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Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

One is a vampire, the other is a walking blood bank.

Re: Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

I will fill this!


...It just might take awhile to get done. I kinda busy right now, heh heh.

Re: Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Yesss! \o/

Re: Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Anon that promised a fill, here.


I forgot to ask, is it ok with you if the story is more plot oriented than kink oriented? And what age are you comfortable with the two being? The idea I have in mind is mostly plot and set when their twelve, but I'm willing to alter it if you prefer.

Re: Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

I am 100000% good with it being more plot-oriented. I'm good with it being entirely gen, if that's what you prefer! And I am also entirely cool with it being set when they're 12!

I'm also good with there being sex at any age, if that's what you prefer to write. Anything's good! Just, if there's dub-con or non-con, please note that in the beginning so I will know going in?

Re: Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Of course! Right now I'm definitely not planning to have dub/non-con, but if I get a weird plot bunny that insists it go that way then I will most certainly put a warning at the beginning!

But just to clarify, I was considering including some exploration of the idea that vampire bites have an aphrodisiac quality, with the vamp!twin not realizing what's happening at first. If I do have that, I'm not planning on having any real sexual content until after they've figured out what's going on and talked it out with both sober, but would this qualify as dub-con?

[FILL: Part 1] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Alright, here's part one! I have a feeling this is going to be a long fic... so it's definitely going to take awhile to get done. But like I said, I wanted to give you the beginning at least! So here it is hot off the press of a sleep deprived mind, and not edited in the slightest. So bewarb! There be weirdness ahead.

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Okay, okay, let's see... Nightowl is way outnumbered and seriously injured, but the other heroes are all busy with various disasters... Who should Nightowl call? Who's most likely to be able to win their fight really soon and reach Nightowl in time to help?


Mr. Awesomesauce, of course!


A swirl of white and gold, vaguely shaped like a man with too much hair product, flashed brightly across Dipper's mind right after Mabel's explosive declaration and almost shocked him into dropping his game. He fumbled with it while trying to force the sparkling image out of his mind.


Mabel! What did I tell you about startling me? And stop spying on my thoughts!


The image left to be replaced by feelings of regret and guilt as Mabel sent over her apology. Sorry Dip Dop, but your thoughts are so loud I wouldn't be surprised if Mom and Dad can hear them.


Dipper huffed. As if. He sent a feeling of forgiveness along the bond to let Mabel know he wasn't angry. Just startled.


But if you're going to eavesdrop at least pay attention. Lutheran Alex used some of those Green Kay crystals to poison Mr. Awesomesauce. He can't help.


His love for Nightowl will give him strength to overcome all obstacles! They are the Earth's Greatest! The mightiest of heroes!


Aside from the fact that the game doesn't work like that, I'm pretty sure they're just friends, Mabel. Besides, in the cartoon Nightowl is dating Lady Wondrous.


Pfffttt! Please! They're ALL dating. Why d' ya think they're called the Triad, huh?


Before Dipper could start explaining team names and marketing strategies the twins' parents suddenly burst into the living room with the twins' shoes and sunscreen.


"Great news!" Their father bellowed while slathering Dipper's face in sunscreen. "My uncle agreed to let you two stay at his place this summer. Now you won't be by yourselves when your mother and I go on business trips. Isn't it great? Hurry up, we're going to be late to the bus stop!"


A sinking feeling settled in Dipper's stomach and he glanced at Mabel. But she wasn't paying attention to him anymore and just looked at their parents in confusion. She'd drawn away from the mental bond as well.


"But you always go on business trips, even during the school year, and you've never had anyone watch us before," she said. "We've been fine on our own all these years. And why didn't you even tell us about this until right before we need to leave?"


"Yeah!" Dipper added in suspicion. "And if you did want someone to watch us, wouldn't Gramps make more sense? I didn't even know you had an uncle!"


Something's not right! His mind screamed. And despite Mabel's mental distance he could tell she'd heard it. Her head snapped towards him like she'd been slapped and her eyes were wide. Then a second later her expression morphed into a scowl.


I know what's going on, she told him.


Dipper was impressed. He knew Mabel was smarter then she usually let on, but he was surprised she'd figured this out so quickly. He didn't even have a clue what was going on.


But his pride in her abilities didn't last long. The tone of her words made him concerned.



She sounded like she was going to war.

And that could only mean one thing.



"This is about what happened last month, isn't it?" Mabel asked their parents. "You're worried about leaving 'the freaks' unattended, but you're also worried that you'll come back to find Gramps and Granny dead if you leave us with them."


Their parents froze and started sputtering denials, but Mabel just gave them a manic grin.


"But you don't care about and estranged uncle, right?" she asked. "Who cares if someone they barely know gets eaten by a vampire and their insane sibling."


"Sweetie, it's not like that," their mom said. She hesitantly put a comforting hand on Mabel's shoulder, but Mabel jerked away like she'd been burned and their mother's words trailed off uncertainly.


Mabel shuddered as she took deep, rattling, breaths; but when she finally looked up at Dipper there was wide, cheerful smile on her face.


She took his hand and squeezed. "Come on Awesome-Dipping-Sauce, there's no sense in staying where we're not wanted. Let's go meet our great-uncle."

Re: [FILL: Part 1] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, ouch. This went from cute to painful so fast I think I have emotional whiplash.

I can't wait to see where this goes!

Re: [FILL: Part 1] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

OP

AHHH YOU ARE BRILLIANT. I love the sudden dive from fluffy to sinister, I absolutely adore the implied complicated power dynamics. I love that, whatever else is going on, Dipper is still Mabel's favorite. I realllllly can't stress how much I love that whole edged-out thing where their parents are possibly terrified of them but the kids are perfectly safe with each other. And the elegant polyamory foreshadowing :P. In conclusion - yes please!

Re: [FILL: Part 1] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

w-anon

I'm SO glad you like it! I wasn't sure about the parents thing at first, but there's a lot of evidence in canon that their relationship with the twins is strained, and I figured throwing a vampire into the mix would really bring that out.

[FILL: Part 2] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, here's part 2! I'm going to try to update at least once a week. The plot got kind of out of hand, though, and now this fic may end up spanning the kids' entire summer... I hope that's okay!
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The trip from Piedmont to Gravity Falls was long and boring, but at least it was relatively peaceful. One furiously knit sweater later and Mabel had succeeded in calming her emotions. Though maybe she shouldn't knit when she was angry; the tension was tighter in some places than others and the sweater was somewhat strangely shaped...

Oh Well! She could always rip it out and start over if it really bothered her. The important thing was that she no longer felt like tearing anyone apart.

Dipper had been silent and stone faced the entire trip, and spent the time gaming just as furiously as Mabel had been knitting. He'd even closed off his side of the bond, and while Mabel understood why, it just wasn't fair to do that while playing a game that she liked too! She hadn't even got to find out how the Mega Pals defeated the Openly Villainous Society of Lonely Beings...

But the game could wait until later! Now that Mabel had calmed down she needed to make sure Dipper had as well. She waited until the only other passenger besides them (some old lady visiting her grandchildren. It seemed like the only reason anyone went to Gravity Falls was to visit family) had completely left the bus stop before turning to Dipper.

"You okay there, bro-bro?"

"I'm doing alright, I guess," Dipper sighed. "I just wish we didn't have to spend the entire summer pretending to be normal kids."

"But we are normal kids, Dippin' Dot," Mabel reminded him. "Just 'cause there's one thing different about us doesn't mean we're not. Did you consider yourself 'abnormal' before, because of your birthmark?" she asked reproachfully.

"That's not the same, Mabel..." Dipper mumbled.

"Close enough!" she beamed. "Look at it this way, brosef; at least we get to spend this summer with someone who doesn't think we're freaks. Won't that be nice?"

"Maybe," Dipper admitted. "But that's only because he doesn't know what happened."

"Well then, we'll just have to keep it that way!" Mabel replied cheerfully. "The worst that could happen is we're not welcome here either, right? If that happens we can always run away and scare people into giving us money and anything else we want. We could play good cop, bad cop! I'd be the good cop of course. And we'd be known as ... The Terror Twins! Dun, dun, dun!"

Against his will, Dipper's lips twitched slightly upwards. "And why would you be the good cop?" he asked playfully. "You're the crazy one."

"But I'm also the personable one!" Mabel proclaimed. "You've got to be able to connect with people to play good cop. You know, make them feel safe so the scary part is even scarier!"

"Doesn't that make you worse than the bad cop? Since you're lying about them being safe?"

Despite the fact (or maybe because of it!) that Dipper was arguing with Mabel he was finally starting to relax. And Mabel scores!

Whoo hoooo! You are a Genius, girl! With a big capital G!

And here we have the classic weakness of all fictional super villains; the monologue. Notice the tendency towards self-praise and talking in the second-slash-third person.

Dipper! You're back! Sparkle, squeeze, Sparkle, hug, Sparkle, Sparkle, Heart, Heart, Heart!

Augh! Mabel! Enough of the virtual hugs! My mind is being overrun by glitter! Ahhhhhh!

A bus pulled up in front of the twins and they halted their mental banter as the driver got out. "Are you two the Pines kids?" he asked.

"That's us," Dipper responded.

As the driver helped them with their luggage Dipper started grumbling under his breath about the twins' new-found relative. "He couldn't even pick us up himself," he complained. "He just takes advantage of the tour route and throws us on another bus. Lazy bum."

Hey, at least he told us before hand, Mabel mentally chided.

"You've got it all wrong, son" the bus driver said. Dipper jumped. He hadn't realized he was talking that loudly. "Your uncle hired me special to pick you up," the driver continued. "I'm not normally the driver for this day of the week, but Mr. Pines canceled today's tours and asked me to get you for him so that he could give you the full Mystery Shack experience."

Dipper ignored the man and switched his complaints to his mind so they wouldn't be overheard.

Great. His house is a tourist stop, Mabel. How are we going to survive the summer constantly crowded by people?

Come on Dipper, I'm sure it's not his entire house. Who would want a bunch of strangers running around their bedrooms? He's probably got a small house at the back or something.

Yeah, I guess.

With Dipper pacified, the rest of the drive was spent in silence. Thankfully it wasn't very long or Mabel would have gone crazy! She'd already used up all the yarn her parents had packed.

The driver dropped them off at the edge of the clearing the Shack was in and wished them a good summer as he left. Mabel fidgeted in excitement.

Dipper! It's a real log cabin! And did you see the totem pole? And the weather vane? This place is so cool!

Yeah, yeah. Don't forget about the whole tourist thing. Now where is this uncle of ours? I don't see anyone anywhere, do you? Do you think we should try the door, or wait for...

A cloud of sparkling, brightly colored smoke exploding right in front of the twins interrupted Dipper's thoughts. As the strange mist cleared an older man bowed theatrically.

"Welcome," he boomed." To the Mystery Shack! A place of wonder and befuddlements the likes of which you've never seen! I'm Mr. Mystery, but you can call me your Grunkle Stan!"

Re: [FILL: Part 2] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

!!!!

THIS IS SO GOOD? Your Mabel voice is perfect, and I love how you write Dipper and Mabel bouncing off of each other. Mabel being upset about Dipper closing off their connection, Stan asking the bus driver to take them personally to the Shack, Mabel angrily knitting a sweater, the mental hugging and glitter...I love this so much. I'll just be over here, mashing F5 for the next week.

Re: [FILL: Part 2] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

D'awww, Stan. <3

I loved the conversation between the kids; it's just the right amount of fluffy and menacing.

Re: [FILL: Part 2] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

OP

AMAZING, you are amazing. The good cop/bad cop part was beautifully sinister and completely in character. I loved Dipper's line about villain monologues, and Mabel's sparkle glitter response (you're so good at mental vs. physical voices, not that there's a huge difference between them for the kids). I even loved Mabel's ANGRY SWEATER OH WELL SHE CAN DO IT OVER >:) feelings, they were very easy to imagine. And the way they love each other makes me so so happy! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW STAN HANDLES 'EM.

[FILL: Part 3] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Dipper was immediately on edge as he looked at the man claiming to be their 'grunkle'. He looked normal enough, but normal humans don't just pop up from nowhere. And there was something strange about that sparkling smoke...

Dipper inhaled deeply once the smoke cleared, and suddenly tensed.

Mabel, I don't think he's human!

Really? What makes you say that?

Well for starters, he suddenly appeared from nowhere...

Smoke bomb! He was probably hiding behind the totem pole or something, and ran out after he threw the smoke bomb. Just like Nightowl from Mega Pals. Oh my gosh! What if he is a ninja like Nightowl? We might have a ninja uncle! A Ninjuncle! Superhero family, here we come!

Mabel! Calm down. I thought of that, but he couldn't run that far in a single second. Especially not with how old he is. Or looks, at least. But that's not all. He smells weird.

Come on, Dip Dop. All old people smell weird. It's like, a fact of life or something.

No, Mabel. He smells lke them.

Mabel's eyes widened as far as they would go and she stared at their grunkle for several seconds. Then she turned to Dipper with the largest smile he had ever seen, and put her hands over her mouth to hold in a squeal.

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! You think he's a vampire?! That's even better than a superhero! We could finally have someone who understands! We could finally have a real family again!

We should still play it safe for a while, in case I'm wrong and he's just a really weird human. Or some other type of monster.

Roger that, Sir Dippingsauce!

Mabel turned towards their uncle with the smile still firmly stuck on her face. Dipper could see she was practically vibrating from excitement, but it was even more apparent through their mental bond. A constant stream of 'Oh my gosh!' punctuated with squeals. Sparkling pictures of the three of them laughing and playing while having a picnic. And, Dipper's personal favorite, dramatic scenes of them terrifying people as part of Stan's tours.

Dipper let a small, honest smile form on his face. Mabel's excitement was contagious. But hopefully he wouldn't get so excited he started throwing up.

Mabel was waving her arms frantically and squealing as she tried to form a coherent sentence.

"Hi Grunkle Stan!! It's so nice to meet you! I'm Mabel and this is Dipper and we're twelve year old twins and thisplaceissocool and this summer isgoingtobesoawsome and it's NICE TO MEET YOU!!!"

She finally gave in and enthusiastically glomped their confused grunkle while Dipper chuckled softly.

Re: [FILL: Part 3] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Awww, this is so fucking cute, anon. This line: But hopefully he wouldn't get so excited he started throwing up. is so perfect, too - it must be rough sometimes to share emotions with someone as excitable as Mabel!

Re: [FILL: Part 3] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

OP

This is SO ADORABLE, I am so happy. I wasn't expecting that Stan's potentially a vamp too. Mabel is adorable - of course she'd be ecstatic about finding Her People. The imaginary picnics are perfect. Also, your ear for dialogue continues to be magnificent. AAAH CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

[FILL: Part 4] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, I know it hasn't been a week since I added the last part, but since I was late in getting it out you get two parts this week! And bonus! This is the first section with Stan's pov!
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WARNING: Self harm. Nothing graphic, and not related to depression/suicide, but it's mentioned.

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To say Stan was suspicious when his nephew called him would be a huge understatement. The man barely even knew he existed, for crying out loud. Why would he want Stan, of all people, to watch his kids during the summer?

Stan had met his nephew a grand total of two times; once when the man himself was born, and once when his kids were born.

And what a mess that last time had been.

Shermie's wife had passed away a few years prior and he had been completely inconsolable. They had been childhood sweethearts; together until her death.

When Shermie's daughter in-law became pregnant, her husband had hoped that expecting a grandchild would be able to pull his father out of the funk he had fallen into, and it had. It had given Shermie a new purpose in life. But it had also made him nervous as hell.

Nervous as heck. Nervous as heck. If Stan was going to take care of two young kids for the summer, then he needed to start thinking kid friendly so he didn't slip up.

As soon as Shermie heard of his daughter in-law's pregnancy he had called 'Stanford' and begged him to come to the birth. He knew the happy couple would be completely absorbed in each other and he didn't think he could handle it alone.

Unable to endure the thought of his big brother being such a wreck, Stan had agreed.

Stan knew that he would be expected to do more than awkwardly pat Shermie's back and leave after a few comforting words, like he had for 'Stanley's' funeral. And that Shermie wouldn't be as distracted as he was for his own son's birth. So that meant Stan wouldn't be able to get away with stuffing the extra finger in Ford's gloves with cotton this time.

So with seven month's to spare, Stan took a razor to the outer edge of his palms and made up a sappy story about getting his sixth fingers surgically removed because Stanley was the only one who liked them and Stanford felt guilty about his death.

Maybe he should have expected Shermie would try to readmit him into psychiatric care.

But at least Shermie wasn't a nervous wreck anymore, right? And Stan got some interesting scars and stories out of it; telling strangers that you cut off your own fingers made them think you were a real bada-

Tough guy. It made them think you were real tough.

Stan really had a lot of work to do. Maybe he should make a list of acceptable alternatives to swears.

In the end, although Grandfather Shermie had a bigger role in life than Big Brother Shermie, he still made sure to call Stan several times a year; on all the holidays, everyone's birthdays, and sometimes just because.

Stan appreciated it. He really did. But he still didn't make any efforts to connect with the rest of the family. Pretending to be Ford that often would drive him insane for real.

So even without hearing his nephew's nervous laughter and occasional stutter, Stan knew something strange was going on when he called out of the blue and asked Stan to take care of his kids during the summer.

But to tell the truth, with Soos reaching adulthood and Wendy in a rebellious-teenager phase, Stan was getting a bit lonely. And besides, if Stan had practically raised five kids without any of them discovering his secrets then there was nothing to fear from two more visiting him for a few months.

Shermie was ecstatic when Stan told him. But he also didn't know anything about Soos, the Corduroy kids, or Stan's involvement with the town; so he thought this was Stan's first contact with humans outside of business in thirty years.

Well it wasn't quite as bad as Shermie thought, but yeah; Stan was getting lonely. So if he was looking forward to the kids' arrival, well no one had to know about it.

And if he spent extra time cleaning (or making Soos clean, at least) it was only natural to try to impress the guests so they didn't call social services or whatever. Buying high quality, hand made, bedding and carefully smoothing out all the creases had the exact same reason.

And if he left his old collection of the Sibling Brothers books on Dipper's nightstand, it was because he had been taking a break from prepping the room and just forgot about them in his old age.

The caticorn plushie on Mabel's bed was an overstocked toy from the gift shop, not something he had sewn specifically for her.

Even if it was the only caticorn plushie in existence.

The art supplies under her bed were surplus from all the crazy things he made for the Shack, and were only unopened due to chance.

And the only reason he knew what the kids liked was because their dad wouldn't shut up about them; not because Stan had asked him a million questions.

Cancelling his tours for the day the kids were expected to arrive was simply for convenience sake, as was calling his favorite bus driver and asking him to pick up the kids on his day off.

Pacing nervously in front of his door and occasionally peeking out the window like a child looking for Santa Claus was brought on by his love of mischief and showing off. He couldn't wait to see the kids' frightened faces when he appeared right in front of them and scared the crap out of them.

Okay. Stan couldn't even convince himself of that last one. No wonder Ford had expected him to do whatever he said without question; Stan put way too much effort into a family that didn't want him.

When the kids finally arrived Stan spun around with a giddy grin before using his 'special trick' to suddenly pop right in front of them. He performed his grandest introduction yet and smiled wide as he waited for the kids' response. But when Dipper tensed and Mabel just stared at Stan for several seconds his smile faltered.

Maybe the special trick had been too much after all. The crowds always ate it up, but then again they were expecting that kind of stuff. The kids probably weren't.

Before Stan could say anything less showy, Mabel suddenly smiled wide and looked at Dipper before turning back towards Stan. She started waving her arms around and squealing while Dipper gave Stan a small smile.

Stan blinked. Okaaay... Maybe the kids just had really delayed reaction times.

"Hi Grunkle Stan!! It's so nice to meet you! I'm Mabel and this is Dipper and we're twelve year old twins and thisplaceissocool and this summer isgoingtobesoawsome and it's NICE TO MEET YOU!!!"

Stan stumbled slightly as Mabel suddenly launched herself at him. He awkwardly returned her hug as he mentally reassessed the situation. He couldn't understand why a young child would be so excited to spend time with a strange adult she just met, but the strange way the kids reacted to his introduction combined with the way their father acted on the phone was causing Stan to suspect something he didn't like.

He smiled ruefully and squeezed Mabel a bit tighter. It seemed he wasn't the only one that was desperate for family.

Re: [FILL: Part 4] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

I'M SCREAMING, this is great! Stan going that extra mile for them before he's even met them, I love it.

[FILL: Part 5 CORRECTED REPOST] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Of course, the html didn't work. So I'll just have to stick with italics for Dipper and bold for Mabel, unless anyone knows anything that actually works in dreamwidth. I just really don't like the look of bolded italic when I want to emphasize something in Dipper's thoughts. Reposting...



And once again I missed my self-appointed deadline, and what I do have is really short. I swear I will start updating regularly eventually! I'm also going to try different html for the thoughts, so crossing my fingers that it works and I don't have to re-post.

Anyway, I noticed I wrote part 4 as though Dipper and Mabel's dad was born after Stan went to Gravity Falls. Pretend I didn't and he was born during Stan's ten year homeless spell, so the first time Stan met him was at the funeral for Shermie's wife. It makes much more sense that way.
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"And to your right is the amazing Sascrotch!" Stan told the kids grandly. "And that concludes the Mystery Shack tour!" He leaned closer to the children to whisper conspiratorially. "Now just between you and me, all this stuff is fake. But don't tell anyone, alright? I'm running a business here!"

Stan straightened back up and started leading the way to the rest of the house. "That's the usual tour route," he said. "But sometimes I open other parts of the house during parties. Now if you'll follow me, I'll give you a tour of the private living quarters."

The kids trailed after Stan dutifully, but Mabel slowed down a bit once she noticed Dipper sulking.

What's wrong bro-bro? she asked mentally.

Dipper sighed. It's nothing, Mabel. But after seeing Stan's fake museum I think we can definitely say he's not a vampire. After all, what self-respecting vampire would make an exhibit called the Hampire?

Maybe it's a pun. You know, 'cause he's a vampire and he's a real ham. HA! Get it?

Dipper pouted at the joke, and then frowned once he realized what he was doing. That's not helping, Mabel.

Sorry Dipper, I just couldn't help it! But I still think we should test Stan somehow. You did say he might be a different kind of monster, anyway.

Mabel, I don't think any monster would run a place like this.

But can we still test him? Pleeeease? Mabel sent images of wide eyed kittens and puppies across the bond. HA! Normal kids got nothin' on her when it came to pleading puppie-dog eyes! She added tears and wobbling lips for dramatic effect. Think how wonderful it would be if we could finally belong somewhere.

Alright, alright! GAH! Get those things out of my head!

Dipper glanced at Stan to make sure he hadn't noticed anything weird before turning his attention back to the mental conversation.

It will probably take a while to figure out how to test him, since it's really hard to tell what's true in the few non-fiction sources that exist about vampires. And you're going to have to help me sort through them.

Of course I'll help! You think I'd pass up an opportunity like this? You wound me, brother!

I'm just saying that you have a short attention span and you're really hyper. Not that that's a bad thing! Dipper hastened to assure. I love you just like you are, but I won't be able to do this by myself.

Ahhhhh! That's so sweet! Mabel teased. Love ya too, brosef.

Oh shut up. Dipper retorted. But Mabel could tell he enjoyed the playful teasing. Just help me start plotting ways to test Stan.

Thanks, mod!

[(Anonymous)]

w-anon

Thanks for deleting the previous post, mod! The worst thing about posting anon is the inability to edit/delete your posts as you please.

Re: [FILL: Part 5 CORRECTED REPOST] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

D'awww, this continues to be adorable and perfect.

Re: [FILL: Part 5 CORRECTED REPOST] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

Aw, this is so sweet. I can't wait to see what these two brats get up to.

Re: [FILL: Part 5 CORRECTED REPOST] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

OP here, and this is in-character and adorable as ever. THEY'RE GOING TO TEST STAN, of course they will, that is of course the logical thing to do :D Also I love that they discussed their feeeeeeeeeelings and Dipper was reasonably tactful, and oh my god they just know each other and need each other so much! Thank you for this installment, it totally brightened my day.

[FILL: Part 6] Mabel/Dipper, vampire AU

[(Anonymous)]

omg, I have had TERRIBLE writer's block! I finally managed to write something, but just know that I will finish this no matter how long it takes, or how much time is between posts. I hate leaving works unfinished.
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Soos Ramirez was by no means rich; in fact, he could even be considered poor. But one thing he had always had an abundance of for as long as he could remember was family. Uncles, aunts, grandparents, and way too many cousins to count. They weren't what most people would call 'close' family, but they were family that cared. So many races and cultures all intermarried into a strange mix of awesome.

Somehow that only made the lack of 'close' family, parents and siblings, stand out even more.

Soos knew it wasn't his mom's fault that she died giving birth and he couldn't blame non-existent siblings for not existing, but what about his dad? Soos couldn't understand why his dad would leave such a wonderful family, and every time he saw cousin Reggie getting a wrestling lesson from his father, Soos got a little bit jealous.

But things started getting better after he met Mr. Pines.

It was about six months after Soos's dad left that Abuelita decided he had moped long enough. It was December and the Mystery Shack was having a special holiday theme for the entire month, and Abuelita took Soos to every tour despite the tight funds.

It was the most amazing gift Soos had ever gotten in his short life.

Soos could still remember how beautiful the Shack looked that day. There were Christmas decorations, Hanukkah decorations, decorations from other religions that Soos didn't recognize, and all kinds of sparkling things that made the Shack shine and glow like it was from another world.

The attractions were all winter themed as well. Yeti statues and 'abominable snowmen' (snowmen that were purposefully built badly)stood in the museum, beautiful ice sculptures were on sale in the gift shop, and there was even a spot outside sectioned off for people to play in the snow (for a fee, of course). But to Soos, the most amazing thing of all was Mr. Mystery himself.

He had appeared in front of the crowed in a burst of glittering smoke that immediately had the crowd enchanted. With the bright colors contrasting against the white of the snow, and both sparkling in the winter sun, it was like a brilliant decoration all on its own.

He was wearing thick winter clothing (for he'd turned all the heat off in the house so the attractions wouldn't melt - and probably to save money) that looked a bit strange combined with the fez that almost covered his slightly grey hair. But even with the thick, strange looking, clothing and the glitter that covered him once the smoke cleared, Mr. Mystery moved with such grace, skill, and confidence that he had a strong air of professionalism anyway.

As he led the group through the tour, he told them stories. He spoke with passion. He spoke with pride. He spoke with love. As though chasing after monsters was his deepest desire and nothing gave him greater joy than to be living that dream. And it made the group think. Maybe magic was real. Maybe the impossible could happen. Maybe, their dreams could come true as well.

Mr. Mystery made them believe, and for Soos, that was the greatest magic of all.

And Soos decided that he wanted to make people believe as well.

After that first day, Soos spent as much time as he could at the Mystery Shack, usually in the gift shop since entry was free. He dreamed that his dad would come back and Soos would take him to the Mystery Shack where he'd be so amazed that he'd never want to leave Gravity Falls again. And maybe he could get a job at the Mystery Shack and Soos could tag along every day. And then, when Soos became an adult his dad could retire and Soos could take his job. And Mr. Mystery would be so impressed with him that he'd train Soos to be the next Mr. Mystery. And then Soos could make people believe.

So Soos went to the Shack every day and dreamed. Because magic was real, and the impossible could happen, and his dreams could come true. And Soos believed.

As the years went by Reggie kept wrestling, Soos kept dreaming, and Mr. Mystery got greyer. And Soos's dad never came.

On his twelve birthday, when Soos realized his dad wasn't ever going to come, Soos finally started to doubt. Perhaps magic wasn't real after all.

When Soos heard an explosion later that evening, he first thought Abuelita was watching TV. Until he realized the noise had come from the backyard instead of the living room. Confused, he rushed out the door and stopped abruptly when he saw the blackened remains that was left of one of the trees.

As he looked around to try and find an explanation, he noticed the screwdriver on the ground. When he picked it up and saw the Mystery Shack logo he wasn't sure what to think. He didn't think Mr. Mystery would go around blowing up people's trees, and if he was hunting monsters he'd be more likely to be in the woods. And he probably wouldn't use a screwdriver for that.

There really wasn't any reason Soos could think of for how the screwdriver wound up in his yard, even if he ignored the tree thing. He finally decided that it didn't matter what happened and he would just return the tool to Mr. Mystery. The fact that he had an excuse to talk to his idol certainly played a role in this decision.

The last thing Soos expected that day was to get hired by Mr. Mystery, and suddenly, he knew he'd found his father. And he believed.

Abuelita was a devout catholic, though Soos couldn't remember her ever going to church, but she always read aloud from the Bible each evening.

"Why do I need to confess my sins to a man when God is all knowing?" she would say. "Why hear a man's opinions of what God said, when I can read God's words myself? It is a silly custom."

Soos's favorite part of the Bible was the one where it said that anyone you meet might secretly be an angel.

When Soos started work, he learned that My. Mystery was the one who founded the popular Lodge (though Soos still didn't quite know what it was). He learned that Mr. Mystery was taking care of the Corduroy kids since their mom died earlier that year and their dad was a wreck. He learned that Mr. Mystery would take boxes of food and blankets to the crazy man in the dump when he thought no one would notice. And the more Soos learned, the more firmly convinced he was that Mr. Mystery was an angel.

As more years passed, Mr. Mystery became Mr. Pines and the Corduroy kids became Soos's friends, though he secretly thought of them as his siblings. And when they moved back in with their dad Soos was sad because he missed them and Mr. Pines definitely missed them, but he was also glad because their dad wanted them. They promised to visit often and Soos decided they were more like cousins than siblings. And that was fine because Soos already had a lot of cousins.

The first time Mr. Pines saw Soos he had called him 'gumdrop' and Soos decided he liked that. It sounded like a nickname and gumdrops were soft and sweet, and Soos decided those were good things to be.

The next several days Soos worked at the Mystery Shack Mr. Pines called him Gumdrop, when he called him anything, until he realized that he didn't actually know Soos's name. After asking what it was he started using it, but he quickly picked up on the fact that Soos liked being called Gumdrop. So he started calling him that again and Soos liked it even better because now it was a nickname, and it was proof that Mr. Pines wanted Soos to be happy.

He liked it even more when Mr. Pines slipped and used the nickname around Soos's family.

It was Thanksgiving - just five months since Soos got his job - and he had actually managed to convince Mr. Pines to celebrate with him and his family. And as he watched Mr. Pines talking and laughing with his family and switching suddenly to spanish just as easily as the rest of them without even realizing it, Soos didn't think life could get any better. But then Mr. Pines just casually called Soos Gumdrop and kept on talking as if he had used his name. When he noticed everyone stop talking and stare at him he asked what had happened, and Abuelita explained what he'd said.

Mr. Pines face got as red as his fez and he started talking loudly and waving his arms wildly. Soos's family just gave each other knowing smiles before tackling Mr. Pines into a group hug, and Soos knew that they knew as well as he did that Mr. Pines was family. And when Mr. Pines finally got free from the hug and gave them all a shy smile, it was clear that he knew it too.

As Soos worked at the Shack longer, he realized that the attractions were all faked and Mr. Pines (probably) wasn't and angel, but that only made Soos admire him even more. Because when someone can take something normal and make it magical isn't that amazing? And isn't it amazing when someone is normal but is easily mistaken for an angel? And when someone that has lost all hope and is full of self-hate can make someone else believe in themselves, well isn't that the most magical thing of all?

(Soos wished he didn't think Mr. Pines hated himself, but there are only so many self-depreciating remarks someone can make and not mean it.)

Every time Mr. Pines did anything with the Ramirez and Corduroy families he was always so hesitant. Like he couldn't believe that they actually liked him and wanted to spend time with him. And Soos wondered if Mr. Pines family hadn't wanted him either.

Soos decided that the first person he taught to believe would be Mr. Pines.

And so throughout the ten years Soos worked at the Mystery Shack he tried his best to be a good son, even if Mr. Pines didn't see him that way.

And when Mr. Pines grand-niblings came to visit, Soos recognized the wary and hardened glint in their eyes from Mr. Pines. And Soos decided that he would also be the best cousin ever, and these children too would learn to believe.

Soos knew without a doubt that he would succeed and the Pines family would get their happily ever after. Because magic was real and the impossible could happen.

And he believed.

~ ~ ~

Dipper flopped face first onto his bed with a loud groan. In contrast, Mabel jumped onto her bed and started bouncing with an excited giggle. After several seconds, Dipper managed to turn his head enough to glare at her.

"How can you possibly be so happy?" Dipper asked.

Unfazed by Dipper's attitude, Mabel gave him a blinding grin. "Because, Sir Grumpy Pants," she said teasingly. "We've made pro-ogress!"

"Progress?" Dipper scoffed incredulously. "All we did was discover that even the so-called 'nonfiction' resources on vampires are wrong. We haven't made progress Mabel; we're right back at square one."

Mabel stopped bouncing and turned towards Dipper with her hands on her hips. "Don't be such a sourpuss," she chided. "We know more than we did when we started. And what would we do if we didn't have our own vampire test subject? Shove garlic in Stan's face and see what happens? If it didn't work and he is a vampire, all we would have done is make him suspicious."

"You dudes think Mr. Pines is a vampire?"

Dipper let out a high-pitched scream and fell off the bed. Two reactions he would vehemently deny when Mabel teased him about it later. But for now, all Mabel did was tense and whip her head around to find whoever had spoken.

Stan's handyman was leaning against the door frame and casually messing with the hinges like he hadn't just heard someone call his boss a literal monster.

"How long have you been there?" Mabel snapped at him.

"Oh, I was here before you dudes came in," Soos replied. "But what's this talk about suspecting Mr. Pines of vampirism and having a vampire 'test subject'? You two aren't keeping someone prisoner and experimenting on them are you? 'Cause you know, that's not cool dudes. Do I need to warn Mr. Pines and start a rescue mission?"

He was looking at her with such a serious and stern expression that Mabel almost physically recoiled from the sudden change.

"WHAT?!" She squawked. "We aren't... we don't... we're not trying to KILL Stan!" she finally spluttered. "We just... we just wanted..."

"Look, Zeus was it?" Dipper interrupted his sister. He stood up from the floor and dusted himself off, trying to look like he hadn't been startled and was totally in control.

"Nah, it's Soos dawg. You know, like Jesus, but without the 'hey'."

"Yeah, yeah, Soos," Dipper continued dismissively. "Are you saying you wouldn't care if Stan was a vampire?"

"Of course I wouldn't!" Soos said emphatically. "I would do anything for Mr. Pines! It doesn't matter what he is!"

"Right. And you don't think we're crazy? You actually believe us when we say Stan might be a vampire?"

"Oh yeah," Soos nodded. "I've suspected Mr. Pines isn't human for years, though I was thinking angel instead of vampire. But a vampire boss would be cool too dawg! So I don't think you're crazy. Well, heh, unless you're experimenting on someone," he amended. "Then I would call you crazy, but you know, not because of the vampire thing..."

Dipper suddenly started laughing and Soos stumbled back a step, gripping his screwdriver tightly.

"Soos," Dipper said fondly. Fondly! Even though he barely knew him, and Mabel gasped as she realized where Dipper was going with this.

"We're not trying to kill Stan and we don't have a prisoner," Dipper explained. "We... made a friend... that happens to be a vampire. And when we started wondering if Stan was a vampire they got excited at the idea of someone who could understand. We decided to catalog all the ways to check for vampirism, and our friend volunteered to test them." He gave Soos a small smile. "Maybe you could meet them if they can be convinced that you mean no harm."

"Well that's a relief," Soos visibly relaxed. "I'd hate to have to fight Mr. Pines family. But you wouldn't have been able to actually catalog anything, you know."

"What do you mean?"

Well how would you know if a reaction was from vampirism or something else?" Soos asked. "Someone might just have allergies to silver and garlic, and compelled counting might just be obsessive compulsive behavior."

"Soos, you are a genius," Mabel breathed in awe.

"Yeah," Dipper agreed. "I never thought about that." He suddenly pulled a notepad and pen out from somewhere under his bed. He grinned excitedly at Soos. "So tell me what it was that made you think Stan wasn't human. I want as many details as possible!"

"Well I first met Mr. Pines when I was four..." Soos started. As he told his story the twins kept interrupting with excited questions, and Soos noticed how they kept glancing at each other and couldn't stop grinning. He smiled as well.

Mission B was proceeding as planned.