Tag: triplets

It’s been mentioned multiple times that dealing with demons is illegal. Has anyone ever called the police on the Pines? Whether in Piedmont or Gravity Falls?

Gravity Falls isn’t a problem; pretty much everyone knows the Pines family, knows Dipper, knows about Dipper.

But yes, the problem is when they leave town. Mabel and Henry and Dipper have to tread very carefully when they’re outside of Gravity Falls and keep up a facade to make sure that the kids aren’t taken away from them.

As for the triplets, its a big shock and adjustment for them when they go to college outside of Gravity Falls and see how much prejudice there is against the supernatural. (They knew but they didn’t really know)

Lambs and Lullabies

oreramar:

A/N: Again, I refuse to believe that “love sometimes isn’t enough” equates to “love doesn’t exist anymore.” No, it’s still there. You’re just aware that it can’t actually solve everything, that it isn’t a magical cure-all, that there are some things beyond your control.

This is not about those things. This is about the love that is still held between parent and child, and a moment when it is free to shine through.

For the Tracendence AU, and my personal little corner of headspace where the parents try their best, even though they know they aren’t truly part of their kids’ world any more.

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When Dipper and Mabel are in their twenties, Frozen has a short but intense come-back, and That Song ends up being parodied a lot. One of the most popular parodies among teens is ‘do you want to summon a demon’, and one good soul even rewrites the entire song in a thread as a joke. It *rhymes*, sounds nice and is mostly focused on Alcor the Dreambender, of course. Mabel is delighted when she finds it (and she takes to sing it to Dipper *a lot*, is like the Frozen Nightmare all over again)

double points because OF COURSE Mabel teaches the triplets how to sing it and lets them know that that’s Uncle Dipper’s favorite song

Cue hours upon hours of Dipper listening to this with a very fixed grin on his face

Oak Tree in an Evergreen Forest (seiya234 commission)

clockworksinger:

Henry was supposed to be the rock. He was supposed to be the tall oak in a forest of supple pines. He was supposed to be the anchor, the calm and collected to Mabel’s bright energy. Mabel herself had even said that, had she never met Henry, she would have bounced from town to town with Dipper, solving crimes and kicking ass. (She never meant it in a bad way either; only that she had a lot of energy and she loved him enough to spend it with him.)

Henry the Tall One, the Brave One, the Stoic, the Steadfast, was who he was supposed to be. Not this tense, irritable ball of nerves.

He couldn’t blame it all on Dipper. He had asked—hell, he had demanded—that Dipper save his child. Consequences be damned! Fuck what happened to him! Just save Willow!

Consequences are damning, he thought bitterly.

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If you need Mod S she will be sobbing hysterically and freaking the fuck out (in a good way)

Sleep

or a FWTB drabble!

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Dipper stoked Acacia’s curls, damp with sweat, off of her forehead and sighed in the darkness of the living room.

The last two days had been absolutely hellish, and even that was an understatement. First Stan, and now all three of the kids were virulently sick with the flu. Stan at least could take care of himself, and had just locked himself in his bedroom with a gallon of chicken noodle soup and a bucket. But the kids were three, old enough to know there was something wrong with them but still too small to really articulate the fact. They had spent the last 48 hours crying, puking, and burning up with fevers. The only thing that had helped them feel better so far was cuddling in a little pile under three or four blankets, or Dipper’s wings.

Henry had been running himself ragged trying to take care of the four of them. Dipper was barely able to start helping before he was wrenched to a scene of blood and candles and a goat slit open or a  human heart lying on the floor….

And it kept happening, summons too powerful for him to ignore. This last one had pulled him just as he had been holding Willow’s hair back and rubbing her back as she puked in the toilet. He could hear her piteous cries even as he arrived in the circle-

He looked at his niblings on the couch. Luckily they were asleep and it was dark and the blood under his nails would go ignored. Dipper sighed. He couldn’t even burn the flu out of his kids; he had so much excess energy he would hurt them if he even tried.

Hank snuggled against his side a little more, and Willow drooled on his front. Dipper made himself relax. The important thing was he was here now.

Henry came in, looking like a member of the undead. He shuffled to the couch, not even acknowledging Dipper and shakily picked up Acacia, taking her upstairs to the kids’ room. He then did the same for Hank, and then Willow. Dipper peered into the triplets room with the small star that was hanging from the ceiling for that purpose and noted with approval that Henry had lay them down together and was making them into a burrito with their blanket.

Good. Now when Henry came downstairs Dipper would try and make sure his husband got some food in him; he had to take care of his meatsack…er, husband.

Henry came down the stairs and to the couch and before Dipper knew what was happening, picked him up and began to carry him to their bedroom.

Dipper tried to wiggle out but Henry’s arms held him tight.

“Henry-what-”

Henry nudged open the door of their bedroom with a shoulder and unceremoniously plopped Dipper onto the bed. A blanket was thrown on top of him, and Henry mechanically tucked the edges under Dipper’s side, making the blanket snug and tight against him.

Then Henry went to his side of the bed, got in still fully dressed, and immediately fell asleep.

Dipper blinked in the darkness at the ceiling.

He made a note to himself to make sure Henry slept in tomorrow

fic prompt: After having a huge fight with Mabel (_not_ because of something small and meaningless), Henry packs his things, takes the three years old triplets and leaves. Alcor is torn between Henry (who is right) and Mabel (who isn’t; she realizes that after, but her pride prevents her from apologizing).

Mod S here!

So I don’t really see anything like this happening. That’s not to say that Mabel isn’t occasionally spectacularly wrong with added self-righteousness, because that totally does happen! But on those occasions, Henry is more the voice of reason, and gently talks her out of it. On the rare occasions they do argue it’s more along the lines of a disagreement rather than a full out shouty argument.

And the one or two times that Henry has gotten that mad, he goes into the other room to cool down for a few minutes.

Neither he or Mabel would ever take the kids away like that. It’s not in their nature to do that to the kids or each other.

  1. odimet answered: a few years down the line, in the trans dimensional arc, alcor decides to check in to see how his disturbances had changed things. He finds it particularly disturbing upon realizing the triplets are, instead, a pair of twins with a very close cousin

He didn’t go back.

(He didn’t trust himself to do so.)

But he did have a window open, the same window that let him know that something was up when this whole mess started. Just to check on things, make sure everything was going okay.

That was how he saw them.

There was Mabel, and a tall red headed man that Dipper happily recognized as Henry. How they got together in that universe, he had no idea, but he was happy that it happened. 

There was a picnic basket and a blanket in front of the Shack, and they were on it, along with Stan, and Soos and Melody, and Wendy.

There were two chubby red headed toddlers that Dipper recognized with a wrench in his heart as Acacia and Hank, identical down to the freckles on their face.

But where was Willow? For that matter, where was his alternative self?

Almost as in answer to that question, his other self appeared in the yard, to the happy cries of all.

He held a little girl’s hand in his. A little girl with the same brown hair that he and Mabel had, same cutie snub nose both of them had. There was a birthmark on her forehead in the shape of Boötes. She saw Acacia and Willow and ran over with a happy cry, tripping and falling on her face once, but getting up immediately. The three kids began to play and Dipper, looking in on the scene, felt faint.

That was Willow. Different looking without Henry’s genes, but he knew in his soul that that was his second niece.

Though in this other universe, not his niece but his daughter.

Dipper turned away from the window suddenly, letting it blip out of existence.

He had absolutely no idea how to feel about this.