. _. Bro... I've Just Watched Peaky Blinders Amd Trying To Get My Uni Work Together... But This Fic Got

. _. Bro... I've just watched Peaky Blinders amd trying to get my uni work together... But this fic got me stoked...

Its FAQIN GREAT!

“morning mr. shelby.” — tommy shelby x reader ⋆｡˚

tommy shelby x fem!reader

you meet tommy as a nurse during the war, but happens when he realizes that he’s known you all along? (loosely based around some s1 plot points, but all set before the war)

18+ minors dni please! angst, fluff and smut

cw: mentions of war, shooting, stabbing, suturing, ptsd, friends to lovers, eventual smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), slight breeding kink

word count: 5.4k+ (sorry lmao)

a/n: ahh first fic alert!! i’m so excited for you guys to read this! don’t be a ghost reader and lmk if you want to be added to my tag list for future tommy/cillian stuff!! 💌

you met tommy shelby during the war. he was a soldier, you were a wartime nurse. before the war, you had obviously heard of him. tommy shelby, leader of the fucking peaky blinders. arrogant bastards.

you lived in small heath, and everyday you’d pass him on the street. and everyday, you’d smile and say, “morning, mr. shelby.” and everyday, he would barely look up at you. you were sure he wasn’t even aware of your existence. prick.

your parents had always told you to stay away from the shelby boys. your dad would say that “they’re dangerous and make whores out of innocent girls” and your mum would make some comment about “the shelby men and their stupid cocks and their stupid judgements”.

they were the most intimidating people in all of small heath, possibly in all of birmingham. truth be told, there was a certain charm to them that you couldn’t shake off. well, to one of them. tommy shelby. you couldn’t tell if it was because he was your age, or because he was powerful and strong, or simply because he was strictly off limits. or because of his piercing blue eyes.

everyone in small heath knew tommy. but you knew tommy. he didn’t know you, though. you could tell if was him by the way he exhaled or by the sound of his footsteps or by the way he held a cigarette in his hand, the peaked cap on his head, a hand in his coat pocket. you despised tommy shelby, but god, was he fucking irresistible.

when men were drafted for the war in france, it was common sense that they’d need someone to tend to their cuts and bruises. you’d decided to volunteer, and after a couple weeks of training, you were right there, in the field. practicing on dolls and bags of rice and flour was nothing compared to what you saw. what you heard.

your first day in france was… eventful, to say the least. some commander had led you to the medical tent, and you were welcomed by the screams of hurt soldiers, blood and panic. you were immediately assigned to a patient, who’d been shot in the chest. you tried your best, did everything you could have, but ultimately, he had just lost too much blood. you didn’t sleep that night, haunted by the bloodshed, by the pleas of the soldier to keep him alive, by the feeling of someone else’s blood on your hands. over time, however, you grew accustomed to having your pristine white uniform soiled with blood and mud.

a month or so after you’d started, you heard shouts outside the tent. “help! someone HELP, for FUCK’s SAKE!” this was a regular occurrence, but the voice the shouts came from didn’t sound wounded. you felt an instinctual need to go see what it was.

what you saw, though, was something you never expected to see. tommy shelby, with a comrade’s head in his lap, putting pressure on a wound in his shoulder. without hesitating, you helped tommy drag the soldier to a vacant bed in the tent. “what happened?” you asked, hurriedly. tommy was visibly panicked. “i- he- um, he got st-stabbed by… one of the germans… his name’s danny- daniel.” you looked in tommy’s eyes, trying to give him some semblance of comfort. “he’ll be okay.” you applied pressure on the wound, and luckily, the blood stopped flowing soon. you cleaned the wound up and looked to tommy. “i’m gonna have to disinfect the wound with alcohol, you might want to hold daniel down for this.” daniel was still delirious from the blood loss, but the pain would be excruciating. tommy braced himself. his hands firmly holding down daniel’s. you nodded before tipping the bottle over on the wound. danny thrashed around on the bed, screaming and cursing, struggling against tommy’s hold. you heard his voice over danny’s. “you’re alright, lad! y’er gonna be fine!”

tommy sat by his friend’s bedside as he came to. you tended to other patients in the meantime but eventually went over to talk to him. “i want to keep him here for the night, mr. shelby. make sure there’s no infection.” he looked at you, surprised you knew him. “you know who i am?” “of course i do, all of small heath knows you. what i didn’t expect was to have a run-in with you, here in france.” he scoffed at his own misery and spoke. “you don’t belong here. you should be home.” you rolled your eyes, even in his state, he managed to be cocky. “if i wasn’t here today, mr. shelby, who would save danny?” that seemed to shut him up. he was about to speak, before you heard your name from the other side of the tent. “y/n, we need you!” after having helped a soldier who looked like he had been mauled, you looked out to see it was nightfall, and tommy had left.

a couple days later, at about noon, john shelby, the youngest of the shelby brothers walked in, clutching his arm tightly. “do you need help, mr. shelby?” you called out. “yes, i-i’ve been shot.” he all but whispered. you rushed over with a tray of distilled alcohol, forceps and bandages. after an afternoon of agony and pain, you had finally managed to pull out the bullet form his arm, john’s face a clear representation of his relief. “oh my god love, if we were home, i’d marry you right now.” you laughed at the proposition. “mr. shelby, i think you’re still a bit delirious from the anaesthesia. besides, i’m your brother’s age.” he looked shocked. “what, you’re arthur’s age? really?? you look nothing like that old prick.” you couldn’t help but laugh yet again. “i’m not that old, jesus. i’m tommy’s age.” he sighed. “marry him then. lord knows he needs a girl.” you giggled as you gathered your things and walked away. “you amuse me far too much, mr. shelby.”

it felt like ages had passed before you saw tommy again. your back was towards the tent entrance but you knew who had walked in. his breath trembled and his footsteps felt a bit unsteady, but it was undoubtedly him. you waited to turn until he called out your name. “y/n, is it?” you turned around, to find his face and shirt covered in blood. “mr. shelby! what happened?” you rushed over to him, taking his hand and sitting his down on a bed. “i- i… killed a man today, y/n.” he looked down, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. you didn’t respond, simply got up and grabbed a stitching kit and a bowl of warm water. “is all this blood yours?” was your first question. “no. most of it is his.” you sighed and searched his face to find a cut on his cheekbone, the source of his own bleeding. “i’m wiping away the blood now, okay?” tommy gulped and nodded, his eyes still trained on the ground. “mr. shelby, i want you to look at me.” it was as if he didn’t hear you. you spoke again, softer yet more authoritative this time. “tommy. look at me.” he finally brought himself to look into your eyes. in his eyes, you saw guilt, regret and fear. in yours, he saw compassion, love and a warmth that could engulf all his pain. “good.” you whispered. you wrung out a washcloth and began wiping the blood away from his face, using your other hand to hold his chin in place. his arms found themselves wrapped around your waist, in an attempt to ground himself. you didn’t say anything, but your eyes told him that you didn’t mind. in that moment, you saw a different version of tommy shelby. you didn’t see ‘tommy, the criminal’, ‘tommy, the gangster’ or ‘tommy, the womanizer’. you saw tommy, a good man, an honest man. you felt his arms tighten around your waist as you pulled your hands away from his face, as if he was afraid you would dissipate into thin air. “tommy.” you whispered. “i’m gonna have to stich that wound up. it might hurt.” but he didn’t mind pain, not if you were the one inflicting it. “okay.” he spoke, his voice deep. he rubbed circles into your skin with his thumbs, the pain making him hum. “sorry, almost done.” you finished the last stitch. “there. you’re all fixed.” tommy held you like that, his hands around your waist, icy blue eyes staring into yours. your arms rested on his shoulders and you leaned down to whisper to him. “tommy. people are staring.” “so? let them.” eventually, he reluctantly pulled away from you. “it’s time for dinner, and then lights out.” he smiled as he spoke, and slowly exited the tent, catching a glimpse of you as he left.

needless to say, you only grew closer over the next few weeks. you were inseparable. whenever tommy had free time, he’d make his way to the familiar tent, and talk to you. it was wartime. you were left hurt and traumatized and so was he, but you both found solace in each other’s company. you told him how you knew him, and how you’d wish him good morning every day, only to receive complete silence from him each time. he chuckled and apologized. he told you about the peaky blinders, what they did, how they ran their business. you bonded over your shared hunger for knowledge and stories. you told him everything you knew about art, history and literature; and he told you stories of fighting gangs in the streets and stealing contraband. his stories were always more thrilling than yours. you’d try to set each other up with people for fun. you’d introduce him to every nurse, telling them how he was fighting for his country, and of course, they fell prey to his charming eyes and dashing smile. they’d ask what he did back home, and as soon as you said the words ‘gangster’, they’d run in the opposite direction. he’d done the same for you. introduced you to other soldiers, and when you spoke to them, about art and literature, they’d call you ‘unladylike’ or ‘too ambitious for a man’. you both secretly liked it this way, it was like you were his and he was yours.

when he became sergeant major, you both celebrated together. he’d brought you a bottle of whiskey, and you spent the night, talking and giggling drunkenly. but soon, he was assigned to be a sapper and dig tunnels. you both knew that the germans were going to dig their own tunnels, and at some unfortunate point, the tunnels would converge. both of you realized the danger it held, but he had to do it. you tried to talk him out of it, though. “tommy, please!” “y/n, calm down.” “goddamn it tommy, think! you’re gonna get yourself killed! what the fuck are you doing?” “i’ll be alright.” “no, you won’t! what if you get hurt? what if they shoot at you, huh? i won’t be there underground to make sure you’re okay!” “y/n, i have to serve my country. i have to do this.” “tommy. i’m begging you, don’t do this.” he simply sighed and kissed your forehead and held your face in his hands. you held tightly onto his wrists as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “shhh, i’ll be alright. in fact, i’ll write you.” you seemed to calm down at the idea of him writing you. at least you’d be updated on his condition.

the morning he went down to the tunnels, he came to see you. you were sorting gauze and bandages when you felt his presence near you. you turned around and ran to hug him. he buried his face in your neck and breathed you in. you could feel tears brimming your eyes. neither of you knew why you felt like this. you were just friends, right? “tommy michael shelby, i swear to god if you die, i’ll kill you myself.” you heard him chuckle. he took a step back and caressed your cheek. “you take care, darling.” you wished he wouldn’t leave, but in your heart, you knew he had to. a few hours after, you found a letter tucked under a book on your desk. you curiously pulled it out and opened it.

dearest y/n,

i know how much you hate that i’m going to be a sapper now. i want you to know, no matter what happens down there, i care for you, and i love you, unconditionally. i’ve loved you since the day i first met you. i can’t believe i was looking for love in whores and prostitutes when the love of my fucking life was saying the sweetest good morning to me every morning. i’ll protect myself, and i want you to protect yourself too since i can’t do that for the time being. if we survive this wretched war, i want to take you home, ask your father for your hand and marry you, sweetheart. you take care of yourself, alright?

all my love,

tommy shelby.

you couldn’t help but gasp at what you read. he loved you. tommy shelby loved you. the same tommy shelby that was too arrogant to say a word to you, the same tommy shelby that your parents told you to stay away from, the same tommy shelby was head over heels for you. you immediately looked for a piece of paper, a pen and some ink. you wrote a letter back and sent it with one of the workers heading down to the tunnels. you didn’t know what it was like down there, but you hoped your letters would keep him sane. meanwhile, tommy received your letter and opened it with the same enthusiasm you showed his letter. however, he was also filled with nervous energy. he had confessed his love for you, which was so incredibly out of character for him, but with shaky hands, he proceeded to open the letter.

dearest tommy,

to say that your letter was shocking would be an understatement. i never knew you felt this way for me. like i’ve told you on several occasions, my parents always told me to stay away from ‘your kind’ and as a good catholic girl, i obeyed them. but tommy, in these few months, i’ve seen a side of you i can’t ever forget. i love you too tommy, the real you. the honest, raw, genuine tommy that i get to see on late nights and in random moments on busy days. i’d love to marry you, just make it out alive of that damn tunnel, you prick.

only yours,

y/n.

tommy felt his eyes welling up as he read the words you had penned on the paper. it had been so long since he’d seen you, or heard your voice. he wanted you. he needed you. to keep him stable and sane. as the days passed, your and tommy’s letter exchange became more and more frequent, and you felt like even if you were in this goddamned lawless land of blood and chaos, you had tommy. and he was all you needed.

that was, until the letters slowed down. you kept writing him, but to no avail. he hadn’t sent you a letter in days, or weeks, you weren’t sure anymore. you’d almost lost hope, and spent entire nights grieving him. trying to remember the sound of his voice, the feeling of his hands on your waist, the smell of his cologne. you hadn’t heard his breath or felt his footsteps in a long time. the pain was almost unbearable, and some days felt like decades. but the only thought that kept you going was that you saw tommy in all the wounded soldiers you treated. they were someone’s tommy. and they needed to get home alive.

4 months. 4 whole months since you heard from tommy. you were convinced he was dead now. you spent your days bandaging and stitching wounds, yet you could never fix the wound tommy left in your heart. it was one of the hottest afternoons, the french sun blazing unmercifully. you were insanely busy with patients today, the war was almost ending, and the soldiers needed to be fixed up before they could go home. yet, no sign of tommy. you sighed, cursing yourself for holding out hope now for someone who would not return.

“can i have a nurse here?” you could recognize that damn voice anywhere. the deep voice that filled your ears, smooth like honey, you’d recognize that voice at the end of the world. you turned around. tommy. “hi, love.” he smiled. but his smile quickly changed into a frown when he saw your sobs. you took him to a quieter corner of the tent. you stepped closer to him. he went to put his arms around you. you slapped him across the face. “where. the FUCK were you, thomas michael shelby?!” he was incredibly confused. “l- love, what?” “i thought YOU DIED, YOU BASTARD. where were you?” the time you spent apart had changed you, and from his response, you could tell it clearly changed him. “i was TRYING to fucking STAY ALIVE for YOU.” he raised his voice at you. he never raised his voice. neither of you spoke for a while and tension filled the air between the two of you. “i should leave.” he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. he left, and you let him.

after a few weeks, news broke that britain had won the war, and everyone went home. five years had passed since you last saw the familiar streets of small heath, and you were no longer a girl, but a woman. a woman who needed to get a job to survive in this city. you walked around and saw a flyer on the doors of the garrison. ‘BARMAID NEEDED.’ you walked in to find harry. he looked up pleasantly surprised. “y/n! haven’t seen you in a while, eh? what can i do you for?” “i’m here to get the barmaid job, harry.” he sighed.” y/n, this job isn’t suitable for a girl like you. these men, they’ve just come back from war, they haven’t seen a girl, let alone a pretty one like yourself, in ages. they’ll have you up against a wall within the first hour of your shift.” you looked at him desperately. “harry, please. i need this job, otherwise i’ll be out on the streets, which are surely worse than this pub. i was a nurse in france, i’ve dealt with these men. please?” he sighed again before nodding. “alright then, you start tomorrow.”

your first shift consisted of the usual alcoholics, men with ptsd, everything that was to be expected after a war. you hear the bells at the door ring as the familiar footsteps walk closer to the bar. without turning around, you ask, “what do you want?” he replies, “whiskey, scotc- y/n?” you finally turn around at the sound of your name falling from his lips. “yes, mr. shelby. so, scotch? on the house right?” he leans over so that just the two of you can hear. “don’t mr. shelby me. come on, love, talk to me.” “i have nothing to talk to you about.” as you poured him a glass of whiskey, he held your wrist assertively. “y/n. come.” you rolled your eyes and went to the shelby’s private booth. “what is it that you want, tommy?” “what the fuck do you mean ‘what do i want’? you, i want YOU. i need you. did ya lose your fucking mind in france like danny whiz-bang?” you felt your bottom lip trembling and your throat choking up. “i… i thought y- you were fucking dead. i mourned you. for MONTHS. i grieved over the death of the love of my life. of my future husband. of my future children that i’d have with him. and then, just as i’m making my peace with it, YOU have the fucking audacity to show up? you have some bloody nerve, tommy shelby.” the look in his eyes softened as he took a step closer to you. “no. don’t you dare come any closer to me, tommy, i’ll kill you.” you said, holding up the bottle of whiskey as a weapon. he embraced you, holding you tightly, his fingers stroking your hair. you resisted the hug and tried to push him away, only to find his grip on you getting tighter. “g- get away… from me, p- please… i- just” your voice came out muffled between sobs. tommy felt hot tears rolling down his own cheeks. “shhh, sweetheart. i’m okay, eh? i’m fine. i’m here, with you.” you dropped the bottle you were holding and it shattered into a million pieces on the ground. you stood there in his arms, crying for what felt like an eternity. you finally pulled away from him, and he wiped your tears with his thumbs. you laughed, but then lightly slapped his arm. “you scare me like that again, tommy, i swear i’ll kill ya.” “i’ll hold you to it, sweetheart.” he kissed your forehead, and you rested your forehead against his. he tentatively closed the gap between your lips and his, and you pulled him by the collar and kissed him with enough force to make him trip and fall. he managed to stay steady and kissed you back with equal fervour. he spoke between kisses. “i *kiss* spent *kiss* every *kiss* second *kiss* thinking *kiss* of you.” you giggled. “i missed you too, tommy.”

he told harry that you’d be leaving the bar early that day, and dragged you out the bar while holding your hand, a smile on his face for the first time in a long time. “the great thomas shelby isn’t embarrassed to have a barmaid as his girlfriend?” you giggled. “never. and those who think i should be embarrassed can suck me cock.” he spoke proudly. he opened the car door for you, and you sat inside and waited for him to turn the ignition on. “where are we going, tommy?” “i want you to meet my family, love.” during the countless hours you spent together chatting, he told you about his family’s idiosyncrasies and stories about them. how arthur needed to be protected the most during fights because he was just as likely to hurt himself as he was to hurt someone else, how aunty pol’s instincts about love were never wrong, how john once fell in love with a prostitute and everyone laughed at him, how ada was the most rebellious and married a communist (who happened to be in of his best mates), and how finn always pretended to act like tommy, doing whatever his big brother did. you were excited to meet them of course, but anxious. they would be your family one day too.

he held your hand as he brought you in, everyone sitting around a table waiting for him. “does everyone just sit together like this?” you asked. “uh, no i called a family meeting for 3 pm.” tommy replied simply. “how did you know you’d be able to have me here by 3?” he winked at you. “i have my ways. and i know how much you love me.” he spoke in a singsong voice. you rolled your eyes at his schoolboy behaviour and waited for him to speak. “shelby’s, this is my girlfriend and soon to be fiancé, y/n.” he held his arm around your waist proudly, and you leaned up to kiss his cheek. you recognized arthur and john immediately from your time in the war. you assumed that the older woman was aunt polly, and the younger with the baby in her arms would be ada, leaving the youngest member of the family, finn. john came up to talk to you first, while tommy spoke with polly. “you know i didn’t really mean the ‘marry tommy’ thing?” you laughed as you replied, “i didn’t either, but fate works in weird ways, eh?” he agreed with you before talking to tommy. arthur was the next one to see you. “you and tommy, eh? if it wasn’t for the war, you two would probably never have met. i s’pose war isn’t all bad then.” “perhaps you’re right. i did find your brother to be arrogant before the war.” “that he is, y/n. that he is.” both of you looked over at him, engaged in conversation with everyone else. you fussed over the baby in ada’s arms. “awww, he’s precious! what’s his name?” “karl, after karl marx.” you shot her a look. “it’s unconventional, i know. but freddie really wanted it.” “it’s lovely.” finn rushed over to you and kissed your hand. you gushed exaggeratedly. “what a gentleman you are, finn!” “if tommy wasn’t here, you’d be my girlfriend, miss y/n.” you laughed at his childishness and ruffled his hair. “sure i would, finn.” the only person you hadn’t spoken to yet was aunt polly, arguably the most intimidating person of the family. “i have one question for you, y/n. how you answer it will determine if you’re fit for being a shelby. how do you think i kept this business up and running during the war?” you felt put on the spot but tried your best to answer. “um, well, to be quite frank, i’ve believed that women are better at business anyway. we know how to settle deals with whiskey and not fists or guns. and you seem like twice the man than most men i know anyway.” her lips twitched up into a smile as she looked to tommy. “oh, i like her already.” he held your hand in hers, and addressed tommy. “she seems like a lovely girl, do not fuck this up tommy.” tommy shook his head and laughed. “i’ll try, pol. i’ll try.”

you ate dinner with the shelby’s before you headed up to his house. “you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” he asked for the hundredth time that night. “no tommy, i’m perfectly content spending the night with you. unless you’d like me to leave?” you questioned. “no no, stay, please!” he said, almost pleadingly. you looked around his bedroom when you reached his home. it was obviously a house, but it didn’t feel like a home. you frowned at your observation. “what’s wrong, y/n?” “this house isn’t a home yet, tommy.” “that’s because i want my first home to be with you. with our children. and as far as i’m concerned, you are my home.”

“care to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand. you looked at the gramophone in the corner. “that doesn’t look like it works, love.” you placed your hand in his. “so what? we can dance without music.” he said, holding your waist close to him, your hand on his shoulder. you leaned your head on his shoulder, both of you dancing in the silence, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing. “kiss me, tommy.” you whispered. he obeyed probably for the first time in his life and kissed your soft lips.

things escalated and you were now on tommy’s bed, tracing the sun tattoo on his chest, with him on top of you. “fuck me, tommy, please.” “your cunt wants this cock?” he growled. you moaned in his ear. “fuck, yes tommy, make me yours.” he stretched you out in the most blissful way. of course, you had used your fingers before, but nothing could replace the feeling of his cock. “god, please!” you moaned out, words slowly turning into incoherent sounds. tommy chuckled. “god can’t hear you now, sweetheart. not here.” he pistoned his hips into you just right and it wasn’t long before he found the spot inside you that made you scream. “t- tommy fuck! right there, please don’t stop!” “i wouldn’t dream of stopping, darling. my girl, so pretty all spread out for me. take it, love. take that cock.” the feeling of your impending orgasm coursed through your entire body, making you writhe in pleasure. “god, i’m so close tommy!” “good fucking girl.” his hand reached down to rub circles on your clit while he fucked you so good. “oh god, tommy, i’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow…” “that’s the plan, sweetheart.” he spoke as he kissed hickeys on your neck, matching the ones you’d given him earlier. “come on love, make a mess on my cock.” as soon as he said that, you felt yourself falling apart, the tight band in your stomach snapping, uncontrollable moans of his name falling from your lips. “thank you tommy, thank you so much.” you moaned, drunk on the feeling of his cock inside you. “such an angel. who do you belong to, sweets?” he said, still pounding your cunt. “y- you, tommy. i belong to you!” “that’s right, sweetheart.” he whispered in your ear, “i love you, darling.” you moaned as you felt your second orgasm approaching. “tommy, fuck! i- i love you too!” “god i’m gonna cum inside you! you’d like that, eh? me getting you pregnant, all nice and round with my baby?” you felt your orgasm pulsing through you at his words. “yes, tommy! fill my womb up, please! i need it!” you heard tommy’s loud moans as he came inside you. “oh, such a good girl. took my cock so well, love.” tommy stayed on top of you for a while, his cock still inside you. “i’ve wanted to do that for five fucking years.” he spoke, voice muffled since his head was buried between your tits. you laughed, but the laughs quickly turned to moans as your sensitive cunt felt friction from tommy’s cock rubbing up against its walls. he pulled out of you slowly, watching his seed spill out of you. he eventually got up to get a warm washcloth and a glass of water for you. you drank the water as he cleaned you and himself up and pulled you into his chest. you pulled the covers over both of you, feeling your body flush against his. “that was amazing tommy, thank you.” “the pleasure is all mine, sweetheart.” he kissed your forehead.

ever since tommy came back from france, he had these recurring nightmares every night. of his time in the tunnels. the germans. his comrades. how he had to kill people with his bare hands. he could still hear the shovels digging the tunnels when he closed his eyes. when he was with you though, he could finally fall asleep. or so he thought.

you were awoken in the middle of the night by the sounds of a gasping tommy, suddenly sitting up. you felt groggy for a moment, having just woken up, but quickly sprung into action. you sat next to him, rubbing his back. “tommy, what’s wrong?” he didn’t speak. but he didn’t need to. you’d seen enough cases of ptsd from your time in the war to know what was happening to him. “you still see it, eh?” he only nodded. you laid back down and pulled him into your chest. he protested. “what are y-” “shut up.” you could tell, he was still a bit frantic, his breath still heavy. you spoke to him in a soft tone and you played with his fingers, his head on your chest. “listen to me. listen to the sound of my voice. feel my body against yours. you are home. you are safe. the war is over. the nightmares are just parts of your mind trying to scare you. but you’re stronger than that, eh? i’m here with you, and you don’t need to be scared. alright? i’m here with you, always.” he hummed, heavy eyelids slowly closing shut. being able to smell the scent of your perfume helped ground him. “good job, tommy. now sleep. i’ll be here with you when you wake up.” you managed to get him to go to sleep, but somehow convinced your mind to let you sleep light enough that if tommy were to have another nightmare, you’d be up immediately. fortunately, he didn’t wake up during the night.

he woke up to the sight of a sleeping you, the sun rays hitting you just right. he swore he could look at you forever. you felt his gaze on you and slowly opened your eyes. “how’d you sleep?” you asked. “like i hadn’t slept in years.” he replied.

“morning, mr. shelby.” you wished him, as you did, every day before the war. except this time, you were in his arms, in his bed. you kissed his lips softly. except this time, he finally wished you back.

“mornin’, sweetheart.”

Agreed XD

Ever snape simp wants to ride that Roman nose like a stallion

Bet... He's probably so done with life he just wanted Nagini to bite him asap XD

ITS OCTOBER PEOPLE!!!!

Kinktober Day 1: Stuck

Severus Snape x GN! Reader

Summary: Stuck in the shelving of Snape's potion storage room, leaving only him to help you.

Warnings: Claustrophobia Warning, Established Relationship, Smut, Stuck, Grinding, Dry Humping

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Hearing dusty potions being taken down one by one placed on a new surface, no longer rattling a threat against your struggle with their old one. Comforted by the warm hand of your Severus, pressed softly against your body, taking the brunt of the shelf's wooden detail that had kneaded at your skin.

Faintly tasting freedom away from the dark, rotten wooden shelving of the potion storage room. Slowly and steadily backing out right into his lap, halting progress.

Instead of moving out of the way, you feel him grind up against your ass, pushing you back to square one. Feeling as his hands hungrily traveled down, seeking out your hips. Landing on them quickly, pulling on them, inviting you to feel his tented cock.

“Hold still” his deep voice moaned echoing in the small room, announcing his pleasure. Soft humps sharply turned into feverish grinds, further nailing you into the shelving. Nails digging into your riled hips, peeling away the clothes that prevented his cock from entering you.

Obscured from the view of Severus's face, how his eyes engaged onto your body, wanting only to feel your warm insides. The next piece of clothing to go was his. Released from the fabric prison, his cock falls with a slap against your ass, causing a light hiss to escape from his lips.

“Severus” you whined as he steadily drawing his cock around, lubing it up with your arousal, making sure every inch was covered. Squirming under his teasing, your moans quickly heated the small space of the bottom shelving; the pleasure from his actions buckled you down onto the wood.

Arching your back, giving a full view of Severus. Relishing in the growing bliss as his cock finally glides into you. Igniting nerves at every inch, fogging up your mind and vision. Stirring the feeling of thrill and fullness, his cock and hips tilt down, burying further into you.

Hearing as the shelving shook with rhythm, threatening Severus to calm. Ignoring the threats, hands pulling you against him, cock carving deeper, electrifying new nerves. Feeling he explores the new soft terrain, charming gasps from your throat, ecstasy building with every one of his thrusts.

Hurried moans sound from Severus, warning you to his buckling hips. With one last pull, you are free from the bounds of the shelving. The pain mixed with the blinding thrill of cumming to his cock, hearing as he did so too. Pulling out quickly, spilling ropes of his warm cum on your bare ass.

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The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part Two)

(Severus Snape x Reader)

Part one, Part two

(Gif ain't mine > @jetemots)

✨NSFW [SemiSub! Severus(switch really), Cockwarming, Overstimulation, Swear Words, Tad full of sarcasm, Severus being a good (cold) boy, Slight Choking, p n v, unprotected (I forgot the phrase ack), I think that's all... Please comment below if you find something to put in here that I missed], Severus just being a cutie ^^✨

🐧I did a voting thing and yall wanted NSFW Maho Severus Part 2 so... Here you go hehehe enjoy *wink wink. Also went on a full writer mode XD so this might be a bit long heh. Suprise XD released it too early... Idk what happened... It was on my queue list but suddenly it posted itself ack... So it got released early T^T but thaz ok... Faith probably thought it was good enough to be released today XD🐧

Now enjoy you horny people ^^

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The Yule Ball came in like a hurricane. Severus was above the steps, watching over students, dancing and goofing around like lunatics. He scoffs as a thought comes back to him: how could he ever dance with you in this crowd?

He looks over students, trying not to look desperate as he looks for you. He tugged his vest, coughing lightly at his impatience as he looked around.

He wore a different style today, unlike his usual midnight blue clothes: a dark blue vest with a black polo, all covered with a robe with the darkest shade of blue. Sleeves reaching his wrists, and a high collar that hugged his neck. A white scarf wrapped around him for warmth, adding an elegant touch. His fitted black slock pants complemented his pitch-black shoes. He also sported a silver and green pocket watch, a thoughtful gift from Headmistress McGonagall to celebrate his survival. The overall look was both sophisticated and practical, perfect for the occasion.

Although he hated to change his clothes, Minerva troubled herself by buying him muggle clothes over the weekend (Minerva and the other professors went on a shopping spree last weekend; Severus did not come because you were there. He felt strangely weird saying no to Minerva because of that).

"You look all right, Severus," Minerva patted his waist. He grumbles in response; Minerva treats him like a son, and in exchange, Severus acts like it.

Suddenly conscious about his clothes, he wriggles his fingers between his collar and neck, tugging it slightly. Minerva rolls her eyes at this and smiles as she sees you enter the Great Hall. She nudges Severus's shoulders, and he groans and glares at her.

"Well, won't you look at that," Minerva points her chin towards you, smirking at Severus (she knows they talk about it over tea, and she'd laugh at Severus's rants).

Severus looks at where Minerva is pointing. Good heavens, you look gorgeous. His eyes went slowly from your well-adorned hair, pieces of golden cranes well kept in a half-bun. From your natural make-up that accentuated your eyes to the red lipstick that made your lips look tempting. You wore a Geisha-inspired kimono and proudly strolled down the hall as students gazed at your dress. This wasn't any ordinary dress. With its top hugging your figure tightly with the traditional Japanese Obi on your waist and pleated skirt flowing down to the floor, the dress featured a striking blend of black, gold, and red, adorned with intricate patterns of flowers and cranes. You looked modestly like a goddess.

He couldn't look away from you for what felt like hours. You look terrific, and he concluded to himself to be lucky to even breathe the same air as you.

"Stop staring, Severus, it is rude to stare." Minerva placed Severus back to reality. Oh Merlin, he was staring. He stood straight when you met his eye, smiling. Oh dear heaven, you were approaching him. His mind was a complete mess as he tried to look in another direction, trying to see if that would help (it didn't).

"Hello Professor Snape. Professor McGonagall," You greeted with a slight bow. Minerva smiled at you and pulled you in between herself and Severus (Clearly knowing what she was doing), and it slightly made your shoulders brush over his arm, making his spine tingle. Severus glared at Minerva from the back, and she winked at him. Severus was sure to strangle this old woman tomorrow at tea.

As the two talked for a while, it was time for the last slow dance music. Professor Slughorn asks Minerva for a dance, to which she agrees. The giddy lady loved dancing and was happy to take anyone's hand for a dance.

Which then left Severus and you standing in front.

Severus looked over as everyone started to dance slowly on the floor. Suddenly, remembering that you asked him for a dance, your presence became more prominent beside him. However, before he could ask you for a dance, you went closer to him, your shoulders brushing on his arm, and whispered, "Shall I take you in for this dance, Severus?" as you looked up at him.

Severus spine tingled in fevor, you looked so innocent asking him this. He nods as he puts his hands in the air, gesturing you to take it. As soon as you took his hands, your warmth enveloped his. It was making him smile ever so slightly.

As the two of you took the dance floor, you pulled him in closer. He knew how to dance, but the feeling of your chest and head on his made him forget his feet.

-----(Your POV)

Severus accidentally stepped on your gown, making you fall a bit backward. You grabbed the back of his neck as he gripped your waist tightly. Making you intertwined perfectly together, his cologne entrapped in your mind. It was shocking to think he wore a cologne. You looked up to see his hair had a bit of curls as well, which perfectly fit his new fashion style. You've seen that vest, and then it clicked. 'Ah... Minerva' and you smiled. He coughs softly as his fingers slowly loosen and brush your waist. It was a simple gesture of 'I'm sorry' as you two continued to dance.

"You look splendid today, Severus," you said as you looked at his clothes. Minerva knew how to dress his son very well. Your hands slowly sauntered down his chest, which made his breath hitch.

As you quickly looked up at him, his eyes were closed, his nose flared, and his mouth completely shut. Severus's cheeks were painted with a tint of pink, and although his ears were covered, you could see how red they were. You smirked at how your touch could make such a cold man feel warm.

As you see Severus's eyes open slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated at the sight of you. You smiled at that observation, to which he sighed.

You felt it as you twirled and held each other that night; he was slowly falling for you, too.

-----(Dance Finished, Severus POV)

Severus was ready to run away from you after that dance. He couldn't stop his fucking heart technically running around his body right now. His pants also felt tight; he concluded that Minerva must have bought the wrong size.

When everyone scattered about, and the rock music came, he walked out to scavenge students loitering about. However, to his surprise, you followed him instead of going back to chat with Minerva.

"Professor Y/n, are you to follow me around tonight as well?" he grunts, annoyed that he cannot simply run away from you.

"Actually... The headmistress asked me to be on watch for loitering students tonight, Severus. I believe you are too?" as you walked past him, looking at him mischievously.

He looked over to Minerva, who was beaming at him. 'Fuck you,' he mouthed before sprinting to follow you out.

Minerva laughed at this (she was used to the banter; she loved Severus like a son anyway).

-----(Outside where the carriages were, Still Snape's POV)

Severus ran to a carriage and opened it wide open. A couple squealed as he pulled the male student out of the carriage and scolded him, removing twenty points from his house. On the other hand, you gently assisted the female student and kindly removed twenty points from her house.

They soon ran off, which left you and Severus out and about again.

Severus then scoffs as he closes the carriage door and walks to the next to see if students are in it. He was trying his best to avert his attention from you; he had just given you his robe when he saw you shivering earlier. He was paying too much attention to you than himself, so he didn't notice his fingers turning blue from the cold, but you did.

"Professor, might I suggest we rest in this scavenger hunt for a while?" you said as you opened an empty carriage and gestured in, "It is a bit tad cold tonight. I don't think they'd mind for us to shelter ourselves here for a while," as you entered the empty carriage and gestured him in.

Severus raised a brow and crossed his arms to his chest. It was cold; he finally felt his fingers. He questioned your intensions at first before his mind felt his fingers again, slowl, he walks towards the carriage and slouches in.

The carriage's interior was more spacious than he had expected. Plush red cushions lined the seats, while the ceiling and doors were intricately decorated with golden vine-like stems. The tinted dark windows were enchanted to keep the cold at bay, offering warmth and comfort. It was a clever combination of luxury and magic. (He could stand up and do jumping jacks if he could, that's how spacious it was.)

He sat across you, his knees slightly brushing against yours. He was relishing the feeling of this contact when you suddenly moved away. He looked at you with curiosity as he saw you remove your heels.

He noticed how red your feet were; you were wearing a six-inch stiletto, after all.

You hissed as you folded and flexed your toes. It looked like it hurt a lot. Worried, Severus leans forward and slowly places his hands above yours. Severus doesn't know what has gone to him. He couldn't bear the thought of your hurt. It was weird; he just hated you minutes ago.

"Let me," he says, slightly softer than usual, as he looks at you. His breath hitched once more as he saw your face; even in the dark, your face showed like starlight. You were just gorgeous, not sure if anyone had told you that, but if he weren't too proud he would.

You nodded as you let go of your feet. To which he softly touches with his cold hands. You hiss as he slowly massages it, finally sighing as the pain slowly disappears.

As he finished, he looked up to you once more to see that you were already looking at him, but with hooded eyes. He gulps at the way you looked at him. He felt his stomach turn as you placed your feet down and leaned closer to him.

His cheeks were probably the brightest shade of red right now. It probably didn't show as the carriage was a bit dark, but your lips must have felt it.

Then it hit him; you were kissing his cheeks. He froze even further at that, and as you slowly moved away and looked at him in his eyes, he felt his pants tighten once more.

"Thank you, Severus." he melted to your touch on his other cheek. Your thumb softly caresses it. He whimpered softly as your touch disappeared. Opening his eyes to see you removing his coat from your shoulder and resting it beside you.

In this, Severus again has a look at your dress. He didn't notice at first, but your top was a slanted-styled zipper up to your neck. A unique way to close a dress, he thought as he raised his brow.

"Want it off, Severus?" a question that made his shoulders jolt slightly. He just got caught looking at your chest. He didn't mean to. "What, no... I was just admiring your dress, that's all," he grunts way too fast for his painful throat to manage.

He coughed again, pained by the scar; darn, Nagini doesn't even get to kill him; now, he has to suffer this pain his whole life.

-----(Your POV)

Your smirk falters as he grasps his throat, clearly pained by the scar. Minerva had told you about the scar's history, which made you like Severus more.

Worried that you might have teased him too much this time, you lean forward once again as your warm hands wrap his throat. He looks up at you with dilated eyes again and sighs as if the pain is gone from the mere sight of you.

Your eyes flickered down his parted lips and back to his pleading eyes. There was no way you could stop yourself now.

"May I?" you asked with a tint of hesitance. Severus looks at you, shocked, but is melting once more as you caress his cheeks. You see him look at your lips as he bites his. "Yes," he whispers, a bit throaty.

With that, you lean forward slowly, feeling his breath on your lips, feeling your skin touch, sending a jolt of pleasure everywhere your body.

-----(Mixed POV)

Severus whimpers in between soft kisses. Your lips were as soft as they looked, and you tasted like that strawberry champagne you took.

In contrast, his lips were cold. A bit chapped from his thirst for you. You licked his lips to soften it a bit, to which he groaned softly. His hands traveled down both sides of your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Severus's breath hitched as you slowly entered your tongue to his as he groaned. Tightly holding your waist as you had his neck slightly choking him, not too tight to pain or block his airway but enough to make him forget about the bite.

As he savors the taste of your tongue on him, he pulls you closer as he feels both your bare legs on each side of his thighs. He didn't notice your skirt had a slit up to your knees on each side until now when he guided his hands down to it, gently moving his hands up and down it.

You feel Severus' hands on your calves, gently caressing them. He was moaning to your kisses, sloppy and deep. You then removed his white scarf, unbuttoned his vest, and threw it with his coat across the carriage where you last sat.

You then started to unbutton his polo but didn't remove it entirely; you just opened it slightly to draw circles slowly down his chest.

Severus bucks his hips at the stimulations you were ministering on him. He shakingly unzips your upper dress and is shocked to learn that you wore nothing as your chest bounces out of the dress, making his eyes widen.

You smiled between kisses at seeing Severus' mouth drool as you held his hands and guided them to massage your chest. He wasn't confident at first, but as you started to grind on him, his grip on it became more skilled as you two moaned at the moment.

You soon went down his chin, kissing and nibbling your way to his neck and scar. To which Severus shivers and moans. His moans were deep and husky, and his hold on you was getting tighter; it was sure to leave marks tomorrow morning, you thought.

As you bite his neck, Severus moans your name and tightly grips your waist through the slit of your dress. "Dont-ah~... Tease me like that..." he shivers as he bobs his head back to give you more access.

You smirk at this and slowly unbelt his slocks as he slowly tugs at your panties and kisses the crook of your neck, breathing heavily at your touches.

As you remove his belt and unzip his slocks, you slowly move your hand through his clothed cock as his hips buck slightly. "Y-y/n, please... Please stop... Teasing me..." he whimpers as he grabs your bare ass and squeezes it, which makes you jump and moan softly.

"You want in Sevy?" as you slowly place your hands in his boxers, to which he moans your name and closes his eyes with his head on the golden intricacies of the carriage.

You massage his stiff shaft, smirking at the size of him. He was bigger than you thought; his length was definitely longer than your fingers, and his grit was bigger than what it felt like earlier on the dance floor.

Severus moans a bit too loudly as he feels you spread his precum all over his tip with your thumb. Hips shuddering in pleasure as he nodded hazingly. Severus wanted to feel you and your warmth. He wanted to see if his dreams about you were accurate. His mind and hands were all over you right now. Trying to hold whatever it is you gave him.

"Please... Y/n... I want to feel you... Please," he whimpered as he brought his lips to your bare chest and licked circles on your nipples, making you arch your back slightly as you gripped his hair, pulling him closer with your other hand, busy placing circles on his tip, spreading his wet essence.

"But we'll need to talk," you said as you stood up to remove your black laced panties and place them together with Severus's vest.

Severus looked over the pile of clothes and back at you with lust-filled eyes. His breath was heavy as he waited for you to straddle him once more. It was for a brink moment, but he missed your weight on him.

But before you straddled him, you licked your hand and placed it on his now free shaft, twitching ever so slightly, making him hiss in the sudden cold temperature. You didn't mind this and spread your saliva all over him to lubricate him.

Severus's mind was in turmoil as your wet hands stimulated him further. He could have come to this only, but he stopped himself as he wanted to cum after you did.

"Talk about... Ah... About what?" he asks, looking at you with one eye, his mouth ajar.

"Our relationship," as you nodded, satisfied with how lubricated his cock looked. He was ready for you.

Severus's eyes shot open at your words but closed again when you straddled him and aligned yourself to his length—burying yourself to the brim slowly.

His dick twitched inside of you as you engulfed his size perfectly. "What... I... How..." he wanted to ask how they would talk with him in you, but you shushed him.

"I'll keep you in until you confess. I will not move," you whispered in his ears before licking it.

Severus moans at this. His grip on your waist tightens. 'Fuck fuck fuck' he thought as your pussy clenched on him. He could really cum with just this, and he was already going mad at how you licked and nibbled on his ear.

"Wha-what is there to confess..." he hissed as you bit the bottom of his ears. His mind was going blank with everything that was happening.

"I know you dream about me, Severus; Minerva has told me about your rants," Severus's mind was a mess; at this point, he didn't care what Minerva said; all he cared about was how he was going to keep himself from cumming. "Don't blame her, though... She just wants his baby boy happy" his dick twitches once again.

You felt his shaft twitch inside of you when you called him 'baby boy,' making you smirk. "You like it when I call you 'baby boy' Severus?" you asked coyly, to which he moaned, "Y-yes..." somewhat quite airy.

"Do you like me, Severus?" As you slowly moved your hips front and back, which made his tip tickled that spot in you, making you moan softly into his ear.

Severus' eyes fluttered shut at your movement, his hands gripping onto your moving hips as he groans. "I... I do..." he whispers, unable to speak as your movements speed up slightly faster.

That's what it took for you to move faster. You cast a silencing, lock, and steady spell onto the carriage and rocked your hips up and down his shaft. "Fuck," you moaned. "I knew you'd finally be mine," as you enveloped his neck with your arms and placed your face on the crook of his neck, becoming a moaning mess as his shaft touched your G-spot.

Severus doesn't even notice how you effortlessly cast the spells, his focus on how your insides were clutching on his shaft like a vice. Milking his very being like its life depended on it. "Y/n..." he moaned rather loudly as the sounds of squelching from your movement made him even hot and bothered.

His hands roughly caressed any skin he could touch from you as he became a moaning mess. "Y/n... I... I'm close..." he says between gritted teeth as he nuzzles your head, resting on his shoulders with his nose and inhaling your scent. Shit, he wasn't going to last long.

"It's ok, baby boy, I'm here. Come in me... you can come in me..." as you moved faster and harder. Opening your legs wider to have his shaft deeper into you. He bucks his hips at the sudden change of sensation and screams your name like a prayer.

You feel his liquid spilling out of you as you reach your orgasm with him. Making your insides squelch in his gushing shaft. It was not enough, though, "I... want more..." you say as beads of sweat ran to your skins.

Severus whimpers at this; he wasn't too sure if he could do one more round. "Please, Severus," you begged him as you placed soft kisses on his neck, which gave him the energy to swiftly lift you and turn you around, your face onto the red cushion across where you two sat.

He shakingly lifted your skirt to see your leaking cunt. His breath hitches, and his cock hardens back at the mere sight of it.

"I... I don't know if I can," he shakingly caresses your ass as he aligns himself as you lifted yourself back. "I know you can," as you pushed back to his shaft, to which his head lolls back, his grip back on your waist, and he whimpers and groans at the overstimulation. Your insides just felt too good to say no to.

As you moved relentlessly on him, he stood there behind you as you moved back and forth. His hands gripped your bundled skirt up your waist, pulling you slightly, guiding your rhythm as if asking you to move faster as his lips chant your name. He bent forward to trace kisses down your nape as he moaned praises to your ear.

"You feel too good, dear... too good," he whimpers as he feels your insides tighten on him again, making him hiss. "Oh... love, please come... please... I want to feel you again," He exclaims in his panting voice, forgetting the pain on his neck as he openly thrusts his hips forward, making you yelp in pleasure.

With that, you felt a sudden gush of white noise ringing your ear and arched your back as you reached your high once more. Severus wasn't too far behind as his thrust became sloppy and followed behind, releasing another batch of his seed deep in you as he cursed out your name in pleasure, digging his nail deep into your hips.

As both of you finally came down from your orgasms, you chuckled as he slowly removed his now soft cock out and whimpered at the sight of your cunt gushing the mix of his seed with your wet insides, clenching softly to nothing.

He slams his back to the cushion behind him as he accio'd a towel to clean you up. Sending shivers down your spine as he patted the cloth in your swollen cunt.

You spell the seed clean out of you and fix Severus up as he fixes your clothes. After minutes of fixing each other, you decided to sit on his lap and sigh on his shoulders.

"I guess we a thing now?" you asked as you placed circles on his now buttoned-up polo and vest. He sighed, "Yes, I suppose we are," as he picked a strand of your hair and tucked it in behind your ear, making you shiver with joy.

-----(After 5 minutes of resting, Severus's POV)

"We should get back to scavenging," you joked as Severus looked up at you, stopping his hands from softly caressing your hips. He nodded as you stood up, opened the carriage door, and jumped out.

Severus jumped behind, taking his coat from the carriage, and wore it before holding your shoulders and enveloping you in the coat. He felt like it was the right thing to do now that he was yours. He felt your head slowly planted onto his chest, and he sighed. He has never felt warm for a long time, and you on his chest sent butterflies in his stomach.

He kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly, afraid that this happiness might pass. It worried him that such a beautiful lady like you would even choose to be with him, but he soon forgot all these thoughts as you turned around, nuzzled your face deep in his chest, and murmured. "The Headmistress is here."

He looked up to see Minerva grinning from ear to ear at the sight of the two of you snuggling. He could also see how Professor Slughorn frowned as he handed Minerva galleons; he scoffed at this and kissed your forehead again, "It's alright, you know she knows anyways," as you chuckled on his chest.

Indeed, now he does know why faith has kept him alive.

Fly High Professor Minerva McGonagall

🕊️In honor of Maggie Smith🕊️

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Professor McGonagall walked through the empty hallways.

Wondering where the students had gone this fine morning.

As she walked through the halls to the great hall, she could hear the busy feets and hands of whoever were inside the great hall.

Curious, she opens the door to the great hall. Only to be suprised with a feast, in honor of her.

Today was her last day as headmistress in Hogwarts. She has been teaching here since she could remember.

"Headmistress!," one student exclaims suprised by her sudden appearance.

They were preparing a suprise for her. Neville Longbottom as the master to this idea.

"Well it's spoiled now... YOU WILL BE MISSED PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL!" Neville exclaimed as he held a banner that looked like it was supposed to be hung up the ceilings of the great hall.

Minerva couldn't hold her tears. She bawled, this was the best gift she could have gotten.

The students were suddenly worried that their preparation was so bad she cried, until she laughed.

"Oh! Goodness me," she sniffled her tears. "Thank you. Thank you everyone. Oh, I apologize for bursting in, Oh!" she laughed as she wiped her tears away.

Everyone joined together to give her a hug. Each one gave her a present of farewell, each one as thoughtful as the other.

She felt loved, cherishes, and remembered.

------

She then opened her eyes when she felt a tap on her shoulders.

"Minnie? Were going for a walk, you coming?" Severus says as he looks at Minerva with a smile.

Right, it was all a memory now. A lovely memory she will keep in her mind forever, even till death.

"Dumblebores coming?" she stretched as she sat up from her chair.

"Ofcourse, his always joining," Severus rolled his eyes as Minerva chuckled.

"Well, lead the way Severus" as he linked her arms to Severus's and they walked through the light, where everyone was waiting for her. Everyone she loved was waiting for her behind those veil.

And she was happy with that. She just hopes everyone is too.

"Thank you for the memories children. Class dismissed"

-----

Fly high Professor McGonagall. You will always be in our hearts.