Summary: When the unexpected changes their lives, can the three come together, or is the strain too much?
Rated: Coal and Switches (NC17)
Warnings: genderbending, mpreg, threesome, angst and het/slash sex.
Other Pairing: Remus/Severus/Regulus
Notes: For McKay, because there isn’t enough Snupinreg in the world. I hope you like it, sugar. A thousand and one thank yous to my wonderful betas, who made sure this wasn't utter tripe and riddled with redundancy and errors. Any errors left are either stylistic choices... or my own stupidity. I'll let you be the judge. Wherever you see a ~*~*~ is a jump between past and present. The title comes from this poem:
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me some honey to make sweet my hive, That in my passions I may hope the best. I beg no riband wrought with thine own hands, To knit our loves in the fantastic strain Of new-touched youth; Nor ring to show the strands Of our affection, that as that’s round and plain; So should our loves meet in simplicity; No, nor the corals which thy wrist enfold, Laced up together in congruity, To show our thoughts should rest in the same hold; No, nor they picture, though most gracious, And most desired, because best like the best; Nor witty lines, which are most copious, Within the writings which though hast addressed.
Send me not this, nor that, to increase my store, But swear thought think’st ‘I love thee’ and no more.