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Miranoi is not an 80's sitcom (Kai/Leo) PG for funhappyprfic
Title: Miranoi is not an 80's sitcom
Fandom: PR: Lost Galaxy
Pairing: Kai/Leo
Rating: PG
Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scifislasher/scifisentai in the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
funhappyprfic exchange. The prompt: Kai/Leo being dorks at each others, preferably with lots of snark because, yeah, this is Kai we're talking about here. I've been reading quite a bit of Atlantis lately, so hopefully Kai and Leo didn't transform themselves into Lanteans while I wasn't looking. And forgive the title, you know how I feel about titles. ♥ Fun happiness Kiri!
Summary: Leo does some redecorating. Kai is incredibly *not* happy about it.
Miranoi is not an 80's sitcom
“What the hell is all this?” Kai asked warily, ignoring the bare-chested man in front of him in favor of staring with abject horror at the nightmare that used to be his living room.
Leo, oblivious to the irritation in Kai’s tone, or at least too used to it to pay it any attention, answered enthusiastically. “I redecorated! Happy Anniversary!” He held out both arms, proudly presenting the fruits of his labor, and Kai belatedly noticed the paintbrush in one hand, still damningly wet.
“It’s purple.” Kai said.
“Well, yeah.” Leo surveyed his handiwork as if to confirm that the entire room was, indeed, purple. “Red plus blue. I thought it was, you know…” Leo made a gesture with his free hand that Kai imagined was supposed to fill in the blank.
“Repulsive?” Kai ventured mockingly.
“Cute,” Leo finished with a scowl in Kai’s direction that the former blue ranger found, well, cute. Not that he could ever admit that to Leo. The man did not know subtle; he’d probably walk around all day scowling at Kai in hopes of encouraging random make out sessions until the rest of the team set up couple’s counseling. Or an intervention. Kai really, really wanted to avoid another intervention.
“On exactly which planet does painting our house the color of a giant plush dinosaur constitute ‘cute’? Not this one, and not the one we came from, I promise you that.” Kai had begun to pace the length of room while he spoke, eyes locked on nearest wall as if willing it to change color.
Leo had the audacity to laugh. “It’s not Barney purple, Kai. It’s the color of royalty, nice and masculine. You know you like it.”
Kai picked up a roller from the floor and held it aloft. “Excuse me, your Highness, but there is nothing ‘royal’ or nice about this color. I demand the old color or a new boyfriend by the end of the day.”
Leo smiled brightly and sliced his brush across the empty air, dropping into fighting stance like he was posturing for one of Scorpius' monsters, and sent a line of purple paint straight across Kai’s chest, neatly bisecting his blue shirt. The two men stared in silence at the slash of paint for a few moments before Leo giggled and ducked behind the couch.
Now it was Kai's turn to scowl, but it was less than affective when aimed at the top of Leo’s head, the only part of the other man he could currently see. “What are you doing?” he asked with exaggerated patience as he carefully put the roller back where he had found it and lifted the soiled shirt over his head.
Leo didn’t look up from his hiding spot, his voice muffled by the couch. “Waiting for retaliation,” he explained.
“And you think the couch will protect you from my glare of death?” Kai sighed wearily and rubbed a hand across the headache threatening to form over his right eye.
“No,” Leo stood up, looking befuddled; Kai willed himself not kill the cute clueless man behind the couch, or kiss away his confused expression. “I thought, you know, I throw paint at you, you throw paint at me. We have a paint fight that becomes a wrestling match that ends with nakedness and fun for everyone.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we were living in an 80’s sitcom,” Kai sneered. Leo’s face fell in spectacular fashion, and damn it, how was he supposed to defend against that? Stupid Red Rangers and their kicked puppy-dog looks. “Look, we’re already halfway naked. Why don’t we skip the part that ends with my living room looking like it survived a batch of children with finger-paints and move this to the bedroom?”
Leo perked right up, paintbrush already falling onto the floor, luckily landing on a drop cloth, while his hands made short work of his pants. “You’re a genius,” he said happily as he moved across the room to help Kai out of the remainder of his clothing.
“Yes, I’m the brains, and you’re the brawn. Which is why you’ll be the one returning my house to its former glory later this afternoon,” Kai informed him sweetly before dragging Leo out of the purple nightmare and into the more soothing tones of their bedroom.
The complete list of my Power Rangers fic can be found here.
Fandom: PR: Lost Galaxy
Pairing: Kai/Leo
Rating: PG
Note: Written for
scifislasher/scifisentai in the funhappyprfic exchange. The prompt: Kai/Leo being dorks at each others, preferably with lots of snark because, yeah, this is Kai we're talking about here. I've been reading quite a bit of Atlantis lately, so hopefully Kai and Leo didn't transform themselves into Lanteans while I wasn't looking. And forgive the title, you know how I feel about titles. ♥ Fun happiness Kiri! Summary: Leo does some redecorating. Kai is incredibly *not* happy about it.
Miranoi is not an 80's sitcom
“What the hell is all this?” Kai asked warily, ignoring the bare-chested man in front of him in favor of staring with abject horror at the nightmare that used to be his living room.
Leo, oblivious to the irritation in Kai’s tone, or at least too used to it to pay it any attention, answered enthusiastically. “I redecorated! Happy Anniversary!” He held out both arms, proudly presenting the fruits of his labor, and Kai belatedly noticed the paintbrush in one hand, still damningly wet.
“It’s purple.” Kai said.
“Well, yeah.” Leo surveyed his handiwork as if to confirm that the entire room was, indeed, purple. “Red plus blue. I thought it was, you know…” Leo made a gesture with his free hand that Kai imagined was supposed to fill in the blank.
“Repulsive?” Kai ventured mockingly.
“Cute,” Leo finished with a scowl in Kai’s direction that the former blue ranger found, well, cute. Not that he could ever admit that to Leo. The man did not know subtle; he’d probably walk around all day scowling at Kai in hopes of encouraging random make out sessions until the rest of the team set up couple’s counseling. Or an intervention. Kai really, really wanted to avoid another intervention.
“On exactly which planet does painting our house the color of a giant plush dinosaur constitute ‘cute’? Not this one, and not the one we came from, I promise you that.” Kai had begun to pace the length of room while he spoke, eyes locked on nearest wall as if willing it to change color.
Leo had the audacity to laugh. “It’s not Barney purple, Kai. It’s the color of royalty, nice and masculine. You know you like it.”
Kai picked up a roller from the floor and held it aloft. “Excuse me, your Highness, but there is nothing ‘royal’ or nice about this color. I demand the old color or a new boyfriend by the end of the day.”
Leo smiled brightly and sliced his brush across the empty air, dropping into fighting stance like he was posturing for one of Scorpius' monsters, and sent a line of purple paint straight across Kai’s chest, neatly bisecting his blue shirt. The two men stared in silence at the slash of paint for a few moments before Leo giggled and ducked behind the couch.
Now it was Kai's turn to scowl, but it was less than affective when aimed at the top of Leo’s head, the only part of the other man he could currently see. “What are you doing?” he asked with exaggerated patience as he carefully put the roller back where he had found it and lifted the soiled shirt over his head.
Leo didn’t look up from his hiding spot, his voice muffled by the couch. “Waiting for retaliation,” he explained.
“And you think the couch will protect you from my glare of death?” Kai sighed wearily and rubbed a hand across the headache threatening to form over his right eye.
“No,” Leo stood up, looking befuddled; Kai willed himself not kill the cute clueless man behind the couch, or kiss away his confused expression. “I thought, you know, I throw paint at you, you throw paint at me. We have a paint fight that becomes a wrestling match that ends with nakedness and fun for everyone.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we were living in an 80’s sitcom,” Kai sneered. Leo’s face fell in spectacular fashion, and damn it, how was he supposed to defend against that? Stupid Red Rangers and their kicked puppy-dog looks. “Look, we’re already halfway naked. Why don’t we skip the part that ends with my living room looking like it survived a batch of children with finger-paints and move this to the bedroom?”
Leo perked right up, paintbrush already falling onto the floor, luckily landing on a drop cloth, while his hands made short work of his pants. “You’re a genius,” he said happily as he moved across the room to help Kai out of the remainder of his clothing.
“Yes, I’m the brains, and you’re the brawn. Which is why you’ll be the one returning my house to its former glory later this afternoon,” Kai informed him sweetly before dragging Leo out of the purple nightmare and into the more soothing tones of their bedroom.
The complete list of my Power Rangers fic can be found here.
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I love this so hard. I love Kai's snarkiness, and that he relents at the end and rewards Leo with sex but only if he promises to be a good boy and fix it after! I love the whole 80s sitcom concept!
Very funny, very in character, and lots of fun. :)
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I actually was going to have a paint fight, but I though 'man, that's such an 80's sitcom cliche' and fic was born.
Thank you!
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don'tco-operate, so no worries. :DThey're both geniuses
This was great! :D
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That probably sums up their relationship: Leo's good intentions leaving Kai horrified. :)
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I know, like it should be totally obvious that it's not Barney. And to prove it, Leo can whip out his very own stuffed purple dinosaur. :)
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*snorts* Dude. I forget how awesome Kai is, and then I read fic and wonder how I could forget how awesome he is, 'cause, dude. KAI. Also totally unable to decide on what would have prompted the first intervention.
I love the idea, too. It just seems like something Leo would come up with.
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'It’s not Barney purple, Kai' Because that makes it all better, doesn't it? How does Kai not see that?
'Kai willed himself not kill the cute clueless man behind the couch' How come he gets one?
'Stupid Red Rangers and their kicked puppy-dog looks' Win!!!!!
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The Red's do specialize in kicked puppy looks. Except maybe Tommy, that's probably why they had to bring him back and make him black.