Twas a beautiful summer evening, the birds were chirping, bees were buzzing, children laughed and played by the pond, everything was at peace, except for Voldemort. He sulked on his bed with the blinds pulled tightly shut in his room and stared at the wall. Deep in thought he played with his thumbs and his face wrinkled in frustration. "I cant do anything right" he mumbled to himself. "I cant even smell!" A tear could be seen rolling down his slick pale face. A knock at his door broke the depression "Babe can I come in?" It was him. Voldemort's true love, Mike Zacharius. 'The man who could smell' "M-Mike..." His lip trembled at the name. Mike opened the door and sat next to him frowning. "I hate seeing you when your like this...It makes me feel sad..." "Please don't sulk.." Voldemort gripped Mikes shirt and cried out "But i'm a failure at life!" "I cant smell like you!" Mike smiled and kissed the slits that were his nose "No one has a good of nose as me, thats why were perfect for each other, we were meant to be." Voldemort smiled like he had never smiled before, full of happiness and love. He leaned in and kissed the man with the great nose deeply, pushing him back onto the bed. Mikes eyes widened and he smirked kissing him back. They broke apart and smiled and Mike got a shine in his eyes. "Let me smell you~"
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Sniffing My Way To Your Heart
FanfictionA heartfelt story of Mike Zacharius and Lord Voldemort