#romelleweek

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mermaid romelle /// day 7 (mermaid/free day) of @romelle-fest

[romelle-fest]

Three Days Left 💛

Who's ready for Romelle Week? 👉😎👉 Remember the general theme of this event is "AU" so the prompts are related to it, however if you want to participate but don't want to follow the prompts, that's totally fine! Just be sure to tag your works as "#romelle week", #romelleweek", "romelle week fest", or just mention this blog and I'll reblog your contribution n.n

Thanks so much for the support! Here is the list of the prompts. You can do as many as you want:

Day 1 (08/24): Coffeeshop/Flowershop

Day 2 (08/25): Musical/Band

Day 3 (08/26): Genderbend/Role Swap

Day 4 (08/27): Soulmate/Apocalypse

Day 5 (08/28): Disney/Pokemon

Day 6 (08/29): Hogwarts/How To Train Your Dragon

Day 7 (08/30): Mermaid/Free Day

Feel free to send your questions! ~ Mod Ina ✨

[rosy--bee]

Romelle Band AU Headcanons!

- Romelle plays the ukulele

- Bandor plays an array of percussion instruments

- Coran plays guitar

- Allura sings lead vocal

- Its a human AU but they're called the Alteans

- Romelle often gets solos were she sings a bit

- They are a small band

- They do local shows

- Allura and Romelle have crushes on eachother but are oblivious

- Bandor often tells Romelle to just go for it

- Everytime Romelle goes to confess she chickens out

[apple8ees]

Day 1

(hhhhhh I’m so late I’m sorry) Romelle heard the familiar jangling of the bells that hung above the door to her workplace, letting in yet another human craving a caffeine fix, and sometimes (read: rarely) one who ordered pastries. Yep. She worked at a coffee shop. Under normal circumstances, Romelle wouldn’t really be that annoyed by her work. Heck, she might even enjoy it. But it’s not really normal circumstances when your brother commits suicide, is it? Confused at just why the line has ended with the previous amount of customers, she looks up, trying to understand why the newcomers haven’t ordered yet. And immediately regrets it. Standing by a girl with luscious white hair, tan- nay, brown skin, and clad in the Altea Academy uniform, is him. Lotor. The man who made her brother’s life a living hell at Pollux High is standing in front of her with his arm around the daughter of Alfor King, successor to Voltron Inc. She’s so distracted by the couple that she doesn’t even notice the person who slips in with only the slightest rustle of the bells (which makes sense, they’re supposed to alert her to new customers. Stupid bells) and send a quick nod in way of greeting towards the two, more specifically the girl, and walks up to the counter. She doesn’t even hear him apparently call her several times, or knock on the counter. She does, however, notice when he boops her. “What the-!” She yelps, startled by the sudden touch. The man in front of her stifles a snort. “Look, I know Allura is good looking and all that, but you’re not really getting paid for ogling the customers. I’d like to order a caramel Frappuccino, please.” Romelle calls the order and starts to prepare the drink, acting as defiant as possible so as not to let on how impressed she is by his ability to berate her and place an order in one breath, or the fact that he didn’t automatically assume that she was checking out the girl’s (did he call her Allura?) companion, like most perceptive customers do. She’s considering rethinking first impressions when she hears him chuckling. She whips around, still holding the cup for his dang order (it’s also fricking decaf, what the frick) and fixes him with the death glare she perfected the week after Bandor, causing the stares and the rumours to wither away. “What. Is. So. Fricking. Funny.” The man raises his hands in mock surrender, smiling sheepishly at her. “Sorry, I just found it amusing that you called the order right before making it yourself.” Romelle just glares at him, not getting his amusement. “I’m the only employee working now.” The man gives up, winking at her as he makes his over to the receiving counter to wait for his drink and possibly play with the coffee stirrers (it’s happened before). Completely and totally done with the day in general, she finishes the order and yells, “Mullet!” before slamming the order on the counter. The guy just smirks, takes the drink and walks away, again only barely rustling the bells. It isn’t till her shift ends and the couple is long gone that she sees a wadded up napkin by the counter. That jerk. She picks it up, about to throw it out, but hesitates. There’s writing on it. She unravels the crumpled paper and finds a name, number, address, date, and note asking her to meet him sometime, as well as a fricking pickup line. “Hey Ro, you alright?” She’s startled out of her embarrassment by her coworkers concern. “I’m fine, Acxa.” It’s not like that one customer who acted like a jerk literally asked her out and gave her his fricking number. Well. It might not be that terrible. —End— Hhhhhhhhhhh this was so rushed I’m so sorry. Bonus: “Keith, calm down.” “I ACTED LIKE LANCE HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN.” “Hey!” “I WROTE DOWN A FRICKING PICKUP LINE, STOP LAUGHING PIDGE!” “Keith you really are a disaster.” “I know Hunk. Believe me, I know.”

[fuchsschatten]

Romelle Week Day 2 - Musicals

“Oh my Enchantress, oh such a beautiful Thing! Charming, charming~”

I chose the song Charming from Natasha, Pierre and the great Comet of 1812  :)

The characters in the song aren’t really close, so this can be either Platonic Altean Girlfriends or Romellura I guess :’3

[arkadraws-moved]

Love Blooms

Relationship: Acxelle (Acxa/Romelle), background Zaggar / Zanerva (Zarkon/Honerva) Rating: T Verse: N/A

Warning: mentions of brainwashing, mentions of child abuse, mentions of death

BIG shoutout to @fluffy-keef​ for the beta!

Summary

Guns of Gamara AU - Gunslinger Romelle helps Acxa recover from hoktril influence. Things got gay.

read on ao3 ⭐ buy me a coffee? 

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I.

“I brought you breakfast”, Romelle announced as she entered her and Acxa’s shared room. On the bed, Acxa looked up from the datapad she was reading and smiled thinly.

“How are you feeling today?” Romelle asked as she slipped to sit next to her.

Acxa bit the bottom of her lips, confusion flashing in her face. Romelle waited patiently as the half Galra flailed her hands, trying to find the word to describe the feeling she felt. The expression, while cute, was kind of sad.

Acxa was a Half Galra that the Guns of Gamara saved from some governor’s house. While Honerva could successfully remove the hoktril from her, its influence still plagued her. Apparently, her handler put it on while she was still very young. Now that she was freed from it, she still had a hard time recovering and figuring out her own emotions.

It made Romelle nauseous to think about; who could be so heartless to put such an abominable device on a child? She knew the Empire was evil, but this was on a whole different level of evil. It made her blood boil with rage, one that she knew she would weaponize during her next missions.

“It’s alright if you can’t describe it yet”, Romelle reassured, placing her hand on Acxa’s shoulder.

“No, no! I almost got it", Acxa spluttered. “I think I’m… hungry?”

“Well, I got that covered already”, Romelle smiled and put the tray she was carrying on the table next to Acxa’s bed. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No. I like… when you’re around”, Acxa replied shyly. “If you’re not busy?”

Romelle blushed at that. She had a training session in thirty doboshes, but she supposed she could stay for awhile.

“Alright then”, Romelle settled on the bed.

While Acxa ate, Romelle chattered about every mundane thing she did around the Guns of Gamara headquarters. While she was no longer a new recruit, the Guns of Gamara was so severely understaffed that all Gunslingers available at the headquarters were expected to do multiple chores a day—even high-ranked Gunslingers like Honerva and Zarkon did so too.

“I wish I could do something more to help”, Acxa said with a small crease between her brows.

“It’s alright!” Romelle reassured her with a bright smile. “You focus on getting better first. Then, you can help us out all you want!” She ended with punching the air.

Acxa giggled and Romelle smiled with her. The sound made it feel like a thousand suns burned inside Romelle’s chest, filling her with warmth and determination.

She would give everything in the Universe to make Acxa laugh.

—

II.

After breakfast, Romelle’s routine continued with her being pummelled onto the training mat.

She wheezed as she tried to gather her bearings. It felt like she just got hit by an angry klan-müirl, except this was even worse. At least a klan-müirl did not frown in disappointment at her if she failed to dodge its attack.

“End training session”, Zarkon clapped his hands, before helping Romelle up to her feet. His signature ‘worried but disappointed’ look was etched onto his face. “You seem out of focus today.”

From the corner of her eyes, Romelle could see Acxa standing outside the training mat. She stuck out amongst the other Gunslingers who were waiting for their turn. There was clear worry painted on her face.

When Romelle turned her attention back to Zarkon, she found his ears perking up in amusement. Romelle groaned and covered her face in embarrassment.

“I see…” Zarkon hummed, smirking knowingly.

“It’s not—” Romelle paused, sighing. “Look, Z, can we just go back to throwing me to the training mat?”

Zarkon complied, warm smile on his face at the little nickname, and the training continued. Romelle tried to keep her focus on Zarkon, but it was… hard. Her gaze kept being pulled to where Acxa was standing—her fists were raised and her ears perked up in excitement. When their eyes met, she gave Romelle two thumbs-up.

It gave her some kind of boost.

Zarkon was never known to pull his punches and he noticed that Romelle was out of focus again. He was about to use it to his own advantage, when instead, Romelle redirected his attack back to him. One on one, he was no match with her Altean superstrength and she managed to throw him to the floor, though he balanced himself rather quickly.

Zarkon took off his stance and laughed, praises coming out of his mouth, but Romelle’s attention was back to Acxa, who cheered on her the loudest.

“Can you teach me how to fight?” Acxa asked after the training session ended for real and they were heading to do their chores.

When Romelle was not out on a mission, she and Acxa would often spend time together. Incidentally, most of their daily chore schedule matched (which had the leadership’s digital fingerprints all over it, those nosy old farts).

—

III.

“Are you done with the bathroom?” Romelle asked, poking her head into said bathroom where Acxa was supposed to be cleaning. Instead, she found her sitting on the floor, gutting the cleaning droid with a scary expression on her face. “Um.”

“I—” Acxa looked up and flustered. “The cleaning droid got something stuck in it, so… um.”

She twisted a part of the droid and it hummed back to life. Acxa released it from her palm and it whirred away, happily sucking on grime and filth from the bathroom walls and floor.

“You fixed it? I— I can’t believe— How did you do that?!” Romelle pointed at the droid. “How did you know how to fix it?”

“I read up its schematics earlier”, Acxa answered. “It looked easy enough.”

Easy? Stars, it took Romelle two years studying engineering before she could figure out how to reroute surveillance droids—and Acxa learned it in one sitting? “Wow… You’re a genius!”

Acxa blushed purple.

—

IV.

Once the chores were done and the night was late, they sat side by side on the observatory deck, staring at the blue giant star slowly being swallowed by the twin black holes. There was some kind of metaphor there that described their small group of resistance, but honestly, Romelle was too tired to think about one.

“When I was little”, Acxa spoke up all of a sudden. “Before… everything. Before that, my mother would tell me that the stars were flowers planted by Mother Universe.”

Romelle thought back about her own mother, who told her that all the stars in the Universe belonged to the Altea Empire. Her mother was a Sacred Altean, while her father was a lieutenant—the two of them disowned her when she joined the Guns of Gamara.

“She sounds like a nice person”, Romelle said diplomatically.

Acxa hummed in agreement, before speaking up again. “I don’t remember what happened to her. They put it on me right after I was ripped from her arms. I don’t…” she paused, choking on her own words. Tears began to form in her eyes. “I don’t know if she’s still alive out there or not.”

Realistically, Romelle knew that the chance in finding Acxa’s family would be next to nothing. Non-Altean beings simply did not have a good chance of survival as long as the Altea Empire was still standing and ever-expanding its influence. But still, she wanted to help Acxa reunite with her family—after everything that she had been through, she deserved it.

And she knew exactly where to ask.

—

V.

“How’s Acxa?” Honerva asked as soon as Romelle entered the command room, already dressed in her Gunslinger uniform.

The older Altean had her attention focused on the screens before her, but apparently that didn’t stop her from being a noisy old lady. Romelle rolled her eyes and shut the door behind her.

“I see that”, Honerva chided. “And quit pouting.”

Romelle blushed. “I do not pout!”

“Sure, you are”, Honerva said, turning with a knowing smirk on her aged face. “It’s nice to be young. I still remember when Zarkon and I were hopelessly pining for each other back when we were younger.”

“Can we start with mission debrief already?” Romelle groaned. She absolutely did not need to know about her superiors’ romantic endeavor back when they were younger… whenever that was.

“You have not answered my question yet”, Honerva pointed out. “How is Acxa?”

With a sigh, Romelle told her that Acxa would be best put as one of the engineers. She also told Honerva about the cleaning droid thing from a few quintants ago—and the Guns of Gamara always needed new engineers anyway. Honerva listened intently, and eventually, their conversation moved onto the actual mission debrief.

Finally, Romelle thought fiercely. She had been keeping anger inside her chest—and now she could let it out.

—

VI.

And let it out she did—and Romelle wished she hadn’t. The mission was difficult and bloody, and three Gunslingers in their group perished. Romelle had never been so glad that she and Narti made it out alive; and she had never been so regretful about letting her emotions interfere with her judgement.

“I’ll catch up with you”, Romelle told Narti once they walked out of the ship. Narti’s eyeless, expressionless face lingered to her direction, her tail flicking in distress, but eventually she left Romelle alone in the hangar.

Romelle slumped against the wall and sobbed into her knees.

It was her fault—her fault that Alea, Kartos, and Agyr died. She gave the order to stay for a few ticks to save those Galra prisoners, instead of pulling out immediately. She should’ve known better. They shouldn’t have died. She was lucky that Narti (and Kova) made it out alive despite everything. Despite her failure.

Footsteps echoed in the hangar and Romelle quickly wiped her tears away. “I’m not in the mood for a lecture, Honerva.”

“I’m… not Honerva”, Acxa’s voice rang clear in the silent hangar. The Half Galra knelt next to her, her hand gently clasped Romelle’s shoulder. “I overheard what happened. I’m so sorry.”

Romelle hid her face again and felt shame and embarrassment washing over her. While she could bear Honerva and Zarkon’s disappointment, she didn’t think she couldn’t handle it if it came from Acxa.

But then the most surprising thing happened—Acxa hugged her, hesitant but gentle. Romelle leaned into the hug, equally hesitant, until their bodies pressed into each other.

“I couldn’t save them. Your parents. I couldn’t save them… I’m sorry”, Romelle sobbed. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Honerva would tell her that she was not one to blame, while Zarkon would privately and silently mourn the loss of both their Gunslingers and the Galra prisoners.

But Acxa… Acxa was quiet—she didn’t blame her, nor did she offer false reassurance. Her hug was tight and it spoke I’m here, I’m here, and that—

— that was enough for her.

Romelle didn’t know how long she cried, but when she was done, her eyes felt swollen and her heart felt lighter. Acxa wiped her tears with the sleeve of her tunic and Romelle tried to hide her embarrassment.

“How do you feel?” Acxa asked.

Romelle cried once again.

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

floral wlw + romellura (day 7: free day) for @romelle-fest​

[romelle-fest]

Hey, guys! Thank you so much for your support! Are you prepared for Romelle Week? Remember to use the tags “#romelle week” and “#romelleweek”, or simply @ “romelle-fest” 💛

Again, thanks for your interest! And remember you can follow or just ignore the prompts for the week. Create the things you want to and have fun doing so! ~ Mod Ina ✨

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

ROMELLE WEEK - DAY 2

Since it’s Musical/Band day for @romelle-fest, I had some headcanons!

Romelle is the lead singer of a two-person screamo band

She does basically all of the vocals (Bandor plays keyboard)

Her color scheme is black and pale blue and a baby pink

Her trademark is the elf-like ears she glues on for every performance

Lotor is the shady and mysterious owner of the record company

ROMELLE DOING SCREAMO IS AMAZING AND YALL KNOW IT

[rosy--bee]

Budding Beginnings

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15784275

Romelle walked outside of the shop, a metal water can in her right hand. She began to water the outdoor plants and she hummed a little tune for herself. Today just felt like a good day, the sun was out and it was warming her back instead of making herself feel as if she's on fire.

There was an array of plants outside and she made sure each of them got the appropriate amount of water for that day.

Once she finished, Romelle retreated back inside the flower shop. There was only so much you could do until you've done all of the productive things. She sat behind the counter and browsed through her phone in complete boredom. With a ding of a bell she sat up and saw a dark skinned woman with long silver hair. Romelle just kind of stared for a moment before catching herself, "Hello! Can I help you find anything today?" She called a little too loudly from the counter which startled the woman but he smile quickly grew again.

"That be great!" The woman said, walking closer to the counter instead of aimlessly walking around. "Okay, what are you looking for today?" Romelle asked, hoping she wasn't getting flowers for someone else, that was one of the main downfalls of this job, if you meet someone here they are normally getting flowers for someone else. "I'm just looking for something to brighten my house." The dirty blonde girl gave a sigh of relief before going over to some of the flowers, Romelle began to collect a some of the potted flowers to show her, maybe the woman didn't know flower meanings and symbolism but Romelle would send her own type of 'message' with them. Some irises to compliment her, and white orchids to express purity which seemed of her, there were a few extra flowers in the selection too, Romelle thought they would look grand just sitting in someone's house. "These are lovely!" The woman chirped as she payed for them and picked them up, "My name is Allura, by the way. Maybe we can, I don't know, hang out sometime?" She said, a small blush across her cheeks as she wrote her phone number down and have it to Romelle. "I'm Romelle, and yeah, that be great." She smiled, her face flushing as well.

"I'll see you around!"

Just like that she was out the door.

- Day One of @romelle-fest -

[rosy--bee]

~ Romelle Role Swap AU ~

*cracks knuckles* it is 11:09pm, let's do this!

Romelle is a princess, daughter of Alfor and

She flies the blue lion

Her advisor is Bandor

Allura is one of Lotor's Alteans

Her Uncle, Coran was brought to the New Colony but crashed a stolen Altean pod onto the planet

[apple8ees]

Day 3

(Catching up y’all) “How do we know you’re really Romelle and not her cooler, ripped older sister?” “I DON’T have TIME for this, Rahz!” Came her exasperated response. “Hey everybody, Romelle’s back!” Rahz replied, not missing a beat. She ignored her loud, if overly affectionate friend, and instead turned to her brother. “Hey Bandit.” Bandor let out a little huff. “I hate when you call me that.” She ruffled his hair, laughing slightly at the pout on his face. “Bandor?” Romelle turned around to see two (well, three, but she’s not really gonna count the wolf) aliens standing behind her, one Galra, the other an (admittedly handsome) Altean. Bandor’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of the Galra’s voice, as he asked, voice and legs shaky, “Dad?” Finek smiled gently at the younger male, arms extending slightly as he replied, “Hello, son.” Petrulius, who along with Gnautu, Prince Mattian and Ronith, suddenly burst out, “You are their daaaaad~” The others, joining in, shouted, “You’re their dad! Boogie woogie woogie!” Romelle facepalmed. Rahz frowned. “But seriously, Mel, you just show up with your dad, a quiznaking wolf and an ALTEAN?” Ronith chimed in. “I’m still waiting for the story behind the Altean!” (Flashback) “So this is the second colony?” “Seems like it. Stay sharp, Romelle.” Romelle followed her fathers lead into the Galran development, their companion and the wolf following close behind. Finek pried the doors open, and led them into a room filled with… pods? Keith walked up to one of the pods and wiped some dust off, before recoiling. “Pidge! What’s happening to her?!” Romelle met his panicked expression with one of dawning realization and horror at the state of the girl in the tube. Finek looked nauseous. “This must be some sort of… quintessence harvesting facility,” He looked down. “I’m sorry, Keith.” Romelle gulped, swallowing down bile and potential vomit. “Hey, Keith?” Purple eyes met her bright pink ones, glistening with the wetness of tears. “Yes?” Romelle fidgeted a little. “Um, do you know how old Pidge would be in human years?” Keith frowned, a stray tear slipping down his cheek. “How many quintants are in one of your years?” “365.” Keith’s lower lip trembled almost imperceptibly. “Then she’d have been… about 15 years old.” The nausea increased, along with the almost-retches. She didn’t bother to stop them. (End flashback) Romelle glanced at the Altean man, wondering what to say. Finek put his hand on her shoulder. Romelle took a deep breath, her gaze not leaving her young male companion. “This is Keith, and I think he should tell his own story.”

[romelle-fest]

Three Days Left 💛

Who's ready for Romelle Week? 👉😎👉 Remember the general theme of this event is "AU" so the prompts are related to it, however if you want to participate but don't want to follow the prompts, that's totally fine! Just be sure to tag your works as "#romelle week", #romelleweek", "romelle week fest", or just mention this blog and I'll reblog your contribution n.n

Thanks so much for the support! Here is the list of the prompts. You can do as many as you want:

Day 1 (08/24): Coffeeshop/Flowershop

Day 2 (08/25): Musical/Band

Day 3 (08/26): Genderbend/Role Swap

Day 4 (08/27): Soulmate/Apocalypse

Day 5 (08/28): Disney/Pokemon

Day 6 (08/29): Hogwarts/How To Train Your Dragon

Day 7 (08/30): Mermaid/Free Day

Feel free to send your questions! ~ Mod Ina ✨

[romelle-fest]

Day 5!!!

I know what exactly I want to draw for today's prompt but I can't because I need to finish the other days first agdgfghjkll ~ Mod Ina ✨

[romelle-fest]

Day 4~ 💚

Personally, I really love today's prompts! I'm trying my best to post my works today! School is being a... An inconvenience but it's ok n.n Let's create! ~ Mod Ina ✨

[rosy--bee]

Your So Alluring

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15821250

Romelle sat in her living room, a teal ink pen in her hand, she drew the crosses for tic tac toe on her left arm and a small question mark next to it. Soon there was a pink X in the middle, Romelle smiled to herself and put a teal O in the top right. The game ended with her soulmate winning, Romelle quickly wrote 'rematch?' and the pink writing began to set up another game. The blonde girl enjoyed playing games with her soulmate, they would talk sometimes too, about classes, family, though Romelle didn't talk about her own family often. They were both in college but haven't asked each other where exactly they went, they don't know each other name's but that's the point, you don't tell your soulmate your name, once you find them, your brain just tells you it's them once you've grown your bond strong enough.

One day it happened.

Romelle was working her usual shift at the café when a dark-skinned girl game in. As soon as Romelle saw her, something in her brain was telling her that ’Allura’ walked through that door. She grabbed a pen and wrote, ”Hi Allura.” On the back of her hand. The woman looked up and dug a pen out of her purse before writing, something on the back of her own hand.

”Hello, Romelle.”