rec50 | Every Time You Leave & The Consequences of a Weary Mind

Snape/Harry table

Claim: Harry Potter, Snape/Harry
Title: Every Time You Leave
Author: Mia Ugly
Characters: Snape, Harry, McGonagall
Prompt: UST.
Rating: NC-17
Length: epic (± 21,000 words)
Brief summary: Mia is one writer that I ~~worship~~ like not only because of the story/plot she creates but also because her way of writing Snape's inner voice is unique and distinctive. In this fic, she takes us into the mind of a Snape who is desperate to have Harry but does nothing about it, yet every time Harry leaves him, he broods and dreams about the boy. Though it's almost exclusively written through Snape's POV, you can tell that Harry wants Snape too, as bad as Snape, and you want to shout at them (or at Snape, most of the time), to just be honest with each other and get on with it.

"Goodbye Mr. Potter," Snape said softly, weighing the phrase in his mouth.

He did not say "Goodbye Harry."

He did not say "I do not hate you."

He did not say "Goddammit, what is wrong with me, you are a boy, you are a child, you are my student, I've been careless and indifferent my entire bloody life, why this, why now, goddamn you –"

No. There were a great many things Snape did not say.

He clenched his hands, then uncurled them once again. He opened his mouth, and then closed it quickly. And then opened it. How much could it hurt him, really? There was no one around to hear him. How much could it possibly hurt?

Snape licked his lips, hesitantly, and two small words fluttered off of his tongue.

"Come back."

There.

There.

Oh god.

Despite the sudden wash of terror, Snape felt a slight satisfaction at saying the words out loud. It was as if now he had someone to bear witness to his life, to his final conversation with the boy, to all the small words that Snape had not said. Maybe no one living, breathing, but the walls and blankets and books of his rooms would know the truth. They would remember. Long after he had finally been cut down by Lucius Malfoy, or some other pauncing Death Eater. Long after his body had grown cold and rotten in the ground. They would know. It would be like a fairy–tale. A long long time ago, there was a foolish old man named Severus Snape...

The man in question rested his face in his hands, tangling long fingers into greasy black hair. He would be alright. Soon the boy would be just another absence. It was no good to pretend that this sudden slice of longing changed anything.

"Come back."

Snape did not say "please". Oh no.

There were a great many things he did not say.

Link to the story: Every Time You Leave Part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - epilogue

Claim: Harry Potter, Snape/Harry
Title: The Consequences of a Weary Mind
Author: Sushi
Characters: Snape, Harry, Dumbledore
Prompt: Confession.
Rating: NC-17
Length: long (± 4,000 words)
Brief summary: What do you get when you mixed a tired Harry, his obsession to shag the Potions Master, an assignment, and the Potions Master himself? A hilarious fic like this one. This is a fic about confession gone, er, not quite right.

Ignoring his surrender as best he could, he went back to trying to read the essay. Essay, my arse-oh, there it is again. Oh, my. This isn't an essay, it's a bloody love letter! He cringed. Did I just call it a love letter? He looked again. No, no, my mistake, it's worse than that. This is the plot for a bad pornographic novel. Unconsciously, he leaned on one elbow, eyes running a bit too hungrily over the words.

[…]

Severus realised suddenly that he'd flicked the towel to the wayside and was sliding his fist languidly over his rather, ah, attentive member. It was certainly the best essay Potter had ever turned in for his class. He wondered distantly if detention was in order.

Link to the story: The Consequences of a Weary Mind