#familiar!keith

[sdabiih]

You know that your new neighbor has to be bad news when your familiar ( and bf) can’t stop hissing at them.

[kit-the-purple-cat]

Keith from @salparadiselost ’s fic Magic Bound and Unbound

[katelfiredemon]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27317446

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Halloween Klance fic! Witch Lance with his familiar Keith

[tachimasu]

magic haaands

[geisterwrites]

Klancetober Day 7 & Day 8

“Witch” & “Black Cat”

Rating: G

Word Count: 934

Warning: fluff, bunch of world building :)), mention of blood and blood licking

Pairing: klance

Lance startles when the window next to his desk, which he would swear was closed, pops open and a black cat squeezes its way into the room. It prances over to the upper left corner of his desk, which is the only uncluttered place there, and plops down only to start grooming its front paw. Like it hasn’t been gone for four days. Like it hasn’t just waltzed in in a swirl of dark gray mist.

Lance jumps up to slam the window closed, and loud whines come from the outside, along with scratching against the glass. “Well, nice to see you again, Keith.” He glares at the cat and waves his hand to suppress the mist that’s looking for a fitting corner to settle in. Keith glances at him from the corner of his eye as his tongue goes over his paw again and again. He looks calm and absolutely unfazed by Lance’s accusatory look. At least until he puts the lifted paw down next to the other. Until his ears flatten on his head and he stares at the mist slowly dissipating under Lance’s fingers.

He leaps at the same time as Lance yelps. Something has pricked his forefinger, but at that point Keith has already clamped his fangs around the something. It’s an invisible creature, which shimmers in muted purple at the contact with Keith’s quintessence. Lance inspects its outlines when Keith stays seated in his palm. Lance blinks. His hand hasn’t even wavered when Keith landed. After all the years Lance still can’t get used to how weightless Keith is.

“And you really had to wait until the Felvo bit me.” Lance pouts. He swings his free hand and a glass container stumbles out of the nearest stuffed shelf. Keith spits the creature inside and shifts into a human shape as Lance puts the lid on and runs a finger around the opening to seal it. Once he finishes his third time around, purple ice flowers bloom, starting at the spot the Felvo is laying on and going all over the glass surface.

“Do you know how long it took me to even find one? And I would let it combust just by revealing we are aware of its presence?” Keith crosses his arms over his naked chest. His tail swishes behind him faster than usually and his ears fold back. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.” Lance rubs the heel of his injured hand against Keith’s cheek, careful not to smear blood over his skin.

Two days ago Hunk has contacted Lance that he needed a Felvo and Lance had conveyed the message to Keith via their familiar bond, since he was away running a different errand. He knew those creatures were hard to hunt and only a witch’s familiar could locate them, which would prolong Keith’s time away. But there was a favor or two he was owing to Hunk. Still, Keith’s absence made him jittery. The whole time he was aware Keith was safe – if anything had happened, their bond would jostle him awake even in the middle of the night, pulsating and burning. But not having Keith around always made Lance easily irritable and aching. Especially after they became lovers two years ago. Keith cradles Lance’s hand in his, thumb rubbing over his palm in slow circles. With kitten licks he removes the spilled blood, which makes Lance shiver, and then kisses the little punctuation wound on Lance’s finger. When he pulls away, Lance’s wound looks like a three days old scab and Keith has the same wound on his finger as well. It’s only thanks to the strength of their bond they can share their pain to this extent.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here now,” Keith whispers. He looks unaffected, but from they way he pulls Lance against his chest, from the way he noses at his cheek and from the way their bond sparks, Lance knows he had been suffering as well.

The clock ticks away as they stand there, Lance running his palms over Keith’s nape, fingers carding through thick mane of black hair. It’s he had plugged himself in to charge. He feels energy surge through him just from Keith’s presence. The muted color of their bond brightens up. When Lance blinks his eyes open the air around them is tinted blue and red. It swirls, and twists, and pulses, curling together to form various shades of purple. Lance runs his thumbs over Keith’s cheekbones and smiles. “We should go deliver the goods. I’m sure Hunk will want to use it while still fresh.” Keith nods as he unwraps from around Lance, his tail looped around Lance’s thigh withdrawing. He is back to all four before Lance stuff the container into a bag. He slings it over his shoulder and grabs one of the hats off his rack. It’s a large, light gray one and once Lance puts it on, the air around him sizzles like a firecracker. It’s like watching the hat come alive and melt as a waterfall of what seems like pure silver falls down from all around the brim. It shudders when it hits the ground and changes its mass until it looks more like a silver flickering organza fabric, which Lance can see through. It’s a necessary accessory if he wants to go out, especially as a witch. Keith is the only one that can slip through, right through the fabric like it isn’t even there. And he does. Goes in to rub against Lance’s legs, earning himself a scratch on his nape. “Let’s go then.”

[aritrevel]

more unbeta’d witch!lance with his familiar!shiro because i think i have a problem

It had been weeks. A little over a month. But Lance was finally coming back today.

Shiro waited patiently at the front door in his dog form, body tensing at every noise that his ears, swiveling wildly, picked up.

He could feel eyes boring holes into him from afar. Keith had been watching him sit in front of the door for a little over half an hour now. He hasn’t moved since Allura left to go pick up Lance from the airport. It was a mixture of both sickeningly sweet and pathetic, but they knew Keith would probably react the same if Allura ever left. Not that he’d admit that, of course. Keith had a reputation to uphold.

The familiar sound of muffled voices and a key being jingled into the lock had Shiro up on his feet, circling eagerly as he held back his excited barks, tail slicing through the air. The moment the door was open wide enough, Shiro barreled past Allura and jumped on Lance, barking and panting and trying his best to lick at Lance’s face.

“Kashi!” Lance yelped, stumbling to regain his footing with the added weight of his familiar. “I missed you, too, you big baby. But I’ve got to get inside.” Shiro got down from Lance’s waist and followed him as he entered Allura’s home, rolling in luggage. He shifted his weight from paw to paw like he was dancing as he watched Lance put all of his things down near the couch, stretching his arms and back, no doubt sore from carrying his belongings.

Lance let himself flop on the couch. Not even a moment passed before he was patting the spot next to him and Shiro was in his lap, soaking his face and any other part he could reach with his saliva, squirming with excitement. All Lance could do was scrunch up his face and futilely try to avoid Shiro’s rough tongue while burying his hands in his fur, scratching and petting lovingly.

The two were engrossed into their own world, oblivious to the way Allura and Keith watched them silently. A soft smile graced Allura’s features as she witnessed a bond like no other. Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Keith brushing up against her, demanding her attention. She didn’t hesitate to bend down and scoop him up in her arms, cradling him to her chest as she gently scratched between his ears. As much as she loved watching Lance and Shiro together, she didn’t know if she could handle such a bundle of energy.

“Takashi, stop climbing all over me!”

Yeah, Allura would rather stick with Keith.

[aritrevel]

mostly unbeta’d witches!lance & allura with their familiars!shiro & keith + this was suppose to be a ficlet but it ran away from me

i’m sorry if the ending is awkward and abrupt and just w e i r d

—————————

Okay, so maybe the media was right, and Lance just happened to be an outlier when it came to familiars.

With a soft, fond smile on his face, Lance watched as Shiro slept soundly in his dog form, side flank raising and falling slowly in time with his deep breaths and body stretched out. His eyes were drawn to the black ball of fluff curled up on his familiar’s side, tucked securely within itself. His mind started to wander down Memory Avenue, but was stopped by Allura returning from her kitchen with two mugs in her hands. He shifted his focus from their familiar to her, grinning as she settled down next to him before handing him a mug, which he took gratefully.

“God, I love your tea,” Lance gushed after chancing a sip, sighing blissfully afterwards.

“Sometimes, I think that’s the only reason you stick around,” Allura teased as she blew on her own cup, watching the steam move in the direction she blew.

Lance didn’t deny her comment, bringing his mug back to his lips with raised eyebrows as he avoided eye contact. He heard a dramatic gasp next to him before there was pain blossoming in his bicep where Allura smacked him, making him yelp and almost spill his tea.

“Can you maybe chill?” Lance hissed as he shot Allura a glare. “You almost made me drop my tea!” That was the last thing he wanted to do. He gingerly sipped at the hot drink, brows still furrowed in mild irritation.

“Well, what did you expect when you don’t deny my comment?” Allura hissed back, face set into her own annoyed expression.

Lance rolled his eyes. “You know that you’re more than just the Queen of Tea to me,” he reassured her as his face relaxed, losing its traces of irritation. His gaze drifted back to Shiro, only to see that his familiar was now awake and gazing back at him, tail swishing lazily against Allura’s carpeted floor. They must have woken him up. And if he was up that meant—

“Did you enjoy your nap, Keith? Hey, wait! Let me put down my tea first,” Allura rambled as she hastily set her mug down on the coffee table in front of them. Keith, the Bombay cat that was resting on Shiro, took up the vacant space in Allura’s lap, purring lowly as he felt hands gently run through his fur. “You’re such a needy cat,” Allura huffed despite her fond smile. Keith only purred louder.

A sudden cloud of red and black smoke engulfed the feline, causing both Allura and Lance to cough violently. The smoke soon fell away to reveal a slender male with black cat ears jutting from his head and a sleek, black tail swaying languidly in the air. A red silk robe clothed him and stood out against his pale complexion. He oozed everything Lance associated with cats: elegance, laziness, superiority, spoilt.

Allura wasn’t fazed by her familiar’s sudden transformation, continuing to pet the head that rested in her lap. Lance opened his mouth to ask her about how she got Keith to wear clothes, but that’s when Shiro decided he was a lapdog, much to Lance’s dismay.

“Takashi!” Lance exclaimed as the Siberian Husky hoisted his entire body onto Lance’s lap, forcing him to lean against the back of the couch in order to accommodate his size. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as Shiro twisted his head to try to lap at Lance’s face, wanting his attention. “You’re just as bad as Keith.”

Allura giggled softly as she watched Lance bury a hand into Shiro’s coat, giving the canine the attention he so desired. They were two whipped witches with their spoilt familiars. She couldn’t help remembering the first time they met, both them and their familiars.

Allura had taken Keith to the park, letting the cat bask in the sunlight on the bench they occupied. To many, it was unusual to see a cat at a park, but Allura liked getting Keith out of the house every now and then. Besides, he seemed to enjoy the direct sunlight if his constant purring was any indication.

With a book in her hands, the pair relaxed on the bench, enjoying the tranquil atmosphere around them. Until it was suddenly shattered by a frantic stranger running up to them.

“Hi! Sorry, uh, have you seen a Siberian Husky by any chance? He’s my dog and he’s seemed to run off,” the stranger rambled, eyes full of panic as they continued to flicker around, searching for his companion.

“No, I have to say—“ A loud hissing interrupted Allura’s words, surprising both her and the stranger. They turned their gaze to where Keith was standing, hackles raised, hair standing on end, and spine arched. The picture of a ticked off cat. “Keith! You stop that,” Allura scolded with pinched eyebrows. Keith ignored her and continued to hiss at the guy who interrupted his sunbathing, ears pressed flat against his head.

Suddenly, there was distant barking drowning out the hissing, and it got louder as it got closer until it was right next to them. The stranger looked beside him and gasped, dropping to his knees to face the dog that joined them.

“‘Kashi, where did you go?!” He exclaimed, scratching behind the Siberian Husky’s ears, but the dog was focused on the cat still hissing at them, challenging him with his own growling. “Takashi, calm down. It’s just an irritated cat,” the stranger reassured. When his dog didn’t quit, he got back to his feet and shot an apologetic smile towards Allura.

“I’m sorry about all this. He’s usually so friendly, even if others aren’t,” the stranger explained with a shake of his head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

Allura had an inkling as she stared at the Siberian Husky. She’s been a witch for quite some time now, and she knew when she spotted another familiar. “Well, cats and dogs never really get along,” she commented. “Name’s Allura, by the way.”

“Lance,” Lance replied as he tried to hold his familiar back. “We should get going. It was nice meeting you!” He turned on his heel, and directed his familiar away from Allura and Keith, chastising him all the while. Allura could only watch with a small smile. She had a feeling they’d see each other a lot more.

“Allura, how did you get clothes on Keith?” Lance’s question pulled her out of her reminiscing. Shiro was now straddling him in his human form, and was very naked, nuzzling his face. The fact that the dog familiar was comfortable enough to transform in front of them made Allura grin. Their bonds had definitely come a long way, especially Keith’s and Shiro’s.

“I’ll text you the spell so you can use it at home.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Lance gushed as Shiro flicked his tongue against his lips, making Lance turn a dark shade of red.

Giggling, Allura and Keith watched in amusement as Lance tried to get Shiro to stop licking his mouth. It was one thing to do it while he was a dog, but as a human was completely different. They were an interesting duo, and Allura was grateful their accidental meeting in the park led them to where they are now.