of her was deathly afraid for his sake. And a another part of her, the selfish part, was deathly afraid for her own. Ever since he’d been alive again, her ice had been melting. She had a team, a family, now, and she was well aware that it was all thanks to him. What would she be once he wasn’t there anymore? She’d go back to her cubicle, to her structured and impossibly lonely existence. Once he’d stop living, she knew she’d stop living right beside him.
He was not allowed to die.
He didn’t own much. He barely owned anything. Some money, an apartment in New York, his mother’s home. A little sum of money he’d saved up. Lola. A mountain of collectibles. It was nothing, really. And once he went over his wealth, he realized how little he really had. How little he would leave behind. How few people who even knew his previous funeral wouldn’t be his only one.
The team would get everything. Fitzsimmons would get his mother’s home. Daisy would get the apartment. Mack would get Lola. Yoyo would get his money for building new arms. Deke would get to go through the rest and take what he wanted and leave the things he didn’t want to Piper (he was still a little pissed at her for the whole betrayal thing).
And May…
He stopped, pen in hand, mid-sentence.
He had no idea. He had no idea about what to leave her. Nothing was enough. Nothing would ever be enough.
He wrote her a message on a piece of paper, put in an envelope, wrote ‘May’ on it and attached it to the will. Then he got up and pulled out the secret compartment in his desk.
It wouldn’t be enough. But nothing ever would be.
He was hiding something from her. Of course he was, he was dying and he refused to tell her anything, refused to share his fears, his wishes, his… But there was something else, too. He hadn’t looked her in the eyes for a couple of days now and she knew.
She took a deep breath.
He would be so angry with her. He’d probably hate her. But it didn’t matter. Right now, it didn’t matter at all.
She bit her lip and busted in the door.
He stopped in the doorway, and once his brain has registered what he was seeing, he lowered his gun.
His office looked like a crime scene. Every drawer was pulled out, every cabinet opened. Papers and files were laying all over the floor.
May was sitting in a corner, with empty eyes, clutching a paper tightly in her hands.
His heart stopped. No, no, no, don’t say it’s the… No, no, no, please, no….
He walked into the room and put the gun on his desk. The he walked as close to her as he dared and sat down.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
His voice was barely a whisper and she didn’t react.
“I’m sorry, I-”
“What the fuck is this, Phil?” She turned to him, her shoulders tight and the words spitted out through gritted teeth.
He didn’t dare to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“Stop!” She threw the will on the ground and the noise made him jump in his skin. “Stop with that bullshit, Phil! Just stop!” She was shaking from head to toe. “I don’t want your fucking apologizes.” She was fuming, he could feel all the way to his corner. “You were hiding things from me. You haven’t stopped hiding things from me and now-” She picked up the papers again. “Now I find this.”
He looked at her. “I’m…” He stopped himself just in time and tried to find the right words. “I was thinking about what to leave you but nothing seemed to be enough so I just…”
She stared at him for half a second and then she let out a little laugh. “You think that’s it? You think my feelings are hurt because I’m not included in your will?” She paused. “I don’t give a damn about your will, Coulson.”
He knew he shouldn’t ask. “What- What is it then?”
She stood up. He was quickly to follow. He wanted to be on her level in case she would start kicking his ass.
She crossed her arms. “You left me a letter.”
He froze. “You read that?!”
“It was dedicated to me.”
Anger started rising up in his chest. “It was very clearly stated that the letter should remain unopened until my lawyer comes and goes over everything-”
“You think I care?”
He mumbled half into the ground. “Well, obviously not, and I shouldn’t be surprised, since you have no respect for institutions or…”
“What was that?” He looked up and she was close. Real close. He could feel her breath on his face. He was surprised it hadn’t burned him up. Or made a move to kill him.
“You had no right to do that.”
He blinked at her, dumbfounded. “What?”
Her breathing was short and her pupils dilated, her body stiff and rigid. “You had no right to write that to me and only let me read it after-”
He pushed back. “What? After I’m gone?” He shook his head and smiled. “You know what, May, I’m getting a little tired of you telling me how I should handle my death or the aftermath. It’s my death. It’s me who has to leave everything behind, it’s me who has to leave-” He leaned in closer. “-every…” His head was pounding. “-single…” His arms were vibrating and three seconds from striking out. “-person…” His hot cheeks turned cold with his tears. “-in…”
They were so close now, their foreheads were almost touching. He continued. She took a step back. “-this world…” He took another step, she backed up. “-that I…” He took three steps and she folded. “-care…” Her back hit the wall. “…about.”
She was completely still. Her nonchalance made the fire inside him grow tenfold. “The letter is not yours to read yet! You’re not dying! It’s not you who’s dying, May!” He grabbed her by her shoulders with shaking hands and threw her back into the wall. “It-” Grabbed her closer. “-is..” Threw her back. “-not…” Grabbed her, threw her. “-YOU.”
“Let her go.”
He stopped in his tracks.
Daisy stood by the desk, his gun in her hand, pointing at his chest.
He woke up from his trance, his hands on May’s shoulders softening. “H-How long have you been standing there?”
Daisy took a firmer grip on the gun. “Long enough. Back away, Coulson.”
He took a step back with legs that would barely support him. He didn’t even have a chance to look at May before she was gone out the door.
His knees turned to jello and he slid down to the floor. What had he done? What had he done?
He felt a warm body against his, hands soothing his trembling limbs. “Schh, Coulson. It’ll be okay.” Daisy leaned her head against his arm and he felt his sleeve getting wet. He himself was hulking like a child, snot flying everywhere.
“I…”
“Schhh, Coulson. It’ll be okay.”
They sat like that for what felt like hours, both of their bodies twitching of the crying.
When they stilled, Daisy took a firmer grip on his arm. “That letter… “ She paused. “You wrote that you love her, didn’t you?”
Yes. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough. Nothing ever would be.
wait, release date???
Whoops, drunk people should stay off the internet, hahaha. Still no relaese date for digital or DVD purchase, fucking CBS!
Still want to do an event though.
Happy Birthday!! I hope it's a good one!
Thank you!!! And thank you also to @ravenclaw-and-proud-to-be, @bookofuncommonprayer, and @eugeniaarachovity for your birthday wishes, I very much appreciate them!
My birthday was really lowkey, which I really enjoyed. I spent time with my dogs and my family and talked to a few friends and went out to eat and generally had a good time. I feel really contented and peaceful, which is great.
Also now I can vote!!! I am a nerd and this is probably the most exciting thing about my birthday this year
bookofuncommonprayer replied to your post “is there a christopher pike x reader fic where pike gets pegged i’m...”
The closest I know is a Pike/Number One fic like that idk sorry
already read that..................................
oooohhhh my god kayla and joann watered my crops and cleared my skin I'm DEADDDD AHHHHHH bless you it's amazing
khalsjdkfaöskdf now i have to show them dating, won’t i! :D
uhhhh if it’s any consolation for your lesbian-interested heart: i’m planning a michael x tilly princess au where they run away together and kill a dragon (lorca)
buuut other than that i’m afraid there won’t be too much content on them in sunrises 😢sowwy
but i’m glad you liked the new chapter :D
I'm so happy to have found another Ka fan- I lovelovelove the show! Haven't seen it in three or four years though, so I have some questions- the CA dies at the end??? Really? That's new. And does that mean the CAD (is she still played by my hero Noriko Takahashi?) is the one who's held captive instead in front of the wheel?
Hey! Awesome to meet you!! It’s always a pleasure to meet someone who appreciates Ka as much as I do. 😊
Yes, in the current iteration of the show the Chief Archer does die. He puts up an excellent fight but is eventually overwhelmed by the archers, then blinded by the Counselor using the the same compound that later blinds the Counselor’s Son. He stumbles back and falls over the edge of the stage, and that’s the end of that.
And yes, Noriko is still the lead for the Chief Archer’s Daughter! I caught an understudy in the role in one of my viewings and she was quite good, but it’s true that no one beats Noriko. She’s not exactly held captive during the wheel of death scene - she’s too in shock to put up a fight, so everyone kind of leaves her alone at the railing near where her father fell. She cowers there and watches for most of the act, but takes heart as it goes on, and she’s there when the Twin Brother shows up to help chase off the lingering archers.
Let me know if you have any other questions! I’m honestly too happy to talk about Ka at any time.
