That Rainbow
Title: Purple
Author: Serial
Rating: K/K+ for Blue's potty mouth
Characters: Blue Link, Red Link, Vio (Link?), Green Link
Pairings: BluexRed, implied VioxBlue
Summary: Red never knew how close he was to the truth with Blue.
AN: Drabbles the heck. A mix of colors and shiz, part 1.
WARNING: This will include boys' love or mentions of boys' love. If you don't like, don't read. I don't want nasty comments/reviews.
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"Aw, thank you, Prince Blue, for saving me! It's like, you love me or something!" Red hugs Blue, a newly defeated boss falling to the ground.
"You wouldn't need goddamn saving if you could stop getting tricked by the stupid monsters Red!" Blue roars, shaking Red off.
"Whoa, Blue, don't get your tunic in a bunch," Vio says as he grabs the force gems littering the floor.
"What's your problem, dude?" Green rolls his eyes as he pats Red's back.
"Nothing!"
Blue humphs and walks out, the rest sighing and following after the irritated Link.
"Stupid Red. Stupid boss. Stupid dungeon." Blue kicks pebbles and possible Picori out of his way.
"Hey." Blue turns, angry expression on face.
"What?" He snaps at Green, who isn't looking as peachy himself.
"You need to chill. Seriously. I know you're the hot-headed part of Link, but this is over-kill," Green frowns, putting a hand on Blue's shoulder.
"And?" Blue walks a little faster, shaking off Green's hand.
"I made an appointment with Zelda's therapist for you," Green continues walking even though Blue is starting to cough sporadically, red in the face.
"W-What?" Blue yells, his voice reaching an octave most pubescent boys can't reach.
"You are to go every Tuesday at three. No excuses!" Green walks ahead, noticing Zelda waving in the distance.
"ARGH!" Blue screams in response, hat and arms in the air.
"Are you ok, Midnight Blue?" Red passes by, a comical half-worried half-laughing look on his face. Blue's fingers twitch, aching to curl around his neck.
"Wanna talk?" Vio asks, a faint trace of a smirk on his face.
"...No." Blue sniffs, looking at the ground.
"Come on." Vio tugs him along.
...
"I don't wanna do this!" Blue lies on a long lounge chair, staring at the ceiling. Vio sits next to him, reading glasses and clipboard in hand.
"I told Green, and he says it's either this or Mr. Folit." Blue shudders, remembering the last time he was forced to spill his guts out to him.
"What was that thing you need, Vio?" He looks up at him, desperation and fear in his eyes.
"You like Red." Vio says bluntly, adding effect by looking over his glasses.
"W-WHAT!" Once again Blue starts coughing, redder than before.
"Red goes well with blue." Vio observes.
"WHY ARE YOU WRITING THAT DOWN?" Blue screams, earning yells from Green to, "Shut the hell up!"
"It's so obvious. The only reason Red hasn't noticed either is because he's equally idiotic as you." Vio points upwards, past the ceiling, where Red was currently residing. Blue unconsciously blushes.
"Aha. Hypothesis proven correct." Vio writes something else down.
"Ok. Fine. Let's suppose you were correct, and I did have a 'crush' on Red," You could hear the quotation marks in his words, "Wouldn't that be narcratist or something?"
"Narcissist. And yes, it would," Blue looks a bit crushed, "It doesn't really matter, though. Everyone loves themselves." Vio says nonchalantly.
"So now begins the 'Become Friendlier With Red Project.'" Vio stands up, a yawn escaping him.
"Whut?" Blue sits up, staring at him as if he got hit in the head with his hammer.
"Green wants to see cooperation skills, not you making kissy faces at Red." Blue flushes red, again.
"Why do you use words that are so hard to understand!"
…
"Hey Alice Blue!" Red yells at the table, cheery disposition at his feet.
"Hey Coral Red." Blue twirls his coffee-colored milk.
Red jumps in the air, "Whoa Blue! You learned your shades of red!"
"Nothing to be that surprised about," Blue mutters into his cup.
"Of course it is, Royal Blue!" A vein throbs on Blue's forehead.
"... Shut up American Rose."
"Majorelle Blue!"
"Raspberry."
"Lavender!" Vio walks in, half asleep. Blue glares at him.
"... Bad time?"
…
"OK. Green has already come to me, worshiping the ground I walk on because you stopped fighting with Red. What we need now is 'The Talk.'" Vio points at a large board with scribbles on it.
"Talk? What Talk?" Blue starts panicking, remembering the last time Zelda's maid yelled at the Links for arguing over nothing. Apparently they were going through 'puberty', and the rest was to horrible to repeat.
"The Talk as in 'Get Naïve Red to Realize Blue's Deep Feelings for Him.'" Blue flushes red(he's been doing that a lot lately, and it was pissing him off.)
"H-hey, who said you could make a plan like that, you idiot!"
Vio glares at him, "Because you are too thick-headed to do it yourself, Mr. Hotheaded and Aggressive."
"Ok, ok, fine, what do you want me to do?"
...
"Hey, Light Blue." Red leans over Blue's shoulder.
"Yes, Fuchsia?" He flips the page of the picture book he's reading.
Red responds by pecking him on the cheek.
"W-what the-?" Blue jumps off his seat, face red for the nth time.
"Candy-apple red!" Red smiles, "I'm not stupid, you know!" He skips happily away.
As Red passes Vio in the hallway, he whispers, "Plan 'Get Thick-Headed Blue to Realize That He's the Clueless One' successful!" And hums as he skips away.
Vio just chuckles, walking upstairs.
...
"Hey, Vio." He turns and sees Green, oblivious to the dungeon surroundings.
"Are you ok with that?" Green gestures to the blushing Blue and the taunting Red in the corner, playfully arguing and almost setting off a trap.
"... Why would I not?" Vio shrugs, aiming an arrow at the faint crack in the wall.
"Don't you like Blue, though?" Vio twitches, and ends up getting Red's hat instead.
"What? How?" He gapes stupidly at Green.
"Hey! I'm the leader! I should be able to know when my teammates makes googly eyes at another man!" He puffs his chest out, looking proud.
"I do not, fairy boy," Vio sulks, walking over to get his arrow out of the wall.
All of a sudden, Tingle appears.
"Hey, good lookin', wanna come with Tingle Mama?" He coos at Green, who screams and runs to the rest of the group.
Tingle sighs, "Why does all the handsome ones run from Tingle, yes?"
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Aw Tingle, don't worry. They're just not ready for the Tingster yet!
