|Jai (jairissa) wrote in hp_traditions,|
@ 2008-05-20 14:11:00
|Entry tags:||r, severus/sirius|
Happy Traditions to All!
Once again apologies for the lateness of posting. My husband, hawknc gave me the plague. Feel free to blame him.
Title: The Beltane Joust
Gift For: all fest participants!
Summary: Severus is very upset at Sirius' stunt at the train station. But why? Sirius thinks he has the answer and a way to placate the other man.
Rating: Mature (R-rated)
Warnings: Slash, very slight BDSM (D/s)
Author's notes: This fic is set in September 1996, and I've tried to be as in keeping with canon as I can. Here are the relevant details from the prompt that I used:
Preferred pairing: Severus/Sirius
Wishlist: First time (-ish), humour, D/S
As one might expect, this is slashy and R-rated. Here are some of my references for the study of Beltane:
‘Bel-fires' or ‘need-fires' had healing properties, and are lit on sundown of April 30th for witches to leap through the flames to ensure protection for the coming year.
Worship is generally directed at the Pagan lingham, the Maypole and symbol of life.
I've expanded the day's festivities to include an Arthurian style tournament. All those long sticks are rather related to the Maypole, in my view. There are traditional sword dances and archery tournaments on Beltane, so I feel that this isn't much of a stretch.
I own none of the characters or things that you recognise here.
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"Oh, could you have been any damn more stupid?" Severus snarled at Sirius the second he had silenced the Black matriarch's portrait, which had started screeching uncontrollably (and unintelligibly) the second he had walked in. Okay, well, the second he had walked in and poked her viciously with his wand to get her to wake up and wake her son up too.
"It's three in the damn morning, Snape," Sirius snapped back, his eyes squinted half-wearily, half-angrily at the dark man before him.
"I know. That's how long it took me to get one of my stupid, homesick, first year dunderheads to go to fucking bed," Severus snapped, a curl of his lip indicating just how much he hated that part of being Head of House.
"Well, that's nothing to do with me," Sirius retorted, his face a little more relaxed now as he imagined Snape trying to be soothing to a snot-nosed eleven-year-old and tried to avoid letting his smirk at the idea get too out of control. "Now, if you don't mind," he continued with a more serious and angry look, "I'm going back to bed. And don't piss that old bat off again. It's not the sort of thing I want to wake up to!" He had no doubt that Snape had woken his mother deliberately. It was just the sort of petty thing Snivellus would do.
"Don't even think about it," Snape snapped, reaching out a hand and grabbing Sirius' bicep. "You have some explaining to do, Black!" he added.
"I don't have to explain anything to you, Snape" Black spun around and practically hissed at him, shaking his hand off his arm.
"You are endangering the Order and yourself by your stupidity!" Snape retorted angrily. "Just because you think you can fool the Ministry with your Animagus… Don't you know that the people we need to worry about are not Aurors? They're not that dumb, and they know about your little canine trick!" Severus snarled, advancing upon the other man to impress his point upon him. Sirius was only an inch or so shorter than him, but Snape had the advantage of being both furious and properly clothed.
His attempts at intimidation had no effect, however. Sirius glared at Severus for a moment and then threw his head back and laughed out loud, his voice arrogant and raucous. "Oh, don't even pretend. We both know why you're really so pissed!" Sirius replied with an impudent, cocky grin on his face that infuriated Snape all the more.
"How dare you," Severus hissed, practically frothing at the mouth at this treatment. How dare Black mention that? How dare he think that that was the reason he was angry? Didn't he know that Severus never even thought of that? He thought only of the war, of the Order. "I-I couldn't care less about you, Black," he finally retorted. "I just mean that if you are caught prancing around King's Cross, that could be disastrous for the Order. I doubt you have the mental strength to withstand the Dark Lord, Black." Severus' voice dripped in sarcasm and loathing, but whether it was for Sirius or his ‘master', Sirius found it difficult to distinguish. The two men eyed each other warily now, anger suspended for a moment to allow for rational thought. This was the first time they'd been alone in a long time. Four months, to be exact.