miscellaneous drabbles: ca, pr:jf & pr:rpm, pg-pg-15
For Jules, cutebunny43 , who is sickly and requested these when I made her prompt me, because I love her. Two Power Rangers, plus an original drabble. They were supposed to be angst, but they're all vicious, vicious fluff. Enjoy! :D
PR: RPM - dillon/ziggy/k, prompt: quiet time
The soft, comforting sound of the keys of a keyboard clacking and the clink of metal on metal were the only sounds in the garage late one Sunday afternoon. K was working on something she and Flynn had been babbling about excitedly last night in incomprehensible language. Dillon was working on his car, sweaty, covered in grease and having the time of his life. The silence between them was comfortable - neither really enjoyed the mindless small talk that seemed to be the bread and butter of the other Rangers. Occasionally they would share glances and gentle smirks over computer screens and car hoods, as if to silently assure the other ‘yeah, I’m still here, and yes, I still want to be here.’
The gentle hum of the garage was shattered into about a million Ziggy-sized pieces when Ranger Series Green bounded excitedly into the room. “Dillon, Dillon, dude, you would not believe what just happened. So, Flynn and I were out grocery shopping and he was all ‘let’s get some bananas!’, well it sounded more like ‘laht’s git sum bahnahnahs’-” Here, Ziggy did an atrocious impersonation of Flynn’s accent, “but I was all ‘no way, let’s get some candy!’ and he was all-”
Dillon could see where this story was headed. He couldn’t believe Flynn would let Ziggy near the candy again, after what happened last time when Ziggy inhaled about twenty pixie stix and got gum over everything in the garage except his own helmet.
Ziggy seemed to realize that Dillon had stopped listening, but rather than pout, he bounded over to K. “K K K K K K K,” Ziggy chanted, sounding like a broken record, bouncing on the balls of his feet with every repeated syllable. “You will not believe what happened at the grocery store, Flynn was all-” K turned her head slowly to stare at Dillon wordlessly. She blinked. Twice. Dillon saw she was nearly two seconds from blasting Ziggy in the head with whatever she had on hand - which seemed to be the neuralizer that could atomize walls ten feet thick in a millisecond. Ziggy’s head was hard, but not that hard.
Dillon had to act, and fast. He strode over to K’s desk, where Ziggy was dancing in place, hands shaking with the amount of sugar in his system. Tugging forcefully on Ziggy’s shoulder, Dillon turned him so Ziggy was staring up the Black Ranger, nearly vibrating with suppressed energy. “Shut. Up.” Dillon commanded abruptly and Ziggy froze, receiving a kiss for his obedience. Dillon manhandled a now-silent Ziggy around to face K, who waited a moment, before similarly rewarding him with a kiss.
“Are you almost finished?” Dillon asked K, casting a useless glance at her computer monitor - not like he’d have any idea what any of it meant. K settled an appraising look on her screen before nodding.
“I have reached a suitable stopping point,” she said, peering up at the much taller Ranger. “What did you have in mind?”
Dillon glanced at the jittery Ziggy before considering his grease-stained hands. “Well, after I finish up here, I need to clean up,” he said, wiggling the blackened fingers on one hand, before grinning cheerfully. “And we need to work off some of this energy.” Ziggy perked up at those words. “So, I was thinking… shower?” Dillon settled a mischievous look on K, whose slow, wicked grin spread across her entire face. She considered both the now gleefully smiling Ziggy and sweaty, impish Dillon.
“That would be most satisfactory,” she replied primly, still grinning. She quickly hit a series of keys on her keyboard before turning off the monitor. She offered her hand to Ziggy, who took it promptly. She stood on tiptoes to press a kiss to Dillon’s cheek - and didn’t protest when he dragged her against him and made it a bit more. Ziggy received similar treatment, though with a quick press of the lips and a soft, biting kiss along his neck instead.
“Come along,” K said, unable to refrain from grinning now, and tugged Ziggy behind her, who trailed after her like a puppy about to pee in excitement.
Dillon watched them go, a smirk quirking his lips. He considered the car beside him, which still needed at least ten minutes of fine-tuning before it could be considered finished - the garage was silent now, he could get it all done in the lull and the quiet time. He was silent for a moment before shrugging. He tossed his rag over his shoulder and headed for the bathroom.
It could wait.
There were far more exciting things to do than stay quiet.
In fact, he hoped that the three of them made quite a bit of noise.
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CA - nialida, prompt: you could have it all, my empire of dirt (totally supposed to be angst, but it's totally just all fluff. and AU. and chibi! so, enjoy. :D)
“This is mine.” Wide brown eyes stared into equally wide green ones.
“What? No way! This is totally all mine!” Calida stamped her small foot and crossed her arms angrily. “Your side is over there!” She pointed at a smaller patch of ground several feet away. This was so not fair! This stupid boy shows up and tries to take away her kingdom? Not on her watch. Plus, she had all her buckets and shovels set up already, so there! He could just go get cooties and run away and die for all she cared.
Niall whirled to peer at his supposed side of the playground. “That’s not my side!” he protested angrily, spinning back. “This is! Who lied and made you boss?” He retorted, huffing as red fringe fell into his eyes. He dug his feet stubbornly into the ground, tattered green sneakers already hardly identifiable under the layers of dirt and grime.
“It’s who died and made you boss, buttface,” Calida said in a ‘duh’ sort of voice. “Plus, I’m queen, so I was already boss, even before your stupidface showed up here.”
“Yeah, well,” Niall hunted for a suitably scathing retort. “Well, I’m king and kings rule over queens, so there!” He stuck his tongue out for good measure. Stupid girls. Cootie catchers, all of ‘em.
Calida opened her mouth to reply, when she got shoved from behind - hard.
“Get outta my way, ya stupid girl,” came a girl’s voice from above. Cali rolled over to see Keira standing over her, smiling her big dumb angry smile.
“Hey, what was that for?” Niall said, sounding faintly affronted, even though he’d been wanting to do the same thing for the past few minutes. “You don’t have to push her.”
Cali bit back hard on the tears that threatened to fall, concentrating instead on her rage. Her mom had made her this dress, all perfect and white, with little red flames dancing along the bottom. And now, this stupid dumb girl had ruined it! Calida stood shakily.
“Aw, lookit, little baby girl’s gonna cry!” taunted Keira.
“Am not!” Cali shouted back, ‘cause she wasn’t. ‘Specially not in front of big dumb boy, who was looking at her with concern (and a little fear, because crying girls were kinda scary). “And if I was, it’d only be because I saw your big ugly face!” Keira blanched and the boy snickered.
“You’re funny,” he said, looking down at Calida, who peered up at him. He had a smudge of dirt across one cheek and his hair went flippy-flopping everywhere, but he was smiling a big smile that didn’t seem so dumb anymore. He turned to look at Keira. “And you’re mean. Why don’t you go and bother somebody else?”
“You gonna fight me?” Keira bared her teeth and Niall blinked at her, considering. He wasn’t s’posed to fight girls. He didn’t quite know why. Dad had tried to explain it to him, but Niall just stared at him blankly. He’d ended up just saying ‘Because they’re girls’ which seemed like a stupid reason to him. Tain was a girl, and they fought all the time. They weren’t s’posed to though, so maybe that was why. Keira was older than him, and taller. Dad said he wasn’t gonna grow real big until he got older, but he was still older than most of Ms. Phoebe’s class, so that was okay. So maybe it would be okay if he fought Keira? But even if she was taller and bigger and meaner, she was still a girl, so Dad would probably get mad. So maybe not.
“No,” he said finally. “You’re a girl. And I’m not s’posed to fight girls.” He would win though. Definitely.
“Yeah, well, I can!” Cali said next to him out of nowhere, lunging for the bigger girl. She took her down with a well placed tackle and Niall watched in both admiration and fascination as Cali proceeded to beat up the older girl. Keira ran away, crying, and Cali sat cross legged in the mud, panting with exertion.
“Wow, you’re good at fighting too,” Niall said, crouching next to her. He glanced over at the girl and was horrified to realize that she was crying - but only a little. “Uh, uh, are, um, you…okay?” he asked hesitantly.
“She, she…” Cali hiccupped, brushing angrily at her face. “She ruined my dress. So I kicked her butt. But… it’s still ruined! And my mom made it for me and Rai helped and now it’s all dirty and my parents might get mad but I can’t clean it myself and and and,” Cali hiccupped again.
Niall blinked. “My sister could help?” he offered hesitantly. Cali turned big wet brown eyes on him, and his stomach felt all squishy. “Her name’s Etain, but I call her Tain and we live just up the street,” he pointed, “And she’s like thirteen,” here, Cali looked suitably impressed - practically a grown-up - “And she knows how to work the dryer and stuff and she’s really nice to people who aren’t me and she’s really good at cleaning because she knocks stuff over all the time and falls over things, so she could definitely clean your dress.” He trailed off and took a deep breath.
“Really?” Cali asked, her eyes even wider though Niall didn’t think that was possible. Niall nodded furiously.
“She isn’t home yet though, she’ll be home in a little bit so… um… we could play until then? And then fix your dress and then my mom could make us lunch!” The prospect of food seemed to make Cali as happy as it did Niall.
“Okay!” she said, much more cheerful now - and not crying anymore, which set Niall much more at ease. “Oh, but…” she looked around nervously, “You’re king and I’m queen… can we still play together?”
Niall considered for a long moment. “I think kings and queens can play together,” he said decisively a second later. “We can both rule the kingdom, together. Like partners!” This seemed much more exciting than his previous plan of playing by himself.
“Together?” Cali seemed a little dubious, but then considered Niall’s rather impressive collection of buckets and toys. Maybe... but... “Like… neither of us is the boss?” She felt rather put out. She liked being the boss.
“We’ll both be the boss,” Niall corrected.
“Oh!” Cali brightened. “Okay!” Niall grinned down at her and she grinned up at him. Both of their stomachs went flip-flopping everywhere and felt a little squishy.
Huh. Weird.
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PR: JF - rj/fran, prompt: she wore a purple dress
Fran has quirks. Hell, Fran has the quirkiest quirks that have ever quirked. But RJ loves that about her.
He loves every inch of the chain of origami cranes she makes out of the Sunday funnies. He adores how she reorganizes her books - not by subject or alphabetically, or chronologically, but biographically, so that the way the books run on the shelves is the same way her life has gone.
(RJ refuses to be smug over the fact that the latest books have titles like ‘Stumbling on Happiness’ and ‘The Science of a Smile’ and one particularly intriguing novel called ‘Bride of the Wolf’ whose title characters seem to be missing many of their clothes on the front cover.)
He loves her penchant for black and white photographs and how she labors over intricate paper dolls for the little girl next door, only to visit her and attach paper parachutes to them to send them flying down three stories into the street.
So yes, RJ is totally and completely enamored of Fran and her quirks, just as she takes every odd and ridiculous thing about him and embraces it in a way that even RJ himself cannot understand. RJ is a Ranger. Although they have defeated Dai Shi and they are no longer the active team, he is and always will be the Purple Ranger. (The only Purple Ranger, at that.) To RJ’s complete joy, Fran starts wearing purple more often, a silent reminder to RJ that yes, she is his, and yes, she loves every part of him, even the crazy Ranger part.
As if he needs reminding.
He is part-wolf, a fact that evokes unending embarrassment for him - but when late in the month, he starts getting a little hairier and dreams about running through forests and hunting with his pack, Fran only reminds him to shave twice a day and cooks his meat a little more rare than usual.
It is this complete acceptance of each other, total appreciation of what the other does and thinks and feels, that eventually leads them to marriage. (Though as the ceremony will be performed by RJ’s father and none of Fran’s family will attend and it will all happen in a grassy field by a quiet stream with only the other Rangers to witness, it will in no way be a conventional marriage.)
And it is no surprise that RJ remembers to book Fran’s favorite black and white photographer for the reception.
And though RJ only smiles when Fran wears a purple dress, simple and demure, with delicate lace sleeves and violets in her hair, he knows he has never and will never see a sight more beautiful in his life than his adorable, quirky, wonderful wife.
PR: RPM - dillon/ziggy/k, prompt: quiet time
The soft, comforting sound of the keys of a keyboard clacking and the clink of metal on metal were the only sounds in the garage late one Sunday afternoon. K was working on something she and Flynn had been babbling about excitedly last night in incomprehensible language. Dillon was working on his car, sweaty, covered in grease and having the time of his life. The silence between them was comfortable - neither really enjoyed the mindless small talk that seemed to be the bread and butter of the other Rangers. Occasionally they would share glances and gentle smirks over computer screens and car hoods, as if to silently assure the other ‘yeah, I’m still here, and yes, I still want to be here.’
The gentle hum of the garage was shattered into about a million Ziggy-sized pieces when Ranger Series Green bounded excitedly into the room. “Dillon, Dillon, dude, you would not believe what just happened. So, Flynn and I were out grocery shopping and he was all ‘let’s get some bananas!’, well it sounded more like ‘laht’s git sum bahnahnahs’-” Here, Ziggy did an atrocious impersonation of Flynn’s accent, “but I was all ‘no way, let’s get some candy!’ and he was all-”
Dillon could see where this story was headed. He couldn’t believe Flynn would let Ziggy near the candy again, after what happened last time when Ziggy inhaled about twenty pixie stix and got gum over everything in the garage except his own helmet.
Ziggy seemed to realize that Dillon had stopped listening, but rather than pout, he bounded over to K. “K K K K K K K,” Ziggy chanted, sounding like a broken record, bouncing on the balls of his feet with every repeated syllable. “You will not believe what happened at the grocery store, Flynn was all-” K turned her head slowly to stare at Dillon wordlessly. She blinked. Twice. Dillon saw she was nearly two seconds from blasting Ziggy in the head with whatever she had on hand - which seemed to be the neuralizer that could atomize walls ten feet thick in a millisecond. Ziggy’s head was hard, but not that hard.
Dillon had to act, and fast. He strode over to K’s desk, where Ziggy was dancing in place, hands shaking with the amount of sugar in his system. Tugging forcefully on Ziggy’s shoulder, Dillon turned him so Ziggy was staring up the Black Ranger, nearly vibrating with suppressed energy. “Shut. Up.” Dillon commanded abruptly and Ziggy froze, receiving a kiss for his obedience. Dillon manhandled a now-silent Ziggy around to face K, who waited a moment, before similarly rewarding him with a kiss.
“Are you almost finished?” Dillon asked K, casting a useless glance at her computer monitor - not like he’d have any idea what any of it meant. K settled an appraising look on her screen before nodding.
“I have reached a suitable stopping point,” she said, peering up at the much taller Ranger. “What did you have in mind?”
Dillon glanced at the jittery Ziggy before considering his grease-stained hands. “Well, after I finish up here, I need to clean up,” he said, wiggling the blackened fingers on one hand, before grinning cheerfully. “And we need to work off some of this energy.” Ziggy perked up at those words. “So, I was thinking… shower?” Dillon settled a mischievous look on K, whose slow, wicked grin spread across her entire face. She considered both the now gleefully smiling Ziggy and sweaty, impish Dillon.
“That would be most satisfactory,” she replied primly, still grinning. She quickly hit a series of keys on her keyboard before turning off the monitor. She offered her hand to Ziggy, who took it promptly. She stood on tiptoes to press a kiss to Dillon’s cheek - and didn’t protest when he dragged her against him and made it a bit more. Ziggy received similar treatment, though with a quick press of the lips and a soft, biting kiss along his neck instead.
“Come along,” K said, unable to refrain from grinning now, and tugged Ziggy behind her, who trailed after her like a puppy about to pee in excitement.
Dillon watched them go, a smirk quirking his lips. He considered the car beside him, which still needed at least ten minutes of fine-tuning before it could be considered finished - the garage was silent now, he could get it all done in the lull and the quiet time. He was silent for a moment before shrugging. He tossed his rag over his shoulder and headed for the bathroom.
It could wait.
There were far more exciting things to do than stay quiet.
In fact, he hoped that the three of them made quite a bit of noise.
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CA - nialida, prompt: you could have it all, my empire of dirt (totally supposed to be angst, but it's totally just all fluff. and AU. and chibi! so, enjoy. :D)
“This is mine.” Wide brown eyes stared into equally wide green ones.
“What? No way! This is totally all mine!” Calida stamped her small foot and crossed her arms angrily. “Your side is over there!” She pointed at a smaller patch of ground several feet away. This was so not fair! This stupid boy shows up and tries to take away her kingdom? Not on her watch. Plus, she had all her buckets and shovels set up already, so there! He could just go get cooties and run away and die for all she cared.
Niall whirled to peer at his supposed side of the playground. “That’s not my side!” he protested angrily, spinning back. “This is! Who lied and made you boss?” He retorted, huffing as red fringe fell into his eyes. He dug his feet stubbornly into the ground, tattered green sneakers already hardly identifiable under the layers of dirt and grime.
“It’s who died and made you boss, buttface,” Calida said in a ‘duh’ sort of voice. “Plus, I’m queen, so I was already boss, even before your stupidface showed up here.”
“Yeah, well,” Niall hunted for a suitably scathing retort. “Well, I’m king and kings rule over queens, so there!” He stuck his tongue out for good measure. Stupid girls. Cootie catchers, all of ‘em.
Calida opened her mouth to reply, when she got shoved from behind - hard.
“Get outta my way, ya stupid girl,” came a girl’s voice from above. Cali rolled over to see Keira standing over her, smiling her big dumb angry smile.
“Hey, what was that for?” Niall said, sounding faintly affronted, even though he’d been wanting to do the same thing for the past few minutes. “You don’t have to push her.”
Cali bit back hard on the tears that threatened to fall, concentrating instead on her rage. Her mom had made her this dress, all perfect and white, with little red flames dancing along the bottom. And now, this stupid dumb girl had ruined it! Calida stood shakily.
“Aw, lookit, little baby girl’s gonna cry!” taunted Keira.
“Am not!” Cali shouted back, ‘cause she wasn’t. ‘Specially not in front of big dumb boy, who was looking at her with concern (and a little fear, because crying girls were kinda scary). “And if I was, it’d only be because I saw your big ugly face!” Keira blanched and the boy snickered.
“You’re funny,” he said, looking down at Calida, who peered up at him. He had a smudge of dirt across one cheek and his hair went flippy-flopping everywhere, but he was smiling a big smile that didn’t seem so dumb anymore. He turned to look at Keira. “And you’re mean. Why don’t you go and bother somebody else?”
“You gonna fight me?” Keira bared her teeth and Niall blinked at her, considering. He wasn’t s’posed to fight girls. He didn’t quite know why. Dad had tried to explain it to him, but Niall just stared at him blankly. He’d ended up just saying ‘Because they’re girls’ which seemed like a stupid reason to him. Tain was a girl, and they fought all the time. They weren’t s’posed to though, so maybe that was why. Keira was older than him, and taller. Dad said he wasn’t gonna grow real big until he got older, but he was still older than most of Ms. Phoebe’s class, so that was okay. So maybe it would be okay if he fought Keira? But even if she was taller and bigger and meaner, she was still a girl, so Dad would probably get mad. So maybe not.
“No,” he said finally. “You’re a girl. And I’m not s’posed to fight girls.” He would win though. Definitely.
“Yeah, well, I can!” Cali said next to him out of nowhere, lunging for the bigger girl. She took her down with a well placed tackle and Niall watched in both admiration and fascination as Cali proceeded to beat up the older girl. Keira ran away, crying, and Cali sat cross legged in the mud, panting with exertion.
“Wow, you’re good at fighting too,” Niall said, crouching next to her. He glanced over at the girl and was horrified to realize that she was crying - but only a little. “Uh, uh, are, um, you…okay?” he asked hesitantly.
“She, she…” Cali hiccupped, brushing angrily at her face. “She ruined my dress. So I kicked her butt. But… it’s still ruined! And my mom made it for me and Rai helped and now it’s all dirty and my parents might get mad but I can’t clean it myself and and and,” Cali hiccupped again.
Niall blinked. “My sister could help?” he offered hesitantly. Cali turned big wet brown eyes on him, and his stomach felt all squishy. “Her name’s Etain, but I call her Tain and we live just up the street,” he pointed, “And she’s like thirteen,” here, Cali looked suitably impressed - practically a grown-up - “And she knows how to work the dryer and stuff and she’s really nice to people who aren’t me and she’s really good at cleaning because she knocks stuff over all the time and falls over things, so she could definitely clean your dress.” He trailed off and took a deep breath.
“Really?” Cali asked, her eyes even wider though Niall didn’t think that was possible. Niall nodded furiously.
“She isn’t home yet though, she’ll be home in a little bit so… um… we could play until then? And then fix your dress and then my mom could make us lunch!” The prospect of food seemed to make Cali as happy as it did Niall.
“Okay!” she said, much more cheerful now - and not crying anymore, which set Niall much more at ease. “Oh, but…” she looked around nervously, “You’re king and I’m queen… can we still play together?”
Niall considered for a long moment. “I think kings and queens can play together,” he said decisively a second later. “We can both rule the kingdom, together. Like partners!” This seemed much more exciting than his previous plan of playing by himself.
“Together?” Cali seemed a little dubious, but then considered Niall’s rather impressive collection of buckets and toys. Maybe... but... “Like… neither of us is the boss?” She felt rather put out. She liked being the boss.
“We’ll both be the boss,” Niall corrected.
“Oh!” Cali brightened. “Okay!” Niall grinned down at her and she grinned up at him. Both of their stomachs went flip-flopping everywhere and felt a little squishy.
Huh. Weird.
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PR: JF - rj/fran, prompt: she wore a purple dress
Fran has quirks. Hell, Fran has the quirkiest quirks that have ever quirked. But RJ loves that about her.
He loves every inch of the chain of origami cranes she makes out of the Sunday funnies. He adores how she reorganizes her books - not by subject or alphabetically, or chronologically, but biographically, so that the way the books run on the shelves is the same way her life has gone.
(RJ refuses to be smug over the fact that the latest books have titles like ‘Stumbling on Happiness’ and ‘The Science of a Smile’ and one particularly intriguing novel called ‘Bride of the Wolf’ whose title characters seem to be missing many of their clothes on the front cover.)
He loves her penchant for black and white photographs and how she labors over intricate paper dolls for the little girl next door, only to visit her and attach paper parachutes to them to send them flying down three stories into the street.
So yes, RJ is totally and completely enamored of Fran and her quirks, just as she takes every odd and ridiculous thing about him and embraces it in a way that even RJ himself cannot understand. RJ is a Ranger. Although they have defeated Dai Shi and they are no longer the active team, he is and always will be the Purple Ranger. (The only Purple Ranger, at that.) To RJ’s complete joy, Fran starts wearing purple more often, a silent reminder to RJ that yes, she is his, and yes, she loves every part of him, even the crazy Ranger part.
As if he needs reminding.
He is part-wolf, a fact that evokes unending embarrassment for him - but when late in the month, he starts getting a little hairier and dreams about running through forests and hunting with his pack, Fran only reminds him to shave twice a day and cooks his meat a little more rare than usual.
It is this complete acceptance of each other, total appreciation of what the other does and thinks and feels, that eventually leads them to marriage. (Though as the ceremony will be performed by RJ’s father and none of Fran’s family will attend and it will all happen in a grassy field by a quiet stream with only the other Rangers to witness, it will in no way be a conventional marriage.)
And it is no surprise that RJ remembers to book Fran’s favorite black and white photographer for the reception.
And though RJ only smiles when Fran wears a purple dress, simple and demure, with delicate lace sleeves and violets in her hair, he knows he has never and will never see a sight more beautiful in his life than his adorable, quirky, wonderful wife.