Well, this wouldn’t really be a scenario for me. I’ve never watched Gravity Falls, so I lack any understanding of the show itself. Size swaps, as much as I love g/t interactions, have never really been my thing. You might see it crop up in a story or two, but I’m not likely to take any prompts for it. Gotta save my few ideas for the stories.
Size shenanigans are in the future.
Oh, what a good number for Walt.
36. New
A thin scream pierced the darkness.
Walt quickly had to pull his hand out of Mallory’s grip, shifting to cover her mouth and stifle her cries. Noise was dangerous, noise could get them all caught or killed.
Normally, Mallory knew this as well as Walt, but right now she was beyond caring.
“Shhh, shhh…” Walt comforted his little wife, carefully cupping his hand under her small chin to tilt her face towards him. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”
Mallory’s shoulders shook, and tears ran down her face, but she met Walt’s piercing, blue-eyed gaze with her own. Her face was red, and her hair was streaked with sweat.
“Give her this,” Katrine said, bustling over to press a moist torn shred of a paper towel into Walt’s hands. “On the forehead, cool her down.” She grinned at Mallory. “He’s right, you’re doing great,” she cooed, long years showing in the lines on her face. “Brennan will be back with food for everyone.”
Walt dabbed the cloth against Mallory’s face, brushing the sweat away. He pushed away any of his fears for her, knowing how dangerous labor could be. If he’d known it was like this, he wouldn’t have wanted her pregnant, or to risk her frail constitution. But when Mallory had been Katrine’s midwife earlier that year for the quiet Krissy, they’d kept both the men busy and out of the house.
The next contraction hit, but this time Mallory held in her cry. Her body seized up, almost writhing.
“Walt, hold her down! Don’t let her get hurt!” Katrine commanded severely.
Walt took Mallory’s hand again, letting her slim fingers grab onto his and clench with all her might. Another contraction hit, and then…
A little cry came from where Katrine was, and she straightened with a tiny bundle in her arms, wrapped in the blue and pink cloth Mallory had made just for the occasion. With expert ease, Katrine swaddled the child up and gave Walt a brilliant smile.
“It’s a girl.”
Walt almost didn’t breathe as the tiny bundle was placed into his arms. Mallory slumped down into herself, almost shrinking into the nest of fabric they’d set up for her.
“Did you hear that?” Walt asked, his face glowing as he looked from the tiny child to his young wife. “It’s a girl. Briella, that’s Mallory, your mom.”
Mallory opened her eyes slowly, and managed a smile of her own. Walt knelt on the floor, and held the baby out to Mallory.
“You did it,” he whispered proudly.
First off.
A. He’d have a heart attack.
B. He’d have a panic attack.
C. OMG Sam what the hell is happening. What. Is. Happening.
He’d only be able to be in the car briefly if it was a slow shrink, cars really aren’t made for people relatively over 7, 8, 9… 20… feet. Sam wouldn’t mind learning to drive, though it’s hard for Dean to show him what to do, and Dean would fret the entire time. Though Sam already has a decent grasp of the perspective after seeing how Dean looks at the same scale.
Surprisingly, writing episode based fics is harder for me than writing a unique story for BA, so there’s a very good chance that I won’t have anymore episode based fics. Home took forever to write compared to Shadows and Reflections, and was much shorter.
If, however, you want to send me any episodes that you’re curious how BA Sam and Dean would react, I don’t mind sharing my thoughts! I’ve mused many times while watching the show about what would happen if one of the bros was tiny. It won’t be an official prompt, because I won’t write it all out, just musing, but it could be fun!
Well, Dean certainly wants to break the curse, but Sam’s told him before that he’s okay if he’s trapped at his size. He’s got a family that accepts him, and he likes his life just as it is. So whether there’s a cure or not, Sam has accepted his life.
I spent an hour trying to get an accurate map of the Trails West Inn(?) for reference purposes for the artists and writers that would like to do things for your AU, also please feel free to point out any mistakes if you notice them! (The lines extended beyond the walls are where I remember there being potential entrances! And the square beyond the walls on the far left is the window with an AC underneath.)
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Brothers Apart 