#romiro

Romelle gives Shiro a little motivation to help him finish his work.

contains: sexy roleplayer!Romelle, sexting, masturbating.

Awww, I love that!  Maybe it starts one day when they happen to land next to a calm lake while they do a supply run.  And Shiro pauses and frowns at his reflection, running his hand through his hair.  When Romelle asks what’s wrong, Shiro glances over and asks how old she thinks he looks.

She tells him he looks about 200 years old to him, which makes Shiro freeze completely at the cheerful tone mixed with what feels like an insult.  She pauses, confused by his reaction, and it takes them a while to realize Alteans are longer lived, so she means, like, 20-25, which does make Shiro feel better.

And later, yes, he finds her quiet and forlorn one day, and he’s not sure why.  At first he just keeps an eye out, but when she doesn’t say anything, he finally speaks up.  Romelle admits she doesn’t always feel comfortable in her body.  Shiro gives her a very bland smile and admits he knows how that feels.  Then he asks if there’s anything he can do to help, and they end up raiding Allura and Lance’s stuff for face masks and nail polish.  Shiro explains that nail polish isn’t inherently feminine, but it has an association, and if they feel weird about their bodies then what better way to deal with it than to change it themselves, even if such a little way?  It’s a small thing, but it’s proactive and fun.

So they do each other’s nails, and both of them do an absolutely shit job, because Romelle has never used the little brushes before and Shiro’s doing it left handed, but it’s fun and by the end they’re laughing and giving each other dramatic compliments on each other’s bodies  (”your hair is like starlight - I like it” “well your hair is like sunshine made into a halo”  “a what now?”).

When everyone gets back, they find the two of them pressed up next to each other, still snickering and declaring the other’s attractiveness.  Which is... new.  We were gone for like four hours.  What happened?

From there it gets more subtle, but when one looks down, the other will start offering compliments, and it becomes their Thing.  Eventually it doesn’t even have to be just a pick-me-up.  They just start doing it for fun and it gets silly, or sometimes sweet. (Romelle can dip Shiro and he’s Very Impressed.  She loves it when he scoops her up and spins her around to make her hair fly out.  Romelle also learns about cheek kisses and begins to apply them liberally, which takes Shiro some time to get used to, but then he really likes.)  

I’m banking it on being Princess Romelle because Romelle’s colors, ponytail, looks very similar to Allura (which was a majot plot line back in DOTU when Romelle was revealed to be Allura’s long lost cousin), and she uses a bow just like Romelle.

Lauren Montgomery did also state her favorite DOTU character was Princess Romelle.

So to go with that I wrote something very quickly because I still think the Shiro we see now is Kuron so he could be VLD’s version of the GoLion character, Ryou aka Takashi/Shiro’s twin brother. While Shiro is a composite character of Sven from DOTU and Takashi from GoLion. But enough about that I have this fun idea of Shiro being transported to Romelle’s hidden planet of surviving Altaens at the end of season 2 because the black lion knew Shiro would be safe with them. Basically Allura has a cousin just like in DOTU, except her name is Amue, Romelle’s GoLion counterpart. She was the reason some of the Altaens survived but I digress, basically I am Sven/Romelle trash ever since I was a kid and I’ve been DYING for her to show up because I want her and Shiro to meet. This probably may not be what happens in the show but indulge me for some harmless fun. Here is my version of Shiro and Romelle meeting.

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They were so few, their population had to stay hidden, if the Galra ever discovered there were survivors...no Romelle couldn’t let her mind go there. Pollux had kept them safely hidden for thousands of years but it wasn’t lasting. The planet was dying. Every year food became even more scarce, the crops could no longer thrive, the planet’s climate slowly but surely changed over the centuries. Every year their numbers dwindled. They retreated to below the surface, salvaged what they could and attempted to find ways to create crops. As the princess she had to remain strong.

She felt it was foolhardy to stay on Pollux any longer. Her father, King Coba never listened, he was far too stubborn and he died stubborn. She hoped her older brother would be a different kind of king and listen to reason. But Avok would not, he was just as stubborn and foolhardy as their father.

They could no longer live like this...something must be done. Something had to change. She looked up at the statues of her ancestors, Princess Amue had to take on the burden as leader after her Uncle King Alfor died and his heir, Princess Allura vanished, she too was presumed dead. She was often told she resembles Amue.

“Please...” She prayed to the statue of her ancestor, “Queen Amue, I cannot endure this anymore! Our people are suffering, my father and elder brother’s stubbornness could be our undoing! I want to lead our people from disaster, and help them survive, like you! Please, guide me! Help me! Give me a sign of something I can do to save our people!”

She squeezed her eyes tighter in her prayer and tears escaped her eyes. She sat there for several minutes...it was getting late. Her little brother, Bandor was probably wondering where she ran off too.

So she sat up and turned to walk away. A strange humming sound filled the dark cave soon as she turned away. The cave suddenly wasn’t as dimly lit either. She turned around and gasped. A strange purple light was emitting from the ground where she was previously sitting in front of the statue. The light grew brighter, then brighter. She shielded her eyes from it’s intensity.

The light finally dissipated and she lowered her arm, opening her eyes.

She let out shallow gasp. There was a man laying on the ground where the light was.

He was wearing black and white armor. She ran up and pulled the helmet off his head, her hand hovered over his mouth and nose, air...good, he was still breathing.

She got a closer look at him, he had dark hair with a white patch at the top. He was paler than her and...

“What is—“

She looked at his ears on both sides of his head...they were so small and round.

“What odd ears...”

He had features similar to an Altaens but he was definitely not one, an alien then. But where did he come from?

That was when she took a closer look at his armor. It seemed so familiar. She took another look at the helmet she placed on the ground then gasped.

She’d seen it before in old storybooks. The armor worn by the great King Alfor and the Paladins of Voltron.

“Could...could it be?”

Could those stories actually be true about Voltron?! And that meant the lions were scattered. It meant the legends that they would return to save the universe could be...!

She looked up at the statue of her ancestor, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She could finally dare to hope!

“Thank you.” She whispered to Queen Amue’s statue.

She looked back to the unconscious paladin, she gently placed the helmet next to him.

“You could actually bring hope back to Pollux, Paladin.” She quickly ran out of the cavern, “Guards, Guards! Come quick!”

She would make certain he was well protected until he awoke.

Finally! Things were finally looking up!

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