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Anyways its 2021 and I miss VLD :(
Some old fans (if y'all are still around) may wonder whats become of my old stories.
The Shield Bearers is... not happening. Ever. All my shield bearer friends have either moved on and stopped talking to me, or weāve had a falling out. Itās sad, but the age of the shield bearers is long over.
The Old World, the fic I talked about writing is... still around! Itās not finished, thereās a LOT that still needs fleshed out, but it is there! I donāt know if Iāll ever do anything with it ever again, but maybe itāll resurface.Ā
As for any new stories that are actually kin memories, Iāll start tagging those as, uh.... letās go with #shizar-memoirs cause that works I guess
Pilot Error
Takashi Shirogane
2288-2314
And the flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
There wasnāt any body. Just a gravestone added to a long line of fallen Garrison members. Just another stone.
But he wasnāt just another stone. This was Shiro. Shiro, my best friend, the professor who had silly test answers, the Garrison pilot who outshone everyone else despite his⦠difficulties.Ā
My therapist told me it would take time to process his death. It was too recent a discovery, the emotions too raw. I know I need to acknowledge heās⦠gone⦠but it doesnāt seem⦠right. It just didnāt seem like he was actually gone. I would be able to feel him being gone⦠wouldnāt Iā¦?
I donāt know what time it is. I know everyone else left, after the priest had his last words to say. Even Adam couldnāt stay, but who could blame him? After the way he treated Shiro, and now heād never get a chance to say goodbye or reconcile.Ā
I was still sitting here when the rain started. It turned the upturned ground into mud, dirt and water coming together to form something greater than the two of them could ever be alone. The element of ancient buildings and great civilizations sat in front of a tombstone. I thought maybe it would be nice to be able to rebuild Shiro, too, from the ground up.
I couldnāt cry. I hadnāt been able to since I heard the news from my commander. My heart, my eyes, felt so heavy, but nothing would fall from them, like some sort of emotional blockage. Something was starting to hit different, though, looking at the words in front of me. My nose started running.Ā
I really was never going to see my best friend again, was I?
āShiro.ā
Brown eyes looked up from the classwork in front of him. He looked so tired, but he still sat up, giving a strained smile. āAsher. Cody. Whatever youāre going by today.ā
I forced a small smile, stepping into the classroom. āWhatever youāll call me,ā I replied, grabbing a chair from one of the studentsā desks and dragging it in front of his professorās desk. I sat down, pulling one of the papers he was grading over to me. āPop quiz? Thatās unlike you.ā
āWell, you know, normally I wouldnāt.ā His voice was soft, and he dropped his pen in favor of clasping his hands together. āBut this class has been particularly difficult. I thought maybe itād help shake them into paying attention and studying more, doing the homeworkā¦ā
I nodded. āYou have a typo.ā
āWhat?!ā he gasped, grabbing the paper from me and looking over it frantically. He looked back up to my smile, his brows furrowing together. āOh, ha-ha.ā
My smile spread into a grin. āPerfectionist.ā
He sighed, dropping the paper, his elbow on the desk and his head in his hand. He looked down over the papers, a storm brewing in his chocolate eyes.
It was quiet for a moment, as I watched his face, searching for something. I donāt know what I was looking for.
Finally, I spoke. āKeith told me about your conversation with Admiral Sanda.ā
Shiro let out an even bigger sigh. āYeah, heās not super happy with me. I told him about the BMD. Sort ofā¦ā
I crossed my arms, leaning back into my seat. āWell, I had to give him the actual name of it,ā I countered. āAnd I canāt even pronounce the damn thing, or remember more than the acronym. I had to search it online again. Bā¦. Becker Musc-Muscular D⦠Dystrophyā¦? See, I canāt even remember it after saying it no more than an hour ago.ā
āAnd youāre the one with the medical degree,ā Shiro mused.
āNo no no!ā I leaned forward, lifting a finger into the air. āI have a social degree, Human Development and Family Studies.ā
āHuman Development is medical,ā Shiro countered.
ā...sort of.ā I slouched back into the seat. āItās more socialā¦ā I shook my head. āLook at me, getting into an argument with you about names and shit and thatās not even what I came to talk about.ā
āIt wasnāt an argument,ā Shiro defended, his hands returning to clasp in front of him.
I waved it off. āYou knew I would come talk to you about this eventually.ā
Shiro hung his head. āNobody wants me on this mission,ā he confessed. āFirst Iverson tries to get Admiral Sanda to convince Holt to drop me from the mission, and then Adam tells me he wonāt be here when I get back.ā
I reached out, putting my hand over Shiroās hands, still folded together. āShiro, you and I both know Adam talks a lot of shit, but heās⦠Heās always there, in the end.ā
āNot this time,ā Shiro scoffed. āI know it, this really was the last time.ā
I was quiet for a minute. Honestly, I hated myself for the hope that swelled in my chest, the excitement that Shiro was finally out of this relationship. But I knew that was selfish, and I held my tongue. I felt my face heat up, hoping that my emotions werenāt that obvious to any other observer. Though Shiro wasnāt looking at me, still drilling holes into the quizzes scattered over the desk.
I sighed, squeezing his hands. āWhat do you want to do?ā I asked.
Shiro looked up at me, finally. āWhat do you mean?ā
āWhat do you want to do?ā I repeated. āGo make things up with Adam? Go on the mission? What do you want to do?ā
He looked at me blankly, the wheels turning in his mind. It took a short moment before his eyebrows furrowed and that determination came back into his eyes. āIām going on that mission, Asher. No one is going to stop me. I have to do it.ā
āThen do it,ā I replied simply. āNo one can stop you.ā I smiled, my other hand coming to rest on top of his and mine. āThis is the most important thing in the world to you, I know. Iāll still be here when you get back. And hey, maybe itāll get Adam to get his head out of his ass.ā
Shiro gave me a small smile. His hands flipped over, taking my own and giving them a small squeeze. āIām glad my best friend is a therapist,ā he joked. āI donāt know who else Iād talk to about this.ā
āNot a therapist yet, maybe not ever. But I will be your best friend.ā I gave his hands a squeeze back, my heart beating in my throat. āHow about you go do something to calm yourself down? Iāll grade these quizzes for you.ā
āAsher, no, itās my class, and I gave the pop quiz.ā
āOh shut up. I have your answer key somewhere in this mess, Iām sure. Iāll do fine, and Iāll come get you if I have any questions. You need to destress, everyoneās been beating you down today. Take some time to take care of you.āĀ
Shiro sighed, before finally sitting up, pulling his hands away. āI guess you wonāt let me grade these in peace,ā he teased. āI guess I could use a snack.ā
āThen go eat!ā I grabbed the pen he was using, and started searching for the answer key. āIāll be here for a bit, so if you need me, you know where to find me.ā
He nodded, getting up and walking to the door. He stopped and looked back. āAsher?ā
I lifted my head up, eyes inquisitive. āYeah?ā
ā...thanks.ā Shiro gave me a smile. Really genuine. Then he opened the door and left.
I sighed, looking down at the quizzes. God knows how much I would miss him while he was on this mission. But he needed to do this. I understood that. I just hoped nothing bad would happen.
āWhat are you still doing here?āĀ
I jumped, startled out of my thoughts. The gentle warm colors of the Garrison classroom faded into the greys of the rainy day. Turning my head, there stood Katie, still in the black dress she wore today.
I blinked. I didnāt realize someone else would be here. āUm⦠what?ā
āEveryone else left like, half an hour ago,ā she pointed out. āEven Adam left. What are you still doing here? And sitting in the mud?ā
I looked down, noticing that my Garrison uniform pants were stained with mud from the ground under me. I sighed, standing up, resisting the urge to rub my ass. I knew it wouldnāt do any good, it would probably just make the mess worse. āAnd what about you, Katie?ā I asked, my voice tired. āDid they finish with your dad and brother?ā
Katie nodded, looking away for a moment, then back to me. āThey finished Shiroās.ā
āYeah, well,ā I mused, looking back at the tombstone. āLetās just say Shiro and I have unfinished business. I wasnāt ready to leave yetā¦ā
āIt doesnāt seem real,ā she said.Ā
āNo, it doesnāt,ā I agreed, shaking my head. āItās like, just a few months ago, he was here, and he should be coming back in a few months. It feels like theres this entire⦠process that got interrupted. And they insist heās dead, butā¦ā I hesitated, but continued. āIt just doesnāt feel real. I feel like I would know somehow if he died. I mean, he was myā¦ā He was the love of my life. āHe was my best friendā¦ā
āHe talked about you a lot,ā Katie commented, stepping closer to me. āShiro said if I ever needed anyone, I could always look for Asher.āĀ
I gave a weak smile. āI doubt that, butā¦ā
āNo, really,ā she insisted. āThatās why Iām glad youāre still here.ā
My processing was a bit slow given everything that happened, so it was quiet for a few minutes before it clicked. āWait, what do you mean youāre glad Iām still here?ā
āI need your help,ā Katie said, stepping forward again, a light coming into her eyes. āI need your help proving that theyāre still out there.ā
āThey?ā
āMy brother and dad. And Shiro.ā
Shiro? Still out there? It was a nice thought. It fit my feelings. But⦠āWe canāt deny it, Katie,ā I insisted, though there wasnāt any conviction behind my words. āWe can't just pretend theyāreā¦ā alive?
āYou know Shiro, Asher. You know Shiro. He would never crash, he wouldnāt make a fatal pilot error. You know that.āĀ
I was silent, contemplating her words. Katie had a point, Shiro was an incredibly talented pilot. How could he make an error so bad that the entire flight went missing? An error that was so severe, that they had no choice but to declare the missing crew dead?
I had another question. āWhy are you telling me this? Why not Adam?ā
āI tried,ā she admitted. āBut he said Shiro was dead. He said something like this was inevitable.āĀ
Rage bubbled up in my chest. āThat asshole!ā I spat before I could stop myself. āFour years with Shiro for what? For him to turn his back on Shiro the minute heās gone? To just forget him?!ā I stopped, putting a hand on my chest, looking up at the sky. I took a deep breath, then mumbled, āIām sorry, Iām just⦠Well, Adam and I never did get along.ā
āShiroās known you for longer,ā Katie pointed out. āAdam was probably insecure about it.ā
I snorted. āLike he had anything to worry about,ā I bitched. āShiro was head over heels for him. āAdam did this, Adam did that!ā God, I was so sick of it. And Adam couldnāt pull his thick head out of his ass long enough to see how much Shiro adored him.ā
āListen,ā Katie interrupted the moment I took a breath. āI can prove that theyāre still out there. I can help you find Shiro, and you can help me find my family. I just need your help.ā
I fought with myself. Could Katie really help me find Shiro? Could I see him again? Was it true that somehow, somewhere out there, Shiro really was alive? God, I wanted to believe it so bad. I wanted to see him so badly, to tell him how much I missed him, how in love I was-
I shook my head, looking down, but I couldnāt stop myself. I looked up at Katie, determination setting in. āJust tell me how. Tell me how to help.ā
I know I could have lost my job for this, but I didnāt care. Shiro was more important. Shiro was always more important. I mean, Matt and Dr. Holt were important too, I guess, butā¦
I had my hand on Katieās back, making sure she kept the black hood up. My oversized hoodie was even bigger on her. It was comical, but if I wasnāt leading her, she probably would have run into something.
I navigated through the Garrison hallways, calling out cheerful greetings to the people passing me by. I hoped I wasnāt looking too suspicious.
Everything was going fine. āIversonās office is just in the next hallway,ā I whispered to her. āJust another turn-ā
I almost ran right into her. Ugh, this bitch again. āAsher!ā she exclaimed in surprise.
I forced a smile. āLinday!ā I replied. āHey!ā
āWhat are you doing? Donāt you have a class soon?ā she asked. Then her big blue eyes landed on Katie. āWhoās this?ā
āOh, this is, uhā¦ā I struggled to come up with a name, thinking we should have planned this out before. āTh-This is my nephew, uh, Pidge! Theyāre just⦠I was just going to introduce them to Iverson! They want to join the Garrison this next semester!ā
āOh!ā Lindsay said, brushing her long ginger hair back. āWell, Iverson is at a meeting right now.ā
āOh, right!ā I faked. āI totally forgot about that!ā Well, Iāll just, uh, show them around some more!ā I pushed Katie past Linday. āCome on, Iāll show you the simulators!ā
Lindsay looked confused and curious, but called out āOkay, bye!ā before continuing down the hall.Ā
When she was far enough away, I let out a relieved sigh. āThank God,ā I breathed.
āWho was that?ā Katie whispered.Ā
āAn old ex,ā I hissed. āSheās awful. Come on, thatās Iversonās office.ā
I walked up to the keypad, pulling out the small slip of paper I kept in my pocket. āLetās see,ā I murmured, glancing between the keypad and the paper. āFour five six seven nine nine two one.ā I put the numbers in as I said them, and when I finished, the door slid open. āThere.ā I turned to Katie, shoving the paper back in my pocket. āBe quick, and donāt stay too long,ā I told her. āIāll see you tonight, okay?ā
Katie nodded, pulling the hoodie off. āGot it.ā She handed my hoodie back to me. āI wonāt let anyone know you let me in.ā
I nodded. āStay safe.ā I gave her a pat on the shoulder before walking past her, heading to the class I was supposed to be teaching.
It felt like a swarm of bees were in my chest, my heart pounding in nervousness. I felt like I was sweating buckets. If Katie really could find some evidence, some proof that Shiro and Dr. Holt and Matt were still out thereā¦Ā
Honestly, I didnāt know what we would even do with that mission. But I was determined to find Shiro, no matter what the cost was.Ā
A small smile curled my lips. For Shiro, Iād steal one of those rockets, and fly the entire solar system just to get him back home.
I climbed out of the rover, looking up at the milky red and orange skies. The sun would be setting soon, and before I knew it, a whole sky full of stars would stretch over my head, out into the galaxies beyond.Ā
āThat there is Hercules,ā he said, pointing up into the heavens. āThatās his arm, and his torso. And over there, thatās Corona Borealisā¦ā
āWait, wait, wait,ā I giggled. āI still havenāt found Hercules!ā
Shiro grinned at me. āI just pointed right at it!ā
āBut I canāt see it!ā
We both burst into more giggles, laying on the roof of the Garrison. I felt like my face was going to tear, stretched too far from laughing too much. The night was warm, and our jackets were bunched under our heads, pillowing us from the roofās concrete floor.Ā
I looked over at him, a gentle smile on my lips. I was in awe of that gorgeous smile he always had, brown eyes black in the darkness, staring up into the sky. Itās like every piece of him wanted to be up in the endless voids of space. His hands rested on his stomach, his black hair shifting as a slight breeze brushed over him. He was beautiful, there was no doubt.
I stared at him silently. I wished so badly I could tell him, that I had the ability and opportunity to tell him what I felt since we were still in school ourselves. I wished I had a way to let him know just how much he meant to me. That I was hopelessly in love-
āI wish Adam was here,ā Shiro interrupted my thoughts. āHe never just wants to appreciate the stars.ā
I sighed, looking back up at the stars. I felt like I might cry, but the tears wouldnāt come, even if I wanted them to. āItās never really been his interest,ā I murmured. āYou know thatā¦ā
āYeah, I justā¦ā he sighed. āI wish sometimes he put as much effort in my interests as I do his.ā
āYou know Adamās never really been interested in doing that,ā I came to his defense again. āAnd he doesnāt really care if youāre there for his interests, either. Itās just⦠not in his nature.āĀ
Shiro fell silent, staring up at the stars.Ā
I looked at the stars, too, but I was constantly glancing at heaven.Ā
Tearing my eyes away from the sky, I started walking up to the small cabin out in the middle of the desert. In front of the door, I knocked. Now, I didnāt really know if heād be there, butā¦
The door creaked open, showing a dark crack. I smiled and waved, and it opened further, revealing Keithās messy black hair and purple eyes.
āDo you have any news?ā he asked, stepping aside. āAnything about Shiro?ā
I walked inside, glancing around. Things here were still the same. āNothing we havenāt heard before,ā I said. āKatieās been looking, but⦠the Garrison hasnāt been. Thereās nothing new from them. And you know, Katieās technology is good, but⦠itās not theirs.ā
Keith sighed, closing the door. āThen⦠why are you here?ā
I held up the bag in my hand. āI figured you could use a break from ramen and instant mac and cheese,ā I said. āChinese takeout. I got your favorites.āĀ
He gave me a small smile. Keith hasnāt given a real smile since Shiro was still around. āCool. Iāll get some plates.ā
I followed Keith into the kitchen. āHave you been doing okay?ā I asked. āYou know I worry about you being all alone out here. I wish I could have kept you in the Garrisonā¦ā
āI didnāt want to stay there.ā Keith got two plates from the cupboards, coming over to the kitchen table and setting them down. āNot when Shiro was gone.ā
I sat down, pulling the takeout cartons from the bag. āI know, but I promised Shiro Iād keep an eye on you, and now youāre all the way out here.ā
āIām fine,ā Keith insisted, sitting down in the chair next to me.Ā
āThat doesnāt stop me from worrying.ā
We sat in silence, putting food on our plates and taking the first bites. Itād been awhile since I treated myself to lo mein, and after a day full of classes, I was starving.Ā
I was interrupted by Keith. āWhy was Shiro with Adam?ā
I blinked in surprise. āUm, he loves Adam,ā I said. āIsnāt that obviousā¦?ā
āNo, I know!ā Keith interrupted. āI know he loves Adam, but youāre his best friend. And you were always the one who was there for him, not Adam.ā
Oh, God, Keith figured me out, didnāt he? A blush rose up my neck and into my cheeks. āKeith, thatās what friends do.ā
āI wouldnāt know. But I know how you always looked at Shiro.ā
āGod, I hope youāre the only one,ā I muttered. āThat would be so embarassing, if Shiro knowsā¦ā I shoved another fork full of lo mein into my mouth, focusing on chewing instead of what Keith was saying.Ā
āI found something new.āĀ
Thankful at the change of subject, I swallowed my noodles, setting the fork down. āWhat did you find now?ā I asked, rubbing at my lips with my jacket sleeve. āStumbling through the wilderness?ā
āLion carvings,ā he replied.
āLion carvings?ā I asked.
āYeah,ā he said, getting up and walking away from the table. I watched as he walked over to that board on his wall, taking down a few photos, before walking back over to me. āThere was this cave,ā he explained, laying the pictures on the table, ājust full of them.ā
I examined the photos, my curiosity peaked. āActual lion carvings.ā Disbelief was heavy in my tone. āCarvings of lions. In a cave. Cave lion carvings.ā
āDo you think some ancient civilization put them there?ā He asked.Ā
āIāve never heard of a civilization that would do that, not out here,ā I replied, picking up one of the photos. āAnd these carvings are like anything Iāve ever studied before. See, I took a lot of art history classes, but no ancient civilization I was taught of ever had this kind of style.ā
āMaybe we found something new,ā Keith suggested.
āYeah,ā I said absently. āJust maybeā¦ā
Today was the day. Itād been a year. A year and we⦠still didnāt know.
If it wasnāt for Katie, I definitely would have given up by now. I would have thrown in the towel. I think even Keith was starting to lose hope of ever seeing his adopted brother again. I donāt blame him. It hadnāt been just another year, it had been a hard year.Ā
But still, I know that if it had been me piloting that mission, if I was the one lost in space⦠Shiro wouldnāt have given up on me. No one, not even Adam, could have talked him out of believing in me. That was just the kind of guy Shiro was. He always had to be the one to help others, he always saw that spark in other people and pulled it out of them.
I smiled, looking down at the photo in my hands. God, I missed those days, I missed himā¦
āHappy birthday!āĀ
Shiro jumped in surprise, before laughing. āOh, God, a surprise party?ā he exclaimed. āWho set this up?ā
āI did!ā I jumped up, hand in the air. āWell, it was my idea.ā I gestured towards Adam. āAnd he helped!ā
āOf course I did,ā Adam said fondly, stepping forward to pull Shiro close. āEspecially this year, when you actually have a birthday.ā He gave Shiro a short kiss, and I tried not to look away, despite my growing jealousy.
āYeah, I guess it is February 29th, isnāt it?ā Shiro asked, looking around at everyone. āWow, I canāt believe this!āĀ
āWell, believe it!ā I said, walking over. āCome on! We got you a cake, presents, the whole shebang!ā
āWell, if it was your idea, of course it is,ā Shiro teased. He moved away from Adam, pulling me into a hug. āThank you, Cody.ā
I squeezed him as tight as I could. I certainly didnāt have the muscle he did. āItās no problem, Shiro.ā
He pulled back, a bright smile on his face. āOkay, so cake first,ā he decided, turning towards the table. āThen we can do presents.ā
āI baked the cake!ā Adam declared.Ā
āWell, youāre the only one who can make anything in this relationship,ā I teased the two of them. āShiro burns everything!āĀ
āNot everything!ā Shiro gasped in mock offense. āI can make myself mac and cheese!āĀ
āInstant mac and cheese,ā I corrected. āAnd sometimes, you still manage to burn that.ā
āAlright, alright!ā He waved his hands. āWe get it, youāre my best friend, and youāve seen me burn mac and cheese since we were sixteen. Everyone here knows.ā
I smiled, pulling the chair at the head of the table out. āCome sit down,ā I insisted. āItās time to celebrate you.ā
āSit down!ā Adam insisted, pushing Shiro over to his seat.
āIām working on it!ā Shiro laughed, sitting down.
āCome on, letās get a photo with you guys!ā Jeff said, holding up a camera. āSay āleap year!āā
āLeap year!ā Adam, Shiro, and I called out.
It was such a warm memory. Adam with his arm around Shiroās shoulders, and me, one hand on Shiroās shoulder, the other holding up a peace sign. All three of us looked happy, even Adam was giving a warm smile.Ā
I cursed myself for not taking more photos. I wish I had more pictures of him, of us. I was so insecure, I didnāt realize that one day, all I might have left are pictures. I didnāt realizeā¦
I sighed, my hand laying on the desk, my head hanging.Ā
Itād been a yearā¦Ā
Every moment, every bit of quiet, everything missed him. The sky didnāt have the same colors, no songs sounded the same. Everything without Shiro, it wasā¦
āProfessor Hailing.ā
My head snapped up, eyes looking onto Jeff. His green eyes looked so intense, and worry filled my veins. āWhat is it?ā I asked.Ā
āAdmiral Nnadi needs to see you,ā Jeff said.
I got up from my desk, laying the picture down. āWhatās going on?ā I asked, walking over to join him as we walked out of my office. āDo they need another psych consult?ā
ā...sort of,ā he replied, looking uneasy. āWe⦠Weāve had⦠I guess its an extraterrestrial landing.āĀ
Confusion flooded my veins. āExtraterrestrial landing?ā I echoed. āYouāre telling me an alien landed on Earth?āĀ
āWe think so,ā he said, leading me into the garage. āNot that far from the Garrison, either. They havenāt cracked open the vessel yet, but the readingsā¦āĀ
I climbed into the rover, buckling in, and we were off. The desert raced by outside the window. āWhat do we know?ā
āVery little. Not long after curfew, at about 2120, something crash landed about four kilometers from the Garrison.ā
āFour kilometers?ā I echoed. āThatās⦠thatās not far!ā
āI know.ā He nodded. āThatās it there.āĀ
I looked, and a cold feeling of dread drowned me as I looked upon the alien spacecraft. Its jagged edges, its odd purple coloring. It was so⦠inhuman. I guess it would have been, but⦠everything about it just seemed evil.Ā
Jeff parked the rover, and we climbed out, walking over to Admiral Nnadi. āWhatās going on?ā I asked, preparing myself to evaluate an actual extraterrestrial.Ā
āYouāre going to want to see this,ā she replied, seeming troubled. She led up into the white facility set up not far from the spacecraft. āYou wonāt believe who was in that spaceship.ā
I was confused, but I pulled on the hazard suit. I was shown into the make-shift facility, and took a breath before walking in. And then, suddenly, the voice from my dreams became clear to me. āLet me go! You have to unpin me!āĀ
My eyes widened, and I rushed into the facility, stopping just inside the doorway.Ā
It felt unreal. Everything had, to be fair, but this⦠He was just laying there. Broken, bruised, a scar torn across the bridge of his nose, and his bangs⦠were white? His arm was replaced by⦠some sort of prosthetic.Ā
But still, this was Takashi Shirogane. It was still Shiro.
āShiro,ā I breathed, my feet heavy as they took steps towards him.
His eyes were wild when they focused on me. āWho are you?!ā he gasped, not recognizing me under the suit. āGuys, please, you have to tell them, you have to let me go!ā
The two scientists with me were preparing tools and a syringe. It felt so dangerous, so out of place. Everything about this was so wrong.Ā
āShiro, you have to calm down,ā I urged him. āWe need you to stay calm.āĀ
He looked scared at me, then he looked Iverson, in full quarantine gear, walking up beside me, panic filling his eyes again. āHey! What are you doing?!ā he cried out, struggling against the binds that held him to the table.
āCalm down, Shiro,ā Iverson commanded. āWe just need to keep you quarantined until we run some tests on you.ā
āWhat tests?ā I asked Iverson, knowing I wouldnāt like the answer.Ā
We were both interrupted by Shiro. āYou have to listen to me!ā he grunted, pulling against his restraints. āThey destroy worlds!ā
Confused, I started, āShiro, what are you-ā
āAliens are coming!ā he cried, struggling harder.Ā
āAliens?ā I repeated, flabbergasted.Ā
āDo you know how long youāve been gone?ā Iverson asked, cutting me out of the conversation.
āI donāt know,ā Shiro snapped. āMonths? Years? Look, thereās no time. Aliens are coming here for a weapon. Theyāre probably on their way. Theyāll destroy us. We have to find Voltron!ā
āSir, take a look at this,ā one of the scientists said, moving beside Iverson. They used a pen to point down at Shiroās right arm. āIt appears his arm has been replaced with a cyborg prosthetic.āĀ
āPut him under until we know what that thing can do,ā Iverson demanded.Ā
āNo, no no, no, donāt put me under!ā Shiro yelled. āNo! Thereās no time!āĀ
āIverson, this is a bad idea,ā I insisted, grabbing Iversonās arm.
āHailing, back off!ā Iverson growled. āYouāre here for a psych eval, and thatās it! Do not let your personal feelings get in the way of this operation!āĀ
āYou are psychologically distressing him!ā I snapped back. āIf youāre going to invite me to do my job, then listen to me!āĀ
āGet out of here!ā Iverson yelled, stepping towards me as I stepped back away from him. āWe donāt need you as long as heās unconscious!ā
āIām not leaving him!ā I yelled. āYou are causing distress to an already distressed patient-ā
We were both cut off as explosions echoed in the distance, but close enough to shake all of us, and the entire temporary facility.Ā
āWhat in the hell?!ā one of the scientists cried out.
āThat doesnāt matter!ā Iverson bellowed. āGet back to work! And you!ā he turned back to me. āYou need to leave, Hailing!āĀ
āYou have no idea what youāre doing!ā I growled back. āYou are just causing more problems by putting him under!ā
āThat is none of your concern!ā Iverson said. āYou seem to be too clouded by your friendship with Shiro to follow orders!ā
āThatās not what worries me!ā I defended myself.Ā
āThese readings are off the charts!āĀ
Iverson and I both turned to look at the scientist, before hearing the doors sliding open, turning to look at who was there.
āKeith!ā I exclaimed, his eyes narrowing at all of us.Ā
āHey!ā Iverson snapped, rushing forward with the two scientists.
I knew Hell was coming as Keith got into a fighting stance, raising up his fists. Punching the first scientist so hard he slammed into the standing tray, knocking medical equipment to the ground. He grabbed the other, slamming him over the medical table. Iverson came for him, only to be punched into the table, knocked unconscious and falling to the floor.
I ripped off my hood, showing Keith it was just me, and he gave me a small nod before jumping over Iverson to get a look at who was on the table. I walked up to the other side as Keith ripped his mask off, taking Shiroās chin in his hand and turning him towards him. Shiro let out a groan.
āShiro?!ā Keith gasped.
āWe have to get him out of here,ā I interrupted his shock.
Keith nodded, taking his knife and cutting the restraints. He wrapped Shiroās left arm around his shoulders, pulling him up. Before he could even get Shiro off the table the full way, the doors opened again.Ā
āNope! No, you- no, no, no. No, you donāt,Ā Iām saving Shiro!ā Lance insisted, shoving the table out of the way, making me step back to avoid getting mowed over by it. He grabbed Shiroās prosthetic, wrapping it around his shoulders, supporting his other side.
āWho are you?!ā Keith exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes, pulling off the hazmat suit.
āWho am I?ā Lance gasped, sounding shocked. āUh, the nameās Lance?ā He stood there, staring at Keith, expectant.
Keithās face was blank, devoid of any recognition he might have had for his old classmate.Ā
āWe were in the same class at the Garrison?ā Lance pressed.
āReally? Are you an engineer?āĀ
āNo, Iām a pilot! We were, like, rivals. You know, Lance and Keith, neck and neck!ā
āOh, wait, I remember you. Youāre a cargo pilot.ā
āWell, not anymore! Iām fighter class now, thanks to you washing out!āĀ
āWell, congratulations.ā Keithās reply was sarcastic, as they finally started walking out of the facility.Ā
āBe careful with him, guys, heās drugged!ā I followed behind them, my worried eyes stuck on Shiroās unmoving form. I couldnāt help but think he was so much more⦠muscular than he was when he left. Howā¦?
There wasnāt any time to think, as we all started walking out, letting Keith lead the way. There was Katie, squatting outside the facility with another student I didnāt recognize. He was watching the distance with binoculars, and as we walked out into the desert, he called to us, āOh, man, theyāre coming back, and they do not look happy! Weāve got to go!āĀ
Finally, I saw Keithās rock behind the large rocks near the tent. Urgency gripped my very being, anxiety pounding against my heart. We all started climbing on.Ā
āUh, do you mind if we catch a ride with you?ā the unknown student asked, climbing onto the hoverbike anyways.Ā
Katie took Shiro from Lance as Keith climbed into the driverās seat. I helped her pull him up into her arms, checking him over. He was okay, I guess, but still out.Ā
As the other student climbed on, the entire bike slammed back, and the rest of us cried out, trying to hold on.Ā
āIs this thing going to be big enough for all of us?!ā Katie, Pidge, whoever cried out.
āNo!ā Keith growled. But the sight of the Garrison rovers coming made him turn the throttle, and we sped off.Ā
We all held on, and I watched anxiously as the Garrison brigade got closer and closer.
Lance seemed to have the same idea as I did, crying out, āCanāt this thing go any faster?!ā
āWe could toss out some non-essential weight!ā Keithās biting sarcasm made me roll my eyes, sighing heavily.
āOh, right!ā Lance said, seemingly not getting the jab, looking around for weight to toss off, before his eyebrows furrowed. āOkay, so that was an insult. I get it.ā
āBig man, lean left!ā Keith yelled out, ignoring Lance.
The student in the back leaned left, and Lance, Pidge, and I cried out in surprise at the sudden turn.Ā
Two of the rovers crashed into each other at the sudden turn, and I couldnāt help but worry about my colleagues. āAw man, Mr. Harris just wiped out Professor Montgomery!ā the student yelled. A moment passed before he commented, āNo, no. Heās fine!āĀ
āBig man!ā Keith yelled, āLean right!āĀ
We all screamed again as we went careening off one cliff onto another, riding the curved walls where another rover crashed.Ā
I watched Keith steer the motorbike with precision and eloquence, relying on his instinct and not just his raw skills. Shiro must have taught him a thing or two.
āGuys!ā the student in the back cried out, stuttering. āIs that a cliff up ahead?!āĀ
āOh, no no no!ā Lance cried, shaking his head.Ā
āYup!ā Keith grinned, leaning forward.Ā
Despite Pidge and Lance crying out various ānoās and trying to stop him, there wasnāt anything that could stop us from flying off the edge of the cliff, going into a nosedive. We screamed, holding on for our lives, and I prayed to whoever was listening that Pidge didnāt let go of Shiro.
āWhat are you doing?! Youāre going to kill us all!ā Lance cried.
āShut up and trust me!ā Keith snapped.Ā
Keithās timing was perfect, straightening out the bike before we hit the bottom, letting us zoom off into the night.Ā
Looking back, I saw the one last rover sitting at the top of the cliff. They couldnāt follow us, not now.Ā
I sighed in relief, looking back at Shiro, putting my hand on his shoulder. āTheyāre not going to get us now,ā I whispered. āItāll be okay.ā
Weāll be okay.
The rising sun made a perfect orange sky to paint the cliffs and rocks of the desert. And standing on the small hill outside Keithās family cabin was the man Iād spent a year looking for.
I walked out quietly, watching as he examined the prosthetic that replaced his right hand. He seemed so different from the Shiro I knew and loved, and yet, so familiar. Somewhere under this new Shiro was the same dork that always lended me pencils, always keeping extras on him, knowing Iād come to every class and forget all my pencils.Ā
I stopped a bit away, just watching him. His shoulders were hunched forward, his head down. He looked so⦠broken.
I sighed, sticking my hands in my jacket pockets. I was so glad I remembered to keep some clothes at Keithās house. I was more comfortable in my turtleneck and jacket and jeans than my Garrison uniform.Ā
Finally, I took a deep breath. āYouāve been gone a long time, Shiro.ā
His head raised, before he turned to look at me. He relaxed a bit, seeing it was just me. āHow long?ā
I slowly walked up beside him, looking out at the horizon, before looking up at him. āItās been a yearā¦ā
āA year,ā he repeated, pain filling his features. He squeezed his eyes shut, turning away. He looked out upon the horizon line, something Iām sure he missed while he was gone. The unique landscape that was so⦠Earthly.
I was quiet, watching him. I didnāt know what to say. I always imagined that one day Iād see him, and heād grin and hold his arms out, and Iād run and embrace him⦠now, it seemed so cinema-esque. This wasnāt a movie. This was⦠so much worse.Ā
He looked at me. I guess I was never usually this quiet, this so deep in my thoughts. āDid you think I wasā¦?ā
āEveryone else did.ā I smiled a bit, though it was a sad smile. āKatie convinced me that you were still out there, somewhere⦠And I was hopeful she was right.āĀ
āHoltās daughter?ā Shiro asked. āHuh.ā
I was quiet for a moment, biting my tongue, before I just decided to say it. āShiro, Iāve missed you, so muchā¦āĀ
He was quiet for a minute. He looked so heartbroken. āI missed you too,ā he said quietly. āI donāt⦠I donāt really remember much from the last year. But I think I thought of you.ā
āYou were never off my mind,ā I replied. āYou never have been.ā
He nodded, looking down at his feet. Then his eyes were dragged back to the prosthetic, bringing his left hand up to hold it.
I didnāt know what to say. There was nothing I could say. I wanted to tell him right then how much I loved him, how I was so happy he was home, but it just didn't seem right.
I turned and saw Keith approaching the two of us. I looked back to Shiro, struggling with his thoughts. And quietly, I just turned and walked away, giving a small smile to Keith as I passed him. I doubt it was very convincing.Ā
Walking up onto the porch, I went to turn the door handle, but stopped. I looked back, seeing the two brothers in the sunlight.Ā
It was beautiful. I never thought Iād see Shiro again.
I smiled, blinking back tears, before going inside.Ā
Wherever he went this time, wherever Shiro decided to go, I knew that this time, I would follow. And nothing in the universe could stop me.

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Well, this blog is well and truly dead, as is the fandom, huh?
Time to post a new story like the Shiro gay I am *rubs my hands*
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Harvey hit Houston pretty damn hard, fam
Iām jumping on this bandwagon, with a twist: donate $3 to the Houston Food Bank, send me a screenshot of the receipt as proof you did it (you can block out any sensitive info), and Iāll make you a phone background!Ā
Examples:Ā
If this kind of stuff isnāt what you want, thatās okay! Just give me an idea and Iāll do my damndiest.Ā
IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE THE HOUSTON FOOD BANK
CUBA
MEXICO
THE WEST COAST
donate places and iāll make you a background
PUERTO RICO NEEDS HELP LADS
I donated and got this lovely wallpaper!
Please make sure to donate if you can!
Coffee Prizes
Harvey hit Houston pretty damn hard, fam
Iām jumping on this bandwagon, with a twist: donate $3 to the Houston Food Bank, send me a screenshot of the receipt as proof you did it (you can block out any sensitive info), and Iāll make you a phone background!Ā
Examples:Ā
If this kind of stuff isnāt what you want, thatās okay! Just give me an idea and Iāll do my damndiest.Ā
IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE THE HOUSTON FOOD BANK
CUBA
MEXICO
THE WEST COAST
donate places and iāll make you a background
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Just a personal update for yāall
So these past two months I got hit really hard, I got diagnosed as being autistic & ADHD. I know they arenāt bad things but Iām almost 20 and never got help so Iāve been super depressed and struggling with it. And with school, itās really been hard to write.
I still really wanna write The Old World and The Shield Bearers but they might take more time than I thought.
Dear fandom writers
There are more POC readers of different sizes than you know. Please donāt always make a white xreaderā¦
Sincerely,
A WOC reader
#I always though the whole point of reader inserts was to keep the id of the reader as ambiguous as possible
@cinnamonbees You are so, so totally right. The point of writing reader fics is for the writer to be able to comfortably place you in a story without you feeling that youāre somehow excluded. Sometimes thatās hard for us, and we canāt tailor it to everyoneās needs. However, thereās a disease among the x-reader community in which writers will mention how pale the characters skin is, how skinny the reader is, how feminine and women-like the reader is, etc etc etc.Ā
A couple of us have been addressing the problem and bringing it up, but without more traction thereās a long way to go before other writers start understanding how important it is that an x-reader be as vague as possible. While itās a learning process for us too, we should all be trying to be better.
I keep reading these reader inserts where itās like āand character ran their fingers through Xās hairā and Iām sitting here like ānot my nappy headed assā šš
My hair is super short and any time someone mentions my hair in a ponytail it always breaks the story for me. The immersion is totally ruined.Ā

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Dear fandom writers
There are more POC readers of different sizes than you know. Please donāt always make a white xreaderā¦
Sincerely,
A WOC reader
#I always though the whole point of reader inserts was to keep the id of the reader as ambiguous as possible
@cinnamonbees You are so, so totally right. The point of writing reader fics is for the writer to be able to comfortably place you in a story without you feeling that youāre somehow excluded. Sometimes thatās hard for us, and we canāt tailor it to everyoneās needs. However, thereās a disease among the x-reader community in which writers will mention how pale the characters skin is, how skinny the reader is, how feminine and women-like the reader is, etc etc etc.Ā
A couple of us have been addressing the problem and bringing it up, but without more traction thereās a long way to go before other writers start understanding how important it is that an x-reader be as vague as possible. While itās a learning process for us too, we should all be trying to be better.
Dear fandom writers
There are more POC readers of different sizes than you know. Please donāt always make a white xreaderā¦
Sincerely,
A WOC reader
You and your blog are doing wonderful sweetie
Thank you so much friend!
More updates!
1. The new Shiro/Reader multific will be called The Old WorldĀ and will be published once it is finished. Iām currently outlining Chapter 9, and Iām not quite at the halfway point yet, so weāll see how long this ends up being.
2. I redid my desktop theme which included finally making a masterlist!Ā
3. I think Iāll be opening headcanon requests at least soon!
Hey yāall, my new blog theme has some affiliates links, and Iād love to promo some people! If you guys promote me in some way and you write x-reader fics too, please drop in my IMs and Iāll lyk if Iām comfy putting you as an associate blog

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The more I write this the more it seems like the Avatar movie, right down to how the aliens look and the plot...
Your mobile layout looks so cool!!!
Thank you!! It took awhile for me to edit the header just right