ok time swap/travel + apocalypse AU pinecest with older!Mabel x younger!Dipper and vice versa...
the idea is that the twins fell into another one of those time machine thingies in both the present and future Gravity Falls (older!Dipper and younger!Dipper swapped due to the time machine) and somehow they ended up on different states of the apocalypstic USA with their corresponding twin. The zombies in this AU are called 'ANOMALIES', a given name by the government.
Right before the apocalypse had attacked Gravity Falls, the relationship between the older!Pines twins strained when Dipper confessed to Mabel about his feelings towards her and she downright rejected him and this lead to Dipper keeping to himself and acting indifferent to his sister during the apocalypse itself. Their relationship strained so bad, that Dipper told her to call him by 'Mason' instead.
They often argued during raids and fights because they never communicated. The last thing Mabel had said to Dipper right before the time trip was "I WISH IT WAS YOU THAT DIED INSTEAD OF GRUNKLE STAN!"
Dipper's disappearance had fucked up Mabel's sanity horribly. Even surviving on her own was a struggle without her brother's instinctive tactics... until the day she found her brother again — in his younger form, struggling to fight against an ANOMALY. Mabel saved his life there and then with her shotgun.
Older!Mabel grew attached to her brother's younger self, promising to protect him and rekindle their relationship. Younger!Dipper already had a crush on Mabel in his own timeline, so you can imagine how he reacted when he sees the older version of a now badass Mabel. Yup.
As for older!Dipper x younger!Mabel, it's a little more angsty. Despite the time trip, he was still indifferent and cold to his sister's younger self. He made Mabel only call him by his real name, never Dipper. One time during a walk in the woods to find for shelter, he even yelled at her "Are you always this fucking annoying, Mabel?!" to which, as you can guess it, only made the teen girl cry and it lead to a huge conflict and her reminding his older self that although she may never know what happened in his timeline, Pines would always stick together. And she knows that the Mabel in his timeline was still looking for him to fix things when he goes back.
He realises his mistake and swore on his life to protect her, and to make sure that she never dies in this timeline so that her future self would still be alive.
Anddddd the rest of this will be worked on in my AO3 and comics. teehee😙 Let me know what I should add on into this AU! What are some conflicts or life threatening scenarios do u wanna see for some extra angst?
Donatello/Reader Pairing. Song based. No I did not check it for spelling errors 🥰
"Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in" 🎶
He texted you around an hour ago, and eventually you saw the hotel he sent you appear in the distance of the fog. Why here? Why in this dingy middle of nowhere place would he call you up and ask you to meet him? After months of being.. nothing, of being gone.You parked the car in the lot, watching as few guests walked into the hotel lobby doors, coats and cloaks and few wearing hoods or wraps around their head, as if they wanted to hide themselves, as if the cold wasn't the only thing they were trying to keep out.
Walking in was just as cold as it was outside, it felt dull and damp the moment your boots made it through the sliding doors. There was a statue in the middle of the lobby, bare with cracks in the stone. An angel, with wings, one tip of her wings cracked off and Webbed by spiders making their nests, her nimble fingers reaching towards the sky as her other hand held up a towel to cover her body, and a cloth placed over her eyes.
"The concierge was cold. The water pipes had mold all over them" 🎶
Walking past the statue, you make it to the front desk with a small line, feeling eyes cascade your frame while you stand. The place had an eerie feel to it, like it was meant to be abandoned, or maybe everybody here was a ghost. You could pick up the faint scent of damp carpet and the crisp smell of icy air, the worst of it was the smell of mold growing fresh on water pipes that are long past their repair. Looking around the lobby, you could even see cracks in walls where the pipes were visible, and the smallest little shiver tingle down your spine. Why did he ask you to meet him here, out of all the places.. why here?
"The room was fit for two. The bed was left in ruins" 🎶
You make your way to the front of the line, brushing past the velvet rope that's peeling off. Old. It looks grim and old. There's a woman sitting on a bench nearby with her head in her hands, there's a couple in red stepping up the spiral staircase with heels clicking on each step, and there's a man behind the glass with a lazy eye, watching you as you offer the ticket on your mobile that Donnie had sent you. He grunts in response, and hands you a key. The key is cold in your grasp, jingling as you take it and tuck it in your jacket pocket.
“Is it always this dark?”
You ask the man, wondering if it's just a slow night that it looks so cave-like in this hotel, but he gives you less of a response and more of an annoyed stare. Long night most likely, you think to yourself as you nod and walk away with a key. You follow up the spiral stairs you had seen the couple go up, imagining the clicking of two red heels and sounds of the whispering around you, making it up to see two large elevator doors. They're metal, but the metal looks like it's rusting.. and 2 buttons on the call panel are missing.
The top floor had been the place he chose to room, which was funny because on the room listings on the headboard, there was only one room bought out on the top floor. You click the button and wait for a ding, walking into the elevator that creaks under your weight the moment you step in, making your heart sink a bit from the worry that it might collapse by the time you're halfway up.. Once the elevator gets going, you can almost picture what Donnie might want from you. He's been gone for a while, left without a text or a call, hells- even a letter would have been nice. The more you watch the number of floors get higher on the bright glowing screen, the more you feel a tingle in your stomach or a cold shiver in your spine. Through the faint smell of wet air and mold, you can pick up the scent of Donnie himself, remembering how long ago it was since you last smelled the cologne sticking to his clothes, with your face pressed up against his shirt, wondering when you'll be able to smell it again.
The loud ding of the elevator snaps you out of your mind in an instant, brushing your fingers through your hair as you step out and try to take a breath, and you would if it weren't for the fact you nearly just stepped on a rat on your way out. Slowly you walk down the hall, a window at the end of the hall showing a small white glow of the sign outside, reading off the name of the hotel with few letters missing, probably fallen off.. the hallway is dark, your footsteps are the only thing you can hear, and the quiet buzz of a flickering light on the ceiling. Everything in this hotel screams at you to turn around, to tell Donnie that if he really wanted to see you then he would come to you instead of.. whatever this stupid place is. You felt like you'd die here, and after everything- you're still mad at him, obviously, but he could have at least told you *anything* about where he was going. You stand at the front of the door that the key you were given opens, the numbers on the door are faded, like they were drawn in some kind of chalk by a child.
"The neighbor was knocking, yeah.." 🎶
When you stop to hold your breath, you can almost hear the soft breaths inside the door. Donnie. It's him, really, inside of this door. The only thing keeping him from you are these old walls with the wallpaper peeling off and this door that you honestly could kick inwards if you didn't have a key. You take the key out of your pocket, the keychain had fallen off, leaving it in its gold linings by itself. You hesitate when you lift your hand to the door where the keyhole is, wondering about every situation that could possibly happen the second you open this door. You roll your tongue in your mouth like a toy, trying to think, to think of anything other than the fact that you want to scream. You want to yell, scream, cry, all at him, because where the fuck has he been for the last few months? And why didn't he tell you?
..With a sharp inhale, you hold your breath, one hand clutching the strap of your bag that's hung on your shoulder, your hand reaching forward and inserting the key into the little keyhole. Two turns is what it took to get the door to open, god damn this place and it's crumbling textures, it would call for a city inspection if it wasnt so far out from the actual city. Slowly the door creaks open, your hand pushing it forward as you walk in and let it shut behind you. A cold brush of wind is blowing against your face from the AC, your boots softly thumping on the floor as you walk forward, and forward, and see him.
Oke I was gonna go on with focusing on something else for this chapter but then @musetta3 pointed out a massive missed opportunity so I'm doing that instead.
Welcome to Kirkwall, Lord Trevelyan!
Jonathan had to remind himself that they were fortunate to have found this tavern. Truly, the city was already overflowing with disgruntled sailors and passengers who have had to pull their ships ashore thanks to the heavy autumn storms. Every bit of space with a cover had already been taken. Save for this. How shocking, the thought creeped forward as he swept a look over the run down room. He smothered it. They were lucky, that’s what they were, even if the floors of this establishment were sticky enough for Jonathan to have to put in some effort to pull his boots free of them. Even if the language the patrons shouted at each other didn’t exactly sound like Common anymore. Even if the stares aimed at him and his armoured retinue made him squirm under his cloak. They were lucky to find shelter from the downpour, somewhere warm where the owner wouldn’t mind them dripping water all over the floor. They were helping, really.
The Hanged Man, Jonathan was sure, was the sort of place that wasn’t so bad once you got used to it. Maybe it could happen soon. A hot meal and some dry clothes would do wonders to help that.
He couldn’t just throw his bag open and change into something more comfortable just yet, however. Jonathan peeled off his dripping wet leather gloves and frowned in discomfort at the just-as-wet bandage underneath. He shot a look at the captain, who was heatedly but civilly discussing accommodation fees with the barkeep, who kept eyeing their soldiers and their various bandages with a wary look, as if they might break out into chaos any second now. Jonathan had a feeling he shouldn’t make himself too comfortable just yet.
They'd sent word to Harold of their arrival. If they were lucky enough, he could use up a favour and house them in the Templar barracks, at least for the night. Maybe.
They put together half a table and three chairs for their drinks. Soldiers shared seating, but they didn't seem to mind as they helped each other take off their armour - "least it rusts together into a one-piece", they laughed. Galbert, always the prepared type, had managed to sort himself a nice, cozy seat by the fire. Jonathan looked over with a spot of envy from his own cramped seat at the table.
The sound of a handful of coins hitting the wood jolted him alert. In front of him stood a dwarf, his golden hair shining as bright as the chain around his neck, his gaze avid and curious. He pulled up a chair as he shuffled forward with a hand resting confidently against the worn wood.
"Why don't we make this easier for everyone - if you sit somewhere else, the next few rounds are on me," he said to the people currently taking up the other half of the table. Clearly, it seemed to be an acceptable deal, for they quickly gathered up the pieces and went straight to the bar, allowing their party to take over.
Jonathan eyed the dwarf uncertainly, "Thank you, erm..."
"Varric Tethras, at your service," he intoned. Practiced. Definitely practiced.
Dun dun duuuuuun. I'm living for the conversations they'll have in Inquisition tbh :)))))
Cassandra: "Do you know where Hawke is"
Varric: "Ermmm..."
Cassandra: "This man, the prisoner, have you met him before"
Confrontations explode as Ethan and Vivienne admit to their year-long affair. Vivienne suspects Dipper's infidelity, forcing him to protect his secret with Mabel. After the emotional fallout and argument, the twins reunite at the beach, and now single, they embrace their forbidden relationship with a passionate, public intimate sex on a cliffside.
okay. soooo remember when i said i had something special to celebrate 200+ followers here?
i'm releasing another pinecest smutty one shot on my ao3 soon! 😋 this time it's gonna be nastayyyyy and freakayyyy 😛
as a teaser, you guys get the title and the summary first! posting in the next few days, so keep your notifs on or subscribe to my ao3 profile for notifs.
Mabel’s Guide to Life: Fucking your Twin Brother on Livestream!
Mabel has a secret side hustle as a camgirl all whilst studying fashion in London – performing under a masked alias ‘Maestrae’ as an income. Her infamous shooting star lower back tattoo has become her signature feature, but her true identity remains a mystery. Meanwhile, in LA, her college burnout brother Dipper turns to camgirl streams for stress relief. When he stumbles upon Mabel's channel, he becomes instantly hooked, unaware that the woman behind the mask is his own sister.
Summer break comes, and Dipper's plans are simple: catch up on sleep, and binge-watch his new favorite streamer. But Mabel has other ideas. She shows up at his apartment unannounced, eager for a sibling reunion.
Dipper spots Mabel's distinctive tattoo when she wears a pair of low-rise shorts, completely taking him by surprise. That very night, he spent it trying to deny that Mabel was ‘Maestrae’, as well as having to come to terms that he had found his sister attractive. And that he had jerked himself off to her all this time.
His dilemma comes to a halt when he receives a notification of the streamer’s live. Hearing Mabel's muffled voice and prompts, he bursts into her room mid-stream, putting on a show for her audience. In that moment, everything changes, and Dipper can no longer ignore the truth.
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OR: camgirl!mabel x college burnout!dipper. Dipper’s a fucking gooner ok. he GOONS. and he WANTS TO FUCK HIS SISTER OKAY!! IN HIS DEFENSE HE DIDN’T KNOW HIS SISTER WAS THE CAMGIRL OK💔🥀
