Drabble Fics
Prompt:
Wish
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
(A special thanks to Mylari for choosing this prompt,
and for all her support!)
Wish
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
(A special thanks to Mylari for choosing this prompt,
and for all her support!)
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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.
"The Birthday Wish"
by Mylari
"When You Wish Upon a Star"
by Mylari
"Wish Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"The Castle Chatelaine"
by Yoshi
by Mylari
"When You Wish Upon a Star"
by Mylari
"Wish Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"The Castle Chatelaine"
by Yoshi
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~*~
"Make a wish, Princess," Keith said softly.
Allura's attention was drawn to the flames dancing atop slender candles in the cake he held. Brow furrowed, she met his gaze, unsure what he was asking her to do.
"It's an old Earth custom. The candles represent the years that you've lived as well as those yet to come in your life," he began.
"Yeah, you're supposed to make a wish, then blow out the candles. If you get them all out in a single breath, your wish will come true," Lance said with a smirk. Lowering his voice to a nearly inaudible level, he mumbled something else, drawing a glare from his captain in the process.
Keith tore his gaze from the Red Lion pilot and turned back to Allura. "He's right, Princess. Now make a wish and blow out the candles," he coaxed, holding the cake steady in front of her.
Closing her eyes tightly, Allura hesitated for a moment, then inhaled deeply. She slowly shook her head from side to side as she exhaled, blowing out all of the flames. Her success met with loud clapping from Lance, Pidge, and Hunk while Keith placed the cake on a nearby table. One by one, they each gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek before returning to the table to share in the delicious looking dessert.
Allura's attention was drawn to the flames dancing atop slender candles in the cake he held. Brow furrowed, she met his gaze, unsure what he was asking her to do.
"It's an old Earth custom. The candles represent the years that you've lived as well as those yet to come in your life," he began.
"Yeah, you're supposed to make a wish, then blow out the candles. If you get them all out in a single breath, your wish will come true," Lance said with a smirk. Lowering his voice to a nearly inaudible level, he mumbled something else, drawing a glare from his captain in the process.
Keith tore his gaze from the Red Lion pilot and turned back to Allura. "He's right, Princess. Now make a wish and blow out the candles," he coaxed, holding the cake steady in front of her.
Closing her eyes tightly, Allura hesitated for a moment, then inhaled deeply. She slowly shook her head from side to side as she exhaled, blowing out all of the flames. Her success met with loud clapping from Lance, Pidge, and Hunk while Keith placed the cake on a nearby table. One by one, they each gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek before returning to the table to share in the delicious looking dessert.
~*~*~*~
Later that evening, Allura stood outside in the garden containing her mother's grave. One slender hand rested on the tombstone, her face lifted, basking in the moonlight, her eyes searching the stars. Before long, soft footfalls broke the silence of the still night. Moments later, Keith came to a halt beside her and lifted his eyes to the heavens.
"The stars are beautiful aren't they?" she whispered without turning.
"Mmm-hmmm," he agreed, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Sometimes I come out here and stare at them, let myself forget the battles that rage on the worlds surrounding them, forget the danger that so many of them pose to Arus. They look so... peaceful..." She sighed, lowering her gaze to the garden and tombstone before her. "But then I look around me and reality comes crashing back in."
He didn't say anything, just watched her and listened.
"I'm sorry, I'm sure you didn't come out here to listen to me go on like this," Allura began, turning toward the castle. "I'll go inside now and leave you to stargaze in peace."
"Don't go, Allura. I didn't come out to stargaze," he said, catching her eyes. "I came out to spend some time with you."
This time it was she who stood wordlessly staring at him. And then, somehow, she was in his arms, their lips meeting softly, their hands grasping, caressing. When at last the embrace ended, she searched his eyes momentarily. "It looks like Lance was right," she whispered.
"About what?" he asked confused.
"I blew out all the candles and my birthday wish came true."
"The stars are beautiful aren't they?" she whispered without turning.
"Mmm-hmmm," he agreed, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Sometimes I come out here and stare at them, let myself forget the battles that rage on the worlds surrounding them, forget the danger that so many of them pose to Arus. They look so... peaceful..." She sighed, lowering her gaze to the garden and tombstone before her. "But then I look around me and reality comes crashing back in."
He didn't say anything, just watched her and listened.
"I'm sorry, I'm sure you didn't come out here to listen to me go on like this," Allura began, turning toward the castle. "I'll go inside now and leave you to stargaze in peace."
"Don't go, Allura. I didn't come out to stargaze," he said, catching her eyes. "I came out to spend some time with you."
This time it was she who stood wordlessly staring at him. And then, somehow, she was in his arms, their lips meeting softly, their hands grasping, caressing. When at last the embrace ended, she searched his eyes momentarily. "It looks like Lance was right," she whispered.
"About what?" he asked confused.
"I blew out all the candles and my birthday wish came true."
~*~
When You Wish Upon a Star
(Drabble #2)
Word/Theme: Wish
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
(Drabble #2)
Word/Theme: Wish
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
The cave walls shake around us, loosened dust and rock spilling onto our hunched forms. Though the bombardments don't usually last long, it feels like an eternity in the moment. When the last tremors fade, we slowly emerge from our hiding places, making sure everyone has come through unscathed.
The forces of planet Doom have been attacking us regularly for so long that many of us don't remember life before the constant bombings. I for one have practically grown up in these caves, hiding beneath the planet's surface in the maze-like warrens of relative safety. I was very young when Zarkon first turned his attention to our world, my memories of the lives we lived before vague and fragmented.
Once everyone has been accounted for and any wounds treated, a group of us travel to the surface to survey the damage done. We look for areas where the caves may have been weakened, sealed openings, new entrances that have been created. It's dark outside, this attack having come during the dead of night, and I see a star streak by. Reverting back to childhood habits, I make a wish on it. It's silly, but sometimes comfort comes from the most unlikely of places and shaking my head, I return to my task.
It doesn't take me long to realize that the point of light in the sky is not only moving, but it's growing, travelling closer to Arus as I stand watching, mesmerized. Within minutes I can make out a ship, one of Zarkon's slavers, but this one's wobbling, its flight path unstable as it flees the fighters chasing it. Rebellion is an unexpected sight on a world where resistance has proven not only futile, but unbearably painful as well. The losses we've already incurred have been enough to keep us from doing more than hiding away from our attackers.
Then I hear it, the roar of a mighty beast. It's distant, coming from the direction of the castle and I can't help but wonder if it's a sign. After Voltron was lost in the early days of the war, a story began to circulate amongst the survivors in the caverns. It told of Voltron's return, of the mighty robot rising from the ashes of our battered world. Years passed and it faded into the realm of fantasy, a tale to comfort scared children. But now, with the lion's call rumbling in the distance, I can't help but wonder if maybe there's a kernel of truth to it, wonder if maybe wishes are more than just childish fantasy, wonder if maybe they can come true if you believe in them strongly enough.
A few days later, word arrives that the princess has shared the secret of Voltron with a team of fighters who escaped from Zarkon's slave pits. Hope spreads from person to person, the potential for freedom intoxicating. That night, I make my way outside, and seek the brightest star in the heavens, thankful that my wish was granted.
The forces of planet Doom have been attacking us regularly for so long that many of us don't remember life before the constant bombings. I for one have practically grown up in these caves, hiding beneath the planet's surface in the maze-like warrens of relative safety. I was very young when Zarkon first turned his attention to our world, my memories of the lives we lived before vague and fragmented.
Once everyone has been accounted for and any wounds treated, a group of us travel to the surface to survey the damage done. We look for areas where the caves may have been weakened, sealed openings, new entrances that have been created. It's dark outside, this attack having come during the dead of night, and I see a star streak by. Reverting back to childhood habits, I make a wish on it. It's silly, but sometimes comfort comes from the most unlikely of places and shaking my head, I return to my task.
It doesn't take me long to realize that the point of light in the sky is not only moving, but it's growing, travelling closer to Arus as I stand watching, mesmerized. Within minutes I can make out a ship, one of Zarkon's slavers, but this one's wobbling, its flight path unstable as it flees the fighters chasing it. Rebellion is an unexpected sight on a world where resistance has proven not only futile, but unbearably painful as well. The losses we've already incurred have been enough to keep us from doing more than hiding away from our attackers.
Then I hear it, the roar of a mighty beast. It's distant, coming from the direction of the castle and I can't help but wonder if it's a sign. After Voltron was lost in the early days of the war, a story began to circulate amongst the survivors in the caverns. It told of Voltron's return, of the mighty robot rising from the ashes of our battered world. Years passed and it faded into the realm of fantasy, a tale to comfort scared children. But now, with the lion's call rumbling in the distance, I can't help but wonder if maybe there's a kernel of truth to it, wonder if maybe wishes are more than just childish fantasy, wonder if maybe they can come true if you believe in them strongly enough.
A few days later, word arrives that the princess has shared the secret of Voltron with a team of fighters who escaped from Zarkon's slave pits. Hope spreads from person to person, the potential for freedom intoxicating. That night, I make my way outside, and seek the brightest star in the heavens, thankful that my wish was granted.
~*~
DRABBLE USING "WISH"
Word/Theme: Wish
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe; Voltron: Legendary Defender
By KittyCaro
Author's Note: Drabble inspired by 2Cellos
Word/Theme: Wish
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe; Voltron: Legendary Defender
By KittyCaro
Author's Note: Drabble inspired by 2Cellos
It was Hunk's birthday and the Voltron Force prepared him a great celebration including a delicious chocolate cake and thoughtful gifts that included science fiction paperback books from Allura, a red tool box from Keith, a bottle of sake from Shiro, and a tablet case from Pidge.
And then everyone turned to see Lance who simply said, "You'll find your gift in Yellow Lion's cave."
Used to his practical jokes since their first meeting in a cellist audition to the academy's band, Hunk wasn't too eager to find out. Both have given great solo performances and showed they could sight read orchestral music, but didn't get in because the conductor said they weren't real team players. We don't play pop music here. Perhaps you should be partners, he had said, not knowing that years later they would be fighting together for Arus.
Before blowing off the candles from his cake Hunk made a secret wish, to have his old cello back so he could play again.
Later that evening he went into the control room and found Keith.
"Why are you here? He asked. "It was Lance's turn."
Keith smiled. "It seems the crab salad didn't agree with him, and he asked me to take over."
Hunk frowned. "That's odd, I ate two whole plates and I feel fine."
Keith shrugged. "Anyway, are you going to see your gift?"
He sighed. "I guess so. Better get this over with."
The captain pushed a button and the chutes appeared. "If you need help call me, okay?"
"Okay."
Hunk turned on his flashlight and jumped out from Yellow's maw and began looking around the cave.
"There's nothing-"
A spotlight was turned on, showing a makeshift stage with a chair and a cello.
Hunk ran to the stage, and taking the cello by its neck looked at it closely. He smiled widely.
It was his cello; it had his initials on its side. His bow was on the chair. It had been recently re-haired.
"Happy birthday, my friend."
He looked up, and saw Lance coming into stage.
"How did you know?"
"That it was your birthday wish?" he said. "Because I know how you miss playing the cello. I feel the same way."
Hunk sat on the chair and plucked a string; it vibrated and moved the air around it, producing a sound wave. "Remember what our teacher used to say about cellos?"
Lance nodded. "That it has been described as the closest sounding instrument to the human voice. And I agree wholeheartedly."
"Did you bring your cello to Arus too?"
"Yes, it's in my quarters."
"You should have brought it here so we could play together, like old times."
Grinning, Lance produced a bow. "We still can play a duo with a cello."
Hunk grinned back. "You're right!"
Lance stood behind him, and soon they were playing a passionate version of the 21st century band Coldplay song Every Tear Is a Waterfall.
They met as rivals, and then became friends and partners.
And then everyone turned to see Lance who simply said, "You'll find your gift in Yellow Lion's cave."
Used to his practical jokes since their first meeting in a cellist audition to the academy's band, Hunk wasn't too eager to find out. Both have given great solo performances and showed they could sight read orchestral music, but didn't get in because the conductor said they weren't real team players. We don't play pop music here. Perhaps you should be partners, he had said, not knowing that years later they would be fighting together for Arus.
Before blowing off the candles from his cake Hunk made a secret wish, to have his old cello back so he could play again.
Later that evening he went into the control room and found Keith.
"Why are you here? He asked. "It was Lance's turn."
Keith smiled. "It seems the crab salad didn't agree with him, and he asked me to take over."
Hunk frowned. "That's odd, I ate two whole plates and I feel fine."
Keith shrugged. "Anyway, are you going to see your gift?"
He sighed. "I guess so. Better get this over with."
The captain pushed a button and the chutes appeared. "If you need help call me, okay?"
"Okay."
Hunk turned on his flashlight and jumped out from Yellow's maw and began looking around the cave.
"There's nothing-"
A spotlight was turned on, showing a makeshift stage with a chair and a cello.
Hunk ran to the stage, and taking the cello by its neck looked at it closely. He smiled widely.
It was his cello; it had his initials on its side. His bow was on the chair. It had been recently re-haired.
"Happy birthday, my friend."
He looked up, and saw Lance coming into stage.
"How did you know?"
"That it was your birthday wish?" he said. "Because I know how you miss playing the cello. I feel the same way."
Hunk sat on the chair and plucked a string; it vibrated and moved the air around it, producing a sound wave. "Remember what our teacher used to say about cellos?"
Lance nodded. "That it has been described as the closest sounding instrument to the human voice. And I agree wholeheartedly."
"Did you bring your cello to Arus too?"
"Yes, it's in my quarters."
"You should have brought it here so we could play together, like old times."
Grinning, Lance produced a bow. "We still can play a duo with a cello."
Hunk grinned back. "You're right!"
Lance stood behind him, and soon they were playing a passionate version of the 21st century band Coldplay song Every Tear Is a Waterfall.
They met as rivals, and then became friends and partners.
~*~
The Castle Chatelaine
Word/Theme: Wish
Word Count: 504
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Yoshi, Secret Space Mouse
Word/Theme: Wish
Word Count: 504
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Yoshi, Secret Space Mouse
Nanny knocked quietly at the door to the Princess' dressing room, entering only after receiving permission to do so, as was only proper now that the Princess was married. She sketched a curtsey.
Good. Allura was almost ready. Her hair was already styled into an intricate chignon. All she needed to do was affix her diadem, then put on her gown and the rest of her jewelry.
"I'm sorry we were late getting back," the Princess apologized. "There was a solar storm near Jarre, so we had to detour."
"Princesses do not apologize." Nanny chided, even as she laid a maternal hand on the Princess' shoulders. Allura reached up to cover her hand and squeeze it lightly. The physical contact eased the knot in chatelaine's stomach that presented itself whenever the Force had a mission.
Stepping away, Nanny updated her datapad. The success of any formal dinner depended on perfect timing. She would not settle for anything less than perfection to celebrate the anniversary of arrival of the Space Explorers.
She could remember only too well the terror that followed the fall of Arus. Despair ruled; hope all but forgotten. Her only wish was that they survive another day.
The arrival of the Force was the culmination of that wish. Voltron was revived. Arus was flourishing, The Princess' joy was almost tangible. Nanny realized that she had everything she had been too afraid to wish for. Well, everything except...
The need to follow the strictest levels of protocol in front of impressionable junior servants had Nanny dipping into another curtsy and requesting permission to take her leave. It was forbidden for any retainer to turn their back on the monarch, so Nanny backed out of the room, colliding with something as she exited the door.
"Your Highness!"
"Please, it's Keith. Or Captain. Commander if you prefer... Allura's the Highness here."
Ignoring the Prince Consort's silliness, Nanny looked at him with a critical eye. He was wearing the mess uniform that Garrison officers were required to wear on the most formal of occasions. Much to her dismay, his hair was a mess too. She itched to comb and gel it into submission.
Keith bore her inspection stoically for a few moments. before quirking an eyebrow, "You could give Garrison's toughest drill instructors a run for their money. I bet you don't miss a-"
The way Keith's voice trailed off and the sudden dazed look on his face had Nanny turning around. Ah. She bit back a chuckle. With the door open as it was, they could see Allura's reflection in the mirror. The Princess was in her foundation garments -- corset and stockings -- about to step into her formal gown.
She bit back a smile and took her leave, leaving the door open. Turning to her datapad, Nanny made a note to order more lingerie for the Princess. After all, no harm in laying the groundwork to make her wish a reality.
The Royal Nursery had been empty for far too long.
Good. Allura was almost ready. Her hair was already styled into an intricate chignon. All she needed to do was affix her diadem, then put on her gown and the rest of her jewelry.
"I'm sorry we were late getting back," the Princess apologized. "There was a solar storm near Jarre, so we had to detour."
"Princesses do not apologize." Nanny chided, even as she laid a maternal hand on the Princess' shoulders. Allura reached up to cover her hand and squeeze it lightly. The physical contact eased the knot in chatelaine's stomach that presented itself whenever the Force had a mission.
Stepping away, Nanny updated her datapad. The success of any formal dinner depended on perfect timing. She would not settle for anything less than perfection to celebrate the anniversary of arrival of the Space Explorers.
She could remember only too well the terror that followed the fall of Arus. Despair ruled; hope all but forgotten. Her only wish was that they survive another day.
The arrival of the Force was the culmination of that wish. Voltron was revived. Arus was flourishing, The Princess' joy was almost tangible. Nanny realized that she had everything she had been too afraid to wish for. Well, everything except...
The need to follow the strictest levels of protocol in front of impressionable junior servants had Nanny dipping into another curtsy and requesting permission to take her leave. It was forbidden for any retainer to turn their back on the monarch, so Nanny backed out of the room, colliding with something as she exited the door.
"Your Highness!"
"Please, it's Keith. Or Captain. Commander if you prefer... Allura's the Highness here."
Ignoring the Prince Consort's silliness, Nanny looked at him with a critical eye. He was wearing the mess uniform that Garrison officers were required to wear on the most formal of occasions. Much to her dismay, his hair was a mess too. She itched to comb and gel it into submission.
Keith bore her inspection stoically for a few moments. before quirking an eyebrow, "You could give Garrison's toughest drill instructors a run for their money. I bet you don't miss a-"
The way Keith's voice trailed off and the sudden dazed look on his face had Nanny turning around. Ah. She bit back a chuckle. With the door open as it was, they could see Allura's reflection in the mirror. The Princess was in her foundation garments -- corset and stockings -- about to step into her formal gown.
She bit back a smile and took her leave, leaving the door open. Turning to her datapad, Nanny made a note to order more lingerie for the Princess. After all, no harm in laying the groundwork to make her wish a reality.
The Royal Nursery had been empty for far too long.
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