Iplier Falls
Authors Note:
Hello hello and welcome back! ( Or if you’re here for the first time, I’m glad you chose to check this fic out! Welcome! ) Never thought you’d see a rewrite of Gravity Falls x Iplier Inc in 2024, huh? The ALTRVerse comic has given me the motivation to get back into Markiplier Lore and hence I’m here!
This is the prologue and hence it's just a test to see how people react to it. If people react well, I'll put the story up on AO3 and make more chapters!
Some things to note about this fic:
It’s an X Reader and the reader is indeed the District Attorney from Who Killed Markiplier! ( So, obviously, WKM spoilers ahead! )
This is a Dark x Reader specifically.
This fic is in the second person and the reader is gender neutral!
Genderfluid Dark is canon in this fic, so I’ll be using He/She/They for Dark.
In Space With Markiplier will also be incorporated, so spoilers for that as well.
This story will follow the Gravity Falls story, but there’ll be added story for episodes revolving around the Pines family specifically.
This story contains things like profanity, blood, near death experiences, talk of mortality/death, and angst!
Tag List: @a-frozen-bag-of-corn @crazy-obsessed-enby @lunariasilver ( Not sure if any of you remember this series, but I figured I’d keep up the tag list! )
Without further adieu, I hope you enjoy it!
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“What has he done to you?”
They looked so familiar. Like a far away dream.
“Captain, you can’t possibly listen to this monster! You can’t trust him!” Mark yelled.
“My little monster, I beg of you. Open your eyes. He takes away all that you love.” She begged.
That name.. It was like a puzzle piece. Everything snapped back into place in an instant. You weren’t a captain! You went to school for law, not to be the captain of a spaceship.
“.. Damien?” You whispered.
“Ugh, you’re just impossible!” Mark snapped, “How am I supposed to make the perfect story if all you do is mess it up!”
You couldn’t help but tense up at the sudden change in tone. That was right, this wasn’t your trusted second in command. This was a man long gone, a man permanently warped by the manor.
He twirled his cane in a clean and swift motion, aiming it towards you.
“I’ll just have to make sure you don’t remember any of this.” He threatened.
Dark intercepted Mark’s attempt with his sword, pushing Mark back a few feet.
“Not on my watch. Never again.”
Mark simply laughed, “The hero always wins. It’s the only way the story can go.”
Dark simply grit their teeth in response, slashing the sword against Mark’s chest. Although it barely grazed, it was enough to catch him off guard.
You watched as the two went head to head, being able to do nothing to stop either side. Even if you were willing to get in the way of the two, you had no weapon or no powers to do anything.
Actor sputtered as Dark tore open a gash across his chest. His blood was red, but not the usual type of red. Bright red, instead of crimson. Actor was caught off guard for just a second until he scrambled back, unsheathing his cane.
You’re sorry. Unsheathing his cane? That was insane! What was even more insane was the fact that the bottom of the cane was a dark red double sided axe. Dark seemed just as caught off guard as you were, as Mark obtained a window to slash her in the chest.
“Dark!” You called out.
He only spared a moment to look your way, with a look in their eyes signaling that they were alright before attacking Mark once again. SImilar to Mark, her blood was an inky black. Something inspired Dark to go full force, you weren’t sure if it was you or the entire revenge pledge.
He pierced Mark in the heart with their sword as Mark sputtered, that sickly red spilling out of his chest. He didn’t say anything after that, only heavy and labored breathing being heard from the previously lively body.
“We best be going. The Snake never stays dead for long.” Dark said.
You didn’t say anything as she opened a portal similar to the ones you’d seen as the captain of The Invincible. Except, it looked a bit like the Noir universe. A combination of black, white, and grey. You simply followed him inside the portal. What other choice did you have? Stay in this void until Mark’s body inevitably rose from the dead? The old Homo Necrosis didn’t sound like a fun route to go down.
Which led you to where you are now. A sleepy town named Gravity Falls. Dark had said that the laws of the town would cover up the tracks of you two, making it harder for Mark to find you again. You still had quite a few strong words for Dark, considering he trapped you in a mirror for decades, but that was the thing. It had been decades. You didn’t know what else to do other than follow them. Mark was obviously a no-go.
“Please, call me Dark.” He had said, “Damien and Celine are both.. Long dead. I have an apartment set up in the town, we can stay there until we know how to deal with The Snake properly.”
“Okay.” You said, “In that case, call me Captain. The person I used to be died in that house.”
She simply nodded, “As you wish.”
The two of you had been wandering around the town when you spotted a hiring sign for a tourist attraction.
“We could work here.” You said, “We need some way of paying rent, right?”
Dark hummed in thought, “It couldn’t hurt, I suppose.”
You strolled into the attraction with Dark following close behind. You spotted an older man shuffling money while standing at the cash register. He was probably the owner, right?
“Excuse me, are you the owner?” You asked.
He nodded, “What’s it to ya? You’re not the government, are you?”
“No, no, nothing like that.” You said. A little like that, but you weren’t going to tell him that.
“My friend and I heard you were hiring.”
“Great! You’re hired. Call me Mr. Pines.” He said, “You start tomorrow.”
“We’ll be there!” You smiled, as you walked back outside to talk to Dark in semi private.
“Have you learned nothing from your district attorney days?” He teased, “Truly, though, that man was a bit too eager.”
“Hey, it’s a job, isn’t it?” You shrugged, “Times have changed.”
“That they have.” She nodded, “Would you like to get some champagne? As a little celebration.”
“Really? Just like we used to? Even after everything that’s happened?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Especially after everything that’s happened.” Dark said.
You simply smiled in response as the two of you walked down the road to a nearby bar. You weren’t sure if he had said anything else to you, you were too consumed in your own thoughts. This seemed too easy, after everything that had happened.
You were a district attorney. One that got shot at a party held by Mark himself. You didn’t blame William. Mark set everything up. A bitter man who fell victim to insanity. You had considered resenting Dark for what they did, but at the same time..
You knew deep down that this was a best scenario, as shitty as it was. You wouldn’t have survived. Of course Damien would pick his sister over you, even if you were close. You would’ve done the same. You did die, after all. Your time was up.
Mark just couldn’t let you stay dead, could he? Pulling you into his games, forcing you to be his partner, his love interest. That was the thing. Dark had tried to reach you so many times, but you never remembered. Until now. What was different? Was the space adventure a finale of sorts? Was Mark’s grasp on you finally slipping? You didn’t know.
“... Captain..”
“Captain.”
“Captain!”
You snapped back into reality, as Dark held you by the shoulders, attempting to ground you.
“Are you alright?” She asked, eyebrows knitted together.
“Yeah.. Yeah, I’m okay.” You sighed, “Just.. thinking.”
“Yeah? About what?” They raised an eyebrow.
“He.. He really did take away everything from us. What’s the point of it all?” You asked.
He didn’t respond at first, hugging you tightly.
“Making sure that bastard stays dead.”
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Heyyyoo <333 I've got a prompt for a drabble if you still want it: mozart flirting with someone and colloredo being jealous af. could be modern au idk I never read one with them and I'm curious about it
Ok - this is loosely based in the music conservatory (modern) au that I've done some headcanons for before. Just a straight modern au is quite hard because Colloredo's position doesn't really exist in the modern world. That being said here he is the dean of the college and Mozart is one of the star students.
Colloredo is in the black outfit.
Hieronymus watched the gala go off without a hitch from one of the highest boxes in the theatre, so high that the binoculars - an old set, perfectly weighted and adjusted to his eyes - were a necessity. He had always preferred to watch the galas from here. The acoustics were unmatched and he was less likely to have a student try and plead their case to him in the middle of the performance.
Mozart had been the standout of the show. Hieronymus had admittedly been a little rankled when the boy came out onto the stage in white, but his performance lived up to the angel of music that his garb proclaimed him to be.
He was less pleased by what he saw after the gala ended. Most everyone started making their way to the exits. Hieronymus would wait a bit for the same reason he sat so high, but Mozart gathered with a few of his friends at the foot of the stage, embracing them, laughing with them.
It was ... understandable, even if Hieronymus wasn't pleased. But the bottle slipped out of a jacket, passed around the giggling group, and had Hieronymus's knuckles turning white against the banister.
"Arco." His tone was low.
"Sir." Arco was beside him a moment later, obedient as always.
He gestured to the group by the stage and Arco raised his own binoculars to get a better look.
"Shall I call campus police for the drinking, Sir?"
Hieronymus looked at the group for a long moment, eyes flickering to Mozart in his angelic white. An ugly snake curled in his gut, seeing the young man so free with others.
"Not yet. Call down to security and have Mozart brought up here. I wish to compliment him myself. But have campus police waiting in the lobby for the others."
"Sir." Hieronymus heard Arco's footsteps as he left the box, but continued to watch the group as they passed the bottle around again. Mozart didn't drink the second time around, too busy demonstrating his superiority on the little piano by the stage.
It took what must have been a reasonable amount of time, considering that Arco had to coordinate security and campus police, but felt like an eternity to Hieronymus until the security person approached the group, leaving a moment later followed by Mozart, his footsteps petulant even from so great a distance.
Hieronymus left the box, going to stand on the little landing. It would be better that he didn't chance Mozart seeing what would happen to the others.
The steps were familiar enough to draw a smile to Hieronymus's face as Mozart and Arco slowly climbed the steps, Mozart's steps heavy, annoyed while Arco's were even and almost silent.
Mozart's hair was mussed as he rounded the final bend, trudged up the last few steps.
"Dean Colloredo." His speech wasn't slurred, but his eyes were far too glazed for the one gulp to he all he'd had that night.
"Mozart." The praise that comes next is easy, the easiest part of all of this. Heaping the glory the star student deserves onto him. Mozart perks up more and more with each little tidbit, despite the slightly glazed look in his eyes.
By the time they all make it down to the lobby, the police are long gone. As are Mozart's friends. He's a little wary, but only too happy to accept a ride from Hieronymus with the weather being what it is and his rides all apparently gone.
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