Lance gets infected by a bug that entered his body during the last mission. He didn’t notice at first, but a few days later he started having nightmares.
He figured having a few nightmares while fighting an intergalactic war was normal, so he didn’t bother bringing it up to the team.
As the days go by his nightmares get worse and worse to where he’s afraid to sleep at night. Blue keeps telling him to talk to the others, but he doesn’t want to bother them with something they can’t really help with.
It gets so bad one night that blue asks the other lions for help. With their help she sent Lance’s dreams through the lions connection and the lions sent Lance’s dreams to their individual Paladins.
The next morning the Paladins all met at breakfast early to discuss how to help Lance but when he didn’t show up for breakfast they got worried.
When they went to go check on him they found him still asleep in bed, covered in sweat, and wrestling the sheets. No matter how hard they tried to wake him they couldn’t.
They call for Allura and Coran and they immediately know what’s wrong and take Lance to the medical bay, claiming they needed to surgically remove the parasite before it’s too late.
It’s only now that he’s been corrupted that I can fully appreciate the real Peeta. Even more than I would’ve if he’d died. The kindness, the steadiness, the warmth that had an unexpected heat behind it.
Give me Harry and Draco in the eighth year common room making eyes at each other.
Harry sitting near the fire while Ron and Hermione bicker over school work. Draco across the room, alone at a table pretending to read an advanced potions textbook while actually just staring at the same three words over and over again between not so subtle glances over at Harry.
Harry bored of listening to Ron and Hermione’s not so subtle flirting and secretly wishing he could flirt and bicker openly with his boyfriend.
Harry casually glancing in the direction of said boyfriend who is looking back at him and whose eyebrows raise and lower suggestively, yet so quickly anybody would have missed it except for Harry who knows it so well. Who knows exactly what it means.
Draco snapping his book shut and casually making his way up to his dorm. Lying down on his bed with his head propped on two pillows and opening up his textbook again and actually reading it this time. At ease knowing his boyfriend will be with him soon.
Harry entering Draco’s room a few minutes after watching him leave the common room.
Draco locking and silencing the room without a word.
Harry sitting down on the bed and leaning over Draco to give him a light peck on the lips. Turning away to take off his shoes before settling down next to his boyfriend, their shoulders pressed together and one of Harry’s legs resting on top of Draco’s, before picking up a Quidditch magazine from Draco’s nightstand and starting to read.
Give me Draco and Harry just wanting to hang out with each other.