nikkst3rz asked:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💖 I have a birthday mini fic request :3 Klance, lance is walking in a residential area and the sun is going down. Lance finds a cat and plays with it, rubs it. While doing that he talks to the cat gushing his feelings for Keith to the cat and at the end you hear someone say, "Lance?" AND IT'S KEITH! LOOKIN FOR THAT VERY CAT BECAUSE IT'S HIS CAT💖 (also prior to this they had a disagreement so that's why he gushes to the cat b/c he think Keith hates him but he is wrong💖)

apvrrish answered:

what a cute idea!!! i love cats and i love klance let’s do this

Lance kicks a rock into a pole and has to dodge it as it rebounds back at him. He glares at it but keeps walking, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Stupid Keith. Stupid smirky face and stupid hair and stupid – everything.

The sun is about to go down but Lance keeps walking through the unfamiliar neighborhood anyways. He’s still fuming over his fight with Keith, too bothered to go home and try to pretend he’s okay in front of his family. He can’t even remember what they were fighting about, just that Keith always, always did this to him.

He’s liked him for so long that basically all of his emotions about Keith are too much to handle, but they haven’t fought like that in such a long time, and it’s left Lance feeling really miserable. He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he almost doesn’t hear the meow until it’s too late. He looks down, and there’s a stunningly beautiful gray and white cat with huge blue eyes looking up at him.

“Oh,” he says, crouching a little to pet her. “You’re gorgeous, aren’t you?”

She purrs under his hand and he pets her some more. When he stops, her ears flick back and she nips at his hand until he scritches under her chin, resuming her purrs almost immediately. 

“Hah,” he says dryly. “You remind me of someone.” He pauses, sitting down on the curb of the street so the cat can crawl into his lap. Her tail falls over his arm and she stretches luxuriously before biting him again when he fails to pet her quickly enough. 

“Jeez,” he says, laughing. “You’re feisty. Definitely like him.” She looks up at him, blinking her bright blue eyes. “Okay, you might be more beautiful,” he admits. “He’s still more my type though. Which is annoying. It’s like, he’s not just a pretty face, you know? He has to be smart, and funny, and caring – he picked my sister up from school when I was stuck in traffic across town, you know? He just – does stuff like that, helps me when I need him. But god, he’s infuriating. He speaks before he thinks things through and he’s too sarcastic most of the time but he’s still – I still like him,” Lance says. “I hate fighting with him.” 

The cat meows at him, nudging his hand with her head. He strokes over her pink nose and laughs when she licks his finger. Her head suddenly jerks to the side, and Lance follows her gaze to see Keith standing a little ways down the sidewalk, chest heaving. 

“Luna!” Keith says, and then, more startled, “Lance?” 

“Oh,” Lance says, looking down at the cat. He’s heard Keith talk about Luna before, but he’s never seen her. She purrs at him and then jumps out of his lap, winding her way around Keith’s ankles and attempting to climb her way up his legs. “Hey,” Lance says awkwardly. His frustration has melted away, leaving him feeling sort of weary and guilty. 

“Hey,” Keith echoes, clearly feeling similarly. “Thank you for – I was looking for her for a while, thank you for finding her.” 

“You’re welcome,” Lance says, feeling quietly miserable. Keith’s silhouetted by the setting sun, which turns the edges of his hair shades of orange and red. He picks up Luna and holds her close to his chest, biting his lip. Lance doesn’t want to leave things weird, so he opens his mouth to apologize, but Keith speaks first.

“I’m sorry,” Keith blurts out. Lance blinks at him, but he’s staring at the pavement. “For earlier. I shouldn’t have – I shouldn’t have been so rude.”

“Me too,” Lance admits. “I’m sorry.” Keith peeks up at him, the edge of his mouth curling. “I don’t really remember–”

“–what we were fighting about?” Keith asks. He laughs when Lance sheepishly nods. “Me either. Um, did you wanna – we could hang out at my house for a little while. My brother won’t be home for a little while.” 

“O-Oh,” Lance says, faux-casually. “That sounds cool.” 

“You can get to know Luna better,” Keith says, holding her out and waving one of her little paws at Lance. He grins, reaching out to stroke her head again, laughing when she purrs and then tries to nip him again. 

“That sounds really good,” Lance says. He walks alongside Keith towards the sunset, their shoulders bumping every now and then, relishing the warmth.