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rarepair_shortsTitle: Losing the Faith
Character Pairing: Severus Snape/Barty Crouch, Jr.
Prompt: "'I wash my hands of thee'"
Rating: R
Word Count: 666
Summary: "It doesn’t take a genius to notice that Severus is going the same way. Everyone can see it."
Author's Notes: Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and 11.
Link to Prompt Table: Link!
Before either of them can think about it, Barty has Severus on the floor, pinned by both the wand arching over him and the lanky-limbed boy presently occupying his chest. Barty keeps his free hand on the slimy fuck’s shoulder, even though his struggle is minimal.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, ‘Don’t wait up?!’”
“Exactly what I said,” Severus hisses. “I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.”
“Out where?” When he doesn’t answer immediately, Barty presses his wand into the offending jugular vein, and asks again, “Out where?”
“Out!”
“I can’t let you go out-”
“I’m not a child-”
“Tonight is special, Severus!”
“What? Did you and Bellatrix kill more helpless Muggles? You did that, and now we’re meant to celebrate in the usual fashion, am I right?”
“I haven’t any idea what you mean by that.”
“Really. I think you know exactly what I mean by that.”
Severus huffs and finally takes the initiative to fight back, knocking Barty back and off his feet. That accomplished, he scuttles backwards and holds up his wrist. There’s a fresh bruise on it from when Barty slammed his arm into the door. Honestly, Barty doesn’t know why he’s so upset about it. It’s not like Severus hasn’t had worse injuries before, and giving it to him was only a precautionary measure. Severus is rather like a puppy these days, and he has to be kept from doing regrettable things.
“What?” Severus asks the silence. “Marveling at your handiwork are you? Got all good and riled up with Bellatrix, and now you mean to take it out on me? Again?”
“How can you say that,” Barty sighs. It’s a question without being one. “How on Earth can you even think to ask that of someone who loves you.”
“Is this love?”
“It was an accident.”
“How many times, exactly, have I heard that?” He jabs a finger at the mostly healed bite marks on his neck, his other wrist, and collarbone. “What about these? Were these love, or an accident, or whatever other excuse you have tonight?”
“They were just-”
“Was it love when you broke my nose? Or when you dislocated my jaw, or when you did… whatever it was that you did to my shoulder and we had to get Mulciber to fix it in the middle of the bloody night?! How about all those times you’ve drawn my blood – am I really meant to believe that all those times were love? Or accidents?”
Barty has no idea what to say; this is the first time that Severus has honestly complained. No doubt he knows by now that the Dark Lord has people watching him. Barty’s one of them, and so is Avery. Rabastan’s hardly trusted with making tea, let alone doing anything important. And Regulus went missing not too long ago, amidst talk from Bellatrix that he lost the faith. It doesn’t take a genius to notice that Severus is going the same way. Everyone can see it.
Right now, for instance, he has the same look in his eye as he did that night when he and Evans had their final row.
“I’m going out,” he says finally.
“I can’t let you do that,” Barty says again.
“Try and stop me.”
It’s just too bad for him that Bellatrix can teach, and that Barty has always been a commendable student. Glaring at him, steely-eyed, Barty jabs his wand into the pale flesh of his own wrist. Without wasting time, he hisses:
“Sectumsempra.”
And, naturally, Severus gives perfect attention to this outburst. He has to. Barty injuring himself with a spell that Severus taught him with the intent that he’d use it on enemies? The perfection writes itself – and, better yet, keeps him in the flat through dinner, and through sex, and through Barty falling asleep.
He’s gone in the morning, which just gives Barty cause to sigh.
He really was a lot easier to love before he got these pesky morals.
Character Pairing: Severus Snape/Barty Crouch, Jr.
Prompt: "'I wash my hands of thee'"
Rating: R
Word Count: 666
Summary: "It doesn’t take a genius to notice that Severus is going the same way. Everyone can see it."
Author's Notes: Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and 11.
Link to Prompt Table: Link!
Before either of them can think about it, Barty has Severus on the floor, pinned by both the wand arching over him and the lanky-limbed boy presently occupying his chest. Barty keeps his free hand on the slimy fuck’s shoulder, even though his struggle is minimal.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, ‘Don’t wait up?!’”
“Exactly what I said,” Severus hisses. “I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.”
“Out where?” When he doesn’t answer immediately, Barty presses his wand into the offending jugular vein, and asks again, “Out where?”
“Out!”
“I can’t let you go out-”
“I’m not a child-”
“Tonight is special, Severus!”
“What? Did you and Bellatrix kill more helpless Muggles? You did that, and now we’re meant to celebrate in the usual fashion, am I right?”
“I haven’t any idea what you mean by that.”
“Really. I think you know exactly what I mean by that.”
Severus huffs and finally takes the initiative to fight back, knocking Barty back and off his feet. That accomplished, he scuttles backwards and holds up his wrist. There’s a fresh bruise on it from when Barty slammed his arm into the door. Honestly, Barty doesn’t know why he’s so upset about it. It’s not like Severus hasn’t had worse injuries before, and giving it to him was only a precautionary measure. Severus is rather like a puppy these days, and he has to be kept from doing regrettable things.
“What?” Severus asks the silence. “Marveling at your handiwork are you? Got all good and riled up with Bellatrix, and now you mean to take it out on me? Again?”
“How can you say that,” Barty sighs. It’s a question without being one. “How on Earth can you even think to ask that of someone who loves you.”
“Is this love?”
“It was an accident.”
“How many times, exactly, have I heard that?” He jabs a finger at the mostly healed bite marks on his neck, his other wrist, and collarbone. “What about these? Were these love, or an accident, or whatever other excuse you have tonight?”
“They were just-”
“Was it love when you broke my nose? Or when you dislocated my jaw, or when you did… whatever it was that you did to my shoulder and we had to get Mulciber to fix it in the middle of the bloody night?! How about all those times you’ve drawn my blood – am I really meant to believe that all those times were love? Or accidents?”
Barty has no idea what to say; this is the first time that Severus has honestly complained. No doubt he knows by now that the Dark Lord has people watching him. Barty’s one of them, and so is Avery. Rabastan’s hardly trusted with making tea, let alone doing anything important. And Regulus went missing not too long ago, amidst talk from Bellatrix that he lost the faith. It doesn’t take a genius to notice that Severus is going the same way. Everyone can see it.
Right now, for instance, he has the same look in his eye as he did that night when he and Evans had their final row.
“I’m going out,” he says finally.
“I can’t let you do that,” Barty says again.
“Try and stop me.”
It’s just too bad for him that Bellatrix can teach, and that Barty has always been a commendable student. Glaring at him, steely-eyed, Barty jabs his wand into the pale flesh of his own wrist. Without wasting time, he hisses:
“Sectumsempra.”
And, naturally, Severus gives perfect attention to this outburst. He has to. Barty injuring himself with a spell that Severus taught him with the intent that he’d use it on enemies? The perfection writes itself – and, better yet, keeps him in the flat through dinner, and through sex, and through Barty falling asleep.
He’s gone in the morning, which just gives Barty cause to sigh.
He really was a lot easier to love before he got these pesky morals.
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Date: 2007-11-04 06:45 am (UTC)And, naturally, Severus gives perfect attention to this outburst. He has to. Barty injuring himself with a spell that Severus taught him with the intent that he’d use it on enemies? The perfection writes itself – and, better yet, keeps him in the flat through dinner, and through sex, and through Barty falling asleep.
He’s gone in the morning, which just gives Barty cause to sigh.
He really was a lot easier to love before he got these pesky morals.
Man, so good. <3
Not usually fond of this pairing, but you write it extremely well.
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Date: 2007-11-04 07:29 am (UTC)And, yeah, this pairing... I only know of a few other people who like it, and most of the people I've told about it have gone, "There's a pairing I never considered." I'm really glad you've been enjoying the series. ♥
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Date: 2007-11-04 07:41 am (UTC)Really great. :D
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Date: 2007-11-05 03:13 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D ♥
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Date: 2007-11-07 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-07 06:08 am (UTC)