|| voltron x reader ||

Modern AU || Lotor x Reader

soft lotor;
out of character lotor;

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It is currently 10:03 pm and your drowning in a wave of emotions.

"This doesn't make any fucking sense," You groaned in frustration while tugging your hair.

Kicking back in your seat, you tossed your pencil angrily on the desk eyeing the paper titled "Pre-Calc Test Review," that laid in front of you. You glared at the assignment viscously.

It's been at least 2 hours and you couldn't concentrate. Every problem was a galaxy of confusion and disaster waiting to happen. Usually you would be snuggled up in bed and reading a good fic, but nope.

"I'm going to kill this teacher." You seethed, angrily. Before being tempted to grab a pack of matches and burn the assignment, your phone vibrated. You annoyingly reached for it and turned it on.

You scanned past the messages you received until you approached one that caught your eye. It was a recent message from Lotor.

Prince Loser, 2 minutes ago: help

You rose an eyebrow at the message and quickly responded back.

You: what?

Instantly your phone made a 'ping' sound before you got the chance to set it down again.

Prince Loser, now: call me

Concern rose onto your brow as you dialed Lotors cell.

"What did this boy do now?" You mumbled under your breath. After several of rings the male finally picked up.

"Pardon [Name], but could you come get me?" The voice of your friend was rushed, as he took no break to ask.

"What the fuck?" You coldly said, more as a question. You could practically feel Lotor wincing through the phone at your voice.

Geez, you couldn't blame yourself for being rude right now. School was ticking you off and he wasn't making it any better by asking you for a ride.

"It is late. What are you doing?" You pestered the male with the question. He kept quiet for a brief moment, before taking a breath to speak.

"I..uhh.." He spoke, his accent sounding heavier than it already is.

Heavier..

"Wait a minute.." You nonchalantly said, coming to a conclusion.

"Don't tell me you are drinking again Lotor!" You yelled as your voice laced with more worry than angry.

Once again the male kept quiet. You heard a faint sniff and clearing of his throat in the background. "I'll send you the location."

Before you had a chance to ask 'why' and protest, the call ended. You slowly pulled away and stared at your phone in disbelief.

"Great."

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You turned around the corner and into a small lot, where the boy was waiting. You notice him in the varsity jacket of your guys school. He was blowing air and watching it, since it was a little chilly and he found it amusing.

From what you could see, Lotor looked like a full on mess. His hair was all over the place, and his eyes displayed sadness.

You scoffed at the site of 3 bottles, sprawled around him, including the one he held in his masculine hand. Lotor took notice of your presence after you slammed the car door closed.