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I wrote this lil witchy fic for Keith’s birthday and then totally forgot to post it here 😳 but it’s also very fitting for Halloween!
So if you’re into witch Lance and cat Keith this’ll be right up your alley ;)
Rating: Teen // Words: 12199 // Pairing: Klance
Summary: Lance gathers the rest of his harvest and makes to head back inside. He’s halfway to the door when he hears a soft cry. What the…
He stills and listens for it again. There. Tiny and high pitched. “Mew!”
His head snaps over to the bushes just in time to see a small black cat with bright violet eyes emerge from them. It stops about 6 feet away and stares at him. Lance carefully sets the basket aside and crouches low to the ground, not wanting to spook it. “Hey there little guy.”
It meows loudly, almost angrily, but takes a hesitant step forwards.
“It’s ok, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he coos at the cat, kneeling in the dirt.
It walks closer and that’s when Lance realizes it’s limping slightly.
Or: Keith gets ambushed on the way to Pidge, Hunk, and Lance’s house and is turned into a cat. He makes his way to his destination eventually, but the problem? Nobody knows it's him.