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sirona_fics) wrote2011-11-30 12:46 pm
sirona_fics) wrote2011-11-30 12:46 pm
Seriously, WHAT IS MY BRAIN
Okay okay so, uh. I have had this thought and now I CANNOT UNSEE IT.
Ready?
SON OF COUL IS IN FACT SON OF CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III (ADOPTED).
Because fuck, it makes SO MUCH SENSE that he would be. And Canton is damned if he's naming his son Canton, all right, Phil is a perfectly good name, and it's the kid's actual name anyway, and besides, David likes it (sorry,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pocky_slash, I have completely stolen your head canon because it's my head canon now too). And they find this kid quite by chance, one night when fall is slipping into winter and the weather turns vicious, hiding behind a dumpster near their building. They coax him out, and take him in, warm him and feed him and make him take a hot shower and drink a cup of hot cocoa and put him to bed on their sofa, and spend the night watching anxiously from the kitchenette as the kid sleeps. He's hardly said two words to them, but they managed to find out his name is Phil. He won't tell them what happened to his parents, or anything else for that matter. And then very early in the morning, just before dawn, David goes to bed at last, exhausted from his twelve-hour shift and another five hours of fretting about this kid and what to do about him, because they can't just let him live on the streets. And Canton follows, but he can't quite fall asleep, head all screwed up with thoughts of his father and his mother and their complete and utter lack of interest in him; that for all their money, Canton grew up alone and alienated, that the FBI gave him a chance to belong, a family he hadn't looked for, until they tried to tell him whom he could and could not love; and that would be just fine, except; except he meets David, and even after one date he knows that all bets are off.
So he's still awake when there's a near-silent shuffle in the living room, but Canton is an agent, a damn good one at that, and there's no pulling the wool over his eyes when it comes to his job. He gets up quietly, walks to the doorway to the living room to find Phil struggling back into his filthy clothes that David had set aside to be thrown out, and the kid won't look around him, stares hard at the floor, like he could avoid thinking about what he's doing if he just focuses hard enough, but Canton knows that look, he damn well invented it, and he knows too well what's going on through this kid's head, thoughts of 'too good' and 'they'd just throw me out anyway, best to make myself scarce', and 'worthless' and just.
Canton can't let him go.
So he goes inside, and Phil starts, small and scrawny and underfed and with this hopelessness and stubborn determination etched too deep already into his too-young features, and. And there's a talk, and Canton somehow manages to convince him to stay, and petitions to adopt him, and he and David raise him AND OH GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP ME BEFORE THIS TURNS INTO 10K OF ~FEEEEELINGS AND PHIL MF COULSON, BAMF EXTRAORDINAIRE, GROWING UP WITH THE BAMFEST BAMF THAT IS CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III.
Ready?
SON OF COUL IS IN FACT SON OF CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III (ADOPTED).
Because fuck, it makes SO MUCH SENSE that he would be. And Canton is damned if he's naming his son Canton, all right, Phil is a perfectly good name, and it's the kid's actual name anyway, and besides, David likes it (sorry,
pocky_slash, I have completely stolen your head canon because it's my head canon now too). And they find this kid quite by chance, one night when fall is slipping into winter and the weather turns vicious, hiding behind a dumpster near their building. They coax him out, and take him in, warm him and feed him and make him take a hot shower and drink a cup of hot cocoa and put him to bed on their sofa, and spend the night watching anxiously from the kitchenette as the kid sleeps. He's hardly said two words to them, but they managed to find out his name is Phil. He won't tell them what happened to his parents, or anything else for that matter. And then very early in the morning, just before dawn, David goes to bed at last, exhausted from his twelve-hour shift and another five hours of fretting about this kid and what to do about him, because they can't just let him live on the streets. And Canton follows, but he can't quite fall asleep, head all screwed up with thoughts of his father and his mother and their complete and utter lack of interest in him; that for all their money, Canton grew up alone and alienated, that the FBI gave him a chance to belong, a family he hadn't looked for, until they tried to tell him whom he could and could not love; and that would be just fine, except; except he meets David, and even after one date he knows that all bets are off.So he's still awake when there's a near-silent shuffle in the living room, but Canton is an agent, a damn good one at that, and there's no pulling the wool over his eyes when it comes to his job. He gets up quietly, walks to the doorway to the living room to find Phil struggling back into his filthy clothes that David had set aside to be thrown out, and the kid won't look around him, stares hard at the floor, like he could avoid thinking about what he's doing if he just focuses hard enough, but Canton knows that look, he damn well invented it, and he knows too well what's going on through this kid's head, thoughts of 'too good' and 'they'd just throw me out anyway, best to make myself scarce', and 'worthless' and just.
Canton can't let him go.
So he goes inside, and Phil starts, small and scrawny and underfed and with this hopelessness and stubborn determination etched too deep already into his too-young features, and. And there's a talk, and Canton somehow manages to convince him to stay, and petitions to adopt him, and he and David raise him AND OH GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP ME BEFORE THIS TURNS INTO 10K OF ~FEEEEELINGS AND PHIL MF COULSON, BAMF EXTRAORDINAIRE, GROWING UP WITH THE BAMFEST BAMF THAT IS CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III.
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Anyway, the txt version: Canton is a badass FBI agent who quit his job because they told him he couldn't marry whom he wanted to marry (this is set in 1969). But he's so MF good at his job that he gets called in by the President himself for a special assignment, which involves the Doctor. And he is the most badass, and at the end of the double bill we have this conversation [paraphrased].
Doctor: Also you should let Canton marry whomever he wants.
President: Oh, sure thing. [To Canton] So, this person you want to marry. Black, is she?
Canton: Yes. He is. [this one is a direct quote, and MF Canton Everett Delaware III, YOU OWN MY HEART.]
Anyway. That's who Canton is, and David is said person he wants to marry (at least in
ALSO MF YES CLINT/PHIL, HELLOOOOO FAVOURITE NEW PAIRING. ♥______♥ *steals icon*
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I did some other Coulson/Hawkeye icons over here if you'd like. Mind crediting for this one, though? It's my personal one.
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Oh, of course, sorry, I didn't realise! Just fixed it! ALSO MOAR ICONS, YUSSSS. <3
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SON OF COUL. MMMMM. ALSO OBSERVE MY NEW ICON. *______*
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*_________* Look at those intense eyes. JEREMY RENNER I ♥ U (and you too Clark Gregg)
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SO AWESOME, I KNOW. *_______* Incidentally, ANOTHER CLINT/PHIL REC: I Trust You to Kill Me. SO. FUCKING. GOOD. The UST is OFF THE CHARTS.
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Thank you so much for that rec! OMG that's one of the best things I've read all week! THANK YOU ♥
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YES!
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This makes SO MUCH SENSE. I read the first few lines and was coming to comment happily that OMG I SEE IT, I REALLY SEE IT. But then I read the rest and TEARS IN MY EYES OMG! MY FEELINGS!
WRITE MORE
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SO YOU BETTER WRITE MORE.
I mean, normally I'm all against pushing authors to write and demanding more and being entitled. But no. You need to write more of this. THis would be epic and amazing and it's honestly my head canon right now.
THE CANTON IN MY ICON WILL HURT YOU IF YOU DON'T WRITE HIS SON'S STORY!
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...I could maybe comment-fic this? Possibly? To take the edge off writing the srs bsns stories.
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...BLOODY FUCKING HELL, I'M GOING TO END UP WRITING THIS THING, AREN'T I. /0\ /0\
Disclaimer: I don't really hate you, but I suspect you know that already. Oh, god.
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Because, you're right. It MAKES SENSE. As soon as you said it, I couldn't unsee it.
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Also I should tell you that I am becoming OBSESSED with Clint/Phil. WHY, BRAIN. :/