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⤷ DOUSY WEEK: day 3. | home.
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“We’re going home, Agent Johnson.”
⤷ DOUSY WEEK: day 3. | home.
livin’ in winter
i am your summer
{...let me keep you company}
[for @dousyweek day 4: warmth]
One week reminder that Dousy Week starts on November 22! Yay!
Points for Creativity
day 7: free day (also on ao3)
"It's a time honored tradition," Daisy said with what was probably supposed to be some degree of authority, but the yawn that immediately followed ruined the effect.
Her neck was stiff from the odd, cramped angle, but it was totally worth it. Good nap.
A sleepy smile curled at her lips, and she made no move to get out of her hidey hole.
Daniel gave her a deeply unimpressed look, though his eyes were sparkling with humor. "No, go on, tell me about this tradition of sleeping in bulkheads. I'm all ears."
If that was gonna be her excuse for why he found her curled up in some random nook, then she'd better commit to it.
All things considered, it was a pretty good hiding place. Low to the ground, some unassuming support beams covering it from most vantage points, just an odd space that only existed because the walls were weird back here.
He was actually impressed she found it and discovered that it was technically human sized.
Daniel knew what she was doing here- they both knew that- but he wanted to hear the explanation she came up with anyway.
“So. Back when the team first formed, our base of commands was the Bus- may she rest in peace,” Daisy pressed two fingers to her lips in a kiss, saluting upward to where good planes go when they get blown up. “And don’t get me wrong, living in a kickass jet was a huge step up from living in my van, but we didn’t have quarters, really. We had bunks that were pretty much a hole in the wall with a partition- decent sized holes, but still. It was cozy.”
It was at this point that Daisy considered trying to get out. Problem was, she had really crammed herself in this spot- the only way to get out was to put her hand on the floor and basically fall out, but she knew Daniel would judge her so hard for that. He had a look, okay? Where he raised his eyebrows and looked all innocent like ‘Who? Me?’ when he was absolutely laughing it up inside when she did something that one could argue proved his point.
So no, she was staying in her nook and not strategically falling out of it until he was gone, because she was stubborn like that.
“We all got so used to it that the few times we were staying overnight in like, an actual building, we could never fall asleep in a normal sized room. So we’d go find some crook or cranny to hole up for the night when that happened. The more ridiculous the place, the more points you got for creativity when whoever was tasked to wake you up finds you.”
Daniel nodded, lips pursed and not quite smiling in that I’m totally calling you out on your shit without calling you out on your shit sort of way. “See, I think you found somewhere to hide and nap because no one can ask you to do anything if they can’t find you.”
Daisy grinned. “You’ll never be able to prove it.”
Dousy week, day 2: Astro Ambassadors or Alternate Universe.
Time or Quake
Daniel tries to determine what are normal behaviors of this time versus what are Daisy's own unique odd habits.
Dousy Week - Day 6 Prompts - Time & Quake
tears on Medusa
Ok, so This was supposed to be part of my ongoing series, then I realized the timeline didn’t add up, but I fell in love with the concept of purple waves and so I couldn’t bring myself to scrap this - and lord knows I don’t have the time to re-write anything these days. So I’m posting this here, an AU of an ongoing series, which really, is just a bunch of one-shots set post-season 7.
Day 5: Waves
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The waves were purple. A soft lavender color which gained and lost intensity as the suns continued to orbit the planet.
The air was cool and refreshing, and the evening suns made the entire beach look almost enchanted.
Her dress was a soft cream color, loose and tunic like which fell down to her ankles. Her feet were bare and enjoying the soft feeling of the almost white sand.
He was dressed in a pristine three piece suit which she couldn't help but grin at.
Fury stood looking as portentous as ever, sunglasses in place, lips tightly closed, yet she could tell he was hiding back an amused grin.
Coulson stood next to him, a surprise if there ever was one. He stood tall, proud and with tears in his eyes which were quick to be mirrored on her own face.
The rest of their friends' faces surrounded them, blurry and bit slow, but they had refused to hold the ceremony inside the framework.
"We've already been fake-married at least three times, if we're doing this right, we're doing it on a live planet." Daisy stated, eyes still focused on the computer screen in front of her.
"Preferably Earth." Sousa was quick to pitch in, his own face scrunched up in concentration.
She could see Jemma trying to control an agitated Alya, Mack trying to not cry as Yo-yo openly sobbed.
May- May looked as overwhelmed as Daisy had ever seen the woman. Her SO's eyes continuously darting between Coulson and herself.
In the end, it was May's subtle wink which broke Daisy's reserve, and the few tears she had been shedding, promptly turned into full sobs.
The ocean turned a bright violet color as she arrived to stand next to Daniel, both chuckling as they came to realize both had red-rimmed eyes and unshameful tears rolling down both their faces.
"Why are we crying? We promised we wouldn't."
"Well, we are known to be a little idiotic at times."
She chuckled, sniffing back her tears. "It's our wedding day, don't make me slap you."
"Technically this would be our fourth wedding."
His eyes crinkled, his lips giving a half grin which never failed to make a puddle out of Daisy.
He thought himself the joker, yet she appreciated his attempt at both humor and diversion. She could feel her nerves dwindling down, her emotions finding a steady rhythm as her mind focused on his chuckle, his eyes, his smile.
"I think the one in Junt was not a wedding ceremony." She supplied, their joint chuckles being interrupted by Fury's scoff.
Both agents turned to the legend, their faces still red and puffy, yet exuberant.
"Guys, we can only hold the signal for so very long. We are transmitting this signal from over two galaxies away, you know?"
"Where exactly are you, anyway? The ocean looks gorgeous." Jemma complemented her husband's interlude.
"It's actually a really funny story-"
"And I bet it's also sickeningly sweet, but we are on a schedule here, people. Not to mention Coulson here won't last much longer before morphing into some inconsolable baby. So please, can we get on with marrying you two?"
Daisy laughed, Daniel nodded and gave a very inciting blush.
As Fury commenced the ceremony, tone firm and yet somehow endearing all at once, Daisy's feet felt the soft brush of the soft, purple waves.
She looked over at Daniel, who in turn had his eyes firmly planted on her own face. They traded secret smiles and secret glances, unspoken 'I loved yous' filling the atmosphere.
The beach on Medusa was exquisite, and she would always feel indebted to her sister for having found the location, because Kora had been right, it truly felt magical.
In My Linen, You Are Skin Again
Requested by: Anonymous
It was another close call.
The limping onto the Zephyr and lingering silence in the cockpit said as much. Subtle glances to make sure there wasn’t more than the scrapes and bruises they’d come in with; tears, heaving breaths, anything beyond the shaking hands gripping their spent weapons.
Kora would have said something as they entered, maybe even tried a joke to lighten the mood, but she knew better.
Rating: T Relationship: Daisy Johnson/Daniel Sousa Prompts: Kissing Scars, Close Calls (@dousyweek) Tags: Angst, Scars, Established Relationship, Post-Canon Word Count: 1,227
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27669710