#i've been reading so much isekai to try and get back to my time travel fic

[alliseearekingsandthieves]

Woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat to jot down a fic idea where Himiko gets transmigrated after her canon death into one of those ridiculous cliché tragic otomes.

[syoish-aot]

HOLY SHIT IT'S DONE!!

I was having some intense posting paralysis all morning (I think I reread the last scene like 15x just to make sure it was worded exactly right).

*he terrifying fear when you write something you really love and you're scared no one else will like it as much as you do*

ANYWAY -

Thank you so much to everyone that's been regularly reading slash commenting on I Found You! It was my first time posting fic to tumblr and I had a lot of fun doing it!

I always have SO MANY ideas for fics, but I get overwhelmed by the idea of seriously perusing them. A lot of this comes from the fear that no one will read them and I'll have spent all of my time writing for absolutely nothing. BUT I've been trying to humble myself lately and recognize the joy in the writing process itself and the satisfaction of getting my ideas fully fleshed out on paper aka google docs regardless of the attention they get.

Despite that, anyone who writes fic understands how shitty it feels when you work for DAYS on something and get crickets in the comments. It sucks. And that's sort of how I've been feeling with my fics on Ao3 lately- which kicks my motivation right in the ass.

In writing I Found You, I think I got some of that motivation back. Not JUST because I was getting regular commenters (again, thank you so much) but also because I was able to slip fully into my self indulgence and finally write out one of the verses that's been existing in my mind palace for MONTHS!

So, all of this rambling is to say this -

I really liked sharing this story with you guys on tumblr, and I'm for sure going to be doing more of this style in the future.

I'll be posting I Found You to Ao3 as well, but I want to edit it a bit (and possibly add a few more scenes) before doing that.

Basically the version I posted here is more of a rough draft, and then the final version will be the one on Ao3.

If you like my writing, consider checking out my Reader/Eren long fic "Ten Seconds" (100k, complete on Ao3) or the post-canon Jean/OC fic I'm working on "The Letters She Wrote"

If you read all of this, then here's your reward - a sneak peak at the VERY LONG isekai/time travel fic that I'm going to be working on next...

Chapter 1 - "You, 2000 years in the future"

Shiganshina High - 2024

You’d taken Ancient History as an elective to fill your schedule because no other class fit in the period. 

Also to piss off your dad about not taking AP calculus.

(But mostly it was the schedule thing.)

It wasn’t that you disliked Ancient History, you just found it painfully boring and mind numbing. It was the class right after lunch and every assignment was another boring paper that sounded the exact same over and over and over again.

(Although it did leave you wondering how many times you could start a paper with “the oxford dictionary defines discovery as…” before Mr. Arlert, the ancient old man who taught the class, caught on.)

Thankfully, you didn’t have to put too much effort into the class to get a good grade and because of that the class was an easy A that you could use to maintain your honor roll. Mr. Arlert was retiring at the end of the year, so he was pretty much entirely checked out. You had a feeling he didn’t actually read any of your papers and gave your grades out based on how well he assumed you did the assignment. Which, again, meant you got an A on every one. So Mr. Arlert had a habit of putting on documentaries instead of actually teaching anything. 

And you weren’t about to complain about that.

Armin was sitting next to you furiously taking notes on the documentary that Mr. Arlert, his grandpa and teacher, had put on. You understood his struggle to impress his grandpa in the class he taught on a personal level. You used to be like that when it came to math, but now you normally felt yourself doing the opposite. “The opposite”, meaning:

Not taking AP calculus.

Writing the wrong answer on a quiz, even after doing the work to prove the correct one.

Asking pointless questions in class just to see him get that constipated I-can’t-treat-you-like-my-daughter-right-now-because-you’re-my-student-but-god-do-I-wish-I-could-ground-you look.

You smiled at the memory, feeling quite pleased with yourself, until the monotone voice of the documentary playing at the front of the class pulled  you back into the present:

“The ancient people of Paradis elected large walls, presumably to protect themselves from invaders during this time.��� You looked back at the projector. There was a poorly done animation of what historians suspect the three large walls may have looked like, back when they still stood almost 2000 years ago. 

The documentary, just like every documentary Mr. Arlert put on, seemed pretty pointless to show to a class of eleventh graders who were already very aware of the mysterious history of Paradis. 

You’d all grown up here and had been taught about this stuff since grade school. Paradis was a major hub for ancient history. There were dozens of museums throughout the island, all holding different ancient artifacts and pieces of your country’s history. Pieces that’s functions had been lost to time, leaving archeologists only able to guess the true history of your people and what these items were for.

“...purpose of them is still unknown, some archaeologists theorize they were used for early agriculture, although others argue they may have been used for religious reasons…”

On the screen was one of the most mysterious relics of ancient Paradis. Two metal cylinders, attached to some sort of strap. Normally, they were found with a large box of metal that was meant to hold something, along with canisters of unknown contents. The were rare, but a few dozen of them had been uncovered in the last hundred years and have only continued to add to the mystery of ancient Paradis. 

Of course, you were curious what their origins may be too, but not curious enough to look into it further than this class and the occasional trip you make to the Paradis Museum. 

“...these large man-eating monsters were an important part of Paradis folklore, some argue they were likely worshiped as go-”

The bell rang, finally saving you from your mind numbing documentary focused torture.

“Ah!” Mr. Arlert jerked awake at his desk. “Yes, well- I hope you all learned something important today!” He quickly said as he stood. “Don’t forget, your final papers are due on Monday morning. Despite it, I hope you’re able to enjoy your weekend!”

You hoped so too.

God, did you hope so...

[weebsinstash]

Okay but like a beta! Or normal person from our universe taken by the chocobros road trip. So you get constant prep and feral dudes on your case!

I'm actually putting a warning here: if you dont like FFXV or ABO content dont bother reading this post because it became SO LONG

On that ask anon, I've literally been vicariously daydreaming about some real isekai-level shit for weeks, lemme tell you. There's this big mystery of how you ended up there and why, but when you have certain items on you (a photo ID, a guide to a specific area, something that would take equipment to produce) they realize "well shit maybe they're telling the truth because on the other hand making a bunch of fake items for a lie/prank seems a little much and also way beyond your means anyway"

I mean, I'll just be full-on drunk and start imagining in great detail how Reader would tell them stories or facts about home to fill in long car rides or around the fire at night when everyone's having a few beers. I mean like entire episodes of Drunk History right in my head. I dunno. When I'm not making it creepy the whole concept of travelling around w them sounds v fun and is oddly comforting

So anyways imagine at some point you either notice the boys exhibiting "weird" behavior and you ask about it (scenting each other, talking about Alphas/Betas) or one of them just flat-out asks "hey, are you on suppressants or something, because you aren't presenting like at all" which leads into a really awkward back and forth of "what do you mean you guys have scent glands" "what the hell do you mean you might all go into season at any given time" "Alphas have a what?!"

And like they're all now fucking perplexed by your basic existence meanwhile you're constructing theories about somehow being on an alien planet with quasi-humans with mutated biology. Anyways it wouldn't be fun if you didnt by some strange biological or supernatural phenomenon suddenly start developing this secondary biology yourself, starting slowly at first until suddenly accelerating. At first you seem to be more sluggish than usual, eating more, sleeping more, and the next thing, you wake up with cramps so bad they have to postpone their plans for a few days because you feel like if you so much as stand you're just going to explode, maybe even developing a fever. They deadass get a doctor who then confirms "yeah so uhhhhhhhh your friend is an Omega and their body is just a little out of whack from all the new hormones, give it time to settle and they'll be fine" which of course then leads to them completely changing how they treat you, some things really incredibly blatant while others more subtle. One of them just suddenly scents you without warning or asking as they're leaving your side temporarily for a hunt, Ignis adjusts your diet and seems to put a higher level of care into your food specifically, higher quality bedding, maybe even a new nice tent because, wow, they really can't share a tent with you now.

This is already really long winded but sometimes I'm like "but what if reader is like the first omega to be seen in like hundreds of years so when they start presenting things get downright dystopian". Imagine as soon as the boys learn you're an Omega the whole road trip to nowhere thing going on is cancelled immediately (because I like to imagine this in a sort of AU where Noctis is sent out to grow as a person before the events of the game which really is just a convenient way to have the roadtrip last as long as I please). Ignis who's been making weekly reports on the progress of the adventure to the Citadel has to report your condition and he gets immediate correspondence ordering everyone back to the Crown City ASAP and they mean everyone; that means you too. You basically get put on the AU equivalent of critically endangered conservation status which in turn means you just lost massive amounts of personal freedom. Even if things dont go full dark and they dont try to like forcibly breed you or other ABO type things, there's still a huge emphasis on keeping you safe, happy, healthy, and that means no more road trip, no more maybe trying to find your way home. You're granted special citizenship status and a gaggle of your own personal caretakers and retainers, and despite your distress and protests, your friends seem to have no problem at you now being kept in their arm's reach, permanently