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Reverse Falls - The Pines Twin Show

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon who sent me some headcanons they had about Reverse Falls and asked me to right a short about it. Hope y'all enjoy! ^_^

WARNINGSNone.

It was hot -much too hot to even exist in fact- yet Pacifica and Gideon were stuck in this hellish heat that had unleashed itself onto Gravity Falls, Oregon. They were doing all they could do to stay cool, but it seemed an impossible feat. Pacifica pushed her hair back from where it was being blown in her face by the fan in front of the two before looking for some flower to suck on. Finding a daisy she plucked it from the ground and inserted it into her mouth.

“What could we possibly do today,” Gideon asked as he mopped his forehead.

“Who cares… Hey pass me a cola will you,” Pacifica wiggled her fingers needily as she waited for the drink. Once she had it she guzzled it down greedily, Gideon watching on slightly impressed.

“Well I have an idea for you kids,” Gideon’s father chuckled at them suddenly appearing on the porch, “why don’t you join me and Mrs. Gleeful? We’re going to see the most recent Pines Twin Show.” Both kids groaned and looked at one another; the Pines Twins were known for their daring magic shows. They personally found the twins annoying and unfriendly, but for some reason the entire town was enamored by the two. “They have a new hypnosis act,” his dad added in a helpful manner.

Eyes widening the two children shared a knowing look, that sounded like another evil plan; the newest from the Pines twins. What could they possibly be trying this time? “We’ll go,” Pacifica spoke up finally, Gideon nodding.

“Great! We’re going to be leaving in a little bit here,” Gideon’s dad then turned on his heels and left. Immediately Gideon grabbed his backpack to prepare for whatever this trip may entitle.

“Don’t forget grappling hook,” Pacifica exclaimed pulling said item from under the front steps they were seated on.

“Of course,” Gideon rolled his eyes at her foolish obsession with the grappling hook she had found, “put it in.” Sticking out her tongue at him Pacifica did as he asked then ran towards the car to meet Gideon’s parents; Gideon followed suit.

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At the show it was crowded, surely the whole town was there. “Come in, come in,” barked the twins Great Uncle, “there’s plenty of room for all!” As Pacifica and Gideon entered the tent they saw that indeed there was enough room ‘for all.’ The twins had stuffed the tent with benches from stage front to tent end.

“What are they planning,” Gideon whispered into Pacifica’s ear.

“Who knows, but it seems pretty big,” Pacifica replied in a hushed tone, taking in all the benches and people. They took the closest set of seats, squishing in between the people around them.

Soon the lights dimmed signifying the start of the show, and everyone quieted. The crowd watched the red curtains in rapt excitement, only blinking with a flinch when a loud bang sounded. The oldest twin, Dipper, shot from in between the curtains flying over the crowd before stopping himself by grabbing a beam, twirling around it he landed on it standing. Applause thundered within the tent, but silenced when he raised a dramatic arm towards the stage, where the curtains had parted.

There stood his sister, Mabel, in a glittery top hat leaning on a baton. She stubbed out a cigar (used to light the canon) she was holding on the barrel of the canon with a wink. Then a cloud of smoke plumed and her brother was beside her, the two bowed as the crowd clapped.

“Now we’ll need a volunteer for our next trick, someone with a pendant or necklace,” Mabel announced, her smile deceivingly wide. She dramatically searched with her finger over the crazed crowd before selecting a random lady. The woman was ecstatic as she ran towards the stage, the rest of the crowd settling again. Dipper silently sat her in a chair before taking the pendant from around her neck, and holding it in front of her face. “Watch very closely, we’re using her jewelry to ensure it’s not rigged.” The whole crowd seemed to lean forwards, waiting.

The necklace began to sway in Dippers hands. “You’ll begin to feel sleepy, but you must not fall asleep; focus.” Everyone nodded at Mabel’s words, Pacifica and Gideon looked at each other surprised.

“So this is their plan,” Gideon gasped quietly.

“We have to stop this now,” Pacifica pulled Gideon with her to sneak off backstage.

“Now you will do everything we say,” they heard Mabel’s voice ring out. Slowly the two made their way backstage as the twins continued.

“Gideon, you’ll grab the necklace while I distract them,” Pacifica ordered before walking onto stage. “Stop right there Pines Twins, we know what you’re up to.”

“You can’t stop us, we control the entire town now,” Mabel laughed bitterly.

“Get her off the stage,” Dipper spoke in a monotone voice. The crowd rose, coming closer. Pacifica’s stance fell, where was Gideon?! The crowds hands outstretched they were almost upon the stage, ready to seize her. It was at that moment Gideon came swinging from the beams up above, he snatched the pendant from Dippers hands and landed on another beam.

“Stop,” he cried out holding up the swinging necklace, “you’ll forget everything that has happened during this show, and go back to your own wills.” All the people in the crowd stopped their actions suddenly, dazed. The twins gasped in anger, before Dipper dropped the curtains with his magic and swung at Pacifica. She dodged and punched him on the side of the face.

Jumping from the beam Gideon tackled Mabel, who was sneaking up on Pacifica from behind, and wrestled her to the ground. He then stuffed her into the canon, having a sudden idea. “Pacifica, quick,” he motioned at the canon, nodding in understanding Pacifica punched Dipper in the direction. Giving him on last upper cut, she watched him fall back into the canon. Lighting the canon with the cigar from before they laughed as they watched the twins launched into the distance.

“Great job,” Gideon congratulated Pacifica.

“Told you grappling hook is always important.” Pacifica pushed his shoulder playfully.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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a sketch of reverse pacifica based on an rp im doing with my s/o! she bleeds space...

[diisco--girl]

For @aquaburst07 ! I love writing reverse!falls although I kinda haven’t written it in a long, loooong time. My reverse!falls always take place when their 18 and I have whoooole headcanons about them and stuff but I’ve never written when they first meet, so without further ado, here’s animosity! :D  {Also, I almost always mostly write in Dipper’s POV so doing Pacifica’s this time around was jarring, but fun! } 

Pacifica has always had trouble believing in things that weren’t right in front of her eyes, but that doesn’t mean she’s opposed to the idea of them existing.

“The Tent of Telepathy, huh?” She says unimpressed as Gideon buys the tickets to a colossal black and blue tent at the back of the Mystery Shack. She knows for a fact that Gideon is just as skeptical as she is but there’s a small trace of wonder in his eyes since he wants these types of things to be real, and Pacifica can’t deny her cousin anything; she finds it hard to do so when he’s her only friend. “What are they going to do? Tell me what my favorite color is? Anyone with a pair of eyes can see what it is.” She snorts, gesturing to her pink and purple windbreaker and her purple skirt.

Gideon laughs as he takes the tickets from the lady at the stand and looks back at her. “Let’s see what they do,” He says, handing her hers. “If it’s nothing impressive, we can chalk it up to phony shenanigans and there’s no need to put it in the journal.”

The journal. Gideon had been obsessed with it since they found it and Pacifica would be lying if she herself hadn’t grown rather fond of it; who would have thought that in the first two weeks of summer they have already been chased by gnomes, fought live mannequins and chased a wild sea monster, even if said one was made to be a fake at the end? “I can see it now,” Pacifica giggles, entering the tent and taking their seats. “ ‘Fake psychic twins look creepy like the ones in the Shinning. ‘ ”

“Hey,” Gideon manages through a laugh. “To their defense, we haven’t seen them yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, you know what I mean.”

The lights dim down into a darker palette as the back of the tent closes, indicating that the show was about to start. “Ladies and gentlemen,” A girl’s voice says through the PA system, causing the onlookers to search for the source of it. “Are you ready to be dazzled?”

A puff of blue smoke appears on stage and out emerge two figures; one is a lovely, curvy girl, brown, curly hair down to her waist, magician suit resembling something Zattana wears from Gideon’s Batman comics but sequined in blue and a the other is a broad shouldered boy, same brown hair slicked back to reveal a strange birthmark shaped like a constellation in his head and dressed in the same shade of black and blue as his partner. They both have eerily cyan eyes that give Pacifica a shake down her back.

Maybe we bit off more than we can chew.

“Welcome one and all to the tent of telepathy, we are your hosts,” The girl says in a low toned voice as she and the other bow to the audience. “Mabel and Dipper Pines, at your service and we’re here to entertain you all, completing our tour back at our hometown of Gravity Falls after nearly six years of travelling around the state."

Six years? Pacifica thinks, trying to go back her mental calendar to search if she ever knew a Mabel and Dipper Pines when she was twelve and coming up blank. Must have not been that social. Something must have changed.

“Now, Mabel,” The young man—Dipper, says as he walks up to his sister and places a hand on her shoulder. “The audience doesn’t want our life story,” There’s a wicked grin on his face that makes Pacifica uneasy, her breath hitching. “The only came here to see one thing,” He says as he snaps his figures and an electric blue fire manifests in his hands. “Magic.”

The audience roars in applause, Mabel and Dipper on stage looking regal and poised as they receive lavage adoration as if they were born for it. Pacifica sits with her arms crossed, she knows stuck up snobs when she sees them, having grown up around Northwest celebrations and parties, she can pick them out like weeds.

However, the show goes on, and one after the other it was officially getting harder and harder for her and Gideon to chalk them up as fakes. They do a few simple tricks at first, mind reading, making things appear and disappear, they even did fire tricks towards not only each other but invited their stage manager up, which happened to be their great uncle, and he went along, displaying an impressive skill at knife throwing that was inherited by his niece who didn’t miss a single apple on the board where an audience member had volunteered to be placed on, coming out completely unharmed. And all through the show, Gideon found himself more and more wrapped up in it and Pacifica more and more worried, there was no way these people were real… right?

“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” Mabel says, the audience eager to hear any word that comes out of her mouth. “We will need a volunteer for our next trick.”

Many hands go up, men, women, boys and girls, all eager to participate in the calvacade of nonsense and magic that was presented before them and in a snap of fingers, Mabel had chosen her next participant. “You,” She said, pointing towards her cousin. “I like your face a lot, come on up, sugar.”

With a flicker of both fear and in his eyes, Gideon stands up, Pacifica left behind to worry over what these two might do to her cousin.

“Gideon Gleeful,” Dipper says as he approaches the scene and both Pacifica and Gideon seemed to think the same thing. How did they know? “Lovely to meet you, please sit here.” He says as Mabel levitates a chair from the back of the room towards the stage, the audience ooing and aaing along with it.

Gideon does as instructed and sits on the given chair, Pacifica now watching it all happen as she bites her bottom lip in anticipation. “Oh Dipper,” Mabel says in her sing song voice. “You’re scaring him.”

“My apologies,” Dipper says, leaning over the chair and looking at Gideon. “Now, Mr. Gleeful, I need of you only one thing,” He says, looking at him and Dipper’s eyes seemed to glow bluer, deadlier. “I need you to look into my eyes and trust in me.”

“Look into your eyes…” Gideon repeats, his voice taking a rather monotone voice ha wasn’t used to. “Trust in you…”

“Perfect,” Dipper says, standing back straight up and looking at the audience. “Suggestions for what Mr. Gleeful should think he is?”

“A chicken!”

“A Pig!”

“A cow!”

“A worm!”

“I heard worm,” Dipper says, taking a step back. There’s no way he’s going to do it. Pacifica thinks, holding to her chair by her hands as if she were to be plummeted out of it any minute now. No way. “Gideon Gleeful, when I count to three and snap my fingers, you will think you are a worm.” No freaking way. “One…Two…Three.” Dipper finished as he snaps his fingers.

And for couple of seconds nothing happens, haunting silence as Gideon sits there, stoic and unmoving. And then something changes, his eyes glow entirely blue and Gideon throws himself on the stage floor, slugging himself around like a worm. The audience applauds, Dipper takes a bow.

For the next three minutes the charade goes on, going from chicken, to cow, to pig, and every other audience suggestion throws at them. “Stop!” Pacifica screams, standing up from her chair in reddened cheeks and furrowed brow. “He’s hand enough, let on her, him go.”

“Oh,” Dipper says and suddenly all focus is on her. It’s unnerving, Pacifica has known how to control people’s stares on her but his voice… his eyes… it’s not like anything she’s ever experienced before.  “What do we have here?”

In a second, the edges of Pacifica’s body glow blue and before she can blink, Mabel has her dangling over the crowd. “Looks like we got a little mouse in the audience.”

“Mabel, you pay respects, this is Miss Northwest,” Dipper says, helping her on stage and his touch, even as respectful and courteous as it is, is eerie, something different and it chills her to the bone. The way his sister is looking at her doesn’t help either. “Of course, Miss Northwest, we were just pleasing the crowd.” He tells her, turning his attention to Gideon, who was now on four legs, mooing loudly. “Gideon Gleeful, when I snap my fingers, you’ll go back to yourself. One, two, three.”

Snap. “Woah,” Gideon says, Pacifica quickly hurrying towards him to help him up. “What happened?”

“Thank you for being such a wonderful volunteer,” Mabel says, jamming herself in between the two and all eyes on Gideon, Pacifica grimaces but lets it slide, now that Gideon had free will, she trusts him to do as he wants. “We hope to see you again.”

“Both of you,” Dipper says behind them, politely taking Pacifica hands and kissing it. Her heartbeat notches up and her cheeks flush, but she maintains her composed posture. “It’s been lovely to meet you.”

Pacifica feels the press of something against her mind but it doesn’t go in far, so she bats the concern away. “Same,” She replies, nearly tumbling off stage with her cousin behind her; the show goes on and she has a feeling that they’ll encounter the Pines twins much more than wanted through the rest of the summer.

Well, I’ve lived with Gravity Falls weirdness for most of my life, She thinks. Bring it on.

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move the stars for no one - a reverse falls dipper/pacifica fic 

(A/N Oh man I owed this five billion years ago to both @aquaburst07 and @chocobeanseater and I just had a SURGE OF INSPIRATION. So enjoy ❤️ ) 

He can’t believe he’s doing this.

When Pacifica Northwest showed up at his doorstep, he swore he wouldn’t help her. He promised himself not to get more involved in whatever feelings this girl was making her feel because he couldn’t afford it. He had Ford to find, Stan was counting on him and Mabel for this; after years and years of research, the Pines finally had the third journal to find the missing twin.

Problem was that he had trouble saying no.

Don’t misunderstand him, he can easily tell no to people, he just can’t seem to find it in him to tell Pacifica no. With her blonde hair and her pleading blue eyes and ’Please, something is haunting Northwest manor and I need your help. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t serious.’ And he curses his weak heart, his weak intellect. Pacifica doesn’t want him, Pacifica doesn’t feel like he does, so why do this to himself?

And even with that he sighed, and said that they would help her. She courteous enough to invite along Mabel and Stan, although he was almost certain Mabel was invited anyway as Gideon’s date. “I’ll see you there, it’s formal so remember to wear your best.” She smiles and he feels his knees buckle but he keeps himself in check. “Alright,” He answers sternly as he watches her walk away, hand gripping the door edge.

Which is how he finds himself in front of the most imposing place he’s ever been. The doors are twice his size, and they’re big and looming, as if they were made for intimidation. He takes a breath as he fixes his blue tie, straightening down his tux and making sure he has the journal with him, even if by this point he knows it from front to back. He knocks and waits. It had been a mistake coming along, he should have taken the opportunity to come with Mabel when he had the chance, but he also didn’t want to be anywhere near Gideon and whatever he and his sister had going on.

“Dipper,” Pacifica greets him by the door with grace and he has to hitch his breath when he looks at her. She’s gorgeous, but that isn’t new. She wearing a strapless, sea foam green dress which hangs to her and her hair is up in a bun, few strands hanging beautifully here and there. “Thank you for coming.”

He wants to answer bitterly and resume their playful banter. To say ’Not like I had a choice,’ or ’Whatever, I’m here for the food.’ But he doesn’t because there’s a certain tension to her posture, even without his powers he could see it. Pacifica gives him a once over look but doesn’t say anything else as she leads him inside the mansion, which had somehow managed to be creepier than the exterior of the house.

With oak furnished steps and walls, the mansion seemed something out of a gothic horror novel, Which immediately clashed with the more modern looking center room. A chandelier and guests roamed around and he assumed he was easily among the most prestige members of not only Gravity Falls but across the globe.

He’s out of place. He doesn’t belong here, he can feel the stares crawl up his back like shadows as he keeps his gaze on Pacifica in front of him, to when she leads him to her parents.

“Ah yes, welcome Mr. Pines,” Preston greets and it’s the same ice, cold, disinterested voice patrons use when they see the Tent of Telepathy show. The one where they think they’re above what the call mere parlor tricks. And as Dipper extends his hand to greet the man, he can sense the mind if this mind, and it’s vile and ugly and he wants to back away. Same of the mild disinterested woman to his right. “Thank you for attending on such a short notice. I’m sure you could safely take care of our small problem.”

“I’ll do my best.”  He says sternly, no need to turn on the charm or anything. This was a charm, go in and out, he tells himself. As much as he’s wanted to all his life to not be who he is, the last thing he wants to be in this house full of glass figures is one of them.

The words seemed to be enough, Preston immediately dismissing them to the problem area. When they’re away from the Northwests presence, Pacifica’s shoulders hunched down, and he was almost knocked down by the relief that washed over her. “Sorry for them,” She offers in a small voice, which is strange because in the summer he has known the hardheaded Northwest girl she’s never apologized for anything.

Of course he can’t resist. “That’s a first,” He says, but he doesn’t say more. He wants to poke her, go back to their normal routine of bickering. But she doesn’t budge.

Fine.

Okay, so he was a bit offended when she suddenly stopped hanging out with them, and by them he means him, Mabel– and even Gideon. The only reason they had been invited was because Bud’s wife was Preston’s sister in law, so Mabel came by extension, but Pacifica had been distant towards them. Gideon seemed to act as if he expected this, and he had told Mabel not to worry but Dipper… He can’t help but take it personal.

He hates the fact that he would easily walk through fire for her, give her the world, the sun and stars, if he could hold them and place them softly in her eyes he would. He adores her and it’s terrifying on all accounts.

“Pacifica,” He starts, because he can’t stop himself, but she does. She turns around and looks at him and have her eyes always been this cruel? He almost takes a step back if it weren’t for the steel keeping his nerves in check.

“Don’t,” She says, and her voice somehow keeps getting lower. Where’s the girl with the sunshine in her hair and all all the love and laughter of life in her voice? Where’s the girl who would place stickers all over her face and then complain when they were difficult to get out? “We’re almost there.”

“Why are you doing this?” He asks, and he’s not aware of when his voice got low too.

She grimaces. “Leave it alone.”

“No,” He says, a bit louder this time as he reaches over and grabs her forearm. She looks up at him with her eyes widened and she seems so vulnerable, more than he’s ever seen her. “Pacifica, I–”

He’s interrupted by a roar, an ancient and echoed one that seemed to pound through the halls as he suddenly springs into action, calling on his powers as his eyes turn cyan and his hands starts circling fire on them. “By the parlor,” Pacifica says, hurrying ahead of him to the correct room. When the doors swing open there’s a beast of a ghost in the middle, looming and dangerous, making everything around him swirl and shake. “One by one, they all will fall, Northwests will perish once and for all!” The ghost swarms in a deep voice as he sends objects flying their way only to be stopped by the telekinesis Dipper could muster.

When the objects falls, he throws Pacifica the journal. “Look up ghosts,” He says, arming her around with a force field. His eyes and hands glow again as he charges for attack. “I’ll keep him busy.”

And with that he bounces, keeping the ghost distracted while he hears Pacifica run to the other side of the room, in search for whatever the journal told her too. “It’s deplorable that you need to rhyme in order to communicate,” He says, making the ghost turn his head towards him, rage fully engulfing him as his hair seemed to fire up. He swings a desk at Dipper’s direction, which he avoids, frantically moving his way and just throwing things right back at him.

“Don’t mock me boy, for you are being fooled as well.” The ghost reiterates as he makes the hinges behind Dipper come to life and wraps themselves around him, something Dipper quickly burns out with his own powers. He’s aware the Northwests have nothing more than contempt for him, for his kind, but he’s not doing this for them. He looks as Pacifica looking through the rubble, her hair had fallen gracefully on her shoulders and she seemed to be in a wear and tear state as he was. He was doing this for her.

It’s a mistake, letting himself be distracted by Pacifica because the ghost managed to knock him down and was now lunging at him. “Now, to get rid of you.” He looked as he flew towards him.

It happened in a matter of seconds, Pacifica stepped in front of him with a silver mirror, the force of it causing them both to fall through the window, down the small hill and into the garden. He hits the ground first, back against the grass as her smaller body is on top of his, groaning a small wince in pain. He himself is hurting as well, but nothing he can’t manage. The mirror had fallen out of her grasp just a few inches away, the ghost seeming to bang his hands against the glass.

Suddenly she laughs. It’s a small one that etches itself by her throat and there’s so much relief in it, he can’t help but feel it as well. “We did it,” He says, and she smiles at him and he feels so small. Her smile is wide and bright and it’s the smile he’s used to, the one that suits her.

And then she leans down and kisses him.

And his entire world stops for a second, being reduced to the young woman who had landed on top of him and the fact that her lips were connected to his and at first he can’t believe it, his eyes stay open just a couple of seconds before they slowly close because he’s wanted this for so long that he’s not going to let it get away like that. Her hand traces his face and holds him closer to her, causing one of his hands to be placed on the small of her back. She tastes like champagne and strawberry lipgloss, she feels like heaven and it’s so much better than he ever could have thought possible that he never wants to let go.

“I’m sorry,” Is the first thing she says when she breaks them apart, but he kisses her again because he doesn’t want to hear it. Because Pacifica Northwest kissed him and he can’t afford to let it slip through his fingers, and she kisses him back and there’s a bit more passion behind it. It’s deeper, her other hand slipping to the back of his neck and pushing him closer. “Don’t.” He replies, echoing her earlier words as he devours her again.

When they’re entire world manages to realign and they separate from each other in an intake of breath, he sits up and let’s her still in his lap. Their foreheads together as they look at each other. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” She says, and then she has the audacity to laugh. “You know when you stopped being a dick.”

And he rolls his eyes and puts his hands to the sides of her face because he can’t help it. Because Pacifica is talking to him again and Pacifica kissed him and she’s back. “You always have a special way of flattering me, don’t you?”

She’ll explain later that the reason she stopped talking to them had been her parents, and how they were threatening her to cut all ties to them because them because of their reputation, she’ll later explain that she doesn’t care and that she’s come to care for all of them and that she might be in love with him, but she doesn’t use her words for that, she doesn’t need to. And all of that, all of the trouble and pest that will come after, he decides in that small moment of time to push it all to the back burner.

“I have you right now,” He says between another kiss as she leads him upstairs after disposing of the ghost, taking advantage of all the hustle and bustle of the party. “That’s all that matters.”  

[diisco--girl]

Since Reverse!Paz keeps popping up on my notes, I might as well share her ♡ Inspired by @crystalshardsofsouls new ideas for her cosplay ◇

[diisco--girl]

Send me your Reverse!Dipcifica HCs. I'm just really interested in Reverse Falls right now.

And yes, I am procrastinating.

[diisco--girl]

shoot me to the ground - a reverse!falls dipper/pacifica mix [X]

01. stripped - shiny toy guns 02. power & control - marina & the diamonds 03. paralyzed - mystery skulls 04. sarah smiles - panic! at the disco 05. poet - bastille 06. home we’ll go - walk off the sun 07. fool’s gold - fitz & the tantrums 08. queen of disaster - lana del rey 09. drumming song - florence + the machine 10. sidekick - walk the moon 11. draw your swords - angus & julia stone 12. lipstick covered magnet - the front bottoms 13. sins of my youth - neon trees 14. my mistakes were made for you - the last shadow puppets 15. iron in the backseat - daphne loves derby 16. eyes on fire - blue foundation 17. meet me on the equinox - death cab for cutie 17. meet me on the equinox - death cab for cutie 18. white demon love - the killers 19. landfill - daughter 20. in my veins andrew belle ft. erin mccarley 21. the violet hour - sea wolf

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Reverse Pacifica