#saphfic

…aaaand the logical follow up to that last one.

“You’re sick,” Violet observes as soon as he enters the room, interrupting Krejjh mid-monologue.

“No I’m not,” he sniffles.

“I told you you were going to catch my cold!” McCabe scolds.

“You want some tea, dude?” Brian offers.

“Don’t need tea. Not sick,” he replies. At least, he tries to. His voice is so hoarse and his nose is so stuffy that he’s not sure every syllable gets pronounced quite the way it’s supposed to.

The others exchange a look. Sana sighs. “I’ll get him to bed. Arkady, you make tea.”

“On it, Captain.”

Characters: Joyce, Murray, Hopper

Relationships: Joyce & Murray, Joyce/Hopper, Mentioned Murray/Scott, Past Jonathan/Nancy

Summary: The news of Joyce and Hopper's engagement brings an old secret to light.

Post-epilogue, finale spoilers, canon compliant.

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Tory’s halfway through a bottle of cheap wine when she sends a text she probably shouldn’t.

do yuo everthink maybe one of us wa supposed to be yhe one who died?

It isn’t her finest moment.

She wasn’t really expecting a response, and definitely not a quick one.

Everything OK??

She types without thinking:

im drunk

He responds:

Go to bed kid

She types:

he saw smth in kwon

just like us

She isn’t sure how to explain that sometimes she dreams of a faceless corpse on the mat: John Kreese’s champion:

Im drunk too

HMMM. what to CHOOSE. I feel like Lana/Mia, but can they be fluffy? YES THEY CAN AND HERE I GO. It’s more like fluff surrounded by serious issues, but…

Unrestrained

Mia had never spoken to another soul about why she was set on becoming a lawyer. She’d never talked to anyone about her mother, or spirit channeling, or any of it. Until Lana.

She’d been braced for the DL-6 incident to come up in class. It was a famous case, after all. Mia had told herself she’d be fine, no matter what was said. But when her teacher mentioned the police’s disastrous use of a fraudulent medium as an example of a time when an attorney had been forced to go up against the cops, it still felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. And when the boy next to her had laughed about it and said he’d heard the fraud had vanished after being humiliated, she could barely restrain herself  Class let out and she stomped out of the room, fist clenched and shaking. She hurried into the girl’s bathroom. God, she needed to punch something. She wanted to punch that boy’s smug face but she knew she couldn’t, she couldn’t, no matter how much she wanted to.

With a scream of rage, she punched the wall next to bathroom mirror, hard. Shockwaves of pain rushed up her arm and the scream turned to one of pain. She reeled back, gripping her bruised knuckles.

“You’re Misty Fey’s daughter, aren’t you?”

She’d whipped around to see Lana Skye standing in the doorway. Her face went hot. She’d had…study sessions with Lana before. One of those study sessions had turned into a makeout session. There was something alluring about that sparkle in her eyes she got when talking about a difficult case, the flush of passion in her cheeks.. Still, it was just a fling, really. Mia didn’t have time to be in a relationship and she knew Lana felt the same. They were both driven, that’s what had bought them together.

And now there she stood, crisp suit, hair draped elegantly over her shoulder, her face soft and lovely and composed as she witnessed Mia’s snarly, panting, bleeding nervous breakdown.

It was too much, really. The humiliation rose in Mia, hotter and hotter…then it all went cold. She found she didn’t care anymore. Lana was going to laugh at her, expose her, whatever, that was fine. She’d just continue working towards her goal. She didn’t need friends or fuckbuddies or whatever. She was fine being alone. All she needed was her sister, waiting for her back home, waiting for her to get their mother back.

“Yes. I am.” Mia straightened up and tossed her hair, looking at Lana defiantly. “If you want to mock me about it right now, though, I’d reconsider. I’m not in a great mood, as the wall can tell you.”

Lana tilted her head, staring at Mia hard. Then she said, “You know, I thought you were different from the rest. There’s a fire in you…are you trying to become a lawyer to get to the bottom of what happened to your mother? It was that defense attorney who exposed her, right?”

Mia was so taken aback by how quickly Lana had zeroed in on her goal she just nodded mutely.

Lana’s face broke into a smile. “That,” she said “is cool. You’re an impressive woman, Mia Fey.”

Mia just stared at her. Her smile was beautiful, soft and pink. It was all she could focus on for some reason. 

Lana walked up to her. “Let me see your hand.” After a brief moment of hesitation, Mia offered it. Lana took her hand and a shivery feeling of pleasure went through Mia’s body. Jesus. It was like she was some love struck little girl again. 

“You are one hard hitter, not that I’m surprised. Well, I’ve got some medicine for this,” Lana gave Mia a sly smile. “In my room. If you want to come with me.”

Mia bit her lip. You’re not supposed to have distractions. A voice echoed in her head. But this didn’t feel like a distraction. She knew Lana wouldn’t slow her down on the way to her goal. She’d probably actually be a big help.

“What the hell,” Mia said. “Lead the way.”

Lana actually did have medicine for cuts and bandages and she fixed Mia up pretty good. As she did, however, she kissed Mia’s bruised knuckles…then the kisses traveled up her arm, to her neck, to her lips…they sank into her bed together and Mia found herself telling Lana everything, all about her family and DL-6 and Maya back home…Lana held her and whispered that she also had a sister she had to take care of, that she understood…and Mia felt deep in her gut that she really did. That night, she surrendered herself to bliss and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone.

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“I was promised a hug,” she reminds Arkady, the second Violet’s treated her wound. “I promised nothing,” Arkady smirks.  Sana thinks she could cry.  She missed that smirk. “Just.  C’mere.” Arkady obeys immediately and as strong as Sana’s trying to be, she practically crumples into her. “I missed you,” she feels Arkady mutter into her shoulder. “You too, Kady.  You have… no idea.” Sana has worried for a while now she may never have a real home. Never in one place, never on one ship. She can finally tell herself that that’s bullshit.  Right here, right now, she’s home. Finally.

Thank you so much for this prompt, this is a thought that's been swimming in my head for months and will definitely become a longer fic eventually <3 for now, though:

I deserve to write something nauseatingly sweet about them for a change— you know, you’ve seen my WIPs.

“...’m cold,” they mumble. He smirks a little and reaches for the extra blanket that they’d just asked him to remove because they were too hot.

“Here.”

“Still cold,” they mumble, and in seconds he’s climbing into bed next to them.

“You’ll get sick,” they whine, already curling up to him.

“Shhh. Go to sleep. I love you.”

My beloveds <3