#pacifica northwest x fem reader

[teaaagan]

River

Pacifica and Y/N in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff

Y/N: Oh my god, Pacífica, backwards!

Pacifica, sarcastically: Really, Y/N? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do

Y/N, not being able to tell if she’s serious or not: -Incoherent screeching noises-

[paroxysmal-distaste]

proximity. || ch7, power

◬ Chapter 7 - Power ◬ ◬ Pairing: Bill Cipher x Fem! Reader ◬ ◬ Date Published: 26/08/2018 ◬ ◬ Word Count: 2.3k ◬

The ride home was a bit awkward.

For Dipper, it was obvious he was feeling conflicted on his thoughts about your character and for him, 'trust no-one' was a phrase he had turned into a personal mantra over the last few years. Aside from that, he was the driver so he could take the cart back to the Mystery Shack, but your brother insisted on a pit stop to the Northwest mansion.

You had tried to argue with him in private that returning to live with Pacifica was literally the stupidest thing he could do with his recent seizuring, and living with you could ensure that you could monitor him most of the time. He only waved you off, his bull-headedness riling you up as he went on about how he'll be fine and that you were being just as overbearing as your mother.

At this point, the sun was already beginning to set and a warm mist shadowed over the tops of the trees of Gravity Falls. You chewed your thumbnail as you tried to come up with something that could break the ice, unable to think of anything. Dipper's kind act of being your ride was something you were once again grateful for, but your paranoia continued to seep in as you reassured him dropping you off a few minutes away was more than enough.

"Thanks Dipper." You waved at him goodbye, watching as he pursed his lips and retreated, his skinny form in the cart getting smaller and smaller into the distance.

Pacing back and forth in front of your drop-off place lasted longer than you had realised. The time on your watch seemed to tick by in a flash, with the night suddenly growing much colder, another fascinating inconsistency you had realised was from Gravity Falls.

Your brisk walking involved you holding one elbow with your hand, fingers held below your chin with a never-resting brain racking itself to provide the next best step from here.

That monster that you saw leave the portal... the one Dipper reported was leaving wounds across people's bodies... you needed to take it back to where it belonged. From whatever hell it crawled out of- from the gateway you opened.

It's my fault... that people got hurt.

You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from tearing up, so instead you sniffled and shook your head to wave away the guilt.

Your voice was quiet as you spoke to yourself, distracting yourself with all the things you had encountered in this town that you set aside for later. With B/N gone, thinking was much easier, but of course, lonelier. His presence was definitely needed in order to relaunch the portal, as he had sucked up all of its power.

If he splits off, would his duplicates have the same powers? Would he be able to single-handedly (kind of) regenerate the portal with him..selves?

Getting halfway across town to see him was another issue- you weren't comfortable with consistently asking Dipper for a ride whenever you needed one and you didn't wanna push his buttons, especially since he was very open about his thoughts about you and your existence in Gravity Falls. You needed your car back to travel, and every thought back to your Dad's old Pontiac Fiero, not only busted but missing from view, was another weight on your consciousness.

A lingering thought at the back of your mind whispered to you that maybe no one actually stole your car. Maybe the forest itself consumed it, swallowing it into the depths of its stomach of leaves and flexible plants. It wasn't far fetched.

You shivered, face contorting into discomfort at the very idea. You had only wondered into the forest deep enough once, and that was when you encountered the st-

Oh, the statue!

That pressing curiosity and fascination of yours involving all things mysterious and unexplained only persisted more at the consideration of this statue's origin. Your feet were already walking for you, paving the way into a direction you weren't familiar with quite yet. In fact, your sense of direction was very messy, and honestly, you had no idea where you were going. You assumed it was near the Mystery Shack, but that growing fear of the forest's sentience actually attracted you into its headquarters in the opposite direction.

Within a few minutes, you had already lost track of the road. The surrounding environment had grown coarser, darker bark, untouched and raw, with poisonous mushrooms and baby frogs littering the edges of remote ponds.

You jammed your hands in your pockets and grimaced, the cold temperature freezing and losing all the feeling in your nose. The air seemed to have gotten thinner and you felt some difficulty breathing. The very influence of Gravity Falls was one you hadn't quite realised was that strong until now. Here you were, walking around idly in a completely foreign place at night in the hopes of coming across a statue you saw almost a week before. The behaviour was just weird, and uncharacteristic of you. You swore, this place plays with your brain.

"What a way to pass time," you said aloud, pinching your eyebrows together, wobbling slightly after stepping over a large branch with magenta ooze flowing out of its hollow.

Pausing suddenly, you felt a pang of nostalgia, and your head shot up, immediately alert. Uncontainable excitement bubbled in your chest.

I've been here before.

A familiar glow wavered from behind a couple of dark, shallow trees, diagonal from where you were facing. You couldn't recognise the forest surroundings itself, almost as if they shifted the shape and design of their leaves, however, the glowing aura in the distance wasn't new.

The wind's speed was harsher, blowing your hair to the left and tangling and intertwining the strands through one another. You pushed apart the leaves and branches from between the trees and watched as the glow brightened, almost responding to your closing distance. You winced when your finger slipped across a pointed branch, shaking off the numbing of the cold air and the huff of water vapor escaping your mouth.

Your eyes widened in intrigue, when the glow responded to your shaky breath, and in return, you responded more and more adamantly to its calls. The blocking boughs in your path were somehow appearing more and more often, and for a moment, you thought it was never going to end- that you wouldn't see this light at the end of this metaphorical tunnel.

It wasn't your imagination this time - you could hear multiple voices whispering, beckoning you into the lap of something ominous.

To go forward, to shake the hand.

The hand?

Pushing and bending the sharp branches resulted in a light cut on your right palm. You hissed, your eyes narrowing at the clean red line on your hand, the action almost snapping you out of the trance. But you were immediately pulled back into it after you watched your hand seal up in an instant, almost as if you never injured yourself.

"Wha— what?" you spluttered, blinking and rubbing one of your eyes with your free hand. The sight before was true- it did heal instantaneously. A slight tingling feeling touched your wrist, and surprise and curiosity drove you even further until finally, finally, the glimmering statue under the moonlight stood in front of you, awaiting your arrival.

The statue had a glint in its only eye, an odd shape of the well-known triangle outlining the rest of its form. Its hand outstretched in front of you seemed welcoming, even happy to see you, happy that you had intentionally sought out its company. Despite the lack of expression on its face, all you needed to know about its behaviour was seen in his appearance, the expectant hand extended for any person willing to help it. It seemed almost...vulnerable.

You slowly lifted your hand up and wandered closer to it, tracing your finger across the edge of its stone top hat, a feature that made you raise your eyebrow with a smile. The edge of the ground, covered with dirt with a bowtie peeking from below, also matted with growing moss, much like the rest of its figure.

"You're... intriguing." You said aloud, pacing around it and trying to make something of its surfacing. Your back faced it momentarily, until you spun around and extended your hand out, "I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N." With the silence replying after, you grinned, shaking your head at your action, "God, this is sad." The self-pity within you forced you to sit atop a large stone running a hand through your hair timidly. The atmosphere around was quiet and still, and you became self aware of the floor in front of you.

Your eyes trailed to the moonlight shining directly onto its hand.

"What if...I just..." You stood up again, shifting closer to the stone being embedded into the ground. With not another moment of hesitation, you slipped your hand into the statue's. In mere seconds, you could feel your entire hand enveloped in that same tingling feeling from earlier, like it was wanting this hold forever.

Your thumb carefully brushed again the statue's as you watched both your hands go up in flames, your mouth dropping open as the grip on your own hand tightened and simply refused to let go. Panic struck through you and you began tugging anxiously at your wrist, as if the hand would suddenly loosen its grip, pitifully staring at you through its one eye at your pathetic form struggling to escape. You sucked air through your teeth when the tingling turned into burning.

This time, the flames went from blue and quickly transitioned to F/C.

With a yell, you managed to free and retract your hand and instinctively you rubbed your wrist bone, the pain coursing through the rest of your body as you did so. The burning sensation resulted in the sudden drop to your knees and a hold of your stomach, groaning and shutting your eyes tightly.

The next few events were one of the most horrifying- a feeling you couldn't possible explain using words in common English. A lightness of air formed around your body, almost... levitating, and you swore, you could swear you felt every single one of your atoms being grabbed and pulled apart - stretched, rebuilt, rearranged.

There was doubt that you were even breathing, that or you were holding the longest breath known to man because this felt like an eternity.

The burning had then disappeared but was replaced with an inconsistent aching across your entire body. You concluded that your poor, worn out and stretched molecules finished switching around and finally settled.

A gasp escaped your lips as your body descended from the air, suddenly dropping and forcing you to let out a cut-off wheeze as the wind was knocked out of you. Subtle.

You weren't sure how long you laid there. It must've not been for long, because a spreading presence made itself known before you, and you had no time to respond and process the new feeling of power coursing through your veins. It seemed like you looked the same, hands, clothes and all- but you most certainly didn't feel the same. Some new power, new priority flowed through you. You glanced at your wrist and watched as your veins - a F/C hue died down in its glow, just like when you powered the portal.

This new found strength made you feel incredibly different. An indescribable feeling that you had never experienced before- one you were sure no one had felt before. But your attention then turned to the thing in front of you.

For one, the statue that had clamped down on your hand was gone.

In its place was... something else.

You watched as what was once the one-eyed statue stood silent on top of the ground rather than in it, its back facing you. The moment you realised you were petrified was when you attempted to push yourself to your feet, but you were frozen.

"I'm... I'm back! I guess Big Frilly held up his end of the deal! I'll be damned if I ever call on that slimy—"

The entity was in the midst of turning around, and he faltered at the sight of you, laid on the ground, palms digging into the ground shakily holding you up. You were trembling, and it marvelled at the sight. It's pupil dashed around everywhere momentarily, taking in its surroundings before locking it onto your own. Your mouth was still left agape, your attention brought back only when a chill ran down your spine.

When it landed its eye on you, it's eyebrow furrowed, seemingly forming a connection between you and his return.

"Nice eyelashes," You blurted, your hand clamping itself over your mouth in a second, a comment he had not expected to leave your face. Instead, it hoped you were trembling like a leaf in fear, not in fascination when he noticed the corners lips curled up slightly.

It stared at you, floating up higher and higher until it's entire body was hovering above you, the moonlight shining through him. The light-emitting from behind it made it much more menacing. Your subtle smile dropped.

Regret, regret, regret.

Its mood seemed to have changed, and you hastily scrambled to scoot away, your fingernails pressing themselves into the dirt.

"W-what... who are you?" You managed to let out, surprised at your own voice and your ability to maintain your composure. He squinted at you, in some sort of suspicion. Shouldn't he be thankful? You just freed it from what seemed to be its personal prison.

He took a moment of observing, but he seemed to finally think of something to say. He closed his eye, adjusted his crooked bowtie, opened up again and stared at you.

It stretched it's hand out and shoved it into your face and said, "Of course! How rude of me to not introduce myself. Name's Bill Cipher!"