we wish you: a Staticquake & Fitzsimmons New Year Fic
Summary: "It's a great plan," he agreed, grinning widely at her. "This way, they have to make out at midnight!"
"Can't break the sacred rule of the midnight kiss," she agreed, her eyes sparkling as she grinned back. "It's pretty perfect."
Or: Daisy and Lincoln concoct a genius plan to set Fitz and Jemma up at the annual SHIELD New Year's party - except maybe their plan isn't quite as clever as they thought, and it's them who are being set up.
short ficlet written for @agentsofchallenges fluff bingo: staticquake + waking up together, but more importantly for the lovely @daisylincs ily <3
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There was something inexplicably magical about waking up together, Lincoln mused as the first gleaming sun rays peeked through the poorly-made hostel blinds and caught in Daisy’s messy waves.
Well—something inexplicably magical about waking up together somewhere that wasn’t their grey little S.H.I.E.L.D bunk.
Of course- Lincoln loved his job, he loved putting his powers and his knowledge to good use, he loved helping people and he loved that he could do it all alongside the woman who gave his life a new meaning not too long ago- but sometimes it was nice to get away from secret underground bases and long poorly-lit hallways and go somewhere… normal . Not that a week-long undercover mission in Iceland in an attempt to retrieve an inhuman artefact was was anything close to normal. But Lincoln would take it. Anything to wake up basking in the golden sunlight with Daisy’s arms wrapped cozily around his waist like she didn’t want to let go even in her sleep, anything to watch her chest rise and fall peacefully- not a single trace of worry on her face. It wasn’t really like her to sleep in— it wasn’t really like her to sleep at all . It was rare- this tender moment of pure tranquility- and if the scars and seemingly never-healing bruises on her skin were anything to judge by- Daisy Johnson would never cease carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.. But at least right now, just for a moment, in his embrace- she could relax. And it made Lincoln’s heart swell..
As the sun rose higher, light seeped through the blinds flooding the room reaching Lincoln’s forearm and warming Daisy’s back along with the corner of her cheek- but she didn’t seem to be too bothered, only letting out a small huff and cuddling closer to him. Lincoln couldn’t suppress the smile feeling her small breaths tickle the crook of his neck where she’d decided to hide from the imminent sunlight, searching for some sort of shelter to prolong her sleep for just a little longer… Unfortunately she wasn’t so lucky- with the cheap hotel blinds struggling to suppress the glimmering sun rays- light slowly reached her face making her shift around uncomfortably, and her eyes finally fluttered open..
“Good morning.” Lincoln greeted her, voice raspy with sleep. His gaze caught hers, lingering, mesmerised by the gold caught in Daisy’s deep pools of brown, and for a moment he wondered how anyone could look at that— look at her and think she could possibly be human? From the way the loose brown waves framed her face to the way her cheeks turned soft pink from the warmth of their bodies flush against each other, to the tip of her nose that he so eagerly wanted to kiss.. - Daisy's beauty was ethereal, and it took Lincoln’s breath away every time.
“Hmph..” Daisy grumbled with a pout drawing the covers closer to her face, closing her eyes again in a last attempt to return to the sweet sleepy bliss of a few moments ago,
“You’re gonna have to get up at some point you know,” Lincoln teased, reaching his hand up to tuck a few stray waves behind her ear, gently resting his hand on her cheek as he brushed his thumb along hints of a scar, “Inhuman artefacts await.”
Daisy huffed out a sleepy giggle, “You couldn’t even try to sound enthusiastic..?”
“I was enthusiastic!” He scoffed defensively, then with some fresh honesty in his voice: “There’s nothing I’d rather be doing, Daisy. Really.” Daisy’s stomach fluttered, warmth spreading through her chest and tugging at the corners of her lips,
“You’re a sap, you know that?” She grinned leaning in, letting their noses brush, “And yet..” she shook her head, fingers tracing his chest. “I can’t seem to stop loving you..”
“Guess you’ll just have to love a sap then.” He quipped with a cheeky smile,
“Guess so.”
And finally Daisy leaned in letting their lips meet for a soft, lingering kiss.
If someone had asked her to define happiness right then she’d probably tell them it was this- the tenderness of Lincoln’s lips against her own, warmth embracing them as they lay wrapped around each other smiling into their kisses, the morning sunlight caught on the tips of his eyelashes, the childlike innocence in his eyes, the love … And there was never a time she’d been more certain- despite the fights and threats and evil, despite the enemies and scars and past faults creeping up on them, despite the inhuman artefacts and what-not they’d retrieve or not retrieve in the end...
Relationships/Characters: Lincoln Campbell/Skye | Daisy Johnson Minor or Background Relationship(s) Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Lance Hunter/Bobbi, Morse, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie/Yo Yo Rodriguez, Amanda Campbell & Lincoln Campbell, Amanda Campbell & Daisy Johnson
Summary:
Back at his house, a movie played in the background as they traded candy. There were other kids, but Daisy and Lincoln hid in the corner trading the assortment of candies.
“I’ll give you a packet of M&Ms for a Kit Kat,” she said.
Lincoln scrunched his nose. “I don’t think that’s fair.”
“Fine, two packets of M&Ms.” she blinked her lashes at him.
Lincoln accepted the offer with a smile. This went on for about an hour before Daisy’s mom said it was time to go. Daisy would see him again the next day while playing in the front yard. Then she would see him at school and almost every holiday after that Halloween.
Relationships/Characters: Lincoln Campbell/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson & Melinda May & Skye | Daisy Johnson & Lincoln Campbell, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie & Skye | Daisy Johnson & Lincoln Campbell
Summary: The Playground is delighted to announce the engagement of Her Royal Highness Princess Daisy of Shield and Mr Lincoln Campbell.
As part of this year’s Trick or Treat challenge, I got a Trick from the amazing @springmagpies - so today I’m reccing you guys one of my favourite fics in the world, Mistletoe by @naturaldaisaster.
It’s short, it’s sweet, and it’s Staticquake, and I have to have reread it at least twenty times by now. It’s just the right length that I can fit it in quickly when I’m feeling down, and it never fails to make me feel better - I mean, Daisy and Lincoln versus mistletoe and their friends at a Christmas party?? What’s not to love!! 😍😍😍💖
a Staticquake ficlet by @a-biochemist-not-a-bird for me
It had been one of those days for Daisy. One of those days where nothing, absolutely nothing, is going your way. Well, except for Lincoln Campbell, her hot neighbor, who she promptly crashed into.
Was this a good thing? Well, they were both now soaked in the lemonade.
She sighed. She knew today would be bad, but did she really have to ruin any chances of them dating.
Not that they would. He wouldn't be interested in her, for sure.
But, Daisy could be an idiot, and that idiot would eventually ask him out. She didn't expect that idiot to go ahead a blurt it out right there. But well-
"Do you wanna go on a date?" She looked up nervously, her face flushed red despite the cool lemonade trickling down her back.
She pushed her hair out of her face, and was about to open her mouth to apologize when she saw he was grinning. His eyes sparkling with mirth like the ocean on a clear day.
And then they were standing there. Dripping in lemonade, Daisy's flip-flops melting into the pavement. Staring.
"Soo, does that mean yes?" she managed, tearing her eyes away from his shirt, that she was eyeing. In guilt, of course. Guilt.
"Well," his knuckle grazed her chin, "I suppose so lemonade girl."
And then they parted, and Daisy walked the rest of the way to Robin's house mechanically. Only to remember exactly what she looked like, a soaked hooligan in a white t-shirt when she rang the doorbell.
Daisy has been working herself down to the bone lately, but Lincoln is determined to get her to relax and take care of herself. And who knows? Maybe they'll have a perfect night yet...
Square Filled: N4, "dancing to their favourite song."
Sneak Peek:
Daisy shifted on her spot, scowling into her stack of folders. "The work needs to be done, okay?"
"The work does need to be done," Lincoln agreed, releasing her wrists in favour of resting his hands on her shoulders, "but not when you've exhausted yourself half to death."
He squeezed her shoulders gently, massaging the knots there with experienced fingers, until eventually, and very reluctantly, Daisy glanced up to meet his gaze.
Just like she had known he would be, he was wearing that compassionate expression again. "You're not helping anyone if you're going to be falling asleep on missions," he pointed out. "You need to help people, yeah, it's what you do, and it's incredible - but you also need to take care of yourself. And that means letting yourself off when you need it."
