#barrylupfic

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Nights like This [fic]

Fandom: The Adventure Zone Ship: BarryLup Rating: Everyone Prompt: He’s my son, I can read his diary Notes: hey uhhhh I’m the number one sucker for family feels, thanks

"Uhhh, babe?" Barry calls, sticking his head through the slightly ajar doorway, "whatcha- whatcha doin'?" Inside Lup has made herself at home on the bed that is far too small for her, absently flicking through a pristine little notebook. "Reading Angus' diary," she answers, not bothering to even look up, "why?" Barry steps in gingerly, as if he's afraid someone may see him, and glances around the impeccably organized room- one that he's been in before, but never without the room's occupant inviting him. "You, uh. You sure you should be doing that?" "Of course," Lup rolls her eyes, flipping to the next page, "he's my son, I can read his diary," she tells her husband without missing a beat, "gotta make sure the pipsqueak isn't gettin' into any trouble." As Barry sits down on the bed Lup lifts her legs to make room, bringing them back down on his lap. "Your son?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Our son, whatever, semantics." "Our son?" "Our son. You heard me." Lup glances up at Barry, giving him a questioning look, "is that a problem?" Barry responds quickly, shaking his head. "N- no, of course not!" He insists, "I just- I didn't know- when did you decide-?" Her eyes return to the notebook, "please, Bar, Angus has been my son since I met the little booger on the train that time. He just didn't know that yet, on account of me being stuck in an umbrella and shit. Besides," she flips a page, and when she speaks again, her voice is just a little bit softer, "we always wanted kids, didn't we?" A bashful smile spreads across Barry's face as he looks at his wife, his heart nearly leaping into his throat. "Uh, yeah," he clears his throat, trying to contain the enthusiasm that threatens to well over, "...yeah. We did, didn't we?" He doesn't miss the corner of Lup's mouth quirking up into the smallest smile. "Well, consider this as. Practice, then," she tells him, now blatantly refusing to meet his eye, "for when we have our own. One day. Soon. Maybe." Gods, she's trying so hard to be casual, "obviously Angus will always be our first. But. There could be more. And, frankly, I think raiding your kid's room is the most important thing to practice." "I, mmm, might disagree with you there," Barry laughs, and Lup buries her face further into the book to keep from laughing herself, "but I guess it's, uh, practice nonetheless." "Sir! And Miss!" A little voice rings out suddenly, drawing both of their attention. As they look up their eyes meet Angus himself, standing in the doorway, slowly lowering the wand he had clearly been clutching in defense. "Oh, you scared me for a second there! I saw that might door was open and was afraid someone terrible may have raided my room! But now that I see it's just you two, I feel much better!" He tells them with a smile, starting to walk in. "Angus!" Lup exclaims, sliding her leg's off Barry and tossing the notebook to the side as she moves to stand, "there's my little man! My little babe! My little bouillabaisse!" She grins as she makes her way over to him, sliding her arms around him to sweep him into a hug. "You're gettin' so big! The fuck has Taako been feeding you? Magic growing beans?" "N- no," he mumbles as Lup practically smothers him, "I- I do believe they're just normal beans, ma'am." As Lup sets him down he looks over at Barry, who just smiles and gives a little wave, and then over to his bed where his diary lies face down on the covers. "But, ah, can I ask what you're doing in my room? And is that- is that my diary?" Lup laughs and ruffles his hair, much to Angus' dismay. "Don't worry about a thing, little man," she tells him, turning him around and taking him by the hand, "how 'bout us two go make some tasty fuckin' cookies and make Uncle Taako hella jealous, huh?" A little reluctantly, Angus lets Lup lead him back out of his room, "a-alright," he agrees half heartedly, "but you... you don't really need to hold my hand yo-" Before he can finish Lup leans down close to him, a threatening smile stretching across her face, "how 'bout you just hold my hand and don't fuckin' complain, huh?" She then turns back to Barry, giving him a much sweeter smile, followed by a wink. "And I'll see you tonight." Barry just gives a little chuckles and waves as Lup leads Angus away. Once he's sure they're far enough gone Barry gives a soft sigh and lets himself slump down onto the bed, running a hand over his face. "We'll work on it," he murmurs to himself, just as another soft smile graces his mouth.

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Better this Time [fic]

Fandom: The Adventure Zone Ship:BarryLup Rating: Teen Prompt: I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship Notes: I love these two so goddamn much yo (good lord I can’t believe it’s not a Yona fic)

"I think," Lup mumbles, pushing Barry down to lounge across his stomach, "you're forgetting who wears the plants in this relationship." A smirk cracks her lips as she runs her fingers through his hair, all too pleased with herself and the position she's put them in.

Below her, Barry can't help the blush that spreads across his cheeks. His fingers dance shyly up her thighs and along the hem of her skirt, hiking it up ever so slightly. "I-", he starts, and then stops, glancing away from Lup's face.

The action makes her pull away slightly to look down at him questioningly. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Barry."

"I- It's nothing!"

"Noooo," Lup rolls her eyes and groans, moving to sit back on his thighs. "You started to say something and now you have to tell meeee." She softly pounds her fists on his chest in a mock fit, "you have to tell me- or else."

Barry glances back at her, a curious look on his face. "Or else... what?"

The grin she gives him is toothy and mischievous and it makes the hair on his arms stand on end. "Or else..." her hands spread flat on his skin, fingers skimming down his chest, "I'll..." they trail lower, down to his stomach and along the soft hair just below his belly button, making him shiver.

"Ah, Lup," he chokes out, hands tightening around her thighs. When her fingers meet the button of his pants he moans, unable to help himself. "Lup, pl-"

"Do this!" she exclaims suddenly, fingers flying from his pants to his sides faster than he has time to comprehend.

Lup howls with laughter as she tickles him, forcing Barry to laugh along with her until he can barely breath. "Ah- aha-," he wheezes, trying to swat at her unrelenting hands, "stop! Lup, ahah, stop! I'll tell you I'll tell you!"

She does, in fact, stop at his surrender, though her ear to ear grin remains firmly plastered on her face. "Well?" She asks, leaning back down over him, "what's up pudding cup?"

Barry purses his lips, still a little embarrassed, and averts his eyes from her again. His hands fall again to grip at her skirt, twisting the fabric in his fingers, and he mumbles something under his breath- just low enough that even with her superior elf hearing, Lup still doesn't quite catch.

"Come again?"

"I wear the pants in this relationship."

There's a heavy pause as she cocks an eyebrow at him, propping herself up on her hands. "...what?"

Barry looks back at her, looks her directly in the eye, and states again, "I wear the pants in this relationship." And, oh god, he's so red. Like, redder than their robes red. "I literally wear the pants in this relationship." He tugs at her skirt gently, as if to prove a point, "you only ever wear skirts. I am literally the one who wears the pants in this relationship."

For a minute Lup has no idea how to respond to this, so she just sort of. Gapes at him. Because. Well. He's not- he's not wrong, she considers, he is the one who quite literally wears the pants between them. But she. She just didn't expect. Such- such a good come back from him...

Barry watches Lup carefully as she takes in what he just said, concern that he had upset her growing with every passing second. "Uhh, Lup?" He asks, biting at his lip, "you- you good?"

Lup moves a little at the sound of his voice, blinking slowly at him as she comes out of her shocked stupor. "Barold," she states firmly, and for a split second Barry really, truly thinks he's upset her, "that was- the absolute best come back you have ever had." And then she's laughing- so hard that tears start to gather in her eyes.

The breath of relief Barry lets out is audible and the poor man takes a split second to let his racing heart calm down before he's smiling, a soft chuckle on his lips. "I'm, uh, glad you liked it." He laughs with her, blushing just a little. "Not gonna lie, Lup, I thought you were real mad at me for a sec there for making such a shitty joke."

"Pffffttt," she scoffs, rolling her eyes, "au contraire, my dearest Carebear, I'm very proud of you. Seems like you might finally be catching up to your's truly." She bends over and snatches his glasses off his face- tossing them onto his bedside table as she leans closer to his face, "catchin' me by surprise. I dig it."

Her hands find his hair again and Barry can't help but swallow hard as she presses a kiss to the side of his mouth. "But, you know," she murmurs against his skin, "I really don't think either of us should be wearing the pants in this relationship right now. Or anything at all, for that matter."

Barry gives a more than enthusiastic nod in agreement.

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Well Acquainted with the Darkness [fic]

Fandom: The Adventure Zone Ship: BarryLup Rating: Teen Prompt: I can’t see anything Notes: This was supposed to be sad but ended up not at all

Lup huffs as she knocks the back of her head against the wall of the cave, curling her legs up against her chest. 

Perfect, she thinks, letting her head lull to the side, just perfect.

If her stupid, fucking robes hadn’t caught that stupid, fucking stalagmite she wouldn’t have gotten hit square in the face with that stupid, fucking light spell that creature had cast at her. 

“I should have gone with a jacket,” she murmurs to herself, dragging her hand down her face. 

Luckily the spell itself was weak- probably meant for little more than to surprise an enemy in order to make an escape- but hitting her where it did had done its damage. After she got her fireball off and effectively scared away the creature she got the chance to do damage control, only to find that what she hoped had been temporary blindness… did not seem to be the case.  

“Maaaan,” she groans, rolling over onto her side, “this suuuucks.”

She lets herself sprawl out on her back on the floor of the cave, covering her face with her hands to make a muffled noise of frustration. What was she going to do now? Just sit and wait and hope someone would come looking for her? It wasn’t like she could go looking for a way out on her own- she didn’t even know exactly how deep in the cave she was, and what with her luck today she’d just end up wandering even farther into it.

In her frustration Lup’s hand finds a rock and chucks it blindly. What she doesn’t expect is the yelp of surprise that follows the action.

“Well, jeeze, if you wan’t me to leave you could'a just said something.” Barry’s voice rings out from the darkness. Lup hears the encroaching footsteps come to a halt a few yards in front of her, “uh, Lup? You alright there?” He asks, and Lup can hear the undertone of worry in his words.

“Yeah, my man, never better,” she says sarcastically, waving an arm as she sits up, “just, ya know, layin’ around in a fuckin’ cave. Just chillin’. Relaxin’.” She frowns and glares in what she assumes to be his direction, “no big fuckin’ deal here no of course I’m not fucking okay.”

She listens as his footsteps start again, this time a little more hurried as he makes his way toward her. “What, uh, happened?” Barry asks, kneeling down next to her, “are you hurt? Can you walk?”

Lup can’t help the scoff that leaves her lips as she wraps an arm around Barry’s shoulder, letting him pull her up to stand. “Some dumbass piece of shit got me with a light spell,” she tells him, “wouldn’t’ve done much except it got me right in the face.” She waves her hand in front of her eyes, “can’t see shit, captain.”

“Aw, jeeze,” Barry responds, wrapping an arm around Lup’s waist to steady her, “I’m sorry, Lup. Hopefully Merle’ll have some way to patch ya up once we get back to the ship.”

“I fuckin’ hope so. I don’t wanna be stuck doing shit for the next ten months.” “You’ll be alright,” Barry promises her, moving to let go of her waist, “the crew’ll- we’ll help you around no matter what, ya know.”

Before Barry can pull away completely Lup leans further into him, forcing him to keep a grip on her. “What, you’ll take turns being my guide dogs or something?” She presses her face closer to his, tightening her grasp around his shoulders, “do you wanna be my guide dog, Bar?” She asks mischievously, and even without her sight she knows just how red she’s made Barry go.

“I- I didn’t say-”

“Does that mean I can get you a collar and leash?” Lup asks, chuckling under her breath, “with a name tag on it and everything?”

“Come on, Lup, don’t-”

“I’m sure you’d make a great dog, Carebear. You’d get lots of treats.”

“I wouldn’t make-”

“And I’d like to think I’d make a good master,” Lup considers, “don’t you think? Wouldn’t you want me… to be your master, Barry?” There’s a pause, and then she hears the embarrassment in Barry’s voice as he responds with “…please don’t bring this up to anyone else on the ship.”

Lup can’t help the howling laughter she lets out the entire way out of the cave.

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Nothing to Say [fic]

Fandom: The Adventure Zone Ship: BarryLup Rating: Everyone+ Prompt: I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing Notes: just a lil one

"I bet you can't go 24 hours without cussing," Barry challenges, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he looks at Lup, who has just finished with one of her daily violent cursing storms. Today it had been in the kitchen where, upon discovering one of their other crew mates had damaged a pan beyond repair ("so early in the cycle this time!"), she had let her incredibly colorful and imaginative expletives fly free.

From across the room, breathing hard and still holding the pan, Lup stares at her boyfriend as she begins to calm down. For a few minutes she doesn't respond- she just looks at him as she starts to straighten, letting her racing pulse slow as she gets a hold of herself. Her position relaxes and she lets the arm with the pan fall to her side as the other rests on her cocked hip.

"Fuck, you're right." Lup lets the pan drop to the floor with a loud clatter, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she turns and walks out of the room, leaving Barry to wallow in stunned silence.