I'm Michael. I'm a 50 year old trans man, with his partner of 35 years.
I'm a writer who enjoys reading, so if you see me in your comments, I'm just excited about what you wrote.
I have a muscle wasting disease that leaves me unable to use my four limbs fully, so I tire easily, and often fall ill.
That means I get terribly behind on my reading and commenting, as well as my writing.
Quirrell works of interest (maybe):
What Remains
Here | AO3 (Quirrell & Voldemort in a Quirrell Lives AU)
A post–Philosopher’s Stone canon divergence where survival has consequences. Pain-forward, atmospheric, and centered on the parts of him the books left in shadow.
Fox Hunt
Here | AO3 (Quirrell/Lily, Quily)
A quiet moment between Quirinus and Lily during their fifth year at school. Soft, precise, and close-focus: two people learning each other without quite knowing how.
Future Passed
Here | AO3 (Quirrell & Peter Pettigrew)
A small Divination pairing gone sideways: Quirinus and Peter, seventh year. Sharp-edged gentleness, a little wit, and two boys seeing far more in each other than either expects.
All my Quirrell fics on Tumblr are here
Some are on AO3
(If you're looking for Frankie Morales fics, they're all over @sidelit-foxhole).
This is not the stuttering teacher.
This is the man who found Voldemort first, lied to Dumbledore’s face, and hid brilliance under fear until it broke him.
By far the most frequent question I get is "Why Quirrell?", like there must’ve been some dramatic moment. And it's funny, because people don't usually ask, "Why Harry?" or "Why Snape?", as if those are automaticallly understandable and acceptable.
There wasn’t one dramatic moment for me. Quirrell was just the first character in the series who didn’t feel finished. There were unanswered intentions, missing emotional logic, and the book treated that gap like it didn’t matter.
With him, there was so much room to actually think, to rebuild him from the inside out. Once I started, I never really stopped.
the terrifying need to matter to someone
the burden of intellect without guidance
the way a life can pivot based on who notices you at the wrong moment
