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their teamwork improving, to the point that they start to be seen as a power duo

fighting back to back, protecting each other

soft smiles at each other

eye contact. glances when the other isn’t looking, staring at each other for a second longer than necessary, just…keith and lance looking at each other

lance admitting that the bonding moment happened

keith complimenting lance

keith telling lance that he’s an irreplaceable part of team voltron

lance making keith laugh/smile

“vol!” “…tron” “KEITH YOU DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!” it becomes their thing

lance cradles keith in his arms and then keith is just like “nope :// didn’t happen”

keith opening up to lance about his past

keith talking to lance about being galra

lance opening up about his insecurities

mutually supporting each other

“do you trust me?” “yeah”

being worried for each other’s safety

more playful bickering!!! the kind that ends in smirks and smiles

b l u s h i n g

i love you too dear anon this is for you

i’m not sure entirely how it would first go, but i imagine they’re laying around and keith is really intensely playing with lance’s fingers (like really intensely he looks like he’s trying to x-ray vision them u ok there buddy?) 

and lance is just watching him and it hits him full force his heart literally starts aching and he just pulls his hand away 

keith is confused for a second and kind of like :’( until lance cradles his jaw and says in a slightly trembling voice “can i kiss you right now?” 

the answer is yes 

they try to hide it for a while because they’re afraid it might mess up the team dynamic 

except they try hiding it by not touching each other as much,, which is when they realize how much they were touching each other and they’re both like “how did we even go this long without realizing?” 

shiro eventually asks if something is wrong between them because he notices they’re standing apart a lot (on a separate note have you noticed how often these two are standing next to each other in canon it’s like they’re drawn to each other i’m fjdsal;k)  

keith, smooth as ever, just blurts out “I KISSED HIM” 

shiro is a little surprised but he just smiles softly and is like “that’s great, keith. i already thought you had, though?”

keith: did EVERYONE know except us???  

they’re teenagers you know,, so they’re always all over each other

keith’s hair is literally always a mess

sometimes it’s braided but it half falls apart because lance can’t stop running his hands through his hair when they’re kissing

keith, mumbling into lance’s mouth: you’re ruining your work 

lance: worth it 

someone knocks on the door once and they scramble to put their shirts on and open it like “hey, nothing interesting happening here!” except,, they’re wearing the wrong shirts,, a mess 

or,, hunk, peering at keith’s neck very closely: dude, what are those purple marks? are you ok? they look like bruises? 

keith, flustered and tugging at his collar: NOTHING IT S NOTHING just my… galra genes!!! yeah!! my galra-ness kicking in!! you know how it is!! 

lance unabashedly flirting over the coms

they’re literally so sappy and cheesy all the time. they’re that couple that has an entire conversation using eye contact and forgets to explain what’s going on to the rest of the team  

lance pretty much moves in keith’s bedroom. keith pretty much steals all his shirts and doesn’t have to feel guilty about it anymore (he had like 5 already and when lance finds them he won’t leave him alone about it) 

ahhh here are a few,, 

ok remember that time lance tried to communicate an entire attack strategy with grunts and hand motions? and keith hardly understood? 

they eventually learn to work so well together that they develop a kind of way to communicate with no words,, literally just eye contact and some hand movement

it confuses everyone else to no end but somehow it makes sense to them 

pidge is convinced they have some sort of psychic connection and hooks them up to monitors 

pidge: *reads keith’s mind*keith’s mind: lance is so cute i hate him so much oh my god i think i’m in love with him his hair is so choppy but it’s beautiful why does he do that thing with his mouth i want to go to the ocean with him he’s so pretty though i love him i hate him so much…pidge: what the fucK

keith runs off to do something and lance watches him go until he’s out of sight and then turns to hunk and pidge and is like “quick question, does keith talk about me when i’m not in the room?” 

pidge: UM aCTUAlly… 

inspired by this lovely art: lance is constantly interrupted in the middle of his facial routine, so he’s always coming out of his room with a green mask on and his slippers and a towel wrapped around his head to listen to a debrief

one day allura calls them all in and lance emerges with his face mask and slippers and towel and no one blinks an eye

 but then… keith shows up right behind him, with a green mask to match and slippers to match and his hair half braided and they’re all like ??? what were you guys up to ???

lance quirks an eyebrow, leans over to peel the remaining cucumber off keith’s eyeball, and says “isn’t it obvious? i’m giving keith a spa day”

lance spends an an atrocious amount of time wandering an alien supermarket for something to get keith for their one week anniversary bc he’s extra like that (he finds these matching rings that look like they have a galaxy swirling around the inside and keith won’t take his off) 

sometimes he finds strange alien flowers and makes a bouquet of them and shoves it ungracefully into keith’s face

keith is actually flattered and keeps them by his bedside but it turns out he’s allergic because he ends up with a rash

lance dotes over him for the next few days 

keith somehow always manages to find the weirdest, most bizarre artifacts and ALWAYS gives them to lance as a show of affection

lance: um, keith, babe? what is this? 

keith, poking at a glowing blue sphere, lips pouted: um… i actually don’t know. but it was pretty so i thought you should have it 

lance, swooning: i love you it

it hatches a week later in lance’s room. lance ends up barging into keith’s room with a small alien lizard screaming “WE HAVE A SON, KEITH!!! A SON!!!11!! I’M NOT READY TO BE A FATHER BUT LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS” 

once they figure out how to swim in the upside-down pool they sneak out of their rooms at 3 in the morning and go swimming together 

Delinquent (Yanki) Keith!. He has a crush (his pining is intense) on Lance who is a student from another school.

Please consider: Hunk with islander tattoos, and Lance cussing up a Spanish storm when he’s flustered. (For extra feels: Hunk’s that friend who’s held the loudest guy at his quietest.)

KURO WEEK - DAY 8 (FREE DAY): Magic.

“Lance - what exactly are you doing?”, Kuro whined, feeling the freshly closed wounds on his arm and back strain with the movement. The Blue Paladin decidedly kept his usually chatty mouth shut. Instead of answering– or even recognizing– Kuro’s defiant tugging, he gently closed his grip around Kuro’s flesh wrist a little tighter and pulled him along.

Only minutes ago they had been at the Castle’s med-bay, tending to his scratches and cuts. Their latest mission had been rough. Although it was supposed to be a simple in and out rescue mission, it had gone awfully wrong. As in, Kuro was happy he’d walked away with his flesh arm and legs still intact and attached to his body. Thankfully, the rest of the group had had more luck.

In hindsight, they should’ve known better. They should’ve been prepared for the whole mission to go sideways with how heavily guarded the planet they’d freed had been. But saving planets and whole star systems from the ones that once had created him was their job now. It was Kuro’s job now. And nothing, not even the most hopeless situation, would keep them from doing just that. Saving lives.

This whole concept, the mere thought of him being one of the good guys, still had the Galra hybrid feeling adrift and somewhat out of place. He hadn’t been created for this. For killing - yes. For fighting, shedding blood and tearing whole fleets apart - definitely. But doing so for a good cause? A higher goal? On behalf of the whole damn universe? Nope. Just- no. Kuro would’ve laughed his ass off at that prospect.

But times change you, a small voice in the back of his head provided.

Averting his gaze from the back of Lance’s head and focusing on their somewhat awkwardly joined hands instead (he was still new to the whole human interaction and physical contact thing, okay?), Kuro couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

Not times, he countered. People. People change you.

It took one more turn around a corner for Kuro to know where they were heading. Lance had asked him to close his eyes. What for, Lance  wouldn’t tell. Not even when Kuro stated how he knew they were going to Lance’s room. The Cuban boy wouldn’t have any of it; simply shushed him with a finger to the clone’s dry lips. There had been a gleam in those dark blue eyes. A gleam he couldn’t quite pin down, but made him want to lick that delicate digit pressed to his lips.

“Just do it already!”, Lance huffed and playfully put one hand over Kuro’s yellow eyes, before he opened the door to his quarters. “Or you’ll ruin the surprise.”

Had he been smiling before, he was downright smirking now.

“Lance, I swear to all deities out there, if the surprise is you taking off your clothes right in front of me, I-”

His teasing died right on Kuro’s tongue and came out as a sputtered, choked sound when he felt two warm hands grab for the hem of his own shirt and pull it upwards.

What the-

“Don’t open your eyes”, came Lance’s voice - a bit shaky, but determined nonetheless. “Just-… Take that off, will you? But please be careful with those scratches on your back.”

It took Kuro a second.

Then another two or three.

His mind had gone completely blank, out of order, Kuro.exe had stopped working. His hands however - oh he’d have to have a talk with them in the near future about not acting on their own, pulling his shirt off within a heartbeat, just because a certain Paladin told them to.

Cool air hit his bare skin - thanks for that you little traitors!, he glowered at his hands for a moment, before screwing his eyes shut again, waiting for Lance’s next move. Heartbeat thundering in his ears and filling the silence that hung over them for a few moments before the smaller man carefully took his clawed bionic hand in his own flesh ones and led him to the bed.

Even with his eyes shut, Kuro could still smell it; the way countless sleepovers made his and Lance’s scents mingle and cling to the sheets and pillows, creating a whole new fragrance that filled him with a warmth he hadn’t felt before.

It smelled like home.

Home…

Something fuzzy, tingling unfurled in his chest at that.

“Okay, now sit down, please?”, he could hear the rustling of blankets being pulled back. Without giving a second thought to it, Kuro simply purred an affirmative sound and carefully sat down as not to disturb the straining and prickling wounds on his back any further.

When he’d finally arranged himself properly on the soft mattress, the hybrid heaved a sigh.

“And… what now?”, he asked, proud that the anticipation that caused his guts to twitch didn’t seep into his voice.

Around him Lance rummaged through the room, providing him with the softest wool blanket they possessed and finally turning off the main lights.

There was a soft pad of bare feet on the cold metal floor, followed by the now familiar feeling of a slender body’s weight sinking into the mattress behind him.

Lance shifted closer behind him, close enough that Kuro could feel his breath hit the skin between his shoulderblades. Warm hands crept up his sides until they rested on his ribs. Tender. Careful. So, so careful.

“Do you trust me?”

That question, though barely audible, caught Kuro off guard.

“Uh…”, wow, eloquent as always. “Y-yes? Yes, I trust you.”

He still kept his eyes firmly shut, but he didn’t really need his eyes to know what kind of expression flickered over Lance’s face when the smaller man inhaled sharply.

A heartbeat.

Then another.

“Okay.”

The soft hands at Kuro’s ribs gave him a reassuring squeeze, before Lance continued: “If I do something you don’t feel comfortable with… just tell me and I’ll stop. Got that?”

Another purring sound escaped the clone’s throat, followed by a small nod to make sure the other one saw his approval.

“Good…”

Before he could say anything in return, Kuro felt a hesitant pressure at his back. Warm and soft, barely noticeable, but still it felt like he’d been struck by lightning. His eyes flew open. Heat rushed to his cheeks.

The room around them was mostly dark, the only source of light being the warm yellow fairy lights, they had attached to the ceiling right above their shared bed.

There were soft blankets and pillows everywhere, effectively building a nest around the two of them.

And right in the center of all this cozyness there was Lance. Sitting right behind him. Drawing lazy circles into his sides. Pressing his ever so soft lips to the tender, badly scratched skin between his shoulders. Kissing him.

“W-what… what exactly are you doing there?”, the question came out as a high, squeaky sound that made him cringe.

Lance however seemed to have regained some of his confidence over the first contact of skin to skin. For he dragged his lips over the expanse of Kuro’s wide shoulders, right to the next cut, where they lingered, as light as a feather. A shiver ran down his spine, while Lance replied - lips ghosting over his skin with every syllable: “You know, back on earth we have that term ‘to kiss away the pain’. That’s what I’m doing here.”

“O-okay? And is that… some kind of Terran healing technique?”

Trying and failing at fighting off the major blush that set his whole face on fire, he finally gave up and opted for hiding it behind his hands.

Terran healing technique? Seriously?! What the hell, Kuro?

This… this was so surreal.

Kuro felt like combusting would be an acceptable reaction by now.

“No, you silly goose”, came the huffed response. “It’s called magic.”

And with that the Blue Paladins lips continued their journey from cut, to scratch, to bruise, to scar.

Until Kuro’s whole body tingled with the warmth they left in their wake.

Magic…

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