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Published:
2026-02-27
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2026-02-28
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A Hundred 100

Summary:

100 drabbles each 100 words.
A few of the drables are crossovers some aren’t, a few are connected most aren’t. The main ship is Harry/Marcone but there are multiple Gens sprinkled in. Some manifested in my own mind, most are prompted by kink memes.

Notes:

I wrote this years ago as writing practice. But when I returned to this fandom in prep for the new book I read through my old works and really liked a few and desided to post this.
I've already expanded on a few of the works/prompts but if anyone wants to expand further on any ideas they are welcome to.
I'll add the prompt text for any kink memes I've used, but its been years and finding all the kink meme links is more work than I want to do for a 100 word drable whose prompt is often longer than my story so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Prompt for this Chapter
It turns out that Harry's recklessness, lack of foresight and difficulty with intricate magics is down to Justin deliberately tampering with his brain to prevent him becoming a threat.

Your choice how he finds out - maybe Bob interprets a direct question like, "Bob, why do I never think these things through?" as an excuse to break Justin's command not to tell him? - and what happens if he tries to remove the mental blocks. Run with it any way you like.

Chapter 1: Communicating with Curses

Chapter Text

The curse, placed by dearly departed Justin DuMorne a crispy fried warlock, ensured I could never directly communicate it. I’d gotten close to indirectly communicating it a few times with Murphy and Susan, but it is hard to tell the difference between ‘he screwed with my head’ from ‘he screwed my head,’ when you have no magical background to know such a curse is possible and when tongues were bound to prevent my explanation. Not to count chickens before hatching but Bob’s eyes were swirling, mind filled with possibilities, prompted by my question “Bob why don’t I think things through?”