shippy clothes swap.

Comment with your character + prefs + you know what to do, it's a meme.
The characters that reply are your character's significant other - and either your character or theirs is wearing an article of the other's clothing.
Why? Use your imagination! It can be as pure and innocent as one wanting to cuddle up in something warmer, somebody being chivalrous and offering up their clothing to cover a wardrobe malfunction, enjoying the scent of a loved one...or all the way up to a steamy scene where a participant slips on their partner's shirt post-coitus.
Is the whole thing cute? Weird? Sexy? Weirdly cute? IDK, as always, I'm a meme poster, not your dad.
Thread.

[ Meetings like this were the most frustrating kind, and it left Lotor not only aggravated but exhausted; the very ends of his nerves frayed by the constant disagreement. Had he been his father, no conversation would even come up. There would have been silent agreement to everything he suggested, even if it meant the death of millions and millions. Here he was trying to avoid exactly that, and the Galra of course had more issues with that than any kind of slaughter. Slaughtering was easy. Working together, that was what was difficult; but if they would just listen to him it would make it a lot easier.

Dismissing his guards, the prince, no, emperor now, runs his fingers through his hair as he enters his quarters, still looking at the documents in front of him. It's this reason that he doesn't immediately notice the other person inside, the door closing behind him with a hiss before he bothers looking up; halfway through the motion of hitting the release button on his boots on the corner of a nearby chair.

Standing before him is Princess Allura, all long legs and curves in that form fitting flight suit- wearing his nightshirt. Heat moves up the back of his neck, and he finds himself frozen, awkwardly balanced on one foot as he just blinks once, twice, and then speaks; his voice more than hoarse. ]

Princess?

[Having been waiting for so long, she hadn’t been anticipating his return to be so soon. She’s preoccupied with his scent that lingers on the shirt, so distinctly his that no amount of wash could remove it. And then she moves to looking at herself, the intimacy of wearing his nightclothes suddenly dawning on her with an even more embarrassing heat. She’s about to remove the tunic when she hears him enter, freezing like a Yelmore stunned by a laser as she stares a bit dimwittedly at the Emperor of the new Galra Empire, unsure of what to do.

He seems preoccupied, in an annoyed way that seems incredibly private and for no one else to see, and for a tick Allura feels like she should say something. But he’s already in the midst of taking off his boots, her eyes locking into his as he looks up.]

Oh! [She flushes a bright pink, hands still at her side, tunic half lifted. Then she panics a bit, utterly embarrassed, raising her hands up and away from the shirt before fumbling a bit, settling with clasping her hands behind her back. She rocks up and down on the balls of her feet, attempting to play this off as nothing.] Lotor!

[er......]

How was the meeting?

[ He distinctly remembers telling her that he would return and meet her when he was finished with his meeting, but he had assumed that meant back on the Castle of Lions, not....in his private chambers. How had she even gotten inside? Did his guard just assume--

The lilac of his skin is now a pretty maroon at the cheeks and neck, and he straightens after a moment, swallowing hard. This was...incredibly inappropriate in a multitude of ways, but he can't take his eyes away from the hem of his shirt dusting at her hips (she had grown in size, the first time he had witnessed her use those Altean abilities) and he has to drag them back up to her face after quite a bit of effort silencing the less polite parts of his brain. ]

Less productive than I had hoped. [ A pause, and then: ] Are you... cold? I have plenty you can wear if that is the case.

[Well, the guard certainly assumed something of Allura when she told him that Lotor had requested a private audience with her following his meeting. And Allura certainly thought little of the way the guard smirked at her when allowing her in.

But now, Allura is thinking a lot of things, not missing the way his skin is flushed and how...intriguing it his to see him caught off-guard. Though it's a bit difficult to wrap her head around any particular feeling other than being utterly mortified at being caught in doing something so juvenile, and now he knows she's been snooping around his room as opposed to waiting patiently for his arrival like a proper dignitary.

She had hoped her question would distract from the current issue at hand, but it doesn't, and his question only serves her to blush an even deeper red.]

No! [The truth answers faster than taking the opportunity to lie and make an excuse, her voice coming out in a bit of a squeak. Then, a pause on her end, a cough, and:] I-I mean...yes. I was a bit chilly waiting for you here, so I... [She gestures a bit vaguely. There's a desire to shrink, but she's remaining at a height similar to his. Shrinking would only make her look more guilty now...] Took some liberties in finding something to layer on.

[Nevermind the fact that her flightsuit, as tight as it may be, is thermo-regulated and far better at keeping her body temperature at a comfortable level than any old tunic. Not to mention her strained, flustered look isn't giving much credence to her lie.]

My apologies...

[ She's blushing. Stumbling over her words. Had she really just been trying on his clothing for no reason at all?

It gives him a moment to center himself, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he lets his shoulders relax, regaining his composure. His boot has already opened, the front leaning forward at a dangerous angle, and he takes a moment to take it off, and then the other, placing them neatly near the door.

Relax. This was unexpected, but not in itself unwanted. ]

There is no reason to apologize. If anything, I should be apologizing to you for making you wait in such conditions.

[ He hesitates ever so slightly, before reaching up and releasing the clasps to his armor, lifting the breastplate up and over his head, before setting it down as well. The lines of his suit are still heavy, but the bulk of his shoulders are greatly reduced, and he walks past her with a confidant step to reach into the closet.

No, no, no- ah. This.

He pulls out a coat, the fabric actually soft and downy, and he turns and wraps it around her shoulders, a quirk to his lips as he takes note of how he barely has to look down to meet her eyes like this. ]

I hope this will be adequate.

[Allura's composure, however, remains all the more stilted, awkward, mainly because she's the one caught and now finding herself giving in to a lie. Which is never something she's been good at but-- well

At least Lotor seems to be buying it. Or at the very least, is playing along for her sake.

But something inside her had stirred when she took a moment from her mortification to realize she's caught him off-guard, a certain vulnerability she hadn't expected from him, and she finds herself remiss as he seems to melt easily back into his usual easy candor. But, despite that, as he continues to remove his armour, that same stirring feeling returns, breath catching a bit in her throat, and while the cut of his figure remains relatively the same dressed down from his usual attire, seeing his lean frame out of armour remains--

Oh.

She's staring.

As he walks past her, she averts her gaze, biting her lip, though the tension in her shoulders slowly loosens as she hears him peruse in his closet some ways beside her. And upon the sound of him finally pulling something out of the closet, she meets his gaze head-on (something she's not quite used to, even though she chose to be this tall) and with the way his arms are about her as he wraps the coat around her shoulders she blushes even brighter.]

Y-yes. [She brings her hands up to further wrap the coat around her like a shawl, still looking at him.] It is indeed adequate. Very warm.

[And. Very...very close.

She glances down towards his mouth, noting the smirk, glancing away once more as her figure finally shrinks down to her natural size, both the coat and the tunic fitting her more like a short dress. Her flightsuit beneath, however, remains ever-fitted]

Thank you, Lotor.

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