Sharing Sometimes & Worst than Disease

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Snape/Harry table!

Claim: Harry Potter, Snape/Harry
Title: Sharing Sometimes
Author: Marks
Characters: Harry, Snape, Narcissa
Prompt: Angst.
Rating: NC-17
Length: short (± 2,800 words)
Brief summary: This fic stabs, chops, chews, and spits my heart in the nearest dump. It tells about the relationship between Harry, Snape, and Narcissa where the three of them are trapped in a weird love triangle where no one could nor wanted to escape. And who got hurt the most from it? Harry. Added with the brilliant structure and we have a Snarry angst champion. And I want a sequel where Narcissa get hit by a bus or something

"You mean, it doesn't bother you that I can describe every one of his moles, freckles, and vague imperfections? Does it bother you that I discovered his most ticklish places before you were even born, or that my husband -- yes, him -- was the first to discover his incredible, raw talent? That the two of us have made love countless times on the very rug on which you're currently standing?" Harry jumped back a bit, landing on the stone cobbling of the fireplace. "It bothers me quite a lot. I rather hate you, Harry, and I don't give my blessing, permission, or whatever rot you came here to give. I suppose that makes you a bigger man than me." She laughed at her own joke; it was a sweet laugh -- flirtatious, almost girlish, and didn't fit her at all.

Harry paused, one foot in the grate. "I fall asleep in his arms every night."

"Do you?" she asked, her expression guarded, eyes cold. "Well, I..."

Link to the story: Sharing Sometimes (scroll down a bit to see the story)

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Claim: Harry Potter, Snape/Harry
Title: Worst than Disease
Author: Chazpure
Characters: Harry, Snape, Bill, Remus
Prompt: Trapped.
Rating: NC-17
Length: Long (± 14,000 words)
Brief summary: This is a story where Snape is trapped within his own imagination and Harry tries to save him from it. What kind of imagination? An unusual one that I'm not going to tell you cause it will ruin the uniqueness of the whole fic.

"I don't know for sure, but there's something wrong with Snape," Harry replied. "He's under a glamour, and he's not eating right."

"Are you sure, Harry? I know Severus usually makes a practice of keeping very strong personal wards up; he has for years. And he is eating - isn't oatmeal healthy enough to suit you, Mother?"

Harry frowned. "It's not that, Remus. I know he's eating, but he's not eating any of the things he usually likes. Last night, he didn't have any squab, lamb chops, artichokes, jacket potatoes, or asparagus."

"You memorize what he eats? Harry, this is rather disturbing."

"You're not listening. That's what he didn't eat! He always has double helpings of asparagus when they're available. Last night, he ate rice, that weird fish and seaweed stew thing, and soup. Soup, Remus!"

"And soup is...bad?" Remus' tone was somewhere between amused and incredulous.

"Severus only has soup in the dead of winter, or if he's sick."

"Well, perhaps he's not feeling well," Remus said, reasonably.

"I can tell that, Remus! I'm just trying to figure out why!" Harry turned back to watch Snape eating his oatmeal.

Link to the story: Worse than Disease