A short bonus chapter/scene inspired by MirageXD's fan animation.
Spoilers if you haven't read past Chp 10 of this fic.
-WHITE LOTUS
Meri hummed as she sat in the gardens of the palace, leaning against Atum with her bare feet dipped in the pond before them. She was currently in the midst of writing which was fine except it meant she wasn’t paying attention to him and he didn’t like that.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked.
‘Writing to my family.’
‘Why? I can just take you to go see them again.’
‘I know, but I want to show off to my brother that I learnt to write!’ She grinned up at him, and his heart did a skip. ‘Thank you for the lessons by the way.’ She looked back down before he could lean forward to steal a kiss and he frowned.
Pay attention to him, dammit! He was a God, he deserved attention!
A moment later he had an idea. ‘Here.’ He held out a closed fist towards her, palm facing up. Meri glanced aside at it curiously as he slowly unfurled his fingers to reveal a blooming white lotus. It was so perfect that it made the other lotuses flowering on the pond look bland in comparison.
Meri’s eyes sparkled in delight. ‘Wow, I didn’t know you could do that.’
‘I can do a lot of things,’ he replied smugly, placing the flower in her hair. She smiled, eyes reflecting his face as her attention remained completely on him. Just as he’d wanted. He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as he leaned down, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation and she angled her head up to meet his.
But just before their lips could touch, he felt a presence.
The god stopped, raising his head to look across the gardens where he saw a dark shape sleuthing through the shadows. He narrowed his eyes as the canine-shaped creature slinked out of sight.
‘Atum?’
He glanced back down, meeting Meri’s gaze. ‘Sorry, what did you say?’
She offered a wry smile. ‘I said, will you be staying with me tonight?’
He wanted to.
But, it looks like he had a more pressing visitor.
‘Not tonight,’ he replied, and he hated the way her face fell even as she tried to quickly hide it behind a smile.
‘Oh, okay. That’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow then.’ She stood up, swiftly gathering her things and turning to leave. He hastily jumped to his own feet, grabbing her by the wrist with a gentle tug.
‘Oi wait, don’t be mad.’
‘I’m not mad.’
‘Then why aren’t you looking at me?’
She frowned, her gaze still averted to the side. After several seconds she eventually looked in his direction with reluctance, gaze neutral. ‘Does this please you, my prince?’
His right eye twitched. She could be bratty too when she wanted. ‘Okay fine, just gimme an hour. I have to go sort something out.’
That raised her curiosity. ‘Sort what out?’ Before he could reply, she added: ‘Is it Bebiankh stuff or Atum stuff?’
Damn, she was intuitive.
‘Just stuff, I’ll talk to ya later.’ He leaned down, planting her with a kiss. She had the softest lips, it was so easy to get lost in them. In fact, the god had only meant to give her a peck but here he was seconds later sliding his mouth over her own and pulling her closer as she pressed up against him.
Heh, it was almost as if she was…
...was...
….wait.
He ripped himself away and shot her a pointed look. ‘Hey.’
Meri flashed him an innocent smile as she stepped away. ‘Are you still sure you don’t want to come back to my chambers?’ She raised an eyebrow pointedly.
Oh, that little-
‘Later,’ he grunted, turning away before she tempted him anymore. Her laughter trailed after him.
‘I’ll be waiting!’
>
By the time he entered his own private chambers he had calmed down. He never would have thought one human was capable of working him up so much but she was special of course.
‘Having fun, it seems.’
The dark haired price raised his head to the sight of a dark jackal sitting on his bed. Atum offered a sardonic smile. ‘To what do I owe the unexpected visit, Anubis?’
The canine stood, leaping off the bed towards him and as its paws landed on the floor it transformed into a man with a jackal head dressed in regal clothing. The Prince shifted his weight from one foot to the other uneasily. He’d been living as Bebiankh for several months now. Whilst Ra had made his opinion on the matter clear with his little eclipse, this was the first time he’d been visited by one of his fellow gods in person.
‘Relax,’ Anubis said, offering a wry grin that looked off on his canine face. ‘I’m not here for you.’
‘...You’re not?’
‘Nope.’ Anubis approached a table, selecting an apple from the bowl of fruit. ‘I’m here on business.’
Atum raised an eyebrow. ‘Who died?’
‘Nobody yet. But by the end of today I'll have my work cut out for me.’
The prince snorted, folding his arms as he leaned against the wall. ‘Yeah, the Pharaoh's been on death’s doorstep for days now.’
Anubis nodded. ‘That will come to an end today.’ The guide to the underworld glanced aside at his fellow god. ‘As will many other things.’
Atum frowned. He’d never ever been that close with Anubis, found the guy kinda creepy to be honest. ‘What does that mean?’
‘You’ll find out very soon.’
‘Really? Thanks, very helpful,' he remarked dryly. 'Any other reason you’re in my private chambers?’
‘These are not yours, they belong to the late prince. Have you already forgotten who you really are?’
He scoffed. ‘Of course not.’
‘Hm. It never ends well when our kind involve themselves in the affairs of humans.’
Atum said nothing, only glaring.
‘Goodbye brother, I wish you the best.’
The jackal god left, and Atum was left alone with a sense of uneasiness. Whatever, it was fine. Looks like his old pops was gonna kick the bucket by the end of the night, which meant he’d be King. Good, he could dote on Meri even more.
As he turned to head back to his beloved however he heard it.
A piercing scream from the palace courtyard.
The god frowned. Jeez, what now? He sighed as he walked through the corridor only to run into a couple of his guards who were running frantically. When they saw him, their faces paled with the one in front rushing forward.
‘P-Prince Bebiankh! It’s your wife!’
‘Hm? Which one?’
‘Meri!’
His expression faltered, blood running cold in his veins.
‘S-She fell from the balcony! Please, come quick!’
A presence shifted. Atum looked aside, meeting the gaze of Anubis as he shifted through the shadows of the corridor pillars. The god raised a hand, pointing towards the direction of the courtyard before he melted back into the shadows and headed towards his next target.
Meri.
As he ran out into the courtyard, the white lotus lay on the floor in pieces and stained red with blood as he screamed her name.
It never ended well when gods consorted with humans.
This fanart by @miragexd is so cute that I wrote a oneshot inspired by it:-
Why is Bill in human form? Why is he hanging out with the group? Who knows, this is a drabble so I don’t need to go into that backstory. :p
- COLD EMBRACE
If Mabel had to pick between her favourite season, she would probably say summer after some consideration.
Afterall, summer had flowers, smoothies, trips to the beach, and cute boys in swimming trunks.
That last one was very important as it had given her a prime excuse to see Bill shirtless at the pool earlier this year and had been the first initial step upon the mental ordeal of a mountain that was realising her feelings for the demon.
—She still wasn’t entirely at the top yet. A girl needed more than six months to grapple with the internal realisation of holding feelings for Bill Cipher.
Bluh, she always chose the challenges, didn’t she?
Currently, the brunette was wandering through the woods near the Shack as snow fell from the sky and coated the landscape in a pristine white blanket. She and Dipper had decided to visit all their friends in Gravity Falls for the holidays this year and were currently enjoying their first week of three.
It was also a chance to visit Bill, who was squatting at the Shack until the unforeseeable future.
...Who was tagging along with her right now.
Mabel looked down at her feet as she crunched through the snow, enjoying the sensation of making tracks in the otherwise untouched snow. Dipper had gone off on “not a date” with Pacifica so she’d been left by herself. Not one to stay idle, the teenager had decided to wander off and make some snow angels.
But then Bill had followed her.
And what should have been a short walk a few feet past the treelines had become a lot further and longer as she kept striding on so as to avoid looking back at him.
At least she could blame her red cheeks on the cold.
‘Oi, Shooting Star, where the hell are we going?’
She faltered at the abrupt voice, realising they were by now pretty deep into the woods. Ah. ‘Uh, here!’
‘Here?’
Mabel span on her heel and flashed him with a wide smile she hoped appeared genuine. ‘Yeah, here!’
Bill stared at her with keen golden eyes. ‘…This is a ditch.’
She faltered, averting her gaze quickly. Had his eyes always been that scrutinising or was she imagining it? This was probably the first time she’d actually made eye contact with him since arriving.
‘Okay, you’re acting weird,’ Bill said gruffly, folding his arms. ‘You have since the moment you landed in town, what are you hiding? Did you go and get married off to some other supernatural creature again?’
She pouted. ‘No.’ Jeez, you almost marry a herd of gnomes once and you never hear the end of it.
‘Then what?’
‘I’m not acting weird,’ she retorted before jabbing a gloved finger in his direction. ‘You’re the weird one.’
‘I’m an ancient and immortal all-powerful demon parading around in a human body whilst wearing a fluffy parka and earmuffs, of course I’m fucking weird.’
Fair point.
‘And I know a liar when I see one, so fess up.’
She internally groaned. ‘It’s nothing, just drop it. Girls are allowed to have secrets.’
‘Not when it means you can’t even look me in the eye, kid. Jeez, you’re treating me like I killed your pet pig. I haven’t tried that since last year!’
She frowned, eyes sliding in his direction. He had been making a real an effort to act nicer. It was part of the reason she’d ended up liking him before she realised it.
‘Yeah, that’s my chest. My eyes are up here.’
Mabel huffed as she finally raised her gaze up to meet his stare. There were those piercing honey eyes again that she could get lost in. She swallowed thickly.
Bill arched an eyebrow. ‘So? What’s up?’
Her lips parted, struggling to find her voice as she considered actually being honest. What was the worst that could happen? He laughed in her face and made fun of her and told the entire town she had a big fat crush on him?
—On second thoughts, nope. She shook her head frantically.
‘Urgh, you’re so frustrating sometimes,’ Bill muttered, rolling his eyes. ‘Good luck to your next boyfriend.’
Mabel scowled at that, stomping her foot as she glared. ‘As if I’d ever ask you out!’
‘What?’
Mabel blinked. ‘What?’
They stared at one another.
Bill regarded her with confusion, blinking owlishly as her abrupt words sunk in. ‘Wait a second…’
Meanwhile, Mabel felt panic clawing up her throat as she registered what she’d just said and the implications it could lead to. She didn’t like that look of dawning realisation beginning to cross his face.
Time to abort. Mabel out.
‘Bye!’
She turned on her heel and fled.
‘What- hey wait a second!’
Mabel ignored him, skidding partially in the snow as she legged it. Nope, nope, nope.
‘Shooting Star!’ he yelled, voice echoing through the trees as she continued to rush ahead. She leapt over a fallen log in her haste and landed on the snowy ground past it. ‘Look out for the—!’
The rest of Bill’s words were lost as Mabel fell through the ice and plummeted into the lake.
The freezing water instantly soaked her clothing, the cold seeping through her skin and penetrating her bones. She quickly scrambled to escape, her head breaking through the surface as the cold air hit her wet skin. However, she only managed one gulp of air before her sodden winter coat weighed her down again and dragged her under.
Oh no, no, no, no.
Alarm swelled inside her, heart slamming against her chest before something grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her out of the frozen lake. She spluttered out water as she found herself tossed on the shore, her entire body shivering whilst the teen gulped in greedy breaths of air. She’d only been in the water for less than ten seconds, but it felt like forever as adrenaline continued to course through her body.
‘You…. You sure know how to break the ice,’ Bill breathed from beside her. Mabel slowly raised her head to find him sat panting heavily beside her as he clutched a hand over his chest. He was a demon, so he didn’t get out of breath which meant his current reaction was the result of pure panic and stress.
Mabel swallowed, teeth chattering as she tried to speak. ‘Th-Thanks.’ For not letting her drown a terrifying watery death.
Bill glanced aside at her, still breathing erratically and she found herself frozen for an entirely different reason beneath that gaze of his once again.
His eyes swept over her for a second before he spoke. ‘Take your clothes off.’
‘Wha-!’ Her face flushed, some heat creeping back into her cheeks although the rest of her body remained like ice.
‘Your clothes are soaked, you need to get out of ‘em,’ he snapped, shooting her a fierce look. ‘Lose the oversized coat and get over here.’
He looked so commanding and she felt so cold that she didn’t question him. She shifted onto her knees and tried to unzip her winter coat but her hands were trembling so bad that she could barely get a hold. In the end Bill grunted and leaned forward towards her. She blinked at the proximity of their faces, though he didn’t seem to notice as his gaze remained rooted down as he grasped her zip. He yanked it down in one swift motion that made her squirm for some reason before he leaned away and allowed her to pull her arms out of the thing. It instantly dropped to the floor like a dead weight, and Mabel hugged herself as she now found herself in nothing but a sweater and jeans.
Bill leaned back, offering a hand. ‘Now here.’
Were they going to go back to the Shack? She reached out and accepted his hand, fingers lacing with his before he abruptly tugged her forward into his lap. She let out a small yelp of surprise, scrambling as she found herself on top of him.
‘Oh my god, will you quit squirming?’ he growled, and in the next moment Mabel found her back pressed against his chest as he wrapped his coat around her shivering frame. She hadn’t even realised he’d unzipped his own clothing. She blinked as she processed the fact she was sitting in Bill’s lap. Sitting in his lap whilst he hugged her.
Oh my.
‘W-What are you doing?’
‘Preventing you from turning into an ice cube,’ he drawled, his chin resting atop her head. ‘I think you’ll find as a demon I’m quite warm.’
That he was. Confined between his body and the inner fur lining of his coat, Mabel found she suddenly didn’t feel so cold with her personal demon-shaped hot water bottle. Or perhaps that was because her face and chest felt flushed from how much of Bill’s body was pressed against hers.
‘Oh good, your body’s already warming up.’
‘You can tell?’
‘Yup, I’m a demon. It’s why I’m good at picking out liars.’
Oh.
Part of her wanted to ask why they weren’t returning to the Shack, after all shouldn’t they be getting her indoors? But she rather liked their current position and wasn’t in a rush to disrupt it. Even if it did mean possibly getting a slight case of hypothermia.
He hummed. ‘By the way, Shooting Star?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Next time you confess, try not to run off immediately after.’
Mabel blinked at that. Next time? Was he saying he wanted there to be a next time? His grip on her tightened and she swore she could feel his own heart pounding away through his chest against her.
Rather than question it and ruin this moment she instead managed a small nod as she leaned against the demon and relished in their closeness. ‘Okay,’ she whispered, eyes fluttering closed. ‘I won’t.’
Unbeknownst to her, the demon smiled warmly.
After that, Mabel decided winter was her favourite season. No particular reason. Just cuz.
'I hired you off craigslist to be my date for a wedding’ AU
Ooo I like this prompt! Basically Mabel hiring Bill as her date to Dipcifica's wedding (or any other ship if you want!)
Fluff, crackfic, lighthearted, but also a tiny bit of angst at the end where Mabel and Bill have to part ways.
Feel free to ask questions! Your writing is fantastic but don't feel obligated to do this prompt!
This one got a bit long for a drabble lmao so have a one-shot posted to AO3:-
Title: Save-the-Date
Sypnosis: What's a girl to do when she has less than forty eight hours to find a date for her brothers wedding? Craigslist of course.
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Preview:
‘Aha!’ Finally grabbing her wallet, Mabel pulled out her licence and handed it towards him. ‘Here, if I scam you then you have my full name and address so you can just come find me for the rest.’
The blond stared down at the licence in his hands silently for a few moments before raising his head. ‘Do you hand out your private information to every stranger you meet on the internet?
