I'm Still An Animal. ♡Klance♡
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  • Reads 3,171
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 1m
Ongoing, First published Jul 05, 2017
Mature
"Keith?" Lance called to basically nothing. "Keith, stop it! think about what you're doing!"

"No," Keith growled. "I'm hungry."

Shiny yellow eyes shined in the pitch black room. Lance couldn't find the light switch quick enough.

A low growl escaped from Keith's mouth. "Good night, Lance. I love you." He said for the last time.

And then he snapped his jaws closed.

An alternate universe where Keith turns into a full Galra when flusterered, embarrassed, or agressive. Keith would turn into a half black cat if desperate, needy, or lustful.
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"Oh my god, Keeeith," Lance wheezed. "Keith you're the best drunk space cadet I've ever seen." "Space cadet," Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance's hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance's fingers, sending shivers up Lance's arm and down his spine. "You have looong fingers," Keith murmured after a few moments. Keith's face perked up then, as if he'd just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith's pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance's ear when he spoke next. "I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance." (This is actually written on Archive On Our Own by Reader115. I love this story so much and I wanted to bring it to Wattpad. Enjoy!)