Barley Lightfoot x Reader

The air was light and warm, the dawn just peeking ever so slightly over the horizon, and the birds were singing a sweet symphony into the sky. You puffed your chest out with confidence, your small hands gripping the straps of your little travel backpack as you made your way down the street of the suburbs. There was just barely enough light to see your surroundings this early in the morning, and you loved it, this was the time of day that held the most potential for the events throughout the day. The earlier you start, the more there is to do. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you ventured to your boyfriend's house.

"Today's the day," you whispered with strong confidence.

Barley laid sprawled out in his bed, which was just as much a mess as the rest of his room, snoring loud enough for you to hear through the closed window. You giggled to yourself, and slid the window open. You quieltly slipped into the room and approached the sleeping man-child-elf.... thing?
Boyfriend. We'll stick with boyfriend.

"Baaarleeeyy," you whispered sweetly, giving three gentle pokes to his chubby midsection, causing the large elf to startle, scrambling into an upright position and scanning the room, bug-eyed. You let out a belly laugh. Barley's alarmed expression melted into a smirk when he saw you.

"Ah, lady (y/n), I see you've found your own entrance today," he joked in his dramatic quest-voice.

"Well, you didn't answer my texts," you replied with a similar smirk, holding up your phone and shaking it, "and I wasn't gonna wake your mom up just cuz you couldn't stick to the schedule."

"Babe, it's like 6 AM," Barley said with a chuckled. You let out a dramatic groan.

"But you know how excited I am about this!" you whined, bobbing your knees like a hyper child. Barley chuckled and kicked his legs over the side of the bed.

"Well I won't be going anywhere without my hug," he declared, holding his arms out wide. You laughed and eagerly hopped into his embrace. Barley wrapped his arms around your small figure and cradeled you for a moment, before peppering your face with kisses. You giggled and squirmed in his arms.

"Barley, stop, that tickles!" you cried.

Barley laughed almost dramatically. "You think that's bad? I'll give you something to laugh about, little-miss-ticklish!" he bellowed, tossing you into the bed and tickling your sides. You laughed and squirmed about, pushing the playful man away.

"Baaabe, don't make me use all my energy before the day even starts!" you whine through your giggles. He pulled away, and surrendered his hands.

"Alright, alright, you have my mercy, but only because I reaaaaally really really wanna see what you can do!"

After he got dressed, you and Barley quietly made your way down the stairs and out the front door. You and Barley hopped into his van, and Barley started it up. He then turned to you with a giddy expression on his face.

"Okay lemmeseeitlemmeseeit!!!" he said excitedly. You giggled and pulled the small wooden wand out of your backpack.
After Ian Lightfoot started the reintroduction of magic to the world, it became popular for people to research what kind of magic their ancestors practiced. You had put it off for a while, until you met Barley, who was baffled to hear you never even tried looking into your family's magic history, and soon pushed you to do so. You discovered that your great-great-great grandma practiced wiccan magic. She could cast spells the same way Ian could, however, very little was known about wiccan magic during this time period, other than that a spell created by one witch could not be shared by another. A witch must create all of her own spells, and no other magic user could ever repeat them after her. This made learning to use wiccan magic very difficult in the modern era. It was much easier with wizards, considering they could just use the same spells over and over, generation after generation. It was all the same tricks and techniques to mastering it, to be a witch was a much harder task. Unfortunetly, that's what your bloodline got stuck with. Your grandmother was not able to master the magic, and she tried her best to teach your mother, but your mother gave up quickly, not having the confidence to teach herself, or you. She never even mentioned your tie to wiccan magic to you. But Barley was really passionate about seeing you at least make an attemt, and something about the way he spoke about it sparked confidence in you. Actually, the way he spoke was also the reason you fell in love with him.