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Prompt:
A Favorite Song
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
A Favorite Song
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
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Please Note: The Drabble fics are from all versions of the Voltron series - GoLion; Voltron: Defender of the Universe; Vehicle Voltron; Voltron the Third Dimension; Voltron Force; Voltron: Legendary Defender.
"Mind Reader"
by KittyLynne
"A Favorite Song Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"Heart Song"
by Mylari
"Tea for Two"
by KittyShan
by KittyLynne
"A Favorite Song Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"Heart Song"
by Mylari
"Tea for Two"
by KittyShan
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Mind Reader
Word/Theme: A Favorite Song
Word Count: 285
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyLynne
Please Note: "If You Could Read My Mind" written and preformed by Gordon Lightfoot (appears on his 1971 album "Sit Down Young Stranger") © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Word/Theme: A Favorite Song
Word Count: 285
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyLynne
Please Note: "If You Could Read My Mind" written and preformed by Gordon Lightfoot (appears on his 1971 album "Sit Down Young Stranger") © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The soft, low sounds of a guitar strumming a ballad echoed into the hallway from the private lounge used by the four male pilots of the Voltron Force. Two young men traversing the corridor paused to listen as the opening chords were followed by a melancholy baritone voice.
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
About a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me...
"Sounds like Lance's feelin' a bit low." Hunk murmured to Pidge.
"Sure does. Let's wait until he's done, dude hates an audience when he's in a mood."
The two friends sat down on the floor, backs against the wall, and listened. After a second or two, Pidge whispered to Hunk, "I didn't think he knew any Gordon Lightfoot."
Hunk nodded, looking solemn. "Sentimental love ballads are not his usual forte."
"No kidding! And that he can play like this...Holy Moly, it's like his guitar is weeping..." Pidge sighed, then recited quietly, "When you reach the part where the heartaches come, the hero would be me...but heroes often fail..."
"The ultimate in heartbreak songs." Hunk shook his head. "I'm thinkin' we should go grab a coffee and leave the guy to his privacy."
"Agreed."
The two pilots quietly got to their feet and walked away, a gravelly voiced final refrain following in their wake.
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back...
The End
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
About a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me...
"Sounds like Lance's feelin' a bit low." Hunk murmured to Pidge.
"Sure does. Let's wait until he's done, dude hates an audience when he's in a mood."
The two friends sat down on the floor, backs against the wall, and listened. After a second or two, Pidge whispered to Hunk, "I didn't think he knew any Gordon Lightfoot."
Hunk nodded, looking solemn. "Sentimental love ballads are not his usual forte."
"No kidding! And that he can play like this...Holy Moly, it's like his guitar is weeping..." Pidge sighed, then recited quietly, "When you reach the part where the heartaches come, the hero would be me...but heroes often fail..."
"The ultimate in heartbreak songs." Hunk shook his head. "I'm thinkin' we should go grab a coffee and leave the guy to his privacy."
"Agreed."
The two pilots quietly got to their feet and walked away, a gravelly voiced final refrain following in their wake.
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back...
The End
~*~
DRABBLE USING "FAVORITE SONG"
Word/Theme: A Favorite Song
Word Count: 489
Vehicle Voltron
By KittyCaro
Please Note: "More" preformed by Frank Sinatra (appears on his 1964 album "It Might as Well Be Swing"); Written by Riz Ortolani and Nino Oliviero for the 1962 film "Mondo Cane"
Warning: Adult/Sexual Situations
Word/Theme: A Favorite Song
Word Count: 489
Vehicle Voltron
By KittyCaro
Please Note: "More" preformed by Frank Sinatra (appears on his 1964 album "It Might as Well Be Swing"); Written by Riz Ortolani and Nino Oliviero for the 1962 film "Mondo Cane"
Warning: Adult/Sexual Situations
NSFW
Hawkins returned home late in the afternoon and immediately took me to our bedroom to make love. Afterwards we talked.
"I returned to Earth this morning," he said, "and reported with Graham. The difficulties with Hazar and his people have been subsided. They'll colonize the planet we discovered and have accepted our help. They're calm, for how long I don't know."
"Some of their military leaders don't want to share the work, even though is for the common good. But I'm sure you'll make them understand."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he said, kissing me softly on the lips. "Do you want to know my reward for my success?"
"Yes!" I said excitedly.
"Two additional weeks of leave," he replied happily. "I've already bought the tickets for our trip to Europe."
"That's wonderful! I'll have you all for myself."
"Did you miss me, honey?"
I sighed in his arms. "Very much, although the home improvements took most of my time, dealing with all the contractors and suppliers. Fortunately, they finished yesterday."
Hawkins smirked. "Now you can take care of me like a good and obedient wife," he said, caressing my shoulder with a finger.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Really?"
"Haha."
I pushed him onto the pillows and kissed him soundly, sliding my hands over his muscled chest. "I need more TLC, Commander. Now."
"Little witch," he growled, rolling me beneath him. "Do you need more of this?" He asked thrusting into me.
"Yes," I gasped at his invasion.
"I missed you so much," he said, feathering kisses from my temple to my throat, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm.
"Please… don't hold back."
"Ginger?"
"Love me hard, Steven."
He increased his tempo, and as I listened to his groans, as I felt his heart beating next to mine, I knew that I had never been as happy as before.
After the bedroom fireworks, I showed him my three-month anniversary gift. It was an addition to our entertainment system, a climate controlled vault for his old vinyl records.
"Thank you," he said, hugging me.
"I love your record collection," I whispered.
He placed a record on the turntable, and suddenly the air was filled with "More" sung by Frank Sinatra. Steven knew it was my favorite song.
"Dance with me," he said, pulling me into his arms.
Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head against his chest, then started slow dancing with him.
Suddenly, Steven's baritone voice sang quietly along with Sinatra.
"More than the greatest love the world has known
This is the love I'll give to you alone
...
I know I never lived before and my heart is very sure
No one else could love you more."
My eyes misted as I looked up at him. "You have a beautiful voice."
"Thank you," he replied. "Happy anniversary, Ginger."
"Happy anniversary, Steven," I said. "And I love you more."
Finis
"I returned to Earth this morning," he said, "and reported with Graham. The difficulties with Hazar and his people have been subsided. They'll colonize the planet we discovered and have accepted our help. They're calm, for how long I don't know."
"Some of their military leaders don't want to share the work, even though is for the common good. But I'm sure you'll make them understand."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he said, kissing me softly on the lips. "Do you want to know my reward for my success?"
"Yes!" I said excitedly.
"Two additional weeks of leave," he replied happily. "I've already bought the tickets for our trip to Europe."
"That's wonderful! I'll have you all for myself."
"Did you miss me, honey?"
I sighed in his arms. "Very much, although the home improvements took most of my time, dealing with all the contractors and suppliers. Fortunately, they finished yesterday."
Hawkins smirked. "Now you can take care of me like a good and obedient wife," he said, caressing my shoulder with a finger.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Really?"
"Haha."
I pushed him onto the pillows and kissed him soundly, sliding my hands over his muscled chest. "I need more TLC, Commander. Now."
"Little witch," he growled, rolling me beneath him. "Do you need more of this?" He asked thrusting into me.
"Yes," I gasped at his invasion.
"I missed you so much," he said, feathering kisses from my temple to my throat, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm.
"Please… don't hold back."
"Ginger?"
"Love me hard, Steven."
He increased his tempo, and as I listened to his groans, as I felt his heart beating next to mine, I knew that I had never been as happy as before.
After the bedroom fireworks, I showed him my three-month anniversary gift. It was an addition to our entertainment system, a climate controlled vault for his old vinyl records.
"Thank you," he said, hugging me.
"I love your record collection," I whispered.
He placed a record on the turntable, and suddenly the air was filled with "More" sung by Frank Sinatra. Steven knew it was my favorite song.
"Dance with me," he said, pulling me into his arms.
Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head against his chest, then started slow dancing with him.
Suddenly, Steven's baritone voice sang quietly along with Sinatra.
"More than the greatest love the world has known
This is the love I'll give to you alone
...
I know I never lived before and my heart is very sure
No one else could love you more."
My eyes misted as I looked up at him. "You have a beautiful voice."
"Thank you," he replied. "Happy anniversary, Ginger."
"Happy anniversary, Steven," I said. "And I love you more."
Finis
~*~
Keith stood in the shadows near the castle doorway, watching in silence as she worked in the garden. He marveled at her inner strength, amazed once again at how deeply those reserves seemed to go. He stepped quietly onto the stone pathway, noticing that not a single stem grew between the rocks. Allura spent so much of her free time here, tending to the flowers and shrubs. This was her sanctuary. She'd begun planting it seed by seed after Hagar's white lion robeast forced her to come to terms with the loss of her parents. As each seedling sprouted, she too seemed to stand taller and more self-assured. His boots clicked against the stonework, announcing his presence as he closed the distance.
In just a few steps, he was near enough to hear her humming as she worked - weeding, fertilizing, watering. He didn't know the tune, assumed it was some Arusian song from her childhood. All Keith knew was that she often sang it under her breath or hummed it while she worked and that it was fast becoming his favorite song. It has begun popping into his head at random and unexpected times, catching him off guard at first until he began to recognize it. As he slowly crossed the last few yards to her position, his remaining anxiety and nervousness melted under its soothing melody. It was like a balm for his soul, a beacon for his heart, and with a sudden clarity that nearly stunned him in its intensity, he understood how much she had come to mean to him.
Hearing the approaching footfalls, Allura looked up from the flowerbed she was tending and smiled broadly. Trickles of sweat left lines in the streaks of dirt adorning her cheeks and forehead. Her hair was disheveled, tendrils escaping the neat bun she often wore. She was a mess, but to Keith, she was the most beautiful, radiant sight he'd ever seen. He drank in the sight of her and it was as if she quenched a thirst he'd been unaware of before. Grinning he held forth the potted plant he carried. She looked at the delicate pink blooms, delight lighting her eyes. "They're beautiful, Keith. Thank you," she said quietly, almost reverently, as she accepted his gift.
"Almost as beautiful as you, Allura," he whispered, surprised that he didn't feel the heat of a blush rising on his cheeks to match the rosy hue now visible on hers. He closed the gap between them, gently cupping her jaw, brushing dirt from her cheek with his thumb. He lost himself in her eyes, drowning in a sea of blue. Then, just when he thought he'd never breathe again, his lips met hers and he'd never felt so alive, so vibrant, so complete. Like the plants she so tenderly nurtured, he basked in her care like it was sunlight. Unconsciously, he began to hum, standing with her in his arms. Her voice joined his, the song now a duet.
End
In just a few steps, he was near enough to hear her humming as she worked - weeding, fertilizing, watering. He didn't know the tune, assumed it was some Arusian song from her childhood. All Keith knew was that she often sang it under her breath or hummed it while she worked and that it was fast becoming his favorite song. It has begun popping into his head at random and unexpected times, catching him off guard at first until he began to recognize it. As he slowly crossed the last few yards to her position, his remaining anxiety and nervousness melted under its soothing melody. It was like a balm for his soul, a beacon for his heart, and with a sudden clarity that nearly stunned him in its intensity, he understood how much she had come to mean to him.
Hearing the approaching footfalls, Allura looked up from the flowerbed she was tending and smiled broadly. Trickles of sweat left lines in the streaks of dirt adorning her cheeks and forehead. Her hair was disheveled, tendrils escaping the neat bun she often wore. She was a mess, but to Keith, she was the most beautiful, radiant sight he'd ever seen. He drank in the sight of her and it was as if she quenched a thirst he'd been unaware of before. Grinning he held forth the potted plant he carried. She looked at the delicate pink blooms, delight lighting her eyes. "They're beautiful, Keith. Thank you," she said quietly, almost reverently, as she accepted his gift.
"Almost as beautiful as you, Allura," he whispered, surprised that he didn't feel the heat of a blush rising on his cheeks to match the rosy hue now visible on hers. He closed the gap between them, gently cupping her jaw, brushing dirt from her cheek with his thumb. He lost himself in her eyes, drowning in a sea of blue. Then, just when he thought he'd never breathe again, his lips met hers and he'd never felt so alive, so vibrant, so complete. Like the plants she so tenderly nurtured, he basked in her care like it was sunlight. Unconsciously, he began to hum, standing with her in his arms. Her voice joined his, the song now a duet.
End
~*~
Tea for Two
Word/Theme: A Favorite Song
Word Count: 410
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Please Note: "Tea for Two" music by Vincent Youmans; lyrics by Irving Caesar (duet from the 1925 musical "No, No, Nanette") and later preformed by Doris Day and Gordon MacRae in the 1950 move, "Tea for Two."
Word/Theme: A Favorite Song
Word Count: 410
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Please Note: "Tea for Two" music by Vincent Youmans; lyrics by Irving Caesar (duet from the 1925 musical "No, No, Nanette") and later preformed by Doris Day and Gordon MacRae in the 1950 move, "Tea for Two."
Raindrops pelted the window even as the afternoon's light shone though the gray clouds overhead. In the hearth, a crackling fire chased out the chill. Softly, slowly, the first movement of a sonata da chiesa floated throughout the room, the musical notes, sad and sweet at once.
The older gentleman watched the sky, lost somewhere in a poignant nostalgia. Days like this reminded him of just how much had been sacrificed.
There was a time when life had been so much simpler, a time long before their world had been tainted by war. So many friends and loved ones lost.
A knock at the door drew his attention and he sighed before calling out his permission for the interlouper to enter.
"I thought I might find you here," Allura's voice was filled with melancholy as she crossed the room and placed a tray on a small table. "I brought tea and those lemon cookies you like so well."
"Thank you, dear." Coran turned away from the window and attempted a smile, but it was if his young ward could read his thoughts. Moving to his side, she slipped her hand into his, leaned in close and rested her head against his arm.
"I miss them too," she referred to her parents, in whose library they now stood.
Giving her hand a slight squeeze, he rested his cheek on the top of her head.
"We all do, sweet child."
They stood together, lost in their thoughts, in their shared grief.
In the background, the music's tempo shifted and a joyful melody began to play. The uplifting sounds seemed to break the spell of sadness.
"The tea will grow cold, Coran," Allura moved to pour their tea, the steaming brew giving off a delicious aroma.
The Arussian advisor watched his surrogate daughter place a plate of cookies between their now full cups before she settled into a chair. He settled into the chair across from hers, and began to add a bit of cream to his tea.
"Would you like some?" He offered. When no response came, he glanced up to find Allura seemingly lost in a trance staring off into the distance.
"Princess?"
"I'm sorry," she returned her attention to her companion. "I was thinking. . .I know this song."
Coran nodded. "Yes, your father sang it to you when you were just a tiny child."
"I remember," she graced him with a gentle smile. "That's why it's my favorite song."
End
The older gentleman watched the sky, lost somewhere in a poignant nostalgia. Days like this reminded him of just how much had been sacrificed.
There was a time when life had been so much simpler, a time long before their world had been tainted by war. So many friends and loved ones lost.
A knock at the door drew his attention and he sighed before calling out his permission for the interlouper to enter.
"I thought I might find you here," Allura's voice was filled with melancholy as she crossed the room and placed a tray on a small table. "I brought tea and those lemon cookies you like so well."
"Thank you, dear." Coran turned away from the window and attempted a smile, but it was if his young ward could read his thoughts. Moving to his side, she slipped her hand into his, leaned in close and rested her head against his arm.
"I miss them too," she referred to her parents, in whose library they now stood.
Giving her hand a slight squeeze, he rested his cheek on the top of her head.
"We all do, sweet child."
They stood together, lost in their thoughts, in their shared grief.
In the background, the music's tempo shifted and a joyful melody began to play. The uplifting sounds seemed to break the spell of sadness.
"The tea will grow cold, Coran," Allura moved to pour their tea, the steaming brew giving off a delicious aroma.
The Arussian advisor watched his surrogate daughter place a plate of cookies between their now full cups before she settled into a chair. He settled into the chair across from hers, and began to add a bit of cream to his tea.
"Would you like some?" He offered. When no response came, he glanced up to find Allura seemingly lost in a trance staring off into the distance.
"Princess?"
"I'm sorry," she returned her attention to her companion. "I was thinking. . .I know this song."
Coran nodded. "Yes, your father sang it to you when you were just a tiny child."
"I remember," she graced him with a gentle smile. "That's why it's my favorite song."
End
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