If you ship young!Mabel with Bill, DNI. In this cannon, Mabel is not underage. I do not condone manipulative, and/or abusive relationships. This pairing's representation here is only fluff and my appreciation of the characters.
I do not own Gravity Falls or its characters. All rights belong to Alex Hirsch and his team of artists.
I TOTALLY didn't let Alex Hirsch draw my ship years ago (I didn't tell him I shipped it I was just being cheeky!!) sjskdksksjs he was so funny!! he said "why are you smiling?!" in Bill's voice when he was drawing this in a response to like, well, his own drawing of Mabel smiling. I'll never forget.
Bill: When she was born I was already three trillion years old, which means if we were friends back then I would have been hanging out with a baby. I don't know anything about infant care.
The first time Bill came home covered head-to-toe in blood, Mabel was watching a sloppy romcom on tv.
Plop plop plop.
Water from Bill's clothes spilled onto the carpet by their front door.
“Bill! Don’t track rain in here- it’s frickin’ cold!” Mabel hissed, eyes focused on the TV.
“SHIT- I THINK I STAINED THE CARPET.”
“Well geez- go get a towel or somethi-”
It wasn’t exactly the biggest startle of her life, but it was pretty high up there on the latter.
Mouth open to let flies in, she stared at his crimson-stained form.
“WHAT? DO I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?” He smiled a shit-eating grin. Bill held up his hands as if he were seeing them for the first time. "OH! THAT!" He laughed, bemused.
“Ohmygodbillwhatthehell” She fumbled, running over to him at a hurried pace. She held his arms out, inspecting him. Mabel's eyes bore into his pitch-black eyes with her furrowed brows.
She could read him.
She knew she could.
“What happened?” Mabel asked sharply.
“EH, IT WAS NOTHING, DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.”
“You’re covered in blood.” She paled.
“NEVER SAID IT WAS MINE.”
She shivered. God- she loved him but sometimes she had to remind herself that she’s dating a demon. He’s killed. And though things have happened… since then, Mabel couldn’t forget about it. Wouldn’t.
“KIDDING! KIDDING STAR, IT’S ALL MINE.” He cackled, waving a hand to brush it aside. It was rather worrying, she might add.
"Jesus, Bill-"
"JESUS HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS-" Bill sneered with a sharp grin.
"What happened?" She murmured, reaching a hand to his face. He sharply looked away.
"SAY," He began, and whipped his head back to her. "DON'T I NEED ONE OF THOSE 'BANDAGE-AIDES'?"
But a shower and bandaids peeled later, he managed to dance around the question like it was a game of limbo. And asleep in his arms that night, the question never faded from her thoughts.
She couldn't sleep that night.
The second time Bill came home painted head-to-toe in blood, Mabel was knitting a particular sweater for a very particular customer.
Her fingers were numb from the careful stitching and plucking. They ached and begged to be rested. But every time she sat those needles down, the plush yarn glared at her in guilt. So she’d grab them up once more.
“HONEYYYY I’M HOOOMEEEEE!” He slurred, stumbling the door closed with a thud. Bill shifted back into his smaller demonic form with ease.
Much comfier. It used less energy than sustaining a human form.
“What did you dri- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK BILL??!!” Mabel shrieked.
There he was. Again. In blood.
“HEH HEH I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY THAT.” He flopped onto her lap, staining the sweater she had worked all day on, not like she cared at the moment anyways.
She gently pulled him up to stare at him. “Bill, I'm serious, please tell me what’s going on.”
And for a second it convinced him.
For a second that warmth in her eyes and gentle words made him want to collapse.
For a second.
“WOW- GETTING A HUMAN TO CARE ABOUT ME? YOU’RE SOMETHING, DOLLFACE.” He planted a weird sloppy eye-kiss on her forehead and stumbled back into her lap.
"I’M FINE.”
She didn’t sleep much that night either.
They both knew neither was asleep, but no one broke the hum of silence.
She couldn't take the silence the following night.
“Why can’t you talk to me about it.” She whispered, mostly to herself and not really expecting a reply.
She was staring at their room’s ceiling, her glow in the dark stars encasing the entirety of it. Both welcomed it, Bill more so than she would have thought. ‘MUHAHAH! IT’S MY UNIVERSE NOW!’ He cackled, sticking the objects carefully as he did so. ‘NO BIG DIPPERS IN MY UNIVERSE…’ Mumbling the last part, to which he received a weird stare from Mabel. That memory never failed to paint a smile on her face.
“...my power.” The demon mumbled, so small she barely registered it. Shame creeped across his face and he refused to meet her gaze when she tried to capture it. “THOSE MISERABLE FLESHLINGS ARE MAKING ME TIRED. I WASN’T LIKE THIS BEFORE.”
Bill wasn’t one for vulnerability, or hell, any icky human emotions, but it made Mabel happy, so he couldn’t argue with that. Didn’t make it more comfortable though. She continued rubbing his hand, silently motioning him to continue.
“SHOOTING STAR, I’M SUPPOSED TO BE AN ALL POWERFUL DREAM DEMON. FLESHLINGS TREMBLE AT MY PRESENCE AND BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!” And for the first time that night he pulled away his facade to look at her. His eyebrows creased as he stared deep into her brown, beautiful eyes.
“AM I ANYTHING WITHOUT IT?” He strained.
They had gone through a conversation similar to this with her. Her future, and connecting her self worth to how others viewed her.
Before she grimaced at the memory, but now it brings her joy to see how far she’s come. She’s prideful. And for Bill to ask something so personal, something that clearly he’s been thinking about for awhile, well it makes her feel all the more close to him.
She pulled him into an embrace, which albeit was more difficult with him being in a vessel. Yet he always refused to sleep beside her without it.
“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME NOW, SHOOTING STAR!” He’d cackled and squeeze her close.
She smiled.
“Trust me, you’re going to be ok. It’s all gonna be ok.” Mabel muffled into his sweater, and squeezed him tighter.
Bill felt sharp stinging in his eyes, welling up with tears. He wanted to scoff.
soooo I read this mabill fic back when I was like 13? (yikes) and it was like the holy grail for me ok, i loved that bastard. anyways, can't find it. i was watching the princess bride with my family one day and was like DAMN THAT JUST LIKE THAT FIC and was so stoked.
anywayssss, if anyone knows something simmilar to that premace, lmk please <3 (this has been torturing me for YEARS!)