The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.
30. For acidquill, whose prompt was, "Remus/Tonks/Harry: breath, smoke, sorrow."
Not the Same, Not Ever Enough (NC-17; Remus/Tonks/Harry; 100 words)
Perhaps it was because they were the two people he loved most who were still living, perhaps it was because of the firewhisky; the upshot was that Remus didn't care, not now that his cock was buried in Harry's arse and Tonks' was sliding into his—or perhaps he was just lying to himself.
Wrong, wrong, wrong . . . . "Shut up!" he screamed, taking a breath and stifling his sorrow.
"What?" Tonks panted, while Harry writhed and cried.
"Get . . . get off me," Remus said, shoving himself away from Harry and reaching for his packet of fags. "I just need . . . I just need a smoke."
31. For acidquill, whose prompt was, "Severus, Bill, Bill/Harry: mirrors, need, forgiveness."
The Boy Who . . . (NC-17; Severus, Bill, Bill/Harry; 100 words)
It had surprised him to find Severus sitting on his sofa holding the unfamiliar device, but Bill didn't permit that emotion to reach his eyes; instead, he resolved to strengthen his wards, and then said, "I forgive you."
"I haven't come for your forgiveness. I don't need it."
"Then why the hell did you show me?"
Looking into the mirrors, which reflected the images of Bill shagging Harry, Bill sucking Harry, Bill binding Harry's cock and beating it with a taper, Severus gestured toward his now ex-lover's bedchamber.
Bill's face lost all its warmth. "What the hell have you done?"
32. For tinnidawg, whose prompt was "Poppy Pomfrey, Severus Snape, Crookshanks."
The Accident (G; Poppy Pomfrey, Severus Snape, Crookshanks; 100 words)
"Whose familiar is this?" Poppy asked, carefully relieving Severus of the wounded cat.
"I don't know," he replied, though he knew perfectly well the animal belonged to Granger. "He should not have been wandering in my laboratory—can you fix it?"
Poppy sighed, bustling toward a worktable. "There now. It'll be just fine, you'll see. Good boy. Yes, Severus. I can heal him."
Poppy began dressing the beast's wound, all the while feeling Severus' eyes on her back. "You needn't stay," she called over her shoulder, feeling slightly vexed.
"But . . . ."
"Severus, I'm certain it wasn't your fault. Now go."