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The Ciphers (HeroForge) Format: Alias//Real Name 1. Doctor Vitae//Leivur Sørensen. He/Him. Thai-Faroese super-genius. The result of a freak accident involving stem cells and a thunderstorm, the ‘Perfect Storm’ has spent months perfecting and releasing medicinal marvels that changed the world. He was offered a spot in the Ciphers, which he only took for resources and a better lab. As Doctor Vitae, he primarily heals and enhances his teammates. In a pinch, he will fill another Cipher’s role by using a potion that approximates their capabilities. One such example is his ‘Crimson Elixir’, which when ingested gives him the approximate speed and strength of his associate, Impale - at the cost of a few years of his life.

2. Impale//Lucian Cross. He/Him. British-American vampire. Lucian Cross was the son of two prominent hematologists. After a particularly rough night out, he awoke in his bed coated head-to-toe in blood. After this, he found his hunger for blood insatiable. He refused to hurt innocents, and so targeted criminals in the New York underworld. Eventually, he was seen as an unsung vigilante hero in the city. In return for the promise of a blood-supplement substitute, Lucian joined the Ciphers. He was the unofficial leader of the team, as well as the main stealth agent that the Ciphers had. His ability to shift in smoke allowed him access to many locations the others could not gain access to - without force, that is.

3. The Rite//Chizue Kubo (久保 千津恵). She/Her. Japanese swordswoman. Chizue is armed with an incredibly dangerous and sharp blade. However, only those closest to her know it’s true origins. The sword is as old as time, having once been lodged in a mythical stone. It was called Clarent, and had been removed from it’s prison by Arthur Pendragon, who it then killed in the hands of Mordred. Over the years, Clarent grew saddened and angry at it’s forced betrayal, honing it’s edge and anger both. In her hands, Kubo was able to harness the ceremonial blade in combat to turn the tide of any battle. The blade thirsted for war, despite Chizue’s misgivings on violence. However, she knew that it was better to use it and regret it then to not use it and regret it more. On the team, Kubo is the hand-to-hand expert. She’s able to mow down entire mobs of enemies in seconds with her unparalleled skill. 

4. Fortune//Zénaïde Sauvage. She/Her. French spellcaster. Zénaïde was born to a noble Rench family, and despite her cheery outlook on life tended to look down on those less fortunate than her. Due to this, one particularly haggard lady cursed her to suffer her own misfortune - the next day, Sauvage was shocked to find herself harnessing magical powers. These powers were a boon, allowing her to complete tasks with ease. However, once her family discovered her casting spells she was ordered to leave and never return. In shame, she left. Over the months, she practiced her spellcraft, finding that a whittled wand best to focus her chaotic powers. Once she had as full control as she could manage, the witch found herself approached to join the Ciphers. The ability to use her curse for good was a wish come true, so she joined in a heartbeat. Her role was to be a ranged combatant and crowd-control expert. She could use powerful magic to clear an entire city in a heartbeat if needs be.

5. Chronicle//Adwin Dunne. They/Them. Aboriginal Australian immortal artist. The final Cipher to join the team. Adwin’s power was not as flashy or powerful as the others. They shared immortality with Lucian, but had none of the strength nor traversal powers. However, they had something none of the others had. Adwin could feel no pain. Eventually. Whenever their body was harmed, the damage was quickly transferred to a self-portrait named Well Dunne. Over time, even the pain of injury was transferred. Anything that could harm the body was squirreled away immediately. As such, they were an invaluable asset to the team. At first, they were to be the handler of the Ciphers. The idea was, if they couldn’t feel pain then torture wouldn’t get information out of them. However, as time passed Dunne had undertaken special training to become a sort of fill role in the team. They could fight hand-to-hand, shoot a sniper from a considerable range, and even was taught by both the pharmacist and the witch how to create their own type of healing supplies. As such, they joined the field team and thus, the Ciphers were complete. Until one day, the weren’t.

#characters #ocs #hero #cipher #story writing #heroes #superhero #immortal #vampire #alchemy #witch #knight #i wonder if anyone can discern where i got the character ideas from

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#achievement hunter #trevor collins #matt bragg #ahfanart #ah fanart #my art #queuestuck #the fear in their voices akjshakjdh I love them #also I changed my mc trevor design a bit #I just gave him pants lmao

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AH/FAHC Teams

I was really getting into writing for the FAHC universe, then my hearts was torn out. I won’t say his name, but I will say that until this year he was my favourite AH member. What he did disgusts me, and I am so incredibly proud of those who have spoken out about their experiences. You are far stronger than I could ever hope to be.

I feel lucky that the one story I did post didn’t heavily involve him. I am tempted to delete the Sweet Sauce story, rewrite it to no longer include him at all, and repost it. In fact, I’ll likely do that soon.

However, I’ve been rewatching some of my favourite older videos that don’t have him in it. This is how I found Sweet Sauce in the first place. And while I cannot watch the video with the origin of Sweet Sauce, I will maintain that lesser-known teams like this are great. Another such team I have found that I love is a three-person team.

Rampage, Hit-And-Run and Genocide, The Waffle Brothers.

In my mind, this is a tactic that the Fakes use to throw the police off the scent. if the crew needs to pull off some job, but are desperate to not have their names attached to it, then the Waffle Brothers resurface in Los Santos. A mysterious crew who got their name when they pulled off a heist in an old waffle vendor van, these three hooligans tend to hit smaller jobs than the Fakes. Unlike the infamous gang, the LSPD have no leads on the identities of Rampage, Hit-and-Run or Genocide. They know these code names from a Waffle-themed tag that was left at one of the scenes.

What the police certainly don’t know is that the three Brothers that make bank in the waffle van are Axial, the Golden Boy and Rimmy Tim. The only connection is that Rimmy and Genocide have similar styles. They are both chaotic and messy in their approach to their work, leaving a maelstrom in their wake. Golden Boy and Hit-And-Run are somewhat similar in their mannerisms and work ethic while on a job, but when he’s a Waffle Bro, Hit-And-Run tends to play more into the chaotic than even Golden Boy normally would (unless he’s on a job with Supernova). But it was the calm and sarcastic Axial that no one would ever pick as Rampage. When he dons the yellow Waffle Brothers mask (which is hideous, absolutely on purpose), he becomes just as chaotic as Rimmy, if not more in some cases. For Axial, he gets to let loose with his friends, which is more than enough for him to fully embrace the maniac inside.

The jobs that the Waffle Brothers are pulled out for are ones that generally involve a lot of destruction and mayhem, and Mogar either isn’t available or isn’t willing to do it. So, the three Waffle-themed villains will ride around town, a loud melody blaring through the van’s speakers as they cause severe damage to a lot of public property as a cover for when they actually steal from their target. This creates an MO entirely different from the Fakes, which are usually more planned escapades.

The best part about the Waffle Brothers, at least to the three members, was when they were doing it for the first time. And somehow, all of them showed up to the garage to get in one of Rimmy’s vehicles with something themed around waffles. Golden Boy was wearing a t-shirt an old friend had made with a waffle on it, Axial was eating one that he’d pulled out of the freezer and let thaw a little bit, and added some peanut butter and jelly to, and Rimmy Tim had been given a new waffle-themed face mask as a joke that he wanted to wear to make Axial laugh. All three found it hilarious that they somehow coordinated the waffles, and when Golden Boy suggested that they steal and use a waffle vendor van for the heist, the others loved it and thus, the Brothers were born.

However, the three say that don’t remember where the names Rampage, Hit-And-Run and Genocide came from.

I got this idea from the end of the It Made Me Draw Farts! Drawful video. The Waffle Brothers/Waffle Morons/Waffle People is one of my legit favourite moments in any Jackbox game they’ve played. Since this was my first time watching it since I had read up on, and began writing for, the FAHC, I really wanted the Waffle Brothers to be a thing. So, I came up with this super quick.

Hope people like this, or find something they want to use in it. I would have written a proper story about this, but I’ve been busy with writing an original story, and also I’ve been burned out on the FAHC stuff a little. Next FAHC post should, hopefully. Thanks!

#fahc #achievement hunter #fahc matt #fahc gavin #fahc jeremy #matt bragg #gavin free #jeremy dooley #waffle #waffle brothers #drawful

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The Cipher Dilemma

A new story! I’ve been playing around with these characters for a while. Superheroes have always been something I enjoyed reading and watching. I had the idea for this team, in which I had planned to tell the origins and eventual journey to the team-up for the Ciphers. However, I just watched the Umbrella Academy, and I fell in love with the idea of meeting all of the heroes after their time in the sun has passed. I quite confident that I have differentiated these characters from those in the Umbrella Academy. There are some parallels, but those are more thematic than they are direct. For example, I have a character who is a junkie, but they are not the same person as Klaus. Klaus is a quirky figure who uses drugs to numb his power. My character, Adwin, is a timid and shy person who uses drugs as a way to feel something, since they are unable to feel anything, or be injured. Both use drugs due to the effects of their powers, but they are, I believe, justifiably drastically different characters. I guess I’m writing this as a way to ensure that I will continue on this journey. I’ll probably do a rewrite of this story fifteen times. Which, admittedly, is better than the zero times I usually rewrite. But I have quite a cool plot, I believe. Not to mention a cool method of giving history and context to the world/characters. And, I have the motivation to do something with all that. Which, I’ll admit, is better than the dozen other story ideas I generally dump after a month. Regardless, I’ll post some updates with character information when I get the chance.

I’ll be seeing you!

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#Story #Original Story #Cipher Dilemma #OC #Cipher #Dilemma #5af #hwfhp ymj htij

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FAHC: Sweet Sauce

This is my first time writing for the FAHC. I haven’t really ever written anything like this before, but after reading some of the stories on Tumblr and watching a GTA I had missed from months ago, I was inspired to cover a duo that I haven’t seen on here. Hope you enjoy!

Axial never really goes in the field. Not because he doesn’t want to, nor because he’d be incredibly less effective than any of the others. He tends to hang back to work on the comms and hacking for the team because he knows he’s the best at it. No one else could co-ordinate the communication between the chaos within The Fakes, it takes someone with a will of steel like him to ignore all of the snark and push back with both authority and advice. He also knew that, without specific instructions, no one else in the gang could hack into any targeted building like he could. He also is one of the best at on-the-fly adapting when shit goes south and a plan needs to change. When it comes to field duty, however, he makes exceptions on special occasions. In particular, he will go into the field if requested. 

As it turns out, Matt’s actually pretty adept in at more than just communications, planning and hacking. He’s a stellar driver. This fact wasn’t well known to The Fakes until he trounced them in another Mario Kart tournament, to which a drunk and furious Mogar loudly proclaimed that he could outrace Axial in real life any day of the week. Once everyone was sober, Michael doubled down – and got beaten by Axial. It was a close race, since Michael was brilliant at driving, but Axial had something he didn’t. Knowledge. The hacker knew the city like the back of his hand due to his life on the streets, and once he was told the destination he knew every turn and how to safely make them. Everyone was stunned, as Michael shook Matt's hand with a smirk, calling him a piece of shit. 

Matt only drove for the crew on missions when requested personally, leaving his communications job to The Boss while he would hack remotely from the car. He’s only ever done so for three people, up until this point. Once for Rimmy Tim, since he knew it would be fun. Once for The Golden Boy, because he knew he’d get a good laugh out of it. And once for The Sauce. Almost everything in The Fakes was an unofficial competition. Who got the most kills on a job, who could escape the cops the quickest, even who could piss off The Vagabond first. And there was no one more competitive in the group than Alfredo. Even though these contests meant little-to-nothing, they meant everything to him. He had to win.  And, most of the time, he would. So, when he was told the next job involved multiple hits at different locations, utilising teams of one gunman and one driver, he knew exactly who was going to drive him. 

Convincing Matt wasn’t as hard as The Sauce had thought. Deep down, he had a competitive streak that was just shy of Alfredo’s. All it took was the promise of victory over Gavin, Jeremy and even The Vagabond to convince him. It was getting everyone else on board with having one of their least experienced members in the field to leave the penthouse, to go on a mission with just one other person, that was harder. They knew he could handle the driving job, but they also figured there must be a reason he locked himself in his room during a Heist. The pressure could get to him, and that could get one or both of them hurt. Besides, he’d only ever driven before and this particular job required the use of covering fire from the driver to assist in the gunman’s run inside. As far as The Fakes knew, Axial had no training with a gun. 

With a face that reminded the others of the calm before a storm, Matt pulled out a pistol no one had ever seen on him and cleanly shot three of The Kingpins most expensive vases on the other side of the room in as many shots. As he put his gun away without a word, everyone was quick to agree – Axial was on the mission. 

The robbery teams were; Axial and The Sauce, or 'Sweet Sauce’; Supernova and The Golden Boy, or 'Chungə'; and Rimmy Tim and The Vagabond, or 'The Battle Buddies'. Each team would be simultaneously hitting a different building. Each building was the home of one of the many idiotic celebrities living in Los Santos, those with lots of money and little security. The plan was to steal as much expensive looking gear and/or cash as possible and leave. This was, in turn, a distraction for the main job. With the simultaneous big-name robberies, the police would be spread incredibly thin, allowing Mogar and the Pilot, or 'The Betting Buddies', to 'covertly' enter LSPD headquarters to locate and take information the cops have compiled on The Fakes. Or, as covertly as one could do a job like this with Michael. 

Once Alfredo had recruited Matt to his team, he began to really play up the sense of rivalry they all had. He made sure they all knew the newly christened ‘Sweet Sauce’ were planning on doing everything the best. Fastest to the house, fastest in, most cash grabbed, fastest back to HQ. He enthused with the utmost confidence how they were going to destroy everyone – with a silent grinning Axial standing behind him. The others eventually got riled up enough that they laid down a bet. The team who did each aspect of the job the best would win $1000. Everyone involved in the job, even The Boss and The Wildcard who would both be staying at the penthouse as comms and backup respectively, put in cash to make a prize pool of $3000. Due to the constant feed that would be going to The Boss, he was going to be in charge of timing each team’s work. Michael and Jack then began a betting pool to see who would win the most cash, for those who weren’t participating to have some fun too. In the end, only The Kingpin placed a bet on Sweet Sauce. Everyone thought Matt too inexperienced and Alfredo too cocky. But, for some reason, Geoff saw something different. 

The job was simple, and it went off without a hitch. Each team did their job even better than they normally would, since they had a lot riding on it. Chungə tried to focus on just getting one part as fast as possible. As such, they broke every speed limit and ran every red light to get to their house the fastest. And they succeeded, beating both Sweet Sauce and The Battle Buddies to their destination, both earning $500.  

The Battle Buddies, however, wanted to humble Alfredo, and figured with Matt on the job it would be fairly easy. Even so, not wanting to take the risk, they tried their hardest at getting each aspect as quick as possible, with Rimmy behind the wheel and The Vagabond storming the woefully unprepared home to rob it of as much as he could, before they raced home at record pace. 

They were shocked to see Sweet Sauce had arrived in the garage just seconds before them, with two full duffel bags of loot. Axial and The Sauce had worked incredibly well together, even more so under pressure. It was Matt’s idea for them to take a gamble and both storm the house. If it worked, they’d clear it quicker and they could steal double the gear. The risk was potentially losing their car, which was one of The Sauce’s personal vehicles. Shockingly, he didn’t bat an eye at the idea. Even if, at most, he was only going to make $1500 on this bet and would be losing a far more expensive car the victory itself would be absolutely worth it. And so, they executed their plan to perfection. Axial found the most simplistic and expedient route to their target, they both entered the premises with guns blazing, loaded up their bags and left in complete unison with Alfredo behind the wheel, Axial giving him directions from the passenger seat. Even though he was famously not as good at driving, the two of them wanted to rub in their victory. Matt and Alfredo had just gotten $1000 richer. 

Their victory in two of the three categories had pipped Geoff as the biggest victor in the betting pool, winning a cool $400. After returning from the successful police headquarters heist, Michael was thrilled to learn he won $200 by betting on Chungə. Everyone else don’t make any winnings by betting on ‘the sure bet’ of The Battle Buddies, much to Jack’s dismay. 

This was not the first time that Axial would work out in the field with The Sauce. Doing this job was one of the many reasons that the resident computer expert had decided to be out in the field. It didn’t hurt when The Vagabond tried desperately to earn his winnings back, and The Sauce requested his assistance again. They wouldn’t always work together, but whenever they did it was damn near impossible to top them. 

Hope you guys liked it! I don't know how much FAHC I will be writing, but this was a fun thing I liked in my head. I might try to write more dialogue next time. This sort of recount style fit this story but I want to try my hand at figuring out these characters a little more. If I do more, I think I'll probably focus on Axial/Matt. No surprise, but the boys my favourite.

#fahc #fahc fanfiction #matt bragg #alfredo diaz #michael jones #ryan haywood #gavin free #fiona nova #jeremy dooley #jack pattillo #geoff ramsey #trevor collins #lindsey jones #achievement hunter #fake ah crew #fahc vagabond #fahc matt #fahc jack #fahc gavin #fahc michael

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Becoming Complacent (Dipifica Fanfic Chapter 4)

A few days passed, and Pacifica was beginning to adjust to life with the Pines rather well. She really wasn’t as adverse to the chores as she and the others thought she might be, and being able to investigate the mysteries of the town with Dipper and Mabel had proven to be more fun than she could have imagined. It might have had something to do with Dipper being there with her and insisting on being a gentleman whenever he could, or Mabel allowing her brother and Pacifica space to enjoy such things, but she was having the time of her life at the Mystery Shack.

Pacifica was not ignorant however. She was well aware her parents would find her, and try and take her home. She didn’t know what she would do if that were to happen. She couldn’t exactly not go with them, could she? They were her parents after all, and the wealthiest people in Gravity Falls, possibly even in the entirety of Oregon. So there was no way anyone would be willing to help her, not with either a threat or a bribe. No, she knew that she’d have to return to Northwest Manor eventually. Pacifica would have to make the best of her time with Dipper and the Pines family.

Pacifica sighed as she swept the floor of the gift shop. Dipper was absolutely amazing. For the first time in her life she actually felt that someone not only cared about her for her, but actually loved her. The smile that crept on Pacifica’s face every time her boyfriend told her he loved her, accompanied with the warm feeling in her chest, made leaving her home and parents worth it.

Of course, Preston and Elise Northwest would not abide by their relationship. A commoner like him with a Northwest? Absolutely not! They would find the entire concept of their daughter dating Dipper absurd and most likely would forbid her from ever seeing her beloved Dip. That alone would hurt Pacifica more than any other punishment that her parents could conceive of. And that was what she was afraid of. Losing her boyfriend. Especially after only just getting him.

“Why the long face, Pacifica?” She was shaken from her thoughts as she felt a hand on her shoulder, soon followed by a light poke of her nose. “Womp!” Mabel was in front of her, wearing her brand new sweater with a pine tree the same as Dipper’s hat, a shooting star over the tree and a llama in the leaves. Pacifica had laughed the first time she saw it – her friend certainly had creativity.

Pacifica was used to plastering on a fake smile, and as such immediately put up her usual mask. “Oh, nothing Mabel. Just thinking about that creature yesterday.”

Mabel seemed unconvinced for a moment if the small frown on her face was any indication, and the blonde girl was afraid her friend could see through her lie. She hated lying to her friends, but she refused to show any weakness to them. She was unsure why she had kept this part of her parents’ lessons, but she felt wrong opening up to Mabel and even Dipper.

Mabel however quickly smiled again and nodded. “The spriggent? Yeah, he was weird. He was all,” she then puffed up to look like a giant, and failing as she put on a ridiculous deep voice, “stay out of my forest! You have been warned, flesh people! Begone, lest I slay thee!”

Pacifica couldn’t help her giggle at her friend and her over-the-top acting. Mabel’s smile grew wider, knowing she had calmed her friend down. “Here Pacifica, let me finish that. You should go hang with Dip!”

Pacifica shook her head almost immediately, still giggling slightly. “No, I promised Mister Pines that I’d finish sweeping the floor.”

Mabel winked. “Who did you promise? Grunkle Stan or Grandpa Stan?”

Confusion flooded the blonde’s face. “Uh… Grunkle?”

Mabel laughed and took the broom. “Puh-lease. Grunkle Stan would be disappointed if you didn’t break his promise. Now go,” she told her friend conspiratorially. “Say hi to Dipper for me!”

As she walked away, Pacifica looked back at her friend. “Weren’t you just up there with him?”

“Yup!”

Pacifica just scoffed. Despite everything, she had resolved that she would never figure out how Mabel’s brain had worked. She climbed the stairs to the attic where she heard Dipper talking to himself softly.

“No, no. Can’t be that. Maybe fire? No, that’d be too easy. Should ask Grandpa Stan, he might know…”

Pacifica opened the door and sat next to her best friend, and boyfriend. He didn’t even notice, too enthralled to even notice her beside him as he tried to figure out whatever issue was plaguing his mind.

“What am I missing? What is its weakness?” Dipper’s voice was almost a whisper, as he chewed his pen. She smiled softly. Dipper was trying to figure out the weakness of the spriggent they had encountered.

Dipper was right. A creature completely made of wood and leaves that was alive would have some form of natural defence against fire. From what she knew of the monsters in that Journal he had, it was never too easy. So, she decided to try and help.

Looking back on the encounter, Pacifica found she was hardly able to remember anything. She had remembered that they had been looking for a certain flower that supposedly allowed the person who picked it to see the future – an Orachid – and had stopped in a grotto type area. She had been leaning against a rather mossy tree that had suddenly began to move. They had moved back towards the entrance, Dipper stepping in front of the terrified Pacifica.

The living tree had begun to threaten the children. The scared girl didn’t hear what it said, but held onto her boyfriend’s sleeve tight as she shook slightly. They had ran for the entrance which had begun to overgrow with vines and roots, and they managed to escape. The vines followed the trio for a time but retreated as they got too far.

As she was reminiscing the somewhat harrowing experience, she realized two things. One, the danger and fright of the situation was thrilling. Her heart didn’t race that fast unless she was kissing Dipper. She loved it!

And two, she connected some dots. The grotto the spriggent lived in was dark and damp, and had been long enough to build up moss. The vines and roots seemed to stop chasing them when the area got brighter. And she figured it out.

“Sunlight!”

Dipper jumped in shook and Pacifica blushed, but chuckled at his shocked expression as he looked at her. “Paz! W-when did you get here?”

She smirked at him. “A few moments ago, Dip. But, I figured out your problem for you! The spriggent is afraid of sunlight!”

Dipper’s stunned look faded into one of thought. “The darkness, the moss… The chasing stopped at the sunlight!” He grabbed Pacifica by the face. “Paz, you’re a genius!” He kissed her cheek and smiled. “I love you!”

Her subsequent smile and repeated pecking kisses all over his face made Dipper smile even more. “I love you too, Dipper!” Pacifica almost yelled as she covered him in kisses.

Yes, Pacifica could get very used to this life, even if she knew it would come to an end sooner rather than later.

YVSR VF RNFVRE RIREL QNL, OHG VF GUR YYNZN URER GB FGNL?

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I play games on YouTube as well. Small self promotion. If you like Minecraft or Pokemon, come watch. If not, whatever. All good.

Just occurred to me that you may have not known I was a male. I hope this is not a bad thing for you. 

#playing games #being cool #not really #minecraft #pokemon #i'm a guy #is that okay #I hope so

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Feelings (Dipcifica Fanfic Chapter 3)

Just to clarify, Much Needed Comfort, Ursa Major and this chapter are all part of one fanfic now. I originally had it as a oneshot, but the ideas kept coming. Thus, chapter 3! —————

You could hear a pin drop in the upstairs bedroom of the Mystery Shack. Dipper Pines’ face was beet red, as was Pacifica’s. Mabel had been standing in the same spot for almost ten minutes, looking between them as if she were watching a game of tennis. After his not so secretive admission to his new friend, the tension in the room had elevated a lot. Pacifica hadn’t said anything, and Dipper was starting to worry.

He couldn’t take it back, could he? It was far too late for that. But he couldn’t handle the silence. Could he pass it off as a joke? No, that might be too much for her right now. Well, that settled it then.

Time to be a man.

“Pacifica, I –”

“Dipper, I –”

They looked at each other, both stopping in shock as Mabel squealed, apparently now recovered. “You two are so adorable! Naw!” she pushed them together on Dipper’s bed, yelled, “Match made!” and ran out of the room to go and tell Waddles about everything that had happened.

Dipper was fidgeting quite a bit. “Are you okay, Pacifica?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine Dipper. It’s just…” She looked at him, eyes watering slightly. “Did you mean it?”

He scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously. “Well… Yeah. I did. I mean, you’re very nice. Not at all like I thought you were. And, you seem to like hanging out with me and stuff. I dunno, I know it was sudden, and probably dumb but,” he was looking away now, “I mean it. I love you.”

She flew into him in a massive hug as she cried, and Dipper looked down at her. “No one’s ever told me they loved me before, Dipper.”

That one sentence broke Dipper Pines’ heart.

Neither of them knew how long they sat there, the young blonde being held by her first friend. She was crying, but both of them knew that it wasn’t from anger or sadness. Dipper was whispering to her, telling her that he would always care for her and make sure she was happy.

At some point, Grunkle Stan had walked in and upon seeing the two of them, smiled and left. He could ridicule the boy later. Right now, they both needed the privacy.

Pacifica had stopped crying after a few minutes, but it felt like hours to them. “Thank you, Dip. I… I don’t know what to say.”

Dipper pulled back from the tight embrace and looked into her eyes. “You don’t have to say anything,” he told her. “That’s what love means, Paz. It’s unconditional.” With that, he took a leap and, with a deep breath, kissed her forehead. “No words necessary.”

Dipper saw her face turn red as she looked at him, her mouth slightly open. She then looked down and mumbled something. Dipper thought he heard what she said but didn’t want to believe it. “W-what did you say, Pacifica?”

Pacifica looked at him. “I love you too, Dipper.”

Dipper’s stomach twisted as she said it, and he couldn’t help the smile on his face. “You do?!”

She looked at him. Normally, she would be sarcastic or incredulous. But right now, she was vulnerable. “Is that okay? I thought I should tell you.” She flinched instinctively and Dipper felt a pang inside him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No! It’s okay!” Dipper said, desperate to get her to be happy again. “I’m really glad, honest.” Dipper took her face in his hands, and smiled brightly at her. “I’m proud of you, Paz.”

The smile that appeared on her face made Dipper’s heart melt, but he wasn’t expecting her next move. Maybe it was the fact that they were so close to each other, maybe it was her vulnerability. Or maybe it had something to do with the admission of love that they had made. But what she did next shocked him.

She kissed him.

Pacifica knew why she kissed him. It was a combination of everything, but mostly the feel of Dipper kissing her forehead. She hadn’t felt someone do that in a long time, and in that moment she knew that Dipper was someone she felt very strongly about. It helped that he was so cute when he smiled, and the feel of his calloused hands on her face made her insides melt.

The kiss lasted a few seconds only, and when they separated they both look abashed. But neither could hide their smiles for long. Dipper’s massive beam and Pacifica’s more reserved grin carried with them downstairs and to the kitchen, where Dipper’s family sat eating breakfast.

Grunkle Stan, Grandpa Stan and Mabel were all engrossed in their pancakes until the two made their way into the kitchen. They were too busy looking away from each other to see Mabel’s silent giggling, Stanford’s knowing grin or Stanley’s stoic look, which became a look of slight disdain.

This girl was not the kind of person he had hoped his grandson would associate himself with. He knew where he was from, the Northwest family. He knew everything about the shady past of that household. Stanley would trust Dipper’s judgement, and Stanford had told him that she had a pretty rough time recently. So, maybe she was different than that punk, Preston. Time would tell.

Dipper pulled a seat for Pacifica who thanked him, and then got a plate of pancakes for her. He noticed there was hardly any of the food left for him, but it didn’t matter. Not today.

Dipper sat next to Pacifica and the group ate in silence. Dipper finished his long before Pacifica, and the rest of the Pines’ had left to do some chore that Stanford needed done. Dipper was reading the third Journal when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Pacifica had a piece of pancake on her fork, which was held in front of his mouth. “Open up, Dip.”

Dipper shook his head. “No, it’s yours. I had enough.”

Pacifica looked disgruntled. “You are a growing boy. Plus, you’re already skinny enough. I have more than enough on my plate, so open up.” He shook his head again and she sighed. “Idiot.” She then leant forward to kiss his cheek.

Dipper was shocked and inadvertently, his jaw dropped and she pushed her fork into his mouth. “Eat it, Dipper.”

He blushed, and swallowed the food down as he held his cheek. “Was that necessary? Someone could’ve seen us!”

Pacifica looked shocked, then sad as she looked down. “Well, I thought you wouldn’t mind if people knew. But if you’re really that ashamed of me, then that’s fine.”

Sipper immediately realised his faux pas. Of course Pacifica had thought that. “No, it’s not like that at all Paz.” At her gloomy, unbelieving look he grabbed her hand. “Honestly, I have no reason to be ashamed of you. But,” he looked at her with a sad smile, “I’m not exactly a boyfriend to be proud of, am I?”

Her response of immediate disapproval and reassurance was silenced. “No, I know it already. I’m a nerd with noodle arms,” he waved is limp arms at her and she laughed. “I spend too much time obsessed with mysteries and reading. I thought maybe you’d not want people to know. You know, to save face.”

Pacifica scoffed, a smug look on her face. “Oh, you’re so right. A girl like me could, like, never be seen around a boy like you. You’re so,” she pointed at his clothes, “like, filthy. A proper girl like a Northwest should stay away from filth like you.”

Dipper was not dumb by any means. He knew what she was saying was not meant to insult or hurt him. She was making a point. “Alright, I get it.”

She smiled. “I’m not that girl, Dipper. And I certainly don’t care about your arms, or your clothes or how obsessed with that journal you are. To me, that adds to who you are. And that makes you my amazing bo –” She stopped herself. “Friend. My friend.”

He smiled at her, then looked tried to look sad. “After this morning, you think we’re just friends?”

She blanched and froze on the spot. “W-well, I mean, it’s a bit much to think that just after a morning we’d –”

Dipper kissed her on the lips, just as she had done earlier. As he pulled away from the shocked Pacifica, he smirked. “Just shut up, Northwest. I’m you’re boyfriend.” He then kissed the back of her hand, grabbed his Journal and left the room, calling back to her. “Get used to it!”

She sat at the table for a while, just smiling as she rubbed the back of her hand. She eventually took a deep breath and, with the biggest smile she had ever had, followed her boyfriend out of the room.

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Feelings (Dipcifica Fanfic Chapter 3)

Just to clarify, Much Needed Comfort, Ursa Major and this chapter are all part of one fanfic now. I originally had it as a oneshot, but the ideas kept coming. Thus, chapter 3! —————

You could hear a pin drop in the upstairs bedroom of the Mystery Shack. Dipper Pines’ face was beet red, as was Pacifica’s. Mabel had been standing in the same spot for almost ten minutes, looking between them as if she were watching a game of tennis. After his not so secretive admission to his new friend, the tension in the room had elevated a lot. Pacifica hadn’t said anything, and Dipper was starting to worry.

He couldn’t take it back, could he? It was far too late for that. But he couldn’t handle the silence. Could he pass it off as a joke? No, that might be too much for her right now. Well, that settled it then.

Time to be a man.

“Pacifica, I –”

“Dipper, I –”

They looked at each other, both stopping in shock as Mabel squealed, apparently now recovered. “You two are so adorable! Naw!” she pushed them together on Dipper’s bed, yelled, “Match made!” and ran out of the room to go and tell Waddles about everything that had happened.

Dipper was fidgeting quite a bit. “Are you okay, Pacifica?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine Dipper. It’s just…” She looked at him, eyes watering slightly. “Did you mean it?”

He scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously. “Well… Yeah. I did. I mean, you’re very nice. Not at all like I thought you were. And, you seem to like hanging out with me and stuff. I dunno, I know it was sudden, and probably dumb but,” he was looking away now, “I mean it. I love you.”

She flew into him in a massive hug as she cried, and Dipper looked down at her. “No one’s ever told me they loved me before, Dipper.”

That one sentence broke Dipper Pines’ heart.

Neither of them knew how long they sat there, the young blonde being held by her first friend. She was crying, but both of them knew that it wasn’t from anger or sadness. Dipper was whispering to her, telling her that he would always care for her and make sure she was happy.

At some point, Grunkle Stan had walked in and upon seeing the two of them, smiled and left. He could ridicule the boy later. Right now, they both needed the privacy.

Pacifica had stopped crying after a few minutes, but it felt like hours to them. “Thank you, Dip. I… I don’t know what to say.”

Dipper pulled back from the tight embrace and looked into her eyes. “You don’t have to say anything,” he told her. “That’s what love means, Paz. It’s unconditional.” With that, he took a leap and, with a deep breath, kissed her forehead. “No words necessary.”

Dipper saw her face turn red as she looked at him, her mouth slightly open. She then looked down and mumbled something. Dipper thought he heard what she said but didn’t want to believe it. “W-what did you say, Pacifica?”

Pacifica looked at him. “I love you too, Dipper.”

Dipper’s stomach twisted as she said it, and he couldn’t help the smile on his face. “You do?!”

She looked at him. Normally, she would be sarcastic or incredulous. But right now, she was vulnerable. “Is that okay? I thought I should tell you.” She flinched instinctively and Dipper felt a pang inside him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No! It’s okay!” Dipper said, desperate to get her to be happy again. “I’m really glad, honest.” Dipper took her face in his hands, and smiled brightly at her. “I’m proud of you, Paz.”

The smile that appeared on her face made Dipper’s heart melt, but he wasn’t expecting her next move. Maybe it was the fact that they were so close to each other, maybe it was her vulnerability. Or maybe it had something to do with the admission of love that they had made. But what she did next shocked him.

She kissed him.

Pacifica knew why she kissed him. It was a combination of everything, but mostly the feel of Dipper kissing her forehead. She hadn’t felt someone do that in a long time, and in that moment she knew that Dipper was someone she felt very strongly about. It helped that he was so cute when he smiled, and the feel of his calloused hands on her face made her insides melt.

The kiss lasted a few seconds only, and when they separated they both look abashed. But neither could hide their smiles for long. Dipper’s massive beam and Pacifica’s more reserved grin carried with them downstairs and to the kitchen, where Dipper’s family sat eating breakfast.

Grunkle Stan, Grandpa Stan and Mabel were all engrossed in their pancakes until the two made their way into the kitchen. They were too busy looking away from each other to see Mabel’s silent giggling, Stanford’s knowing grin or Stanley’s stoic look, which became a look of slight disdain.

This girl was not the kind of person he had hoped his grandson would associate himself with. He knew where he was from, the Northwest family. He knew everything about the shady past of that household. Stanley would trust Dipper’s judgement, and Stanford had told him that she had a pretty rough time recently. So, maybe she was different than that punk, Preston. Time would tell.

Dipper pulled a seat for Pacifica who thanked him, and then got a plate of pancakes for her. He noticed there was hardly any of the food left for him, but it didn’t matter. Not today.

Dipper sat next to Pacifica and the group ate in silence. Dipper finished his long before Pacifica, and the rest of the Pines’ had left to do some chore that Stanford needed done. Dipper was reading the third Journal when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Pacifica had a piece of pancake on her fork, which was held in front of his mouth. “Open up, Dip.”

Dipper shook his head. “No, it’s yours. I had enough.”

Pacifica looked disgruntled. “You are a growing boy. Plus, you’re already skinny enough. I have more than enough on my plate, so open up.” He shook his head again and she sighed. “Idiot.” She then leant forward to kiss his cheek.

Dipper was shocked and inadvertently, his jaw dropped and she pushed her fork into his mouth. “Eat it, Dipper.”

He blushed, and swallowed the food down as he held his cheek. “Was that necessary? Someone could’ve seen us!”

Pacifica looked shocked, then sad as she looked down. “Well, I thought you wouldn’t mind if people knew. But if you’re really that ashamed of me, then that’s fine.”

Dipper immediately realised his faux pas. Of course Pacifica had thought that. “No, it’s not like that at all Paz.” At her gloomy, unbelieving look he grabbed her hand. “Honestly, I have no reason to be ashamed of you. But,” he looked at her with a sad smile, “I’m not exactly a boyfriend to be proud of, am I?”

Her response of immediate disapproval and reassurance was silenced. “No, I know it already. I’m a nerd with noodle arms,” he waved is limp arms at her and she laughed. “I spend too much time obsessed with mysteries and reading. I thought maybe you’d not want people to know. You know, to save face.”

Pacifica scoffed, a smug look on her face. “Oh, you’re so right. A girl like me could, like, never be seen around a boy like you. You’re so,” she pointed at his clothes, “like, filthy. A proper girl like a Northwest should stay away from filth like you.”

Dipper was not dumb by any means. He knew what she was saying was not meant to insult or hurt him. She was making a point. “Alright, I get it.”

She smiled. “I’m not that girl, Dipper. And I certainly don’t care about your arms, or your clothes or how obsessed with that journal you are. To me, that adds to who you are. And that makes you my amazing bo –” She stopped herself. “Friend. My friend.”

He smiled at her, then looked tried to look sad. “After this morning, you think we’re just friends?”

She blanched and froze on the spot. “W-well, I mean, it’s a bit much to think that just after a morning we’d –”

Dipper kissed her on the lips, just as she had done earlier. As he pulled away from the shocked Pacifica, he smirked. “Just shut up, Northwest. I’m you’re boyfriend.” He then kissed the back of her hand, grabbed his Journal and left the room, calling back to her. “Get used to it!”

She sat at the table for a while, just smiling as she rubbed the back of her hand. She eventually took a deep breath and, with the biggest smile she had ever had, followed her boyfriend out of the room.

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Feelings (Dipcifica Fanfic Chapter 3)

Just to clarify, Much Needed Comfort, Ursa Major and this chapter are all part of one fanfic now. I originally had it as a oneshot, but the ideas kept coming. Thus, chapter 3! ---------------

You could hear a pin drop in the upstairs bedroom of the Mystery Shack. Dipper Pines’ face was beet red, as was Pacifica’s. Mabel had been standing in the same spot for almost ten minutes, looking between them as if she were watching a game of tennis. After his not so secretive admission to his new friend, the tension in the room had elevated a lot. Pacifica hadn’t said anything, and Dipper was starting to worry.

He couldn’t take it back, could he? It was far too late for that. But he couldn’t handle the silence. Could he pass it off as a joke? No, that might be too much for her right now. Well, that settled it then.

Time to be a man.

“Pacifica, I –”

“Dipper, I –”

They looked at each other, both stopping in shock as Mabel squealed, apparently now recovered. “You two are so adorable! Naw!” she pushed them together on Dipper’s bed, yelled, “Match made!” and ran out of the room to go and tell Waddles about everything that had happened.

Dipper was fidgeting quite a bit. “Are you okay, Pacifica?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine Dipper. It’s just…” She looked at him, eyes watering slightly. “Did you mean it?”

He scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously. “Well… Yeah. I did. I mean, you’re very nice. Not at all like I thought you were. And, you seem to like hanging out with me and stuff. I dunno, I know it was sudden, and probably dumb but,” he was looking away now, “I mean it. I love you.”

She flew into him in a massive hug as she cried, and Dipper looked down at her. “No one’s ever told me they loved me before, Dipper.”

That one sentence broke Dipper Pines’ heart.

Neither of them knew how long they sat there, the young blonde being held by her first friend. She was crying, but both of them knew that it wasn’t from anger or sadness. Dipper was whispering to her, telling her that he would always care for her and make sure she was happy.

At some point, Grunkle Stan had walked in and upon seeing the two of them, smiled and left. He could ridicule the boy later. Right now, they both needed the privacy.

Pacifica had stopped crying after a few minutes, but it felt like hours to them. “Thank you, Dip. I… I don’t know what to say.”

Dipper pulled back from the tight embrace and looked into her eyes. “You don’t have to say anything,” he told her. “That’s what love means, Paz. It’s unconditional.” With that, he took a leap and, with a deep breath, kissed her forehead. “No words necessary.”

Dipper saw her face turn red as she looked at him, her mouth slightly open. She then looked down and mumbled something. Dipper thought he heard what she said but didn’t want to believe it. “W-what did you say, Pacifica?”

Pacifica looked at him. “I love you too, Dipper.”

Dipper’s stomach twisted as she said it, and he couldn’t help the smile on his face. “You do?!”

She looked at him. Normally, she would be sarcastic or incredulous. But right now, she was vulnerable. “Is that okay? I thought I should tell you.” She flinched instinctively and Dipper felt a pang inside him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No! It’s okay!” Dipper said, desperate to get her to be happy again. “I’m really glad, honest.” Dipper took her face in his hands, and smiled brightly at her. “I’m proud of you, Paz.”

The smile that appeared on her face made Dipper’s heart melt, but he wasn’t expecting her next move. Maybe it was the fact that they were so close to each other, maybe it was her vulnerability. Or maybe it had something to do with the admission of love that they had made. But what she did next shocked him.

She kissed him.

Pacifica knew why she kissed him. It was a combination of everything, but mostly the feel of Dipper kissing her forehead. She hadn’t felt someone do that in a long time, and in that moment she knew that Dipper was someone she felt very strongly about. It helped that he was so cute when he smiled, and the feel of his calloused hands on her face made her insides melt.

The kiss lasted a few seconds only, and when they separated they both look abashed. But neither could hide their smiles for long. Dipper’s massive beam and Pacifica’s more reserved grin carried with them downstairs and to the kitchen, where Dipper’s family sat eating breakfast.

Grunkle Stan, Grandpa Stan and Mabel were all engrossed in their pancakes until the two made their way into the kitchen. They were too busy looking away from each other to see Mabel’s silent giggling, Stanford’s knowing grin or Stanley’s stoic look, which became a look of slight disdain.

This girl was not the kind of person he had hoped his grandson would associate himself with. He knew where she was from, the Northwest family. He knew everything about the shady past of that household. Stanley would trust Dipper’s judgement, and Stanford had told him that she had a pretty rough time recently. So, maybe she was different than that punk, Preston. Time would tell.

Dipper pulled a seat for Pacifica who thanked him, and then got a plate of pancakes for her. He noticed there was hardly any of the food left for him, but it didn’t matter. Not today.

Dipper sat next to Pacifica and the group ate in silence. Dipper finished his long before Pacifica, and the rest of the Pines’ had left to do some chore that Stanford needed done. Dipper was reading the third Journal when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Pacifica had a piece of pancake on her fork, which was held in front of his mouth. “Open up, Dip.”

Dipper shook his head. “No, it’s yours. I had enough.”

Pacifica looked disgruntled. “You are a growing boy. Plus, you’re already skinny enough. I have more than enough on my plate, so open up.” He shook his head again and she sighed. “Idiot.” She then leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

Dipper was shocked and inadvertently, his jaw dropped and she pushed her fork into his mouth. “Eat it, Dipper.”

He blushed, and swallowed the food down as he held his cheek. “Was that necessary? Someone could’ve seen us!”

Pacifica looked shocked, then sad as she looked down. “Well, I thought you wouldn’t mind if people knew. But if you’re really that ashamed of me, then that’s fine.”

Sipper immediately realized his faux pas. Of course Pacifica had thought that. “No, it’s not like that at all Paz.” At her gloomy, unbelieving look he grabbed her hand. “Honestly, I have no reason to be ashamed of you. But,” he looked at her with a sad smile, “I’m not exactly a boyfriend to be proud of, am I?”

Her response of immediate disapproval and reassurance was silenced. “No, I know it already. I’m a nerd with noodle arms,” he waved his limp arms at her and she laughed. “I spend too much time obsessed with mysteries and reading. I thought maybe you’d not want people to know. You know, to save face.”

Pacifica scoffed, a smug look on her face. “Oh, you’re so right. A girl like me could, like, never be seen around a boy like you. You’re so,” she pointed at his clothes, “like, filthy. A proper girl like a Northwest should stay away from filth like you.”

Dipper was not dumb by any means. He knew what she was saying was not meant to insult or hurt him. She was making a point. “Alright, I get it.”

She smiled. “I’m not that girl, Dipper. And I certainly don’t care about your arms, or your clothes or how obsessed with that journal you are. To me, that adds to who you are. And that makes you my amazing bo –” She stopped herself. “Friend. My friend.”

He smiled at her, then looked tried to look sad. “After this morning, you think we’re just friends?”

She blanched and froze on the spot. “W-well, I mean, it’s a bit much to think that just after a morning we’d –”

Dipper kissed her on the lips, just as she had done earlier. As he pulled away from the shocked Pacifica, he smirked. “Just shut up, Northwest. I’m you’re boyfriend.” He then kissed the back of her hand, grabbed his Journal and left the room, calling back to her. “Get used to it!”

She sat at the table for a while, just smiling as she rubbed the back of her hand. She eventually took a deep breath and, with the biggest smile she had ever had, followed her boyfriend out of the room.

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Ursa Major (Dipcifica OneShot)

Pacifica snuggled up to her pillow which she usually did as she slept. She could smell the faint smell of pen ink and paper, and smiled into the warm pillow as she held it closer to her.

Wait, why was her pillow warm? And why did it groan as she squeezed it?

She opened her eyes and saw a red shirt. Suddenly, she remembered everything. Leaving the manor with Dipper, staying at the Mystery Shack, talking to Dipper and…

Sleeping in his bed.

Her eyes now wide open, she was worried. Would he got the wrong idea? Dipper’s hands were wrapped around her stomach, which did make her feel safe. But she didn’t want him thinking she liked him or something. Not that it would be such a bad thing, she supposed.

No, she couldn’t think like that. Not after he’d been such a good friend to her, and given her a place to stay. It might make him leave, or something. She couldn’t handle losing him, even if he looked utterly adorable when he was trying to solve a problem.

She shook her head, and tried to pull away but Dipper pulled her closer and somehow tightened his grip on her. Despite herself, she smiled. Well, one morning can’t hurt. And she did feel like someone finally cared about her. She decided to snuggle into him more, smiling.

That’s when she heard a few different sounds that she did not expect. Her own content sigh, the click of a camera and Dipper, in his sleep, saying, “Pacifica…”

“Oh. My. GOD! This is super cute!” The sound of Mabel’s excited voice seemed to make Dipper at least stir a little, before waking up. “So, you two. How did this happen, huh? Huh?”

It seemed Dipper was still sleepy as he just held Pacifica tighter, making her yelp slightly, as he grumbled at his sister, “Leave me alone, Mabel.”

“No! Not today, bro-bro! Not when you’re cuddling up to a pretty girl, in your bed, and saying her name in your sleep!” Mabel then begun to take more pictures. Pacifica didn’t want either of them to know she had been awake, that would be too embarrassing. So she closed her eyes, and tried her best to look like she was asleep.

“What are you talking about, Mabel? It’s just my pillow.” He sighed again, and rested his head in the top of hers. Apparently, feeling her hair on his chin made Dipper realize something wasn’t right. He slowly opened his eyes, looking down at the motionless form of Pacifica Northwest who had a small smile on her face, snuggled up to him. Her hair was messy, and the make-up on her face was smudged slightly.

He screamed, pushing her away and backing away, falling out of the bed. Pacifica couldn’t help herself as she burst out laughing, which blew her cover of being asleep. Mabel started laughing too, and Dipper stood up blushing profusely.

“Wait, you were awake Pacifica?” Dipper asked, even more embarrassed than he was before.

It was her turn to be embarrassed. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, I should’ve woken you up Dipper.”

Mabel decided to chime in at that point. “Didn’t seem like you wanted to do that when you snuggled up to Dipper and sighed, Pacifica!” Dipper paled at that, and Pacifica was unable to even look at the male Pines twin. “And you, Dip! Moaning her name like that. You should be ashamed!” Mabel seemed to guffaw louder at her brother’s stammering reaction.

And then Dipper realized that Pacifica had heard him talk in his sleep.

His immediate over-explanation about everything was too much for the Northwest girl. She lost it, laughing with Mabel at Dipper’s face.

“Who we laughing at this time?” Stan had poked his head into the room. “Dipper again? You grow an extra millimetre or somethin’, Mabel?”

Dipper smacked his forehead, and Mabel laughed harder. She took the elder Pines downstairs, telling him what she had seen. His laughter was heard throughout the whole house. Pacifica wiped at her eyes as she looked at Dipper, who was still red in the face with his hand on his forehead.

“What’s that on your forehead?” she queried after noticing something red under his hand. His look of shock almost made her regret asking.

“Nothing, nothing at all! Just a silly birthmark thing, nothing important.” He had turned away from her, flattening his hair down to cover it.

She smiled, not used to him being shy. “Come on, Dipper. Show me.”

“No, I can’t. I can’t.” He seemed to be breathing heavier, and Pacifica began to sense his anxiety.

“Why not? I bet it’s not that bad.”

“I can’t, Pacifica. I’ll be a freak to you.” His breathing started to get into the hyperventilate territory, and she quickly turned him around on the bed.

“Dipper Pines, you idiot. Aren’t we friends?” At his hesitant nod, she smiled. “So you could have a tattoo of that old homeless man on your head, I’d never think of you as a freak.”

He swallowed and took a deep breath. “Promise?” At her affirmation, he lifted his hair up. Pacifica couldn’t contain her gasp of shock, which made him flinch and attempt to cover it up. But she stopped him, holding his hair up herself.

“Ursa Major.” He nodded. “Oh my god. It is!”

“Yeah… It’s dumb, I used to get bullied a lot over it. Ugly, right?” Dipper replied, looking at the ground as he scratched his neck.

“No, it’s amazing!” she smiled at him. “This is perfect!” At his confused look, she elaborated. “Well, I didn’t link your name back to the constellation. But, it all makes sense now! When I was a kid, I loved stars. I used to sneak up to the roof and look at them all.” She dropped his fringe down as she looked wistfully out the triangular window. “I loved the Ursa Major constellation more than anything. It was so pretty! I even named my only stuffed animal after it, Ursa my llama. And now,” she looked at her friend, blushing, “Ursa Major has saved me.”

Dipper blushed in response. “Saved you? How?”

Pacifica sighed, smirking at him. “You can be thick, Pines. You gave me a place to stay, and helped me escape my parents. And,” she smiled even more, all embarrassment gone now, “you held me. You showed me someone does care. And you protected me, even though I’m not anything important.”

“That is not true, Pacifica.” Dipper placed his hand on hers, also not feeling any worry over the situation anymore. “You are important. You saved my life that night, with the ghost. You saved my sister.” He looked her straight in the eyes, and she could tell he meant it. “You’re the best.”

He wasn’t expecting the quick kiss on the lips she then gave him. He just sat there, his mouth agape as she smiled. “Thank you, Dipper. You’re seriously the first person to ever say such nice things about me.” She then hugged him. “Could I sleep in your bed again tonight? If not, I understand… But I haven’t slept that well in, like, ages.”

Dipper smiled weakly as he recognized that feeling at the pit of his stomach. It was the same feeling he used to feel whenever he saw Wendy. And now, it was because of Pacifica. “Y-yeah, sure. Whatever you need, Pacifica.”

Her laugh made his head spin. “You should call me Paz, Dip. It’s much easier.”

Dipper felt weak. Why did he like her? Why did he have to get a crush or Pacifica of all people? Especially now, when she needed a friend more than anything else. He hugged her back, struggling not to whisper her feelings to her. “Okay, Paz.”

Pacifica was feeling a similar feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was the first time she’d felt this, but she already knew what it meant. She was scared of losing her friend, however, so decided to not let her feelings for Dipper known.

“Daw! You two are so adorable!” Another click accompanied the words from Mabel Pines, and Pacifica tried to pull away but Dipper held onto her, and whispered the words she had been wanting to hear her whole life. Not even her own parents had ever said them to her, but finally, whether he meant for her to hear it or not, Dipper had sad the words she longed so bad.

“I love you, Pacifica.”

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Much Needed Comfort (Dipcifica OneShot)

Pacifica sighed and closed her eyes as she lay on her bed. Any other day she’d complain about boredom, but she knew that was not a good idea. Especially considering she was grounded. Despite the fact that she had saved everyone attending the party and removed the curse on her family name, her parents did not think that it was as fantastic a move as she did. Her father in particular was extremely annoyed at her.

No, she wasn’t going to lie to herself. Her father was fuming at her. Not for putting herself in danger, but for going against his orders and allowing the ‘common-folk’ in to their home. And honestly, the fact that her father cared more about the family name then his own daughter hurt her more than any punishment or grounding.

In fact, when he had threatened to banish and disown her, she almost hoped he did. Because he was a father, but not her dad. She didn’t have a family, she didn’t have friends. And that’s why, as she lay on her bed with her eyes closed, Pacifica Northwest wept silently.

If her father heard her crying, she’d be punished even further. She absentmindedly reached and grabbed the toy she used as a security blanket when she was younger, her stuffed llama. She had named him Major as a child, and even though they disapproved of the childish name (apparently it was too childish for a five-year-old) her parents allowed the name. And since then, she had held it close to her chest whenever the pressure of her parents became too much, and today was definitely one of those days.

As she held Major to her heart, she thought about her loneliness. She had always felt like this, ever since she was a toddler. Even back then, her parents’ expectations were so high, and when she had failed them, they had shown her how disappointed the Northwest’s could be. She had not placed in a toddler pageant, and that was when her father had first used the bell.

Oh, that bell. She hated it so much. Just hearing it made her hairs stand on end. Her parents had never hit or hurt her physically, but that bell had traumatized her more than they could ever fathom. It was the look in her father’s eyes, that look of disappointment and rage that flashed in her mind whenever that bell rang out. It was her mother’s look of disgust at her failure of a daughter that made her cringe. That metallic clanging sound was her greatest fear in life.

Pacifica opened her bloodshot eyes, and sniffled. She couldn’t think of a time when she felt alone. Then, she remembered Dipper. Despite his awkwardness and him being a nerd and an idiot, she had really liked being around him. It was the first time in a long time she had smiled a true, real smile. And she had smiled so much. It was actually fun! For the first time, she felt like she had a real friend.

Suddenly, she heard a faint chime in her mind and flinched. No, he wasn’t her friend. No one could be her friend, not a stuck-up girl like her. Besides, what would a guy like Dipper, who was busy with his paranormal investigations, and who had a loving caring family want to do with a girl who up until a week ago had done nothing but hate and anger him and his sister?

She sat up, still softly crying. Dipper was not her friend, she knew that. All of a sudden, she heard a tap at her window. Then another. She wiped her eyes, and put on her angry face. She stomped over to the window of her bedroom on the fourth floor, opening it and yelling down at whoever was throwing rocks at her. “Listen, I do not have the time for this right now so just leave me alone!”

“Pacifica! Hey!”

She looked down, and instantly regretted her harsh words as her eyes and face softened. “Dipper? Why are you here…?”

Dipper smiled at her, not able to see her red eyes from the ground, not to mention it was almost dark. “I thought you might be lonely, so I came to visit. But I figured your parents may not appreciate seeing me any time soon, so I thought I’d do this instead.” His bright smile was enough to make Pacifica’s own smile broaden, and he could only just make it out from the ground. “Wanna come down here? You can come over to the Mystery Shack for the day if you’d like. Your parents would only know if they came to check on you. Will they find out?” Dipper asked nervously, know regretting even coming. He was asking Pacifica to purposefully anger her parents, who were already angry at them both anyway.

As she just stared at him he tried to backpedal. “You know what, never mind! You just stay there, I don’t want you getting in trouble, so I’ll just go and –“

“Wait there!” She called down to him, and ran back into her room. He waited a few minutes, and started to wonder if Pacifica was even going to come back. He heard a thump, and saw a large suitcase beside him. Then he looked up to see Pacifica Northwest climbing down the side of her house, another bag slung over her shoulder. He watched in awe as she gracefully descended to the ground, dusted herself off, and hugged him tightly.

He blushed heavily, but decided to try for a joke. “Do I get a bribe to forget this one too?”

Her soft giggle was reward enough. “No, idiot. This one’s free.”

“Why the bags, Pacifica?”

She shook her head as she pulled away from her first real friend, and smiled. “I don’t want to be here anymore. This place isn’t my home, it’s a prison.” She then blushed, looking at the ground. “Do you think that um, Mister Pines would let me stay at that Shack for a while? I mean, if there’s room or whatever, I don’t want to be a hassle.”

Dipper smiled, and picked up the suitcase that she had dropped out her window. “If he doesn’t we’ll find you a place to stay. I wouldn’t want a friend to be alone. Especially in Gravity Falls.” Dipper bumped into her shoulder, and she blushed at him, returning the gesture as he laughed. “Grunkle Stan isn’t exactly known for his generosity, but I’ll try to convince him. And we have a spare room, but it’s only got one bed.”

Pacifica almost tripped. “W-what do you mean by that? Why would I need more than one bed?” Her mind was racing, hoping that Dipper wasn’t suggesting what she thought he was. There was absolutely no way that she was sharing a room with a boy, no matter how nice or cute he was. She almost tripped again as she realized she had thought him cute, but was drawn out of her thoughts by Dipper’s response.

“Well, considering you’ve been locked up in that house for a week, I figured you’d want a roommate when you went to sleep. You know, for comfort.” He was looking forward so he didn’t see Pacifica’s blushing face. “So I figured Mabel could keep you company in the attic, and I’ll take the spare room. Or the lounge, depends.”

Pacifica was part relieved and part disappointed, even though she would never admit that. “Oh, right! Well, I guess that would be okay.”

Dipper decided to tease his new friend. “Oh? Would you rather me, Northwest?” he asked, and winked overdramatically.

Her blush and stutter was not what he was expecting, and he apologized profusely, proclaiming it a joke. As she stared at the ground with a beet red face, an errant thought ran through his head. Could she… Actually like him?

No, that’d be impossible. A girl like Pacifica Northwest would never have any feelings for him. With all of her money and her blonde hair and pretty face and –

Wait, no! He shook his head, trying to drive the thoughts out of his head. Little did he know that Pacifica was doing the exact same. Her mind kept thinking about how nice and helpful Dipper was being, and how she might actually prefer him over Mabel. Because she knew him better, of course. Not for any other reason at all.

They walked in silence for a moment, before Pacifica spoke up, still blushing like mad. She mumbled something softly, face somehow getting redder. “What was that?” Dipper asked, worried that his friend might be getting sadder.

“I said,” she whispered, “could you stay instead of Mabel, please?”

Dipper stopped walking, shocked. “What did you say?”

Pacifica, now looking slightly mad, stopped and turned to him. “Listen, I know you better than Mabel, and other than that mini-golf game I’ve never even hung out with her. But at the party, with the ghost, I had so much fun with you. And I know I can trust you! So please, just for tonight stay with me?” She had walked towards him during her speech, her handing grabbing his.

Dipper was amazed, and a little nervous. Could he share a room with a girl that wasn’t his sister? This was exactly the scenario he might have dreamt up with Wendy, but that ship had sailed. But with Pacifica, who up until recently he had hated? He swallowed, and looked at her. “Of course, Pacifica.”

He couldn’t say no, not with what he knew she’d been through. If only for her sake, Dipper would endure the deep feeling of anxiety over the situation for her. And her full smile and resulting hug proved to him that he had done the right thing.

As they entered the Shack, once again in silence, they talked to Stan.

“Hehe, sure she can stay here kid. I owe ya one anyway, for lyin’ to ya anyway. So, the girl can stay here as long as she needs, free of charge.”

Of course, Dipper asked what the catch was as Stan was being unreasonably nice to someone he knew had access to a lot of money. “Well, she ran from home, Dip. If it’s that serious, it’d be wrong of me to take advantage of her.” This, while still odd, seemed to placate the younger Pines, as he left to show Pacifica the room. He missed Stan’s knowing smirk as they left, and his wistful sigh. “Ah, young love…”

As they reached the attic, he suddenly became very nervous. “So, uh… You sure you’re okay staying in here?”

She smiled. “Anywhere is better than the Manor.”

He nodded. It was for her. He shouldn’t be embarrassed. So what if it was the first time she’d been in his room? What did it matter that he might have left his clothes out on the floor or his bed? It was for her to feel safe. He took a deep breath and opened the door, letting her in ahead of him.

She decided to try and make a joke, noticing how tense he was. “My my, a Pines who actually has some manners. This is a first.” She walked into the room, nudging his shoulder as he chuckled a little.

“Well, with Stan and Mabel as the only other two you know I would be the only one, yeah.” He smiled, feeling better as he followed her in. “Just put your bag in the closet, it’s empty anyway.”

As she did, he did a quick survey. The room was mostly tidy, bar a few bits of his clothing on his bed. He also saw a note on his sister’s bed, which he grabbed and read to himself.

Hey Dipper! I’m going to stay at Grenda’s with Candy for a sleepover, so you get the room to yourself tonight! Don’t go crazy without me!

Bloop!

Mabel

After that was a crudely drawn picture of him frowning, with any arrow pointing at him which said ‘ALONE’. He sighed. Well, Mabel wasn’t even an option. At least he didn’t have to explain why Pacifica was sleeping in her bed to her until tomorrow.

“What’s that, Dipper?” Pacifica almost snatched it out of his hand, but stopped herself.

He smiled at seeing her trying to be more polite to him. “Mabel’s at her friends for a sleepover, so it’s just us.” He then grabbed his clothes of his bed, took his shoes off and lied down.

Pacifica looked lost for a moment. “Dipper, um… Where would I, like, be able to change into my pajamas?”

He blushed. “Oh, right. Well, the bathroom is on the bottom floor, or I could just leave until you change?” She affirmed she was okay with the latter, so he left and stood outside the closed door until she told him he could come back in.

Seeing her in sea green pajamas was an eye-opening experience for Dipper. She seemed to not notice his reaction as she prepared Mabel’s bed. “So, are we going to bed now?”

Dipper looked at the clock and, seeing how late it was, nodded. “Yeah, probably for the best.”

“Are you not going to change into your pajamas too, Dipper?” she asked, worried that her being there was making him not feel comfortable. He just laughed and took his jacket off.

“Done! I just sleep in these, it’s easier that way.” He then pulled the covers back and slipped in his bed, not noticing the incredulous look on Pacifica’s face until he was already in. “What?”

She just shook her head. “You are seriously weird, Dipper.”

He just laughed, and she soon joined in with him. Eventually, the laughter died down and they were lying in the darkness, neither of them able to sleep. Something seemed to be keeping Pacifica awake, and Dipper had already told himself that he would stay up until she fell asleep.

“Hey, Dipper?” Pacifica was staring at the roof of the bedroom, slightly blushing. “Have you ever, like, slept in the same bed as someone?”

Dipper blanched, then struggled for an answer. “W-well, I mean, uh… Sometimes, if Mabel or I have a bad dream. And when I was little, with my parents. So yeah, why?” Dipper was trying not to look at her, as he was certain she was doing the same.

“So, like, for comfort?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Huh,” she almost whispered, sounding slightly sad. “My parents never comforted me. They made me cry myself to sleep, saying that ‘A Northwest must forget they’re problems and face each day with a smile!’” She sniffled.

Dipper turned to her. “So… You’ve never had someone to comfort you at night, if you’ve had a bad dream or just can’t sleep?”

She looked at him, crying openly. “I’ve never had any comfort at all, Dipper.”

Dipper leapt across the room and held her close. To hell with it, she needed comforting and he was the only one there. “I’m so sorry, Pacifica. I’m here for you, okay?”

He almost didn’t hear her next question over the sounds of her sobs. “C-could I sleep in your bed with you, Dipper? Please?” Dipper Pines had never heard a more sad sound than Pacifica Northwest’s voice at that moment.

He didn’t reply, he just held her as he took her to his bed, laid down with her, and covered her up. She snuggled her head into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll keep you safe, Pacifica.”

It was worth the teasing from Stan, the blackmail pictures from Mabel and the never ending questions from Wendy and Soos. It was even worth having to explain it to his over-protective Grandpa Stan. He smiled as he heard her, just before they drifted off to sleep.

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One Shot Prompt

Kinda got stuck working on my series, and Gravity Falls has taken over my life again. So, anyone wanna give me some prompts? I wanna write but the writer’s block has destroyed my creativity again. So if you could, I’ll give it ago. Probably won’t do any Dipper/Bill or Mabel/Bill, as it’s just not really my thing. Thank you!

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Trust No One (Dipifica OneShot)

Dipper felt conflicted. He had discovered that his own grandfather was the author of the Journals, which made him happy beyond belief. But, he was also angry. So very angry.

Mabel had not listened to him in a matter that could’ve been life or death. She had trusted their Grunkle Stan, a professional con artist and convicted felon, over her own twin brother. And that hurt a lot as he thought that there was no way she would ever betray him like that. Then again, he was also angry at himself. For not trusting Stan.

Stan was doing what he had to do for his family, something he deemed was right. And yet, Dipper refused to believe him. And it almost cost his great uncle his one shot at his brother returning home.

It didn’t help that as soon as he returned, Stanley Pines confiscated the Journals for “revisions”, meaning he took Journal 3 from Dipper. He had also told his grandson to steer clear of the supernatural, unless he was around to protect Dipper. That made Dipper feel depressed somewhat, as he had proven time and again that he could not only protect himself but the whole of Gravity Falls. He knew that Grandpa Stan was just looking out for him but it was still an insult to his time spent looking for answers and hunting the paranormal in this town.

He had decided to go for a walk some time ago, but he was still not entirely certain where he was going. It didn’t really matter, he wasn’t going to sleep tonight anyway. Mabel would probably worry, and maybe the Stan’s might be concerned slightly, but it didn’t matter to him right now. Soos had offered him the keys to the cart, but he had refused. It was a walk he needed, not a drive.

How he ended at that spot he didn’t really know. He could see Northwest Manor from where he sat on the tree stump, the candles surrounding him from his failed exorcism had burned down to the wick. The rain fell down heavily, making his body shiver slightly as he brought his knees up to his chest, turning towards the forest. He sighed, trying his hardest not to cry as his back faced the Manor.

“Dipper?”

He jumped in surprise, but couldn’t turn to look at her. “Not now, Northwest.”

He could almost hear her sadness at the cold greeting. “What’s wrong?” He sighed. Of course she could tell. He still refused to turn towards her, especially now he had a tear slowly streaking down his face. “I walked all this way down here because I thought I recognized you, and –”

“Please, Pacifica. I’m really not in the mood right now. Just leave me alone, okay?” His voice broke a few times as he said this, more tears forming in his eyes as he heard her approach him.

He felt her hand on his right shoulder. “What happened, Dipper?” He turned his head left, and sobbed. “Don’t tell me to leave, or that you’re okay. I’m not going to go anywhere until you tell me why you’re crying. You don’t strike me as the crying type.”

He chuckled once, still crying. “I guess you’re right. Still, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough.” She sat down beside him, her hand leaving his shoulder as she scooted closer to him. “You didn’t leave me two nights ago. You sat down and told me what I needed to hear. So, I’m repaying the favor.”

He turned to her, eyes now red from crying. He saw her sad smile and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He started to weep openly, and leapt into Pacifica, hugging her tighter than she thought a human could, let alone Dipper Pines’ gangly figure. “I don’t know who to trust anymore.”

She sat there in shock for a moment, not entirely sure what he meant, but eventually she hugged Dipper back. “It’s okay,” she told him, rubbing his back awkwardly, “you can trust me.”

As Dipper sat there, holding a girl he used to hate as he wept on her shoulder, he realized he could indeed trust Pacifica Northwest. It wasn’t every day that he helped a young girl when she was at her weakest moment. And two days later, here he was, doing the exact same thing to her.

Dipper told her everything. The Journals, the paranormal activities, his great uncle’s secrets and his grandfather’s return from an alternate dimension. He told her of his insecurities about his family and trusting them, even trusting himself. And she listened. Truth be told, a week ago should would have never believed him. After a ghost tries to kill everyone in your house, however, you start to believe pretty much anything is possible.

Not once did either of them break their embrace. Dipper, who was still softly crying onto the shoulder of her jacket, had just revealed every secret he had to a girl he only just really had gotten to know. But somehow, he knew it would be okay.

“Do you want to know what I think, Dipper?”

Dipper lifted his head to look at Pacifica, only just now realizing how close they really were. “Sure.”

Pacifica pulled back from the hug, to Dipper’s slight annoyance, only to put her hands on his shoulders and look him dead in the eye. “Mabel is your sister. Your twin. Should she have listened to you? Probably, yeah. But she didn’t and everything is okay now. So forgive her.”

Dipper nodded. She was right, it really wasn’t Mabel’s fault anyway. No one but Stan knew exactly what was going on, so it made sense to trust him. He was family, after all.

“Secondly, Mister Pines – I mean, your great uncle, seemed to know what he was doing. If he had torn the universe apart, well, who would know? But he didn’t. Besides, how many universes would you destroy for your sister?” Pacifica asked as Dipper laughed, wiping his eyes.

“A few, three at least,” he replied, attempting to lighted the mood. It seemed to work, as it got his companion to giggle a little.

“Exactly! See, it’s only natural. Speaking of which,” she had returned to her calming voice, which made him blush as she stared into his eyes. “You had every right not to trust him! He had lied to you before, and he is a convicted criminal. So what if you feel like you betrayed him? Given his history, you had every right to!” She patted his hat. “Apologize to him, but tell him he deserved the reaction you gave him. Despite everything, I know he cares for you.”

Dipper looked into her eyes. “Why do you say that?”

She smiled. “Because I’ve been here with you for over an hour, and he’s just been standing there waiting.”

Dipper turned to see his Grunkle Stan standing in the rain, soaking wet. “Hey kiddo. We were all worried sick about ya back at the Shack so, uh… I came lookin’ for ya. Saw you and Miss Perfect were having a heart-to-heart so I left ya alone but uh, now you’re done can we get goin’? Kinda need a change of clothes and all…”

Dipper ran to his great uncle, and wrapped his arms around Stan’s waist. “I’m so sorry I doubted you Grunkle Stan, but really, you didn’t do much to gain my trust.”

Stan just laughed. “I hear ya, kid. You’re forgiven if I am?”

Dipper nodded. “Of course.” Stan chuckled, then made a kind of guttural groan.

“Listen Dip, ease up on the hug. I’m gonna need a new hip if you keep this up,” he said, only partly joking. As Dipper released his grip, mumbling an apology, Stan smiled at him, a true smile which his great nephew knew was rare for him.  “I’ll be in the car, say goodbye to your girlfriend. And thank her for me, okay?”

Dipper blushed. “She’s not my-“

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” As Stan walked slowly back towards his car, Dipper walked back over to Pacifica.

“Well, I gotta go back to the Shack now. So, um…” He was suddenly nervous. Why was he like this now? He had just spent over an hour holding her while he cried openly, but now that she was standing in front of him, he was almost shaking he was that nervous. “I guess I’ll see you around? If you’re not too busy, uh…” He scratched the back of his head. “Maybe we could like, uh, catch a movie or whatever? I dunno, if you wanna…”

She walked up to him. Every step she took seemed to last an eternity, until finally she was directly in front of him, her nose inches from his. “Oh, that’s just what I need!” she said, sarcastically. “Dipper Pines, asking me, a Northwest out on a date!” She smirked as he flustered, scrambling to ensure her it wasn’t a date, just two friends hanging out. She then kissed his cheek. “You idiot. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, sound good?”

Dipper was momentarily dumbfounded. He recovered enough to kiss her cheek in return, smile shyly, and reply. “S-sounds amazing, Pacifica. But are you allowed to? You know, after the whole party thing?”

Pacifica’s smile faltered. “Dipper Pines. I may be grounded for two weeks, but nothing will stop me from seeing a movie with you tomorrow. Understood?” At his gulp and nervous nod, she smiled. “Good. Now, I’ll choose the movie, you pay for tickets and food. Also, Mabel is not allowed to tag along. Okay? Fantastic. See you tomorrow.”

Dipper stumbled his way to the car, half from sleep deprivation and half from euphoria. Stan looked at him, smirking. “So, not your girlfriend huh? I saw you two bein’ all lovey-dovey over there, with the kisses. Made me wanna puke!” And with that, he drove back to the Mystery Shack, cracking up at his own joke as his great nephew just blushed and smiled in silence.

Dipper was asleep when he hit the bed, a good hour after returning back from his late night walk. Mabel had hugged him, hit him, and then hugged him again. Grandpa Stan was happy to see him alive, worrying that he was in some sort of supernatural danger. Soos felt like it was his fault Dipper was lost, and was very happy to see him safe and sound. Of course, Dipper wanted to leave the moment Grunkle Stan had started to talk about Dipper and Pacifica flirting. Mabel seemed to be over the moon, and Stanley was just smiling knowingly at the blushing pre-teen.

Dipper probably shouldn’t have chosen that moment to mention the date that he and Pacifica were going on the next day. All four of the people in the room with him were excited for him, too excited really. It was kind of creepy, if he was going to be honest. That’s when he had run to his room, laid on his bed and promptly fallen asleep.

Mabel rushed up after him. “Dipper! What are you going to wear? Are you gonna kiss her? When’s the wedding? Ooh! You have to name your firstborn child together after me!” She then looked confused. “Unless it’s a boy… Oh! Call him ‘Manbel!’” She laughed at her joke, then looked at the sleeping form of her twin brother. “Aw. He’s tired.” Mabel realized as she yawned that, being awake most of the night worried about Dipper, she was tired too.

As she flopped down on her bed in the attic, she looked groggily at her brother. “I’m happy for you, bro-bro.”

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Name: Kokoro Sunada Bio: Kokoro is the twin sister of Naitos, and one of the point-of-view characters in the story. She is a happy girl, who would do anything to make her brother smile, which he rarely does. She, along with everyone else, is unaware of Naitos’ secrets. Kokoro only has one dream; to be Drawn to be a Guardian. She loves to cook, and she is just as talented as her brother when it comes to combat. Age: 17 Relationship Status: Single Family: Naitos (brother), Jeffrey (adopted father) Associates: None (pre-Academy),  Jace, Hailee, Fenik, Sukuru, Aeau Blood Type: B Body Type: Lean, short, surprisingly quick

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Chapter 1

So here’s Chapter 1. I won’t be posting the full thing, just enough to get some constructive criticism. ———————————————————————————————————

Chapter 1

Naitos reached out to his alarm clock, and made the movement with his hand to shut the damned thing off. However, it didn’t seem to stop that irritating noise from being made. He groaned, and rolled over onto his back, opening his eyes.

He almost yelled at the sight of a pair of eyes staring back at him. However, the accompanying words were enough to reassure him.

“You’d better get up, Nai! It’s Drawing Day today!” Naitos repressed his sigh. Kokoro was so excited that she might be Drawn, that she was even more hyper-active than he was used to. It was almost funny how much she was bouncing around. Almost.

“For Pete’s sake… Look, just go down stairs and make breakfast or something, Ko…” He mumbled, yawning afterwards and rubbing his dark gray eyes. And as he opened them, she was standing in the middle of his room, smiling brightly.

“Nope! You’ll just go back to sleep!” Kokoro poked her tongue out at him. “I’m not silly, bro!”

He sighed and sat up. “Fine. I’m going to have a shower. Happy?” he said sharply, but not with any force behind it. He couldn’t stay angry at Kokoro. He knew why she was so excited. He just knew that it was most likely that they weren’t going to be Drawn, as it was anyone from the age of thirteen to nineteen that were being drawn, from all over the world. Sure, There were one hundred Roles that existed. But there were millions of possible candidates.

The worst part was that Koko was set on both of them going. The odds that one would be drawn was slim enough, but hardly any siblings were ever Drawn. The numbers flashed through his brain as he got up, his eyes still half lidded, and walked to the bathroom.

If there were roughly seven million people in the age group that were eligible, not including the injured or sickly, and only one hundred Roles were Drawn each Drawing, then there was a one in seventy thousand chance for one of them to be drawn. But, for both of them to be drawn it was a one in a hundred and forty thousand chance for both of them to be chosen.

He sighed. It was almost impossible to be Drawn. And he knew that it was only going to hurt Kokoro when they weren’t. So, he hoped at least her name was said during the broadcast. So the disappointment would be less, and she could distract herself with the curriculum.

He looked in the mirror. He never really prided himself on looks, but he did see why some of the local teen girls seemed to be enthralled by him. He flipped his hair back from his right eye, but it immediately covered his left.

His hair was, for all of his life, an undercut. He’d never really thought about it until now, but up until now he’d always had this haircut. Why did the rest of his hair not grow? Naitos ran his hand through it, and looked at his deep grey eyes. They were empty, far emptier than his sister’s almost pure white eyes. But the life he led to keep his sister safe, even if they made him feel that much despair inside, was worth it to see her smile.

It wasn’t just Kokoro’s eyes which were pure. She also had unnaturally white hair, and pale porcelain-like skin. And her smile was that of an angel, gleaming white teeth with light pink lips. Her face looked like a doll’s face. He had chased of many boys before, as she was far too innocent to realize what they wanted from her. Naitos would do anything to protect his little sister.

He took off the little clothes he wore to bed, and had a shower. As he stood in there, he hoped and prayed for his little sister to have her wishes come true. It was all he ever hoped for.

A few minutes later, he made his way into the lounge room, where he saw the old man sleeping on the lounge. He smirked, and purposefully kicked the lounge on the way through. The man startled awake, swearing as he jumped to his feet in a groggy looking ready stance.

“At ease, old man,” Naitos smirked, “just me.”

The reaction was the same as the majority of the time. The man shook his head. “This isn’t a game, Naitos. Showing respect to a teacher is important for any student.”

“And you know, there is no one I respect more than you, Master Jeffrey.” He bowed, still looking at his mentor and smirking. “You are, obviously, a paragon of poise and grace. I am in awe of your presence,” he said, as Master Jeffrey swayed slightly, almost looking intoxicated as he scratched the five o’clock shadow that was almost constantly on his face.

Naitos stayed bowed, the lopsided grin still planted on his face, awaiting what his master would do in retaliation.

His response was a swift leg sweep, dropping him to the carpet. He looked up without the smile on his face, and saw his master now seemingly fully awake and alert. He had his hands behind his back, and even his long brown hair looked like he had brushed it neatly.

“Sarcasm is not appreciated, my boy,” He said, mimicking his protégé’s smirk as he stared down at Naitos. “Please, if you could chain up the smart-ass brain in that thick skull of yours, and actually begin to think like a rational human, I’d be much obliged.”

Naitos sprung to his feet and sent Jeffrey a swift right roundhouse, which was blocked and pushed away with ease. The momentum, however, allowed the younger of the two to leap with a spinning back thrust kick, aimed squarely at his Master’s jaw.

This was blocked again, however. Naitos landed on his feet, back to Jeffrey as he spun with a left back fist. He saw the older man duck, and raised a knee which was caught, and he was suddenly flipped backwards. Landing on his feet again, he smirk and swiftly performed another backflip, this time catching Jeffrey on the chin with a kick as he flipped over.

Master Jeffrey stumbled back, and accidentally knocked over an ancient looking vase. A gasp was heard from the doorway, as a flash of white dove and swiftly grabbed the vase. “It’s okay,” Kokoro whispered to the vase, “I’ve got you, you’re safe now.” She then turned and glared at both Jeffrey and Naitos. “You almost hurt her! How could you?!”

The elder of the two had the decency to at least try and looked sorry. “I was careless, Kokoro. I apologise, my dear.” He then bowed, and Naitos rolled his eyes.

Kokoro nodded, and then glared at her brother. Naitos was leaning against the wall staring at her intently. “Well?”

He scoffed. “I don’t need to apologise. I didn’t touch it. So, not my problem.” He then turned to Master Jeffrey, tapped his own chin and smirked, and walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

As he sat down, he heard Kokoro yell his name and stomp into the room. “It is your fault too! You kicked Master Jeffrey into her!” she angrily yelled at him, her voice more of a squeak as she berated him.

He shrugged and grabbed some bacon and an egg from the plate in front of him for his plate, and sat down at the shabby table. “Thanks for breakfast though, Sis,” he mumbled through a mouthful of bacon.

She smiled, seemingly forgetting the danger her vase had been in moments ago. “Oh, it was nothing, Nai! I love cooking, and I know it’s your favourite!” She beamed at him, and he sighed.

He knew what she was actually doing. Laying on guilt for the near destruction of her favourite porcelain flower holding device. “Koko, I apologise. Okay?” he almost whispered, and followed up with another mouthful of bacon. “Oh, this is so good!” he moaned after swallowing his last piece of bacon.

Kokoro nodded, accepting his almost silent apology. He did feel bad. Not for almost breaking her vase or hurting Master Jeffrey. But for making her sad. He hated seeing her like that.

“Oh! Master Jeffrey! I know you’re rule about TV of a morning, but can we please watch the Drawing today?” Kokoro asked sweetly, already knowing the answer, but showing the right amount of respect for her Master.

Before he could answer, Naitos snatched the remote from in front of him, and turned on the television on the kitchen counter.

Jeffrey huffed, and then turned to Kokoro. “Of course, my dear. You and your brother are expecting to be Drawn, so I would not miss this for the world.” He then sat down, stealing a piece of bacon from Naitos’ plate and immediately ate it.

Naitos growled, and picked up an extra rasher from the plate, before realising there was almost no bacon left. He looked up to his smiling sister, and smiled back. It was his first honest smile of the day. “Have it, Kokoro. I don’t need it anymore. I’m full, and it was lovely. Thank you.”

Kokoro smiled even broader, and picked up the bacon. “Oh, it was nothing! I really love cooking, so it’s fine.” She then gasped. “Oh! It’s on!”

Naitos turned his head, and saw him. Lord Demetri, as prim and proper as ever, was on the screen.  His dark hair was combed over, and his black suit seemed to contrast against his almost unnaturally pale skin. There was no smile, no semblance of any emotion. And there was no song, no sound at all until the words escaped his lips. Naitos couldn’t imagine a more dull man.

“Good day, fellow citizens of Earth,” Demetri started as per usual, his voice crisp and short. “It is with great pleasure that I am able to announce the next of a long line of protectors, and guardians of our planet. These brave young men and women will learn how to defend their charges – you.” He smiled, an obviously fake gesture as his lips were impossibly tight to his face. “Well then, without further ado, let us begin the Drawing!”

Naitos found himself eerily attached to the screen. He found himself hanging on every dull word and slight movement. “First to be Drawn, the role of the Tsunami. And it is…” he opened up a piece of paper, “Aeau Maou-Sama, from Australia!” He shuffled slightly. “Next, we have the Oracle. And it is…” Demetri picked up another paper. “Gavin Tanner, from America!”

And so it went, for a few hours. Name after name being drawn, none of them him nor Kokoro’s. He sighed. This was going to kill her dreams, but maybe it was the cold slap of reality she desperately needed. Some guy called O’Donnell got The Phoenix, one of the most coveted Roles possible. The role of The Infinite went to Jace Kotaro, keeping the role in his family as it had been for generations. Interesting, reports on the gossip and slander show that the network called “news” said he had no skills needed for the role whatsoever, unable to manipulate time. Oh well, he was in now.

One of the Aethryns got The Angel, as per usual. Given their similarities in looks to the Christian model of an angel, it made sense. Aero, his name was. Some guy from Germany called Roy was Drawn as The Rainbow, while The End went to a Canadian name Dustin. Other Roles went by. The Toxin, The Darkness, The Void, The Sunbeam. Even The Icicle was Drawn eventually, one of the least coveted Roles. Some poor girl name Hailee Johann from Australia got it. Naitos felt sorry for her, as he knew the Icicle was a ridiculed and weak Role to get. But, still better than no Role.

He forced his head to look at his sister. She looked devastated. It broke his heart to see the tears welling in her eyes as she realized that Lord Demetri would soon be complete. He sighed, and went over to her. He hugged her from behind, his chin resting atop her head. She began to silently weep, and his heart broke even more. And right then, whether she was Drawn last or not, he swore vengeance on that phony little worm who made her cry. Demetri.

Oh how he loathed the false God. He pretended to be some all-knowing entity, when all he had done was find the Elixir of Life. Or created a cybernetic, everlasting body. Or possibly just been born with genes that could withstand the test of time. It didn’t matter how he pulled it off. All he knew was the man was a fraud. And now, the fraud had made his sister cry.

Naitos looked up at the man he hated so much, as he was Drawing the final name. “The Darkness. This Role is taken by, Tenebris from… Well, Antarctica!” He laughed, a fake chuckle to accompany the fake man. “My, this is a first! We’ve never taken an Antarctican in our establishment before!” He then laughed for a bit more, before straightening up. “And that is that. All Roles filled.” Kokoro whimpered at that. “Or so it would seem.” And then, the atmosphere changed.

An actual real emotion came across Demetri’s face as Naitos started to pay full attention. He was smirking! An actual, real smile! It was almost hard to believe. “It has come to my attention that there are some… Renegade Guardians, if you will. Vigilantes that were not assigned a Role, and took protecting their home into their own hands. And while I disapprove of the action, I do approve or the intent. I just hope that these Renegades do know I only wish for their safety, as I do all of you.”

He then ran his hand through his hair, smirk still on his face. “And so, I use this opportunity to announce the Renegade Registration Scheme!” Naitos was confused. Just a few weeks ago, Lord Demetri’s spokespeople had announced his disapproval at the so-called “Vigilantes” of Earth, and stated they were to cease and desist.

“The plan is simple. I propose that our Vigilante group be registered and trained. Then, they can, as a group of no less than three, protect their cities with actual training! This also leaves the bigger issues to be solved by our Guardians. Brilliant, no?” Demetri smiled even broader, but the smile looked almost sinister. “It just so happens that the Prophets of Fate declared that, for the first time in history, there would be two new Roles.”

Kokoro gasped, and Naitos believed most of the planet did so too. Two new Roles? No way. Inconceivable! One hundred Roles, no more and no less. That was the way it was done for centuries! How could there be new Roles?!

“And it will be the job for these new Roles to not only protect the planet we all hold so dearly,” Lord Demetri exclaimed softly, his face dark, “but also to train our new Renegade Squadron! Isn’t this exciting?!” He was passed a piece of paper, and coughed. “Now then, the first of our newest Roles! The new Role is, the Dove! And to be the first ever Dove is…. Kokoro Sunada, from America! Congratulations, Miss Sunada! What an honour!”

Kokoro squealed, as Naitos was in shock. His sister had been Drawn! As amazing as it was for him to have Kokoro’s dreams come true, but he was going to miss her. He was going to miss being woken by her of a morning, and her perfect cooking. He was definitely going to miss her laugh and her bubbly personality. Yes, that was one of the reasons for Naitos being sad.

But, Naitos couldn’t help but notice that the cheery tone of voice that Lord Demetri was using in his new announcement was not only contradicting his usual drawling speech, but also was contrasting to his face. He looked almost ecstatic, yet disturbingly so. The grin on his face was ominous, and seemed to scream his evil intentions. For the first time he could remembered, Naitos was afraid. Afraid for his sister, as Demetri must be planning something bad.

He snapped to his senses as Kokoro hugged him, still squealing. Naitos chuckled. “Well, dreams do come true I guess, Koko. Congratulations, I know you’ll do great there. I’ll miss you.” He then lifted her off the ground in a huge hug, which wasn’t too hard to do considering he was a few feet taller than her, even though they were the same age.

She laughed. “Oh, I’ll miss you too big brother!” She sobbed, as tears ran down her smiling face. “I love you, Naitos!”

Her body began to glow white, as a sound that Naitos immediately recognized as a teleportation device was heard, a faint whirring sound that might be heard on a science fiction television show. Kokoro was beginning to fade in his arms, and he let go of her. Naitos wiped a tear away. “I love you too, Kokoro.”

She then disappeared, the sound of the teleporter stopping as she disappeared. “Now then,” said a cheerful voice, and Naitos turned to see Master Jeffrey smiling sadly. “We shall do the next Drawing.”

Naitos didn’t care about another Drawing, he ran and hugged his mentor, the only father figure he had ever known. Jeffrey hugged back, laughing. “Ten years and I get my first hug! Well, know I’ve seen everything!” Naitos chuckled along with him.

“Well, the situation called for it,” Naitos replied, as he let go of his Master, and they both started to watch the television again. “The next new Role is The Raven. And the lucky new Guardian, for the first time ever, is… Naitos Sunada, from America! And I’m being told, that this is Miss Kokoro’s Sunada’s twin brother! My my, how lucky!” Lord Demetri was, if possible, looking even more evil at this announcement, but Naitos wasn’t caring right now. He was Drawn too! Against all odds, both he and his sister were Drawn!

He turned to see Master Jeffrey in shock. He then smiled. “Well, luck was on our side today.” He shook Naito’s hand. “You look after her, Naitos.”

Naitos scoffed. “I always have, Master.” He then bowed. “It’s been an honour learning from you, Master Jeffrey.”

Jeffrey shook his head, and patted his student on the shoulder as a faint whirring could be heard. “It has been an honour, having you as my student. You two were my best students. Thank you, Naitos.”

Naitos nodded, and stood tall and straight as he saw Jeffrey start to fade into a whirl of purple and black, as the teleporter kicked in. It was his second time in such a device, and it wasn’t any easier. The feeling of needing to be sick soon overcame him, but he was able to control it.

As soon as he felt his feet hit the ground, he opened his eyes, wondering when he had shut them. Even with them shut in the teleporter, he could see the swirls of black and purple. His eyes adjusted to the natural light around him as he blinked. He heard birds chirping and felt a gentle breeze, the scent of flowers filling his nostrils. He sniffed, then noticed that there were people staring at him. They were all staring at him and not making any sounds. Until he heard a loud yell of, “NAITOS!!!!” as he was tackled to the ground. “No way!”

He laughed and got up, still holding onto his sister as she was still freaking out. “Well, I’m here aren’t I? You’re The Dove, Koko. I am,” he smiled, looking to the skies, “The Raven.”

“What the hell is this?!” Naitos turned to see a boy with fiery red hair walking up to him, a boy in a pink shirt following behind him. “What the actual hell? Who the hell are you two supposed to be?!” He stood in front of the two siblings, arms crossed and eyes burning with anger. The boy behind him was simply smirking.

“We’re the two new Roles,” Kokoro said joyfully, not seeing or hearing the anger in this boy’s voice. “The Dove and the Raven! Lord Demetri announced –”

“That’s impossible!” He said, and the grass around him seemed to burn up. “New Roles? No, no no! You two must’ve hijacked the school’s teleportation system!”

The pink-shirted boy cleared his throat, still smirking. “Actually, not only is hacking the School’s security system implausible, but I’m getting a news feed saying these two are the real deal – two new Roles were announced.” He walked past the now angrier red-head, and extended his hand to Naitos, and Kokoro gasped. “Jace Kotaro, The Infinite. Pleasure to meet you.”

Naitos, not skipping a beat, grasped the boy’s completely cybernetic arm, and shook it firmly. “Naitos Sunada, The Raven.”

A laugh escaped The Infinite’s lips, and he shook back. “Firm grip, polite and formal. I think we will get along well.” He let go and pointed to the still fuming boy behind him. “That is Fenik O’Donnell, The Phoenix. Also,” he smirked again, “The rudest person I have had the displeasure of meeting.”

Kokoro giggled, and Jace turned to her. “Ah, I must apologise.” He took her hand and kissed it. Naitos tensed up immediately, and almost moved in to stop Jace immediately. However, he gave the guy the benefit of the doubt, what with him apparently putting so much faith in formality. “It is such a pleasure to meet you, my lady. I am Jace Kotaro, The Infinite.”

She giggled again, and blushed. Naitos took a quick survey of the crowd behind them, as a lot of the females were also blushing at the display. Then he saw him.

He had  a mohawk that was as dark as night, as were his eyes. Not his pupils however. It was where any other humans would have their eyes white, his eyes were pitch black. His irises were blood red, but it wasn’t just these features which struck Naitos as odd.

He was smiling constantly, and his teeth looked razor sharp. But, the sides of his mouth, up his cheeks were long scars that had been sown over. Also, his face was almost completely made up of sown-on skin patches like some form of modern Frankenstein’s Monster. He was a patchwork monster, a fiendish looking thing.

And he was staring directly at Naitos.

Naitos turned away from him, to see both Jace and Kokoro laughing, Jace a chuckle and Kokoro a giggle. He walked up to the fiery one with his dark red hair, Fenik. “Who’s that guy? Right up the back, by himself?”

Fenik huffed. “Tenebris. The Darkness. He’s part of the Patchwork Tribe in Antarctica, Jace says. But,” he pushed Naitos, hard. Naitos however kept his balance, “he isn’t the problem here! You are. You don’t belong here, and neither does that girl!”

Naitos just ran a hand through his hair, smirking. “Looks like I was wrong, Kokoro,” He said loudly to his sister. She looked confused at him, as Jace turned and, seeing the situation, smiled as if he knew exactly what Naitos was going to say. “It seems as though it isn’t just the good, righteous and powerful who are Drawn.” He pointed at Fenik. “They also invite the occasional jackass.”

Fenik growled as the crowd a few meters behind him laughed, and charged at Naitos. He didn’t however see his target leap over him, and land behind him. “Tut, tut, Ashes. Violence on the first day? And we’re all meant to be friendly to one another.” Naitos walked up to Jace, leaning on his shoulder. “Tell me, Jace. Have there been any fights on the first day before?”

“Hmm, interesting query. Let me see…” he said, grinning as he pondered it. “Well, records show that it has occurred before, but the staff highly frowned upon such actions. In fact, the most recent occurred last cycle, with both girls involved receiving a month’s worth of detention. Very intriguing information, wouldn’t you say Naitos?” He smirked as Naitos let out a single scoff.

“I bet they both knew how to fight though, right? Unlike this hot-headed fool. He can’t even keep his eye on his target. Oh well, I was hoping he would be an interesting sparring partner someday.” He then completely ignored the loud roar of a scream coming from Fenik, as he turned to Jace. “Say, pal. Would you be interested in sparring some day?” He then punched him lightly in the arm, but then shook his hand, as the punch it landed with a loud thud of metal. “Ouch! Just how much of you is machine, Kotaro?”

Jace stiffened. “I’d rather not say, Sunada.”

Naitos frowned slightly, then smirked and wrapped an arm around Jace. “Okay, that’s fine. I won’t push you, Kotaro.” He then looked back at Fenik. “So tell me, Ashes. Why exactly do you hate me and Kokoro so much?”

The boy stopped his tirade, and sneered. “You don’t get it do you? There are thousands of people every cycle hoping and praying to get one of the coveted one hundred Roles. And yet, you two get to bypass that system! You both get to be new Roles?! I cannot accept this!”

“You should, Mister O’Donnell.” Everyone heard a crisp British accent, and turned to see a stiff woman in a grey dress suit walking briskly towards the group. “And all of you will accept the decision of both the Prophets and Lord Demetri. These two are you’re fellow students, and future fellow Guardians. And,” she turned to look at Naitos, “alienating other students is unacceptable on these premises. Please refrain from doing so, Mister Sunada.”

Naitos nodded. “As you wish. However, Jace, Koko and everyone else can testify that Ashes started it.”

Somehow, the lady became even sterner, her lips pursed. “I do not care who started the petty fight, Sunada. All I care about is there was a confrontation. Next time, physical or not I will not be this lenient. Understood?”

As Naitos nodded, a still angered Fenik spoke up. “Who the hell are you anyway? This is my beef with him!”

Things seemed to get a lot colder. Her gaze froze Fenik to the spot, who was immediately regretting his outburst. “You do not recognize me, Mister O’Donnell?” At his almost vacant stare, she shook her head. “Apparently my fame does not precede me this year. I am you’re Deputy Headmistress, Susanne Brindley.” She straightened up as Fenik almost tripped over nothing hearing who this lady was. “Tell me Mister O’Donnell, how does a full week of detention sound for insolence and rudeness to you?”

At his silence, she nodded. “Very well, that will do. Now,” Miss Brindley walked to the front of the group, near that odd boy, Tenebris. Naitos, Kokoro and Jace walked up to the back of the group as Fenik slowly sauntered up himself, standing to the side of the group. “Are we all here? No casualties?” she smiled, but it seemed forced. “Good, those telelporters haven’t malfunctioned in years. Well then, all one hundred of you – I mean, one hundred and two of you have been chosen for a specific reason. All of you may have been chosen for differing reasons, some of you the same. But right now, at this moment, you are all brothers and sisters in arms. All of you will graduate this school in the two years’ time, God willing. And then, you will help the previous Guardians in the field until they all retire, and you take over protecting our precious planet. I hope you are all ready for this task.” She then turned towards the school. “Follow me, all of you. Time to see your new home.”

There were many murmurs and whispers from the other students, as Kokoro grabbed his hand and squealed as they began to walk up the hill in front of them. “Oh Nai! I can’t believe we both made it here!”

Jace smiled. “Indeed. It takes a miracle for two members of the same family to be Drawn. Even more for siblings, let alone twins like you two.”

Naitos smiled. “Say, how did you know that we were twins?”

Jace smirked. “The internet, Sunada. I’m hooked up to the internet almost constantly.”

Naitos looked stunned for a moment, then chuckled. “Oh man! You are so awesome!”

Kokoro gasped. “Nai! You haven’t talked like that in ages!” She smiled brightly.

“Well, I guess this is a far different experience to what we’re used to.” Naitos’ whole face then frowned as he remembered his old life. He let go of her hand. “Let’s get to the school.”

Kokoro sighed, used to the almost instantaneous mood swings her brother was prone to having. She just shook her head at Jace’s confused look, and followed beside her brother. Naitos was staring ahead, melancholy. He felt a cold hand tap his arm, and he turned to see Jace beside him.

“You know, you haven’t treated me like a freak, Naitos. Most people do. Even my family. Hell, more so my family. But, you treat me as a friend, even though you’ve just met me.”

Naitos put on a fake smile. “You made Koko laugh, Jace. You’re a good guy. I learnt a long time ago that we can’t allow prejudices to rule our lives. So, I don’t care if you are part machine, or fully plastic. Hell, you could be a plant-based lifeform from the planet Gryfox or something for all I care. You’re a good person, Jace.” Naitos then gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Metal, machine, human. Doesn’t matter.”

Jace smiled. “You… You are a special breed of human, Naitos. And Kokoro too, based on what I’ve seen. I hope you and I can continue to be acquaintances, Sunada.” He extended his hand, as he did earlier, but this time with a look in his eyes that seemed sad.

Naitos actually smiled truly. “Acquaintances? Never.” Jace Kotaro looked broken, his arm falling to his side and mumbling an apology. All of a sudden, he was in an awkward side hug. “Never acquaintances. Only friends, my man.”

Jace looked at him as a single tear fell down his face. “I’ve never had a friend, Naitos.”

Kokoro suddenly hugged Jace, startling him. “Well, now you have two! I want to be your friend too, Jacey!”

Jace was stiff. “What is she doing, Naitos? What is this?”

Naitos laughed loudly as he tugged Kokoro’s arm, noticing they were falling behind the group. “It’s a hug, Kotaro. And get used to them quick, L.”

As Kokoro let go, Jace straightened his pink polo shirt, a blush covering his cheeks as he looked oddly at his new friend. “L? Why am I L?”

“Jace Kotaro, right? J, and K, so L comes next in the alphabet. So, your nickname is now L. Like Ashes over there. And Koko.” He smiled at Jace. “Nickname’s make friendships, right Koko?”

Kokoro nodded almost violently. “Right, Nai! That’s what I decided long ago! But, we both knew I was bad at nicknames so you were put in charge of nicknames from then on, and I was in charge of cooking!”

Jace scoffed. “Sounds totally fair,” he said to Naitos and then smirked, and said mockingly, “Nai.”

Naitos nodded, happy that Jace could have some form of happiness. He was going to make some form of humorous retort, probably involving searching the internet for a better insult than that. However, he heard a loud collective gasp from the rest of the group. As they reached the peak of the hill, Naitos saw what they were looking at.

At the base of the hill was a forest of thick, dark trees. In the middle of the forest he could see a lake, with a rickety rope bridge crossing in the four cardinal directions across it. Ahead of the junction was a grand looking building, a regal white with a black trim around the edge. The windows seemed to be mismatched stained glass of differing shades of green, trimmed with gold. There were figures made of gold all around the build, even adorning the pillars that held the gate. Kokoro squealed in delight next to him as she stared wide-eyed at the main building of Fate Academy.

Jace was smirking as his eyes seemed to flash different colours of the spectrum as he looked at the building. “Interesting. Not what I would call a usual building.”

Naitos looked at him dubiously. “It’s a nice looking thing, I’ll agree. But it looks average to me. In fact, it looks almost ancient. Not modern at all.”

Jace nodded, as they were walking to catch up with the group who had almost made it into the forest. “Indeed. However, it is a most intriguing building based on the materials used to make it.” He then took another look at the building, Naitos assuming it was a scan of some description. “The materials used on the outside walls are quartz and… Flint. Rather odd, no?”

Naitos scoffed at Jace. “Technology truly is amazing, isn’t it sis?”

Koko was distracted, looking at Jace in awe. “You can tell what anything is made of?” She asked him, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. “That is so cool! How is it possible?”

Jace chuckled, looking slightly uncomfortable. “How about we save the explanations for another time, yes? Suffice to say, with my technology I would be considered a super computer if I were only machine.” As they continued walking, he saw the twins’ stare of incredulousness. “I will tell you more information in time. Shall we continue on?”

The way that the boy waked away abruptly was enough of a hint to both Naitos and Kokoro to drop the topic. They followed behind him, Naitos silently hoping that Jace would open up to him. The hypocrisy was not lost on him, as he was always shut in, in his own shell. But Jace had admitted he had never had a friend before. And Naitos wanted him to know he had friends now.

As they walked through the forest, Kokoro and Naitos noticed the rest of the crowd were all subtly watching them, stealing glances at them from the main group. Kokoro started to blush as she was not used to the attention. Naitos just smiled, a slightly forced one but his intention was not to look real, but rather to reassure his sister. She seemed to relax slightly. Jace was still not too interested in talking, so the trio walked in silence. Kokoro was bouncing behind him, still blushing but ecstatic over the fact that she had been Drawn. Naitos had stopped smiling a while ago.

These other Guardians, they didn’t know what to think. Some of them were smiling at him and Kokoro, others looked annoyed, and some, mostly the girls of the group, were blushing in his direction. He didn’t really care what they thought, not until they said or did something to him. However, O’Donnell was looking at him every so often, looking extremely pissed. Probably blamed him for the detention, or maybe he thought that Naitos deserved to serve a months’ worth with him. And then he saw it again.

That Tenebris guy was looking at him, still staring with that eternal grin. But the really weird part was that he was walking backwards. Not once did he look or face the way he was walking, but he had somehow made his way without looking at the path. There he stood, directly in the centre of the four-way bridge as the other students passed by him as if they didn’t see him. His arms were swaying oddly at his side, almost as if they belonged to a doll. As the two locked eyes, the boy’s eyes and grin seemed to widen, looking even creepier if possible. He then tilted his head to the side, said something indescribable, and turned away to face the front of the group again.

Normally, Naitos would say he was never scared. It took a lot to make him even break a sweat. He was only really uncomfortable around snakes, but even that was slight. But the way that guy looked, the way he carried himself and the way his attention was solely focused on him made him start to feel like he might actually fear something. But, he refused to judge Tenebris without getting to know him first. After all, that’s all people had done to him in the past. Judged him based on how he looked.

Kokoro was saying something. He wasn’t entirely sure what but it would be rude to act as if he wasn’t paying attention to her. He heard her laughing and joined in, as Jace gave him a look. He mouthed to him that it was not the time to say anything, and Jace subtly nodded.

They again heard a gasp as the group had stopped. They rushed to catch up, and once they saw what the rest had seen, Kokoro squealed. Madam Brindley was in front of them, a true smile on her face, which didn’t look as unnatural as one may seem.

“Welcome,” she said, eyes twinkling in happiness, “to Fate Academy.”

#Chapter 1 #story #trilogy #novel #academy

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Name: Naitos Sunada Bio: Main character of Fate Academy, was homeless for majority of his childhood. Worked as a child to get money for his sister, doesn’t like to talk about his past and gets depressed thinking about it. Eventually brought in to the dojo of Jeffrey Bateman, and was taught martial arts from him. Age: 17 Relationship Status: Single Family: Kokoro (sister), Jeffrey (adopted father) Assosciates: None (pre-Academy), Jace, Hailee, Fenik, Sukuru, Aeau Blood Type: AB Body Type: Lean, slender, but shockingly strong

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