some torture and trauma #sheith tho....

the galra capturing keith in order to lure shiro in. they torture him and drug him so he is easier to break, and they taunt shiro with his screams and keith even starts begging for it to stop, which sends shiro even more over the edge and

all judgment and planning is out the window. he rushes in, just karate chopping anything that gets in his way, pure rage and fear fueling excess physical stregth that allows him to throw galra twice his size across the corridors like toys, until he reaches the room where keith

is dangling by his wrists from the ceiling. he looks almost dead, pale and beaten, visible ruts that his tears carved through the grime and blood on his face. shiro nearly loses the function of his legs as he shakily rushes over, calling keiths name frantically. he takes keiths

head in both hands and tilts it up, his own tears starting to burn his eyes as he just desperately whispers for keith to wake up, the entire battle he carved through sentries and soldiers to get here vanished in his mind. he presses his forehead to keiths and desperately pleads

for him to wake up, to be alive, to say something, and just then shiro heard the faintest of a groan, a weak and feeble thing, but he pulls his head back to look keith over, and sure enough his fsce is twitching. thats good enough for shiro. he slips his left arm around k

keiths waist to support his weight before slashing the cable with his glowing prosthetic in one motion, keiths arms falling down around shiro's neck and the dead weight of his body slumping onto shiro. Shiros other arm comes around keith and doesnt want to let go.... but as he

squeezes tighter he hears a pained whine from keith, and loosens his grip, realizing he probably has several nasty bruises and broken ribs. he murmurs an apology, nuzzling keiths temple with his nose, keiths shaky breathing now clearly audible, and shiro shifts keith to hold

him across both arms, keiths arms still around his neck as he turns to leave. Shiro never stops talking softly to keith. reassuring him, telling him he's here, hes gonna be okay, hes not gonna let anyone hurt him anymore.... and the one time keith tries to speak up, shiro

shushes him, so gently that keith doesnt want to put up a fight, hardly has the energy to. he just tightens his arm around shiros shoulder, as little as he's able, before closing his eyes and letting his body rest, knowing that he's safe in shiro's arms.

Once keith wakes up again, he's just heard the muffled deactivation of the healing pod's protective screen. he opens his heavy eyelids slowly, squinting from the brightness of the interior of the castle. a dark shape leaned over him, saving his eyes from the abrasive light, and

keith had to let his eyes focus before he saw shiro's relieved, but still worried face looking down at him. he gave a soft inadvertent groan before "shiro...." the man looking over him gave a reassuring smile. "Keith... hey. how are you feeling?" There was a ghost of a tremble

in his voice. Keith tried to smile back, but it likely just looked like his mouth was twitching painfully. "Like a sack of bricks," he replied bluntly. For some reason everyone else always seemed to leave the pod more or less at a hundred percent, albeit tired, but both times

keith had been subjected to it, he felt like he'd been sapped of every last drop of stamina to the point he could barely even sit up. He wondered if it had something to do with his galra genes.... even so, he was fully healed, just felt awfully groggy. Shiro knew this from the

last time, so he already had an arm around keiths back, pulling him to sit up. the feeling of it reminded keith of being carried.... by shiro. the memory was fuzzy as it came back to him... shiro had carried his limp body, barely hanging on to life, out of the galra station

where he was tortured, interrogated... that explains the anxious expression keith was greeted with. He couldn't remember too many details and he hoped it would stay that way. He groaned again as his head started to spin, and shiro pulled him to his chest before his arms could

buckle and throw him back down onto the floor of the pod. Keith welcomed the feeling of shiro's arm tightening around him, and the faint sound of his heartbeat through his chest, which keiths head was resting against. he squeezed his eyes shut to help his head stop spinning.

Shiro's voice was quiet, the tone he always used when speaking to keith directly. "You need help getting to your room?" Keith didn't really want to admit it, but he might need to be carried just a little further. He gave a nod, and then felt shiros other arm slip beneath his

knees, keith snaking his arm around shiro's neck as he was gently lifted up. "Please tell me lance isn't going to see this," keith mumbled, voice weak, and he tried to chuckle, but it just came out as a half cough. He had to keep his eyes closed to keep the feeling of vertigo

at bay, but he could hear the smirk in shiro's voice. "don't worry, I gave them a little task to keep them busy. Three bots on the training deck, at once." and keith grins. "They might end up in worse shape than me." Shiro didn't respond to that, and keiths smile faded. He

must have been in really, REALLY bad shape for shiro not to show even fake amusement at that. "Sorry," Keith mumbled. "I guess i was hurt pretty bad?" "Yeah," Shiro replied. Keith couldnt gauge shiro's level of anxiety with his eyes closed, but he felt shiro's grip tighten

with his reply. "I can't remember much.... I guess I should be grateful," Keith added, hoping to reassure the man carrying him. "Yeah," was all shiro seemingly managed to get out before staying silent. Keith peeked one eye open to find they were almost at his room.

(im going to edit this thread and make it into a ficlet!!!!!)