Voltron x Reader; Preferences and Oneshots

{Vampire!Lance x Reader}; Forever Seventeen

"Wait- what do you mean by the 'pool'? Is this private property? I am so sorry-" You questioned, trying not to become invested in this man and his strange words.

"No, no. You're good. Let me explain."
He gave you a sympathetic smile and sorrowfully bent brows, yet you couldn't really tell the deepness to the emotion with the dark shades covering his eyes. He was truly odd, and you couldn't get enough of it.

"That's good that you're out of that situation, and don't apologize. I'm glad you're here. Lastly, no, the pool is a public sanctuary built to keep solitude for the magic and mystical." He began explaining, and with you confused and interested, you sat in silence for a few minutes as you pondered.

"Tell me, what perfume do you use?" He asked, a terrible way of breaking the ice as his head turns fully towards you. You're snapped back to reality from thinking about his question. Mystical and magical?...

"Umm," Odd question, but you could trust him, right?; "I actually only threw on deodorant today. Is it that bad?.." you asked, pinching your shirt and lifting it to see if your odor was a problem. You smelled fine, but you never knew what scent could be off to another person.

"No, no. You smell good, actually." The man chuckled a bit to himself, adding the last part as if it were a normal conversation topic. He lightly patted your hand to let you release your shirt.

"Wait, did you say magic before? What are you, a werewolf?" You humorously asked, remembering his previous statement.

"Definitely not. Are you sure you want to know?" There's a glint in his eye. Eager, yet mischievous. You nod slowly, and he grins excitedly. "The name's Lance, Lance McClain. Born 1920, died 1937." He stood up and bowed, making sure his parasol didn't leave the hovering spot above his head.

"This is a prank." You muttered, standing up and getting ready to leave.

"You think this is a joke? Ouch, I have to say I'm hurt." He awkwardly stood beside you, smiling nervously. He knew he sounded crazy, and he knew that how you choose to react to it was up to you. But deep down, he didn't want you to leave.

"You smell good."

"You already said that, and it's irrelevant and creepy. I should go."

"What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"I'm a vampire, Y/N."

"Okay, you're actually insane. I'm out." You stated, slightly confused and mostly afraid of this psychotic stranger. You hustled yourself to speed up and leave, but he grabbed your hand, using some sort of insane speed and strength to sit you back down.

"That's what they all say, but watch their faces when they get a load of these!" He grinned at you, showing off a pair of sharp canines in his midteeth.

"You have no idea how bad I want to believe you right now, but I'm about 99% sure those are props." You replied, your hands hesitating in the air, wanting to touch them. Your mind was screaming danger. A stranger telling you that they're a vampire, possibly your third most awkward first impression.

"Try to take them off. Or the ears, no one ever notices the ears." He says, unnaturally giddy. He pointed to the side of his head with his free hand, and you leaned a little to see his pointy ears. You tugged at it, and he winced. Stroking your finger over it, looking for an end of the tip, he calmed instantly. "Don't pet me, it makes me sleepy."