Bring on the Fluff
My remix is done. While I'm diving into some other WIPs at the moment, I am also celebrating this accomplishment with a call for prompts. However, for many reasons, I am only taking prompts for a specific variety of fics. Allow me to invoke some visual aids:
I want to write fics like this...
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I want to write fics like this...
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I Now Pronounce You Ranger and Ranger
Burt didn’t quite know what to think when Kurt asked him for Power Rangers action figures. Burt got them for him-because, what was the harm in that? Kurt had lots of craft supplies and outdoor toys, but he was kind of short on indoor toys. He’d been playing a lot more inside lately, maybe to keep close to his mom, maybe because his little friend Hannah had moved away and all the other kids on the block his age were boys. He wasn’t smiling nearly as much lately, and maybe this would cheer him up.
Yes, Burt had dozens of good reasons for getting him the full Power Rangers play set. And if maybe one of them wasn’t quite as noble and non-gender-role-related as the rest of them…
No. Burt was not starting down that road.
It was a good thing he didn’t, because Kurt didn’t play Power Rangers in the typical way. Kurt decked out the Command Center play set with mini-garlands and tiny hand-made paper flowers. He cut a strip of wide red ribbon and made it into a carpet for an aisle. Instead of battling the Power Rangers, the evil Putties were a “string quartet,” which meant Kurt taped paper cut-outs of violins to their hands and sat them on top of his Discman while it played “Here Comes the Bride.” Zordon was the officiant. Alpha was the ring-bearer.
Burt watched from the living room doorway as Kurt marched the Pink Ranger bride down the aisle to meet the White Ranger groom. Then the Yellow Ranger bride followed and met the Red Ranger groom. Kurt stopped and stared when he apparently realized which Rangers he had left.
“Dad?” Kurt said, turning toward him and picking up the Black Ranger and the Blue Ranger, one in each hand, his thumbs clutched over their very flat, very masculine chests. “I really want to have a triple wedding.”
“Sounds like fun,” Burt said, kind of at a loss but trying not to show it.
Kurt’s eyes lowered for a moment, like he was thinking hard about what to say next. Then his head shot up. “Can they get married?”
There were a lot of things that maybe Burt should’ve said then, things that he and his wife were pretty sure by now would have to be said at some point, about how it was going to take the world time to catch up and treat Kurt the way he deserved to be treated. Kurt hadn’t said anything about himself in that regard yet-probably didn’t even know anything about it yet-so maybe that kind of a talk wouldn’t make much sense right then.
There was one thing Burt could do, though. He smiled and said, “I don’t see why not.”
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