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Soulmates are fickle things… not every person has one, and not everyone that has one meets their soulmate. Furthermore, not everyone who meets their so-called soulmate finds happiness in that relationship. Everyone knows that, but knowledge doesn’t stop people from dreaming now does it?
The moment Lance first discovered his mark, a tiny black cat on his lower back, he’d run to his mom screaming excitedly - hardly making any sense as words quickly tumbled from his five-year-old mouth. She’d simply smiled and told him that she'd already known, but had wanted him to discover it on his own. She also encouraged him to be quiet about it. Of course, she wanted him to be happy, but her worry about what other people would say if they found out had her quieting him. They did so well that it wasn't until Lace was 15 that even his siblings found out. The moment the words “Tramp stamp” left his older brothers mouth Lance vowed to ever mention his soulmark again. He knew the likelihood of finding them and falling in love wasn't high, and he didn't want to be caught a hopeless romantic with his head in the clouds. Instead, he focussed on dance and being the best he could be. He quickly rose as a star in his studio where he met and became close friends with Hunk.
Keith, on the other hand, didn’t see his mark until he was 14. He’d just moved in with Shiro and his family and had the little black outline of a cat pointed out to him by Shiro's friend Matt. He’d been so startled he couldn't even suppress the glimmer of hope that began to grow in his heart. He vowed to one day find whoever it connected him to. A month later he was officially adopted and enrolled in his first dance class since his parents died 5 years earlier. He was able to pick it all back up quickly, and soon got jumped up a few levels where he met Pidge.
Both boys quickly singled out ballroom as their favorite style, whether it be Latin or Standard. When they learned that the Voltron dance crew was holding auditions (for every slot after the early retirement of the previous crew) they both immediately knew they had to be a part of it. The crew was the top, and everyone knew it. They had only 6 members and a coach, and just like the boys they mainly focussed on ballroom while still staying up in all the other styles. Being on that team would be a dream come true for any dancer - which meant there would be A LOT of competition to make the team, but each boy was determined to not only make it themselves but pull their best friend (and in one case brother) along with them.
So… let's go to two weeks after graduation - where our story really begins.