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Only in my dreams: klance! soulmate & college au!

Description: Lance has dreams about a mysterious man he's never met before, leaving Lance puzzled as to what his dreams are trying to tell him

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Meet my family: klance! modern au! (will be posted soon)

Description: Keith meets Lance's family for the first time. Shiro and Adam tag along

[keithy-writes]

Only in my dreams

klance!

Chapter 5:

Lance was crouched in front of a telescope. Any movements he made caused the wooden planks of the back porch to creak, the sound was quiet compared to the noisy crickets chirping from the grass field that swayed in the gentle breeze. Frogs croaking and owls hoots being heard at random.

Fairy lights strung along the porches railing were Lance's only source of light besides the stars twinkling overhead, and the bright round moon in the dark sky, in the middle of it all, acting as the final master piece of the painting.

Currently, he was trying to get a closer look of the moon with his telescope, struggling annoyedly with each attempt.

Lance would make adjustments, lining the front lenses of the telescope in the direction he'd assumed it needed to go, looking up from the sky to back down at the telescope, cursing under his breath as he looked inside the telescope to find that he'd failed again.

He decided he'd try one more time before giving up to go inside and do something less frustrating like play his guitar to calm his nerves. Plus, the mosquitos were being annoying, even if Lance put bug spray on in advance.

Lance looked in one last time, still without luck of sighting the moon. He sighed, it turning into a gasp as a hand just barley touched his shoulder- he had a feeling whoever touched him was purposely trying to scare him shitless. Unfortunately, it worked.

Lance snapped his head to peek over his shoulder, the person who'd gave him a heart attack, laughing, an arm clutching his stomach as he shook with amusement of it all.

This guy was irritating to have scared him half to death, but besides that fact, his laugh was...well, nice. It made him forget why he were pissed in the first place, heck he felt like laughing himself. As stupid as it sounds, he felt pride in making him laugh in the first place.

This guy- who was fairly attractive, calmed down his laughter, opening his mouth to say something with a grin plastered on his face.

Lance couldn't seem to understand what he were saying. It was like trying to hear someone talk while being underwater. This dude didn't seem to notice Lance rub his ears and try to explain that he hadn't a clue on what he were saying. That was rude of him.

Instead, he walked up to Lance, locking his arm around his and dragging him to the back door, leading him inside. Lance, well, didn't question it, he followed him right inside as if he'd known him for years.

The dream guy sat down on the couch, his legs folded and in front of his chest, a fleece blanket thrown over his legs lazily as Lance sat down to join them, both of them leaning agaisnt each other, it felt pleasant. warm. relaxing.

All they really did was sit there for what felt like hours, seeming to just enjoy being with one another. But the dream guy had other plans. He sat up and turned to Lance, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he leaned forward, eyes locking into his. Lance already knew what was coming, so with a grin of his own, he cupped his cheek, moving closer to help fill in the gap.

But before their lips could touch, Lance opened his eyes.

Lance jumped, noticing how close he were to the edge of his bed before it were too late, he indeed tumbled to the ground with a thud, taking the blankets down with him. He really should've been more quiet when falling on the ground because he ended up waking Hunk up, but it had took him by surprise.

These dreams were a pain, literally.

Speaking of the dreams. What in the everloving fuck was that?! Lance had almost shared a kiss with this annoying, mullet headed guy. And dream him didn't even mind! Was he…with this guy or what!? So many unanswered questions were swarming in his mind- at least, way more than usual.

He needed all of his questions answered now before he losses it.

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Only in my dreams

klance!

Chapter 4:

Lance stood in a park, surrounded by trees that had colored leaves rustling in the breeze, some breaking free from the branches to join the others on the ground. Most of the leaves had covered the grass, only leaving some visible, those visible patches of grass seeming to struggle during the weather taking a colder turn.

Lance could hear his shoes cause a crunch within each step he took on the oath he walked on, crumbling the dead leaves. He worse only jeans and a light jacket to block the slight chill in the air and held a polariod camera in his hands, his blue eyes wandering as if making sure not to miss anything worthy of a picture.

The case of hid camera was slung around his neck, bouncing agaisnt his chest with each step, the zipper wobbling all over the place. It'd came to a stop as Lance stopped in his tracks, the reason being his phone buzzing in his back pocket.

He slipped aside so he weren't blocking the path of those who came out during this wonderful autumn day to enjoy nature like he were and moved his camera in one hand to pull out his phone with the other, seeing texts messages on the top of the screen as he turned on the small device.

Lance used his thumb to swipe past the lock screen and rather slowly, typed out a reply for the text he received from his mother, asking him if he could stop off on the way home to pick up a few things for their supper.

Soon after sending the text, making sure his mother saw the message, he continued what he was doing before, looking for only a couple more pictures to take since he didn't really have much film left, and head back home after a run to the store. It was getting pretty late after all and it'd only get colder out.

Lance had waited for a small family to pass by before taking a shot to avoid getting strangers in his scenic picture of a lake. He held up his Polaroid camera up to his face, searching for that final picture to top it all off, but suddenly, someone had came into view.

A figure off to the side and a little ways ahead of Lance, were kneeled over, looking to have been tying his shoes. Slowly lowering his camera, he walked past the mullet man, peeking over just in time to see him look up from his shoes, causing their eyes to meet.

He opened his mouth to speak but before he had the chance, Lance was forced awake.

Lance jumped, sending a jolt of pain to his side. He were laying hunched over on the arm rest of a couch, his hope colliding with the arm rest as he woke up. His niece, Nadia, was sitting beside him, a pout on her face as she shook her uncles arm in irritation. Voices from Lance's family members and the tv rung in his ears.

It took him a moment to understand what was going on, his mind still frazzled about his dream. He was starting to annoy himself even, being so fussy about his dreams. Anyway, Lance was visiting his family over the weekend and as soon as he'd gotten there his niece insisted he watch tangled with her, since he couldn't resist her puppy dog eyes, he agreed.

Apparently, before even watching ten minutes of the movie, Lance fell asleep. The night before he stayed up to catch up on some of his work and it took way longer than expected. Hunk stayed up with him though, so he weren't alone during those miserable hours.

He didn't have the time to think deep over another dream, for now he was stuck making it up to his niece for falling asleep on her which would involve playing tangled.

Though, Lance had still found how this whole dream thing works, odd. Some nights he had the dreams and others he didn't

What was this all supposed to mean?

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Only in my dreams

klance!

Chapter 3:

Lance was at one of his favorite places ever, the beach.

The sun was bright, it's reflection shining off of the oceans steady waves. The sounds of people engaging in conversation, feet walking on top of the sand, seagulls making their presence known from up above, voices yelling at each other, kids shrieking into fits of laughter and the overall sound of people swimming in the ocean were all around, but the only sounds Lance focused on were the waves.

The gentle sound of waves building up and rushing through the other waters with ease, crashing down as it got closer to the shore, slapping against the sand which darkened the color as it were soaked. And after that process, it would get repeated over and over again, some waves small, some big, each and every one of them were music to Lance's ears.

Lance was watching the waves, enjoying his own little spot away from the crowd, sitting on top of a beach towel instead of his skin burning on top of the hot sand. Not only was he relaxing and showing his appreciation for the ocean, but he were also waiting for his sunscreen to dry. Going in the water now would just wash it off, defeating the purpose.

He tore his eyes away from the pretty waters to dig in the bag he'd brought along with him to pull out his phone to see how much longer he'd have to wait. He was growing impatient, epically since the heat of the summer was getting unbearable.

Lance had only five more minutes left. He sighed in disappointment, bouncing his leg up and down as his gaze moved back to the ocean. Oddly enough, from the short amount of time it took Lance to check his phone, everyone had gotten out of the water. Was there a shark? And if so, then why was there no warning?

Hold on, there was still someone in the water. Lance leaned forward, squinting at the person in the horizon. Their arms were moving around in panic, water splashing around them in a struggle to stay above the water.

If he didn't do something, he would drown.

As odd as this situation was, it felt as if the guy struggling to stay above the water was looking directly at him. Then to make matters more confusing, he'd yelled out Lance's name.

Lance snapped out of his little daze to finally rush forward into the sea, trudging the water as it'd gotten higher, Lance's head being the only thing not underneath the salty water. By the time he'd gotten halfway there, the guy went under.

Luckily, Lance was a fast swimmer, thanks to living near a beach and all. He was able to catch up with him before he'd sunken to far, diving underneath, searching blindly, hardly being able to look in the water.

However, despite the stressful moment, he'd grasped his wrist, the drowning dude clinging to Lance, but not to where he'd be in the way of him swimming them to safety. Lance successfully brought their heads above the surface.

Their gasps being the last thing Lance heard before everything vanished faster than a blink, a different voice, one more familiar, calling his name instead.

Lance's eyes bolted open, feeling a hand nudge his shoulder to wake him. He blinked, seeing the that his bedsheets were kicked right off the bed. He wasn't…trying to swim in his sleep, was he?

"Finally, man. I don't know what you were dreaming about, but you would not stop kicking and moving around like you were swimming," Hunk, Lance's roommate and best friend since his childhood, had said.

"Makes sense for the dream I had," Lance muttered, cheeks pinkening in embarrassment as he reached over to grab his bedding that he kicked off the mattress.

"Dreaming about your dream guy again?" Hunk asked teasingly, picking up a pillow that apparently had gotten in the cross fire of Lance's legs.

Lance hated that his blush had darkened at that- Hunk had it all wrong anyways. Yeah, technically this was a dream guy as in just a guy in his dreams, but he was implying something stupid. And what even was that dream about? Mullet knew his name? And needed him.

This was making his head hurt.

The plan for today was to look more into dreams and possibly figure out why his dreams have been so realistic lately and why he keeps dreaming about a stranger, now three times in a row. Yep, today was gonna be fun.

Lance snatched the pillow from Hunk. "Maybe, maybe not. But you might want to get comfortable cause I've got another dream to share."

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Only in my dreams

klance!

Chapter 2:

Thunder boomed in Lance's eardrums along with the sound of millions raindrops falling from the rainclouds that covered up the sky to rid the blue and replace it with it's gloomy gray color, the smell of rainfall all around. Everything about it gave Lance euphoria.

He could just sit here all day- but seeing as where he were, it might attract attention to those passing by like himself.

Lance was walking down the sidewalk past a local park to his right, the grassy fields becoming overflooded with water from the passing storm. The branches of the trees blowing harshly in the wind that also blew the raincoat Lance wore.

Usually, Lance wouldn't mind getting soaked from head to toe, even if he ended up getting sick later. But his mother on the hand, did mind and to avoid getting scolded over not having something to keep him dry during the rain, he made sure to wear a coat before going out.

The reason he were out in the first place, besides wanting to enjoy the weather, was to pick something up from the store. Unfortunately, they didn't have what he was looking for, but that might've been a good thing since the bag would've gotten wet anyways.

It would've been a smarter idea to bring an umbrella to avoid that problem, but Lance hadn't thought of that. Besides, he chose the coat so he could still feel the rain fall on top of him.

Out of nowhere, Lance heard a pair of footsteps splashing through the puddles along the sidewalk in front of him. He looked ahead to see someone with there back facing Lance, umbrella in hand, walking casually in front of him.

This guy had… a mullet. Like, seriously? Where was this dude from, the 80's?Mullets aren't even attractive, those who think so or just assume they could pull off the look are downright crazy. Lance would have a talk with whoever invented the "mullet" trend. Some people just don't have good style these days.

But enough of this guys mullet. Something about the man in front of him was familiar, like he'd known him form somewhere. Then again, Lance is sure he'd remember being friends with mullet head.

Mullet turned to cross the street, looking both ways before walking up to- Pidge? Unless Pidge just happened to be there was he crossed the street. Wait, no. Pidge was waiting for him and they seemed to be talking to each other like they were friends. Why would Pidge want to be friends with a guy with a mullet?

Lance tried to follow but it was almost as if his feet were glues to the sidewalk. How they would be if it were raining, Lance had no idea. He tried to move out of the invisible grip but had no luck, Pidge and Mr. Mullet head already starting to walk off.

Lance tried calling out but he didn't have a voice. Suddenly the rain started to pour harder and harder until all Lance could see was gray. But it didn't stop there. The gray became darker and darker, nearly black, the rain becoming fainted with each new shade, nearly black. Until it was.

The sound of rain was gone

And Lance had opened his eyes.

This dream was supposedly calmer than the last, Lance had thought, removing the eye mask and tossing it to the bed side table. He muttered something grumpily under his breath as he heard the mask fall on the ground instead with a featherlight thump, the sound almost non existent.

The dream like the one before did feel realistic and that mullet head…wait. Was he motorcycle guy from the dream before? I mean, both their hair was somewhat long and black. If these two are the same guy, then why dream about the same guy twice? And how does this guy know Pidge?

Maybe he just needed some research on dreams. Then again, this could just be a coincidence, perhaps Lance didn't have enough proof to look too deep into this. Not that this would stop him from telling others about this like he did with the first dream.

Dream was going to become an overused word in his vocabulary. Well, that and mullet.

Lance was snapped out of his thoughts when hearing Hunk's bed creak, random mumbles and shuffles of Hunk waking up. Looks like Hunk woke up just in time (again) for Lance to share the events that had happened inside his head.

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klance! 

Chapter 1:

Lance clicked a button on the radio to switch songs as he was waiting for a red light impatiently. He tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel to go with the song playing, having settled on 'another one bites the dust', muttering the lyrics under his breath.

As he waited, he heard the sound of an engine coming from his left side, come closer, the noise growing quieter to indicate that the vehicle was coming to a halt due to the highly annoying, red light.

A guy wearing a black tee that had something written in a white font that Lance couldn't quite make out, black jeans, and a red bikers helmet, the black tinted plastic making it difficult to see his features, came into view. The bit of hair sticking out from underneath the helmet tossed in different directions from it being blown by the wind as he rode.

He were hunched over, making minor adjustments to add comfort, not giving much attention to anything besides the stop light blocking him, Lance and other cars.

Soon enough, the light flickered green, everyone moving forward. At this point the radio was playing nothing besides others talking about topics that would put Lance to sleep at how boring their conversation was.

The motorcycle guy was ahead of Lance, this known fact irritating him for a reason he couldn't seem to recall.

Still watching him as he drove, his eyes giving him a little too much attention, Lance didn't seem to notice the turn that he swears came out of nowhere, hastily swerving to avoid going off road. That only making things worse.

His car collided with a mini van to his right, a loud crash blasting in his ear drums, getting jerked forward harshly, the air bags not taking affect to the accident. The last thing he could hardly make our as his surroundings started fading away around him was the motorcycle guy, getting tinier as he zoomed off, not having to have noticed the accident.

Right after that, everything went black.

Lance had jolted upward, frantically turning his head in different directions. Why the fuck couldn't he see?! Was his eyes sight damaged in the crash? He could feel that he were in a bed as he moved his hands around the bedsheets to get a better idea at where he was. Possibly he was sitting in a hospital bed?

Lance felt on his face, his shoulders drooping, face heating up in embarrassment as realization dawned on him.

He slid the sleeping mask off, it ruffling his already toseled curls and set it aside, squinting at the brightness coming from the window of his and Hunks dorm room. Lance grumbled about the curtains not being shut, carefully rubbing his eyes since he was wearing a face mask.

As his heart pumped at a slower pace, Lance took a moment to think over what had just happened- or what he assumed to have just happened, his brows knitting together in confusion of it all.

It seemed so real. Lance driving, the jerk from the crash, that motorcycle guy, aka, the reason he ended up crashing. All of that seemed like a memory he'd witnessed not long ago at all. He didn't, none of that actually happened.

It was just a dream.

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