#barnaby lee x reader

[temis-de-leon]

I just really need to know if there's ANY good x reader fanfics about THE Barnaby Lee. My man treats you like a god/dess and everyone ignores that? Sure, Talbot and Penny are hot, but BARNABY???

[writing-fanics]

since the beyond hogwarts expansion came out for Hogwarts Mystery, I might write some fanfics for Barnaby I honestly wonder if they’ll add in something about marriage into that honestly

and watching that kid attend hogwarts

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Magical Christmas # 8

Barnaby Lee

"Where are we going?" Barnaby asks. You pull him down the corridor. There is no one to stop you. Most of the other students have gone home for Christmas.

You pace thrice in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Barnaby looks at you, utterly nonplussed.

But the door opens. You pull your boyfriend inside the room that just appeared to you.

The room of Requirement has provided you with a beautifully decorated tree, a few small gifts and of course Mistletoe.

You grin and pull Barnaby close by his tie. "Happy Christmas, babe." You cooe. Barnaby smirks down on you. "Happy Christmas." He whispers. He is the one to close the last bit of distance, to kiss you fervently.

[unknowncountrygirl]

Interment: Ch. 4 Dark Artifacts

Iris had a hard time falling asleep, tossing and turning until she was able to fall asleep, only to be woke with a start. There was clattering, banging, sizzling, and she swore a freaking bomb had went off.

“Barnaby!” She shrieked, throwing the blankets off her, jumped out of bed and flew to the door. She grabbed her wand, and as she ran conjured a protection spell over the house, thinking someone was breaking in. She could see light flickering and another loud bang. “Barnaby!” She yelled again, sprinting down the hallway to the staircase, taking them two at a time. When her feet hit the wooden floors on the bottom floor she stopped in her tracks.

He was standing in the front room, his bare back facing her, pieces of objects obliterated all around him on the floor, on bookshelves, the fireplace mantle, hardly anything was left.

He flicked his wand and without a word destroyed another item that had been sitting on the table in front of the couch. It shattered with a loud pop, and the little shattered pieces fell to the floor. He then turned his attention to, from her position, what looked like a portrait and slammed his fist against it, shattering the glass with a yell before yanking it off the wall and flung it across the room, then blasted it with another nonverbal spell in mid air.

Iris had never seen Barnaby angry before. Irritated, mildly put off, but never angry and she hoped it would continue to be a rare occurrence as he was absolutely terrifying. He was, and had always been, all muscle and brute strength that wasn't intimidating because of his sweet and mild soul. That muscle and strength was exceptionally evident at the moment, he was in nothing but his pajama pants, his muscles tight under his skin, and veins running and protruding in his arms.

Had Iris not been so completely stunned by his behavior, she would have been able to appreciate all the skin she had never seen before. But she didn't. She took a tentative step forward, like the way one approach a frightened animal and called out his name again,

“Barnaby?”

He twisted around and locked eyes with her, and she immediately saw regret and shock cross his facial features.

“Iris! I-I thought you were asleep.” He admitted nervously, looking around at the mess he had made.

“I heard a crash, I was worried about you.” She told him, approaching him in the room.

“No, wait!” He held out a hand, causing her to stop mid step towards him. Iris felt her stomach lurch, the fear that he was rejecting her company seizing her brain. Barnaby stepped over the broken objects to her and placed his hands under her arms, lifting her up so her feet wouldn't touch the ground, and walked her out of the room. “There's broken glass, I don't want you to get it in your feet.” He told her as he walked them out of the front room and into the kitchen before sitting her down.

Iris was filled with immense fondness for him in that moment, well even more then she normally felt for him.

“Thank you, that was very thoughtful.” She smiled at him. “But you're barefoot too.” She pointed out.

“Well, my feet aren't delicate.” He told her. She was about to tell him her feet weren't delicate, but it was a sweet gesture on his part nonetheless. His hands had lowered to her waist and he simply held her there for a moment, not making eye contact with her.

“Barnaby... What can I do for you?” She asked, knowing he needed something, some sort of comfort. She hoped he would open up to her, he had always been the most open with his feelings both in friendship and their more romantic moments they had shared. His hands moved from her waist, and wrapped around her, holding her tightly in a hug. Iris wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let out a deep breath, she was going to stand there and let him hold onto her as long as he needed.

He was always more physical then anyone else, both in the way he looked and carried himself to the fact that his love language was that of physical touch, she had noticed that very early on even before they had went to the Celestial ball together all those years ago.

He enjoyed touch, weather that was something simple as sitting close enough that their thighs or shoulders touched, hugging, holding hands, or things more in the romantic nature. He never went to try and grope her during their more vigorous snogging sessions, he would touch her face, her shoulders, arms, knees, just content in being close with another person.

It dawned on her that it was more then likely because he never received any sort of touch when he was a child and was making up for it.

“Would...” He choked out and she could hear his throat was tight, “would you sleep with me?” Iris made a face and was grateful he didn't see it because it was a mix of shock and did I hear that right. This was not how he was actually asking for her to sleep with him, was it? I mean, she wouldn't put it past him to be that blunt and honest about it, because that was just Barnaby's way. Her mind was trying to wrap around what he had just said, but he finished his thought. “I just, I don't want to be alone, not in this house.” She wanted to slap herself. He wasn't asking her to have sex with him, he literally meant sleep as in the most innocent form of it, lay in bed, close their eyes, wake up in the morning. Something that was classic Barnaby.

“Sure, of course.” She nodded against his shoulder. She felt him relax under her hands as he let her go a little, just enough to look down at her. His eyes were bloodshot, but not like he had been crying, more like a man tormented. “Come on,” she moved and grabbed one of his hands to lead him upstairs. They passed by the demolished front room and she felt Barnaby stop. “It's ok, we can handle that in the morning.” She promised him.    

They made their way up the stairs, and into the room. Iris pulled the blankets down and climbed into the rather plush bed, while he crawled in right next to her, wrapping one of his large arms around her ribcage and pulled her close to him like a child would a teddy bear.

He gripped her shirt in his fist, and Iris thought vaguely that the way he was clinging to her was less about comfort, and more about protection. That thought made Iris feel a bit uncomfortable as to what exactly it was about this house, or the Lee Manor itself that made Barnaby feel so edgy.

She knew bits and pieces that he had told her over the years which was enough for her to feel that he had every right to hate the place, but what would make him feel so-

Her thoughts were cut off by loud snoring, and she looked at Barnaby's face, which was buried in a pillow and mouth wide open. Iris smiled fondly at him, and slowly adjusted herself to get comfortable enough to get some sleep. However he felt, she wouldn't understand without him explaining it to her, but she felt safe in his company.

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There was loud banging on the front door first thing in the morning, Iris opened her eyes, wrapping her foggy brain around what was going on while Barnaby pulled his arms from her, sat up, ran a hand over his face and through his hair, before he got up out of the bed.

“What time is it?” She asked groggily, looking to the clock on the side table, only to realize that it had stopped working a long time ago. Barnaby opened the door and made his way downstairs.

“The one time we could really sleep in.” He muttered.

She heard him walk down the squeaky stairs and open the front door. There were two voices she didn't know, so Iris decided to get up and join him downstairs. Then she heard shouting and she remembered that they had left the front room the way it was last night after Barnaby had decided to destroy all the dark artifacts in the house. Iris had never so quickly thrown on a robe and slippers as she had in that moment and ran down to Barnaby's side.

“These were family artifacts that you destroyed!” She heard someone yell as she arrived at the top of the stairs.

“They were Dark Artifacts!” Barnaby argued with whoever was downstairs.

“You had no right-”

“I have the only right! With dad gone, I'm the last true Lee, and if I want to destroy them I bloody well will!”

Iris nearly grabbed her chest at hearing Barnaby talk in such a way. She swore, most of their friends did, but not Barnaby. This place was very quickly effecting him, and she was not so keen on it.

“You could have asked us if any of us wanted them-”

“You're lucky I didn't turn them over to the Ministry, and let them do as they pleased, Vernon!”

“Fine Lee you are, nothing but a bloody-” Iris arrived at the bottom of the steps and saw two men with Barnaby that looked eerily like him, only they were not nearly as broad in the shoulders and they're eyes were as dark as could be. “Who the hell is that?”

Barnaby turned around and saw Iris standing wide eyed at the bottom of the stairs before he turned around and pointed a finger at the other man.

“Her name is Iris, and you best not talk to her like that.”

“Ah, Iris.” The other practically purred, rubbing his hands together, “may I say you look just absolutely delicious.”

Iris had never been so disgusted by a compliment, and that's coming from someone who had been flirted with relentlessly by Diego.

“Cyrus.” Barnaby grabbed a fistful of his shirt and shoved him backwards. “Leave her alone. In fact, don't even look at her.”

“Who is she Barn? Your little girlfriend?” Cyrus snickered. “Find yourself someone at Hogwarts did ya?”

“Don't be stupid, Cyrus, Barnaby is too daft to have a girlfriend. Now perhaps a paid date, that seems more realistic. What did you do Barn? Go directly to Knockturn Alley after your Dad died?”

Iris noted that Barnaby's fists were both clenched and the muscles in his back were straining from the tension knotted in them.  

“Iris.” She heard him say her name without so much as looking at her, “go back upstairs.” There was a tone in his voice she had never heard and she felt her feet leading her back up the stairs without protest.

Cyrus and Vernon. She would have to ask who they were and why they thought they were owed anything from the Lee estate. She had expected to hear some sort of jinx, or the sounds of a duel but what she heard puzzled her for a moment.

There was yelling, shouting that she couldn't really understand, swearing every curse word known to the human race, and then the sounds of thudding. It clicked in her head what was happening. Someone was getting the ever loving crap beat out of them.

There was all sort of ruckus and she finally heard the front door open and slam.

“Barnaby!” She called, quickly taking the stairs again to see what had happened. Barnaby was sitting on the table in front of the sofa with bloodied knuckles and a split lip. She padded over to him, and picked up one of his still curled fists, then reached into the pocket of her robe to pull out her wand. “Episkey.” She stated simply and watched as the broken skin stitched back together, leaving behind a mild amount of blood. She looked to his face as she grabbed the other hand and did the same, his eyes never looking up from the floor.

Iris cupped his chin in her hand and turned his face up towards hers, not getting much resistance. His eye was already starting to turn purple and swell. They may have got two good hits on him, but judging by his hands, they had had the brunt of the fight. He was an excellent dueller, with a wand or fist.

“I'm not daft.” He told her, as though he thought he had to defend himself. Iris finished her spells, mending his broken lip and the swelling of his eye, it may have to stay purple for now.

“Of course you're not!” Iris exclaimed. “There is no one that knows more about Magical creatures and veterinary practices for them as you do! Not even Charlie, he just knows Dragons, you are educated on so many more.” She ran her fingers through his hair, still unkempt and messy from the rough nights sleep he had, trying to get it out of his eyes.

“I hit them.”

“I can tell.” Iris affirmed, noting the blood splatter still on his hands. “I don't know who they are but-”

“They're my cousins. My dad's sisters kids.” He filled her in on more of his family tree. “I honestly should have waited for the will reading tomorrow to destroy anything, in case he left anything to them. I just... I was so angry when I saw it all here, just looking like everyday brick-a-brack one would keep in a guest cottage!” Barnaby exclaimed. “I just, I've always hated it, always hated being known as a Death Eaters kid, and seeing what happened to my family and people that were suppose to care about me during the war.” She understood then, and nodded. “I'm not daft.” He reiterated.

“I know that.”

“Do you?” He questioned looking up at her and finally meeting her gaze. “Is that why... Why we haven't...” He trailed off and Iris suddenly felt immense guilt.

They had been on quite a few dates, forth year he had asked her to the Celestial ball, then there had been the Valentines day event that had ended with them chatting in the greenhouse that he had enchanted to be one of the most romantic situations one could find themselves in, and she had asked him on a date.

Then fifth year, while a disaster in many aspects, had been wonderful. She had stopped Ismelda from giving him a love potion, for selfish reasons, but it had worked out as he felt the same for her. They had been co-stars in Flitwicks dumpster fire of a play, but Barnaby had came to the rescue and made it something special for Flitwick as well as her, and made sure they were able to act out the final proclamation of love scene and given her a bouquet of roses that he had enchanted to last.

Then again, they had spent Valentines together and while she had tried her best to make it something wonderful for Pince and Filch, Barnaby had made sure that Iris had a night to remember and had worked with Pince and Dumbledore! Who on earth could work with Pince?!

They had also been voted the Festival Queen and King during the spring fest, and Barnaby had announced happily that he was her date, AND had convinced Murphy to announce it to the entire school.

She had thought by not “labeling” their relationship that she could save him from being hurt. She was on the Quidditch team, Head Girl in Honor of Rowan, working at the ministry, still tracking R, working on her final projects for school, being a member of the Sphinx, Hippogriff, and dragon club, her Newts, and also juggling the possibility of there being yet another cursed vault. She was afraid that if she and Barnaby became an “official” couple, that if she had to put anything before him that he would feel rejected or unwanted, which was the last thing she had wanted. What she had looked past was what Barnaby had wanted.

Barnaby wasn't the daft one. It was Iris.

“Oh, Barnaby... I'm so sorry.” She started and he looked at her like a frightened animal. “No, no, I'm not-” She placed a hand over her face, feeling a blush creep up her neck as she fumble for the words. “You're not daft, I am.”

“Huh?”

“I thought by not formally making this,” she gestured between the two of them. “us, a actual labeled relationship, that I was somehow sparing your feelings... When it seems like all I've done is hurt them. That's what I'm apologizing for.”

“So you still fancy me?” He asked, his bright green eyes starring into her soul.

“Barnaby, I adore you. There's never been anyone else that holds such a special part of my heart the way you do. It has only ever been you” Iris assured him. Barnaby stood up from where he was sitting and raised his hands to her neck, cradling her in his hands, and true his his real nature, touched her gently. She almost melted at his caress, sweet and simple as it may have been.

“I don't care if I'm not your top priority all the time. If the cursed Vaults, and R, and school have to come first over time with me I can accept that if I know that you're with me.” He told her. “I just need to know that, we're in our last year, soon most of what takes your time won't be a priority.”

It was true, she had never really thought just how quickly their time at Hogwarts was coming to an end. She almost wanted to laugh, because she had looked over that fact.

“You're right.” She smiled, “I haven't really thought about our time at Hogwarts coming to an end, it's almost like we will be there forever.”

“We won't, we just have a few more months then we can go and do what we want!” Barnaby exuberantly told her, his eyes lighting up at the thought. “You name it, we could go to Dragon Races, or Quidditch games, travel and study Magical Creatures and Plants!” He was smiling for the first time in days talking about the future that they could share together.

“That sounds lovely.” She assured him. He bent down and gave her a kiss. It was different from the ones that they had shared before, and even during the more physical times that they had shared. This one had a finality to it, as though it was a seal upon a letter that they had both signed.

[rosaliepostsstuff]

Hi, hi! I'm very new to your blog. Someone I follow reblogged your celebration post which looks fun and after checking out your stuff oh my gosh idk how I wasn't following you before. If it's cool with you could I please get:

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Also 💡with Barnaby Lee where Reader is a friend and agrees to help him study and said something like "okay, it's a date" and he takes it to mean a date date so it's just kinda him being nervous bc he likes the reader and shows up to the studying session ready for a real date? And ugh idk just lots of fluff. But feel free to ignore!

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Hi, dear! I'm delighted to welcome you here and I'm so happy that you liked the content of my blog, that's so nice to hear!

for the fun fact 🤙 - you know how most people hate hearing their voice on recordings and feel uncomfortable in a way they can't describe? I'm like the opposite, it sounds better than it does in my head

and the headcanons! 💡

Barnaby and the great misunderstanding

Taking advantage of one of the few days a year Hogwarts got good weather, the two of you made an agreement to meet at the outside tables on the cobbled courtyard

it was a Friday afternoon and you didn't bother changing out of your uniform for the study session

when you arrived, Barnaby was already waiting at one of the tables

you thought your eyes were deceiving you, at first

he was wearing a nice shirt tucked into a pair of smart trousers and on the table in front of him

flowers?

when you approached him, he stood up abruptly

saying hi, he leaned in to kiss your cheek and in your state of shock, you leaned away

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to... I thought that's what you do, on dates, I mean..." "Dates?" you repeated in disbelief. "Yeah, you said 'it's a date, then', didn't you? I was surprised, but also grateful..."

And then it hit you

You immediately felt hot, that meant the whole time Barnaby thought you had asked him out, and in such a weird way

You felt bad, you knew he'd be embarrassed, but you had to tell him the truth

Both of you felt equally awkward

After a few minutes of silence, you decided you weren't gonna get any studying done anyway

So you gathered up your courage and suggested the two of you going on a date after all, but a fun one

So you went to the spot where Care of Magical Creatures classes were held, to lift Barnaby's mood a bit

You had a great time playing with Kettleburn's crup pups, puffskeins and various other creatures

Seeing Barnaby in this environment filled your stomach with butterflies

And when you said goodbye that evening, you planted a kiss on his cheek, suggesting you should definitely go on another date soon

[lara-kaminari]

Help me, I´m trapped in a Hogwarts Mystery fanfic (3)

You know, fanfic +18 and everything

Chapter 3:

—Es muy grande... — Apoyó sus manos a los lados de la cabeza de Bill, se mordió el labio al sentir como su miembro entraba lentamente dentro de ella. No sabía en dónde estaban y poco le importaba, todo era oscuro, sus cuerpos estaban envueltos en un espacio negro tan vacío; inclinó su pecho un poco más hacia él mientras intentaba acostumbrarse a la nueva sensación que la estaba atravesando. Una de las manos de su amante bajó hasta su clítoris, masajeándolo lentamente en círculos; su cuerpo le ordenaba que se moviera, era un instinto salvaje y desconocido que ahora la controlaba. La boca de William se cerró atrapando uno de sus pezones, se mordió el labio con una sonrisa. — ¿Siempre eres tan travieso?

Sintió que otras manos diferentes acariciaban su trasero, ¿acaso no estaba sola en esa inusual fantasía? Volteó su cabeza para encontrarse con el rostro pecoso de Charlie Weasley, no encontraba explicación a su repentina aparición la cual dejó de tener importancia en cuanto sintió como frotaba su pene en su segundo agujero, un cosquilleo de nervios recorrió su columna vertebral. Le gustaba, no estaba temerosa ante lo que se avecinaba; le dio una mirada afirmativa, necesitaba sentirlos a los dos.

—Tranquila, seré amable. — Le dijo con una sonrisa que no pudo resistir, se entregó sin dudar a ambos hermanos. Mordió el labio inferior del mayor de los Weasley para relajarse, no era fácil tenerlos a ambos en distintos agujeros; soltó un gemido obsceno cuando los sintió moverse dentro de ella, era mejor de lo que podría haber imaginado. Se dejó llevar por el placer, no necesitaba pensar más, apenas atinaba a pronunciar sus nombres entre tantos jadeos de éxtasis.

Otra presencia, ¿quién era esta vez? Levantó su mirada para encontrarse con los ojos verdes de Barnaby Lee, él extendió la longitud de su miembro directamente hacia su rostro; sonrió complacida, sabía perfectamente lo que debía hacer y no perdería su oportunidad. Abrió la boca para recibirlo, las penetraciones de sus compañeros le sirvieron bastante bien para mover su cabeza y succionar lo mejor que podía.

—Sólo no vayas a despertar justo ahora. — Le susurró Barnaby.

—¿Despertar?

Saltó de la cama completamente exaltada, aún era temprano y sus compañeras de habitación no estaban despiertas. Se palmeó varias veces el rostro, ella no había soñado eso por su cuenta ¿o sí? Podría ser una invención tonta de “El Autor” para influenciarla. Sí, eso tenía que ser. La sola posibilidad de que hubiese soñado... Con ellos... Sólo se trató de una pesadilla por el estrés que le ocasionaba vivir de esa manera, definitivamente no buscaba nada con esos chicos ¡Y menos de esa forma!

Aprovechó el tiempo para ir al baño de prefectos, no hablaría con Duncan pero llevaría a cabo el plan que la anterior noche terminó planificando con rigurosa meticulosidad. Suspiró, perder la virginidad; nunca se lo había planteado con seriedad, quizás porque esperaba que eso llevase su tiempo. Los hombres eran idiotas, engreídos y presumidos, ¿por qué querría tener sexo con alguno de ellos? ¿Por qué siquiera querría tener sexo con alguien? Las personas en general estaban hechas para lastimar y herir sentimientos, cada día veía con sus propios ojos como varios estudiantes terminaban con el corazón roto o suprimiendo sus sentimientos hasta que reventaban.

No, eso no era para ella.

Se metió en la enorme tina del baño de prefectos, la espuma era suficiente para no poder ver lo que intentaba hacer. Tomó aire varias veces, quizás su plan no estaba tan meticulosamente planeado como pensaba; bajó su mano con algo de temor, sus dedos tantearon lo que podría ser un agujero, era evidente que el mundo mágico no se especializaba en educación sexual. Comenzó a arrepentirse de su idea, ¿eran sus nervios traicionándola o masturbarse siempre se sentía tan desagradable? Logró introducir el primer dedo, bien ¿Y ahora qué? ¿Tenía que moverlo o...? Tal vez debería usar dos dedos...

Una voz habló detrás de ella, sacándole un grito de terror.

—¿Qué haces? — Preguntó Duncan.

—¿¡No ves que estoy ocupada!? — Su amigo fantasma le dio la espalda, pero no se marchó. — En serio necesito que te largues.

—Te estoy dando la espalda, necesito hablar contigo.

—¿No puede esperar? — Preguntó avergonzada.

—Sólo sal de ahí y espérame, volveré en cinco minutos. — Atravesó volando la puerta, dándole algo de privacidad. Dedujo que querría regañarla por su mala decisión, ¿qué más daba? Aprovechó el poco tiempo para empujar más profundo, cuando sacó sus dedos notó que un poco de sangre había quedado en ellos ¡Al fin los vientos soplaban a su favor! Se puso una bata de baño para esperar al fantasma, definitivamente se sentía más tranquila ahora que esa pesadilla terminó.

Estaba sentada con los tobillos en el agua cuando su amigo apareció con plumas, un caballete y varios pergaminos. Preparó una especie de presentación, enderezó su espalda y aclaró su garganta para comenzar a hablar.

—En vista de que eres un maldito desastre testarudo, te voy a dar una clase sobre novelas románticas. — Anunció con una sonrisa orgullosa.

—¿Cómo sabes tanto de esto?

—Cuando eres un fantasma sueles aburrirte más de lo que esperas, hay que llenar el vacío del anochecer con algo entretenido. En fin, vayamos al punto: ¿A qué nos enfrentamos?

MC levantó la mano como si estuviera en clase, Duncan fingió decidir que buscaba a otros “estudiantes” para que respondieran la pregunta, después de divertirse un rato la dejó responder.

—A mi posible suicidio si esto no acaba. — Anunció ella con mirada sombría.

—No seas tan exagerada, ¡tienes suerte! Ahora vives una aventura impredecible todos los días, incluso puedes escoger entre todos los chicos y chicas de Hogwarts para tirártelos.

—Cada segundo que paso contigo es tiempo que pierdo en encontrar al autor. — Comentó echándole una mala mirada; ¿por qué se enfocaba en el sexo? No quería entrar a una zona de la que no sabía si volvería con vida.

—De acuerdo, iremos al grano. La historia está avanzando rápido, y está explorando situaciones comunes, ¿te pasó algo más que deba saber? — Frunció el ceño ante la pregunta; evitó mirarlo al recordar el sueño que tuvo esa mañana, y eso que todavía no le comentaba lo ocurrido con Félix en el salón. — Necesito que me lo digas, recuerda que soy el experto.

—Quizás tuve un acercamiento indecoroso con un profesor y soñé que tenía un trío. — Contestó entre dientes.

—No te escuché bien, ¿podrías repetirlo? — Dijo divertido.

—Muérete.

—Auch. — Fingió ofenderse, puso una mano sobre su pecho para un efecto dramático. — Prosigamos, es obvio que estás metida en un lío amoroso; es posible que esta historia sea de amor/odio o el clásico “eres mi mejor amigo y me he enamorado de ti”. Sea como sea, si “El Autor” te sigue controlando, no dudará en involucrarte con alguien a pesar de que no lo quieras.

—¿Cuál es la solución?

—Enamorarte. — Respondió con simpleza. — Las historias siempre acaban con un final feliz, dos almas solitarias se encuentran para jurarse amor eterno.

—No me quiero enamorar. — Protestó. — Nada de eso va conmigo.

—¿Por qué lo dices? No creo que sea tan malo abrirte al cariño de otro ser humano.

—¿Sabes lo que me pasó la última vez que tuve esperanzas en el amor? — Su amigo negó con la cabeza. — Me humillaron, un chico me llevó a un lugar privado porque quería hablar conmigo sobre algo importante. Fue en tercer año, yo era una niña tonta que creía que alguien mayor se había enamorado de mí; llegué allí, pero él no estaba solo. En resumidas cuentas, me tomaron fotos a la fuerza y luego se las repartieron como si fuera mercancía. Fui un puto producto para ellos, y no les importó cuando grité o lloré.

—Lamento que hayas pasado por algo así, de verdad. Pero no por eso deberías dejar que esa experiencia domine tu vida, mereces encontrar a alguien que te ame y te proteja.

—No necesito que alguien me ame o me cuide. — Comenzó a llorar, le afectaba profundamente tener que recordar lo ocurrido hace dos años. — ¿No lo entiendes? Yo no quiero un romance, o una novela de acción salvaje. Estoy bien como estoy, ¿y qué si no quiero amar? ¿o si ni siquiera me amo a mi misma? ¿Tienes idea de lo difícil que fue vivir así? Nadie debería pasar por eso, era una niña.

—No es justo... — murmuró Duncan para sí mismo. — No es justo.

—Gracias por tu ayuda, Duncan. Pero si tu única solución es que me enamore, tendré que buscar otras opciones. — Se levantó y se marchó cabizbaja, una vez fuera del pasillo se dejó consumir nuevamente por las lágrimas. Estaba furiosa, ¿por qué no podía superarlo de una vez? Cada día era una luchar por reprimir esos recuerdos tormentosos; caminó hacia su Sala Común mientras se limpiaba los restos de llanto que quedaron en su rostro. Ya ni siquiera se molestaba en cambiarse, sabía que “El Autor” le cambiaría su atuendo en cuanto cruzara la puerta para ir a clases, tomó un par de libros y se preparó para el cambio.

—Veamos que nos traes hoy. — Usó su varita para crear un espejo de cuerpo completo frente a ella, dio un par de vueltas para examinar el conjunto. Revelador, provocativo y ningún profesor la castigaría a pesar de la violación a las normas. — Podría ser peor.

La falda a cuadros negra y azul, camisa anudada a la altura del ombligo, las medias de red y unos lentes de sol en la cabeza ¿Para qué? Rara vez estaba en el exterior. Caminó con una peculiar lentitud hacia su clase, a medio camino se detuvo y decidió que -debido a la falta de reglas- se quedaría en el patio. Preparó un puesto con materiales que robó de la cabaña de Hagrid, parecido a esos negocios de limonada que hacían los niños muggles, creó un enorme cartel y esperó.

“Busco pretendientes”, rezaba el anuncio.

El primero en aparecer fue Jae Kim, con una bolsa que cargaba tras su espalda y que se veía muy sospechosa. Le dirigió una mirada levantando su ceja con interés, él sonrió sabiendo que no tenía escapatoria y se acercó a ella, sentándose en el pequeño banco de madera que MC construyó.

—¿Qué estás haciendo? —Preguntó el chico.

—Buena estrategia, me preguntas primero para que no tenga que cuestionar esa bolsa que cargas.

—Ya me conoces. — Respondió guiñándole un ojo. — ¿Para qué buscas los pretendientes?

—Estoy buscando al amor de mi vida o algo así. Antes de lanzarme al vacío quiero analizar e investigar mis posibles opciones. — Confesó sin rodeos.

—¿Y por qué tienes ese interés tan de repente?

—¿Prometes no reírte?

—Soy hombre de palabra. — Prometió mientras alzaba su mano en forma solemne.

— Un ser invisible controla lo que hago y manipula las vidas de todos en este colegio, si no lo detengo me obligará a enamorarme para tener sexo porque eso es lo que hacen las parejas felices en las historias de amor perfectas.

—Carajo, no debí darte drogas.

—Sabía que no funcionaría. — Contestó con expresión cansada, pasó una mano sobre su rostro con hartazgo. — Por suerte esta es mi historia y voy a manejarla como yo quiera, ¿tienes drogas?

—¿Volverás a amenazarme o a besarme si no te las doy? A veces das un poco de miedo.

Un pequeño foco de luz se encendió en su interior, tomó un rollo de pergamino y escribió “Jae Kim”; se inclinó sobre su improvisada mesa de madera con una sonrisa siniestra. Pasó la punta de la suave pluma por su rostro mientras pensaba en sus preguntas, notó que su amigo sabía lo que estaba tramando.

—Cuéntame, ¿qué te gusta hacer en tus tiempos libres? — Preguntó sin despegar su mirada de él.

—Oh, me encantan las largas caminatas por la playa en el atardecer. — Bromeó a sabiendas de lo que intentaba hacer. — En especial cuando estoy siendo perseguido por magos tenebrosos que me piden su dinero de vuelta. En mi humilde opinión, sus amenazas de muerte pueden resultar en un escenario muy romántico.

—¿Podrías describirte en tres palabras?

—Gryffindor, coreano, guapo. Por un par de monedas podría decirte más, como que soy una persona con la que vale la pena estar.

Se mordió el labio para reprimir una carcajada, de igual manera anotó sus respuestas en el pergamino con una bella letra cursiva. Decidió jugar un poco con él, sólo para volver más interesante el asunto.

—¿Te gusta alguien?

—Claro que no, el amor no entra en mi negocio. — Se cruzó de brazos con una actitud ganadora, ella negó con la cabeza.

—¿Te consideras una persona inteligente, Jae?

—Por supuesto, mi inteligencia está por encima del promedio. No es por presumir, lamentablemente nací con demasiados dotes y la gente me envidia, debe ser por eso que las chicas me consideran un buen partido.

—Entonces dime, si no estás enamorado de nadie y eres tan inteligente como dices ¿Por qué respondes mis preguntas con tanto interés? Te recuerdo que esta es una entrevista para buscar un novio. — Las mejillas del chico gryffindor se tornaron tan rojas como sus zapatos, tartamudeó varias veces y sin lograr conjurar una frase completa.

—Simplemente... En realidad... Yo pasaba por aquí y tu comenzaste con las preguntas, eso es obvio ¿no? —Intentó decir para excusarse. Su cara era todo un poema, tuvo un poco de pena así que se aguantó las ganas de reír en su propia cara, claro que sonrisa maliciosa seguía allí. — Creo que mejor me voy a dejar mi bolsa para nada sospechosa, quizás te vea luego.

—¡Envíame una lechuza cuando quieras caminar por la playa al atardecer! — Exclamó con gracia, a lo lejos Jae levantó su dedo del medio y se lo ofreció con una sonrisa.

Más estudiantes llegaron al Patio, supuso que varios terminaron sus clases; frunció los labios mientras aguardaba a su siguiente candidato, se concentró en escribir las aptitudes fundamentales de los ya conocidos.

“William Weasley:

Pros: Es una agradable persona, es como mi hermano mayor, le tengo mucha confianza, siempre está cuidándome.

Contras: Es el hermano de mi amigo, es mayor que yo, definitivamente puede conseguir a alguien mejor.”

“Charlie Weasey:

Pros: Es un pequeño rollo de canela, es adorable, y nadie que trate mal a los animales puede ser una mala persona.

Contras: ¿Realmente le intereso? Hasta hace unos días creí que su único interés eran los dragones, no confío en sus sentimientos de dudosa procedencia.”

Tamborileó sus dedos en la madera para posteriormente comenzar a rasquetear la superficie, ese desgraciado sueño seguía en su cabeza y se negaba a creer que algo así podría haber sido invención suya. Obviamente había tenido sueños eróticos, pero no de esa manera ¡Y no con ellos! Maldito “Autor”, era un genio del mal, peor que cualquier mago tenebroso y más difícil de enfrentar que una bóveda maldita.

“Barnaby Lee:

Pros: Realmente es divertido estar con él, alguien así de inocente no puede ser malo, huele a ropa limpia y a un toque de sándalo.

Contras: Tengo mis dudas sobre qué clase de conversaciones profundas podría tener con él.”

No necesitaba calificar sus físicos, era una cualidad completamente secundaria. Buscaba que tuvieran buen corazón, que no se aprovecharan de ella para lastimarla; le exasperaba tener que darle tantas vueltas al asunto, ¿por qué tenía que ser tan miedosa? Ella no era así, la verdadera MC se levantaría y buscaría a quien fuera para decirle “Hey, deberíamos salir algún día”. Desde luego, era fácil pensarlo.

“Mérula Snyde:

Pros: No lo sé ¿tiene una linda capacidad para aprender?

Contras: Es una perra.”

Como si fuera el destino, la chica de slytherin se acercó soltando risas crueles.

—¿Qué es esto? ¿Estás tan desesperada por amor? — Quedó levemente confundida ante su malvada y casi normal actitud, ¿no se suponía que estaba locamente enamorada? Tal vez era de esas chicas que usan la crueldad para ocultar sus emociones, eso sería tan esperable en ella. MC se levantó para ponerse frente a su enemiga mortal, se cruzó de brazos mientras la escuchaba hablar sobre lo patética que era por mendigar cariño a cualquier estudiante.

Esperó unos segundos para inclinarse sobre con total agilidad y robarle un rápido beso. Reaccionó tal como lo esperaba, poniéndose roja y gritando por los nervios. Para ser su primer beso con una chica, podría haber sido más desagradable; consideró la posibilidad de incluir chicas a su lista de pretendientes.

—¡Estás loca! ¡Loca como tu hermano! — Gritó Snyde antes de desaparecer del Patio. Al menos así no volvería a aparecerse o se callaría al estar cerca de ella, ganaba pasara lo que pasara.

Con un elegante movimiento de su varita, se deshizo de la construcción. Si todos sus amigos eran una posible conquista, eso ampliaba de forma descomunal su lista de candidatos; ¿cada interacción con ellos debía ser una forma de acercamiento? ¿Cómo podría saber quién quería algo con ella y quién buscaba solo amistad? Le dieron nauseas de pensar que Erika Rath también fuera un interés amoroso, esa chica la destruiría con un golpe de dedo meñique.

Buscaría algo de comer y luego seguiría con sus preguntas, necesitaba tener la mente abierta y el estómago lleno ante lo que se aproximaba. La misma pregunta seguía repitiéndose en su cabeza: “¿Estoy lista para enamorarme?”, estaba segura de que no volvería a caer ante nadie después de lo ocurrido con Félix... Si así podía acabar con su infierno, entonces un romance pasajero no haría daño, no necesitaba involucrarse tanto. Apenas lo suficiente para que “El Autor” estuviera contento.

Sus piernas se movieron contra su voluntad en dirección contraria al Gran Comedor, con algo de temor se dejó guiar entre los pasillos llenos de estudiantes hasta la Torre de Astronomía, ¿qué se suponía que hiciera allí? La pesadez en sus pies desapareció, parece que le estaba dando vía libre para averiguarlo.

Maldijo cada escalón mientras subía, “El Autor” podría haberle dado un poco de resistencia física. A casi unos diez escalones de su destino, agudizó el oído ante los sonidos que provenían de la cima, parecían ser suspiros. Sin hacer mucho ruido, siguió subiendo hasta que sus ojos se encontraron con una escena inimaginable.

Charlie.

Barnaby.

Charlie y Barnaby.

¿Se estaban besando? ¿Por qué se estaban besando?

Oh Merlín, ellos se estaban besando.

—Santa diadema de Rowena Ravenclaw. — Dijo completamente impactada, ¿entonces no estaban enamorados de ella? Eso sólo facilitaba el trabajo, ya no tendría que escoger entre alguno de ellos, podía borrarlos de su lista.

Ambos chicos se separaron ante la sorpresa de su llegada, se miraron algo avergonzados y bajaron la cabeza. Era una visión extraña verlos tan desarreglados y apasionados entre ellos; quería negarlo, pero no podía: el menor de los Weasley se veía adorable con sus labios rojos e hinchados por el beso. Charlie fue el primero en tomar la palabra ante el largo silencio que se formó entre ellos.

—Íbamos a decirte.

—¿Por qué? Está bien si no se sentían listos, no necesitan darle explicaciones a nadie. Lo que ustedes tienen es muy bello.

—No queremos que lo malinterpretes... — Intentó decir Barnaby.

—Oh, ¿es sólo sexo o algo así?

—No, esto es amor. — Respondió Charlie, había algo más que le costaba soltar. — Pero no es sólo entre nosotros.

—También te amamos a ti. — Dijo Barnaby.

—Estoy muy confundida ahora mismo.

—MC, ¿alguna vez escuchaste sobre el poliamor? — Parpadeó algo consternada ante la pregunta del pecoso, conocía la palabra y su funcionalidad. Se despeinó el cabello intentando pensar en una respuesta adecuada, no quería herir sus sentimientos porque eran amigos muy cercanos; por supuesto, la singular palabra que salió de sus labios fue:

—¡MIERDA!

Al demonio, claro que las relaciones poliamorosas no estaban en sus malditos planes. Pero eso no era primordialmente lo que le molestaba, estaba furiosa de que le hubiese gustado ver ese beso; no, no existía excusas suficientes en el mundo para validar por qué deseaba haber visto más o haberse quedado un segundo más escondida entre en las sombras para saber qué más terminarían haciendo.

Las imágenes se repetían como en un bucle; las manos fuertes de Barnaby sujetando las caderas de Charlie mientras éste último se aferraba a él para seguir profundizando su beso con lengua. Era una desgraciada fetichista por disfrutarlo tanto, esa noche no lograría conciliar el sueño.

Penny Haywood se acercó corriendo a ella, suplicó a los cielos que ella no la invitase a formar parte de otra relación poliamorosa.

— Te estuve buscando por todos lados ¡Félix quiere hablar contigo! — Dijo mientras intentaba recuperar el aire.

—¿Ahora qué quiere?

—Faltaste a su clase y ni siquiera lo justificaste.

—Oh genial, esta historia necesita decidirse ¿importa realmente ir a clases o no? — No esperó a responder las preguntas de Penny se marchó para buscar a Rosier, era una señal de “El Autor” para que volvieran a tener un encuentro indecoroso. Lamentablemente, ese plan no funcionaría ni en un millón de años; aceptó buscar a alguien que amar y así poder avanzar su historia, pero ¿Félix? No era una opción. Prefería besuquearse con Mérula en el escenario más meloso y cursi del mundo.

Llegó a la clase, el salón estaba completamente vacío y no le sorprendió en lo absoluto. Se sentó en su lugar habitual apoyando sus piernas estiradas sobre la mesa, sonrió ante el suspiró de exasperación de su joven profesor.

—¿Podrías sentarte como una señorita?

—¿Y cómo se sienta una señorita? Espera, no me lo digas. Descubrí que no me interesa. — Respondió altanera — ¿Para qué me llamaste?

—No faltaste únicamente a mi clase, también te ausentaste en otras.

—Sí, ¿y? Nada de eso importa ahora, tengo mejores asuntos que atender.

—¿Qué asuntos tan importantes implican faltar a tus clases? — Preguntó mientras se reclinaba en el escritorio.

—Tengo que encontrar a mi príncipe azul para que mi historia de amor tenga un final feliz.

Félix se masajeó las sienes, no le estaban pagando lo suficiente para tener que soportar actitudes tan infantiles.

—Escucha, haremos esto: Tendrás clases particulares conmigo hasta que aprendas a comprometerte con tus estudios...

—Ni en sueños. — Le interrumpió. — Sé lo que podría llegar a pasar en una de esas clases privadas, y prefiero arrojarme sin varita desde la Torre de Astronomía.

—No te estoy dando la posibilidad de aceptar o no, es una orden que tendrás que acatar.

—Diablos, cuanta intensidad. Te encanta el poder, ¿no es así? — Bajó sus pies de la mesa, se sentó en el escritorio con las piernas abiertas. Su misión era recordarle la noche en la que llegó borracha de la fiesta, él entendió su indirecta. — Te gusta simplemente tomar lo que se te antoja, pero ¿Sabes qué? Eres patético, estás obsesionado con caerle bien a las personas y así es como terminas demostrando que puedes ser asquerosamente cruel.

Notó, por primera vez desde su llegada, que se mostraba incómodo ante sus palabras.

—¿Qué pasa, Rosier? ¿Todavía te sientes culpable por la mierda que hiciste?

—Lo siento. — Masculló entre dientes. — Perdóname por eso.

—Por supuesto crees que una disculpa lo soluciona todo, te graduaste y me dejaste sola para manejar el desastre que tú ocasionaste. Ahora estás aquí, portándote autoritario frente a los demás, pero llorando por mi perdón.

—Fue un error, entiendo tu malestar ante mis acciones. Pero sólo era un adolescente en su último año del colegio, todos hacían tonterías.

—Tenía catorce años, Félix. Que tú y tus amigos me hayan tomado fotos, que las hayan repartido a otros chicos, que tuvieran que llamar a mis padres porque me la pasaba encerrada en mi cuarto llorando... Eso no fue una tontería. — Se admiraba a si misma por mantener la calma. — Y yo era quien estaba exagerando, ustedes casualmente “cometieron un error de adolescentes”.

—Sé que es complicado que alguna vez puedas llegar a perdonarme...

—Lo arruinaste todo, éramos amigos. Confíe en ti y tú te aprovechaste, me manipulaste; debo felicitarte, no cualquier slytherin logra algo tan bajo.

—Déjame acercarme otra vez, podemos...

—Cállate.

Hubo un doloroso silencio, podía escucharse a otros estudiantes alegres corretear y bromear en los pasillos.

—Iré a tus estúpidas clases particulares, porque sé que no tengo otra opción. Sólo no esperes que sea una dulce estudiante entusiasmada o que siquiera piense en perdonarte. — Rodó los ojos sin interés y salió del salón; ni siquiera sabía cuándo y en qué horario comenzarían las clases, le dejaría los detalles técnicos a “El Autor”.

Encontró a Bill junto a los amigos de su mismo año en la mesa de Gryffindor, le hizo una seña para que les indicara a sus amigos que se fueran así tendrían privacidad. Tomó asiento frente a él, robó un par de papas de su plato y tomó aire antes de soltar su bomba.

—Ten sexo conmigo.

El chico gryffindor escupió los pedazos de comida que tenía en la boca, tuvo un ataque de tos que decidió solucionar bebiendo directamente de una jarra de jugo. Con el cuello de la camisa empapado y habiendo calmado la situación, puso sus manos sobre la mesa.

—Disculpa, ¿qué dijiste?

—No creí que fueras a tomarlo tan mal.

—Ciertamente no estaba esperando que te sentaras frente a mí para pedirme que te quite la virginidad.

—Error, Weasley. No soy virgen.

—Espera, ¿Qué? ¿Quién? ¿Cuándo? — Preguntó confundido y algo molesto.

—Yo misma me la quité, nadie en esta tierra vendrá a acostarse conmigo para luego presumir que obtuvo mi primera vez. — Respondió con orgullo. — En fin, concéntrate en lo importante ¿Te apuntas?

—Realmente no sé qué responder.

—Sólo di que sí, y dime dónde nos encontramos.

—Santo Merlín, MC. Dame un respiro, ¿por qué me lo estás pidiendo a mí?

—Nos vemos en la sala de artefactos después de la cena. — Respondió evadiendo su última pregunta.

Lo último que deseaba era ser emparejada con Félix, “El Autor” la estaba llevando por ese camino. Seguramente podría salvarse de cometer un error en su primera clase, pero no en las siguientes; era más fuerte que ella, a veces veía todavía a ese chico que en su tercer año le enseñó trucos para convertirse en prefecta. Entonces recordaba que esos bellos momentos fueron falsos, su acercamiento fue falso, sus intenciones fueron horribles, no quería tener ninguna historia con ese chico.

En la Sala de Artefactos jugueteó con sus lentes de sol mientras esperaba a su amigo. Que tontería llevar lentes de sol, ni siquiera le fueron útiles cuando estaba en el Patio; usó la fuerza de sus manos para partirlos a la mitad, no estaba segura sobre si lo hizo por su ira contra “El Autor” o porque simplemente quería dejar de someterse tanto.

Sintió como los latidos de su corazón se aceleraban cuando lo vio entrar al cuarto, no lo pensó dos veces y se abalanzó para besarlo. Ese era el asunto principal: No quería pensar. Porque entonces empezaría a cuestionarse, a hacerse preguntas ¿Esto está bien? ¿Debería detenerme? Eso no importaba en su historia de amor, todo se trataba de seguir parámetros y reglas al pie de la letra.

Se separó cuando sintió las manos de Bill bajar con suavidad.

—¿Qué sucede?

Una risa nerviosa salió de sus labios, apoyó sus manos en el pecho de Bill para volver a besarlo y tuvo que detenerse por otro ataque de risas. Aunque ya no se estaba carcajeando, su rostro se deformó en una expresión de profundo dolor emocional.

Estaba llorando.

Bill la ayudó a sentarse en el suelo, la abrazó contra su pecho mientras le daba suaves caricias en la cabeza.

—¿Qué sucedió? Habla conmigo. — Sus palabras, la forma tan dulce en la que hablaba, terminó por hacerla llorar con más fuerza.

—Es que... No es así como quería que pasara... Quería que fuera lindo y seguro, pero estoy aquí y yo... — Apenas podía hablar por el hipo, se sentía como una niña pequeña que necesitaba ser abrazada. — No puedo hacer nada...

—Todo estará bien, cuéntame lo que pasa y juntos podremos encontrar una solución.

—No sé qué estoy haciendo. — Dijo entre sollozos, sentía que sus piernas le temblaban. — Creí que sería una buena idea, pero no puedo. No ahora, es mucha presión.

—MC, mírame. Nunca, ¿me escuchas? Nunca te obligues a hacer algo que no quieres. — Tomó su rostro entre sus manos para que pudiese verlo y no lo evitara. — Eres libre de hacer lo que tu corazón te pide, no fuerces las cosas si no es el momento.

—Me siento sola y tan vulnerable, es como si me empujaran a un precipicio de cosas que odio. Quiero que todo sea como antes y no preocuparme por si tengo sexo o no.

—Esta sigue siendo tu vida y tienes control sobre ella, aunque a veces no lo creas. — Poco a poco cedió ante las suaves caricias en su cabello, William era muy bueno calmando a las personas, era su superpoder. — Toma el mando como siempre lo has hecho, ofrece pelea. Si sientes que no podrás por el miedo, quítate esa sensación como si fuera una bandita: Rápido y sin pensarlo demasiado.

—Eres tan dulce, tendría sexo contigo si no estuviese tan aterrada.

—Mejor dejemos ese asunto por ahora, creo que hay otras cosas que puedes experimentar como adolescente.

Era cierto, cada una de sus palabras cargaba la verdad. No todo era romance, también había peligro, los protagonistas siempre se meten en problemas que parecen imposibles de resolver. El sexo siempre podía esperar cuando la trama se estaba enfocando en algo importante, algo que llamase la atención del lector para que éste no pensara en basura melosa.

Entonces, ¿problemas?

Sí, definitivamente podía con eso.

[carolinesbookworld]

Look at this adorableness from the end of the HPHM Valentine's Day side quest😍

[juniperwindsong]

Delicate - Barnaby Lee x YOU

 This is a light, smutty one-shot (more mature than explicit) featuring Barnaby Lee taken from my on-going story and edited to use second-person “reader” pronouns and be gender neutral. The slightly more graphic, less fluffy version that goes with Necessary Monsters can be found on A03.

    It's your final year as the infamous Hogwarts Curse-breaker, and it's simply not the same. After everything that's happened in its halls, the whole castle feels cold and vaguely threatening. You yourself feel different. Your injuries from the past years still plague you, but it's more than that. You ache to be touched. It's a craving that eats at you. You drop your wand for the hundredth time in Charms, and your body screams. Professor Flitwick says something consoling, and you wince. It’s worse when the teachers are sympathetic. You wishe they would yell. You think the adrenaline rush would help you focus. You leave the class feeling desperate and keyed. This simply will not do.

    You turn to Barnaby first. You know it’s a weak and pathetic thing to do, but the need for something physical is overwhelming. He's always had his eye on you. You thinks he’s your best shot. You aren't disappointed.

    You meet in the Artefact Room on some vague pretense, ("I want to talk to you about something, B.") but there’s only the briefest exchange before your arms are around his neck and Barnaby is tugging at your waist to pull you against him. You have to stretch onto tiptoes to reach his lips, but once your tongues meet you don't notice the protests from your calf muscles. You part only briefly for you to strip first yourself, then Barnaby, whose fumbling fingers can't manage to undo his own buttons. You trail your fingers down Barnaby's bare chest, impossibly firm, before returning to his lips. 

    Barnaby sighs sweetly into your mouth. He croons your name too slowly, fingers sliding up your hips. And his eyes. God, his eyes. They say so much, they scream at you with adoration. You bury your face in Barnaby's neck as he lifts you like you weigh nothing and settles you onto him. You can’t stop yourself from crying out. 

    The fit of Barnaby inside you is exquisite and immense. He rocks into you, oh, so gently; afraid to hit his hips too hard, or use his full length. But you're so sick of being handled delicately.

    You grunt in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. You try to buck your hips against Barnaby; force him to speed up, to go deeper, to hit harder. You want to be overwhelmed by sensation. But Barnaby is stronger. He props you back against the wall, leaning forward to kiss you sweetly. His insufferably slow rhythm begins to drive you wild. You surrender to it, letting it build your satisfaction slowly, tantalizingly. You're surprised at how long Barnaby can last. You had pictured him fast and hard, using all his strength to take what he needs from your body as quick as he can get it. But his hands on you are so light. He cradles you against him as if you were one of his small creatures. 

    You don't know how long you've been there before you feel yourself reach a precipice of pleasure. You just need just a little more to fall over. One hand strokes Barnaby's cheek, the other grabs at his hip as you plead, “B. go faster. Please, please go faster.” 

    Barnaby groans and turns his face fully into your hand, gracing your palm with a sloppy, heated kiss. Clutching you closer to him, he spins away from the wall and kneels awkwardly to the floor. He pushes you back against the ground and hovers over you, bracing his weight onto his arms as he eases into you completely. You gasp, because that's exactly where you needs him. 

    Barnaby speeds up, just a fraction, the strain of holding himself back evident on his face. But it’s enough.

    The friction of his pelvis rubbing against you, and the new, deeper fullness pushes you over the edge. You stiffen, arching your back and running your hands through your own hair as a litany of moans erupt from your mouth, loud enough to make even Barnaby nervous. He kisses you, harder than he has before, muffling your sounds. You shudder and clench around him. Barnaby's own orgasm rips through him and his hips smack against yours forcefully for the first time. It makes stars light up behind your tightly closed eyes. If he would just do that again you could come for the second time in minutes. 

    But Barnaby slows, and falls on top of you, carefully, resting his head beside yours. You can feel his heart beating against your chest. You let yourself rest, enjoying being slightly crushed by his gorgeous body, and feeling entirely relaxed for the first time since term began.

    As soon as Barnaby can think again, he props himself up and asks, "I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?" 

    His voice is so full of concern, you can't help but smile.

    "No, B.," you sigh, "No one's ever been more careful with me in my life." 

[imaginetings]

I can’t lose you (Barnaby Lee Imagine)

Y/N - Your Name

L/N - Last Name

Word Count - 1179

Warnings - Spoilers for HPHM (Year 6 Chapter 18) and death, oh and angst. We love angst.

Requested? - Nope :)

Notes - I’m emotional and I feel like this was word vomit but enjoy! Also, the reader is Slytherin. *not my gif*

When those two words left Rakepick’s mouth, I froze. The killing curse. Merula and Ben lay on the forest floor behind me and I was frozen, and everything went so quick and so slow that I didn’t realise I was being pushed down as the green light was coming towards me. Before I knew it, Rakepick was gone and there on the floor was Rowan. Sobs rack my body and I hold Rowan’s body and just somehow in some way Rowan will wake up. That never happened. Merula and Ben tried to make me let go but I couldn’t. My best friend is dead. Rowan died because of me.

After that everything was a blur, Tulip said it was the shock. I don’t remember the assembly about Rowan, I didn’t remember Penny telling me that she has told Rowan all about “R” and I definitely didn’t remember Merula having a go at Barnaby when Snape was announcing the lift of the ban and that we could go to him.

What I do remember was being in the three broomsticks and people exchanging stories about Rowan. Then realising that I couldn’t remember the last time Rowan and I had spent time with each other if it wasn’t in class or doing things to do with the cursed vaults.

Talking with Merula and Ben made me realise that amongst all of this, I’m left feeling a void and angry.

It had been weeks since Rowan’s death and it seems like everyone bar Merula and Ben have already moved on. I became more secluded and hellbent on getting back at Rakepick and R.

I stopped playing quidditch and instead was looking for clues for the final cursed vault. I can feel myself getting closer to it. Then one day, as I am practising in the Forbidden Forest a twig snaps and I turn around, ready to cast a hex.

Out from the shadows came Barnaby. “Hey Y/N,” Barnaby utters hesitantly. I lower my wand and smile meekly at him. It was after the date I had with him that everything had happened, and I guess I had shut him out, but I can’t risk anybody getting hurt again. It was the final straw with Rowan dying.

“What are you doing here Barnaby?” I ask and sit down on a tree stump and he joins me.

“Checking up on you. You’ve pushed yourself away from all of us after what happened to Rowan. Are you okay?” Barnaby explains and I feel tears prick my eyes, but I blink them away.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? My best friend died because of I and I can’t get the picture of her dead body and Rakepick casting that spell out of my head and everyone else is acting as if nothing ever happened and I still have to deal with this statue curse and to make sure nobody else gets hurt because of me!” I explain frustrated and stand to go and walk away, but Barnaby catches my arm and I’m spun around into his chest stuck inside of his embrace.

“I know it sucks but you don’t have to go through this alone Y/N, you have all of us. After all, us Slytherin’s stick together and we can get anything we want since we’re ambitious after all.” Barnaby tries to comfort me, and I push myself out of the embrace.

“That’s it, Barnaby, I need to be alone. If I’m not someone else will get hurt and I love all of you too much to see any of you go through that. I can’t lose anybody else, especially not you.” I utter out, a sob in my throat fighting its way out. “So please Barnaby, go! I can’t do this to you. Not until this is all over,” I explain and walk away from him leaving him stood there. I don’t know if he cried because I didn’t turn back.

After that encounter, I only occasionally talked to Merula and that was in passing. I avoided everyone to the best of my ability.

Before long, Merula, Ben and I got into the final cursed vault. It was a showdown because R was there as well, but before anything could happen to Merula and Ben I flipendo’d them out of the room and locked the door.

A duel with a dark wizard? It wasn’t the first time.

The odds were most certainly stacked against me. A seventeen-year-old wizard against a dark wizard with many years of experience. So, we duelled.

A back and forth of spells went on for what felt like forever but in reality was only a few minutes and just as the door is blasted open I have an opening and defeat the dark wizard with an Incendio.

It sets the cape of “R” alight and it’s put out by another voice shouting “Aguamenti! Jesus Christ Y/N, why would you lock your friends outside of the vault you could have been killed!” Jacob.

“It’s more than what you were doing, brother. I only went looking in these stupid vaults for you but that led to my best friend dying and I wasn’t going to take a chance with them. Now what I am going to do is take whatever is in here to Dumbledore because you don’t deserve anything from here. Not after all of the pain and chaos, this has caused.” I sternly speak and turn to the column that holds the “treasure of the cursed vaults” before taking it and leaving. The shouting of Jacob is distant to me. This is for Rowan.

Taking the treasure to Dumbledore was an easy task. Having to face everyone else was the tricky task.

After leaving Dumbledore’s office I am ambushed on the lower west floor and taken into the great hall by my ambushers. My first observation is that the great hall is decorated in Slytherin colours much like it is at the end of the year when Slytherin win the house cup.

My second observation is everyone looking at me and by everyone, I mean everyone. That’s when Merula approaches me alongside Penny, both with grins on their faces.  Before I know it, I’m no longer on the floor and perched on the shoulder of Hagrid and that’s when people start chanting the wretched nickname of “Curse-breaker!” I feel my face become heated before I am put back down and I am face to face with Barnaby.

“I know you wanted to protect us, but it’s over now. We’re all safe thanks to you Y/N, I think you and I both know Rowan would want you to relax now and you can.” Barnaby states and that’s when my mouth upturns into a smile and tears prick my eyes of joy. That’s when I tackle Barnaby who spins me around and whilst doing so connects our lips.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Barnaby.”

Even after all the neglect and pushing people away for help, in the end, it all turned out okay, and it was all for Rowan.

[collectinglungs]

Pairing(s): Barnaby Lee x F!Reader

Request: Awesome. Would you mind doing a barnaby lee fix? Yay thank you. Can you possibly do a Barnaby angst? I don’t see enough of that around

Hogwarts House: Slytherin | Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Not Specified

Notes: It’s a little angsty, not as much as it could possibly be but it’s definitely not fluffy.

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Feedback and constructive criticism are always appreciated!

You had been avoiding him for days, and had done a pretty good job at it. Well, that is up until now. Now, he was across the corridor, calling your name, trying to get your attention. So you did what you thought was logical, you ran. Unfortunately, he was faster, and it was proven once he caught your arm. He hadn’t turned you around himself, but his eyes were piercing into your head.

“Barnaby, let go.” You say still looking forward, your body refusing to turn. “I-I don’t understand what I did wrong.” The slytherin brunet states, his voice wavering. Finally turning your head, you see tears gathering in his eyes. You feel your own tears falling unto your cheeks, “you never do Barnaby...”

[arishle]

God bless you!

Practice more! Barnaby!

Almost forgot this fanart😆😆😆.

My imagin,Barnaby would probably not a good kisser.😂😂😂

MC: (Barnaby! I can’t breathe!!)

[lilyevans1]

Barnaby Lee x reader

Among a million stars

Barnaby and Y/N danced until the Celestial ball was over. They didn't see anyone else just two of them and thousands of stars all around them.

'Y/N, I don't think I've ever danced for this long' Barnaby smiled at Y/N sweetly.

'Y/N couldn't help but smile back. It was so much fun than she'd ever have thought so. All the Professors have now retired from the great hall. Even Hagrid seems to be slowing down and swaying across the great hall bidding good night to everyone.

'Y/N , Barnaby. This is one night to remember, in't it?' Hagrid grinned.

'Yeah, Hagrid! I don't think I have ever danced for this long. It's so amazing!' Y/N turned to look at Barnaby, only to see he was staring at her like he was dreaming. Hagrid seemed to notice this too. He raised eyebrows and twice and grinned at Y/N.

'Okay, you two, I'm off. You two have a good night, Y/N, Barnaby!' he nodded them full of glee.

'Good night, Hagrid!' Y/N waved.

'Good night!' waved Barnaby coming out his daze.

Y/N giggled as she resumed dancing.

'What? What is it?' Barnaby smiled almost confused and joining her again.

'Y/N loved it whenever he smiled or looked confused. He looked so innocent.

'Nothing' Y/N shook her head smiling.

'Come on tell me. You can't keep a secret from me' he teased.

'Oh, is that what you think?' Y/N giggled making Barnaby chuckle with her. His laugh made her blush and almost said 'I ....' But, the music slowed and came to a stopped. Barnaby and Y/N looked around. Even the last few students were leaving the great hall.

'Oh, it was wonderful, wasn't it?' Penny ran towards them and hugged Y/N.

'Awwwwwww....... Yes, it was! You did an amazing job, Penny' Y/N smiled when Penny let go of her.

'Oh, Thank you, Y/N! Hope you had fun too!' Penny gave her a cheeky grin.

'Yeah, it was amazing! Y/N replied.

'Awwwwwww..... You didn't get what I meant. I meant 'FuN!' not fun!' she couldn't help but grin ever so cheekily making Y/N confused. 'You are so sweet, Y/N! You look like Barnaby when he's confused' Penny teased.

'I look confused?' asked Barnaby confused.

'Oh, you two!' she smiled.

'Good night, Penny ' Y/N gave her another hug.

'Everyone knows you like him too' Penny whispered as she broke the hug. 'Good night, Y/N!' she sang.

'Everyone?' Y/N stared after her flabbergasted.

'Good night to you too, Barnaby!' she turned and smiled and nodded at Barnaby and giving you a wink.

'Good night, Penny' Barnaby nodded back, and Penny gracefully left the great hall.

'I don't even feel like leaving' Y/N sighed turning to Barnaby.

'Me neither' Barnaby replied. 'I guess we don't have a choice unless we want to get kicked out by Mr.Filch. We are the last two here' he said looking around.

'Oh,.... I didn't even notice that' said Y/N looking around sadly.

'Don't look like that, Y/N. You were perfect tonight like you always are' said Barnaby softly as he took your hand and. 'I'll walk you to your common room' he smiled at her as he led her out.

'Thank you, Barnaby' she smiled at him innocently tilting her head. 'I feel like the luckiest. You're the perfect date anyone could ever have; she said glancing at him. Barnaby turned as scarlet as Gryffindor quidditch robes at this. They walked hand in hand towards the Gryffindor tower when Y/N had an idea.

'Wanna go star gazing outside? It's a moonless night, so, they will be very bright' she asked.

'Okay,' Barnaby grinned.

Y/N felt her cheeks burn. They quickly sneaked out of the castle miraculously avoiding both Peeves and Mr.Filch. It was pitch black outside except for the starlight.

'Let's not wand light our wands. Someone might notice us' whispered Y/N.

'Why are we whispering?' Barnaby whispered back.

'Someone might hear us' Y/N replied

'Okay,' he whispered back. 'Wow! It looks like just like the Celestial ball decorations' Barnaby said awestruck at the stars.

'I love stars too. Sometimes I just watch them from my dormitory windows' Y/N said starring up at the heavens.

'I can't see stars from my dormitory, because you know ours is in the dungeons' He looked at her and turned his eyes towards the sky again. 'and I haven't sneaked out of castle like this'

Y/N glanced at him staring up at the stars with innocent awe.

'What's your favourite star? Mine is Sirius. It's the brightest' she said lost in her love for astronomy.

'I - - - I like the shapes they make when we trace them' he smiled.

'Awwww. . . ' she thought.

Which constellation is your favourite?' Y/N asked.

'That one!' he pointed at the sky.

'Oh!' Y/N almost cried, but she managed to lower her voice quickly and whispered 'It's Draco. It's the dragon. I love that one too! I'd die to meet an actual dragon'

'Draco, That's nice!' he smiled at her watching the stars. 'When I become a Magizoologist, you can come with me when I go dragon exploring'

'Really?! Oh, That would be brilliant! Thanks, Barnaby!' she grinned. 'You know the brightest star of Draco is called Eltanin. Isn't it cool?' Y/N asked him.

'You do really love stars, don't you? asked Barnaby smiling at her.

'Unbelievably' whispered Y/N. 'Let's find somewhere to sit'

'Be careful where you step, Y/N' said Barnaby taking her hand.

'He cares so much' she thought as he led her towards a bush carefully in the dark and sat. Out of nowhere, a cold breeze came and Y/N started to shiver. Barnaby glanced at her and immediately took off his buccaneer and put it on Y/N's shoulder and held her close. Both of them blushed furiously under the stars.

'Thank you, Barnaby' she managed to mumble.

'Well, I don't want the best date of the whole Celestial ball to shiver in cold' he said tilting head towards her. Y/N smiled shyly. 'You're are the best too'

As he leaned slowly on the bush behind them, thousands of fireflies rose up to the air in seconds and flew around them casting their luminous light like twinkling stars as Barnaby and Y/N watched them wonderstruck.

'This is like a dream, Barnaby. I actually dreamt this, only I was alone in it. I can't believe it! Am I dreaming again?' she turned to ask him and saw he was looking at her.

'You are not dreaming , Y/N. I'm here. This is real'

'I'm so glad you are here' she smiled sweetly.

'Me too. and, for asking you out for the ball, Y/N' whispered Barnaby.

'Oh, me too' said Y/N planting a kiss on his cheek (making him turn scarlet) and rested her head on his shoulder as he rested his head on hers'. Hagrid was right, it was a night to remember, indeed.

[mccrps]

Hey! I'm in love with your Barnaby fanfic and I was wondering if you could write another smutty one with Barnaby? Pretty please?

I wasn’t going to do another but I’m on vacation so you know what? Why the hell not. I’ll come up with some ideas and write another for ya. Thank you so much for requesting!

You can read Barnaby x Reader HERE.

& Barnaby x MC x Talbott HERE.

xx

[hogwartsmysteryimagines]

Don’t Cry, Please. [Barnaby Lee x Reader]

Summary: The war weighed heavy on everyone, including MC. But she has a darling husband to keep her warm at night, when the monsters come out to play.

Warnings: Mentions of war, nightmares, I don’t know. Death? Female reader as always?

Requested: Yes! By the lovely @jollyqueenluminary

A/N: Nothing. Enjoy!

Oh Merlin. She couldn’t stand the loud noises of warfare, screams and death eaters flying around wildly. She was in Hogwarts, how? How was she here, in Hogwarts, fighting death eaters? The sound of wands snapping, charms flying, potions cracking, and dead wizarda thudding against the ground. How was she here again? She felt tears start to flow from her eyes, she felt terrified. But she wasn’t going to give up so easily. She gasped for breath as she felt a wand poke her back, and everyone went cold.

“BARNABY!” She screamed, a cold sweat running down all over her body. He woke up to her, clutching her chest tightly, panting.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, are you okay?” He clutched her, before pulling her into a hug. She shook her head, as she continued to hyperventilate. He patted her back, loosening his hug to let her breathe. In the moonlight, she was still gorgeous as ever, but you could still see the tears and pain from the battle of Hogwarts. When she fought there, they collected so many memories, it would haunt them forever.

“I dreamed again, I dreamed we were back there...” She muttered, calming down. He nodded.

“We’re not there. That was in the past, it won’t happen again.” He promised, he emphasized the won’t proudly. She burst into sobs, shaking with wails as she cried. He sighed. He remembered fighting by her side, watching her bravely face the death eaters.

“What if it does happen again?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she shook, shuddering with deathly fear. “What if it does happen again? What would we do Barnaby?” She exclaimed, voice shaking as she rubbed the ring around her finger.

“We’ll be ready...” he said slowly. He was saddened by her attitude, not disappointed, but he wished he could see her smiling. Seeing her so scared and, sad, it made him pained. He watched her shudder in fear, before kissing her glistening forehead. She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Remember when we first met? Our duel?” He asked, as she nodded with a faint smile.

“Yeah, I remember. Or how you brought a bowtruckle into class?” He nodded with a smile.

“While Hogwarts haunts us, the memories made there will keep us warm forever.” She smiled, pressing her forehead against his, before pressing a kiss on his nose.

“That’s the best thing you said since I love you.” She whispered, before he grinned.

“I’m good with words.”

“Let’s go back to sleep, okay?” She laid back down, as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her figure close to him. She hugged him back, before they fell asleep together.

[rvnclwrites]

Snow Day (Barnaby x Slytherin MC)

Summary: I wanted to join in on the HPHM 12 Days of Christmas Challenge and thought the Snow Day with Barnaby would make a cute, fluffy fic idea. As always, feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: ~1200

“Come on!” Liz said to Barnaby as she hurried toward exit of the Slytherin common room. Almost everyone seemed to be getting into the holiday spirit, and after waking up to several inches of snow, students couldn't wait to spend a festive Saturday afternoon in Hogsmeade.

“Aren't you coming with us, (Y/N)?” Barnaby asked, pausing at the door.

You were sitting in front of the crackling fireplace, enjoying the warmth of the flames, as well as the dimness of the common room. While you loved Christmas and had a great time decorating the Great Hall with your friends last week, you were feeling inexplicably lonely this morning. You missed spending holidays with Jacob, and you doubted any amount of Butterbeer or Chocolate Frogs would help much. “No, I think I'm just going to catch up on some homework,” you said, forcing a smile.

“Suit yourself,” Liz said while opening the door. “I'll be downing Butterbeers and making snow animals if anyone needs me.”

You waited for Barnaby to follow behind her, but to your surprise, he didn't. “Want me to hang back with you?” he asked, approaching the fireplace.

The thought brought a small smile to your face, but you weren't about to ruin his day. “No, you go ahead,” you said with a wave of your hand.

Barnaby frowned and sat down in the chair beside you. “What's wrong?”

You looked away from him, hating how good he was at reading you. People might have made fun of him for not being as book smart, but Barnaby was the sweetest guy you'd ever met and more perceptive than most people gave him credit for. “I just miss my brother,” you said quietly. “I think I just need some alone time.”

Barnaby stood up and pulled you to your feet before you could protest. “No, you need some snow day fun.”

“I really don't want to go to Hogsmeade,” you said, grimacing as you pictured the crowds of people and boisterous shops.

“Who said anything about having to go there?” You gave him a skeptical look, but he persisted. “Come on, trust me. Go get your coat.”

A winter breeze hit you as Barnaby tugged you out onto the nearly empty school grounds. Most students were probably keeping warm inside or were already at Hogsmeade. You couldn't resist smiling at Barnaby, already feeling better as you admired the blanket of snow covering the ground.

Barnaby squeezed your hand, causing a swarm of butterflies to flap around in your stomach- you hadn't realized he was still holding it. “Told you,” he said with a boastful grin.

You wanted to smack him in the shoulder, but a different idea struck you. Dropping his hand, you quickly grabbed a fistful of snow and flung it at him.

“You did not just do that,” he said, wiping the remnants off his face.

You couldn't help but laugh. “I believe I did.” You picked up another handful. “And I believe I'm going to do it again.”

Barnaby ducked in time to dodge your second snowball. “You're going to regret starting this!”

You screamed and laughed as Barnaby started sending them your way. “Get back here,” you yelled as he ran further into the open field. You threw more at him as he ran, and one connected with his neck, sending bits of icy snow down his back.

“Now you've done it,” he said, changing his direction toward you. You tried to out run him, but he was much faster. He tackled you onto the snow, sending you both into a fit of laughter as you landed on your backs, looking up at the clear winter sky. You glanced over at Barnaby, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. “Thanks for this.”

Barnaby didn't say anything for a moment, and your heart squeezed inside your chest as he stared at you. “What are best friends for?” he said finally, tearing his eyes away to look back up at the sky.

You scooted close enough to rest your head against his broad shoulder. You had a feeling that if it wasn't so cold, you'd be sweating from nerves. “Sorry you missed out on Hogsmeade.”

“We go there plenty,” Barnaby said reassuringly. “I'd rather be here with you.”

His words made your stomach flutter again, and you sat up, looking down at him. He stared back at you curiously, and for a moment you thought you were going to have enough courage to lean down, but your nerves got the best of you. “Wanna make a snowman?”

Barnaby smiled. “Sure.”

Luckily the snow was icy enough for it to be easily packed together. Barnaby set the middle section down, and you followed by placing a smaller ball on top for the head. You grabbed sticks and rocks from a nearby tree, and soon enough you had a pretty amazing snowman assembled. “What should we name him?” you asked, taking a step back to admire your work.

Barnaby rubbed his chin. “How about Bert?”

You laughed, unable to deny that it kind of resembled an old man that would be named Bert. “Bert it is.” You looked up appreciatively at Barnaby, relieved at how much better he had made your day. “I can’t thank you enough for doing this. You really know how to cheer me up.” The way he started looking at you made you nervous again, so you kept talking. “Do you want to go warm up with some hot chocolate?”

“Um, in a minute,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You let out a confused laugh. “Well, what do you want to do before that?”

Barnaby exhaled and took a step towards you, making your forehead wrinkle in even more confusion. “If you tackle me again, I swear to-” But your words were cut off by Barnaby’s lips claiming yours. You gasped against his mouth, your whole body tingling as his hands rested on your waist and pulled you closer to him. His lips were so soft and gentle as they moved against yours, you had to restrain yourself from whimpering in protest when he pulled back slightly.

“Was that okay?” he whispered. His breath was warm against your parted lips, and his eyes were squeezed shut, as if he was too embarrassed to look at you.

Instead of answering, you moved your hands behind his neck, forcing his lips back down onto yours. He sucked in a breath, and you felt him smile against your lips as you kissed him again. Your head began to spin, and when you pulled back the second time, you were both smiling like idiots.

“Now we can go get that hot chocolate,” he said, still looking a little embarrassed.

You laughed and grabbed his hand. “I think snow days are my new favorite.”

He grinned back at you, squeezing your hand again as you both started toward the castle. “Same here.”

[thecrazypositive]

The date

@jollyqueenluminary said :

Could you do a Barnaby x femreader where they are married and they have a daughter who have a date with a boy and Barnaby is an overprotective dad?

 A/N :

I hope you like the idea I had when I read your request. 

please don’t kill me.

     Barnaby couldn't sleep , ever since you told him she had a date tomorrow , when did she grow up to go on dates , it was only yesterday he first held her , when he saw how tiny, how fragile  she was .

 He remembers how emotional you got when he promised the little baby that he was going to protect her, and never leave her alone and buy her all the toys in the world , when he promised he will read her stories before bed instead of incantations of dark magic to memorize and dark artifacts to play with , he was promising her a life different from his , he was promising her everything he ever wanted growing up.  

 He sat at the edge of her bed watching her sleep, thinking how he'll banish the bones from the boy's body if he dared make his little angel cry .

 He cursed the clock in the cold corridor for ticking, announcing that the dreadful date was closer, he sighed walking to the door of his own room .

 you chuckled seeing the look on his face " I don't know why you're panicking  it's just a-" He shook his head quickly interrupting you " no I'm not over reacting , I don't know how you're so calm "

 He didn't get a blink of sleep that night all the things that could go wrong tomorrow , everything that could hurt his little girl and those thoughts consumed him .

 You woke up that day to notice that your husband was missing from his usual place beside you , your search led you to the kitchen and he was there making breakfast talking to your daughter .

  "If he tries anything he better know  that both my parents were death eaters, I know a thing or two about dark magic "

 the girl giggled and he went on, while you watched the exchange from the door frame.

 "this is serious young lady stop giggling like that " he said picking the toddler from her chair  " if he makes you cry I'll banish all the bones from his body "

 you chuckled as your daughter giggled " Barnaby, love you do realize it's just a play date , you still have time before you start scaring boys away "

 He looked at you " how many years exactly? what if I'm not fully prepared ? "

You laughed shaking your head " you're joking right , Judging  from the incredible speech you just gave our daughter , I'm saying you are more than ready "

You said kissing him taking the girl from him , it was adorable the lengths  he would go to protect his daughter, from everything even if it was harmless play date , it was in moments like these you realized why you fell for him , why you choose to marry him .

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I hope you like it 

requests are open.