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Larry: I think I'm falling for you. Blackquill: Then get up.

[pancake-man]

i’m already cursed

This is my Pinescone Secret Santa for Pamela @ladynightmare12 ! She gave me the prompt Fairytale and I instantly knew what to do. I’ve been wanting to write something for this song for so long! Thanks so much, I hope you enjoy it!

Here it is on Ao3!

Story below the readmore!

Lyrics and Inspiration: Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

Years ago, when I was younger,

I kinda liked a girl I knew.

She was mine, and we were sweethearts.

That was then, but then it's true.

Two children, hair wild around their heads like messy halos, dirt clinging to the edges of their clothes and mud stuck between their toes. Smiles on their faces growing as wide as their eyes at each new thing. A stick bug looking for food. A deer stepping lightly through a forest. The call of a bird, shrill and loud above the gentle sounds of the forest.

Dipper’s cap is long forgotten. He doesn’t need to hide, not out here. His birthmark is clearly visible, freckles in an odd pattern, connected by a shaky line of pen. Wirt says he looks cool.

And Wirt, forever cold, even with the warm sun beating down on their backs, closed up in his cape. The ends are frayed and covered in burs, but the blue stands out brilliantly against all the green. Dipper doesn’t ask. It’s not important.

It’s a summer of laughter and running wildly through the woods, shouting Catch me, catch me! And hiding in thickets. Neither of them wants to leave.

But growing up is impossible to avoid, and both have their responsibilities. Dipper packs up his gap-toothed grin and Wirt abandons his dissonant laughter. The wind is ready for winter, and they say see you later!  instead of goodbye. 

I'm in love with a fairytale

Even though it hurts.

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind.

I'm already cursed.

Sometimes Wirt is there. Sometimes he isn’t. Dipper is thirteen, his voice hoarse from changing hormones and from screaming into the silence hoping for some kind of response. He thinks he sees blue through the leaves, but it’s the sky, and he wants to give up.

A childhood of silly games and happy giggles is a fading memory. Dipper wonders if he dreamed it. 

The awkward smile seems like a curse, haunting him at the back of his mind when he wonders what he did wrong.

Dipper has never been one for sitting around doing nothing, so instead he does something. He picks himself up and starts writing. He documents the way the temperature seems to drop around certain parts of the wood. He illustrates in rapidly-improving style the odd twists of the trees. He finds the money for a library computer pass and does whatever research he can. Maybe he doesn’t have time for anything else. He knows it’s worth it.

Every day we started fighting,

Every night we fell in love.

No one else could make me sadder,

But no one else could lift me high above.

Dipper is fifteen. Two years of research have given him a book of matches and bags beneath his eyes. The forest seems colder than he remembers when he steps into it for the first time this summer. Nine months of seasons and he still knows where each root and rock is, carefully making his way to the center even when he can’t see his feet.

The match casts shadows over the trees around him, turning the knotted wood into pained, twisted bodies, calling out for his help. Dipper isn’t there for them.

He steps closer to Wirt’s favorite tree, a towering mess of tangled limbs and leaves. The blaze of the match is nothing compared to the blaze of his eyes. 

“Please,” comes the voice from behind him. Dipper spins around, his match extinguishing. In the shadows he can only make out the vague shape of a cloak. “Don’t do this,” the voice whispers.

“Why not?” Dipper asks, arms crossed because even if he can’t see Wirt, he knows Wirt can see him, and it’s important that Wirt know how pissed he is. 

There’s a pause. “You know what I am, then?”

“I have an idea,” Dipper says, and it’s so hard to keep malice in his tone when Wirt sounds like that. 

Wirt sighs and his shadow melts a bit. “I’m sorry, I couldn't-”

“Sorry?” Dipper interrupts. He actually wasn’t expecting an apology. “You abandoned me. You lied to me!”

“Lied? I never-”

“‘See you later’, that’s what you said. It’s later, Wirt! And I can’t even see you!” Wirt’s outline shrinks a bit. “I want more than ‘I’m sorry’, now. I want an explanation.”

The silence of the forest becomes deafening for a long moment. Dipper has to cover his ears, and then Wirt is speaking again. “Come again tomorrow, in the day. I’ll… explain what I can.”

“No,” Dipper pulls his hands from his ears. “Everything.”

“...Right. Everything.”

I don't know what I was doing

When suddenly we fell apart.

Nowadays I cannot find her,

But when I do, we'll get a brand new start.

Wirt isn’t there the next day. Or the next. Dipper’s research stagnates, and then one of his journals is lost when a leak in the ceiling soaks the pages beyond legibility. He’s seventeen and walking through the forest when he should be somewhere, anywhere else. He’s given up on seeing Wirt, but something about the air still calms him the way Wirt’s smile always did.

Dipper is eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Every summer he still goes back to the forest. He talks out loud to the rabbits, the raccoons, the birds. He tells them about his life, how he’s doing, asks if they could please let Wirt know he’s okay. Dipper is studying mythology now. He wants to be a researcher. The things he found on his hunt for Wirt lit something within him, and he regrew his passion into something more… productive. Dipper sits on a log, his head in his hands.

“Please, Wirt, I don’t…” Maybe he’s finally going crazy, talking to open air like this. “I’m sorry. I didn’t understand, but I want to. I miss you. Wirt..” 

Dipper imagines the hand on his shoulder, and dreams the cold comfort he gets from it.

I'm in love with a fairytale

Even though it hurts.

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind.

I'm already cursed.

The forest is no place for a home, not for him. Not for someone whose clothes and hair and mannerisms are all manufactured, manmade, fake. But Dipper stays close, his useless degree at least getting him a job as a forester. He clears fallen trees, checks on the wildlife, chases away hunters(not that the forest needed any help with the last one) and more than anything, he talks to Wirt.

Occasionally Dipper needs extra cash, and he’ll venture into town for odd jobs. The people trust him with their work and nothing else. The crazy man who talks to the trees he lives with. Dipper is fine with that reputation. 

And with time, he’s happy. The forest is calming and protective of him. People are difficult and scary. More and more of his home leaves the grid, until he’s surviving on rainwater and old logs for firewood. He knows Wirt keeps him safe. Wirt is the one who leads him home when the skies darken, or to bushes full of berries when he’s hungry. Maybe he can’t see Wirt, but he’s there, in the trees and in Dipper’s heart.

She's a fairytale, yeah.

Even though it hurts.

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind.

I'm already cursed.

Dipper hardly notices as he becomes more and more a part of the forest. Leaves in his bed in the morning likely blew through the cracked ceiling, or twigs caught in his hair are from midnight walks through the wood. 

His face sags with content wrinkles and his hands grow knobby. Checking on the trees becomes painful as his joints creak and scream. He fashions a cane from a branch left on his doorstep. Pamphlets advertising retirement are promptly burned. Dipper is old, and in love, and happy.

Soon it isn’t skinned rabbits or firewood on his doorstep. It’s Wirt, his age indeterminate. He’s older than Dipper remembers, though he has the body of a young twenty-something. The only tell of his true age are the bags hanging heavy beneath his eyes.

“You came back,” Dipper says.

“I said I would,” Wirt replies.

“It’s time then?”

Wirt nods. “Is there anything you’d like to say goodbye to?”

Dipper looks about at his home, a rundown cabin on the brink of collapse, nestled on the edge of the forest he loves so much. “No.”

Wirt hums, sways awkwardly. “Are you ready?”

Dipper smiles, and seeing this Wirt relaxes. He smiles back.

Two men, boys, friends, lovers, soulmates meet in an embrace as warm as the sun and strong as the trees. Years of waiting, loving, proving themselves worthy. 

The townsfolk tell stories of the crazy old man who protected the forest. He talked to the trees, they say, and one day he disappeared. His body was never found. The people know the rules: Never enter the forest alone. Never hurt a living being within the forest. Never disrespect the trees. 

[pancake-man]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Gravity Falls, Over the Garden Wall (Cartoon & Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dipper Pines/Wirt (Over the Garden Wall), Wendy Corduroy/OC Characters: Dipper Pines, Wirt (Over the Garden Wall), Stan Pines, Ford Pines, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy, OC - Character Additional Tags: Beauty and the Beast AU, I haven't seen the disney version rip, more character tags to be added - Freeform, I'm meant to be working on finals, Beast Wirt, pinescone Summary:

Once upon a time, there was an arrogant prince. He thought that with age came wisdom, but sixteen is hardly when the secrets of the universe are revealed. He shut himself off from his advisors, and refused to listen to even the rest of the royal family. He felt they had betrayed him. He found solace in books. There was an accident. A wreck at sea. Again, the prince turned to his books. He didn’t leave his room for four years, desperately looking for a reversal to his mistakes. The kingdom fell to ruins in the hands of the inexperienced younger brother. The prince continued his study, but his experiments went awry. He had found the cure to immortality, but it came with a price. Beauty and the Beast AU, Pinescone, Title subject to change.

[pancake-man]

Pinescone Week 2019 Day One: Picnic/Secrets

heyheyhey i wrote a thing its the fluffiest thing ive ever written are you proud of me

edit: i was so tired I forgot to actually post it. read it here!

[pancake-man]

if yo'rue accepting pinescone prompts, maybe HP AU with Wirt comforting Dipper in the library before their exams hit?

Fic under the cut!! I’m gonna post it on Ao3 too for easy reading :0

The library is a calming, quiet place for the students. There are alcoves with pillows for light reading, and comfy armchairs for the heavier topics. Even the desks are low to the ground and conveniently placed to aid students in their studying. Dipper, however, is anything but calm. He’s gone through four pencils already, either snapping the lead or chewing them to bits in his anxiety. The fifth one is already missing an eraser, and Dipper isn’t sure if he swallowed it or it fell on the ground. He doesn’t really care.

He’s engrossed enough in the book in front of him that he doesn’t notice someone calling his name until a hand waves in front of his face. “Oh,” he says, eloquently, and snaps to attention. “Um, sorry, is it important?”

“Wow, rude,” says a voice, “I was just asking if you could help me study for Astrology.” Dipper turns with an embarrassed flush as a sixth year student sits next to him. They have a few classes together, since Dipper has some advanced classes and the other boy had to repeat a few. Dipper scratches his brain for a name, but all the studying has frazzled his memory.

“Sorry, um…”

“Wirt,” says Wirt, and smiles. “Geez, O.W.L.s got you that bad?”

Dipper’s teeth break off another bit of the pencil, and he lays the sad thing down on the desk to avoid further destruction. “Yeah, I’ve really got to do well or I won’t get the N.E.W.T.s I want next year, and then I might not become an Auror, and then my entire life would be over.”

Now Wirt laughs. “That’s a little overdramatic. What are you studying now?”

Dipper flipped to the cover of the book. “History of Magic. We’re just reviewing the same wars we’ve already gone over, but now I’ve got to write something like ten pages on cause and effect and all that flubbery. I thought it’d be more interesting if I related it to what was going on in the Muggle world at the time, but…” He groans and hits his head against the book.

“...Flubbery?” Wirt laughs.

“Is everything I say a joke to you?”

“What? No, I just-”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re right, it’s the O.W.L.s. They’re killing me.” Dipper frowns down at the remains of his pencil. At this rate, he’ll have to switch to using the same annoying quills that all the other students used. Wirt pats his shoulder sympathetically.

“It just so happens that History of Magic is my best subject. Mind if I read what you have so far?”

Yes, Dipper does mind. He doesn’t have time for proofreadings and edits, he still has more studying to do once this essay is done. But he looks at Wirt, and Wirt looks so eager, and Dipper is tired. So he shrugs and smiles and says, “Sure, go ahead. No promises it’ll be any good.” He keeps reading the book and jotting down notes (with a new pencil) while Wirt reads through the essay. He hums when he finds something interesting, and tsks when he finds something he doesn’t like. When Dipper steals glances, he notices first a strong frown, and second that the boy next to him is incredibly cute. His ears heat up and he turns his attention back to the paper.

“Okay,” Wirt finally says. “It definitely needs some work.”

“Is it that bad?” Dipper winces. Just those few pages had taken him hours. Wirt shakes his head and holds up his hands placatingly.

“No! No, great concept, it just.. Lacks some structure. You keep jumping all over time and setting when you should be setting the events up in order or when and where they happened” Dipper groans and, again, Wirt pats his shoulder. It sends lightning through his skin. “Hey, it’s okay, I’ll help you.”

Dipper watches, dumbstruck, as Wirt pulls out a scroll from his bag and starts re-outlining the essay. He barely even listens until, again, Wirt waves a hand in front of his face. “Hey, space cadet.”

“How do you even know what that is?” Dipper could have sworn Wirt was a pureblood.

“I watch muggle movies sometimes,” Wirt replies defensively. “Were you even listening?”

Dipper’s face heats up again. “Uh, no, I… why are you even helping me? I know you’ve got N.E.W.T.s to worry about.”

Now it’s Wirt’s turn to blush. “Um, well, um, it’s just…” What a pair they make, both stumbling over their words. “I’ve seen you around, and I really wanted to talk to you, so I thought this was a good opportunity.’

Dipper’s flush only grows darker, and he curses whatever family member passed that trait down. “You wanted to talk to me? Why?”

Wirt chews his lip and looks away. “‘Well, I- You’re- My friend told me- Ah, sorry.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “I just thought you were really cute.”

Dipper’s jaw drops. Was this a joke? Did Mabel put him up to this? No, that was mean, even for Mabel. Wirt opened his  eyes and gasped. “Crumb, sorry! I didn’t mean to be so forward. I get it if you’re not interested, I just wanted to talk, and I’ll still help you, and-”

“No, it’s… fine.”

“It is?”

Dipper smiles, a little crooked. “Yeah, I find you cute, too.”

Wirt’s whole face lights up and Dipper laughs. His cheeks are the colour of a Gryffindor’s robes. “Really? That’s great! Cool, cool.”

“I just, can we take it a little slow? Or at least until after exams.”

“Yeah, no, totally.”Wirt is grinning so widely Dipper thinks his face might slip, and he nods. “Whatever is good for you.

“Cool.”

“Cool!”

Awkward silence ensues until they both start laughing loud enough that another student hushes them. Wirt apologises sheepishly.

“Anyways,” he says, “I guess we should work on helping you pass your classes.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dipper replies.

Oh boy I had to use way too much Harry Potter wiki for this but I hope it was worth it! I might have made up a whole AU while I was writing this… Dipper is a mudblood(his dad’s a muggle) and Wirt is a pureblood whose mother remarried to a muggle and had Greg! Wirt’s a year above Dipper and they’re both Ravenclaws. Wirt has had a crush on Dipper ever since he stepped off the boat in Wirt’s second year, but Dipper was totally oblivious to any flirting. It took Wirt’s Gryffindor friend beatrice practically shoving towards Dipper for them to finally have a real conversation. It also helped that they were both supremely tired. Mabel is also a Gryffindor(Dipper is the only one in the family who isn’t) and she and Beatrice love teasing and pulling pranks on their friend/brother. They get on like a house on fire and frankly are about as dangerous. I’ve got a bunch more ideas but this is getting long so yeah hope you enjoyed it!

[pancake-man]

I’m stuck

This is why you make outlines, people. I’m stuck on my Pinescone Beauty and the Beast AU so if anybody wants to send headcanons or beta read, please do. At this point it’s looking like a total rewrite but hopefully it won’t take too long, and I’ll definitely post one more chapter before I do. Seriously, any thoughts on the matter are appreciated.

who could ever love a beast?

[pancake-man]

Why it takes me so long to update my fics

[pancake-man]

Would anyone maybe be interested in a livewrite?

I’m rewriting who could ever love a beast? so I’m not super scared of spoilers. Probably sometime tonight or tomorrow. Like/rb this post or send an ask if you’d be interested!