long live the reckless & the brave - a dipper/pacifica ficDippica Week: Day Five - Monster H

long live the reckless & the brave - a dipper/pacifica ficDippica Week: Day Five - Monster HuntDrawing by: @iamjoemom / @mygfblogStory by: @diisco–girl(A/N) A day late, but it’s here! Today’s entry should be around night time :3She could smack him.If she wasn’t as tired and exhausted as her body felt, heavy and shuddering, she would take her right arm and give him a good ol’ smack upside the head– which he so clearly needed. “Sure,” She says in a sarcastic voice so thick and gruelling, that it legit made him wince. “Let’s go after the legion of faeries, I’m sure no one’s going to mind.” “It’s not my fault the faeries and the manotaurs’ made some sort of pact for mutual protection,” Dipper says between huffs of breath, shifting his hands from his jeans and looking at her. His voice echoed throughout the cave they had managed to hide in, one that wasn’t populated by any supernatural creature. “I hadn’t heard of mutual protection pacts in years! According to the journal those had been extinct in years.”Pacifica scoffs, rolling her eyes as she headed deeper into the cave. Why had she come with him in the first place? “Oh my god, Dipper, that still doesn’t–” She groans, trying to nurse her oncoming headache. She watches him nearly limp towards her and that’s when she notices that something was wrong. “Why are you limping?” There’s s light hesitance when he struggles to answer her. “I–uh– was nursing a broken ankle… which is probably broken… again.” He says, taking a deep breath in pain, slowly hissed between his teeth and that’s when she sprints into Caretaker mode. “I knew that if I told you, you’d be like the rest of my family and probably lock me in my room.”“Yeah, with good reason, Dipshit,” She groans, helping him by putting some of his weight on her shoulder as she makes him lean against a wall. He refuses to sit, says something along the lines of sitting for too long so he stands, and ripping a part of the bottom of her shirt, she tries to create a makeshift bandage to patch his ankle up. “You smell danger and instead of turning away from it, you charge it head on.” He chuckles under his throat as she leans down and wraps his ankle, not putting up a fight. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I think it makes me brave.”“It makes you reckless,” She retorts, strengthening the knot, looking up at him. “There’s no point in being brave if you’re not around to see it’s effect, you know.”“Are you going to lecture me too?” Dipper sighs, rolling his eyes. “I’ve had enough as it is… Paz, it’s just that…” And suddenly there’s a strange silence. It’s not a comforting silence, it’s one of contemplation, one that makes him question, makes him think. “There’s something about being the one looking after the town that’s… I…” A sad sigh escapes his lips; she notes the familiar tone of it so well from the countless times she’d heard it from herself. “It makes me feel important. Like I matter.”It suddenly dawns on her how important all of this must have been– the risking, the climbing, the jumping– they’re all things that make him feel like he matters; like he’s alive. “I know it sounds dramatic,” He says, trying to chuckle awkwardly as to relieve himself of the embarrassment he felt. “I just… after Weirdmaggeddon, after all of… that, I just constantly fear of the town succumbing to that again. We never figured out why anomalies happen more often here and since I’m not fully studied in the subject, the least I can do for this town– my town– is to protect it.” “Our town,” Pacifica says for the first time in what feels like a long while. Her breath is shaky and it reverberates out the cave, the rains on the outside draining it a bit. “Dipper– you’re not alone. You have Mabel, Wendy, Candy, Grenda, your grunkles…” And there’s s light braveness spiked through her heart as she approaches him, cupping his cheek. “You have me. I may not seem like much but I don’t like people underestimating me either.” His cheeks redden and he’s probably thinking she can’t see him because of the dark– but she can. “I would never.” He says in a weak smile, a shy one.She smiles back. “We can all protect this town, together. We’re all just as scared as you are. But we have to protect each other first, without us, who’s left?” And she hopes she sounds reassuring, she really does as she leans forward. She suddenly remembers why she came along, after the pain and anger and all around annoyance, she remembers why she tagged along in the first place. She likes Dipper, a lot… okay so maybe a bit more than she’s letting on but… Dipper makes her laugh, Dipper makes her smile and run and scream and sigh and grunt and feel… Dipper and his family– her family– make her feel alive. “Thank you, Pacifica,” He manages to say, breaking her train of thought. “It means a lot.”“Glad to be of service, Dipshit,” She grins. “Now, do you mind telling me why it was so important to get a hold of those faeries in the first place?”Dipper’s face resembles a tomato when asked and she can’t help but chuckle, even a little bit. “I– I–uh– I wanted to get something… for you,” He admits and now it was her turn to get red. “There’s a jewel in the mountains that if you hold it close to your chest, you’re granted one wish. And wanted you to have it.”There’s little to no time when she takes a step closer to him and hugs him tight, calling to mind a night at the Northwest Mansion many summers ago when she nearly did the same, only that this time new feelings were involved, new motives. “Thank you,” She says, looking up at him, hands still wrapped around his torso. “But I’d prefer to keep you around and alive better.” He laughs and the vibration on his chest to her feel nice, like coming home after a long day. “I think I can do that.” -- source link

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