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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years ago

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Sorry not klance >.< but allura and romelle? Human AU where they're in school and allura has a gay crisis over her?

I'm in the same boat,,,,and girls by girl in red vibes please!!!!

Please this is SO CUTEEEE

Also I can relate, when I was in middle school I had the BIGGEST crush on a girl and I was internally imploding every single day

A/N: I will write for other ships past klance!!! No need to apologize

Girls by Girl in Red

- All rights to the proper creators. I don’t own any aspect of this song

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'I've been hiding for so long. These feelings, they're not gone. Can I tell anyone?'

Allura was staring out the window, watching the rain fall against the glass. It was too early for her. She felt a tap on her shoulder, “morning Allura.”

She smiled, “morning Nyma. Crappy day huh?”

Nyma nodded, “tell me about it. If my boyfriend didn’t have his-”

She tuned her out. She didn’t mean to but she walked in right as Nyma was talking. Romelle.

Romelle was a newer student, she had only been at the school for a little over a month. Allura was entrusted to show her around and introduce her to the teachers and such.

Romelle was nice, she didn’t talk a lot but her laugh was magical. Nearly made Allura fall down the first moment she heard it. Leaving her a confused mess in the passenger seat of her uncle's car. Why was her heart beating so fast?

They were still friendly to each other, but Romelle quickly found her own group of friends among the art students. While Allura stayed with the sports teams. It’s not like they couldn’t be friends, they just weren’t able to talk much outside of a couple of minutes between classes.

Romelle smiled at her, offering a small wave before sliding into her seat next to Shay. Another art student. Both of the girls chatted back and forth.

Fingers snapped in front of her face. “Are you even listening to me?”

Allura felt her face go hot, “sorry Nyma.”

Nyma rolled her eyes, “you’re lucky you’re my best friend.”

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'I shouldn't be feeling this. But it's too hard to resist. Soft skin and soft lips'

Allura finished buttoning her shirt and grabbed her gym bag. “See everyone tomorrow.” She waved at her team.

“Bye Allura! Have a good night.” The team said back.

She made her way out of the changing room, pulling out her phone to text her uncle. She had made it only a step before something slammed into her. Sending her to the ground.

Allura groaned in slight pain, her head immediately throbbing. There was weight on her, weight that was talking.

“Ohmygod I am so sorry! I was rushing to my locker because I forgot my sketchbook and my mom was rushing me because my brother is waiting to be picked up at practice and I am so sorry.”

Allura opened her eyes some, Romelle was on top of her. And despite her rambling apology, she did not attempt to get off her.

Allura froze under the position they were in, her eyes going wide. My crush is on top of me. My crush is on top of me!! Her mind was in overdrive. They had never been this close before.

“It’s fine...are you okay?”

Romelle looked at her like she had four heads. “Am I okay? I’m on top of you!”

Allura nodded, “yes...yes you are.”

Romelle looked down at Allura more, her face growing redder by the second. “I am so sorry.” She climbed off the other girl, repeating her apology in a slight slur of words.

She extended her hand, which Allura gratefully took. Her skin was smooth and soft. A feeling Allura wanted to memorize.

She pulled her up, their hands still pressed together as they looked at each other. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you right?”

Allura looked down at their hands, his mind beginning it's daily gay panic over her. “I’m okay. I promise.”

Romelle smiled softly at her, “you didn’t hit your head or anything right?”

Allura used her free hand and touched the back of her head. It hurt slightly, but not enough she was concerned about a concussion or bleeding. “Slightly, but it’s fine.”

Romelle dropped their hands, grabbing Allura’s face softly. “let me look at your eyes.”

Allura was holding her breath, she was only a couple of inches away from her face. Away from her lips.

Romelle was staring at her eyes, removing her left hand to lift her pointer finger up. “Follow my finger.”

“Romelle, I’m fine-”

“Just follow my finger, Lura.”

Her mind replayed the nickname. Romelle gave her a nickname. She hated anyone who gave her nicknames but Romelle. She could call her whatever she wanted to.

“Okay...you look fine but please. Go to the doctor if it hurts more. I am so sorry.” Romelle stepped back, dropping her hands from Allura. Leaving her skin feeling burned.

“It’s fine.” Allura’s phone lit up, it was still on the ground. She reached down to grab it, Incoming Call: Uncle. “Sorry I need to go. I’ll see you around?”

Romelle nodded, “Bye Lura!”

She nearly sprinted down the hallway. “Sorry Coran. I got tied up talking to a team member.” She slid into the passenger seat, quickly buckling herself in.

Coran smiled, “no worries dear.” He pulled away from the pickup spot. Allura rested her head on the window sill, still feeling Romelle fingers on her skin.

What was she going to do with herself?

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'I should be into this guy. But it's just a waste of time. He's really not my type'

“Sooo are you and Lotor going to the dance together?” Nyma wiggled her eyebrows at her.

Allura picked at her lunch, keeping her eyes down. “Why would we?”

Nyma scoffed, “why would you? You two are the star athletes. Everyone knows you two are going to end up together.”

“Hmm, is that how that works?”

Nyma giggled, “oh stop. I see the way you two look at each other. You two obviously like each other!”

Allura lifted her eyes up, quickly finding the man in question. He was sitting two tables away, surrounded by a group of girls. They were also into sports and they had their own ‘click’ in a sense.

She truthfully had never really spoken to him. They rode the same bus to games when they were younger, and their parents knew each other. But they didn’t really talk. “How do you know he likes me?”

Nyma laughed, “it’s obvious! The way he looks at you is soooooo dreamy.”

Allura nodded, returning her attention to her food. Why couldn't she just like him? Why did she have to like girls? Why did she have to like Romelle?

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“Hey Allura,” Lotor stepped by her locker, giving her an easy smile.

She forced a pleasant smile on her face. Already knowing the direction this conversation was heading. She had heard the rumors. “Lotor. Nice to see you.”

“So,” he dropped his voice some, despite no one else around. “I have a question for you.”

Allura fought back an eye roll, keeping her face pleasant. “Ask away.”

Lotor took a quick breath, checking around to ensure no one was there. “Do you want to go to prom with me? Not in a date way though.”

Allura's face scrunched up in confusion, “wh-what?”

“Look, you’re beautiful don’t get me wrong. Like, you’re stunning but you’re...not my type. Like...I just like,” he turned his head, coughing in awkwardness.

“Men?”

“Um...yeah.”

Allura released a tense breath, “oh thank god.”

He looked at her, “you don’t like me?”

She shook her head, “not like that. I um. Same boat different direction?”

What she was saying immediately click in his mind and he smiled. “Gotchu. I’m only asking because my parents are hounding me to take you and I’m not ready to come out yet so I don’t have a reason to not take you.”

“So, this is just a cover-up?”

Lotor nodded, “yeah. We might have to take some photos together but no couple stuff, no slow dancing, and no kissing. And my parents will buy the tickets and stuff.”

Allura grinned, “sounds like a deal.”

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'They're so pretty, it hurts. I'm not talking 'bout boys, I'm talking 'bout girls'

“Oh Allura you look stunning,” her mother entered her room, her hands messing with her hair some.

“Thanks, mom.” Allura looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a floor-length pastel pink dress with some gems on it to make it glittery. Her hair was braided at the top, leaving the bottom flowing downward. Her makeup was light, and she did look beautiful.

“Lotor is one lucky guy.” Her mom began to straighten her dress out, the finishing touches as she said. “You two will make a cute couple if you decide this should become serious.

Allura’s stomach twisted some. She was tired of hiding herself from the people she loved. Tired of not being true to herself. “Mom...I have to tell you something.”

“What’s up?”

Allura clenched her hands into a fist, avoiding looking at her mom in the mirror. “I um...I like girls. I’m a lesbian.”

The room was silent for a bit and Allura felt tear build up behind her eyes.

Her mom gave her a soft smile, “okay hunny. That’s fine, you know your father and I will love you no matter who you love.” She pressed a kiss to her cheek. “But any girlfriends you have won’t escape your father's grilling. Need to make sure you’re treated well.”

Allura released a wet laugh, “I love you.”

"I love you too baby.”

---

'It's not like I get to choose who I love'

“Fun dance.” Lotor mumbled, sitting down next to her.

Allura nodded, her eyes wandering to Romelle who was talking with Shay and another man.

“Do you like Romelle?” Lotor asked out of the blue.

Allura choked on her spit, “what?! No no no. I don’t,” she cleared her throat. “Why would you say that?”

Lotor shrugged, “you’ve been looking at her all night. Very lesbian-like.”

Allura slapped him on the arm, “that’s NOT a thing.”

He raised his two hands, a silent ‘I give up’ motion. “You should talk to her. She might like you back.”

“Yeah...in my dreams.”

Lotor clicked his tongue, “you know she likes girls right? She says in her insta bio,” Lotor pulled out his phone. Quickly pulling up her profile.

Allura stared at the screen.

Romelle! (She/Her)

- 17

- Graduating Class of Altea High!

- I draw sometimes

- (L)GBT 🌈

Allura re read the bio a couple of times. Disbelief on her face.

“Do you not follow her on Instagram?” Lotor took his phone away.

“No,” she replied sheepishly. She didn’t even think about it. “You do?”

Lotor nodded, “yeah. She helped me in art class. She’s nice.” Lotor sat back in his chair, eyeing her. “She asked about you...a lot. Seemed annoyed when I asked you to prom.”

Allura felt her face burn, “you’re fucking with me right now.”

Lotor shook his head, a smile on his face. “I’m not. Go talk to her. She keeps looking at you.”

Allura looked over at her, and Romelle's eyes quickly shifted back to her cup. Allura looked back at Lotor. “But-”

“Go!” He ushered her up. “And if you dip, I could use a refill.” He held up his empty glass.

Allura playfully rolled her eyes at him and made her way over to the group. “hey everyone.”

“Oh hi, Allura!” Shay waved at her, “this is my boyfriend Hunk. He goes to Altea Tec.”

Allura shook his hand, “nice to meet you. You go to the specialty school?”

Hunk nodded as he shook her hand. “Yup!”

They chatted a bit longer, Romelle’s eyes shifted to her every couple of moments or so. The song changed, the lights dimming some.

“Oh, Hunk let’s dance!” Shay pulled on her boyfriend's arm and both of them moved to the dance floor. Immediately moving to the slow dance.

Allura and Romelle stood by each other, the air a bit awkward. “Do you like the dance?”

Romelle nodded in response. “You look nice.”

Allura tried to will down the blush. “So do you.” She did. She was wearing a blush pink suit with a white button-up.

More silence.

“Should you be dancing with your date?” Romelle seemed to spit the words out slightly.

Allura looked back at where Lotor was. Keyword; was. He wasn’t there anymore. Her eyes scanned the crowd until she found him. Standing against a wall, chatting up another guy who was clearly flirting back. “No...I don’t think I should be.” She looked at the other girl. “You know we didn’t come here as a couple right? Just cover-up.”

Romelle made a confused face.

“I like girls. And...well it was easy to come with a guy to prom than a girl. I told my mom tonight but I wasn’t out until then.”

Romelle stared at her with a wide eye expression. “You what?”

Allura laughed, “do you want to dance with me?”

Romelle gave a nod and Allura reached out, letting her hands slide behind the other girl's neck. “Now put your hands on my hips.”

Romelle did, her touch gentle; unsure.

They stepped back and forth, lazily swaying, talking quietly. As they talked Romelle's hands pressed against her more and her shoulders dropped some.

“Lotor told me you were annoyed he asked me to prom.”

Romelle blushed. “A bit...yeah.”

“Why?” Allura asked hopefully. An indirect way to get a confession.

Romelle cleared her throat, “no reason.”

Allura frowned, “so not because you like me?”

Romelle sputtered some, opening her mouth to reply but Allura cut her off. “Because I like you.”

“What?”

Allura nodded. “I’ve liked you since the first day I met you.”

Romelle swallowed, her eyes scanning her face. “God I could kiss you.”

Allura pressed herself up some and connected their lips. Not care that everyone could see them.

'Who I love'

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If you’ve seen Heartstopper think Tara and Darcy vibes <33333

I hope I did this idea justice thank you SO MUCH

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