Voltron x reader one-shots

Lance | AU

A/n: I found a list of writing prompts online. I thought I should try a few out.

Also, I might not name the chapters every time. I never know what to name them.

Another note: Everyone in this chapter is 21+. Kids, don't drink before legal age!

Last thing I promise! I didn't mention this in the last chapter, but thank you guys so, so much for 8K reads! :)

Word count- 518 words

Enjoy~

It was around midnight when you got hit on by a man. You were at a bar with some friends, just wanting to hang out and have a few drinks. Being the paranoid and protective friend you are, you stayed behind as the rest of your friends went to the bathroom; you didn't want the chance that your guys' drinks could be spiked. So you sat alone at the bar, waiting for them to return.

That's when the man approached you. He reeked of alcohol, heck, you could smell it even more every time he opened his mouth to throw a comment your way. You didn't want this man anywhere near you. He was big, intimidating, and obviously drunk. He slightly stumbled with every step on his decent towards towards you.

"Heya, pretty lady, can I buy you a drink?" He slurred.

"Uh, no thanks." You replied kindly.

"Are you sure? A lady as pretty as you shouldn't be alone."

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing could seem to come out.

"She's not interested." An unknown man said as an arm wrapped around your waist. You almost pushed this man away. What was he doing?

"Who are you to say what she wants and doesn't want?" The man in front of you asked the one next to you, who now tenderly had a hand resting on your hip. Was this man... protecting you?

"She clearly told you no." The man said. "Besides, I'm her boyfriend." At the mention of the word boyfriend, the drunk man stumbled off, not even giving you another word.

The man pulled away, giving you a good look at him.

He was attractive, you had to admit. His skin and hair was very dark, especially in the dim lighting at the bar. But his eyes were what caught you the most. They were a beautiful ocean blue, and seemed to gaze into your soul.

"Thank you for that." You said shyly.

"It's nothing, really." He smiled at you. You blushed slightly at his smile. It only made him more attractive.

"Lance, come on, Keith was dared to a shot-taking contest." A heavy set man put his hand on Lance's shoulder.

Lance smiled before looking at you once more. "See ya, beautiful." Lance and Hunk left you alone at the bar.

Just then, your friends walked up to you, taking their seats and drinking their drinks. You diverted your thoughts from Lance to focus on your friends, but that didn't stop you from listening him and his friends shouting, "GO, KEITH, GO!"
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It was late when you got back home. You weren't drunk—much, but you were still able to easily to strip and change into new clothes. When you pulled your jeans down a small slip of paper fell out of the pocket. You lifted it up and read the messy but beautiful handwriting.

*** *** ****(A phone number)

Lance

You smiled, remembering the man at the bar. 'Lance, you sneaky you.'
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~Becca