(Request: 189 and 199 for lotor and s/o please! i want playful and fluffy lotor 🙏🙏🙏)
189. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed??”
199. “You owe me a kiss.”
(I’m living for all these Lotor requests 💜)
You most definitely weren’t supposed to be napping in Prince Lotor’s bed. You couldn’t help yourself though. Sure, the bed your leader and Prince had provided you was comfortable enough, but you just preferred his. It was fit for royalty (obviously) and was the most comfortable thing you’d ever laid upon. It began one day when you’d been looking for said Prince and accidentally stumbled into his room on the ship. You’d sat down on it, waiting for him to return from what you assumed was some late evening training with his other Generals and ended up passing out. You awoke within the next few hours all snuggled up into his plush sheets, embarrassed but well rested, glad he still hadn’t returned. You soon learned that he trained late every other evening. You may or may not have started sneaking into his room those evenings to take naps in his bed. Lotor never found out of course. You always made sure you were out before he returned. Well, until you slept in just a little too late one evening, that is.
You were exhausted. You, Lotor, and his other Generals had been at it for God knows how long. The mission was long and hard, and you’d expected Lotor to do his usual routine after. So, you trekked up to his room after your shower and crawled into his comfy silk sheets, burying your face into a pillow and drifting off almost immediately. You must have been a lot sleepier than you thought, because you didn’t wake up until you heard someone clearing their throat. Your eyes felt like lead, but you were conscious enough to know that Lotor was in the room and too tired to care.
“(Y/n)? Do you care to explain why you’re in my bed?”
“Napping. Shh.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes and rolling back over. You were spread out across the bed like a week’s washing. Lotor quirks a brow.
“Did you just shush me?”
“Mhm. Sleep. Go away.” He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed???”
“Sleep with me then, just stop interrupting mine.” You grumble, your sleepy brain losing all filter. Lotor snickers but complies, letting out a sigh of defeat.
“Move over then.” You scoot over, making room for him. He slides in beside of you, taking up the other half of the bed. You felt soft fabric brush against your legs and knew that he was also dressed for bed.
“C’mere.” You mumble, stretching your arms out and making lazy motions for him to move closer to you. He does so instantly. You wrap your arms around his midsection and bury your face into his chest. “Warmth.” Lotor wasn’t even warm blooded being Galra and all, but you still just wanted the feel of contact. Like I said, you were too groggy to care at this point. Lotor’s face turned a mixture of red and purple when you snuggled into him like it was no big deal, but the Galran Prince wrapped his own arms around you anyways. He decided you are much too comfortable in his bed for this to have been the only time you’ve slept there.
“Do you do this often, love?” He questions you, absentmindedly stroking your hair. You nod, your eyes still closed.
“Your bed is softer than mine.” You grumble into his shirt. “And it smells nice.” He lets out a
quiet laugh.
“You’re welcome any time. Just warn me beforehand and I’ll come and join you.”
“Please do. Also, you owe me a kiss.” Lotor nearly chokes on the air he was breathing. You had to be half asleep. That was the only explanation for why you were acting like this. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling softly down at your nearly sleeping form.
“I’ll give you a real kiss when you wake up, (Y/n).” He sighs contently, falling into a stage of blissful unconsciousness, you intertwined with him happily.
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