Oct 25, 2014 A/N I'm not sure when I wrote this, but I knows its been some time, and I think this edition will be much better. Happy reading.
WARNING Mpreg ( a pregnant male), slash ( two men in a romantic relationship)
Voldemort had won the war over tea, love notes, and a mild stinging Snape arranged for Voldemort to take tea with Harry at ironically enough, the three upon arriving at the meeting, received a love note from Harry which had mild stinging hex laid within it. After Harry's small revenge, Voldemort and Harry sat down, drank tea (spiked with fire whiskey), and while they don't remember exactly how drunk they were, it must have been quiet a lot. So much so that they entered a magically binding contract to bond as lovers and end the war, with Voldemort being the winner. Needless to say the wizarding world was they quickly adjusted, much like the sheep they are.
Ten years after Voldemort won, and two months after Harry had fallen pregnant with their first child. Voldemort was woken at, 4am no less, By his despondent lover's wailing. Running into the kitchen to see what ailed his love, he was less than amused to her him mumbling about the "horrible lack of pizza and applesauce in the house." Voldemort looked to his lover, "Would you like me to go get you some applesauce and pizza Harry?" Having a passing familiarization with his lovers delicate emotional state currently, he spoke very softly, and very carefully. Harry turned to Voldemort, noticing him finally since he had spoken,and glared with such a fury that Voldemort had only seen when facing his love across the battle took three maybe four steps back, and braced himself for the worst.
"Did you really just offer to go outside and get me something even though it's raining and cold? Oh that's so adorable!" Being faced with that sentence Voldemort cautiously opened one eye. Harry continued sitting the floor smiling at the kindness of his lover, the genius of Severus Snape, and the awesome force that is fire whiskey, all while making a mile long list for his love to pick up. Harry couldn't help it that his little Leo had such exotic taste, which is exactly what he told Voldemort when he grimaced and asked if Chocolate covered Bloodpops were truly nesscessary.
Voldemort headed into the wet, cold, night, of course with several carefully chosen spells he was as warm and dry as in his own bed, not that it mattered. Armed with his list and 30 galleons, his estimation of the cost of Harry's and Leo's bought most the items and cursed quietly when he couldn't find bought over forty food items including but not limited to: Milk, Pure vanilla extract, still warm and bloody steaks, three dozen boxes of chocolate covered blood pops, six gallons of grape ice cream, and a case of ramen, which he had found in a muggle supermarket after using the google machine Harry was so fond of.
Voldemort walked in with all the items only to find his lover sleeping on the settee clutching a jar of nutella like a life line. After putting everything away, he lifted his little lover and carried him into their undressed and smiled as he realized that his lover could ask him to bring back a shark coated in almonds, grape juice, and stuffed with french fries, and he would do it to see him smile.
A/N don't ask where this came from because me, the inner goddess, and the muse are still trying to figure it out.