Gravity Falls
by parsnipit
Stan’s next shout feels more like a scream, desperate and frightened and tearing his throat on the way out: “Ford, please! Come on! Stanford, you can’t do this to me, not again— Stanford!”
Something slams into him, and he hits the deck hard. His first instinct is, naturally, to punch —but he doesn’t get that far. As soon as he tries to scramble back to his feet, a knee wedges itself into his back and two hands seize tightly on his shoulders and press him down. A low, dangerous growl reverberates around him, and he freezes. Shit. Shit.
...are there werewolves this far out on the ocean?
But when he cranes to see over his shoulder, he does not see a werewolf. Instead, he sees—
“Ford?!”
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Teen 28k words 6 ch Complete 3k kudos
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