Reason number eleventy-seven: fanworks of fanworks!

My latest story is basically a massage kink fic with character and shipping dynamics stirred in for maximum UST. The reception for it has gone waaaaaayyyyyy beyond anything I expected, and it will probably move into position as my second most popular fic on AO3. (Which gives me mixed feelings, I admit, because I'm far more attached to the fic currently in second place and consider it my love letter to Snape/Harry. But it's definitely not to everyone's taste.)

[personal profile] half_light, one of the readers of Soft Touch, contacted me with an idea for a prequel based on the lines "I re-experienced what it was like not to be touched. I craved it… My body kept me awake at night, aching. By the end of a week it was as if I were starving. And I wondered why I'd had to live for so long without knowing I wanted this. How much I wanted this."

Talk about a tremendous compliment! Of course I said yes.

Well, the fic is finished and posted! It's lovely and painful, full of the consequences of touch deprivation, soul-searching loneliness, and snake venom. The emotional spiral through which Snape struggles is beautifully described and very moving. It's also deeply sexy, which sounds paradoxical, but the erotic theme plays out in ways that twist the knife and help set up the story that follows.

If you like Snape/Harry, please consider giving this angsty, intensely emotional, and ultimately hopeful fic a try:

Awakening by faviconhalf_light

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( Feb. 15th, 2018 12:43 am)
Before I go stumbling off to bed - and these days all I do is work and coax my cat to live a little longer and scold myself toward bed at various hours of the night - I have a story to share with you. While braiding my hair, I casually scanned the HP entries to the Chocolate Box fest currently anonymous on AO3, and a Harry Potter/Hellblazer crossover caught my eye. John Constantine is the protagonist of Hellblazer, and that sums up my knowledge of his canon. But the pairing's listed as Constantine/Snape, so I figured, why not?

Jackpot! This is a short fic (~3,700 words) ostensibly about getting one's rocks off on St. Valentine's Day, and how shit-out-of-luck wizards deal with their magic-driven need. Constantine's POV is colorful, cynical, self-deprecating, amusing, and scorchmarked, and his lens on early-20s Snape, whom he picks up in a bar, creates a memorable portrait miniature of a desperate case - a guiltstricken creature who needs to lose his virginity the way a wound needs to be lanced. (I hear you cry, "Ew!" but it's a fair comparison.) The author has a profligate gift for vivid description and idiomatic coinage that stuffs a lot of atmosphere into relatively few words and stamps characterization indelibly onto the page. It's a fascinating outsider take on Snape, written by someone who knows their way around a metaphor, and the emotional aftertaste - or after-smoke - leaves a whiff of blown-out wick and melted wax. If you're partial to raw sex, it has that, too, but it's more pretext than point, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, if you're a Snape fan and you have a moment to spare, go over to AO3 and check out this fic for its delightful narrative voice and unsparing glimpse of Snape at his lowest and most vulnerable.

Me and Mr. Prince by Anonymous.

(There are a few other fics I want to nibble at when I have time, including a Minerva McGonagall/Jane Marple crossover that looks promising. But not tonight.)


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