After all the drama of The Poll, I decided you guys deserved some more of my young!Ford mpreg fic.
Without further ado... another (very short) snippet of...
How Does This Even Happen?!
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Ford had left Dimension 88*), not wanting Bill to take his anger out on the kind beings there for housing him. Instead, he waited at a small bar that sat between space and time, nursing a glass of water in a tight booth situated in the corner. He’d given his once-Muse instructions to meet him there - that he had news relevant to the demon. News that Bill would want to hear himself.
So, when a flaming pink woman sat down across from him at the booth, smirk stretched across her wide lips, he was… more than a bit startled.
“Pyronica,” she introduced herself, though she didn’t hold a hand out to shake. From the heat pouring off her, Ford figured she knew it was unsafe to touch him. “And you must be Billy’s little beau!” At the glare leveled at her, she merely giggled. “Oh, don’t be that way! Bill’s dealing with a little… Well, I don’t wanna call it a full-blown revolt, cause it’s not a super bunch of assholes, mostly cause everyone knows better than to fuck with Bill!” She grinned light-heartedly. “He’s just massacring some lackeys who wanted to overthrow him. No biggie! He wanted the place cleaned up before you got there, sweet cheeks!”
With a shrug and one more giggle, she stood up once more, motioning for Ford to lead the way out. The human huffed quietly in irritation before following in her lead, then stepping quickly outside.
Her ride was, of course, hot pink. It was also a human car. Ford’s questioning glance was met with a shark-like grin. “Oh, hun, these things are exclusive. Bill’s got the best model, but mine’s a close second! You wanna show off status? You drive a 100% Earth-made car,” she gloated, sliding into the driver’s seat. Ford sighed before plopping himself into the passenger’s seat with a roll of his eyes. Without letting the human even put his seatbelt on, Pyronica shot out of the parking lot and into the yawning void of the multiverse.
Hey guys, reposting this because it wasn't showing up under its tags for whatever reason. Took out some explicit language that was probably the reason for the issues.
Anyways, have fun!
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Ford had long-since slammed a hand over his mouth, and tumbled out of the car once Pyronica had stopped inside of the unrealistically gigantic pyramid. He was forced onto his hands and knees, dry-heaving as he tried to steady the spinning of his vision.
“Whew,” Pyronica whistled as she came around from the other side, a brow raised in what might have been concern. “I didn’t think humans were so fragile!”
“We’re not,” Ford growled, swiping an arm across his mouth before managing to shakily stand. “I’ve just-” he stopped himself before he accidentally spilled the secret. “Got a sensitive stomach,” he finished lamely. Pyronica stared at him a moment longer before shrugging and motioning for the human to follow her.
They walked through winding halls and gaping holes, halls that looked long far too short, and steps that looked like they went down going up. This entire place was a mind-fuck, Ford quickly decided, aggravation roiling in his stomach. It took them too long (or was it only a few seconds?) to reach the main hall, where Bill sat upon a pure-black throne.
He watched them approach, eye widening and pupil constricting the closer Ford got. Finally, when he was only about halfway there, Bill suddenly lifted off the throne and began approaching them, hovering over faster when Ford stopped uncertainly. The human opened his mouth to… ask something, he thought, but Bill’s silken hands were suddenly cupping his cheeks, trembling as they brushed over the rosy skin.
“It took,” he whispered reverently, staring at Ford like he was the most precious thing in the entire multiverse. The human flushed, not wanting to fall for such cheap tricks again, but a large, unwanted, part of him relaxed under his Muse’s soft caress. He didn’t even notice his eyes had fluttered shut until firm, but not tight (never tight enough), arms had wrapped around his middle, and yet more had moved to carefully run through his hair.
A soft whimper left his lips unwillingly.
“You are marvelous,” Bill leaned forward, as though to whisper in Ford’s ear. It sent a rapturous shiver down the scientist’s spine. “A wonder, a gift, a treasure. My Fordsy, the greatest mind of all humanity, lesser by only my own in the entire multiverse, my IQ, my Sixer, my Poindexter, my Brainiac, my Starshine.” That last one was new, Ford blearily thought. It was a wonder he could even put that thought together - he’d already failed to notice they now hovered a few meters off the ground. “The most exceptional creature to ever exist!”
Ford… didn’t want to think about the tightness in his pants as Bill’s praises washed over him, and how he soaked them in like a flower tilting into the sun. He lifted his hands and wrapped them tightly around Bill’s sides, desperate for a grounding touch.
“You come to me willingly, and carrying my child.” Ford felt a tongue slide up along his jaw, and his mouth fell open in instinctive anticipation of what came next. As always, he was right, and the silvery appendage slipped into his mouth, lips meeting his own only when Bill’s tongue had plunged half-way down Ford’s throat. “I knew it had to be you, from the moment I laid eye on you, Six.” Was it Ford or did Bill sound out of breath? “You, only you, could ever bring me the family I so desperately wanted.” More flattery? More lies? For whatever reason, however, these words felt… more genuine. “Mine, mine, mine!”
The next few hours were a blur, with Bill transporting them somewhere else in the pyramid and coiling around his human until all Ford could see, hear, smell, was Bill. And loathe as he was to admit it… he loved it. It was like a cooling balm on his tattered soul, his Muse’s attention and praises.
Coming back to awareness was like surfacing after dunking your head into a warm bath: refreshing, pleasantly heated, clean. Ford blinked as he took in the black silk sheets that were wrapped around his nude body, scrubbed spotless from the dust and dirt of the road. Looking at his stomach, he could see the smallest swell as he was laying down, a visible reminder of the thing that was growing inside him. The bed he was curled in was heavenly, soft and firm and wow did Bill know how to treat a guy who had been sleeping on wooden cots and sides of the road.
“My dearest, darlingest cupcake!”
The voice sent competing sensations of elation and dread through his body. Ford chose to listen to the latter and plastered a scowl on his face as he turned to his side and saw Bill had apparently floated through a closed door. Why the door was even there if he could just do that was a question for another time.
“Bill,” the scientist muttered, trying to keep the warmth out of his voice. He failed, if the way Bill’s eye curled into a smile was any indication.
“So beautiful,” Bill hummed as he flew to the bed, immediately sinking a hand into Ford’s hair to pet the human. Ford would deny the way he leaned into the touch. “The most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen - and I’m including myself in that!” Ford would also deny the chuckle that escaped him.
Moses, what was wrong with him?!
“I’m so glad you came back, IQ,” Bill set down on the bed beside his human, taking Ford’s hand with his unoccupied one. “When you refused to talk to me, I… I had a bit of a breakdown. But! All is forgiven!” When Ford opened his mouth to refute this, a third hand made itself known by slamming itself over said mouth. “All. Is. Forgiven.” The manic glint to Bill’s eye had Ford slowly nodding, knowing exactly what he risked if he angered the megalomaniacal triangle. “So, you know I’ve been wanting to talk for a while! And it’s sort of about why I actually wanted the portal opened.”
“You told me all about why you wanted it opened,” Ford glared dangerously once the hand over his mouth was removed, reminded of all the cruel words that had been thrown his way by his beloved God.
“Yeah, well, I panicked!” Bill threw two extra arms up for emphasis, the other three occupied with petting various parts of the human lain out before him. “I don’t say the nicest things when I panic! It’s why I wanted to talk - to clear things up! See, while I did want to turn your dimension into an endless party, it’s something I’m more than willing to negotiate over. The actual reason is, well…” Bill looked away, as though he did not want to admit the next part. “The Nightmare Realm is collapsing in on itself, and the only way to stabilize it is to link it to another dimension. Yours happens to be the closest one with the thinnest barrier, meaning it’s a lot easier to punch through it.”
Ford blinked a few times, stunned at the - at least what appeared to be - honest admission. “Why don’t you just create the portal yourself, then?” he asked as he propped himself up slightly on his forearm.
“Ha!” Bill cackled, lifting up and hovering just off the bed. “Not how it works, Kitten.” He leaned forward as he landed once more, eye now curved into a smirk. “The only way a portal out of the Nightmare Realm is made is by creating a portal into it from another dimension. It’s basically a self-locking door. And there’s only a handful of dimensions that are compatible enough with it to create a permanent portal that would allow this place to stabilize.”
“Why… why didn’t you just tell me that?” Ford asked with a quiet kind of awe at the stupidity of Bill’s silence on the matter. Bill, meanwhile, merely gave him a flat look, as though it were obvious. “I would have loved to do that!”
Bill went a bit limp at that, blinking rapidly at his human, arms going still and noodle-y. “…you’re not even lying, are you?” the demonic triangle asked with soft awe. “I can’t- I don’t- No human has ever-”
Ford groaned softly as he reached forward, throwing his arms around his triangle and pulling him flush against his bared chest. He hid a smile in his pillow when he noticed Bill going pale at the contact - fully aware it was the demon’s version of a flush. “And what have you repeatedly told me about myself?” he asked softly, amusement finally flooding his tone.
“You are the most brilliant human to ever exist,” Bill whispered reverently, arms tightening once more around his human. They laid there for long, content moments, Ford trying to find some kind of comfort in Bill’s mistake. The human wasn’t, however, expecting the tiny, “I’m sorry,” Bill uttered with soft passion. The scientist didn’t know when he began to shake, exactly, but he quickly curled rigidly around the triangle as tears gathered and fell from his eyes, desperate gasps for breath interrupting wailing sobs. He’d not allowed himself a moment to finally break down - to absorb everything Bill had put him through. There hadn’t been time.
Now, wrapped within Bill’s coils of arms, hands petting his hair and face and back, whispered apologies echoing in his ears… He hated how safe he felt. How warm and lovely the echo of Bill’s words were - even if they might all be lies. Well… he wanted to hate it. The solace that was offered selflessly by the cruel, demanding entity was like an addiction, laying heavy and sweet on his tongue. How could he possibly deny the aching void inside of him that hit of relief.
“Nothing and no one will ever lay a hand on you, Sixer,” Bill swore to him in their soft cocoon. “Not so long as I exist.”
Ford couldn’t help the tiny, wet laugh that escaped him. “Just tell me this is all going to be okay, Bill,” he brokenly begged, voice wrecked by his cries. “Please, just… I need to hear that.”
“It’s going to be okay, Starshine,” Bill promised as he began radiating a gentle light and welcome heat. “I promise.”
Waiting for a house to be built was anything but irritating, Dan was if nothing else very thorough, which Ford liked. They had poured over blueprints and designs for weeks before agreeing on a direct version.
Living out of nothing more than a tent once school was officially over wasn’t bad, and truthfully he had plenty of extra to just rent somewhere in town, but wanting to start on his research as soon as possibly he opted to live just shy of the woodline his home would be sitting in soon enough.
Dan had mentioned a relative that might hang around some, but so far he hadn’t met too many individuals from town as of yet, but that certainly didn’t mean that he wouldn’t recognize someone new. And if that happened he would try to leave a good impression.
Fortunately in today’s particular hike he came across a paid…platypus? Or a platypus was the closest relative that he knew of, or could think of for that matter. The thing was particularly calm and before he knew it after sitting and sketching/studying the creature it had followed him.
So he dared to pick up the thing and carry it back with him. He didn’t know why he carried it but…perhaps he could study it’s eating/sleeping habits. And that was exactly how he almost ran into a girl, more like barely bumping into her, once he had made it to the clearing, sputtering an apology on instinct. “I’m sorry! Are you alright?” before softly shushing the creature which had let out a semi-disgruntled noise at being jostled around.
".... I-I think i heard a snap..." [celia - fracturedrealities]
He just plain hadn’t been paying any attention. Usually their walks/explorations of the woods went swimmingly, nothing ever happened…except for that one time where they had to be fussed at by gnomes…they might see something interesting.
But neither of them had been seriously hurt before.
A storm had passed through a few days earlier and it always meant that some dead limbs would be loosened, and often they would have to move when a sudden crack would fill the air. He just didn’t pay enough attention to the sounds, too interested in an oddly shaped burrow along the trunk of one large pine to see the oak towering above it lose a limb.
It hit him right in his outstretched arm, and he certainly felt it. Rather like a burst of fire and the feel of bone touching muscle in a not-so-pleasant way-he just knew that something was broken. And at hearing the worry-and slightly scared tone that Celia had used he jerked the arm close to his chest and tried to keep her calm.
“….it’s alright Celia…everything’s fine…” He started, “We might need to cut our trip short alright?”
The Chance of a Lifetime- Closed with theallseeingxye
@theallseeingxye After months of being just so close to proving that odd little theory of his plausible, Stanford Pines was at the end of his rope. He was beyond frustrated and with days falling away with nothing to show for it...he had almost decided to just forget it for a while, take a break. Maybe...that would help once he went back to it. He took a walk, just a simple walk. Hell, he even took a bag with a sketchbook and a few pencils just in case he happened across something new in the now familiar woods. Fortunately, for now anyway, he stumbled across something far greater than just gnomes out for blood or some new paranormal something-or-another. He knew that there was a cavern system, had even slipped into a few entrances along the surface, but on this fateful day stumbled across a tiny little crack of an entrance half-buried beneath a long since dead tree. One look was all it took before the scientist scrambled back to his home, to grab a camera and other necessities, returning quite late the next morning, soaked in mud and intensely excited. After all it wasn't everyday you discovered a hieroglyphic language that didn't match up to any other. And it certainly wasn't everyday that you got a chance to truly study some ancient entirely unknown deity either...as much as the man detested religion it was....interesting to say the least.
Finished my first day at Heroes Con in Charlotte, NC! So excited for my Dipper and Young Stanford cosplays. Pictures will be posted by the end of the weekend.
Stanford Pines liked to think that he was getting used to being around weird things. He was slowly becoming used to the people and the things that surrounded Gravity Falls.
He was getting used to a routine of going inside to the main portion of town once every other week for groceries or to place some catalog order, small necessary things like that. He thought he was getting used to the people, recognizing faces, that sort of thing.
So, he didn’t even think about it when he walked past someone small-a kid-on his way back to the shack. He didn’t recognize the hat-but, kids liked to change things up nowadays didn’t they?
He didn’t think about it at all, he didn’t really know any of the families enough to have met all the children in the town. Still, better to be polite even to a kid, so he gave the boy a light smile and a simple, “Good afternoon.”
