Schnippet from Rainbow Smoothies? Rainbow Smoothies talky talk for us? 👀
Hi!
Ooh, the smoothie fic! Smoothie fic my beloved <3
Hmm… I guess I could do both? I can give a quick rundown of the fic for those who have not read it alongside revealing a general sypnosis for the next chapter
The smoothie fic is a 4 + 1 multichapter fic where Flynn tries to talk Dillon into joining in for post battle smoothies despite the other’s reluctance. During each instalment, one of the rangers shares their own favourite smoothie recipe in hopes to be convincing enough for Dillon to try one, but he keeps refusing their offers until plot adjacent reasons push him to open up more.
So, with this next chapter, it’s Flynn’s turn! With being exhausted from an incredibly tough battle going wrong, Flynn throws himself into making smoothies for everyone to destress and tries to approach Dillon in hopes for actual success. However, he and Dillon end up butting heads over it.
Now for a snippet…
“I mean,” Flynn grunts as he tugs a Grinder forth and headbutts it, the sound of metal clanging against his helmet. “It’s not like there’s anything harmful about having a smoothie!”
“Well no, there isn’t,” Scott agreed, ducking when a Grinder swings at him with its dagger and dives to the side.
The grinder whirls on its feet and raises its hand high to slam down into the Red Ranger’s back, but Scott is much quicker. Capitalising on its abrupt confusion by swinging his blade across its chest with sparks flying from the metal plating.
Then with a pant, he says, “But you know Dillon, he’s stubborn and refuses to listen whenever you ask him something.”
Summer grunts and stumbles back when a Grinder kicks her in the side, panting slightly. She turns around and roundhouse kicks the android in its face, knocking it off its feet. “Flynn, it sounds like this is bothering you more than it should. Are you sure you’re doing okay?”
“Aye, of course I am. But every time I’ve asked him if he wants a smoothie, he says no—“
Suddenly Flynn is swept right off of his feet and thrown into the air within a blink, knocking the air out of him when his stomach drops in surprise. He yelps when a roaring heat licks the back of his Ranger suit.
“Flynn!”
Then he falls quick and fast, crashing to the ground.
What—
How—
How was he—
He blows a thin shaky wheeze.
