#like I can’t take a deep breath and the tiniest amount of exertion is leaving me gasping for air

[livebythesword]

As if 2024 wasn’t already the year of Testing My Fucking Limits, I am inexplicably on my period for the second time this month, I have a respiratory bug that’s leaving me winded from going up a single flight of stairs, and I have to move my entire apartment over the next two days. God won’t let me die?!?!

[dramatical-gatsbytalia]

A Messy Love Through the Ages - A SidLink AOC fic (Chapter One)

Well. Turns out you have to be invited to AO3. So I guess this is going up on Tumblr until I get my invitation. What a way to come out of fanfiction writer retirement. 

Bit of warning; I have yet to play Age of Calamity yet. I traded in two of my unwanted games and had just enough to get a copy of the game, but it sits on my shelf waiting. Calling to me.

However, this RP was done with someone who has played Age of Calamity in all of its entirety; @wilclhero and I have our second RP that I’ve decided to flesh out because there are few AOC SidLink fics out there. So thank you @wilclhero for your permission and so many great ideas when developing this with me. :)

And I also sat through the 2-ish hours of cutscenes strung together on YouTube to make a film. So like…it’s fanfiction. No one is expecting 100% accuracy. And since this game throws out any time things that make sense in regards to the timeline in Breath of the Wild, I can do it too. Because Jeremy Bearimy said I could.

Chapter 1

It had been a long and treacherous battle. Mipha had been holding off Ganon’s Water Blight for as long as she could, but she had exhausted most of her powers. And as the monstrous beast loomed overhead she had thought for a moment this was the end.

But she would live to see another day. For out of nowhere a trident shot catapulted through the air, destroying what she had been expecting as the final blow that would end her life. And as she looked up at the Zora in front of her she gasped. His deep red scales that matched her own, that charisma in his grin, only a twinkle in his youth, fully realized from the shy boy she had known in this timeline. That voice calling out towards the scourge. “I will not let you take her again!”

“Sidon?”

And just in time too. Joining her side was the courageous hero, Champion Link of the Hylians. And just like that, the tides turned, and Ganon’s Blight was defeated. From the jaws of defeat, they emerged victorious.

But Link’s footsteps were heavy as he, Mipha, and Prince Sidon emerged from Vah Ruta. His mind was still spinning, utterly exhausted from the hours of nonstop battle leading up to this moment. Things had moved so quickly he barely had time to reflect; the Calamity was here, King Rhoam of Hyrule was dead, and he had only barely managed to drag his screaming daughter, Princess Zelda, from Calamity Ganon’s clutches.

It had been King Rhoam’s command. But he didn’t feel any less a coward as he pulled her away to safety instead of aiding him. Sure, he was Zelda’s personal knight, but this was the ruler of his Kingdom. What hero was he to leave the king for dead? And after all of their preparations, things seemed so hopeless. All of the other Champions were still trapped inside their assigned Divine Beasts.

All of their hard work, those sleepless nights, hours training and hardening themselves for battle…all for nothing. In that moment, even the Hero felt doubtful.

Hyrule was going to fall. And it would be all his fault.

His gaze ended up locked on the tall figure in front of him. This wasn’t the little prince he knew. The Sidon he, only knee-high to a grasshopper, was always so shy and so quiet. Where had this prince come from?

And why had he saved them—saved Link? No one had ever saved the Hero before. He was always the one doing the rescuing. He was supposed to risk his life for royalty, not the other way around.

What was this feeling?

As he trailed behind the siblings he slouched. He couldn’t remember a moment in his life he had felt so tired and hopeless. But there was still so much to do. Three more Divine Beasts. The Yiga Clan. Ganon.

“I…I can’t keep going…” he whispered, though apparently loud enough, as the siblings stopped in their tracks to face him. He was going to die, he knew it. He couldn’t protect everyone, and Ganon was going to win because of it.

Mipha approached Link, searching for the calming words that could pull Link from the depths of his hopelessness. Something to give him home. But she was still searching, mind still reeling from the recent events, pulling herself from despair and her resignation that she was going to die.

It was Sidon who spoke first and broke the silence. Sidon approached them both, crouched down to their level—when had the two of them gotten so small? He towered over the two of them. He took Link’s hands in his, a sun-kissed tan swallowed in a sea of red scales. Had things always been this small?

Sidon didn’t know the reason for what he said next. He remembered looking up to Link, literally and figuratively, but it hadn’t ever gone past gazing up to his elders and seeing greatness. And perhaps the tiniest boyhood crush. But he wouldn’t let the other know that. In that moment there was something else…he couldn’t put his fin on it.

He squeezed Link’s hands ever so slightly, the other looking him straight on before he spoke. “You can do it. I believe in you.”

Mipha nodded in encouragement. “That’s right. You can do it. I know it seems like all hope is lost, but we must believe. We survived this. Who isn’t to say we’ll survive even more?”

Link looked wide-eyed to Sidon and Mipha. He was already so spent; what if the other Champions were already dead? But…but he knew that he had to try. He had people believing in him.

With a nod, they set off. One down. Three more to go.

---

It was hours before they were able to meet up again. But by the Goddess, that small amount of hope had been enough to get them all through. Everyone had now regrouped, and now with three additional party members from the future by their sides, they were triumphant in each and every battle against Ganon’s Blights.

But their most recent battle against the Thunder Blight had done a number on Link. It had been so fast, and seemed to land several blows on him despite the blond constantly adjusting his strategy to keep up with the blasted thing. And now, run ragged from exerting his energy in multiple battles, he needed Mipha’s help badly to recover.

Even with her healing powers being pushed to the limit that day, the Princess of the Zora still had room for her favourite Hylian. His skin practically sewed itself up again with her help, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious despite Mipha having done this countless times before. He had always hated being the centre of attention, that feeling of constantly being watched.

What didn’t help was that it was the eyes of not one, not two, but three members of royalty keeping a close watch on his healing process. With his role keeping watch over Zelda and Mipha doing the healing, he hadn’t thought that her brother would be getting a front row seat to his broken and bruised body stitching itself back together again. For some reason, his gaze felt the most intimidating.

When their eyes met he looked away. The prince had saved him, and it was impossible to wipe that from his mind. If it hadn’t been for that first battle, for the prince quite literally dropping in from nowhere, and his words of encouragement, he would not have made it through the day.

Link was just a lowly knight. Why did they all care so much? Especially Sidon.

As the last of his wounds were treated he ended up looking over again, their eyes meeting once more. Once again, he quickly looked away, willing away the redness that threatened to spread across his cheeks. Goddess, what was wrong with him?

Sidon couldn’t see it, but he could feel something there as well. He had always been enamoured by the other as a child. He was tall (or at least back then he was), brave and…handsome? Yes, that was it. He couldn’t place that feeling in his youth, and had been unable to pursue any feelings he had as a hatchling. After this was all over perhaps he could--

“There,” Mipha said as she was all finished. Link went to get his tunic, letting it fall back over his torso before going to pick up his sword. Even in the safety of their small, fortified camp, he could never let his guard down.

And it was then it hit Sidon. Yes, of course. Mipha was alive. His sister was alive! Those feelings he had had needed to be pushed aside; she had never been able to pursue her own happy ending in his timeline.  It seemed a shame, but it felt like the right thing to do. He wouldn’t get in the way of his sister’s affections for Link. He would see to it that she had her chance.

“Are you alright? Feeling better?”

Link nodded despite feeling like shit. While fantastic at fixing wounds, her healing powers could do nothing when it came to the exhaustion washing over him like a tidal wave. He tried to hide it, but it was obvious in the way he wobbled. Sidon, not wanting to interrupt but noticing the uneven sway in his step, put his hand to his back to even out his footing.

When Link looked to him in thanks he knew in that moment suppressing any burgeoning feelings was going to be a difficult task indeed. His balance restored, Sidon removed his hand, offering a charismatic smile to those in the tent with him. “You’ve all done well today, I knew we could do it!”

Ah, but it seemed perhaps he was just a bit too energetic for the mood in the room. It was late. Any leftover troops were gathered outside making quick meals to regain their strength. Perhaps it was time to eat and sleep. No doubt it would be a busy day tomorrow.

“It’s imperative we all rest. I’ll take my leave, I hope you all get an opportunity to get a good night’s rest.”

Mipha nodded and stood up. “Yes, I think that’s the best option.” Zelda only nodded in agreement, the weight of the day now resting heavily on her shoulders and rendering her silent.

But Link shook his head in protest. Not so much because he didn’t want to sleep; his body begged him for rest. But he had a job to do. How could he sleep with all that had happened today, with all that could still happen that evening? What happened if he wasn’t there, alert and ready to defend what was left of their small army.

Sidon seemed a bit shocked by Link’s answer, so he shook his head resolutely once again.

“…right…then I wish you all a lovely evening and a safe watch over us all tonight.”

With that, Mipha and Sidon exited the Zelda’s tent, Link following shortly after to keep guard outside. It wasn’t until they walked closer towards their own tents that Sidon really let his opinions be known.

“Does Champion Link really need permission to sleep at a time like this? Dear sister, this is ludicrous! We can’t just let that poor man stay up, it’s clear as day how exhausted he is!”

Mipha let out a small laugh, though it was mainly at her brother’s reaction rather than Link remaining awake. “I’m serious!” he continued. Didn’t you see the way he shook when he stood up and walked? Surely we won’t be able to put a dent in the Calamity if he’s in a similar state!”

She shook her head. “I was laughing at the way you’re so adamantly coming to his defense. It’s good to see that you’re still the hatchling I remember. Always kicking a fuss when he couldn’t get his way.” She meant no offense to her brother, and was quick to put his shock at her words to rest. “But you’ve grown…and it’s nice that your stubbornness for someone else’s sake rather than your own.”

She gave a heavy sigh though as she changed the topic. “I wish it were so easy to tell him to get some rest, believe me, I’ve tried. But it’s complicated. He takes his job as Zelda’s personal knight almost too seriously…”

Sidon huffed in response, crossing his arms, and then quickly uncrossing them as he saw his sister already laughing once more. Though as he passed a small faction of Hylian guards left over from King Rhoam’s army the wheels in his head began to turn. As he turned from his sister she looked on as he approached them, all smiles as he propositioned them for the chance that, as he would phrase it, could make or break their career as a knight and a hero.

“Gentlemen! I hope you are in high spirits after today’s grueling yet victorious fight! Say, are any of you lot on night watch? I was hoping we might have a moment to talk.”

---

As Link stood outside the tent, soon taking a sitting position as his legs were too tired to continue standing, he was quickly met with a problem. While there was nothing going on around him that put them all in any heightened state of alertness, that meant his mind had nothing to occupy itself. And with nothing to stimulate his mind, he quickly found himself succumbing to sleep.

He tightened his grip on his sword to try and force himself to stay awake, but as he rolled his head to stretch his shoulders he felt his eyes becoming heavy. And then shaking his head awake only worked in the beginning. Frustrated, he finally rested his chin against his chest. Perhaps if he let himself relax, just a small bit, it would be enough to keep him going.

It wasn’t long until he dozed off, lucky that his sword didn’t go clattering onto the ground.

Nearby, Sidon was leading the guard brave enough to volunteer his services towards Princess Zelda’s tent. “I don’t know if this will work, your highness. Master Link is very particular and doesn’t appreciate others meddling in how he keeps watch over the princess.”

Sidon waved that concern away. “Oh no, no, no, don’t think of it as meddling! Think of it as…” he paused for a moment, he needed to really sell this, “training! Yes, her personal knight is the Hero of Hyrule after all, perhaps you could learn some useful tips from him! Consider this akin to an apprenticeship!”

As they got closer he raised his hand to wave to Link, fully committed to convincing the other that he ought to really show this eager guard the ropes of what it took to be a true hero. Though upon closer inspection, and thankfully before his boisterous voice said anything to disturb him, he noticed Link had fallen asleep. Aha. He knew the other had been tired.

“Hmm…” he said, pausing for one moment to think. It occurred to him moments later what he could do. "Wait right here," Sidon said, and quickly retreated to his tent, where he took one of the blankets that had been given to him to use off the mattress. It wasn’t in the best shape and was far too small for himself, but was the perfect size to cover Link’s small frame and provide him some form of warmth while he got some much-needed rest.

He made haste in going back towards Zelda's tent where the Hero sat sleeping and the other guard stood waiting nervously. When he returned he carefully draped it over Link’s body, careful as he got closer so he didn’t wake him.

Much better. He stood up and pat the other guard on the back. “You can put your best foot forward to stay on guard. Wake him in case anything happens, but I have the utmost faith you will rise to the occasion.”

Giving the guard a thumbs up and whispering his thanks, Sidon moved to return to his own tent.

TBC

Do I know the order of events in the game? No. Do I care? Maybe a little. But this game doesn’t care about continuity, so why should I?

This is my first time writing fanfiction in…uh…ten years? Okay well not my first time in ten years. My first time in ten years was a few weeks ago for the SidLink gift exchange. That said, it’s my first multi-chapter fic in ten years.

I’ll do my best to keep updates…somewhat regular. If I can crank out 2-3 chapters a month that would be awesome. But I’m busy as hell 80% of the time. And the 15% I’m not busy I tend to spend on a nap. Constitution Day is coming up though so I’ll have some free time at the end of April and beginning of May.

Fingers crossed. I desperately want to get into writing again. That gift exchange fic was a good kick in the pants and I hope it lasts.

Thanks. And see you.

[soft-baby-dobrik]

unresolved // david dobrik

a/n: wow i needed some angst asap so here we go. MY FEELS BOUTTA HURT!

REQUEST: hello love! i literally was up until 2am last night reading ur fics! all amazing :) I was wondering if you’d do an imagine with David Dobrik where the two of you are dating and during the lie detector test someone asks him if he still loves liza ?? u can pick if he lies or not! but basically the answer is yes and ur really hurt?? thank u!!

summary: david takes the lie detector test and some unresolved feelings arise. **requested

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Falling for David was easy. There was no thought to it. No control over it. What you felt for David consumed you and when his feelings matched yours, it was the most surreal feeling. After a couple months of being together, you two were at a peak of happiness. Or that’s how you felt at least. 

Today was the day of the lie detector test. For you, there were no nerves. What could they ask you if you were even asked? Nothing that wouldn’t have been known. Your body was laid out on the couch comfortably as the equipment was being set up. David was off somewhere unknown and you curled on the couch, letting your eyes rest. Before you knew it, it was time for the actual fun. As everyone filed in, you sat up. David flopped down next to you, laying his head on your shoulder. Instinctively, your fingers ran through his hair, scratching his scalp gently.

“You’re the best,” he murmured, closing his eyes as you continued. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. The man ran through the procedure and everyone was rotated through. There were a lot of laughs and noises made in response to answers. You laughed along to them. Then, it was your turn. Awkwardly, you pushed off the couch and came to sit in the seat. Once you were strapped in, you took a deep breath. A nod was given to signal Jason to begin.

“Is your name y/n?” Jason asked.

“Yes,” you giggled. After a couple moments the man said correct.

“How old are you?” Jason asked.

“Your/age,” you responded. Again, the man said you were telling the truth.

“How long have you and David been dating?” Jason questioned, making you laugh quietly

“A little over two months,” you responded, not sure of the exact time frame. Again, you told the truth.

“Did you ever have a crush on any of the other Vlog Squad members?” he asked, looking down at you. A small flush came over your cheeks. When you first became friends with the group, you and Todd were very close. He was who you gravitated towards. It was the tiniest crush because, he is beyond attractive. Nothing ever happened, and you never really wanted it to.

“Crush as in like silly middle school feelings?” you wanted clarification of the wording before you admitted one way or the other. Jason thought about it before nodding.

“Yes,” you blushed, feeling your heart rate increase.

“True,” the man said casually. A chorus of “ooo’s” broke out and your eyes came to look at David. His jaw had tensed a little bit. He looked irritated.

“Who?” Jason asked. Even though that was not how the lie detector worked, you answered without hesitation.

“I had a crush on Todd for like a week when I first started hanging out in the group, but I didn’t ever want anything with him,” you replied honestly. By the calm in your voice, and flush of your body, it was known you were telling the truth. Todd laughed loudly, throwing his head back as David gave a slight glare towards him.

“I can’t tell you that’s true based off the test itself, but her persona would suggest she’s being honest,” he said, with a small smile. You looked back at David with a small smile and he puckered his lips in a kiss manner. Smiling, you looked back to Jason.

“Would you let me have a threesome with you and David?” Jason asked,  playful grin at his lips.

“No!” you screamed, laughing loudly.

“True,” he said, causing Jason to be offended, in a joking way.

“Harsh!” Jason screamed, making everyone laugh.

“Jason, the fact Trisha is into you is a blessing, don’t get your hopes up,” David spoke, smiling over to you. 

“Okay, last question,” Jason chuckled. Your attention turned towards Jason once again.

“Are you in love with David?” Jason asked, causing you to stop breathing. Yes, you had completely fallen for him, but “love” was not in the vocabulary of your relationship yet. While you had known him for months before you two began to talk and then date, it was still slightly early in the relationship and it could scare him if he was not ready.

“Um-I, well,” you fumbled through your words, trying to find a response. “Kind of,” you whispered, meekly. A various amount of “AW’s” ripped through the room as you sat there.

“She’s telling the truth,” broke the silence. Sighing, your eyes fell on your hands in your lap. No part of you wanted to look at David, so as you got out of the equipment, you stood up just to have David’s body collide with yours.

“I love you,” he whispered. Cameras were rolling and you tried to hide the blush creeping up on your skin. Gulping, you looked up to see him with a wide grin on his face. Without a second thought, you pulled him towards you and let your lips press against one another, gently. His hand wrapped around your waist as you both smiled into the kiss. Once you pulled away, David was called into the hot seat. A couple of questions were asked before Jason’s face changed. He looked at David nervously before he asked:

“Do you still love Liza?” 

The words slammed you in the gut. Your mouth parted as you looked at David. His normal laughing self was tense.

“No,” David said, hard and strong. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw tightened. The silence in the air made every second feel like hours.

“Lie,” the man gulped, awkwardly. The feeling of bliss felt moments before was quickly gone as you felt like you were going to throw up. David’s eyes looked at you. After ten seconds shock wore off and your body was off the couch and running towards the bathroom. Once you were in there, you locked the door. Your legs gave out immediately as you slid to the floor. Your heart was gutted out and all you could feel was the pit in your stomach making you want to vomit. Every part of your body felt completely numb. Sitting there, by yourself, tears rolled down your cheeks. Everything outside the door was loud as people screamed, but you didn’t care enough to listen. How could he say he loved you and still love her? Easy, Liza was his first love and he would always love her. You were just his rebound. Did he love you? Probably not. All of that and more circled your mind as you left the water run form your eyes.

“y/n!” David screamed, banging on the door. “Open up, please.” You let silence respond for you. No words could come to you as you curled into a ball. “y/n, please,” he begged.

“Leave me alone,” you said, just loud enough for him to hear. 

“No, I won’t leave you alone!” he yelled. “Open the fucking door! You don’t understand!” Your body was limp and you could not move. That would take too much energy that you could not exert.  “y/n, Liza was my first love. I will always have a part of me that loves her, but that love does not come close to what I feel for you. y/n, you are mine. You are the girl I want to be with. I want you to spend the night in my bed and to go on pointless car rides with and to wake up to. I want you. You are the girl that has brought me happiness from my darkest place. Liza is someone from my past who I still care about, but that care and love is in a friend way. I care about you and love you in a different way. Now open the fucking door, please.” With a little bit of energy, you unlocked the door. The click gave David entrance. He opened the door quickly and locked eyes with your body on the floor.

“You don’t love me,” you mumbled. Tears continued to flow down your cheeks quickly. His fists clenched roughly as he looked down at you.

“Don’t tell me how I feel about you, dammit,” he seethed. Before you could say something else, he had collected your body from the floor and had you trapped between the counter top and his hips.

“But you still love her,” you whispered, feeling your legs becoming weak again. David’s fingers gripped the counter top so harshly his knuckles became white.

“If I loved her, I wouldn’t be here with you right now. I wouldn’t be holding back all the anger I’m feeling because you don’t believe me. I fucking love you, y/n,” his fingers ran through his hair harshly.

“David,” you whimpered.

“No,” he said sternly. “I am in love with you. Do not tell me how I feel about you or someone else. I am in love with you and only you.” His words were softer near the end of him talking as his eyes watered. “Fuck, y/n, why can’t you believe me?” he sighed. His hands went from gripping the counter to wrapped around your waist. Emotionally driven, his head rested on your shoulder. “I just want you, please, y/n,” he whispered, letting a couple of tears fall from his eyes. Every part of your fell into his warm embrace. Hot tears rolled down your face as you tried to hold back the sniffles. You loved him. He knew that.

“I love you,” you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. The second those words left your lips, David’s head pulled away to look at you.

“I am so in love with you,” he groaned, letting his hand hold your waist as the other snaked up to caress your cheek. 

“Don’t leave me for her,” you whimpered, trying to stop the crying, to stop the hurt, to stop the idea of him leaving you for her. His jaw tightened as he tried to take a deep breathe.

“y/n, I’m not going to leave you, fuck,” he breathed out. His eyes opened and poured into yours before responding, “You make me the happiest I have ever been. I will never leave you,” he said, leaning down to give the most gentle kiss to your lips. His thumb rubbed your cheek trying to soothe your worry. He pulled away just enough for you to hear, “I am completely in love with you.” Everything about him was gentle now. With a deep breathe, you fell into his arms. 

“I love you,” you whispered, making a small smile form on his face.

“You made me happy at my worst, y/n. You are an angel in my eyes,” he said, holding you close. “I love you.” A small smile came over you as he pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Even if you don’t believe me now, I’ll prove it to you baby,” he whispered, wrapping you tightly in his arms.

a/n: idk if this is exactly what you want????? but like it happened so i hope you like it???