Lafayette jumped at the knock on the door. It was three in the morning for fuck’s sake.
Lafayette opened the door, surprised to see Hercules. The two had been tiptoeing around each other ever since Lafayette found out and they fought. Lafayette had the mercy not to kick him out of his own apartment, but Hercules had been spending most of the day out and then would come home and sleep in the living room with John and Alex. Alex was angry with Hercules as well, fully taking Lafayette’s side. John was neutral, angry at Hercules as well, but his loyalty to his friend kept him merciful.
“What do you want?” Lafayette asked, swallowing what was either anger, tears, or both.
Hercules didn’t answer at first. “I wanted to talk.”
Lafayette sighed, “Hercules, I don’t have the energy to fight with you right now.”
“I don’t want to fight.” Hercules reasoned, “I’m tired of us avoiding each other and the situation. Just hear me out, please. Can I please come in?”
“Sure,” Lafayette relented, opening the door wider for Hercules.
Lafayette sat on his bed, not offering for Hercules to do the same. He didn’t.
Hercules expected Lafayette to say something. He waited for Lafayette to say something. He didn’t.
“I’m sorry,” Hercules began. “I’ll start with that. I know saying sorry doesn’t help. At all. But I do want you to know I regret it.”
“Why did you do it?” Lafayette hissed. “Am I not enough for you? Was she able to give you something I couldn’t provide?” Despite Lafayette promising himself he wouldn’t cry, he was already starting to. Lafayette was always emotional, he hated how vulnerable it made him.
Hercules shook his head. “I honestly don’t know why I did what I did. You’re more than enough for me Lafayette, you always have been. I never understood what I did to deserve you, I obviously don’t.” He laughed bitterly, “I could blame it on alcohol, on her, on any number of things. But in the end, it was only me, making a stupid decision.”
“Then why are you here? Why did you want to talk to me?” Lafayette asked, his voice wavering.
“I want to know what you want. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Not now, not ever. But I can’t handle this. Us avoiding each other, ignoring each other. I can’t handle the silence and I can’t handle the uncertainty. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’ll leave, I’ll never speak to you again if that’s what you want. Just tell me what you want.” Hercules pleaded.
Lafayette hesitated. He didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want Hercules gone? He was angry, yes, but when he imagined a life without Hercules…
He stood, meeting Hercules’ eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.” Lafayette caught the exact moment as Hercules’ eyes flashed with hope but quickly died out right after. “I want to forgive you, I really do. I’m just not sure how.”
Hercules nodded, “I know what I did was horrible. But I would do anything to get you to forgive me.” Lafayette said nothing. “What do I have to do? Beg for it?” Hercules asked, sarcasm lightly dancing in his words. Lafayette almost said yes, he almost wanted to see Hercules beg for Lafayette’s forgiveness and love, but Lafayette wasn’t that cruel. Besides, it would have been a miracle to see Hercules, the stubborn, hot-headed giant Lafayette had grown to love, on his knees and begging.
Lafayette’s eyes widened when Hercules did just that.
Hercules got onto his knees, taking Lafayette’s hands in his. Lafayette didn’t pull away, too shocked by what he was seeing. Begging during sex was one thing, this was something entirely different. Hercules was surrendering his dignity to Lafayette. His pride. Hercules wouldn’t do this for anyone else.
“I’m sorry Lafayette, I really am. I love you, more than I love anyone else. You’re everything to me, Lafayette. I would do anything just to keep you in my life. You don’t have to forgive me now, you don’t ever have to forgive me. But you need to know that I do love you, and I never wanted to hurt you.” Hercules had a single tear running down his cheek, which shook Lafayette greater than anything else that happened since Hercules walked in.
Hercules never cried. Never. Lafayette had never seen him cry. “Hercules…” Lafayette trailed off. He didn’t know what else to do. He got on his own knees, hugging Hercules tightly.
“D-Do—” Hercules began.
“No,” Lafayette cut him off. “Not yet. I don’t forgive you yet. I need time.” Lafayette admitted. “But I can start.”
Hercules pulled back, smiling a little. Lafayette was smiling a little too. “That’s all I wanted.” Hercules sighed. “You know, I love you.”
Even looks at the clock. 23:56. Not too late to tell him.
“Baby.” He whispered, ducking his head to see if Isak was already asleep on his chest. Isak’s eyes were closed but he responded with a drowsy “Hmmmhm?”
Even smiled into the mass of curls that tickled his chin and mouth. “One year ago today was when I first saw you.”
There was a pause - a small one - and then Isak moved his head a bit so he could look up at Even. Isak’s eyes were sleepily droopy, but there was wonder and awe that played over his face.
“Woah.” Even smiled at Isak’s breathless voice and brushed through his hair with both hands. One side of Isak’s lips turned up into a crooked smile. “Jeg elsker deg.” The kiss that followed was almost unbearably sweet.
Even repeated the words softly before they both settled down again and drifted off to sleep.
It’s been 5 months. 5 months since you died in your lovers arms. 5 months since.
When your body was brought onto the Castle, and shoved into a healing pod. They waited. Lance never left your side throughout that whole time, not once.
When Coran confirmed that you didn’t make it, everyone stopped. They stopped everything they did.
Pidge and Keith stopped their search because it was no use, you were dead. Searching for the one who killed you could get another member of the team slaughtered. What good would that bring?
Hunk stopped cooking only unless asked to. What was the point of cooking for fun when there wasn’t anymore around?
Shiro stopped pushing the Paladins to train as much before, they deserved a break, after what happened to you, everyone deserved a break.
Allura and Coran stopped sending the Paladins on dangerous missions. Though Coran designed new armor, one that covered all parts of the body. Thicker, safer.
Lance kept track of the days. And every year, on the anniversary of your death, he would stare at the stars and planets in the sky and cry. His tears would leave burnt skin behind as they shot down his face.
He dreams of you almost every night. Nightmare or not. He would dream of you smiling and laughing with him. He’d dream of the time you guys first met and what you’d look like at you and his future wedding. What you’d look like with your and his combined flesh and blood by your side.
He had nightmares of that day, the day he lost you. The day he invited you to join him and the others. That was the day he regretted it all.
Keith and Lance didn’t bicker as much anymore. In fact, Keith would check on Lance every night, knocking twice on his door and letting himself in, only to find Lance crying a little more than the night before. He’d sit on the bed. He wouldn’t even say anything, just sit beside him until Lance sat up and hugged him. Lance would sob, tears falling onto Keith’s shoulder, while Keith’s own tears seeped through his lashes and dropped onto Lances hair.
Keith checked on everyone now. As soon as the door to Pidges room opened he’d look at his feet. And listen to her slowly stand and walk to him, only to wrap her arms around his back and try her hardest not to grip too hard onto him.
Keith would check on Shiro and warn him to take it slow, don’t exercise too much, only for an hour or two. Shiro would nod, hug Keith, shut the door, and sign. Only to lay in bed and weep until his body shut off and he would reboot in the morning.
Lance was the one who checked on Hunk more than Keith did, Hunk was across the hall from Lance, so it didn’t require too much energy. But each time Lance opened that door, Hunk would sit up, lift his arm up and beckon Lance over to him. They’d sit beside each other, Hunk rubbing the sides of Lances arms, and listen to his cries and apologies.
Allura and Coran were the only ones who refused to cry in front of the Paladins. Staying strong was needed. Who else would stay strong if every paladin lost a part of themselves? They could barely stand without you. Luckily, they battled as though you were there, that’s only because they’ve started battling for you.
“Paladins!” Alluras voice rang through the comms. Beckoning them to see her. And when they did, they sat at the long table and ate what Hunk had cooked for them.
“You’ve been having a tough time with each other when it comes to forming Voltron. It reminds me of when you first came.” Her voice echoed through their ears. Keith was the first to speak.
“We’re sorry princess…” He mumbled, staring at his empty plate with his head down.
“Would you like to do a training exercise? Only one of course, I can’t push you too much and it’s very late.” She forced a smile, folding her hands together.
Allura got a few “Yes”’s and “Sure”’s from them. Yet she didn’t stand, that confused them of course because they thought they’d be fighting gladiators or going through mazes as they did the first.
“What’s it like?” She murmured, playing with a utensil nearby and looking solemnly at it.
“What do you mean, princess?” Shiro asked, eyebrows drawing close together as he frowned.
“What was it like when you lost her? I didn’t really know her all to well. So I genuinely wasn’t affected as much as you all were. I’m simply curious.”
“It was horrible, Allura, absolutely terrifying. I don’t ever want to go through that again. I wasn’t there when it really happened, but just that fear of seeing her….I- It was so, so scary.” Pidge spoke, her voice low and wavering.
Keith agreed, rubbing her back from beside her as he described the dread he felt. Almost everyone did.
“Lance?” Shiro tilted his head, leaning a bit toward him. His head was down.
When Lance looked up, his face showed exactly how he felt, his cheeks were clearly red as well as the areas around his eyes. A storm of tears came from them as they flickered toward Allura.
“Can you tell me more about her? I- I really didn’t know her at all. I’d like to know, very much.” She made contact with Lance once, only to look down right away as his gaze bore into her.
The others refused to answer for Allura, perhaps another time. But this was something Lance should do.
“I met her in, uhm, 3rd grade. I moved there when I was really little and I remember becoming really good friends with her.” He paused, breathing in deeply.
“Her mom, wanted her to be a doctor. She wanted to be a biologist. She studied in the medical and biology field, that’s why I brought her.” He laughed a bit, wiping away his tears as he leaned sideways in his seat.
“She left once, I remember, in 6th grade I think. She came back in 9th at the Garrison and oh my gosh she was so gorgeous. She grew, obviously, got a bit taller but she was still shorter than me, told her so too. Ugh she hated me for that.” He smiled a bit, his eyes drifting off.
“Her favorite color was Purple, then Pink. But when she came back it was (F/c). I remember getting her a bunch of balloons on her birthday in Pink only for her to tell me she didn’t like that color anymore. My mom adored her, same with everyone in my family. They thought she was the cutest most sweetest thing and I couldn’t agree because I would get a lifetime of teasing but now I regret it.” He choked out the beginning of a sob, his breathing becoming deep.
“I regret it because I should have loved her sooner, y'know? She deserved absolutely everything, everything in the whole entire universe. And the one thing I couldn’t give her was me because I was so scared and set on the fact she only liked me as a friend. And now, I regret it even more because if I hadn’t been so in love with her she wouldn’t have come with us, I was absolutely selfish. She could be safe right now! It’s all my fault!” He stood, slamming his hands onto the table. No one said anything, they only flinched.
“She could be alive, safe and sound in her home, maybe with my family probably comforting them because she was so good and nice. I have to be the one to go home and tell her mother and father that’s she dead! She’s dead and it’s all my fault because I was stupid and selfish and in love with her! I think about her…every. Single. Night. If she had lived we would be so fine, we would be absolutely happy and fine and great and I would’ve been going back to Earth with her. I could’ve married her and had kids with her and now I can’t.” His voice has risen in the beginning but dropped as quick as his heart had, he collapsed to his knees and lay his head on the table and wept.
By the end of his long rant, the room was silent. Lances cries were the loudest. He sobbed loudly like a child who didn’t get what they wanted.
The others wept as well. Coran stood behind Alluras chair, standing tall and holding it in so much but they still slipped out, he stared ahead and didn’t move a muscle.
Pidge had her face in her hands, tears peeking through the cracks of her fingers and soaking her hands. She shook with sadness.
Keith bawled, mumbles and sobs would occasionally come from him as he let all of his emotions out, letting them land in his lap, for all to see.
Shiro and Hunk cried silently, staring as their tears fell as well, Hunk wiped his away. Shiro did not, what was the point of getting rid of them if they weren’t going to stop coming?
Allura stood, going toward Lance and kneeling beside him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into the side of his neck. The others joined. In a large, large group bonding exercise.
“She sounds wonderful. She is wonderful.“ Allura murmured, her and all of their tears mending together, stitching and sewing their hearts back together. Mending the broken hearts you left behind in an attempt to save them all.
Okay so the antis are absolutely stupid, their logic doesn’t even make sense. They are basically claiming that Keith and co. are equal to kids and thus shouldn’t be shipped with Shiro. But, then according to that logic, ALL Voltron ships should be banned. Klance included. After all, they’re “kids”!! Ao3 is full of sexual Klance content so that makes those just as bad since, by anti logic, people are shipping “children” together.