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Very late, but I wanted to get this dang thing finally over and done with ;A; For Day 4 of Voltron Week: Day Off/Vacation. The Paladins have some time off so Allura starts teaching them one of her favorite Altean pastimes: dancing! 

Meanwhile Coran… the little princess he took care of is not so little any more, and all these Altean dances bring back memories and it really hits them both that they are the last to pass on their traditions to others…sorry my thoughts got a bit heavy– also! First time drawing Coran!! 

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Mrs. Hudson knocks on the door frame of the flat, a stack of mail in her hands: a copy of Soldier magazine (less necessary now that John is back; still welcome), something from Sherlock’s bank, and a conspicuously thick padded envelope. Sherlock’s heart sinks as he examines the mailing label.

Another message from beyond the grave. From her. And they’d been doing so well lately, he and John.

The man himself thunders his way up the stairs, as Mrs. Hudson hands Sherlock the mail. She can’t take her eyes off the padded envelope. She shakes her head and purses her lips. Disapproval. She tolerated the first DVD well enough, even helped both of them through watching it. After she learned about the second, she started making comments about letting go, moving on, about calling what’s done, done.

Sherlock thanks the powers that be, even the ones he doesn’t believe in, for Hudders.

John is in the flat, a cardboard box in his arms, a backpack slung over one shoulder, a gym bag over the other, wearing a happy half-smile as he looks at them. Sherlock can see it on his face: the confirmation that he and Mrs. Hudson are John’s chosen family. No: his actual family. They’ve said it often enough. Eight times, in the weeks since they stood in this very room, and Sherlock held John in his arms, and John wept hot tears that stained Sherlock’s shirt.

Everything, it seems, broke open that day, and allowed in all this new, somewhat terrifying, entirely welcome stuff. And now, John himself.

John has moved back in.

John drops the box and bags with a satisfied grunt. “That’s the last of it,” he announces, flexing his left hand. He’s nervous, then. Excited. Maybe a little unsure.

That makes two of us.

They’re family, but what, precisely, that means, has yet to be worked out.

Read the rest of this excessively emotional kissing story / series 4 fix-it at A03

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1D Hiatus: Day 428

* Niall posts three videos on Snapchat of Shawn Mendes playing golf

* Unseen picture of Harry with a fan a year ago comes out

* Steve posts videos and pictures from the rehearsals for The Late Late Show on his Snapchat and Instagram stories

* Louis and Steve perform ‘Just Hold On’ on The Late Late Show with James Corden

* Pictures of Niall at the Grammys UMG Afterparty last night are released

* Harry gets papped in London

* Pictures of Louis with fans recently come out

It’s Feb 13th, 2017.

Bloodlines ~ Werewolf!Gladio x Female!Reader / Chapter 9: Chained Beast

Originally posted by servilekitten

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part FivePart Six Part Seven Part Eight

Word Count: 2,395


I’ve been doing better.

It’s been two months and I’ve been improving.

I’m seeing less and less of Ardyn’s shadows everywhere in the dark.

I’m feeling safer by the day and I’ve started to fall back into routine all thanks to Gladio.

However, Gladio hasn’t been doing so well.

He’s been aggressive lately and it’s getting to the point where I can’t help him. He would become this inhuman thing full of an alien rage, but when I would always go to help him and calm him down, he would become less and less responsive. It first started off with him becoming that same inhuman raging and ravenous thing, but when I went up to him and started to calm him down, he would follow my lead and calm down. However, like I said, it was becoming less and less effective. He would either not calm down right away, or he would just straight up try and attack me, or he would try and break out of the basements of both our home and the castle.

So here I am biting my cheek, hoping that Gladio is okay down there. Ever since out fight two months ago, he’s been different.

The memory rang through my head like it just happened a few minutes ago.


“Gladio-”

“You were hurt because I didn’t protect you, you were tortured because I didn’t protect you, you were abused because I didn’t protect you, you were touched because I didn’t protect you, and you were raped because I didn’t protect you. All of this happened to you because I didn’t protect you and I feel horrible for everything. I feel like I failed you, I feel like I just killed you myself with my bare hands in the most painful ways known to man. And I’m sorry. I failed you. I let you get hurt. And this is all my fault.”

“No. No no no,” I whispered as I cupped his face. “Gladio no. Never think that way again,” I whispered as I held him tightly.

“You got raped because of me (Y/n)!“ he suddenly snapped. I was taken back a bit by his sudden outburst but I tightened my jaw. "All of this happened because of me (Y/n)! ME! Everything that happened to you in that base was because of me! When you were in and out of the hospitals, that was because of me! You almost died on multiple occasions because of me! Ardyn attacked you and raped you because, of guess who? Give up? It’s me!”

“Gladio stop!” I called as I grabbed on to his large wrists.

“WHAT?!” he roared.

He turned to face me with eyes red with anger. Those weren’t his normal orange eyes anymore, instead they were blood red. His fangs were longer and more jagged. His tongue was pointed and longer while his claws were longer as well. He looked like one of those rabid werewolves he told me about in another city somewhere to the west.

“Stop. This isn’t you,” I whispered. “You didn’t fail. You saved me before he could do any real damage.”

“Real damage? REAL DAMAGE?! What do you not understand about rape?!”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?!”

“I meant… I meant that you saved me before he came and… before he could go any farther with the torture.”

He grabbed my wrists and pushed me away slightly while shaking his head slowly.

“You don’t need a freak like me,” he whispered.


I sighed and clutched the teddy bear he gave me for our anniversary and looked at the card next to me. At least I could still read it through the tears brimming my eyes.

‘Even if I’m not human, I’ll still love you no matter what. ~ Gladio <3’ it read.

I looked over at the basement door in the pantry and took a deep breath before deciding on my idea.

I put the teddy bear down and marched down the stairs to see Gladio clasping chains and hooks to his body. He looked up at me and instantly looked back down at the concrete floors.

He his arms and legs were fully wrapped and clasped in chains. His neck had at least three large iron chains keeping him close to the walls and floor and at least five clasps wrapped around his stomach and abdomen not to mention the multiple layers of chains keeping him practically tied to the walls. There was a large muzzle in the corner along with more clasps and chains ready in the corner.

"What are you doing down here?” he asked softly as he turned around.

“Gladio, are you really asking me that?” I asked as I crossed my arms.

I wasn’t mad or disappointed, it was just freezing down here. He keeps the temperature down in the basement for a lot of reasons.

“(Y/n)… you shouldn’t be here.”

It was silent for a minute.

The air felt like it was so thick down here that you could cut it.

“You look like a chained dog Gladio,” I whispered.

“You are what you are,” was all he said.

“Gladio.”

“(Y/n), stop.” He shot me a glare and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

I thought back to the teddy bear and the card and just smiled a bit. Tears started to brim my eyes once more and I took a deep breath before looking up at him.

'Even if I’m not human, I’ll still love you no matter what.’

I bit my lip and just ran up to him and hugged his back.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly.

I could tell he was trying not to smile.

“Hugging you. What do you think I’m doing?”

He just chuckled and turned around in my grip before scooping me up in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered into my hair.

“I love you too,” I whispered.

He unwrapped his arms from my waist and looked at me with those bright red eyes.

“But you shouldn’t be here baby girl,” he said softly as he stroked my shoulders.

“I know but… everything’s just been going downhill ever since two months ago and…. It’s just been hectic. I’m worried about you and everything else.”

He just gave me a sad smile and stopped stroking my shoulders only to dig his index and middle fingers into the skin.

“Everything is going to be okay. I promise. Okay?” I just nodded and bit my inner cheeks to stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes. “Everything will be fine. I’m gonna get over this, I’m gonna fix all of this, I’m gonna work through this. I’m gonna do all of this for you. I promise. Everything will be fi-”

His eyes widened and his fingers suddenly twitched out of my skin.

“Gladio?” I asked as I clutched his wrists.

“I’m fine,” he choked out as he backed up from me.

“Gladio, you’re not.”

I saw his bones and organs move around as sweat dripped down from his forehead to his waist immensely. He was wheezing and panting while the sounds of cracking and popping came from his body. It sounded painful and it looked painful as well. It was like his mind snapped for a second but he was struggling to stay in control. The shackles started getting a bit snug around his wrists and ankles before they started to look like they started to cut into his skin. He was trying to fight back but he couldn’t. He was losing. He started drifting deeper and deeper into that state where he can’t claw his way out of, but instead it felt like he couldn’t be saved this time.  

“Get out of here,” he wheezed with the last bit of humanity. "Get out,“ he snarled as I watched and even heard his teeth turn to fangs. He wheezed out in pain and fell to his knees and soon to his side. I ran over and fell to my knees, gathering him in my arms. I saw that he was fighting it, his fangs returning to teeth. ”(Y/n) get out of here please,“ he wheezed.

"Gladio, you’re gonna be okay. You’re going to be okay. Look at me,” I said as I tried to calm him down. He yelled in pain as his back arched downwards. He smashed his hand into the ground, making a large dent in the concrete. “Gladio calm down, you’re going to be fine. Gladio look at me please!”

“Get OUT!” he roared as he grabbed me by my neck.

He lifted me up and slammed me up against the wall and snarled. I choked out and slapped his hands. I felt his claws coming out and I watched as his teeth turned back into fangs and his eyes turning to neon red.

“Gladio,” I gagged as I kicked the air.

I saw he was struggling to pull away, and he did. He dropped me and backed away, clutching his head as he roared and snarled. I scooted away towards the stairs and watching as he started transforming.

I could tell pain scattered across his body, mainly because he clutched on to his chest and leaned back on to the floor. His back snapped even more and hunched over into an even smaller ball with his spine cracking even more. He pushed himself up against the floor as much as he could so he wouldn’t hurt me. His claws grew out but instead of growing two to three inches, they grew to about seven to eight inches, curling up at the end. His fangs were the same way, growing about two times in size. My boxers ripped apart, leaving him completely naked by this point besides the multiple layers of chains and clasps he was wearing. He desperately tried to reach for the other chains and the muzzle but he couldn’t reach it. His fur was darker, thicker, and longer. Everything about this new form… it made him look even more like a monster than he already was.

He was large and he was tall and most of all, he was terrifying. I gulped and backed up until my back hit the bottom stair. His head snapped towards me and he growled, his ears lowering against his skull. He lunged for me but he was yanked back, just stopping a few inches in front of my face. Saliva and foam came from his mouth as he pulled and pulled on the chains.

By this point I was already up against the stairs once more while I looked at the chained beast in front of me.

He yanked on the chains until they started snapping off one by one. First came the ones on his arms, then the wrists, then the legs and ankles. He dug his fingers into the clasps on his waist and yanked them off. He went to lunge for me once more, only for two of the three clasps on his neck.

But he suddenly his ears dropped and he started whimpering while backing away from me. He was acting like there was something big and evil right behind me.

“What is it Gladio?” I whispered as I slowly unlatched myself from the bottom stair. He just whimpered even more and backed up into the corner. He looked at me and pressed his ears against his skull and cried even louder. “Was is it?”

He looked back up above me and started shaking even more and even harder.

I slowly started to look behind me only to freak out and gasp before quickly shooting away from the stairs. I looked up at the Imperial guards behind him.

“Hello (Y/n),” he chuckled as he slowly stepped down the stairs. His amber eyes started to shine gold and he racked another disgusting smile that kept me up for weeks. “Missed me much over the past two months?”

“What are you doing here?” I whimpered out as I backed up to Gladio.

He instantly stood up and got in front of me with his ears pressed against his skull.

“Such a disgusting mutt. I mean look at you, you’re slobber is everywhere. Now, is that a way to treat and act around your lady after she had such a traumatic experience.” I peeked over Gladio’s shoulder to see the guards aiming their weapons at Gladio. “I see she’s recovering well,” he said as he started strutting up to me. Gladio only snarled and pushed me back up against the corner. “Now now, no need for that. I can always do it the hard way like last time. Do you remember that (Y/n)?!” he called to me. I just gripped on to Gladio’s fur and sank into his warm skin and squeezed my eyes shut to only hope and pray that this was all a bad dream. “It’s not a dream (Y/n),” Ardyn whispered as he got closer to the two of us. “This is real.”

I looked down at me feet to see Gladio’s phone there in the corner.

'Gladio you smart bastard,’ I thought.

I quickly snatched it up and opened it to see it was already on Ignis’ number. I maneuvered my thumbs across the keypad and sent Ignis an SOS before Gladio was yanked away from me. The chain was cut and Gladio was being tranquilized and shocked.

“Gladio!” I cried as I shook in the corner.

He didn’t hear me…

I looked up at Ardyn to only shake in fear.

“Hello (Y/n).” His eyes flickered down to the phone held tightly in my fingers and he scoffed. “Really (Y/n)? How tacky. I don’t like that one bit or at all.” He reached over and snatched the phone before swiftly snapping it in half. “You are one to cause trouble, aren’t you?”

“Leave him alone,” was all I said.

“No. Because you and that disgusting beast don’t deserve happiness.” He grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me close to his face. “Now. Come along (Y/n).”

“No. Wait, what are you doing?!” I cried as he held up a large needle.

“Doing what I do best,” he said as he jabbed the needle deep into my neck.

“Taking care of the other monsters out there.”

//homesick & worried

Selena has just finished changing Carter’s diaper and she stands up straight, laying him against her shoulder. “What a stinky boy, I should have made your daddy do that one.” She laughs softly then presses a kiss to his cheek as she goes to throw away the dirty diaper. He had been doing so well lately and that really made Selena happy.

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Pickle is doing so well lately! He had a bad week, so I put him on some Metro Meds (the last I have left) and ever since, he’s been swimming fully under the water - for the first time in months! I think he’s growing too :)