a long life becoming [Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines] - chapter 2
Rating: Explicit
Total words: 17.1k
Summary: Bill Cipher gets nerfed and the universe makes it Dipper's problem
Tags: Post-canon, Bill Cipher Redemption Arc, Human Bill, Older Dipper, Trans Dipper, Soulmate Themes, Prophecies, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slow Burn
Bill Cipher wakes up disoriented.
Again.
There’s a roof over his head and soft cushions underneath him, but he feels even shittier than the first time. His mouth is drier than the Nile after he was done with it, and his stomach is cramping viciously. The lights dance in his vision, but he musters the strength to sit up and swing his legs off the side of the couch. The blanket that was covering him falls onto his lap as he raises his head to look around.
It’s the Mystery Shack, to absolutely no one’s surprise— only a Pines would tranq him on sight. He’s almost proud of whichever one of them was ballsy enough to do it, if it wasn’t for the fact that it means they knew he was coming.
Ax has been meddling…
Bill takes a deep breath of the rich, woodsy scent of the house, surveying the once familiar room. He used to have eyes all over the place, but most have been destroyed or taken down, so he’s had a limited view while he’s been gone– not that he’s been trying to check.
(He’s been bored! So what?)
There are a few short stacks of brown boxes pushed up against the walls, which are smooth and intact instead of covered in ripped wallpaper and splintering holes, and the furniture isn’t held together with peeling tape and rusted screws anymore. It still has its oddities scattered around, but there are newer additions too–he picks up a picture frame off of the side table, and recognizes Shooting Star and Pine Tree. Star has big sunglasses covering the top half of her face and a wide smile taking up the bottom half. Her arms are thrown around Pine Tree while the kid is laughing mid-stumble. Bill furrows his brows.
The longer he looks at the picture, the more he feels that something is off, but he can’t quite put his finger on it. It’s almost as though…
Time, he realizes. How much time has passed?
A shadow suddenly falls over him, and he cranes his neck to look up as the frame is plucked out of his hands.
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Four years late but hey I fricken finished this shit! I sat down literally yesterday after a kind person commented that they still wait for updates on this story (srsly so sorry and you're so sweet holly heck, never say comments don't totally motivate a writer) and finished this. I already had this chapter written many years ago but I didn't wanna post it until I finished the rest (so sorry for my dumb past self). So this one sounds pretty much the same as the rest of the story, however cannot confirm for the rest of the work.
I haven't written in ages, I don't particularly like writing anymore if I am being honest. I am not great at it but I have a lot of ideas lmao. So I just wanna preface that the ending... probably not great lol. I will have a full report on the last chapter, however, on my old ideas for this story and what I thought it could be. There is probably a lot of plot holes and unanswered things but I tried^^;;;
Anyways, I'll upload either every day or every other day depending. But this shall finally be finished lads!
(also no beta, we're animals here)))
“You found it!?”
Lying still, yet menacingly, on the kitchen table was a maroon journal with a black number 1 inked firmly in the center. It was larger than an average book and much worse for wear, the red leather was ripped and mystery blotches were smudged in several different locations on the cover. Mabel and Dipper stood around the object that had been of desire for so long. Neither made a move to touch it, treating it like an old relic—which it very well could have been as far as Dipper knew.
“Yeah, it was in this wired compartment in a tree outside.” Dipper scratched lightly at his chin, eyes roaming over the book. His fingers itched with curiosity for he had yet to open and examine the contents inside. He wasn’t sure if he should, waiting for Cipher seemed like the logical option but that required calling the man, followed by seeing him again, and the thought of meeting gold eyes sent his stomach through all kinds of loops. Thus, his phone stayed promptly in his pocket where it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
“Compartment in a tree, huh?” Mabel repeated, a confused look crossing her face. She, too, moved her hand to rub lightly at her chin in thought. “How’d you come across that?”
Dipper stiffened ever so slightly, and then casted a glance at his intrigued sister. He cleared his throat and shifted to stuff his hands in his pockets roughly. “I just, ya know, fell against it.” He shrugged, trying his best to remain cool—which was, to say, impossible when it came to Dipper Pines.
“Fell against it, hm?” Mabel’s eyebrow slowly started rising.
“Yes, I fell against it!” Dipper sputtered, looking away towards the book again. “The details of how I found the book aren’t important. What is important is that I found it !”
Mabel stifled her giggles as much as her lips would allow. “Whatever you say, Bro bro.” She mused and leaned over the dusty object, intentionally ignoring the tomato that was now her brother beside her. He’d been through enough teasing this morning, she’d let him off the hook this once. “What do you thinks inside?”
Dipper leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “No idea.” He quietly thought back to the times he and Cipher were looking for said book. A distant memory of going to the junkyard and the words black magic and demons , danced in the back of his mind but he elected to ignore those warnings. If the book really was dangerous, there was no way Cipher would be looking for it. At least that’s what Dipper told himself.
“Are you going to open it?” Mabel quirked a brow, eyes not leaving the book.
Dipper shifted against the counter. “I don’t know, Mabes. Maybe we should wait for Cipher to open it first.”
Mabel pursed her lips and squinted at the book.
There was a long pause, the only sound being whispers from the TV playing in the other room. Then Mabel, with a big intake of breath, announced loudly: “I am gonna open it.” And quickly flipped the front cover open.
“Mabel!” Dipper yelped, but his words fell on deaf ears as the young girl turned another page, and then another. “Mabes, seriously, be careful with it! We don’t know what it is, it could be super old and crumble at human touch! Who knows what—”
As Dipper rambled on and on, Mabel’s quick movements tentatively began to slow. She flipped only one more page before stopping and taking in a soft gasp, voice riddled with distraught. “Oh my gosh.” She whispered breathlessly. Dipper paused in his ranting, staring at the back of his sister's head since he couldn’t see the book around her. “I can’t believe this.”
“What?” He inquired, a drop of unease plopping into the pits of his stomach. Mabel’s shoulders were tense; body rigged with what Dipper could only assume was fear. She looked as though she was witnessing a demon rise out from the pits of hell, or at the very least like her sweaters were being set aflame. And throughout it all, all Dipper could hear were McGucket’s warnings ringing loud and clear inside his jumbled head. “That books bad news I tell ya! Black magic, raising devils, kinda bad news! Nothin good ever came out of that thing.” Dipper cringed at the voice. “What is it?”
“It’s terrible…” Mabel whispered, leaning further over the book. Her hair draped over the yellowing pages, eyes hidden behind thick bangs. “Cipher, he’s…”
“What? What about Cipher?” Dipper stepped closer. He could feel his heart thump a little faster with each step he took towards his sister.
“He’s a…” The girl moved back, turning swiftly to face her brother. Her face was red and cheeks puffed out, eyes leaking frustrated tears and— “ He’s a giant nerd just like you!” She exclaimed dramatically, throwing one hand towards the opened journal and another over her stomach as she doubled over laughing.
Dipper stared, dumbfounded as his sister flopped onto the tabled to keep from falling onto the floor. She was wheezing and stomped a foot every so often, trying to regain her breathing. He couldn’t believe this. “Mabel.” Dipper squinted hard at the girl. The only answer he got was more laughing and a few arm flails. “Mabel, you jerk.” Dipper sighed, but a small smile was tugging at his lips.
“Oh! Oh!” Mabel giggled, laughter beginning to die out into soft gasps. “Oh my gosh, yo- your face!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dipper rolled his eyes. “You got me.” Behind his ribs, his heart was still pounding with adrenaline. He willed his limbs to stop their jittery shakes and calm the hell down. There was nothing to worry about, Mabel was just being her usual dork self. He looked towards the open book finally, now being able to get a good view of it. “So what’s in this thing, anyways?”
Having calmed down a bit, Mabel slipped across the kitchen in her fluffy pink socks, clamped onto the fridge handle and yanked it open to retrieve a can of Pit Cola. She juggled it in her hands, closing the door again with her hip. As she snapped the can open she explained lightly, “Looks like a dictionary for supernatural stuff to me. Really wired, it’s all hand written and stuff.” She paused and took a big gulp of her drink.
Dipper nodded and examined the scribbles and notes about different creatures. His eyes widened the further he flipped from page to page, completely entranced with the object sitting before him. It was no wonder Cipher wanted this thing, the stories he could produce with the book would be endless!
“This is amazing.” Dipper breathed. Gnomes, Zombies, Ghosts, this book was like a paranormal junkies Holy Grail.
Mabel hummed and jumped up onto the counter. “It makes sense why Cipher would want this. I am sure he will be happy you found it.” She mused, swinging her legs back and forth to the rhythm of a song stuck in her head. “Now you guys don’t have to go searching anymore! That’ll probably be a big nuisance off his shoulders.”
Dipper hummed absentmindedly as he drew his finger along the edge of the book, a thin layer of dust bunched up and latched onto his finger. He pulled his hand back, pinching the ball of dirt between his thumb and index finger till the grains rolled off his skin. He wondered briefly how long the book had been in that tree for, and for what reason.
“No more long hours trekking through stores and the occasional dumpster. I wonder if this old thing will help him with his work, or if that’s even what he wanted it for.” Mabel muttered against the rim of her soda can.
Dipper’s fingers instantly stilled, entire body freezing like someone had pushed a pause button on the boy’s life. No more long hours trekking through stores and the occasional dumpster . The words bounced around in his head several times and every repeat left a horrible taste in his mouth. He gulped and dropped his hand, brushing it harshly against his faded jeans. “Yeah, don’t know.” He bit out.
A minute ago he’d been excited to see Cipher’s reaction to his discovery, because damn it he was proud! And maybe boasting a little in the ego department. Now dread was filling up his core. No more time with Cipher…
Mabel slurped at her drink loudly, oblivious to the way her brother scooped up the book with a hesitant hand. “So, when are you gonna tell him?” She looked up past her wavy bangs, confused to find Dipper retreating towards the stairs at a quick pace. “Dipper?”
.:.:.
Dipper paced along the length of his bedroom, feet scuffing against the hardwood floor. He could practically feel the wood splintering away with each step he took. It was only a matter of time before he’d run a rut in the floor. He could hardly bring himself to care; however, as he gnawed at his thumbnail in a simple attempt to help distract his brain.
This was stupid, Dipper was stupid. He could hardly believe he was even thinking about the train of thought that he was. Not telling Cipher about the book? What kind of nonsense was that? He had to; it was his moral duty to give up the journal to the radio host. Otherwise, everything they’d done together thus far would be for nothing. The whole reason Dipper was being kept around was for the sole purpose of finding the book.
And once you give the book up, you won’t have a reason to be around Cipher anymore , Dipper thought sullenly. He turned once he paced as far as he could towards the door, changing direction to continue shuffling back the route he came towards the triangle window above his bed. It was a vicious cycle, this back and forth, back and forth. All the while he kept his eyes glued on the ground. He paused when his irises caught sight of a neatly folded pile of clothes at the end of his bed. Black jacket, pants, yellow scarf… A flash of blonde hair and the feel of rough bark against his back blurred past his eyes.
There would probably be no more of that once he gave up the book. Dipper lightly drew a finger against his chapped lips. If he thought hard enough he could still feel the pressure Cipher’s smooth lips had left against his own.
“Oh man.” Dipper mumbled aloud. Here he was worrying over some scraps of paper sewn together, while he should be questioning the fluttering in his chest from earlier interactions.
Cipher had kissed him and he’d be lying if he didn’t say he thoroughly enjoyed it. Both Mabel and Pacifica will be delighted to rub it in his face once they find out.
Dipper dropped onto his bed with a frustrated groan. Everything was happening all so suddenly, so fast he couldn’t make left or right of the images flashing before his eyes. And it was all because of that darn radio host with his perfect golden hair and otherworldly eyes. Not to mention his lean body that fit so right against Dipper’s the night before, warm like a blanket and oh so comfortable… Dipper shook his head quickly, expelling any further thoughts of Cipher’s body.
Really, Cipher was too handsome for his own good. It was practically supernatural.
Dipper snorted at the thought and fell back against the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, a soft sigh fluttering past his lips. What to do, what to do. He slid his hands up to rest on his chest and began tapping his fingers against his worn shirt.
“So you tell him.” Dipper muttered to himself. “You tell him about the book. It’ll make him happy, probably further his show somehow and bring in more listeners, which will make his work life better.” His fingers paused in their tapping, then slowly started picking up a rhythm again as he let another thought enter his mind. “Or you don’t tell him, you continue looking for the book as if you haven’t already found it and grow closer. Eventually he’ll forget about the book and move on, which will make his personal life better.”
“You don’t tell him and possibly ruin his career .” A voice that sounded eerily similar to Mabel’s rumbled in the back on his head. Ah, the voice of reason. It was bound to come poking its ugly face in here eventually.
“I don’t necessarily know if it’s for his show.” Dipper grumbled, sinking a little further against his bed. Great now he was talking to himself.
“What else would he need it so badly for?”
“I don’t know, curiosity? For a collection, maybe? His life revolves around the supernatural; it’s not that farfetched to want a journal filled on the subject.”
“So you’d rather keep the object of his desire away from him, in the hopes you become that object for him instead. That’s quite selfish.”
“Well no one asked you.” Dipper huffed and rolled onto his side. He stared aimlessly out the triangular window nearby. The sun had already begun to drip close to the tree line, casting an array of colors throughout his room. It was beautiful, really, all oranges and reds, and the occasional pink glow scattering across the shack's rustic interior. His eyes followed the colorful trail of light right back to the pile of clothes at the end of his bed. He stared at the yellow scarf for a long while before he worked up the strength to reach for it.
The fabric was so soft, softer than anything he’d felt before. It was probably really expensive. Dipper tugged the material fully into his palms and laid back down. He held onto the scarf like a blanket, running the pads of his fingers over the kind stitching. “Maybe he won’t leave once he has the book.” Dipper thought aloud once again. He was starting to make a habit out of talking to himself apparently.
It wasn’t like he wanted to keep information from Cipher, especially news that’d make him happy. The paranoia engraved deep in his soul that the man would eventually forget about him if they had no reason to be around each other was just too overpowering. Even though there was a good chance Cipher liked hanging around Dipper for Dipper and not just for his searching skills. It was a big chance, honestly. You don’t just kiss someone you plan on ditching. Cipher seemed like a better person than that, anyways.
But doubt was always louder than hope.
With a quick glance at the clock—which already read 5:10PM—Dipper decided he’d allow himself to sleep on it. It was already late so there was no use calling up Cipher now; he wouldn’t be able to come by until tomorrow anyways.
Settling on that, Dipper rolled over and closed his eyes. Super wouldn’t be ready for another hour or so and a nap sounded like a pleasant idea in the meantime.
.:.:.
Three days.
It’d been three days since Dipper found the old journal hidden in a tree. The journal, which a certain radio host had yet to know, was within Dipper’s possession. It had been shamefully tucked away in the brunet’s desk under a pile of scrap papers. It wasn’t the greatest hiding spot by any means, but Dipper didn’t feel comfortable leaving the relic under his bed or somewhere in his closet. At least in his desk, the book didn’t face any chances of getting ruined.
He stuck the poor book in the bottom drawer with the intention of returning to it in a week – because a night to sleep on deciding to give the book to Cipher just wasn’t enough. He simply wanted a little more time with the radio host to assure he wouldn’t ditch him. That was reason enough, right? In one week time, the book would be given to the blonde man. Until then, Dipper proclaimed he’d live with the guilt and enjoy some downtime with the host.
And what a glorious three days it had been so far. Cipher had been spending a large majority of the days hanging around Dipper’s work again. They’d continued their little routine, but the silence was filled with a lot more bashful glances and sly smiles. The kiss hadn’t been officially mentioned, but the implication that both of them equally enjoyed it and wouldn’t mind doing it again was pretty clearly expressed.
When Dipper wasn’t shackled to his job at the bookstore – and Cipher by extension – they usually ended up spending time around town or the radio station. Very rarely were they away from each other’s side. Not that either was complaining. However, every so often when Dipper would glance Cipher’s way, he’d feel a ball of guilt nibbling away at the core of his stomach. He couldn’t help thinking about the things he was hiding from the man. It didn’t feel right, but at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it.
“Do you like your job?”
Cipher blinked open his eyes and tilted his head a little towards the brunet lying somberly beside him. They’d been lying outside on a patch of drying grass a short ways from the radio station, simply enjoying the last few drops of autumn. The sun was high above them, basking them in a nice enough warmth that they only needed light jackets. Cipher was currently wearing the sweatshirt he had borrowed from Dipper a few days prior, having yet to give it up. Not that Dipper really cared, he felt slightly prideful seeing the radio host wearing something of his.
Cipher shifted his arms, which lay beneath his head. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He looked back towards the calm blue sky. “It’s fun, I like being able to talk about whatever the hell I want for a living. I am not the biggest fan of having to hide behind a curtain all the time, but it comes with the job.”
Dipper hummed, mulling over that information. He flicked his fingers against the zipper on his jacket. “Why do you have to be so secretive? I doubt anyone would like… attack you or something if they knew who you were.”
Cipher chuckled and turned on his side, arm bent and hand holding up his head. Dipper moved in a similar fashion so that they both faced each other. “There are a few reasons. Gideon thinks having me be unnamed makes me more mysterious, that not only the show holds secrets but even the host does.” He shrugged. “Plus, I like being able to live my life without interruptions. I would get annoyed pretty quickly if people were stopping me on the streets or spewing nonsense about me in teen magazines.”
Dipper twirled his fingers around a few blades of grass, tugging them lazily as he listened. “And here I thought you liked attention.”
“Oh don’t get me wrong, I do! I would love people bending at my every need, but I have standards. I wouldn’t be able to sit here with you like this if I was open about my identity, and that’s not something I am quite willing to give up.”
“I guess that… makes sense.” Dipper pondered. “So you’re a man full of secrets then?”
“I am a man with many angles and lots of knowledge of various topics, who happens to also like having a private life, so if that makes me secretive then I guess I am. However, since I like you I’ll tell you my secrets,” Cipher leaned forward, lips curving into a seductive smirk. “for a price~”
Dipper’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, “Oh really? And what’s your price, Cipher?” He mused, putting up his best confident front.
“Hmmm,” Cipher’s eyes flickered from Dipper’s eyes to his lips then quickly back again. “I don’t know, it’d probably have to be something really pricey since I’ve got a lot of secrets.”
Dipper snorted and rolled his eyes, “What like my soul?” He joked and playfully wiggled his eyebrows.
If one were to have blinked in that moment they probably would have missed the way Cipher’s eyes widened and sparked with wonder for a fraction of a second. He continued to smirk at his companion before rolling onto his back to stare up at the sky once again. “Something like that.” He hummed pleasantly. “I am sure your soul would be a beauty.”
Dipper scoffed and flopped over onto his stomach, arms crossing beneath his chin. He closed his eyes and snuggled a little deeper in his jacket. “Don’t all souls look the same? Like a smoking white ball.”
“I think you’ve been playing too many video games.” Cipher flicked at the edge of Dipper’s ear, earning a small yelp and glare from the boy. “Souls come in all colors and shapes, kid. The more corrupted the soul, the worse it looks. What the world considers ‘sinners’ usually look black, less smoky, more goopy. Like a ball of hot, bubbling tar. While good people are bright, wispy, and usually emit a color.”
“You seem to know a lot about this.” Dipper mumbled into the curve of his arm.
Cipher chuckled under his breath. “Call it a passion of mine.”
The two fell into a comfortable silence after that, lying happily beside each other with only the whispers of wind and occasional tweet of a bird filling the silence. They lay close enough that their arms brushed and with a little maneuvering their hands slipped into each other without question.
It was nice, being able to be together like this without any distractions. To simply enjoy each other’s company. Dipper really didn’t want to let this go, and yet as he peeked past his bangs at the still figure beside him, he knew that he would.
“Hey, Cipher.” Dipper said just barely above a whisper. He watched the blonde’s eyebrow twitch but his eyes remained closed.
“Hm?”
“I gotta tell you something, it’s kind of important, it’s about the b—”
Just as the words were about to flutter out of his mouth, a shrill ring of a phone smacked Dipper’s train of thought straight from his head. His lips latched shut and eyes looked down at Cipher’s glowing pocket, which the man was quickly moving to reach.
He flicked the device on and squinted at the screen as if it had personally offended him. Whether that was because it had interrupted Dipper or not, the boy wasn’t sure.
“Sorry, just an email.” Cipher’s expression lightened considerably as he turned the screen to face Dipper. “Look at this cat jumping in and out of boxes! Giffy sent it. Cats are so silly!”
True to his word, there was a cat hopping into different sized boxes with a small message from Giffany at the bottom of the screen. Dipper smiled softly at the ridiculous video. Of course Cipher would find cat videos funny, what doesn’t he find funny? Dipper thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that, nope, Cipher could get a kick out of anything.
As he watched the video play through, Dipper couldn’t help his eyes wandering to the corner of the screen where a list of information sat. At the top of the list was a name, one that had Dipper’s heart stalling. “Uh.” The boy muttered very intelligently.
Cipher tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brows at Dipper’s odd expression. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t find cat videos funny. Cause I don’t think this relationship can work if—”
prompt: dipper falls through ice and bill has to warm him up
dipper had been following this lead for months now. whispers of an illuminati, new world order type organization had him on a wild goose chase all over gravity falls. somewhere deep down, he knew that bill had to be involved. but since their last encounter, when he'd finally seen the demon in his human form and it had evoked a strange response in both his body and his heart.....he'd just tried not to think about anything to do with bill cypher.
somehow or another, dipper ended up in the middle of the forest at 2am on christmas eve. he'd begged mabel to come with him, but she stayed home "so that santa would still come."
some things never change.
he came to a clearing , where there was a large, frozen lake. looking down at the map that a supposed ex-cult member had given him, this was the right place.
after doing a quick sweep of the land, the young man had found nothing. he came to the edge of the ice and looked down at it with a grimace. it appeared to be solid all the way through.
he put a foot on it, testing, and it slid away from his body. he made a small noise of pain as he almost did the splits.
just then, there was a sound from behind him. he turned, and by the pale moonlight saw a human figure approaching.
"pine tree~" a velvety voice said.
dipper groaned internally and straightened, gathering himself as best he could.
"bill, what are you doing here?"
" ah, just passing through the area. you, however-" the demon was suddenly in front of him as if by teleportation, so close that dipper could feel the warm breath on his face. it was disorienting. "-should be asleep at home. do humans normally ice skate this close to 3am? thats what they call the witching hour, you know."
" i'm not ice skating. I'm looking for something. so you can just continue on your way. " with that, he took a step out onto the ice.
bill made a low hissing sound. "that's not the best idea"
"i'm ignoring you! " the other exclaimed pointedly, venturing carefully out towards the middle of the lake, holding his breath and trying to keep his feet from sliding on the slick surface.
"but it's not-"
before bill could finish his sentence , there was a loud cracking sound. dipper looked down just in time to see the the ice beneath his feet break in half. he was then plunged into the icy depths.
the water was so cold that it initially felt like fire. he sputtered and floundered but it only served to cause him to inhale water. parts of his body were starting to go numb and his lungs ached for air. he could feel himself sinking deeper, towards the bottom, and he truly thought he was going to die. he was past the point of fear. he couldn't think.
dipper barely felt it when a large hand wrapped around his skinny bicep, but he did feel it as he was being pulled quickly up and out. his slender frame was enveloped in something warm, and then all of the sudden he was on the cold ground.
"take this off....you're drenched...." bill muttered to himself, pulling dipper's coat off. the younger could barely hold his eyes open. they were just fluttering, glimpses of bill's handsome face flashing through his head like something from a fever dream.
"c-cold...." dipper managed finally, body wracked with a shudder. "so.....cold"
"here, here, come here" bill whispered, pulling the brunette into his lap and holding him close to his chest. the shivering wouldn't stop.
"hurts....." dipper whimpered.
bill put his hands on either side of dipper's face, watching as the skin turned from almost blue back to a pale flesh tone. "i've got you. this is helping, right?"
dipper's eyes slid shut.
"pine tree?"
"mmm....?" he murmured weakly .
bill took his own jacket off, wrapping it around the other's back while practically crushing his body against him. after a few moments, the full body shudders turned to tiny tremors.
bill rubbed dipper's back and the human opened his eyes, seemingly less disoriented now.
"bill....." he breathed weakly. "i need to get inside. it's too cold."
"there's a house that i know of. not far. hold on, i'll..... "
the demon snapped his fingers, and all of the sudden the two were in front of a small cottage, seemingly deeper in the woods. dipper was in bill's arms, bridal style, but he was too weak to object or even comment on it.
bill let himself inside. there was a fire already burning in the hearth.
somewhere in the back of his head, dipper suspected this place was magic, but it was saving him so he decided not to question it.
the demon took a plush blanket off of the couch and laid it on the floor in front of the fire, then gently laid dipper down.
the young man sighed as the heat engulfed him, eyelids fluttering. it was like his heart was slowly pounding back to life.
"better?" bill asked after a few minutes of just standing back, watching color come back to the human's cheeks.
"better. but.....i need something."
"oh? what is it?" bill took a step toward dipper and dipper gently tugged his hand , pulling him to the ground.
taking the hint, he laid down on the blanket next to dipper, awkwardly pulling him into an embrace.
"there. you're warm." dipper whispered. "i think as long as you hold me....i'll be okay."
"i want you to be okay." bill said , surprising even himself as the words came out of his mouth.
the other met his eyes, too exhausted and blissed out to question it. the two held each other's gazes, strange yellow eyes meeting warm brown ones. they'd never looked at each other like this.
"bill"
"yes, pine tree?"
"thank you. for saving me. and for this"
the demon's fingers brushed delicately over the sensitive skin of dipper's neck, a smile playing at his lips, as he answered, "it's you i should be thanking."
Bill hated his new form. No… It wasn’t the form he hated, it was not being able to reveal who he really was. Usually, it wouldn’t matter but of course the Pines twins were involved. In his new body–no, his new life, he spent most days in school.
Bill was growing increasingly impatient with the stupid punishment. He did not want to live as a pathetic human. But he managed… Mostly with the help of Dipper Pines.
He hadn’t noticed it until recently…
He spent most of the time feeling rather detached from his human form. He wasn’t always aware of the actions he made with it. Bill was almost watching himself on his days on Earth. He spent a lot of time in classes with Dipper and now had to do a project with him.
He hadn’t noticed it until it was brought up…
Bill Cipher and Pine Tree spoke frequently on the phone to talk about their project. If you asked Bill, he had no idea what the project was even about. But his partner didn’t seem to notice and would usually simply tell the demon what he wanted him to do.
His “mother” walked in on a phone call amongst the two boys and commented on how Bill had lowered his voice about an octave more before leaving. The demon had not noticed this behavior until then. But he had observed humans for long enough to know what it meant. Quickly after arriving to this conclusion, Bill Cipher ran through other conversations that he had had with the brunette.
It was so pain-stakingly obvious. If it hadn’t been so long… Perhaps, he would have noticed it sooner. The calm anxiety that flooded the demon’s systems randomly throughout their talks. The way he felt more solid in his human body around him. The way that he made this new life feel less surreal. Mirroring his mannerisms.
It crossed the blonde’s mind once or twice how the demon had completely discounted the frequent fantasies of the brunette’s lips on his. Why hadn’t it struck him as at least a little odd? But no, he had treated those day dreams as normal things for some strange reason.
Bill sighed. Hadn’t he decided a long time ago to stop questioning these things? He had feelings for the kid that destroyed his attempts at world domination. Big whoop.
Bill momentarily cursed his physical form. Though he knew that his physical form had nothing to do with it. Despite contrary belief, a demonic form is still capable of love. Bill had tested this theory about a millennia ago. While possessing a human form, Bill had fallen in love. He switched back to his usual self to see if the feelings would go away, they did not. No, a demonic form is capable of love. A human form just made it easier. In a human form, you act as equals. Connecting with humans as another human and connecting with one as a demon were very different experiences. As a human, it was easier. Bill supposed it was because of the human belief that they were all equal that made it that way. That, and how terrified humans tend to be when faced with a demon.
As a human, you just connect differently. You connect as equals. You connect with the extra additive called pheromones.
Bill sat back to think on these new thoughts. To chew on them. Bill began fall into another one of his fantasies. Very suddenly all he saw was Dipper’s lips on his. Bill felt Pine Tree’s mouth on his ear. Bill imagined tracing his lips in kisses down the nerd’s bony neck and down to his collar bone. Waiting for a sign, for a moan to show him when to bite. He felt his teeth sneaking into the other boy’s skin, tasted the blood on his lips. He felt Pine Tree’s hands on his hips.
His thoughts were abruptly stopped by the presence of another being in the vicinity. Bill shot straight up. The gold eyes met brown. “Dipper Pines…” Bill tried to suppress the probably horribly obvious blush that tinted his face and ears. “Pi-Dipper, w-what brings you here?” The brunette set his things down at the door. “Um… It’s Saturday. I came to work on the science project. Sorry… You told me not to knock so I thought–” “No!” the demon leapt to his feet with cat-like agility. “No, it’s fine. It’s just me… I’ve just been loosing track of the days that’s all. I didn’t know who you were.” “Yeah… Hey, Bill… Are you okay?” the Pines twin asked shyly. “Huh?” “Dude, you’re drenched in sweat.” Sure enough, Bill was so sweaty that his bangs were clinging to his forehead. Bill felt his face flush with heat. There were deep shadows under his eyes, from the lack of sleep that Bill was giving to his body. Needless to say, he didn’t exactly care for his new form. “Yeah… I’m fine,” Bill muttered. But his words of reassurance did nothing to stop all the exhaustion from crashing over him at once. “Let’s go start the project.” The brunette nodded, absolutely delighted at the new topic at hand and he turned around to grab the supplies he had dropped by the door. He came back talking excitedly about the project. Bill attempted to follow him but he lacked interest in the topic. In the midest of the brunette’s chatter, Bill groaned. “D-Dipper…” Dipper seemed upset about being cut off like that but he still replied: “Yes?” “I… Geez, what am I doing? Dipper, I… I like you. As in, not in a friend way. I’m sorry, I’m bad at this. I like you. I don’t know why or even how but I do. I’m not used to this, I’m completely new to this stuff. I don’t know what I’m trying to get out of telling you this but I’m doing it.” There was a long silence between the two boys. Finally, Dipper chuckled and snorted under his breath. “Bill… Are you drunk?” “What?! No, I mean… I’m a bit hung over… Why?” Dipper held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, I just–I dunno. I don’t deal with people telling me that… They have a crush on me. You? I… Look, Bill, I like you, too. But I don’t…” “Want to tell anyone about your preferences?” “No. Bill, I don’t… I’m seeing someone.“ Bill stared at the human for several long moments. “You’re lying. Why are you lying?” Dipper’s face flushed red. “I’m not lying!” “Yes. You. Are. You have a fucking erection. Explain that!” “I…” Dipper’s face flushed. “Fuck it…” he muttered underneath his breath as he lunged forward to plant a hot messy kiss on Bill’s lips. Their teeth clanged together and Bill felt the other boy’s nose smash against his cheek. Dipper’s hands soon found Bill’s hips and rested there. Over his shock, the demon took control. He grabbed his lover’s face in his hands and kissed him greedily. He felt his face go warm and his hands drifted to the brunette’s ribs. He held him like this tightly. His fingers dug between each bone. Dipper’s hands, which had been entangled in Bill’s hair, drifted lower as well. He rested his hands atop of the demon’s shoulder blades. It drove Bill wild and encouraged him to go more. His tongue began to explore faster and his grip was tighter. He wanted no space between the two of them. Bill’s right hand drifted from Dipper’s side and lower to palm the lump in his pants. His PineTree gasped against his kiss. His hands began to drift as well. They went lower and lower until they were traveling up underneath the cloth of Bill’s T-shirt. The demon helped the boy get his shirt off. He began to play with the buttons of the other boy’s flannel shirt. Down to the last button, Dipper shrugged his shirt off. Dipper’s senses were on fire. His lips felt so perfect against his classmate’s, he needed more. His hands were placed on Bill’s chest and suddenly the blond pulled away. His lips still tingled with the feeling of the other’s touch. Bill’s mouth met Dipper’s neck and slowly he traveled lower, looking for the perfect place. He went all the way to his collar bone and knew immediately where the spot was. He hit it and Dipper’s moans became something else entirely. Bill decided to tease him. He nibbled on the spot and listened as Dipper’s breathes became quicker and more desperate. Finally, Bill sunk his teeth into the collar bone. His blood leaked slowly from the cut and Dipper was done. He screamed as Bill’s teeth made contact. Bill glanced up at the brunette for a brief moment, sending Dipper’s pulse flying through the roof. Bill pulled away, licking the blood off his lips. He gazed into the brown eyes of the boy beneath him. Dipper stared into the golden eyes. Without ever breaking eye contact, Dipper’s hands drifted. He had his palm over Bill’s erection. The demon grinned and chuckled beneath his breath. “Oh ho ho, Pine Tree…” Dipper froze. His blood had completely run cold. Realization had hit him like a slap in the face. “B-Bill Cipher?” the brunette whimpered. The demon’s eyes became wide and his cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. The boy pressed his back farther into the coach. He didn’t want near him, he wanted to get as far away from him as possible. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to feel the heat of his skin against his. Fear rose and still… Dipper remained pinned beneath a demon. Dipper lashed out and tried to push the demon off of him. Bill was caught off guard. It only took an extra kick for the boy to escape. For a moment, the demon was still, the shock had frozen him. He lurched back into reality, he couldn’t allow the boy to leave. On his feet he managed to caught his love right at the door. He had him pinned. Dipper Pines was trapped with his back against his only means of escape. “Let me go, Bill!” the boy cried desperately. “No,” Bill Cipher hissed. “Dipper, you can’t tell anyone.” “W-what?” The demon’s eyes burned. “You can’t tell anyone who I really am. Dipper, please… You have to understand. I–” “Fine!” The boy’s breath was ragged and uneven. “I won’t tell them what you are. Just let me go.” Bill loosened his grip. He didn’t know what caused him to close the gap between their lips but he did. This time it was less needy. It was soft and compassion as opposed to rough and lusty. Dipper kept his eyes wide open. His face became heated and he was frozen. He whimpered against Bill’s touch. The demon pulled away and it took one harsh shove from the human and he was gone. Dipper sped through the hallway with Bill chasing moments after. The two boys most have been quite a sight, running shirtless through an apartment complex with one of them looking terrified out of their witts. Bill tried shouting after him but to no avail. Eventually, Bill simply fell to his knees. Not because he was winded, it was because of his tears. His tears fell down his face. Sobs racked his body. A human body… It hurt more than Bill Cipher remembered. Perhaps, he was more emotional like this. “What changed?” Bill muttered. He was willing to… He even… He liked him. He kissed him. But the moment he knew, it all changed. So, he was a demon but he was still the same… The same person he was kissing before he realized… Why is it so different? It’s been years, Pine Tree. But somehow it all feels the same. Bill never felt so weak. Sobbing shirtless on your knees staring after the stairs his lover flew down, that’s some sort of all time low. Pathetic.
