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Quirrelmort Fanfiction: The Only Person

For so many years Quirrell never felt like he was missing anything. Oh to hell with those sappy kisses in the rain he saw in movies. Couples holding hands in the street was gross! And whenever he would catch a glimpse of young, affectionate couples in the halls, he’d sneer...not envy. Not in the slightest.

And who gave half a damn if the wedding invites were piling up? They were strewn about random drawers to be forgotten.

Quirrell was so isolated for so long. The most action he got was one girl who, in his opinion, could’ve benefitted from longer pants, smiled and winked at him. He waved her off and sat there miffed. But if anyone asked, no, he was most certainly not wishing and hoping and praying for some attractive man to come and sweep him off to the dance floor.

His house was a mess because he didn’t care. No one was going to see it but him, he just accepted that as a fact.

But now, years later, here he stands in his garden, tending to his tulips. Thoughts of his past self fill his mind and he quietly chuckles. How in denial he was. “Not missing anything?” He muttered under his breath. “More like everything.” His habit of talking to himself was one that certainly hadn’t left.

“What was that, Squirrel?” Voldemort, his lover, called from the porch a few feet away. “Nothing, dear.” He responded. Voldemort walked up closer. Quirrell melted into his husband’s arms the second he felt them snake around his waist. “I was just reminiscing. How uptight I was in the romance department.” “You were uptight about everything, lovey.” Voldemort snickered lowly, pressing his lips gently to Quirrell’s jaw.

“I think that’s enough gardening for one day.” Quirrell hummed quietly. “You know, Squirrel, I’ve been meaning to ask you forever now, but why did love put you off so much?” Quirrell shifted around in Voldemort’s arms and embraced him back, brushing their lips together for a moment.

“I was jealous. I never put myself out there because it never felt right. As much as I denied it, I knew how much I was missing. But I felt like I was missing...someone. Someone specific. Then when we met, I felt such a strong pull to you. I could tell it wasn’t just because you were the Almighty Dark King or whatever. I knew it was something else...even on the brink of death, you were gorgeous.”

Voldemort laughed harder than he should’ve. “What?” Quirrell questioned. “I don’t think that’s a compliment, dear.” “Well you look better healthier! Oh shut up, I just mean that you look beautiful all the time. But that wasn’t what drew me in. It was that feeling.” “I think you’re the only person in the world who could see a shriveled up snake dude and think, ‘yep...I’m going to marry that.’”

Quirrell gave him another tiny kiss. “Well to be fair I’m also the only person who would let the most infamous dark wizard of this age become a parasite and live on my body for a year.” “You’re the only person who would do a lot of things.” Voldemort concluded, sighing as he was entranced by Quirrell’s deep brown eyes. “You’re stunning, I don’t know how some other lucky guy didn’t whisk you away before I did.”

Quirrell peered into Voldemort’s maroon eyes and was effected the exact same way. “You’re pretty okay yourself.” “Is okay good?” He dove in for yet another kiss, this one longer but still tender. “Wonderful.” “Wonderful indeed my Squirrel.”

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Tedgens Fanfiction: Remembering

No trigger warnings that I know of! Well, references to alcohol consumption but it’s not excessive. But please don’t read this if that will bother you 💖💖

Ted usually didn’t notice the small things about people. He was usually quick. If he saw a hot guy or gal in a bar he’d give their body a look up and down and make his way over, drink in hand. That’s another way Henry was different. Ted remembered not being able to focus on anything but his light eyes, the little bit of stubble on his jaw, his calloused hands, and at one point, those goddamn hips.

The thing was, Ted wanted it to be like that. If it hadn’t happened he would’ve felt no impulse to go seek it out. Not being able to tear your eyes off someone, longing to hear them speak about absolutely fucking anything...it was such a nice feeling.

Once that apocalypse shit was over, Ted knew he couldn’t leave Henry. He wanted more. And not the kind of ‘more’ he usually wanted. He had to get his number through Emma which was awkward and she teased him. Hey, at least he got it.

Friendly, short conversations turned into long, ‘jokingly’ flirty ones. That turned into meeting up at each other’s houses, movies, restaurants, parks, anywhere and everywhere. Two months of that turned into, ‘hey, do you want to kiss?’ That turned into fumbling to open Ted’s bedroom door while still embracing, kissing, and grabbing. That turned into something they actually called ‘a date.’ It was like a domino effect. Soon they had a different date to go on almost every day and when they weren’t on a date, they were snuggling on one of their couches.

The more that went on, the more intense Ted was feeling. He would feel a significant drop in happiness that would move him to tears when Henry was gone. He was never so sensitive before. Even though he knew how Henry felt about him, Ted was still shaking with nervousness, no sense of suave or sarcastic anywhere when he asked him to be his boyfriend. Henry said yes immediately, giving Ted a firm and loving hug that they didn’t break for a while.

Now that Ted was sitting on their couch, yes, theirs, reminiscing about it, he couldn’t believe they’d been together for three years. “Hey, Teddy.” Henry leaned down to kiss his forehead, handing him a cup of coffee. “Sorry, I fucking zoned out.” “Whats on your mind?” Henry plopped down beside him. Ted draped his arm around him. “You. And us. Time’s flown by and it’s so weird to think about all our ‘firsts’ and shit. Good weird. Still weird since we live together now and we’re practically married.” “That reminds me, I have this really cute ring picked out, I’ve been telling everybody and fuck!”

Henry covered his mouth. Ted was stuck between shocked and amused. Amused won and he laughed his off. “Did you really just admit you’re proposing?” He said through his chuckles. “Yes I did, shut up.” Henry said in a serious tone that conflicted with the smile he was trying to hide. “I’ve just been talking about it to all our friends a lot lately and...shit, go ahead and say no since I ruined it.”

Ted tilted Henry’s chin his way and gingerly kissed him. “There’s no ring yet and I’m not even supposed to know but yes, I would fucking love to marry you, babe.” He hugged him tightly. Henry melted into the touch, obviously relieved.

Damn. Ted was in love with the clumsiest man alive. And he loved remembering how they got here.