He doesn’t remember his parents all that well but he knows they were in a deep, all encompassing love. He has faded photographs, letters they wrote each other, bundled up together in a shoebox under his bed. On a good day his Uncle would tell him stories about his parents if he were tipsy and feeling sentimental, the sweet spot he stayed in before he became belligerent and hot tempered. “Pete, my brother looked at your mama look she hung the damn stars in the sky.” He’d told him once. “'My whole world', that’s what he called her.”
Sometimes, Pete will lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling, listening to the snores of his roommate as he lets himself wax poetic. The love of my life could be on this very campus. He would think, biting at his lip to keep from smiling. My whole world could be just around the corner.
And he was.
or: Pete, a hopeless romantic against all odds, meets the love of his life on an unremarkable Friday night.
CHAPTER ONE OF MY GAVRIES COLLEGE AU IS UP!!!!!!! THIS FIC HAS BEEN HAUNTING ME. I LOVE THEM. I HATE THEM. ENJOY!
Pairing - Professor Severus Snape x Fem Student Reader
Chapter One Rating - T for Teen
Tags - Angst, some fluff, flashbacks to an abusive childhood, mentions of past abandonment, mention of magic, mute reader, no sexual relationship with Professor Snape yet… since ya know… the reader is still a child…, and I think that’s it.
Beta - @winecatsandpizza
Word Count - 1.5k
Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly
A/N - Hello, all you lovely people ♥! I have been writing fanfiction for a long time, but I am just now posting my fics that are related to the Harry Potter fandom. I mainly write for Severus Snape, but I wouldn’t be opposed to writing for other characters. Send me an ask if you would like me to write for you. Feedback is gold and my fuel to put out more chapters/new fics.
A/N 2 - **** Each chapter will have its own rating!!!! Heed all the warnings I post!! My work is NOT to be copied, posting anywhere else, or saved without my express written permission! **** The text in italics are flashbacks and the owl’s name is pronounced Air Uh Dell. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, please send me an ask or message. :)
Chapter One: A New Beginning
From the moment you turned six years old you’d known you were different. Something inside you stirred, aching to be released.
On the day it broke free you’d been outside playing with your friend Sara in the grass. The new dolls you’d been given for your birthday scattered around the two of you as you laughed and carried on. Before you knew it, your older brother Nathan snatched the one Sara was playing with from her hands.
He mockingly held it above his head just out of her reach making tears well in her eyes. You felt your blood boil as you stood in front of him, your hands on your hips. His mocking figure towered over you by at least a foot but had been determined to get the doll back in one piece to Sara. “Give it back to her, Nate!” You seethed. He cocked an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. “Aw, does cry baby Sara want the dolly back? C’mon then, let’s see you try and get it, Y/N!”
He laughed at your efforts to reach it before tossing it on top of the garage. “Oops!” Nathan shrugged before giving a sarcastic smirk. “Looks like your precious doll is gone forever.” The coil of rage inside you seemed to snap. All your anger focused on Nathan as you lunged at him, but before you could reach him something extraordinary happened. Your gaze alone seemed to propel him into the trunk of the big oak tree growing in your front yard.
His body fell to the ground with a thud and he groaned in pain before picking himself up. His eyes rose to yours in a fearful stare only for a moment before he took off towards the front door to your house.
If you’d only known that from that day forward your life was going to change forever.
Now, here you stood, five years later in Y/H’s common room. It was your first year at Hogwarts, and you couldn’t have been happier. This ancient castle was to be your home now. Outside in the muggle world, you didn’t have a real place to go. Ever since that fateful day when you’d done that to your brother your parents abandoned you without hesitation.
They were both muggles and no one in your immediate family had any trace of being a witch or wizard. You were dropped off at an orphanage with no education on the wizarding world you belonged in.
It wasn’t long before the Headmaster heard about you. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school and things were happening around you that you couldn’t explain. Immediately, he’d made plans for Professor McGonagall to take you in.
Even though you didn’t know Minerva very well, being with her felt right. It felt like you were where you were supposed to be. It felt like home.
Professor McGonagall helped you unpack your belongings in your dormitory to make sure you settled in okay. She’d known what you’d been through and knew the repercussions that came of it. The constant nightmares, the panic attacks, and not to mention the fact that you hadn’t spoken since the day everything went down. Only her and the Headmaster knew, and she didn’t want to push you.
Once you two were finished, she gave you a soft smile taking your hand in hers. “There we go, Y/N. It feels good to be all settled in, hm?” The nervous look on your face didn’t go unnoticed and she sighed before leading you to sit on your bed. “Y/N, I know this is a new place with people you don’t know, but I promise you you’re safe here. Albus, Professor Dumbledore, won’t let anything happen to you or any of his students. Hogwarts is a safe place where you won’t be alone in your abilities. Who knows, maybe you’ll find your voice while you’re here.”
She gently rubbed your shoulder and kissed the top of your head before standing to smooth out her robes. “You have class early tomorrow so don’t stay up too late. Professor Snape doesn’t like it when his students are late.
Goodnight, Y/N and remember should you need anything don’t hesitate to send me a message via your owl.”
You listened as the sound of her heels clicked down the stone stairs. Once she was gone, the only thing you could hear was the muffled voices in the common room. Even though you were a first-year, the other people in your house knew that you were a mute. They didn’t treat you differently, but you were still hesitant to make friends nonetheless. Honestly, you were afraid to get to close to someone for fear of something bad happening like what happened to your brother.
The soft chirp from your owl lifted you from your thoughts. Aradeyl tilted her small head to look at you through the bars of her cage and you suddenly felt sorry for her having to be cooped up all this time. Slowly, you padded across the room and opened her cage. She stepped onto your arm and sidestepped up to your shoulder letting out another shrill chirp. Your fingers softly caressed her feathers as she lovingly nipped at your earlobe. You brought her down to your lap so you could stroke the feathers on the top of her head.
The two of you stayed like that for a few moments before your eyes started to get heavy. Once Aradeyl was safely back in her cage, you climbed beneath your covers and tried your best to get a good night’s sleep.
The next morning you were the first one awake. Streams of sunlight seeped through the curtains as you blinked away the sleep in your eyes. Quickly, you changed into your robes and padded downstairs towards the entrance of your common room. The crackling of the fire filled your ears as you slipped on your tennis shoes.
It was still slightly early as you entered the corridor towards Potion’s class, but you were always early. It was in your nature. Being late to anything gave you anxiety, and that led to panic attacks.
The door to Professor Snape’s classroom was unlocked and the lights were on, but he was nowhere in sight. You figured he was either in the Great Hall still or was gathering ingredients for your class. Either way, you took the unlocked door as an invitation and strode inside silently. The back row of desks looked inviting and you took the desk in the far corner. Placing your parchment, ink bottle, and quill on your desk, you chewed on your lip waiting for the other students to file in.
Fifteen minutes later, the class was buzzing with life. Students chattered back and forth with one another and occasionally a paper airplane would fly across the room. You sat silently in your seat knowing full well that Professor Snape wasn’t to be messed with. You’d never met him but from the stories Professor McGonagall told you, he wasn’t one to tolerate students goofing off.
The door slammed open and the most daunting looking man strode in. His long black robes swished behind him like a cape, his shoulder-length black hair bouncing with each footfall. He stopped at his podium and glared at the shocked eyes staring up at him. “Silence! I will not tolerate talking out of turn in my classroom! I would expect you to have your parchment and quills out already, but alas I see none of you are that bright.” His low booming voice had you in awe as you continued to stare at him. Sure, he was intimidating, but something about him intrigued you.
Snape folded his arms across his chest and tapped the toe of his shoe on the concrete floor. “It would seem that the only one here ready to learn is Miss Y/N. Five points to Y/H. The rest of you hurry up and get your quills ready because I am only going to say this once.”
The rest of the day went pretty quickly for you, but one thing was constant in your mind. There was something about Professor Snape that kept him at the forefront of your thoughts. Why was he so angry? Sure, you’d seen anger before, but no one was ever angry all the time. Not like him. Maybe you could ask Minerva about him after supper.
As you walked towards the Great Hall the feeling of being watched grew stronger by the second. It wasn’t until you caught a glance of the vast forest outside the school grounds that you felt the goosebumps prickle your skin. The sun was beginning to set, and the trees seemed to make everything darker. A lone shadow-like figure with big red eyes made you gasp. It’s gaze seemingly bore into your very soul the longer you looked at it.
The sound of your name being called made you jump and you turned to see Professor McGonagall. She gave you a concerned look, but you smiled reassuringly before walking the rest of the way to the Great Hall with her.
The figure you saw at the edge of the forest treeline distracted you from eating. Question upon question flooded your mind as you pushed your food around with your fork. Should you write down what you saw and show someone? Would they think you were insane? Has anyone else seen anything like what you saw?
wheeee hello! this is from a post-walk fic where ray has been bouncing between alternate realities in his coma dreams:
He waits until they’re alone, truly alone, before he tells Pete about his dreams.
His mother has left the house for the first time in days, armed with a shopping list and a promise that one of the boys will call Mr Holmes at the grocer if they need her. Pete is sat on a pillow on the floor, carefully changing the bandages on Ray’s feet. Ray is sat on his bed, picking at the skin around the nail of his thumb, watching Pete’s every move.
“They’re gettin’ better, Ray.” Pete comments as he unwraps his left foot. “Hell of a lot better.”
“That’s because Nurse McVries is so good at his job.” Ray grins, laughing when Pete tickles the side of his foot where his skin remained unchanged. “Thank you, though. Seriously. I know it’s not pretty.”
Pete shakes his head. He runs a damp cloth over Ray’s exposed foot, wincing in sympathy when Ray grunts at the intrusion. “Sorry, baby.”
Ray swallows. There’s no better time than now. “You know, you call me that in every universe I’ve met you in.”
Pete glances up at him, a confused little smile on his face. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. I, uh. I met you, again and again. While I was sleeping.” Ray digs his nail in too deep, blood starting to seep out from the tender skin around the nail of his thumb. “I know I was probably just dreaming, but it felt pretty real.”
“Tell me about it.” Pete says, finishing up with Ray’s left foot. He pulls a clean sock onto his foot and stamps a kiss to his ankle, before picking up his right and setting it in his lap. “Was I just as handsome in those worlds as I am in this one?”
Ray snorts. “I swear, you asked me that in every other universe.”
“It’s an important question.”
“Of course you were.” Ray says, unable to keep the smile off his face. He shivers as Pete pulls off his sock and starts to unwrap his right foot. “But, uh, nothing compares to you here. The man I walked through hell and back again with. My Pete.”
Pete stills, and for a second Ray worries that he’s crossed a line, but then Pete leans forward and rests his forehead against Ray’s knee.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He murmurs, his voice sounding wet.
Ray runs his hand over Pete’s hair, trying to lean as close as his injured stomach will allow him.
“I missed you, Ray. Ain’t that crazy? You were sleeping in that bed, right beside me, and I missed you so much I felt like I was gonna die.”
“I’m here. Pete, I’m right here.”
“I know. I know, I just-” Pete lifts his face, tears streaming down his cheeks. Ray tries to wipe them away, straining closer, one of the tears running over his thumb and mixing with his blood. “There were moments, Ray. Where it looked like you might not make it. And I felt like such an imposter, crying over it with your mama. I wanted to leave the room, leave her with her baby, but I couldn’t. Because- because, yeah, Ray you’re right, you’re my baby, too. And if I lost you after only a few days, how the fuck is that fair? What the fuck would I do?”
“Pete, come here.” Ray urges, already past his limit of how far he should be stretching, but needing Pete in his arms so badly that his skin itches with it. “Come up here.”
Pete runs a hand over his face. “Let me finish your foot first, yeah?” He sniffs, nudging his head against Ray’s knee before beginning to clean his wounds. “We’ll get you all cleaned up, darlin’.”
eeeee!!!! here's a scene i love with eddie and robin:
Eddie watches as Robin paints his nails, balancing the polish on her knee. She nearly drops it onto the comforter a few times.
“So. Do I get the full story now?” Eddie asks, aiming for casual. Robin looks up at him, confused. “How you and Steve… became you and Steve, you know?”
“Oh.” Robin nods. She carries on with her painting. “We worked together at the mall last summer. You remember Scoops Ahoy?”
Eddie snorts. “I remember the dumb little work uniforms the people who work there had to…” He trails off, grinning. “Robin Buckley, did you and Steve Harrington have to dress up as sailors?”
“Yup.” Robin says, popping the p. “Steve wore a hat, too.”
“Please tell me you have photographic evidence of this.”
He doesn’t expect a response to that, but Robin finishes up his left hand (she was right, the dark blue does look cool) and reaches over for her backpack. She pulls out her wallet and opens it, and a row of plastic-covered photos fall out. She scoots next to Eddie and hands it to him, pointing at a photograph in the middle. Robin and Steve are stood against a counter, both in their uniforms, grimacing. Steve is wearing the hat, and he’s holding up an ice-cream scoop. Slightly out of focus is Dustin, doubled over laughing.
“Dustin’s mom took the picture. He kept the one where he’s actually stood next to us, I asked for the reject.” She smiles warmly as she looks down at it.
Eddie scans over the rest of the photos, whistling. “I didn’t peg you as the sentimental type, Buckley.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s all Harrington’s fault. He bought me the wallet for my birthday, complete with this photo.” She points to the very first image, a photo of her and Steve outside Family Video. Steve is grinning, his eyes closed, and Robin is rolling her eyes. It’s very cute. “You should see his wallet, dude. He’d love to have an excuse to show off his kids.”
Eddie feels something in his chest, tight and uncomfortable. “Total dad.”
“Total dad.” Robin agrees. She hums, tapping at one of the empty spaces. “We’ll have to get a picture together when you’re feeling better. Not that you don’t look great now.”
Eddie laughs, looking down at his bandages. “Right. I didn’t realise I was wallet worthy.”
“Eddie.” Robin says softly. He can’t look at her. “I’d like to think that even if we hadn’t been through, you know, literal hell together… we’d still be friends. Birds of a feather, right?”
Eddie looks up at her, at her kind face, her understanding eyes, and it clicks. He’d suspected, of course he had, with the way she carries herself, the glances she sneaks in Nancy’s direction, the way she can’t sit in a chair properly to save her life. The Steve of it all. Platonic with a capital P.
Isaac is playing music and the sound echoes around the bathroom and into the hall. It’s something poppy and light, and Colin smiles as he grabs his pyjamas - oversized sweats and one of Isaac’s pre-worn hoodies - and heads into the main bathroom.
Colin had teased Isaac endlessly when he first saw the bathtub (”Jesus boyo, are you preparing to do a sponsored swim in this thing?”) but now it’s one of his favourite places in the house. Isaac knows this and keeps a well-stocked basket of bath bombs next to the tub, as well as a fine selection of bath soaks and candles. It’s the kind of thing Colin would indulge in every once in a while as a teenager - a 50p bath bomb shaped like a strawberry from the pharmacy - and he’d stash it away at the bottom of his underwear drawer like a dirty secret. He once ran a bath using his mam’s vanilla bubble bath and Declan called him a fuckin' fruit for the rest of the week.
Isaac, in the kindest way possible, does not give a shit. He knows what scents Colin gravitates towards - citrus and soft florals - and a lot of the time he’ll take a bath with Colin, if he’s asked to. Sometimes they’ll soak in the tub after a particularly brutal day of training, opposite each other with their legs intertwined, or Isaac will sit against the side and Colin will lounge between his open legs, eyes closed as Isaac massages shampoo into his hair.
hi hello i love you!! we’ve already talked a bunch about the first three so tell me about no 4 please and thank youuuu
wahoo thank you for asking ily !!!!! here's a snippet of three brothers being sweethearts:
“I met someone, I guess.” Peter shrugs. He looks down at the project he’s tinkering with, ignoring the way he can feel both Peter's scanning his face.
“Really?” Peter Two asks, sounding happy in that soft, reassuring way of his. “That’s great.”
“Dude! Tell us all about her, come on!” Peter One adds, and when Peter looks up, the kid’s face is nearly pressed against the screen.
Peter twirls the screwdriver around his fingers. “Well, uh, he’s a he. Just to clear that up.”
Peter One’s mouth drops open a little. “Oh, whoa. You’re not straight either? I wasn’t sure if that was a universal Peter Parker thing or just me.”
“Not just you.” Peter Two says, shrugging. “I’ve never dated a guy but I’ve always had an interest. Crushes.”
“Huh.” Peter breathes. He looks between his brothers, feeling like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. “That’s… that’s really cool, actually.”
“Super cool.” Peter One agrees. “So, tell us about him!”
Below you will find all my writing related to the Harry Potter fandom! ♥ This will be updated as I post new works/chapters :) Enjoy!
One Shots
Forbidden Love - Severus Snape x Reader - After receiving your Hogwarts letter late, you get thrown into a world that’s greatly unfamiliar to you. When something goes wrong on a routine job at Hagrid’s will you succumb to the trials of the Forbidden Forest, or will love find a way to save you? (Coming April 8th, 2020)
Series
Amor Vincit Omnia - Severus Snape x Mute!Reader - Y/N had known nothing but the Muggle world around her. From the moment she turned six years old, her life turned upside down and she became immersed in the world of magic. A life filled with memories from previous traumas rendered her mute. Can a certain Potions master help her find her voice, or will she remain trapped by her past?
