[dykeallura]

the fact that so much of alluras identity rested on her position as the lost princess of a massacred society. well. I think she deserved to heal & dyke out a little bit when she realises she no longer has to cling to her grief & who she used to be & all the things she could've been & can never be again. like shave that head queen !! let go of your grief & the past self you cling to !

[dykeallura]

she also deserves a nose piercing. because it's hot <3

[eggsdrawings]

long distance baking

[starsoupart]

some allura stuff

[axewithl]

The half-blood, the princess and their rebelious humans.

(Icons under the cut)

Great day for the bi (polar? sexual? lingual?)

If any of yall want the blanck and white-ish vers. of the icons just ask! but im gonna be lazy rn

[sethard]

Voltron: Legendary Defender - sethstpierre.com

[dykeallura]

for @voltronyurievent's masterlist prompt event + the prompt: sport au!

romelle/allura, tennis au ficlet, gen audience

When Romelle played tennis, her heart pounded a ricochet beat. Her fingers tightened around the racquet, her focus narrowed, her spine tingled with anticipation. As Romelle caught Allura’s gaze over the net, she wondered if falling in love felt a bit like that too.

As if with every rise and fall of the tennis ball, Romelle soared closer and closer to being worthy of Allura’s attention. Like one day she could be the racquet Allura held, the sweatband around her wrist. The title and win she coveted.

Romelle tightened her grip around her racquet as Allura rose to meet her opening serve. And thought to herself; do I want this? do I want this?

I want this.

Most players who were serious about tennis started early – ten, twelve, sixteen. At twenty years old, Romelle had joined the tennis circuit late.

She’d never really cared about tennis. It was hitting a ball with a racquet and making a big deal out of what happened. Why the quiznak would she care? Yet, at twenty years old, Romelle’s brother Bandor died. No, was murdered. And after having listened to the all the platitudes and he’s with the cosmos now’s, Romelle had run as far and fast as she could from her brother’s cold, all made-up hideous corpse, and found a battered broken racquet in a run-down park with a dirty tennis ball and she’d hit it as far and fast as she could. Right into the head of Keith Kogane – intergalactic number two – who was out walking his stupidly large horse of a dog. Who instead of being angry, made her do it again and again and again.

Of all the stupid, stubborn half-Galran intergalactic tennis players out there, she had the most stupid, stubbon half-Galran intergalactic tennis player out there as her quiznaking coach in a sport she didn’t even really care about.

Hadn’t really cared about.

Because the court became the one place in Romelle’s life where she wasn’t the sister to a dead boy.

And if she won – if she won a title - maybe that empty space where Bandor used to wear the clothes still draped over his chair, where Bandor used to drink the disgusting creamer still undrunk in her fridge, wouldn’t be so empty anymore.

Romelle hadn’t won a title in five years. Romelle hadn’t won a title ever.

___

Allura Alforsdotter was a tumultuous tide of a story.

The Crown Princess to Altea, intergalactic junior champion, two Grand Slam titles before the age of eighteen, and intergalactic number eleven. Until the age of nineteen.

When, at nineteen, her parents were killed in what would, at best, be called a suspicious shuttle failure. When, at nineteen, Allura Alforsdotter collapsed into a coma she wouldn’t awaken from until aged twenty-five; parentless, title-less, alone.

Nothing to her name but her old tennis racquets and her dead father’s pride in her skills.

Romelle needed a win for her dead brother. She thought maybe Allura needed one for her dead father. A way to cement her return into the circuit.

And as Romelle looked at the draw for the final of the Olkarion singles qualifiers, she hated that Allura’s win would be at her expense.  

___

“Have you ever met her?” Romelle asked her stupid, stubborn half-Galran intergalactic tennis player at breakfast. He had a hideous, disgusting black cowfree? quavee? coughea? (“Coffee,” Keith sighed) in front of him – a Terran import Romelle would never understand. And Romelle stabbed at her Hylexan…unknown meat product…with a frown, and thought about long dead brothers who probably would have enjoyed the mystery meat more than her.

“Wha -? Allura? Yeah. Yeah”.

Romelle waited. She didn’t know why. Keith her beautifully stupid, stubborn half-Galran coach sucked, and had never understood the point of learning about his opponents because why would he. Stupid, stubborn, quiznaking idiot. Romelle slid his cup of dumbly named coffee over to herself and poured in four packets of sugar she haphazardly picked up. As she battered away his hands she asked:

 “And?”

“And she’s good,” Keith frowned, and stole a piece of her mystery meat off her plate with a wrinkled nose, “You know that”.

“Do you think I can beat her?”

“If you want to.”

Because that made sense to people like Keith. People who believed in ridiculous things like mind over matter. Like if you believed in something hard enough you could achieve it. It made sense to people like Takashi Shirogane, intergalactic number one – the champion of tennis – who said dumb things like patience yields focus to people like Keith, who then said it to her, which Romelle then had to listen to like it was actual advice.

“Do you want to?” Keith smirked.

Did she want to? Quiznak.

__

Romelle finally faced Allura on the Olkarian grass court at the single’s qualifying finals for the Olkarian Grand Slam. Whoever won their match had a chance to go forward. Whoever won their match had a chance at the title.

The heat of T’kloni city was sweltering and unbearable. The kind of heat that started to wilter and brown even Olkarion’s grass, and Romelle felt a bead of sweat run down her forehead as silence rang out across the court.

She watched as Allura raised her racquet; her bright white pleated skirt tracing her strong, sweat slick thighs. Her low zipped shirt, raising, lengthening the gap between her skirt, and showing off her trimmed waist.  Her beautiful white hair, pulled high and taunt in a visor, showing off her graceful neck. And as Romelle thought to herself; do I want this? do I want this? she wasn’t sure what she wanted more. Her hands on Allura or her hands on the Olkarion trophy.

Allura hit the ball.

She hit the ball with a forehand serve with so much spin that the strings on Romelle’s racquet moved, and her wrist nearly buckled under the weight of it all. And in the split second before Romelle returned the serve, Allura grinned from across the court.

You want this, Romelle repeated to herself. You want this.

[dykeallura]

actually can't stop thinking of duty bound kallura....the way both keith & allura are the predominant characters from the show who have, on multiple occasions, been willing to give up on individuals they love to save the world/majority [allura destroying the corrupt disk of her father, keith voicing the suggestion to leave allura behind, keith stepping aside as allura sacrificed herself, in a sense allura letting keith leave for the blades once a new black paladin was found]. only people in the entire team who will put the duty of voltron first above all else, even at the detriment of themselves and those they love. absolutely heart breaking to consider kallura in this light; two of the most sacrificial people ever who would give up the other to save their shared ideal. the love was there but wasn't enough !!!!!!!

[dykeallura]

they'd give the other up for the cause and they'd understand, but they'll never forget where they stand in each others eyes.......compelling

[wazzuppy]

another voltron meme for you. i love allura, she deserved so much better than the ending she got

[axewithl]

conspire till you find yourself

[foxgirl1668]

In my head canon Krolia unofficially adopted Acxa and Romelle and they all like going out to dinner at shitty fast food places and seeing what Earth has to offer

Also, YES… Voltron in 2026. I’m hearing whispers of a vld resurgence

[catsushinyakajima]

Romellura in traditional bharatnatyam wear

[electricsynthesis]

daddy kogane smoked like 8 packs a day with baby keith in that (max) 2 room shack. like yeah he would open the window and blow the smoke out of it sometimes, but that was only when he remembered and most of the time he just had a cig in his mouth while he and keith went off doing whatever it was they did (cave spelunking with a toddler probably). for most people, this would give them early onset asthma. luckily for keith his hardy galra genes have made his lungs strong. unluckily for keith, his galra genes do jack-shit-fuck-all for that hereditary addictive personality and early exposure to heavy amounts of nicotine and so keith is also chainsmoking menthols by the time he's 16

[alluraaaa]

voltron would be 1000% more interesting if they actually addressed the fact that the garrison wants to do imperialism on space. like the paladins see what the empire is doing and they all slowly realize the garrison has the same goal. it’d make the seasons on earth much more interesting if the paladins had two colonizing forces to contend with

[coolnonsenseworld]

Happy Birthday to Keith <33 Part of Keithtoberartistcollab2025 you can find more Keiths in the link

[veehelldee]

Voltron Lesbian Defender Or What The Hell Ever. And Pidge :)

[deckoftrickcards]

made a lil thing on my sisters ipad

[paramoreparaless]

🌸 princess allura 🌸