Voltron One Shots

SHIRO X READER #2

~Smut Level:
|FUTURE #2|

~Previously~

Once inside you popped the tape into Keith's box TV and watched Katie's hacking from beginning to end, over and over and over again. Anything you didn't understand, you looked up in her book and read through.

That left step number four: Hack into the Garrison files.

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~Presently~

Since you were fired from the Garrison, you had to sneak through the halls while classes were in session to break into Iverson's office. Luckily, he wasn't inside.

Iverson's computer was laying open on his desk, but before you could run over to it you had to deal with the hidden camera on the top of his bookshelf. Subtly, you pushed a potted plant in front of it then ran to Iverson's desk, sitting in his plush, leather chair.

Obviously there was a password, and you used the same code Pidge had in the video to easily hack around it.

Looking at Iverson's dash was like looking at a knotted ball of yarn. There was no order, nothing was sorted or organized, it was just a mess of files and documents.

You sighed, this was going to take longer than you hoped.

In the security video, Pidge had  opened a document near the centre of his dash, but you didn't have time to sort through each link. You needed something faster.

Wracking your brain for anything helpful you'd read in Pidge's book, you remembered a certain hacking method that had caught your attention.

Pulling up the basic computer codes, you changed some of the symbols and hit enter. This resulted in video after video of. . .

"Shiro!" You gasped, eyes locked on the videos of your fiancé.

He was strapped down to a metal table, fighting the restraints as best he could. It was Shiro, there was no doubt about it, but he looked nothing like the man who flew into space on his way to Kerberos. Instead of chocolate brown hair, he had black locks with a tuff of white falling down over his face, slightly covering the thick scar over the bridge of his nose.

However, that was nothing compared to the metal, prosthetic arm he had.

"Listen! We have no time, they're coming and we need-"

"Sedate him. We don't know what that arm can do, we need time."

"No! We don't have time-!"

A needle was stuck into Shiro's arm and he slowly relaxed against the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Then, the door to the facility opened and a boy with a red bandanna covering his face walked inside, taking out each of the scientists.

The boy ran to Shiro's side and pulled the piece of cloth off his face.

"Keith?" You questioned.

"Shiro-?"

More people walked into the facility, and you recognized each one of them. They were the students who'd gone missing in your class.