Here it is: Chapter 7. The first two weeks of spring semester hit like a freight train, and I'm still reeling from it. But I needed a break from constant studying, so I wrote this. Just a word of warning, I am establishing an OC here, but this OC serves a purpose, and I give my word that I will not let my OC hijack the story (as so many other authors have erroneously done). Dipper and Mabel will ever be the main characters of this fic, and all others are supporting.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls, not profiting here.

With Blind Eyes

Chapter 7: Learning Curve

The creature was content once Dipper and Mabel left the main laboratory area to resume its own search of the grounds. It had spent many long weeks contending with the shape shifting monster, in its quest to find its birthright. That thrice damned shape shifter had hindered my quest for far too long. I think he took some perverse pleasure in tormenting me. If it could have felt grateful when the human boy sealed that wretched shape shifter away just 2 short weeks ago, it would have. Now, where was I. Ah, yes, I was going to search tunnel 4 for secret passages and compartments…..one more time. But then it detected a rumble that came from the direction of the main entrance that the twins had exited towards.

"What could that be? Those mortals had left defeated, their search ended. What are they doing now?" the creature spoke, its voice softer than what one would expect from such a dark and dangerous being.

The creature changed form and exited through the ancient vent system. This was the same way it found its way into the laboratory first just a few short months ago when it finally strangled a lead out of a gnome that had seen too much. It didn't get very far before the rumbling stopped, but it continued searching the maze of vent tunnels. The creature was about to give up finding the source of the rumbling after 20 minutes of pointless searching, when its sharp ears picked up the sound of the young, human girl's voice.

"Darn, Dipper, you are getting too good at this. I better not share how awesome you are at mixing make outs and massages, or else every girl in Gravity Falls will be trying to steal you away from me!" Mabel's voice echoed through the vents.

The creature took off in the direction of her voice.

Dipper laughed nervously, "Yeah, Mabel, that's the reason to keep our relationship a secret. I think it's best we do just that. We wouldn't want random girls trying to seduce me."

"Wha-Dip, that is a weird thing to say, but fine. I'll keep it a secret. Mainly because I know if Grunkle Stan finds out about our intense kissing, he would definitely move you into Soos' break room," Mabel said. Dipper sighed in relief, but Mabel continued, "But that means you have to listen to my girl talk."

"Cool, thanks, Mabel….Wait, what?" Dipper replied without processing the last part.

"You gotta listen to my girl talk," Mabel said this as they exited the author's bedroom, and the creature reached the end of the vent to see them.

The creature blink its bat eyes. Those kids have only been here 3 hours, and yet they have found that secret passage before me! I've been down here for months. Arggh, it's my own fault: I've been too focused on the labs. Oh well, the odds of them finding it are pretty low.

But then the creature noticed the book in Dipper's hand. By Luna, Lady of the Moon, he has it!

The creature was just about to burst through the vent grate, and demand its birthright from those interlopers. But then, Mabel started waving around her grappling hook in order to emphasize her point, and fear stayed the creature's hand.

"Yeah, Dipper, Girl Talk. Us girls need to talk about their romantic experiences and since you've sworn me to secrecy, you're the only one to talk to," Mabel smiled only a little maliciously.

"Is it gonna be as bad as your 'Girl's Sleep Over,'" Dipper shivered from the memories as they walked towards the exit.

"I don't think so, but I've never had girl talk with a boyfriend before. Then again I don't think anyone had Girl Talk with their bfs before," Mabel mused as they headed towards the exit.

The creature wanted to follow, but knew it would be pointless. It couldn't stop them from leaving; not while the girl possessed the all-powerful grappling hook, and it couldn't stalk them; not while the sun was out. Day travel was dangerous, and it wasn't prepared for such an undertaking.

For now, the Book of Incantations would remain in the hands of unclean humans.


Dipper and Mabel stepped into the sunlight. They had entered the bunker in the morning hours, and it was now midafternoon.

Dipper squinted his eyes against the brightness, and lifted the ancient tome to shield his eyes.

"Well, Mabel, we should head back to the Shack. I can't wait to start combing this book for memory spells," Dipper grinned in excitement.

"No, bad boyfriend!" Mabel lightly thwacked Dipper on the nose.

Dipper groaned in frustration, "And what did I do wrong this time?"

"Our first date isn't over yet! And if you think I'm gonna let you leave half way through so you can read a book, you've got another thing coming!" Mabel said, her face fixed with a half stern look before morphing into a grin, "Our date is off to a great start: we've re-explored the creepy, dangerous bunker; nearly died at the claws of a mutant centipede; had a perfect, first kiss over its still-bleeding corpse—"

"Yeah, that's not getting any less weird," Dipper broke in.

"We found the author's secret bedroom, and, in his secret sock drawer, we found his secret book of magic; and finally we had the most intense make out session a girl could hope for on the author's secret bed. I'm still a little light headed from that." Mabel's eyes got Smile-Dip unfocused as she finished that sentence, her face radiant with joy and a soft blush on her cheeks. A soft blush that was slowly getting more intense, "Dipper has such warm hands…" Mabel giggled.

"Mabel….are you flashing back to something that happened 5 minutes ago? You're not hearing a word I'm saying, are you?"

"The shirt stays on, Dipper, but that doesn't mean I don't like the aggressiveness," Mabel's eyes remained unfocused and her voice a faraway whisper.

Did I really try to do that? With Mabel? I've got to improve my self-control. Dipper began sweating.

"No, Dipper, don't apologize," Mabel responded to an apology by day-dream-Dipper, "a girl likes knowing she's desired. And don't you dare remove your hand from my back or my shirt. Yeah, keeping rubbing right there. That's nice," Mabel continued, her knees were now rubbing together lightly.

My God, I'm the worst brother in the universe.

"Mabel. Mabel!" Dipper exclaimed.

"Wha….What, Dipper?" Mabel awoke as if from sleep.

"You sort of spaced out there." Dipper commented.

"I was just reminiscing. Memories are to be treasured," Mabel said, "Anyway, where was I?"

"The rest of our date," Dipper reminded her.

"Oh, yes. We are going to drop off our gear at the Shack, and then we are going to become wizards by practicing magic together!" Mabel smiled.

"That's what I was saying in the first place!" Dipper argued.

"No, Dipper, you were talking about reading the book cover to cover. I'm talking about picking a spell and actually doing magic. See the difference?" Mabel countered.

"Fine, fine. No intensive reading, just doing," Dipper acquiesced.

"Hurrah, men of action are a turn on! Now , let's go!"


Dipper and Mabel made the brief stop by the Mystery Shack before returning to the woods. They walked along with Mabel humming a song. Dipper was enjoying the peacefulness of the woods even though he kept a sharp eye out for danger; one could never be too alert in these woods. They walked deeper into the woods to the spot that use to have the haunted mailbox. This was mainly due to Dipper's paranoia, "I don't want anyone catching us practicing magic, Mabel. Now that the Blind Eye is no longer active; rumors of us doing unnatural things would spread like wildfire." I could name a few unnatural things you are doing. Dipper's conscience drawled sarcastically. I swear that if you don't shut up about my relationships, I will start stepping on every cricket I see. Dipper countered.

"Alright, Dipper, pick a page at random and lets start cracking the laws of physics," Mabel exclaimed as she did a little spin in the spot where the mailbox use to be.

"Don't you think we should read the intro first?" Dipper asked.

"Did you learn nothing from the Magic School Bus, Dipper? Come on, Its time to take chances, get messy, and make mistakes!" Mabel said enthusiastically.

"Last time I picked a page at random and read a sentence, I raised the dead. Do you want me to raise the dead again?" Dipper grinned in a teasing manner.

"…and we gonna read the intro!"

Dipper cracked open the book and began reading.

These writings were charged to me by my sire in the year AD 1795, for he wished for the youth of our community who did not receive a classical education to be able to understand the sacred spells that were handed down by our people throughout the millennia. The sacred words cannot be translated for they lose their power when one does so; however, I shall make plain all instructions and warnings in the common tongues of the English, French, and Germans as to what the spell accomplishes and the skill the caster requires to make use of it.

First, I must explain that the low skilled spells merely require the caster to simply say the incantation and the spell will be activated. The midrange skilled spells will require that the caster say the incantation while willing the spell into existence. A focusing gem may be used to ease the casting of spells. When one has a gem he may think of the spell and will it into being without an incantation. The most difficult spells require that one have a focusing gem on his person while saying the incantation, but if you are to attempt focusing gem spells; you must make the focusing gem yourself. For when one uses a focusing gem a piece of his soul gets placed into the gem. When another uses the gem, a spirit of madness will pervert his soul.

"Well that certainly explains Gideon," Dipper commented, interrupting his own reading, "Poor, little monster."

Focusing gems can be made of large stones that one may see through in bright light, such as diamonds or rubies; however, for the spell caster of lesser means, a piece of colored glass fashioned into the shape of a gem would do. Glass would weaken the spell's overall strength, but with enough practice this weakening can be overcome.

May Luna, Lady of the Moon, watch over you, young vampires, and keep you from all harm.

"And the next paragraph's in French," Dipper finished.

"Alright, history lesson over. Now it's time to rock and roll," Mabel grabbed the book and started flipping through the pages, "Ah-hah, a low level ice spell. I'm going to be a Disney princess with a creepy fixation on her sibling!"

"You don't say…," Dipper coughed, "Where did you even get that notion on sibling relationships in Frozen?"

"Don't pretend you didn't notice the subtext, Dipper. Half the internet went cray cray over it, and I know you're the type to join the discussion," Mabel joked before getting back to reading. Mabel read over the incantation a few times before putting the book down.

"Okay, I'm ready," Mabel took a breath, "Dominos de monty: et glacys ventos!"

And nothing happened, "Oh, come one, I wanna be a snow queen! What went wrong!" Mabel shouted in frustration.

Dipper looked over the incantation, "You mispronounced it. Its Latin, so I guess you need the proper pronunciation to make it work. Let me try." Dipper set the book down.

"Dominus de monte. Et glacies ventus!" Dipper thrust his palm out, and as he finished the spell a cold wind blew from it. The wind carried quite a bit of snow with a few shards of ice mixed in, it went a few yards before settling softly onto the ground.

Mabel whistled, "Good show, Dipper! I think I got the right way to say it now."

Mabel took up position beside Dipper and thrust her palm forward: "Dominus de monte. Et glacies ventus!" And an even stronger blast of wind mixed with mostly ice shards and some snow issued forth. The ice shards impacted a tree 15 yards way and penetrated deeply. Mabel whooped in victory.

Dipper felt a sting of sibling jealous in his heart, "We used the exact same spell; why is yours so much more powerful?"

"Because I am the Alpha snow queen! Lesser snow queens tremble at my name!" Mabel started laughing at her own joke, but slowly stopped when she realized Dipper had not joined her.

"What is it, Dipper?"

"I just don't get why my spell was so much weaker than yours," Dipper tried not to sound childish. He really did.

"Don't get all insecure; Dip," Mabel sighed as she bent down to play in the snow Dipper made, "These are literally the first spells we have ever used. It takes practice to truly master it."

Dipper looked away, embarrassed by his own reaction to Mabel out doing him. Then he felt a snow ball impact the back of his head. Dipper turned to see Mabel balling up a second ball.

"And no wallowing in embarrassment either!" Mabel grinned as Dipper brushed snow from his hair.

"You do realize, Mabel, that this means war!" Dipper had a matching grin on his face as he grabbed a fist full of snow to retaliate with.

"Be warned: the snow queen takes no prisoners!"

Thus began Dipper and Mabel's first July snow ball fight as a couple.


The fight was furious: snow was fired with precise and malicious intent. Though the fact that is was in the heat of a July afternoon made the shock of icy contact more refreshing than biting. Mabel and Dipper spent a few minutes rolling snow balls as fast as they could and chucking them at each other with as much force as possible. Mabel being the more athletic of the two exhausted the supply of snow directly in front of her first. It was then that she made the fateful mistake of turning her back to Dipper and bending down to roll the biggest snow ball she could.

Dipper was briefly distracted by the sight Mabel had presented to him. She is too perfect. Dipper shook his head. Get a grip, man. This will end and we'll go back to the way we were. For some reason that thought filled him with despair. Dipper shook his head again, and took a second look at Mabel. She was still rolling the biggest snow ball of her life, and her skirt was still pulled tight over her butt.

It was in that moment that a wicked thought crossed Dipper's mind. With a sadistic grin, Dipper grabbed a fistful of snow and snuck up on Mabel's hunched over form. Just as she righted herself with God's snowball in both her hands, Dipper grabbed the neck of her sweater (which was a deep purple color with a white star on it), pulled it open, and dumped the snow down her back. She made the cutest yelping noise Dipper had ever heard, and dropped the snowball from hell.

Mabel turned somewhat angry that her snowball went to waste.

"Dipper…" Mabel growled, "you're gonna pay for that!"

And with that she tackled him into a pile of snow. Dipper struggled a little, but Mabel was definitely the stronger of the two. Eventually she secured both of Dipper's arms by the wrists above his head. The brief struggle left than both gasping. Dipper looked up, and lost his breath. Mabel in that moment was the most beautiful thing he had even seen. Her wavy, chestnut hair was wild and filled with tiny snow crystals that had caught the rays of the sun. Her hair looked to be holding a thousand stars. In that instant Dipper knew he would trade the whole world just to have her. She had the cosmos in her hair, and selfishly Dipper wanted it all for himself. I never want this to end. Even when I get Mabel's memories back, and she hates me forever, I'll still long for her. I'll never stop needing her in the most desperate way.

And Dipper found his arm rising to run his fingers through her soft curls. He had touch her hair during the earlier making out, but for some reason this felt more intimate. It might be because you've finally accepted your undying love for her.

Mabel had been looking into Dipper's eyes the entire time. She was a little taken aback by the intensity of all the emotions that Dipper was nakedly displaying for her to see. Somewhere in the struggle Dipper's hat had been knocked from his head and his tousled hair left his deformity bare for her to see. He lay under her totally exposed, and she still loved him. For all his unfailing bravery and devotion, she loved him. For all his faults, dorkiness, and paranoia, she loved him all the more. When the atmosphere between them had shifted from playful competition to something more tender, Mabel released her hold on Dipper's wrists. And when Mabel found Dipper touching her hair, she found herself reciprocating.

She brushed aside Dipper's bangs gently so that now his entire forehead was revealed to her. Dipper's hands stilled, and Mabel could see the struggle inside Dipper's heart between insecurity and trust. Mabel knew trust had won, when Dipper's hands continued their slow dance in the heavens of her hair. The look of adoration Dipper was giving Mabel filled her with butterflies that danced across her chest. She loved the feeling of Dipper's fingers running through her hair. As she reveled in his touch, she realized that she was straddling his hips, and yet she didn't feel self-conscious or ashamed of this compromising position. She only felt love, and she wanted Dipper to feel it too.

Mabel bent down and pressed a soft kiss to Dipper's forehead, at the very center of his birthmark.

She then placed her cheek to his and whispered in his ear, "I love you, all of you, always."

And as she raised her head away, she saw tears in his eyes.

"And I want you to know that I will always love you too, Mabel. No matter what. I need you to know that. Whatever happens, I'll still love you," Dipper was able to hold himself together, but barely. Even when you hate me, Mabel, I will love you till all the stars fall from your hair and there is nothing but darkness.

Then Dipper brought Mabel down to envelop her in a needful hug, and—even though he still feared the inevitable loss—in that moment he was perfectly at peace.


Hours later the creature stepped out of the bunker for the first time in months. The sun by then was so low in the sky that the shadows of the trees protected the being from its deadly rays. The creature breathed deeply and noted that the scent of the interlopers who stole the sacred text had faded, but was still traceable.

"I will find you, human thieves, or I am not Lucia Noctua of the Western Clans!" Her head held high, her pack and UV proof tent secure on her back, and her emergency umbrella by her side, she took her first step towards completing her destiny. Once I bring the text to Father Caefus, he will have to take my as his apprentice. Once I have the text, it will all be worth it.


AN: And there you have it. So just to recap: Dipper is totally out of the denial stage, Mabel still hasn't a clue (and even though Dipper wants her to have her memories back; he also doesn't want some one just telling her that they're siblings), and I've introduced an antagonist.

Google translate did the Latin sections. I know just enough Latin to know that I don't know Latin, so the spells may be awesome or a failure depending on your skill level.

Dominus de monte. Et glacies ventus!: Out of the mountain. Wind and Ice! or Out of the mountain: The icy wind.

I hope you all liked it, and (if Physics doesn't kill me) I hope to continue in a timely manner.