The Best Klance Fanfictions

Thinking 'Bout You

'What the fuck is a conscious? Did you mean 'conscience' ?'

'No, no. Conscious.'

'Well, then, whatever. Fuck off, Conscious.'

'Are you my conscious?'

'You just said that you were mine?'

'But I know I'm me, how can I be your conscious?'

'I don't kno- Get out.'

'How the fuck -'

"Hey, Keith, you awake?"

The extra voice puts Keith in alert. He dives for his knife, pointing it high to the person behind him only to meet his brother's arched eyebrow.

"I thought you had grown over your necessity of sleeping with your knife." Shiro deadpans before frowning in confusion when he notices the tense shoulders and worried frown in his brother's features. "Uh...you okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Keith replies quickly.

Shiro only spares him another concern glance before he shrugs. "If you say so, bro. Get ready, though, because we leave in ten and the pancakes I made may disappear by that time."

"Oh, God, let's hope so," Keith mutters quietly, throwing his knife back to his bed and ignoring the way Shiro flips him off with a mocking glare.

The door closes behind his brother and Keith waits exactly three seconds before he comes to a decision.

'Hello? Weird voice in my head?' He thinks, trying to be careful on how to form his words, 'Alo? No? Nothing?'

Five seconds pass, maybe ten just to be sure, and it's then when Keith sighs, relief dripping from his shoulders like water.

'This never happened,' he tells himself inside his head.

He ignores the uneasy feeling inside of him when he can't even convince himself.

Lance takes a long sip from his iced coffee as he watches the crowd pass by.

He's taking a well-deserved break after a long day of shopping at the mall. Hunk was supposed to accompany him, but canceled last minute because he had to fill in at his part-time job.

Lance sighs. It's been a few days since the weird encounter he had under the shower. At first, he played it off as a hallucination, or blamed it on his tiredness. But then Lance had a thought. What if ... that was his soulmate link.

He knows almost everything there is to know about soulmates. Lance has been obsessed with it ever since he was a child. But there are so many different kind of soul links that it's hard to get a grasp of all the possibilities. There's the classic red string of fate that connects people. That's how his mom and dad met. There are some soulmates who can share whatever they paint on their skin; some share their injuries, others see some kind of trail in the air leading them to their soulmate.

Some of these are obvious others are more... unique. Like that one woman who had the same song stuck in her head for years until she met her soulmate who heard the same song. And then there are these unfortunate souls who don't have a soulmate.

Lance is one of them.

At least that's what he thought until now. Ever since he heard that voice in his head, he had the tiny spark of hope that maybe ... maybe there is someone out there for him after all.

Lance sighs as he puckers his lips to take another sip from his straw. Well, he didn't hear the voice again so maybe it was just his imagination.

'Shit, he's hot.'