Rec: Butter Mountain, Curdled Mountain, by Rinsbane Title: Butter Mountain, Curdled Mountain Author: Rinsbane Rating: NC-17 Story Link:http://rinsbane.livejournal.com/43913.html Locked, please ask to be friended. Author’s Livejournal:rinsbane Author’s Warnings: Snarry Severitus, i.e., incest. Orgasm denial. Drug (potion) use. Chan (sexual awareness year 4, observed and ordered masturbation years 5 & 6, no touching). Dub-con. Mpreg (all 10 words of it). Author’s summary: Life as a zero-sum game. If Snape has nothing else, he will at least have Potter. Length: ~19,500 Reviewer:painless_j
Those who know me know that Snarry Severitus (in essence: Snape is Harry's biological father; they fuck) is one of my favourite plots. So when I saw a fic with "Snarry Severitus" in the warnings, I was in the lunge position for squeeing. Then I saw that it's by Rinsbane, one of my favourite HP authors, and my squee began vibrating in my throat. Then I started reading it and couldn't tear my eyes from the screen until the last line. There was no squee. Because the fic is so much better than a stupid "squee" can express!
It's perfect. Snape, while remaining very recongnisable and believable, is utterly, patently insane in his perceptions, conclusions, desires, and justifications. The word "fucked up" doesn't begin to describe their relationship. Even the word "relationship" isn't really applicable here. It's just something twisted and painful that Snape nurses and grows and then obsesses over, meanwhile regularly getting high on a hallucinogenic concoction of his own design. Harry, conditioned and messed up, hates him and what Snape does to him but keeps coming for more. Even more complicated with the [only mentioned but important] MPreg/fatherhood subplot, where Snape will do anything but the one last line he refuses to cross is touching, the thing is an angst fest, kink fest, but also so much more. Because Rinsbane makes you feel for the characters. They creep in on you and refuse to leave. I was wishing for Snape to touch Harry by the middle of the story and begging by the end, even taking into account all those hundreds reasons why he mustn't. You'd think that Snape is the predator here and Harry, the prey. But by the end you can't help forgetting who's who. It's terribly intense. And the last line? Killed me dead. Terrifically written. Two stars.