“Why is it always the air lock?!” Lance grumbled from the corner. He pulled his jacket tightly around him in an attempt to stop the violent shivers that racked his body.
“Relax,” Keith brushed him off, “Coran and Pidge will have us out in no time.”
Lance nodded. He knew that, realistically, but it didn’t stop him from wanting out now. He was cold, tired, and had a monster of a headache–it had been a long day.
“I know,” Lance muttered. “I’ll feel better when we can get out of here and warm up,” he admitted. “Sorry for complaining.”
“You’re cold?” Keith asked.
“No,” he replied, “I’m actually a little toasty. Here,” he shrugged off his jacket and put it around Lance’s shoulders. Lance wanted to protest, but it was warm from Keith’s body heat, and felt so nice on his back…
“Thanks,” he said tiredly. “If you get cold, though, take it back. I don’t want to be the reason you freeze to death in this ice box of an air lock.”
“Are you seriously that cold?” Keith asked, sounding surprised. He studied Lance’s features and noticed the slight pallor of his skin, and the slight slick of sweat on his forehead. Lance was also shivering fiercely. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Fine,” Lance shrugged, “A bit of a headache,” he admitted, “but I’m good.”
Keith let the subject drop, for now. However, now that it was silent, he noticed something else about the blue paladin: his breathing was off. There was a slight congested crackling in the bottoms of his lungs when he breathed, and Keith hadn’t noticed Lance trying to nonchalantly clear it away until the air lock had fell silent. Now, however, he could hear the stifled coughs that Lance was fighting with. His mouth was closed, and the sound his lungs were making with each heave of breath was alarmingly wet.
“You’re sick,” Keith asserted. There was no hiding it now.
“It’s just a little cough, Keith,” Lance argued. His voice sounded raspy and painful.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was just going to try to sleep it off,” Lance admitted. “Then we got stuck in here, and I figured you had bigger things to worry about.”
“I really don’t,” Keith objected. He reached out to Lance’s huddled, still-shivering frame and rested the backs of his hand on his cheek, then migrated to the back of his neck, and finally resting on his forehead. Warm, maybe too warm, but not hot.
“I think you’ve got a fever, but I can’t really tell.”
“I’m fine,” Lance argued again. “I just want to sleep.” He coughed once more with a closed mouth, and Keith could see what a strain it was.
“Don’t do that,” Keith scolded, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“I don’t want to get you sick,” Lance pointed out.
“We’re stuck in an air lock breathing the same air, and you’ve probably got a fever. I think it’s safe to say I’ve already been exposed.”
“Well, I don’t want to increase the risk.” Lane coughed a few more times, still stifling them as best he could, but he was getting a bit desperate for oxygen, if he was being honest. He couldn’t properly clear his lungs this way, and the more he coughed, the more fluid seemed to bubble in to fill up his chest. The coughing got more desperate, and he turned away from Keith to cover his face with his sleeve. He was barely getting in a breath between hacks.
“Hey, you need to breathe,” Keith commented worriedly, moving closer to the ill paladin and resting a hand on his shoulder. Lance wasn’t listening. His face was turning red with the lack of air. “Lance, can you hear me? You need to get air,” he instructed. Lance blindly shoved Keith off him, Keith fought back, straightening Lance out of his doubled over position to sit up propped against Keith. Lance didn’t put up much of a fight, and as the coughing finally began to subside, Keith felt him go slack so completely that he had to lean over to make sure he was still awake.
“Is this better?” Keith asked. “Can you breathe like this?”
Lance nodded weakly. Keith could feel the congestion rattling around in his lungs through every short, rapid breath.
“How are you two doing?” Shiro’s voice asked through the air lock window.
“Shiro, thank God,” Keith almost laughed with relief.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but Lance is sick.” He once more reached around the boy to feel his forehead, alarmed to find how much his temperature had risen in such a short time.
“Hey, Shiro,” Lance smiled, “How close are we to getting out of here?”
“Pretty close, buddy,” Shiro reassured him. “How’re you feeling?”
“I’m okay,” Lance lied.
“He’s burning up,” Keith informed. Shiro’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“Aw, Shiro, don’t look like that. It’s just a cold,” Lance assured, but found himself thrown into another fit of deep coughing.
“That sounds bad,” Shiro worried. After spending so long in a Galra prison, he knew pneumonia when he heard it. “Like, really bad. We need to get him out of there as soon as possible.” Lance’s breaths were shallow, and Shiro could tell that it hurt to take in much air.
“Will you go tell them to hurry?” Keith asked.
“They’re working as fast as they can, but I think it would only distract them to be worrying about Lance right now,” Shiro admitted. “We’re just going to have to sit tight for a while.
Lance was still trying to stifle his coughing as much as he possibly could.
“He’s afraid of infecting me,” Keith said. “I tried to tell him not to worry about it, but you know Lance.”
“Yeah,” Shiro smiled. “Lance, listen, you’re not going to get Keith sick; I don’t think what you have is contagious,” Shiro informed, “So I want your only focus to be on breathing, okay? Feel Keith’s breaths and try to match them.” Lance winced.
“I can’t,” he strained weakly, “My chest.”
“Don’t push it. Just do your best. I don’t like how grey your complexion is turning.”
Keith was sweating in the heat of the air lock and underneath Lance’s fever-hot body. Lance, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf. His teeth were chattering against the cold, which Keith was sure wasn’t helping his breathing. After a few minutes, he seemed to fall into an uneasy sleep.
“I don’t know how to help him, Shiro,” Keith admitted.
“You’re doing fine,” he promised. “I didn’t want to freak him out, but I think he’s got pneumonia. The door should be open soon, I’m sure of it.”
And sure enough, it was only a few more minutes before the air lock slid open and Shiro and Keith were able to scoop Lance up and take him to the castle’s infirmary to pump him full of antibiotics.
“You going to bed?” Shiro asked on his way out the door. “You’ve had a rough day.”
“I just don’t want him to wake up here alone,” Keith replied. “He was so feverish when we pulled him out of the air lock, I doubt he’ll remember anything. I don’t want him to freak out.”
Shiro smiled proudly. “I’ll stay with you, then,” he said, pulling up a chair next to Keith’s. “You did a good job with him.”
Keith laughed out loud. “I had no idea what I was supposed to do.”
“I think that just having you there was enough.” Keith nodded and allowed his eyes to slip closed. As long as he was there, Lance would be fine.
Do you think Clarke had already subconsciously fallen for Bellamy when she was with Finn and Lexa? It seems like both Finn and Lexa had questioned her about this in an indirect manner.
Short answer: Yes.
The attraction has been there since season 1. That’s for sure. I mean look at her face. They were openly flirting in this scene.
And Finn saw that too.
I think she started having feelings (in a romantic sense of the word) for Bellamy in season 2. She asked specifically if Finn and Bellamy made it. Twice.
She put Bellamy on the same level as her love interest. (Did she ask for Monroe? Sterling? Octavia? No.)
She ran through the camp just to get to him and the hug… even Bellamy himself was shocked. Octavia noticed (”There’s something I thought I’d never see.” + her facial expression is also very telling) Damn just rewatch it. Pay a special attention to Clarke’s facial expressions. Compare Bellarke hug to Clarke/Octavia hug - that’s a massive difference.
Clarke still felt guilty for closing the door on Bellamy and Finn. That’s very evident in that scene by the fire in 2x05. Bellamy offered her understanding. “It had to be done.” He made it very clear that he’s not holding it against her, that he understand why she did it. He reassured her she’d done the right thing. And that’s something Clarke needed at this moment.
She was kinda on her own in the Mountain. She was suspicious and trying to get out while the other were trying to convince her they’re finally safe. Then she espaced with the knowledge she left them all behind in MW (which is not what happened but I’m pretty sure Clarke thought something like this). And then she reunited with Bellamy and suddenly she was not alone. She got her partner back.
And then in 2x05-2x08, they were back in their co-leaders mode. They were so in sync…. Since this episode (meaning 2x05) Bellamy is the person she trusts the most. The person who understands the burden of being a leader and carries it with her. She started falling for Bellamy in these episodes. She still had feelings for Finn but she was not exactly “with Finn”. She wasn’t Finn with since the moment Raven’d landed on the Earth.
The narrative backs me up in 2x09. Clarke just killed Finn and one of the first things she said to Bellamy in this episode is “I can’t lose you too.” Again, Bellamy is put at the same level as the person she’d said “I love you” just a few hours ago.Later in the episode L/xa (sorry guys but thi will show up in the tag anyway since the anon used the correct name) and Clarke had conversation about leading their people and L/xa confided a story of her lost love to Clarke. Clarke needed to stop the pain. She wanted to become a strong stoic leader and make sure she will never have to feel this way again so she built the walls around her heart and emotionally shut herself off. “Love is weakness.” And what is the first thing Clarke did? She sent Bellamy away with the words “I was being weak. It’s worth the risk.” This is Clarke trying to be like L/xa - strong leader devoid of emotions. And what is Clarke’s last line in this episode? “Love is weakness.” Hmmm interesting. So yeah I think she started realizing she has feelings for Bellamy in 2x09 but that’s one of the reasons she sent him away.
She realized her mistake pretty fast because basically all episode of 2b is Clarke being constantly worried about Bellamy (2x11 is a perfect example but it’s in every single episode). Yet she never stopped believing in Bellamy. She never doubted him. She always believed he’d succeed in this mission.
Even L/xa saw it and called Clarke out on her feelings for Bellamy. “You care about him.” “I care about all of them.” “Yet you worry about him more.” FUCK EVEN L/XA SAW IT.
“…besides, we lost contact with Bellamy.” she’s blinking the tears back again.
And their reunion in the tunnels in 2x16? Clarke is speechless, she’s just staring at Bellamy in wonder, blinking the tears back. She absolutely stunned and the relief is written all over her face.
Moving on…. she didn’t tell anyone else but Bellamy that she’s leaving (maybe expect for Monty). She didn’t even tell her mother. Anyways, did she kiss Monty goodbye? No, she didn’t.
Now for the second part of your question. I’d like to start by saying that Clarke probably spent plenty of time thinking about the delinquents and Bellamy in particular during those 3 months between s2 and s3. Now I’m talking about platonic Bellarke. She thought of him as her partner, friend, co-leader. Se thought of him as a person who pulled that lever with her.
And then she finally saw him again when he came to rescue her. He caressed her face and hair and she’s absolutely stunned. She just started at him with wide eyes. She begged for his life, her voice breaking and she’s do anything - even sacrificing her own life for him (don’t forget that she didn’t know Roan is taking her to Polis, she thought he’s taking her to Nia who wants to kill her). This scene kills me every damn time because it’s the least platonic shit I’ve ever seen. And Roan noticed (and as the season went on, he kept on noticing).
Then everything had changed because Roan brought her to Polis and Clarke was forced to play a role of Wanheda, She became a political figure. War was about to happen and Skaikru was in danger. She didn’t trust L/xa (for a good reason because obviously L/xa betrayed them before) so she had to stay to make sure L would keep her word AND SHE WASN’T READY TO COME BACK. NOT YET. That’s why she decided to stay in Polis in 3x03. If you watch the scene closely, you can see that the conversation with Bellamy wasn’t easy for Clarke. When he walked away, she had to take a moment to blink back the tears and take a deep breath before she was ready to turn around and play the role of wanheda again.
Since 3x04 she was falling for L/xa. But at the same time, she never stopped having feelings for Bellamy. It is possible to love two people at the same time. But I believe Clarke didn’t realize the true nature of her feelings for Bellamy.
One of my scene is definitely their argument in 3x05. I analyzed it in details so you can check that out. Clarke was stunned. She was absolutely crushed. But that scene also kinda woke her up. She was on her own for 3 months, she was isolated from her people in Polis (which is the main reason I’m always saying she was a terrible ambassador) and this argument finally showed her the reality and the consequences of what’s been going on in Arkadia in between 2x16 and 3x05. She realized she’s not the only one who’s hurting. She saw how broken Bellamy was. And she believed her they could fix it all. Together. But she said a few words that triggered Bellamy and he did what he did (again, I talked about it in detail a few months ago).
After the debacle in Arkadia, she focused on playing the role on wanheda again in order to keep her people safe. She was getting closer and closer with L/xa and eventually she fall for her…. and we all know how that played out. Clarke lost another person she loved. At that time, that was all she could think of. Everything happened so fast and then there was the flame, Titus, Murphy… she didn’t have time to think about her feelings. She was overwhelmed. Her feelings for Bellamy were still buried inside of her though without her realizing it.
The Bellarke reunion in 3x11 is interesting for many reasons. Clarke expression can be interpreted many ways but I think she’s also shocked she saw Bellamy, relieved he’s alive and relatively well (she had to blink to make sure he’s really standing there in front of her) and she was also scared. She didn’t know where they stood because the last time they saw each other he handcuffed her and she tazed him.
3b was about finding their way back to each other and Bellamy realizing his feelings for Clarke. Yes, I think that at this point Bellamy is aware of his feelings for Clarke. Clarke on the other hand is not but the feelings are definitely there and have been since season 2. Those feelings never disappeared and I hope we’ll get to see Clarke bringing these feeling back on the surface and becoming aware of her them.
ok but like, Sam and Dean fucking for the first time after so long in faith. just, Sam seeing Dean dying he just, holds his big brother and tops Dean for the first time ever, and it's sweet and it's soft and it's so loving. just. ugh
YES ANON, PLEASE!
Like, they’ve both been pining for each
other ever since they reunited again. Dean has been the bolder one, a few
times, letting Sam know what he wants but Sam’s been too worried about screwing
anything up between them, so scared of ruining what they have. Now though, with
Dean all weak and sickly looking, eyes determined but with a hint of fear, Sam just
can’t deny him anything.
Dean rests his head against Sam’s chest, fingertips
gently running beneath Sam’s sweater and he just asks: “Sam, please. Don’t say
And Sam just kisses him, softly, picks him up – he’s
so light, he must’ve lost so much
weight – and lowers him to the bed. “You sure?” he mumbles, his thumb tracing
Dean’s bottom lip. “We can wait. Until you’re better.”
The way Dean looks at him breaks Sam’s heart. He looks
confused, almost angry. “I’m not gonna get better,” he tells him quietly. “Don’t
let me die without having this, please. You do want me, right?”
And Sam aches
because Dean looks momentarily uncertain, like he doubts that Sam wants him
more than he wants air. “Yeah,” he whispers against Dean’s lips. “You don’t
know how much.”
Dean’s mouth opens beneath his, and they kiss slowly
and messily, Dean moaning weakly, fingernails digging into Sam’s shoulder. Sam
undresses himself and Dean deliberately, fingertips mapping out his body. He
lets his hands caress along the line of Dean’s torso, dipping into the hollow
of his collarbone before he reaches down and grasps Dean’s cock; hard and straining
against his stomach.
Sam marvels at how perfect it feels, how right, as he begins to stroke it.
Dean’s eyes draw open, impossibly dark eyelashes
casting small shadows over his beautiful face which is so pale that the
freckles dusting his nose stands out even more than usual. “Sam,” he gasps,
pushing Sam’s hair out of his face.
Sam watches under silence how Dean spread his legs,
his determined eyes never leaving Sam’s, and it’s the most erotic fucking
moment of Sam’s life.
He releases Dean’s cock and finds his hole, gently
running his index finger over it, breath hitching as he feels it twitch under
“In my duffle,” Dean says, blushing, and Sam kisses him
again before getting the lube from Dean’s pocket.
Sam slathers his fingers with it, circling Dean’s
entrance, his eyes firmly fixed on Dean’s face.
“Have you ever done this before?” Sam asks, pushing
the tip of his index finger into Dean’s tight body.
Dean’s eyes are closed, eyebrows knotted in
concentration. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Not recently though.”
Sam feels a stab of something. It’s not jealousy; because he knows that what they share
is something far too profound and he doesn’t need to be jealous, not really. It
feels a bit more like disappointment, that someone else got so see Dean like
this, all spread out and beautiful, before he did.
Dean seems to sense Sam’s reaction, because he looks
at him, bites his lip, and says: “It wasn’t like this. It could never have been
like this. Sam, this is with you.”
Sam nods, rests his forehead against Dean’s and works
another finger into Dean’s hole. It’s so tight, and hot, and perfect, and Sam’s
Dean let’s out a sudden hiss, and Sam freezes. “Did I
Dean shakes his head, his hips rising to meet Sam’s
fingers. “More,” he breathes, and Sam can’t look away from Dean because he’s too fucking beautiful like this; flushed
and just a little out of breath, eyes closed, his puffy lips parted.
Sam crooks his fingers again, and Dean makes a noise
that makes Sam’s heart skip a beat.
“You like that?” Sam asks quietly, adding a third
finger. His cock is weeping, begging for attention, but this is about Dean.
“Uh huh,” Dean manages, his hips fully moving against
Sam’s hand now, shamelessly riding his fingers. “Sam, fuck, I’m – I want you
Sam’s trembling, because he’s never been this turned
on in his life, and he can’t stop himself from whispering into Dean’s ear: “You
ready for my cock, Dean?”
Dean’s eyes are half-lidded, the look in them entirely
certain. “Fuck me. I’m ready. Do it.”
Sam gets on his knees between Dean’s spread legs,
feeling Dean’s eyes on him as he pours lube all over his dick, giving it a few
“You’re gorgeous, Sammy,” Dean rasps, his cheeks pink.
“Wish we’d done this sooner.”
Sam lines his dick against Dean’s loosened opening,
threading his fingers through Dean’s, anchoring him. “We’ll have time,” Sam
promises against Dean’s lips, as he begins to push inside of him. “I swear,
Dean’s fingers dig into Sam’s bicep, hissing as Sam
works his way into him.
Sam lets out a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the
feeling of Dean clenching around him. It’s so hot and perfect; better than he
ever have imagined it, and he knows that he’s ruined for anyone else, he’s Dean’s,
wholly and fully and forever, regardless of what happens.
Sam pauses to give Dean a moment to adjust. He looks
closely at Dean’s face, looking for any signs of pain. “You OK?”
Dean grins at him; flashes him that smug, cocky grin
that Sam has fallen so hopelessly in love with. “Never better. Now fuck me, I
won’t break. And if I do, I’ll go happily.”
Sam lets out a shuddering sort of laughter before he
begins to move, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back inside. He’s
already so fucking close to coming, and he must briefly close his eyes because
the sight of Dean beneath him is just too
“Yess,” Dean keens, wrapping his legs around Sam’s
Sam thrusts grows steadier, deeper, as he wraps one
arm around Dean, lifting him up so they’re flush against each other. He can
feel Dean’s hot gasps against the shell of his ear, and everything is perfect.
“Ah, ah, ah - yes,
there,” Dean moans suddenly,
fingernails digging into Sam’s back.
Sam finds the spot again; hits it with every other
thrust, and Dean mewls in his arms, begs for him to go faster, harder, but Sam
maintains the pace he’s set. He won’t hurt Dean, and he would hate himself if
he lost control.
“You think you can come like this?” Sam asks, still
not able to tear his eyes from Dean’s face. “From just my cock?”
Dean moans then, his eyes meeting Sam’s and he comes
messily all over their stomachs, and it’s the hottest thing Sam’s ever seen, Dean coming just from Sam’s cock, and he
can’t stop himself. He comes inside of Dean, crying out his brother’s name as
he fills him up. His orgasm seems to go on forever, and when he finally
collapses next to Dean on the bed, he’s still seeing stars.
Dean smiles at him, lazily, his eyes tired and soft.
Sam threads his fingers gently through Dean’s hair,
eyeing him worriedly. “You OK?”
Dean curls into him, and Sam can feel his heart
beating beneath his far too prominent ribcage. It beats irregularly, and Sam
wants to kill something. “Yeah, I’m
more than OK. Considering that I’m dying.”
Sam hugs Dean as hard as he dares to him, buries his
face in Dean’s neck. “I won’t let that happen. You hear me Dean? I won’t let it.”
Sam feels Dean tense up in his arms for a moment, then
he relaxes again; allows himself to melt into Sam’s embrace. “Okay, Sammy. I
When Sam finally falls asleep, he sleeps well, knowing
that Dean finally has faith in him.