i took this idea from an episode of parks and rec but made it magic related

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You groaned and tipped your head back as you came down the stairs and saw a pile of mess on the kitchen table. Before you had gone to bed, you had cleaned up the entire kitchen while Ian and Barley watched movies in the living room. It had been their "boy's night", which was just Ian and Barley's chance to hang out together now that you and Barley had your own place. You were glad they had fun, but now you were left cleaning up candy wrappers, pieces of a completed game of Quests of Yore, and empty cups. 

"Good morning, babe," Barley sang out from the kitchen counter. "I am making breakfast. Shall I pour a bowl of cereal for milady?" 

You sighed. "Uh, yeah. Can you get me a cup of coffee too?"

"Of course," he said. "Is... everything okay?"

You gave him a look and held up the dirty cups you stacked together. He frowned and nodded. 

"I know, I know. We made a mess. I was gonna clean it up as soon as I ate," he said. "Honest. I'm sorry, babe---"

"No, it's okay," you said. You put the cups in the sink and paused to kiss him. "I hope you two had fun last night."

"Oh, we had a great time. We watched all nine of my favorite movies. Next week we will watch all nine of Ian's favorite movies. Also the kid ate an entire pizza on his own. He is starting to get equally as impressive as me."

"Wow," you said, raising your eyebrows. You walked back to the table and moved your husband's game off the table. As you slid it and placed it on a chair for a brief moment, you caught glimpse of a notebook. "Hey, is this Ian's?" 

"Uh... yeah, looks like it. Just toss it on the coffee table so I can remember to take it back to him later." 

You nodded and flipped through it. "Aw, he still makes lists for everything, huh?"

"Yeah. Always has." He took a swig of milk from the carton. 

"Did you ever make lists?" you asked. "I just wondered if it's something he picked up from you."

"No, I haven't really made one. Well. I made a bucket list once." 

You grinned. "You made a bucket list?" 

"Uh-huh. It's probably in one of my journals up in the attic." He handed you your bowl of cereal. "Now that I think about it... it would be cool to try to cross something off of it. I don't think I ever did." 

"Then we should try to cross off as many things as we can!" you said. You scooped a spoonful of cereal in your mouth. "I'm serious, babe. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Yeah, I mean, it sounds fun. But didn't we have plans already?" 

"No," you said. "We never have plans."

"What? I thought we were gonna order some pizza, you were gonna watch me play Quests of Yore, and then we could make some prank phone calls... make out... you know---"

"Seriously? What we do every night?" you questioned with the roll of your eyes. 

"I think repetition is key to a good marriage," he said. He tipped his head back to drink the milk from his bowl of cereal. 

"No, let's do something weird. Let's do something off of your bucket list. Come on." You grabbed his hand. "Please? I think it'd be super awesome." 

Barley nodded slowly. "You know what? That does sound fun. Did you want to go find it?" 

"Yes." 

"Right now?"

"Yes!" Your eyes were wide with excitement. You sat your bowl down and grabbed his hand before you both took off towards the attic to go find the bucket list. 

Twenty minutes later, you were standing on the floor just below the ladder. You heard a loud crash from above. "Babe, please be careful."

"I'm good, I'm good. Aha! I found it." He appeared with a stack of folded notebook papers. He made his way down the ladder and then unfolded it as he chewed his bottom lip with excitement. "Aw man, I haven't seen this thing since middle school, probably. Or maybe high school."

"Read it to me!" you said eagerly. 

"Uh... let's see... create a character on Quests of Yore. Hey, I completed that one. Become a licensed character in Quests of Yore... maybe one day. Make the most amazing grilled cheese sandwich ever. Win the lottery. Ride a unicycle. Tame a unicorn and ride that, too. Invent something. Fly first class on a plane. When people walk by, do this..." He looked to the side and laughed lightly, scoffing to himself. 

You laughed. "What else is on there?"

"Go skydiving. Outrun a unicorn. I'd like there to be a movie about the Quests of Yore and I'd like it to be done right. Starring me. Naturally. Go on a quest." He flipped the page. "Teach my son... to properly cast a spell if he can do magic." He nodded. "Also, have a son. A son that can do magic. If he can't do magic then I've had a son for nothing." 

You snickered and shook your head. You took the paper from him and flipped through it. "Well, this is what we're doing."

"What?" he asked. "Having a son?"

"No," you said quickly. "We just got married a month ago." 

"I know," he said. "But he'd be so cute! Okay, no, you're right. We'll wait a while. So which one are we doing?" 

"Uh..." Your finger skimmed the page. "First, let's knock this one out." 

"Sounds like a plan, babe. I will call Ian and invite him over for this." He went to grab his phone, but paused to kiss your cheek. "You're the best!"

/ / /

"You invited me over to have grilled cheese?" Ian asked. "I thought you said tonight would be full of some super fun surprises. Grilled cheese and lottery tickets doesn't seem that exciting."

"Ian, come on," you said. "We won the lottery." You held up a ticket. 

Ian squinted. "You didn't win anything. That says you won ten dollars." 

"That counts!" Barley shouted from the stove. 

"How!?" Ian exclaimed. 

"Oooh --- babe, I think they're done!" Barley brought over the sizzling frying pan and a spatula. He put a sandwich on Ian's plate. "Taste the grilled cheese, dear brother, and do tell us if it is the best grilled cheese in the world." He plopped one on your plate as well. "There you go, milady." 

You picked up the sandwich and took a bite. You nodded. 

"So?" Barley pressed. Ian took a cautious bite and chewed slowly. "Give me your completely honest reviews!"

"It's... a grilled cheese?" Ian asked. He shrugged.

"Is it the most amazing one you've ever had?"

"It's pretty awesome," you said. You nodded and took another bite. 

He sighed. "Honey, my bucket list doesn't say make a pretty awesome grilled cheese sandwich. We gotta go to the store. We're gonna get a different kind of cheese." 

"No, no, no!" you said. You grabbed his hand. "This is seriously the best grilled cheese I have ever had. Okay?" 

Barley slammed his fist down on the table victoriously. "Okay. What's next?" 

"What's going on here?" Ian asked. "Can you guys please just tell me 'cause I'm tired of being in this crazy inside joke you're pulling right now."

"It's Barley's bucket list," you explained, chewing your mouthful of sandwich. "He wants to cross off as much as he can tonight."

"Why tonight?" Ian asked. 

"'Cause..." You shrugged. "Boredom. That's why."

"Okay," Ian said. He nodded. "I guess that sounds pretty fun. What's next on it, Barley?"

"Uh... Barley's eyes glanced over the list. He gasped and grinned. "Ooh! Let's make that movie!"

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"How are you feeling?" You asked, brushing Barley's hair from his forehead. You straightened his helmet on top of his head. "You ready?"

"Super ready," he said.

"Great."

"Uh... no, I'm not ready actually," he admitted. "I'm super scared."

"No, no, no," you said. You cupped his face. "You said you wanted to star in the movie and do it right, didn't you?" 

He sighed. "Yeah --- yeah. Yes I did." 

"Then you gotta do it." 

He nodded. "Yeah. I gotta. Will you --- will you just be careful on the roof? When I pictured starring in the movie I didn't think my wife would play the damsel in distress so." He let out a breathless, nervous laugh. 

"I don't need to be careful, my hero is gonna save me, right?" 

"Well. Yeah. But still---"

You laughed and kissed him. "I'm gonna be careful. Promise."

"Okay." 

You turned and walked over to Ian, who held his phone in his hands. He shook his head at you slowly as you climbed up the side of the house, using the vines that had overgrown on the brick wall to get up onto the roof.

"This is a dumb idea," Ian said. 

"We're young, we can handle it," you said, struggling to get all of the way up there.

"Being young still means you could die," he reminded you.

"Thanks for that," you replied. 

You shakily scooted to the edge of the roof and let your feet dangle. Luckily for you, you and Barley lived in a super small one story house and the roof was only a few feet from the grass. You'd witnessed your husband attempt "parkour" by leaping from the roof to the pond in the neighbor's yard several times since you'd moved in.

"Okay, Ian, follow the action!" you said. "Ready?"

"I don't know," Barley said. "Seems a little crazy." He nodded slowly. "Just crazy enough to work."

"Action!" you exclaimed.

Ian stepped back as he started to film and Barley ran up to the edge of the roof. You dramatically placed your hand on your heart. "Help me, Sir Barley of Lightfoot, help me! The dragon is coming! He's coming and he's going to burn this entire castle to the ground!" 

"What dragon?" Ian mumbled. 

"We will CGI it in later," Barley said. 

"Don't worry, beautiful princess! I will save you." He ran forward and opened his arms. "Jump!"

Ian couldn't allow himself to look as you slid rather than jumped off the roof and landed in his arms. However, Barley almost missed you and the two of you fell into the bushes, both shaking with laughter. 

"Are you okay?" Barley asked. 

"Hey, you saved me," you said breathlessly. You laughed. "I'm okay." 

"You guys." Ian shook his head as he stopped the recording. "That was really dumb. Can we be done for the night?"

"No, I think we can do better. Maybe add in a grand finale kiss in there somewhere." Barley helped you up and you nodded at him as he rubbed his chin in thought. 

The youngest brother rubbed his head as he felt a cluster headache form. "That's... no---"

Barley raised a finger. "No, she has a point. We really want to sell this romance. Also, I think I should be riding in on a unicorn. Maybe this is our chance to really train that unicorn! What do you think?"

"Oooh! There's always that one eating our trash. We should just see if we can get him over here."

"What is wrong with you guys!?" Ian asked. 

"We're young, dumb, and we believe in my dreams." Barley raised up his hand and you gave him a high five. "This is what marriage is all about, little brother." 

"Yeah." You let your fingers intertwine with Barley's. "I love you, babe." 

"I love you too, beautiful," he said. He wrapped his arms around you and dipped you backwards. Your arm slung over his shoulders and he kissed you. 

Ian rolled his eyes. "You guys clearly don't know what marriage really is." 

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ok this was just something short and fun :-) it is based on season 4 episode 6 of parks and recreation "the end of the world" if u wanna watch it <33