Isn’t it Ironic
Um, did someone said BROANGTS? ….What do you mean ‘no’?
As, always, I blame you @kaxpha this is on you. 100%. No doubt. I’m a writier, I hold no responsability whatsoever.
Oh, btw, this is like a small small drabble in where Shiro catches Keith’s Galra form by accident and he kinda snaps and her’s having an episode from when he was a prisioner so he starts attacking Keith not knowing it’s Keith and well…..yah.
It’s not that long, so, I don’t see the point of putting a ‘Read More’. *shurgs*
Also, I wrote this like, in a rush, so, I hope it’s decent enough and bla bla bla, excuse any mistakes it may have.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesnt belong to me, du la di lu da.
Purple.
It’s ironic how a single color you never paid attention to before can become part of your worst nightmare.
It fills his vision. There’s only purple and a flash of gold before Shiro’s attacking. He’s merciless, he’s being control by the past and he doesn’t hesitate before he’s launching himself to the Galra a few feet from him.
Because there’s a Galra, casually walking around in the training room, nonchalant with his shoulders at ease but then he turns and Shiro catches his golden eyes widen in surprise when he sees him and then everything goes black for Shiro.
There’s a ringing sound in his ear but Shiro pays it no mind. His harsh pants and the choking noises the Galra are the only things filling his ears. There’s the faint sound of something dripping, like tap water that never got closed in the right way, and with a sharp realization, Shiro suddenly catches the sight of his own Garla arm glowing vividly while being buried deep inside a body.
He blinks groggily, as if coming back to from a dream, but then there’s a gagging noise and a soft sigh and as Shiro raises his eyes, he realizes that there are no dreams.
There are only nightmares.
“S-Shiro.” Keith whispers, a thin line of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as it makes its way to his chin slowly, “U-Ugh, S-Shiro?”
Shiro can only stare. He can only stare as his little brother’s hands pats weakly at his Galra arm that penetrates him in his stomach in a weak attempt to free himself. He can only stare as Keith’s soft purple skin fade and it leaves his pale skin behind with a new touch of grey on it, the sweat dripping from his forehead mixing itself with the stray tears that leave Keith’s eyes.
Keith gags once again and Shiro can only stare as Keith’s dark blue eyes lose their light at every passing tick.
“S-S-Shi –“
The ringing sound disappears and all that it’s left behind is pained screams coming from somewhere around them and Keith’s soft whisper.
“I-It’s okay.”
He doesn’t know how it happens but suddenly his arm leaves Keith’s body, his dark blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, then he’s falling and –
Before Shiro can even move to catch him, Lance’s pushing him back hard, tears falling down from his eyes as he gathers Keith’s limp body in his arms.
“K-Keith, Keith, baby, hold on, Keith, please, please, Corazon, Amor, please.” Lance sobs, brushing back Keith’s bangs out of his face as the black haired teen chokes on his own blood, “Sh, sh, baby, it’s okay, breath, please, you gotta – you gotta –“
Shiro can faintly hear Hunk’s sharp gasp and Pidge’s sobbing from behind but his eyes are solemnly on Lance and Keith as the brunet cries on the Red Paladin’s shoulder.
“P-Please, no.” Lance whimpers, “K-Keith.”
“Keith.” Shiro echoes, meek and small, voice cracking with fear, “K-Keith.”
He falls to his knees near the couple, raising a shaky hand towards them but suddenly Lance snarls at him, making Shiro to fall back on his ass as he stares wide at the brunet’s furious glare.
“G-Get away from him. Get –Get away from us. Get away. Get away.” Lance chants, shaking with sobs and tears, “Get away. Get away. GET AWAY!”
Shiro can only stare, jaw wide open as Lance continues to scream out of anger and grief, his heart breaking as the brunet nuzzles his face against Keith’s.
“P-Please, get away.” Lance whimpers, his tears falling harder as he feels Keith’s light touch on his cheek, “P-Please.”
Keith just hushes him gently, doing his best to push back the blood and breathe through his nose. He struggles, his breathing becoming slower by the second but as he keeps his hand caressing Lance’s cheek in comfort, Keith turns his face towards Shiro and meets his gaze.
Shiro’s heart stops when Keith stares at him in concern, love and forgiveness clear in his dark blue eyes and Shiro pushes down the lump in his throat as Keith’s mouth twitches in a ghost smile.
“S-Shiro.”
Keith’s hand falls limp from Lance’s cheek and as Keith breaths out his name, Shiro scream echoes down the Castle.
