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teacup-tai · 4 years ago

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Tai Recs: Crazy Looong Fics

My best friends used to have a running joke about my fanfic reading habits, saying that "Tai wouldn't touch anything shorter than 50k". Let's say they were not far from wrong. xD #facepalm

I am a sucker for really long stories. How writers provide us with a crazy amount of world building and character's development/study, and all kinds of mix of Slow Burn, Scorching UST, Brilliant Case fics, Political Plots, Adventure, Action, Beautiful Slice of Life & etc!

I devote my whole heart, gratitude and appreciation to all the Monster Writers, for such incredible long rides, for your time, hard work and for sharing this huge gifts with us!

Welcome to the: Crazy Long Fics 'Rec List! (>300k)

Drarry Favourites

TURN by Saras_girl (E, 306k)

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

A classic. No one in the Drarry fandom can go without having read, or attempted to read, Turn. The kind of fic that make you question your life and decisions. The kind of fic that don't let you go untouched.

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 (T, 302k)

Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness.

ToF is another huge Drarry classic. It goes without saying that it will grab you and not let you leave without finishing. The angst is brilliant, the canon rewrite magnificent. A must read.

Foundations !verse (Series) by Saras_girl (E, 364k)

Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

This series is composed by 2 main fics (Reparations (87k) and Foundations (236k)) and 11 adjacent oneshots. Healer Harry wasn't something that I knew I needed until I read this. I learned so much with this universe; about being human, about learning from one's patients, about working with people. Reparations is my fave Saras_girl fic.

The Secret Language of Plants (Series) by @llendrinall (373k)

“Just… tell me. Tell me what is going on, Snape.”

What was going on was that Severus Snape had no trouble tracking down one Petunia Evans, now Dursley, to a little town in Surrey where he saw how exactly she was treating her nephew. Which somehow led to last night and Severus knocking on Lupin’s door with a toddler half-asleep in his arms.

This amazing series is composed by 4 parts, and it starts with Snape and Remus stealing and raising Harry, while falling in love with each other. It's bloody amazing how Endrina retells the story with such a nice canon rewrite, and gives us Drarry with such a nice twist <3

Tales From the Special Branch (Series) by @femmequixotic (E, 1.214k)

When Gawain Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they'll have to work outside the confines of the law--even though they are the law.

This is one of the most intertwined and interesting Drarry plots I've ever read. The amount of world-building in this 5 amazing fics is insane, the backstories to all the characters are impressive, how everything connects in such perfect way is amazing, how the plot thickens is breathtaking and the sex- lol hotter than firewhiskey. A mix of Action-politics-scorching hot smut-Slytherins being aurors-Harry Potter being a hot mess. (warning: WIP. ;_;)

Next in my to-read list:

Hush of War by @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 453k)

Conscience by sordidhumor (E, 1,450k)

Blood Magic by houseofhebrideanblacks & Thestralsofspinnersend (E, 335k)

My Favourites Outside HP fandom

I'm adding 2 non-HP series, bc I honestly think it is such a loss that there are folks in the world who never read it, so here, have at it:

Death Note (L/Light)

Those Who Stand For Nothing Falls For Anything - The Hinterland Doctrine Series by @halfpromise (E, 676k). 4 fics, WIP.

Light is a politician. What could go wrong?

Look at me: this is THE BEST POLITICS AU FIC I'VE EVER READ IN MY WHOLE LIFE. This is crazy long, crazy intense, it has a very very dark sense of humour, a very narcissistic and unreliable first narrator (Light) and it is such a toxic relationship. It's a utter delight to appreciate how Laura put it so well together, this is a literary recommendation for those with a strong stomach. Check the tags. (I've read it twice)

Naruto (Neji/Shikamaru | multiship)

Break to Breathe (Series) by @okamirayne (E, 1.240k). ffnet | AO3

Neji has always been in control. There's just one problem. It's killing him - and only Shikamaru can tell. But sometimes being pulled back from the edge is just as dangerous as being pushed there.

If you like Naruto and deep psychological plots, you should read this masterpiece. BtB is one of the biggest loves of my life. It should be published in a big editing house! xD Ninjas gone deep and real and raw and in love! This is a monsterfuck rollercoaster wrapped up in 4 books (1.240k). Rayne does a really good job in delving her fingers in the characters and making them hers but never making them OOC. Now my favourite Monster Writer is back and giving us a bit more of deep angsty-post-war-vibes <3

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saturnsorbits · 3 years ago

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You know, I went back and read the self-ship posts again before I sent you the last ask and it was obvious to me from his whole reaction to the Denki situation and how in the second ending when he tells you about their past, he said "fuck him, dance with me" that it's kinda of the same with BtB Sero. I just wasn't entirely sure because in the self-ship something did happen between them! But I love how your renditions of the characters are consistent in every story or self-ship even if they're not the protagonist? I don't know if that makes sense!

Sero falling back into Midnight's bed is a great idea! She's the only one that has some sort of control over him, I mean the one that can put him in a more submissive state like you said! I think that would really help him clear his head and sort out his emotions, not being in control is kinda what he needs to figure things out. Do you think after the night he spent with the reader he's kinda lost? Like, he can't fall back into a state where he sleeps with different people and that's how he ends up with Nemuri again? Or is it the opposite, where he starts being even more of a fuckboy trying to deny his feelings until he realises he can't keep running from them (and that's when he gets the tattoo)?

-👀

Yeah, as I said, I tend to mock up my version of a certain character and then just make minor changes to their background, if any. I’m glad you like the consistency though… It can feel a little lazy sometimes, so it’s nice to hear that you like it!

I think it’s like you say. After Reader he kind of looses his touch? He’s preoccupied and his heart isn’t really in it. He goes on a handful of dates, but all of them bore him and he leaves every single one with a kiss on the cheek and a (lie) promise to call while bundling them into their own taxi home. But, the nail in the coffin is when he shows up on page 7 of a Juzo News magazine. Usually it wouldn’t bother him, he’s got a pretty healthy relationship with the media and they never post anything particularly invasive or damaging, but this time is different. It isn’t what they write, it’s a shitty fluff piece - ‘Sero Hanta’s new Squeeze’ and all that, it’s the effect it has the next day at work. Reader swallows as he walks into the break room and quickly puts the magazine down. ‘So…’ she smiles. ‘New girlfriend?’ Instantly, he feels sick. It’s wrong, but he’s still unwilling to admit why, so he shrugs and scurries off. There are no more dates after that.

I think THAT is when he gets the tattoo.

Then… He crosses paths with Midnight. They flirt a little and she invites him out for old times sake, but her plans to have a quiet catch-up over a few drinks are foiled when she sneaks a hand in his shirt and pulls it back to reveal that third mark. She arcs an eyebrow and clicks her tongue before teasing him relentlessly. He ends up in her bed that night. Maybe he feels like he has something to prove? Maybe he’s trying to misplace his emotions? Whatever he’s trying to do, it doesn’t work… He’s sweat-slicked and breathing heavy when Nemuri offers him a glass of water and a smile. ‘You where thinking about her.’ It’s not a question, so he doesn’t give her an answer - just drinks his water and sighs. She slips into bed beside him, tossing her naked thighs over his before combing long black nails through his hair. ‘Don’t you think it’s time you stopped running, Kitten?’

They talk into the early hours until she has to leave for work, then, when she comes home, they talk more. Sero’s raw and exposed by the end of it, but it feels… Good? He’s scared, terrified, but he’s ready to admit that he wants something, something concrete and lasting. He’s ready to admit he wants Reader.

(Reader is also going through her own inner battle. Which eventually, culminates to her pulling him aside one day and just baring her heart. She lays it all out and tells him to take it or leave it because she can’t bare another day not knowing where she stands and - to her surprise - Sero kisses her, takes her up on everything she has to offer. Juzo News has a field day when they go public. It’s after months of speculation and they’re page 2 news for almost a week).

#saturnspeaks #👀: Anon #I’ve just realised that this is the same with my Denki piece ‘Solo’ and my self-ship piece…#Which makes a sense. Solo was born from my self-ship story line - although; it does have a few subtle differences.#But also: All of my Bakugo’s are remarkably similar too.

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okamirayne · 10 months ago

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BREAK TO BREATHE UPDATE🚨

So, this insanity happened… 👇🏼

HEAVEN HOLD US CHAPTER 8

*goes to drown in crippling terror and tea* ☕️😬🫠….💜

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teacup-tai · 4 years ago

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@okamirayne 💔 🙊❤

Break to Breathe

"You break me apart…but you’re all I can breathe…"

#BtB #Break to Breathe #okami rayne #shikanejishika #my talented friend

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unusual-ly · 4 years ago

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WIP words! Friend, up/down, east/west, smile/frown!

Thank you~! You got a lot with these so I’m putting it under a read more

Friend:

Zaz Limelight: The distance didn’t keep them from locking eyes and he glanced back at his friends.

Zeke could be... overprotective of his friends.

Al and Zeke Limelight: He made an excuse to his friends and tracked him down one day at the start of their lunch period, but as soon as he mentioned Zach, Zeke suddenly didn’t want to talk.

“I mean ‘a chance’ like I would give anybody who dated one of my friends.”

Z Day part 2 BtB: He knew of a few other humans planning to come – Bonzo’s friend, Rachel, from music class, Roz’s girlfriend, Keira, and her friend from the cheer squad, Teddy.

Episode 4: ZED We’re all making human friends now.

ZED (CONT’D) C’mon, you can’t expect me to believe you haven’t made a single new friend since you joined the club.

ELIZA What? You’re the one who said we’re all making human friends!

Up:

Zaz Limelight: Diaz cleared the fence with ease, with Zeke hot on his heels and Fritz bringing up the rear. At first, they were warming up, eventually building speed and momentum for the more advanced stunts. The familiar rush of adrenaline drove them up, over and around every obstacle, until Diaz spotted movement a little ways down the street from them.

“He’s taking a break, he’ll catch up” he looked around for a possible diversion and pointed towards a railing, “Hey, I bet you can’t ge-”

Z Day part 2 BtB: Zed woke up that morning to Zoey’s wide eyes staring at him from barely two inches away from his face.

Zoey finally let go and ran back to the door, “We need to go right after breakfast, so hurry up!”

“Paizley!” Zoey ran up to greet the Reiligs and Paizley scooped her up into her arms, “Look at the ***** I found.”

Zed caught up to Paizley, “Hey, do you think you’re gonna come to the march?”

Episode 4: MISSY Of course. There’s no way we could get it back up and running again after all this time, and it’s dangerous to leave a crumbling building standing like that.

ELIZA immediately perks up at the sound of the voice. She lets go of the backpack completely and straightens up.

ZED Guys, come on, we managed to get the plan approved by the ******* but if we can’t come up with the money, it’s over!

ELIZA picks up the flier from the top and looks down at it with a smile just as the door opens on the other side of the room.

Down:

Zaz Limelight: He stood there, not sure what to say, while Zeke looked around, then started down the street.

Z Day part 2 BtB: He heard Zoey thundering down the stairs as he rushed to get ready.

Episode 4: MISSY It’ll be (torn down.) ELIZA Torn down?

ELIZA Sure, if the job isn’t forcing zombies to literally tear down their own heritage.

THE ACEYS are all visibly offended and sit down on the bleachers with their arms folded, pouting, in perfect unison, but BUCKY gives ELIZA a smug look.

ELIZA is clearly trying to tone down her excitement.

ELIZA turns back to ZED, who is now looking down at her knowingly.

Smile:

Zaz Limelight: Diaz just waved back, giving him a grateful smile.

Z Day part 2 BtB: He smiled sadly, “Jazarah.”

Episode 4: He turns to THE ACEYS with an overly-enthusiastic smile and claps his hands together.

BREE gives BONZO an encouraging smile and pats his arm.

BUCKY freezes mid-sentence, also takes a breath, then turns to BONZO with a forced smile.

Frown:

Zaz Limelight: “I’m alright...” he assured him, not wanting to escalate the situation any more, but Diaz was frowning.

Al and Zeke Limelight: Al frowned, “Yeah, so?”

Episode 4: BONZO frowns at this and shares a confused look with BREE.

BUCKY frowns right back, motioning for her to continue.

#limelight fic #beyond the barrier fic #zombies ts fic #ZOMBIES

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beesandboswells · 4 years ago

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Wip Redraw of Shikaneji fanart I drew 10 years ago for @okamirayne“s Series, Break to breath. It’s a damn good read. Very plot heavy. If you are not a shikaneji fan, this fan novel might change that.

#naruto #shikaneji #fanart #Break to Breath #BtB #My art #ficrecs

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caddyheron · 4 years ago

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The Breakdown.

Summary: Before The Breakdown and BTB (Reprise) from Farrah’s perspective and with... decidedly more saddness.

A/N: Wow, a We Are The Tigers fic? I said many moons ago that this account was supposed to be multi-fandom - here is the multifandom! Speach directly from the show is in italics. This also features Reese and Farrah’s conversation but I cut it and change it slightly. I wanted it to feel unique to me lol. (TW: Alcohol, vomiting, very brief self/harm mention, general self-depreciation.)

Outside, the wind blew in harsh motions, leaves of the trees swayed in a crisp, late summer breeze. The sun had barely set, casting dim shadows across the front garden, illuminating the gently swaying trees in a distorting fashion; the shadows seeming longer and wider than the trees had been themselves. Neatly cut grass lay at the base of the trees, ever so slightly flattened with feet having walked - paced - about the garden; each blade of grass and stray flower almost destroyed on the areas which had been stood on.

Despite being late summer, the chill of the breeze began to pick up, feeling like jagged rocks being thrown, rather than the cooling breeze which was often associated with summer. The harsher breeze caused Farrah to shiver, arms wrapping around herself, suddenly regretting the vest-shirt and shorts she had worn, wishing it was just as warm as it had been when she arrived at the sleepover.

Tears which hadn't quite fallen yet stung in her eyes as the wind continued to whip and whistle past her, tangling up her carefully braided plaits. Annleigh had long gone, leaving Farrah in the cold, guilt adding to the icy feeling inside. She truly hadn't meant to break Annleigh's phone... or be quite so intrusive. Swallowing hard to try and rid herself of the lump in her throat, Farrah shivered again, the breeze seeming to become harsher with each breath she took.

Shaking her head, Farrah reached for her flask before finally turning to face the house which she'd been avoiding glancing at, just in case she saw Annleigh staring back at her, face rife with disappointment and anger. The flask was freezing to the touch, the covering on the flask did little to keep it warm. Taking a long drink from it, Farrah began to feel her head swim a little - the comforting sort of swimming, the way she liked it. The feeling of giddy warmth had quickly diminished during the conversation with Annleigh.

Taking a deep breath and placing the flask back to where it had been, Farrah made her way back to Riley's house despite hesitation and doubts. However, she avoided the living room. The comforting feeling left her just as quickly as it came, as she stood in the hallway, separating her from everything else. Without warning, the final words Annleigh had spoken to her rushed back, the alcohol could only keep them from biting for so long.

"You are not my sister."

The words felt like daggers to her chest as she recalled the events of moments ago. Maybe, despite all of Farrah's efforts, she hadn't tried hard enough. Maybe... she wasn't enough. Maybe Farrah would never be enough - all she could amount to was an alcoholic by age fifteen. That's all she was ever going to be. Useless.

Tears pricked behind her eyes again, but she couldn't cry, not yet, not here. Farrah's chest constricted - she meant nothing to Annleigh, she was nothing but a stupid child who Annleigh had to be around. She meant nothing to Annleigh - she was nothing. Annleigh hated her.

Tears still threatening to spill down her paled face, Farrah stumbled backwards slightly, taking a gasping breath for air. The room began to feel heavy, as if it was devoid of all air and breeze; taking a breath felt like breathing through water, close to the bottom of the ocean, the surface too far out of reach as Farrah willed herself to the top. Without thinking, Farrah drew her hands to her forearms, scratching at her skin harder than intending too - anything to bring her to the surface again.

Farrah couldn't let herself cry here - what if someone walked in? All they would see would be a weak willed child who couldn't even go to a simple team sleepover without the use of alcohol and who was in tears? Farrah couldn't let that, couldn't let them see what Annleigh saw her as. Even the idea of someone seeing her in the eyes which Annleigh saw her, made her feel sick. Annleigh hated her - she couldn't let everyone else hate her too.

The sound of the door to the hallway was all which brought her somewhat back to herself, back to Riley's home and the sleepover she should be attending. Rather than allow someone to see her in such a state that she was, Farrah made her way to the bathroom at the end of the hall, hoping that no one saw she was there or, worse of all, noticed she was gone.

The tiles on the bathroom floor, as Farrah found herself sliding to the floor, were luminescent white and freezing cold, however, the cold was a welcomed cold rather than the unwanted chill of outside. As well as the floor tiles being a much too bright shade of white, it seemed like everything else was too, including the light, which she found herself regretting that she'd turned on.

As Farrah leant back against the side of the wall and reached for her flask once more, she began to realise how much her head was starting to pound and how the nausea from when she had arrived had only grown worse. Another reason to reiterate how worthless she was, Farrah saw. Feeling unwell at a sleepover simply due to alcohol.

Farrah had tried to stop - she'd tried to stop so many times. But she couldn't. Despite how determined she always found herself to be on the first day, telling herself that she could get her life back together, pick up the pieces of it before having to sit her SATs - Farrah always crashed back down again. She would never give in the first time, or the second time, and even, sometimes, the third time. But she had always given in past then, past the second or third want of it, the craving, the pain and feeling terrible from withdrawal. Farrah never managed to be strong enough.

Rather than taking a sip straight away, Farrah held the flask, running her thumb against the patterns and truly considering if she wanted to take another sip, or give herself another grand array of empty promises and "I'll try harders". There was no point anymore, no point in the promises and statements without meaning. Farrah found no reason anymore. If the alcohol ebbed the whirring in her mind and uneasiness in her chest, then so be it.

Farrah took another sip of the liquid; the sour taste sliding over her lips with ease as the metal was brought back to them, the coldness of the flask in contrast to how flushed her face felt. The burning liquid setting a warmth ablaze in her chest and stomach as it always did, warming her up and allowing the familiar comfort and gentle buzz that the feeling of the alcohol always carried.

However, it was merely for a moment. The warmth felt like a fire in her stomach as Farrah set down her flask in a jerked motion and positioned herself to the toilet before she began to retch. It was nothing out of the ordinary, Farrah would often have too much to drink... but it had never happened at someone else's house when there wasn't a party. It was a damn sleepover for a cheerleader's squad, and here she was, throwing up in the bathroom of the captain!

Retching again, her throat burned and her mouth tasted acidic as she was sure she brought up all what was left in her stomach. Sighing with an arm resting on the side of the bright white toilet, Farrah wished the ground would swallow her whole then and there. As her stomach once again rolled and she leaned back over, prepared for nothing more than painful heaving, Farrah heard a distant voice.

"Farrah?" The voice began.

"Farrah?" The voice continued as Farrah lifted her head ever slightly, coughing as she did.

"Mmm?" Farrah replied, pasting on a face that was as happy as she could be, despite feeling so utterly destroyed.

"Farrah?" The voice went on, Farrah now realising it to be the voice of Reese, sighing a breath of relief due to it not being Annleigh.

"Mmm?" Farrah replied again, resting her head on her arm as she wished simply to be left alone.

"Holy shit, Farrah!"

"Surprise!" Farrah hummed, her voice as joyful as she could possibly make it. An ill attempt at a smile bloomed across her face, not quite matching the eyes.

"Are you okay?" Reese asked, her voice seemed genuine, but despite this, Farrah refused to meet her eyes, refused to show her how she was feeling. Besides, Farrah and Reese had barely spoken before, it was better to give this impression - the impression she was fine and likeable.

"Perfect!" Farrah quipped, half smiling once again and grasping at her flask as Reese continued to ramble in an attempt to help the situation. Farrah honestly didn't mind the rambling. While she would prefer solitude, another voice for a little while might distract her from her own jarring thoughts.

Taking the flask in one hand and unscrewing the cool, metal lid in the other, Farrah took another sip. Immediately, she regretted it. The taste of the alcohol turned her stomach again as she coughed up the small amount she'd managed to swallow of it. Perhaps water would have been a better option, Farrah considered.

"I think I should get Annleigh-" was the next thing Farrah heard Reese despite the fact she had been rambling for sometime.

"She hates me..." Farrah felt herself accidentally speak, the words tumbling out by themselves all too easily. "I'd rather you just go-" Farrah finished, attempting to correct herself. If Reese knew Annleigh hated her, it would just give incentive to hate her as well.

Farrah watched as something flashed in Reese's eyes, a glimmer of... compassion? Farrah wasn't quite sure what it was, and she didn't stare long enough at her eyes, once again worried that Reese would see how she truly felt.

"And-" Farrah began. "Don't tell anyone you saw me here, okay?"

Reese nodded, her eyes on the floor now. "Why did you drink so much, anyway?"

Farrah swallowed, the familiar lump of anxiety present in her throat again as she shrugged, closing her eyes as the room began to sway slightly as she tried to right herself into a standing position. "Everyone else was?" Farrah shrugged, hoping Reese just would leave.

The flash of disappointment which Farrah saw as Reese, disappointment that overrode the compassion. The glimmer was enough to feel like a tonne of bricks had been dropped on Farrah's chest again, making it difficult to take a breath. With shaking hands, Farrah positioned herself in front of the mirror, willing herself to take deep breaths, telling herself not to think about Annleigh, not to think about Reese.

It didn't work.

"She doesn't think of you as a sister," Farrah whispered to herself. "You're just a liability - a stupid little kid," Farrah continued, unable to stop herself as she grabbed her flask. "Just..." Farrah took a moment to take a shuddering breath. "Pour it all away," she continued as she unscrewed the cap once more with unsteady hands. "It's your own fault for getting to this point, Farrah," she mumbled to herself as she watched the liquid drain.

Tears had begun to brim Farrah's eyes for the third time of the day, this time spilling over rather than threatening too. The flask of alcohol was comforting to have with her and she wasn't even sure that getting rid of it would make Annleigh consider her a sister anyway. That's all she wanted - all she wanted was family.

With tears spilling faster, Farrah found it harder to stay righted as her chest rose and fell rapidly, her legs began to buckle before she was back onto the ground again, her knees drawn into her chest. Nothing she would ever do would be enough for Annleigh... or anyone. It was getting harder to take a breath as she buried her head into her knees, once again wishing for the world to swallow her up.

Before long, Farrah began to hear the gentle patter of footsteps, and so, she stood up. Despite her legs feeling unsure that they'd support her and tears still falling down her cheeks. "Just need a minute!" Farrah replied, her voice wavering and quiet, before she heard the bathroom door open and a figure stepped in.

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#we are the tigers #we are the tigers fanfiction #trigger warning alcohol #trigger warning vomiting #annleigh watt #farrah watt #reese watt

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