x Reader, OC Cameron, Laura Barton, Barton children
some swearing but other than that none :)
has a four
year old son from another relationship but Bucky loves him
nevertheless. After dropping him off at Laura and Clint’s, Bucky
just has to tell Y/N how amazed he is by her juggling this life and
24 hours. He had 24 hours to come up with something.
Who was he kidding. There was no way to hide this. No way to
cover it up or joke it off.
The kids weren’t human anymore, he was a gargoyle with
territory issues, his brother was a sphinx and the majority of Gravity Falls
were a mismatch of monsters and mythical creatures, some of which even Ford had
never seen. Stan needed some way to let their parents down easy.
It’s not that they shouldn’t
take the kids (and they really shouldn’t) but more that they couldn’t. Dipper’s diet consisted entirely of grass and
twigs. Mabel was half fish! Stan
would not let his mermaid of a grand-niece swim and breath the water around San
Francisco. No way, no how.
And a deer in the big city… interstates, masses of people,
the noise… all of that mixed together
alongside Dipper’s new instincts to either freeze or bolt… Stan almost needed
to sit down just thinking about it.
No. The kids had to stay here. The middle school had open
seats and practically all the students were in the same boat as the twins.
So, one problem down – the kids would stay in Gravity Falls.
Now, how to tell that to their folks? Their father had inherited that special
brand of stubborn that seemed to run in Pines blood. He’d put up one hell of a
fight to take his kids back home – mythical creature or not. He’d probably
think up some way to hide certain… aspect of the kids within a few minutes of
seeing them. Hopefully his wife would be a voice of reason.
If the kids were found out, they’d be shipped off to a science
lab faster than you could blink. Federal agencies would descend on Gravity
Falls like a plague – again.
It would be safer for the kids if they stayed with Stan and
And there was the other cause for Stan’s headaches.
Should he even tell them about Ford? They’d all gone 30
years thinking he was Stanford. It
was easy enough to pull off. Stan could mimic his brother flawlessly and Ford
had never been the most social person. Pretending to be the younger of the
twins had been surprisingly easy. Everyone thought he was off being a hermit in
the forests of Oregon, paying for his research by running the Mystery Shack.
But now Ford was actually here, and Stan had a headstone with his name on it
down in New Jersey.
How did one even bring that
‘Oh, by the way, I’m not actually
Stanford. I’m your 30 years’ dead
uncle Stanley! I faked my death and stole my twin’s identity after he got
sucked into some crazy dimension-jumping portal! But don’t worry, after
performing some highly illegal acts and putting the entire town and your son and daughter’s lives in
mortal danger, I got him back. Please don’t tell Sherman.’
Yeah… Stan was going to bribe Dipper into helping him lock
Ford in the basement tomorrow. Leave the old sphinx down there with a book of
riddles that they’d tear the answer sheet out of. That should keep him busy.
The day quickly slipped by and the kids came in from
whatever they’d been doing. Dipper pulled Mabel’s wagon tub over to the dining
table before struggling to sit in the chair next to her.
They’d really need to fix the furniture situation in the
Shack if the kids were staying for the school year. We could at least make him
a chair that’s closer to the ground or something, Stan mused.
Ford had taken the responsibility of making dinner tonight –
not that there was much to make. Mabel got whole, raw fish. Dipper got a square
of turf. Stan ate whatever was around. Really, Ford only had to cook for
himself if he felt like it. If he ate as a sphinx, his meal was just as raw as
As everyone gathered around the table, Stan decided it would
be best to get the news out of the way as soon as possible.
“Kids, we have something we need to talk about,” Stan
Both twins stopped eating and looked at him with slightly
“Now, I know you were hoping to if all this before summer
ended, but…” he scratched the back of his neck with the claws he’d had for two
months now, small flakes of rock falling off.
Dipper looked down at his grass. Ford had explained that the
cure was relatively simple: everyone needed to improve upon themselves. Find
their strongest flaw and work to counter it. While it sounded easy in theory,
it was much harder to actually do. No one like to point out their own flaws.
Stan continued, “Your parents will be here tomorrow around
11 to take you home. I think we all know that’s not happening. Once they see…
all this, they should understand why.”
Ford looked over at his brother, slightly squinting his eyes
“Are you saying that their parents don’t know about ‘all this’?” he said incredulously.
“It’s not like I could simply call them!” Stan defended,
“What would you tell them? How would
you explain that their daughter’s a fish? Or that their son might be shedding
velvet next year? They already thing I’m crazy! The only way they’ll believe this,” he gestured to the kids, “Is if
they see it themselves.”
Ford grumbled but sat back in his chair, resigned. It
wouldn’t do much to call them now anyway. Piedmont was an eight-hour drive from
Gravity Falls on a good day. The kids’ parents were making it half-way and
staying in Redding tonight. They’d make the rest of the trip tomorrow morning,
hoping to drive all the way back home after getting the kids. Ford would let
them make their trip north believing everything was normal.
Dinner was finished with little comment. Afterwards, Stan
went out onto the back parch and slumped back into the old couch. Tomorrow was
going to be a pain in the ass.
The sound of hooves on wood planks alerted him to Dipper’s
presence. The kid jumped onto the couch and turned in a circle before settling
down, legs folded neatly under him.
Stan had to laugh a bit at the sight. “You’re getting the
hang of those things.”
Dipper looked at his new lower body and gave a half smile.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
There was a peaceful silence that hung in the late summer
air for a while before Dipper spoke up again.
“You know, Mabel’s been writing our parents about all this,”
he laughed a bit.
“Think they believed any of it?” Stan smiled as he asked.
They both already knew the answer.
Dipper snorted, “Of course not! They probably chalked it all
up to Mabel’s imagination and storytelling.” Dipper’s smile grew at the thought
of his parent’s reading the letters Mabel sent. Two months of hearing of her
‘adventures underwater’ and thinking Mabel was playing around again. Oh, they
were in for a surprise tomorrow. “It’ll sort of be fun seeing their reaction
when they realized she was telling the truth.”
They both laughed at the idea.
“That, and just the reaction after driving through town!”
Stan added. The town was crawling with monsters after the water bottle incident.
“They’ll think Summerween has taken over the entire season.”
As the laughter faded, Stan looked over at his cervitaur
Maybe tomorrow wouldn’t be as bad as they thought.
Hello! This is the first part of an ongoing series based on the Gravity Falls AU Monster Falls. The story is going to cover the time after the twins’ first Summer in Gravity Falls and the adventure that ensues while they are trying to help citizens break the spell cast by the Fluvius water. For more info about the AU, I suggest starting here, with the creator.
Big thank you to my beta, his-majesty-the-prince-of-whales, who catches the mistakes I am blind to. And a thank you to laur-rants. Most of this story is based off of her Monster Falls comic series and fanart. If you’re curious to see the direction this story might be going, go and check out her work!
Compared to the young Epik High, our work comes out quite slow, right? I’m always sorry because I feel like I’m making our fans wait so long.
But still! I am amazed and grateful at the fact that I have fans who still wait and I can’t stop smiling.
I just want to do something more for you all
You probably don’t know this but I get very anxious every single time I release a song. I play it cool and say I did it (create a song/album) the way I wanted to without caring about what others think but I’m always nervous on the inside hehe
I am once again so happy that I can do music. Thank you.