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Breaking Point

Part 2 (Ending)

(Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

There was a request of this but I accidentally deleted it, sorry! (ノ_<、) Good thing I read all of it to get the idea of what the Ending of Breaking Point. Read the first one before reading this! \(^ヮ^)/

Genre: Romance, Supernatural, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Angst, emotional vulnerability, mild suggestive themes, references to arguments and reconciliation

Summary: After a hurtful argument, Bill desperately tries to win you back with heartfelt gestures and small gifts, fearing he may lose the one person who makes him feel truly alive.

The days after your argument with Bill were heavy with silence, the kind that clung to every corner of your mind. You hadn’t known silence like this, one that seemed to settle in your chest like a weight, pressing with the weight of words left unsaid. Bill had been a constant in your life, one that brought color and chaos, the very spark that made each day feel anything but ordinary. Yet now, you sat with the silence, unsure if you could move past that sharp, hurtful exchange.

But Bill seemed determined. You began noticing little gestures, attempts that weren’t exactly subtle but spoke louder than any apology could. A plate of your favorite food appeared on your kitchen counter in the mornings, arranged meticulously, almost as if Bill had spent hours making sure each part was perfectly in place. And flowers—ones you hadn’t seen before, each with strange, vibrant petals, materialized in random places around your home. Each bloom had a meaning if you cared to look it up: apologies, love, regret, the longing for forgiveness. Each arrangement a carefully crafted message, like a silent plea echoing through every room.

Bill was giving you his version of a bouquet, every one carrying an unspoken promise, a small fragment of his soul offered to you. The first bouquet, a mix of dark crimson flowers, was tucked near your bedside one night. The petals glowed faintly in the dark, as if they’d been touched by some cosmic energy, radiating his remorse and affection. When you looked closer, a note attached simply read, “I messed up, but I’m here.”

Through all of this, Bill remembered. In the solitude of his own reflections, he drifted through every memory he held of you, from the day you two had met. He recalled the initial deal you’d made—a trivial favor, something he hadn’t thought much of then. Yet, somehow, it grew into something more. He hadn’t expected to enjoy your company, or the odd, inexplicable attachment he felt around you. He remembered all the highs and lows: the first time he’d made you laugh, the nights he’d let his guard down, telling you stories of worlds far beyond anything you could imagine. He was a being of chaos, but around you, he felt something… different, something that made him feel as if he could let his guard down without losing a part of himself.

But now, he feared losing you would mean losing that part entirely.

On your side, things were hardly less complicated. Every day without him brought memories, and with each passing hour, those memories seemed to grow clearer. Life before Bill was simpler, sure, but it was also colorless. Mundane. You could barely remember the moments before he came crashing into your life, turning every day into something unique, something that felt alive and buzzing with possibility. He was unpredictable, infuriating, and sometimes dangerous. Yet, in his chaotic way, he made you feel more alive than you’d ever thought possible.

Gradually, Bill’s gestures began to chip away at the walls you’d built around yourself. His attempts at reconciliation, the careful thought he put into each act, and the sheer vulnerability he showed softened your resolve. You couldn’t help but feel the love and sincerity behind every little thing he did, and despite yourself, you started to miss him. His playful chaos, his over-the-top laughter, even his sly little comments. Bill had somehow managed to weave himself into your life in a way that felt irreplaceable.

Days turned into weeks, and while he tried to return to his usual self, there was a tension around Bill, one that he couldn't seem to shake. He was spiraling, slowly unraveling under the weight of his fear—fear of being abandoned, left behind, and forgotten by the one person who made him feel human, in a way he never thought possible. His anxiety manifested in restless hovering around your door, leaving little gifts and food, then disappearing before you could spot him. He didn’t know what else he could do, but he knew he couldn’t lose you.

Then, one evening, as he lingered in the hallway near your closed door, feeling as if he were on the verge of breaking apart, he heard it: the soft creak of your door opening.

His gaze snapped up, finding you standing there, framed by the dim light spilling from your room. You looked at him, something gentle and understanding in your expression, the faintest hint of a smile pulling at your lips.

“Wanna… cuddle?” you asked, voice soft, the words hesitant but full of warmth.

For a split second, Bill’s entire form stilled, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, a sigh escaped him—a sound full of relief, gratitude, and something almost like joy. His single eye crinkled in what would have been a broad, relieved grin if he’d had a mouth. He was practically beaming, his eye glowing with a warmth you rarely saw.

“You’re kidding, right?” he said, his tone playful, but there was a softness beneath it, an edge of vulnerability. “I thought you’d never ask!”

He practically floated into the room, following you with something close to reverence, and when you lay down, he slipped beside you with a care and gentleness you hadn’t expected from him. For once, he was quiet, as if he didn’t want to ruin the moment. His arm, spectral but somehow solid, wrapped around you, pulling you close. The silence stretched out, but it was warm, comfortable, each of you breathing in sync with the other, letting the weight of the moment fill the space between you.

You felt the tension melt away, your heart finally letting go of the hurt that had lingered. Bill held you like you were the most important thing in his world, like he couldn’t quite believe he’d gotten a second chance. He didn’t speak, but his grip was firm, secure, as if he was afraid that if he let go, you’d vanish.

After a while, he finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “I thought I lost you,” he admitted, his tone uncharacteristically raw. “You have no idea… what that did to me.”

You shifted to look at him, placing a gentle hand over his. “I’m here, Bill. Just… don’t make me regret it, alright?”

He chuckled, the sound a little unsteady, and his eye softened as he nodded. “Scout’s honor. I’m sticking to this… whatever we are, for as long as you’ll have me.”

He nestled closer, his usual bravado replaced by something real, something vulnerable. You knew he was still Bill, still capable of causing chaos and wreaking havoc, but here, in this moment, he was yours. And for the first time since the argument, you felt at peace.

As the night wore on, you both drifted into a quiet contentment, letting the silence speak where words weren’t needed. Bill didn’t let go, not once, and you knew that in his own, chaotic way, he was saying what he could never fully put into words: that he loved you, that he was sorry, and that he would do anything to keep you by his side.

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Breaking Point

Part 2 (Ending)

(Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

There was a request of this but I accidentally deleted it, sorry! (ノ_<、) Good thing I read all of it to get the idea of what the Ending of Breaking Point. Read the first one before reading this! \(^ヮ^)/

Genre: Romance, Supernatural, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Angst, emotional vulnerability, mild suggestive themes, references to arguments and reconciliation

Summary: After a hurtful argument, Bill desperately tries to win you back with heartfelt gestures and small gifts, fearing he may lose the one person who makes him feel truly alive.

The days after your argument with Bill were heavy with silence, the kind that clung to every corner of your mind. You hadn’t known silence like this, one that seemed to settle in your chest like a weight, pressing with the weight of words left unsaid. Bill had been a constant in your life, one that brought color and chaos, the very spark that made each day feel anything but ordinary. Yet now, you sat with the silence, unsure if you could move past that sharp, hurtful exchange.

But Bill seemed determined. You began noticing little gestures, attempts that weren’t exactly subtle but spoke louder than any apology could. A plate of your favorite food appeared on your kitchen counter in the mornings, arranged meticulously, almost as if Bill had spent hours making sure each part was perfectly in place. And flowers—ones you hadn’t seen before, each with strange, vibrant petals, materialized in random places around your home. Each bloom had a meaning if you cared to look it up: apologies, love, regret, the longing for forgiveness. Each arrangement a carefully crafted message, like a silent plea echoing through every room.

Bill was giving you his version of a bouquet, every one carrying an unspoken promise, a small fragment of his soul offered to you. The first bouquet, a mix of dark crimson flowers, was tucked near your bedside one night. The petals glowed faintly in the dark, as if they’d been touched by some cosmic energy, radiating his remorse and affection. When you looked closer, a note attached simply read, “I messed up, but I’m here.”

Through all of this, Bill remembered. In the solitude of his own reflections, he drifted through every memory he held of you, from the day you two had met. He recalled the initial deal you’d made—a trivial favor, something he hadn’t thought much of then. Yet, somehow, it grew into something more. He hadn’t expected to enjoy your company, or the odd, inexplicable attachment he felt around you. He remembered all the highs and lows: the first time he’d made you laugh, the nights he’d let his guard down, telling you stories of worlds far beyond anything you could imagine. He was a being of chaos, but around you, he felt something… different, something that made him feel as if he could let his guard down without losing a part of himself.

But now, he feared losing you would mean losing that part entirely.

On your side, things were hardly less complicated. Every day without him brought memories, and with each passing hour, those memories seemed to grow clearer. Life before Bill was simpler, sure, but it was also colorless. Mundane. You could barely remember the moments before he came crashing into your life, turning every day into something unique, something that felt alive and buzzing with possibility. He was unpredictable, infuriating, and sometimes dangerous. Yet, in his chaotic way, he made you feel more alive than you’d ever thought possible.

Gradually, Bill’s gestures began to chip away at the walls you’d built around yourself. His attempts at reconciliation, the careful thought he put into each act, and the sheer vulnerability he showed softened your resolve. You couldn’t help but feel the love and sincerity behind every little thing he did, and despite yourself, you started to miss him. His playful chaos, his over-the-top laughter, even his sly little comments. Bill had somehow managed to weave himself into your life in a way that felt irreplaceable.

Days turned into weeks, and while he tried to return to his usual self, there was a tension around Bill, one that he couldn't seem to shake. He was spiraling, slowly unraveling under the weight of his fear—fear of being abandoned, left behind, and forgotten by the one person who made him feel human, in a way he never thought possible. His anxiety manifested in restless hovering around your door, leaving little gifts and food, then disappearing before you could spot him. He didn’t know what else he could do, but he knew he couldn’t lose you.

Then, one evening, as he lingered in the hallway near your closed door, feeling as if he were on the verge of breaking apart, he heard it: the soft creak of your door opening.

His gaze snapped up, finding you standing there, framed by the dim light spilling from your room. You looked at him, something gentle and understanding in your expression, the faintest hint of a smile pulling at your lips.

“Wanna… cuddle?” you asked, voice soft, the words hesitant but full of warmth.

For a split second, Bill’s entire form stilled, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, a sigh escaped him—a sound full of relief, gratitude, and something almost like joy. His single eye crinkled in what would have been a broad, relieved grin if he’d had a mouth. He was practically beaming, his eye glowing with a warmth you rarely saw.

“You’re kidding, right?” he said, his tone playful, but there was a softness beneath it, an edge of vulnerability. “I thought you’d never ask!”

He practically floated into the room, following you with something close to reverence, and when you lay down, he slipped beside you with a care and gentleness you hadn’t expected from him. For once, he was quiet, as if he didn’t want to ruin the moment. His arm, spectral but somehow solid, wrapped around you, pulling you close. The silence stretched out, but it was warm, comfortable, each of you breathing in sync with the other, letting the weight of the moment fill the space between you.

You felt the tension melt away, your heart finally letting go of the hurt that had lingered. Bill held you like you were the most important thing in his world, like he couldn’t quite believe he’d gotten a second chance. He didn’t speak, but his grip was firm, secure, as if he was afraid that if he let go, you’d vanish.

After a while, he finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “I thought I lost you,” he admitted, his tone uncharacteristically raw. “You have no idea… what that did to me.”

You shifted to look at him, placing a gentle hand over his. “I’m here, Bill. Just… don’t make me regret it, alright?”

He chuckled, the sound a little unsteady, and his eye softened as he nodded. “Scout’s honor. I’m sticking to this… whatever we are, for as long as you’ll have me.”

He nestled closer, his usual bravado replaced by something real, something vulnerable. You knew he was still Bill, still capable of causing chaos and wreaking havoc, but here, in this moment, he was yours. And for the first time since the argument, you felt at peace.

As the night wore on, you both drifted into a quiet contentment, letting the silence speak where words weren’t needed. Bill didn’t let go, not once, and you knew that in his own, chaotic way, he was saying what he could never fully put into words: that he loved you, that he was sorry, and that he would do anything to keep you by his side.

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Hello, I'm the anon who asked for reincarnation!reader, I wanted to say that I saw your post with a long request, and I decided to make corrections, because initially my request was long, but I decided to shorten it, because I thought that you would not do it, but seeing your post, I still decided to correct my request, otherwise my request does not change, except for a few things, hope you don't mind this

Bill x f!reader, in a previous life, reader was the same race as Bill, she was his romantic partner until he … well, you know, then Bill found out that reader is reincarnating, and Bill decided to look for her, and wait a trillion years for her to appear

Fast forward, reader is born into the Pines family, she is a young girl, reader is Dipper and Mabel's cousin, she decided to come to Gravity Falls for summer, because she loves taking pictures of nature and the stars, anyway, after Bill is called to Gravity Falls, he finds out that his parther has already reincarnated, now Bill obsessively haunts reader in her dreams, but so far he hasn't talked about their past, about reader, and reader doesn't know what creature is haunting her dreams now, but she feels a strange sense of familiarity, and a craving for him, also the reader doesn't know what he did to her cousins, so she gets closer to him

When Bill started Weirdmageddon, later he caught reader, he decides to return reader's memories of her second life, Bill for a trillion years imagined how they would reunite, and that they would be together again, but when reader remembers everything, she … rejects him, because he decided to destroy her world for the second time, and kill her family, reader is not angry that Bill destroyed their world, and their kind, she knows that this is not what he wanted, but she is angry that Bill turned into a monster, and now he wants to destroy her world and family again, but this time on purpose, reader gives Bill a chance to stop, and choose, her or chaos, but unfortunately, Bill is greedy, he wants her, and to create chaos, so Bill puts reader in a cage to deal with Pines, after that there is a battle, like in canon, except for reader's help in defeating Bill

Everything ends, Bill is defeated, but some kind of sediment remains, in general it's a bittersweet ending as reader still loves Bill despite all his atrocities but she tries to move on … Also thanks in advance if you write this

Eternal Echoes

(Bill Cipher x F!Reader)

Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Romance

Warnings: Mild manipulation, obsessive behavior, emotional turmoil, mentions of destruction and death.

Summary: Bill Cipher's long-lost lover reincarnates as a human, and he obsessively haunts her dreams to rekindle their past love. But when she remembers his destructive nature, she's forced to choose between her family and the chaotic being she once cherished.

The stars shimmered in the night sky over Gravity Falls, a sight that never failed to captivate you. The stillness of the forest, the cool breeze against your skin as you snapped another photograph, brought peace to your restless mind. You were here for a reason: nature, the stars, the beauty of the unknown. But there was something else—a pull deep within your soul, a feeling of familiarity you couldn't quite place. Something in the air had always felt off, but you had never understood why.

You were staying with your cousins, Dipper and Mabel, for the summer, escaping the mundanity of everyday life. As you explored the oddities of Gravity Falls, your camera in hand, you couldn't shake the sense of being watched. Not in a terrifying way, but in a way that sent shivers down your spine. A presence lingered in your dreams—vivid, otherworldly dreams where a strange golden light flickered and laughter echoed in your ears.

But none of that compared to the figure you saw in the shadows of your sleep. He never revealed himself fully, always on the edge of your awareness. His form was an enigma, but his voice... his voice was haunting. Smooth, playful, and oddly familiar. You didn't know why, but you craved his presence. It made no sense. You should have been scared, yet the sense of comfort he gave you was undeniable. As the summer progressed, you found yourself longing for his return each night, aching for answers you didn't know you needed.

Little did you know, your longing was not without reason.

Bill Cipher had waited eons for this moment.

A trillion years—a time so vast it was beyond mortal comprehension. A trillion years of searching the endless universes, all for you. His partner. His equal. His everything.

Before the fall of their kind, before the destruction of their dimension, there was you. You, who had always tempered his madness, who had been the spark to his flame, the balance to his chaos. Bill had been...different then, but when his mind fractured, when his hunger for chaos consumed him, you were lost in the wreckage. Destroyed along with everything else he had once loved.

But Bill wasn't a fool. He knew energy never truly died, and your essence—her essence—would find its way back into existence. You had to. So, he waited. Watched. Hunted.

And now, after countless lifetimes, here you were—reincarnated as a human girl, cousin to those pesky Pines twins. He had stumbled upon you during his plans for Weirdmageddon, a chaotic reunion he hadn’t expected so soon. He could have destroyed you then, taken you by force, but no. Bill Cipher was patient. You didn’t know who you were yet, but soon, you would.

The dreams were only the beginning. He haunted your subconscious, easing into your mind little by little, reigniting the spark between you that had once burned so brightly. He hadn’t yet revealed the truth, hadn’t yet told you of your past life as one of his kind—his partner in crime, in chaos, in love. That would come later. For now, he was content with toying with your mind, making you crave him, making you feel the connection that had spanned eons.

But patience had its limits, and Bill’s obsession with you only grew stronger.

You felt him again that night.

The dream began as it always did, with a golden shimmer flickering on the edges of your vision. This time, however, the figure stepped closer. You could feel the energy shift, and for the first time, the shadowy figure in your dreams was crystal clear. A single yellow eye stared at you, sharp and all-seeing. A triangular form floated above you, his presence towering yet familiar.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this, toots,” the voice purred, sending a wave of recognition through you.

“Who... who are you?” you asked, your voice echoing in the dreamscape, trembling with uncertainty yet laced with curiosity.

The figure chuckled darkly, his eye narrowing in amusement. “You’ll find out soon enough, sweetcheeks. You and I? We go way back.”

There it was again—that familiarity that tugged at your very soul. But you didn’t have time to process it before the dream ended, leaving you awake and gasping for breath, his voice still echoing in your ears.

Bill knew he couldn't delay any longer. As Weirdmageddon began, the chaos around Gravity Falls grew, and he finally made his move. In a calculated moment, he cornered you, capturing you in his chaotic storm. But instead of fear, your eyes reflected something else: trust. Trust that had been built unknowingly through all those dreams, all those moments you thought you were alone but weren't.

With a snap of his fingers, everything came rushing back to you—memories of a life long past. You saw yourself as you once were: one of Bill’s kind, a powerful entity, intertwined with him. You saw the world you once knew fall apart, your kind eradicated. And worst of all, you saw Bill—mad with power, craving destruction, leaving you behind in the ashes.

You blinked, reality crashing down around you. Bill stood before you, his eye filled with expectation, with yearning. His voice was calm, coaxing. “Now you remember, don’t you? We can be together again, just like before. Forget this world, forget the humans—none of it matters. It’s just you and me, kid. We’re unstoppable.”

For a moment, you wanted to believe him. The love you’d once shared still lingered, burning deep inside. But as you looked around at the chaos, at what he’d become, at what he was trying to do again—destroy the world you now called home���you couldn’t.

You stepped back, your heart breaking. “Bill, I remember... I remember everything. But I can’t do this. You’re... you’re not the same. You’ve become a monster.”

His eye widened in shock, his voice stuttering. “What? Me, a monster? Come on, dollface, it’s just a little fun! The world’s our playground!”

“No, Bill. You’re destroying everything—again! I can’t stand by and let you do this. Not to my family. Not to this world. You have to stop, or...” You hesitated, your voice trembling. “Or I’ll stop you.”

Bill’s form flickered, the weight of your rejection crashing down on him. His obsession warred with his greed. He wanted you, craved you, but chaos was his nature. He couldn't let go of either. "You’re giving me an ultimatum? Choose between you and chaos?" His laugh was bitter, but there was a vulnerability behind it, a desperation. “I can have both. I will have both!”

With a snap of his fingers, you were trapped in a cage of glowing energy, hovering helplessly as he turned to face the Pines family. His voice dropped low. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back after I finish this little game.”

When the final battle came, you fought. Despite your heartbreak, despite everything, you aided your family in stopping Bill. The battle raged on, but in the end, Bill Cipher was defeated.

As the dust settled, you stood on the edge of the chaos, your heart heavy. Despite everything he had done, despite the chaos, the destruction, the manipulation, you couldn’t help but still love him. But it was a bittersweet love now, one tainted by the reality of who he had become.

You turned away, trying to move on, knowing it would never truly leave you.

In the distance, you could almost hear the echo of his voice—soft, lingering, as if even in defeat, he was still with you.

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Celestial Bonds

Chapter 2: The Eternal Glow Gala

(Bill Cipher x OC)

Synopsis: Maeloraelis is flooded with prom invitations, but Bill insists on being her date. Together, they attend the event, where Bill is determined to make them prom royalty.

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Maeloraelis was no stranger to admiration. Throughout her time at Euclydia Academy, she had grown used to the attention her radiant form attracted. But while others might have sought such attention, Mae wasn’t one for the limelight. She preferred the quiet of her own space, the comfort of home, and the company of someone who understood her without the need for words—Bill.

The weeks leading up to the school’s annual Eternal Glow Gala, the academy’s version of a prom, were filled with excitement. Students were bustling around in anticipation, making arrangements for dates, gowns, and grand entrances. Mae, however, wasn’t caught up in the fervor. As much as she enjoyed being around others, the idea of attending the Gala with someone from her school didn’t excite her. She didn’t have any close friends at Euclydia—only acquaintances who admired her from a distance.

But that didn’t stop the suitors.

Every day, without fail, a new student would approach her, offering to be her date to the Gala. Some brought flowers, others fumbled over their words, and a few attempted grand gestures. It became a running joke between Mae and Bill. After all, to Bill, the whole idea of a Gala was absurd—a waste of time where students pretended that a single night of dancing and dresses could somehow matter in the grand scheme of the universe.

It was one of those quiet afternoons when the two of them were hanging out in Mae’s home. She shared the place with her parents, Noctopher and Solene. The house was cozy and filled with warmth, the kind of place Bill secretly enjoyed being in, even if he’d never admit it.

“Another one?” Bill grumbled, looking out the window with an annoyed twitch of his eye.

Mae blinked, confused, then heard it—the sound of a violin playing softly outside her home, accompanied by a voice singing. She sighed, setting down the book she was reading.

“What is it this time?” Bill asked, standing up and heading to the window with Mae following behind.

When they looked out, there stood another student from Euclydia Academy, standing under the setting sun, violin in hand, serenading Mae with a song. His eyes were closed, his expression dreamy, as if he was convinced that this grand romantic gesture would win her over.

Bill scowled. “Is this a thing? Does this happen a lot?” He turned to Mae, eyebrow raised, but the twitch in his eye betrayed the annoyance—and jealousy—bubbling beneath the surface.

Mae stifled a laugh. “It’s... their way of asking me to the Gala.”

“The what?” Bill narrowed his eye. He knew of the event but hadn’t paid it any real attention.

“The Eternal Glow Gala. You know, the school’s prom,” Mae explained, her tone casual, but the more she spoke, the more Bill’s irritation grew. “It’s kind of a big deal for students. A way to end the school year before we all move on to our next stages. It’s supposed to be fun, and I guess people think having a date makes it even better.”

“Fun?” Bill snorted. “You think this is fun? This is just—pathetic. He’s out there, embarrassing himself, Mae. And why? For some... dance?”

Mae’s gaze softened. She wasn’t amused by the situation anymore—she could see Bill’s frustration clearly now. “I don’t plan on going with anyone, Bill,” she said gently. “I’m not really close to anyone at school. They’re just acquaintances. It’s not like I have someone special to go with.”

There was a silence between them for a moment. Bill’s mind raced, the gears turning as he considered her words. Someone special? Why shouldn’t I be that someone? the thought crossed his mind before he could stop it. He never cared for these kinds of things. Dances, social gatherings—they were all meaningless in the grander scope of things. But Mae? She made him reconsider a lot of things he normally found beneath him.

He cleared his throat. “So... you’re saying anyone can be a plus-one, huh?”

Mae hesitated. “Technically, yes. But—”

Bill’s expression shifted, his usual mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Great. Then I’m your date.”

Mae blinked, stunned. “Wait... what?”

“You heard me,” Bill said, his grin widening. “If someone’s going to take you to this ridiculous event, it might as well be me.”

As the evening of the Gala arrived, the house was a whirlwind of activity. Scalene and Solene were practically glowing with excitement, fluttering about, making sure everything was perfect for the big night. Noctopher, Mae’s father, a protective figure by nature, hovered near the doorway, arms crossed as he glanced at the clock, making sure Bill didn’t try anything funny.

Bill, meanwhile, was standing in front of a mirror, fiddling with the tie that had been carefully fitted around his triangle form. His usual appearance—a golden triangle with an ever-present mischievous glint in his eye—had been given a slight makeover for the occasion. A sleek black tie hung from his ‘neck,’ and a polished top hat rested upon his triangular head. It was odd, to say the least, seeing him dressed up, but he pulled it off with a strange kind of charm.

“Billy, don’t fidget so much,” Scalene fussed as she adjusted the tie around her son, her eyes misty with pride. “You look so handsome. Just don’t do anything... reckless tonight, alright? Be a gentleman.”

Bill rolled his eye, though there was a faint blush forming. “I know, Ma.”

Solene, Mae’s mother, smiled warmly from the other side of the room. “Oh, they’re going to be the most stunning pair at the Gala. I just know it.”

Noctopher gave Bill a wary look. “Don’t mess this up, kid.”

Bill nodded stiffly, trying his best to ignore the overwhelming attention he was receiving. He wasn’t used to this—feeling flustered, uncertain, even... nervous. He glanced over at the door, wondering when Mae would finally come downstairs.

And then the door opened.

All eyes turned to the top of the staircase, and there she was—Mae, in all her radiant beauty. She wore a flowing dress, soft pink like her form, adorned with delicate gemstones that shimmered with every step she took. It was simple, elegant, and yet it captured the essence of Mae perfectly.

Scalene and Solene gasped, their eyes filling with tears. “Oh, Mae, you look absolutely stunning,” Solene whispered, clasping her hands together.

Noctopher gave a small nod of approval, though there was a glint of moisture in his eyes as well. “My little girl... all grown up.”

And Bill? He stood there, frozen, utterly awestruck. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say. He had seen Mae a thousand times before, but tonight, she looked... ethereal. It was as if the very stars themselves had come down to walk alongside her.

Mae approached him, her expression gentle as she looked him up and down. “You clean up nicely,” she teased, a playful smile on her face.

Bill stammered for a moment, struggling to find his voice. His father nudged him from behind, breaking his trance. “Uh... thanks. You... you look... wow.”

Mae laughed softly at his flustered response. “Thanks.”

Scalene beamed, rushing over to place a brooch in Bill’s breast pocket and a matching one on Mae’s wrist. “A little something from me,” she said, her voice full of emotion. “To remind you both of tonight.”

Bill, still dazed, gave his mother a soft nod. “Thanks, Ma.”

With their parents snapping pictures and offering their goodbyes, Bill and Mae stepped outside, ready for the night ahead. The Gala awaited them, but Bill already knew one thing for certain: tonight, they were going to be the stars of the show.

And by the end of it, there was no question in anyone’s mind—Bill Cipher and Maeloraelis were crowned Prom King and Queen of the Celestial Radiance Gala.

Bill wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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would like to see that alternative part 2 chapter :D

The Hunt

Alternative Ending of Part 2

(Human!Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

Fluff fluff fluff (っ˘ω˘ς )

Genre: Slow-burn Romance, Fantasy, Adventure

Warnings: Mild violence, themes of captivity, obsessive behavior, high-stakes situations, and tension.

Summary: As you long for freedom, Bill helps you escape, but when his Henchmaniacs catch up, he faces a tough choice: betray them or risk everything for you.

Bill Cipher was known for his games. The schemes, the tricks, the control—it was all part of his charm, part of what made him so untouchable. But when it came to you, everything he thought he knew started slipping out of his grasp. What started as a simple pursuit, an interest in the mysterious creature he had captured, turned into something he couldn’t explain.

At first, he tried to play it off, masking his interest behind his usual bravado and teasing. Whenever he visited you in that damned cage, he couldn’t resist goading you, poking fun at your silence. "C’mon, Y/N, what’s a selkie gotta do to speak around here?" He'd laugh, hands on his hips, waiting for any reaction. But when you finally did speak—softly, hesitantly—Bill froze. Your voice stirred something in him, something he didn’t know how to handle. It wasn’t the tone of your voice or the words you used, but the feeling behind it.

That was when things started changing.

Now, every time he came to see you, it wasn’t just about the game anymore. He found himself lingering near your cage a little too long, his eyes tracing your form through the bars, waiting for you to speak again. Every word you offered felt like a prize, something rare and precious. And though he tried to brush it off with his usual charm, he couldn’t ignore the way his chest tightened every time you looked at him. He told himself it was just a passing infatuation, nothing more. He was Bill Cipher, after all. There was no room in his life for this kind of thing.

But it was more than that. Much more.

There was something about you that made him feel different—vulnerable, even. And that was dangerous. He’d never been vulnerable before. It was a terrifying and exhilarating feeling all at once. For someone like Bill, who thrived on control, losing it, even just a little, was a deeply unsettling experience. He started thinking about you outside of those brief encounters. Late at night, when the Henchmaniacs were rowdy around the fire, he’d find himself staring into the flames, wondering what you were thinking, what you dreamed about, and what it would feel like to touch you, to hold you.

But he couldn’t let anyone know. It wasn’t just because of his pride—there was something more at stake. In a world where humans and monsters weren’t supposed to coexist, where being with you would be seen as the ultimate betrayal, Bill knew he had to keep his feelings locked away. So, he put on a mask. Around the Henchmaniacs, he was the same old Bill—snarky, dismissive, and cold. He kept his distance, making sure that no one suspected a thing. But whenever he was alone with you, he’d let that mask slip, even if just for a moment.

You noticed it, too. The way Bill’s sharp edges softened when it was just the two of you. The way his hands, usually so confident and quick, would hover hesitantly when he reached for you, as if afraid of crossing a line he couldn’t come back from. It confused you. You couldn’t understand why he acted so differently when no one else was around, but part of you started to appreciate those small moments of vulnerability.

One evening, while you sat together in the dimly lit room, you finally opened up about your longing for freedom. You hesitated at first, unsure of how much to reveal. “I just… I want to be free again,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "No cage. No eyes watching me all the time."

Bill’s heart clenched. He knew that feeling all too well. The feeling of being trapped, unable to break free from the expectations and judgments of those around you. He leaned closer, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it before. “I get it, Y/N. More than you know.” His golden eyes gleamed in the faint light, a strange mix of determination and sorrow swirling within them. "But we’ve gotta be smart about this. I can’t just let you go… not with them watching."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. There was something in the way he looked at you, something deeper than the usual playful glint in his eyes. And for the first time, you wondered if there was more to Bill’s feelings than just a casual flirtation. But despite your growing suspicion, part of you wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that he had a plan to get you out of this mess.

That night, Bill couldn’t sleep. As he stared up at the ceiling of his tent, all he could think about was you. Your voice echoed in his mind, the way you spoke of freedom with such quiet desperation. He couldn’t let you go, not now, not when things had become so complicated. But he couldn’t keep you here either, not like this. It was tearing him apart, the way his feelings were pulling him in opposite directions. And for the first time in his life, Bill felt truly afraid—not for himself, but for you.

The next night, Bill made his move. While the Henchmaniacs were busy around the campfire, he slipped away, heading straight for your cage. His heart raced as he unlocked the door, his fingers trembling slightly. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice low but urgent. "We’re getting out of here. Now."

You stared at him, your heart pounding. There was something different in his expression tonight—something almost frantic. But despite the warning bells going off in your head, you followed him, unable to resist the promise of freedom.

The two of you moved quickly through the woods, the moonlight casting long shadows over the trees. Bill’s hand never left yours, his grip tight and unyielding, as if he feared you might slip away if he let go. His mind was racing with plans, backup plans, and a gnawing worry that his feelings might ruin everything. He couldn’t afford to lose you—not now, not ever.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan until the unmistakable sound of voices rang out behind you. The Henchmaniacs had noticed you were gone, and they were coming after you.

“Bill! Where do you think you’re going with that selkie?” one of the hunters called out.

Bill cursed under his breath. He pulled you faster through the woods, his mind scrambling for an escape. The weight of the situation, the threat of losing you forever, settled heavily on his chest.

Finally, the two of you reached the edge of a cliff. Below, the ocean roared, the waves crashing violently against the rocks. There was nowhere else to go.

Bill stood in front of you protectively, his body tense as the hunters approached. His heart hammered in his chest as the leader of the group stepped forward, his grin predatory.

“Hand over the selkie, Bill, and we’ll forget this ever happened. Or you both die here.”

For a moment, Bill’s mind went blank. His friends—the people he’d known for years—were now the ones standing between him and the person he cared about most. He was torn. He couldn’t betray them, but he also couldn’t give you up. The weight of the choice crushed him.

Then, he looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours. Something flickered in his gaze, a spark of determination that hadn’t been there before. He had already made his choice.

Leaning close, Bill whispered, "Trust me, Y/N. Whatever happens, just trust me."

Before you could respond, he grabbed you and leaped off the cliff, holding you tightly in his arms. The wind whipped around you as you plummeted toward the sea, and in that moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, together in this moment of reckless, desperate escape.

As the ocean rushed up to meet you, you transformed, softening the fall for Bill. But before your transformation was complete, Bill kissed you—a kiss full of promises, of everything unspoken between you. A kiss that told you he would never let you go, no matter the cost.

The two of you disappeared beneath the waves, leaving the hunters behind, their shouts lost in the roar of the ocean.

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Journal Log: Maeloraelis

Wanted to join those self made journal logs of Stanford Pines. I planned to make another one but then I got lazy (ノ_<、)

Anyways, alternative Part 2 of 'The Hunt' is almost done! I'm also planning to make Maeloraelis’s character sheet. Anything you need to know about her will be there! From her likes, dislikes, powers, etc.

Thank you guys again for the love and support! Keep those requests coming because I love reading all of your guys' ideas!

(´ ω `♡)

[nephalem-da]

was just stalking ur page and omg human bill and the whole monster trope u wrote?? pls consider p2 im so invested.. would love to see it!! <33

The Hunt

Part 2

(Human!Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

Option 1 won ∑d(°∀°d)

Genre: Dark Romance, Thriller, Psychological Drama

Warnings: Obsession, Manipulation, Captivity, Emotional Distress, Non-consensual behavior, Power imbalance, Dark themes, Possessiveness

Summary: What was once a subtle connection between them has spiraled into a twisted game of control and survival.

The wind howled through the forest, the scent of salt from the distant ocean mixing with the earthy tones of the wild. Every rustle of the leaves and every snap of a twig felt like a reminder of the night you had been caught. Bill’s relentless pursuit of you had ended with your capture—an elegant and cruel trap woven by the man who was more cunning than any hunter you had ever encountered.

At first, you had expected cruelty. Bill was no stranger to games of control, his pursuit of you almost predatory, and his reputation painted him as nothing more than a monster draped in a human guise. Yet, after the initial chase, there had been something… different.

The first few days after your capture had been filled with tension, the cage separating you from Bill acting as a constant reminder of your situation. You had tried to resist him—pulling away from his attempts at conversation, glaring whenever he dared to flirt with you. But Bill didn’t seem to mind your resistance. In fact, he almost seemed to enjoy it.

"Come on, don’t be like that, sweetheart," he had teased, leaning against the bars of the cage that held you. "I caught you fair and square, didn’t I? The least you could do is talk to me."

You had refused, staring at him with silent defiance. But Bill never faltered. He kept talking, kept flirting, like this was all some game to him.

What you didn’t expect was how the silence started to wear on you. How, despite yourself, you found his words oddly comforting. It wasn’t love—at least not then—but there was a strange dynamic forming between you two. Something deeper than prey and predator.

It had been a few weeks since he caught you, and something had changed. The flirtatious comments from Bill had started feeling less like a taunt and more like genuine attention. His smiles weren’t just the sharp, amused ones you had seen in the beginning—there were softer moments, times when he looked at you as though you weren’t just a trophy, but something more.

You began speaking to him, at first short, clipped responses, but slowly more. You were cautious, keeping your walls up, but there was a strange pull you couldn’t deny. His eyes would light up when you spoke, his voice taking on a different tone whenever you gave in to the conversation. Bill Cipher, the ever-cocky hunter, seemed almost… vulnerable when you opened up.

And it was during one of these late-night conversations, the moonlight spilling through the trees, that he made his move.

“You know,” Bill said, leaning against the door of the cage with that familiar glint in his eyes, “I could let you out of there. Let you stretch your legs a bit.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Out there, where you have all your lackeys watching?”

Bill smirked, unlocking the cage door with a flick of his wrist. “Nah, not out there. My place. Just us. What do you say?”

The hesitation lingered, but a part of you wanted the freedom—no matter how limited it was. Against your better judgment, you stepped out, and Bill led you through the dark forest to his mansion-like tent set up further into the woods. Despite the luxuries inside, the locked doors reminded you of your situation.

Bill gave you space but stayed close, watching you like a hawk. He acted casual, pretending it was nothing, but the way his gaze followed your every movement told a different story. It wasn’t just attraction anymore—it was something far more dangerous.

At first, things felt… manageable. You could almost believe that the mutual flirting, the teasing, was harmless. That maybe this strange connection between you two wasn’t so bad. Maybe Bill could be reasoned with, maybe he wasn’t as twisted as you first thought. But then the possessiveness started to seep in.

It began with small things. Bill getting frustrated when you didn’t answer his questions right away, his moods swinging violently whenever you showed any sign of rebellion. The way his eyes darkened when you spoke about your past, your freedom, your desire to return to the ocean.

“What’s the rush?” he’d ask, his tone playful but laced with something darker. “You’ve got everything you need here. I’m not so bad, am I?”

You’d laugh it off, trying to keep things light. But you could see the way his smile never quite reached his eyes anymore. The way his gaze lingered a little too long, the way his words became sharper whenever you mentioned leaving.

There was a night when you realized just how far things had spiraled. Bill had brought you back to his tent after another casual day of conversation, but the mood had shifted. His usually playful teasing had an edge to it, a possessive undercurrent that made your skin crawl. When you had tried to walk away, to find some space, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

You had frozen, eyes wide as you met his gaze. There was something unhinged in his expression, something that made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with attraction.

“I-I just need some air,” you stammered, pulling your arm free.

Bill didn’t let go immediately, his grip tightening for just a moment before he released you. His smile returned, but it was strained, forced.

“Don’t go too far, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want you to get lost, would we?”

That was when you knew you had made a mistake. You had let your guard down, let him in too close, and now you were paying the price.

It happened quickly after that. One night, something snapped. Maybe it was the way you had distanced yourself, maybe it was the fact that you had finally tried to leave for real. Whatever it was, Bill had caught on, and his response had been immediate.

You had bolted from the mansion, running through the dark woods, your heart pounding in your chest. The ocean was close, so close you could almost taste the salt in the air. But Bill was faster, his footsteps pounding behind you, his voice cutting through the night like a blade.

“You can’t run from me!” he called, his voice wild with frustration and something far more dangerous. “You think you can just leave? After everything?”

You pushed yourself harder, your legs burning as you sprinted toward the cliffs. The sea roared beneath you, the waves crashing against the rocks far below. If you could just make it to the water, if you could just dive in, you’d be safe.

But Bill was relentless.

The wind whipped against your face, the ocean stretching out below, an endless expanse of freedom just out of reach. You stood frozen at the edge of the cliff, your heart pounding in your chest as the salty air filled your lungs. The drop was dizzying, but that didn’t scare you as much as the sound of Bill’s footsteps slowly approaching from behind.

He had never looked this dangerous. The playful teasing, the sly grins, the cocky demeanor—all of it was gone now, replaced by something far more menacing. His blue eyes gleamed in the moonlight, the tension in his expression sharp as a blade.

“There’s nowhere to run, sweetheart,” Bill called out softly, his voice almost gentle despite the manic undertone. “You’ve had your fun, but it’s over. You’re not getting away from me.”

Your legs trembled as you glanced down at the ocean again, the waves crashing against the rocks far below. One leap and you could be free. Free from Bill, free from his possessive gaze, free from this twisted game of cat and mouse. But would you survive the fall?

“Don’t do it,” Bill’s voice interrupted your thoughts, softer now, as if he could read your mind. “You won’t make it. You know that, right?”

You could feel his presence closing in, his footsteps slow but steady, as though he knew you were already cornered. Desperation clawed at your chest. Maybe if you could dive into the water, you could escape his grasp, but your selkie form felt so distant, so unreachable in your panic.

"Why...why are you doing this?" you whispered, your voice hoarse as you turned to face him, your back to the precipice. Bill’s expression softened for a moment—just for a moment—but the darkness in his gaze lingered.

"Why? Because I want you. Because I need you." His lips curled into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you."

Your breath hitched. This wasn’t the Bill you had seen glimpses of in those quiet moments. This wasn’t the man who had admired your voice, who had teased you with soft smiles and witty banter. This was someone else—someone dangerous.

"You don’t have to do this," you tried, your voice trembling. "You can let me go. You—"

Bill’s laughter cut you off, sharp and cold. "Let you go?" he echoed, stepping closer until he was only a few feet away. "Sweetheart, you don’t understand. I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever."

Before you could react, Bill lunged forward, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist with surprising force. You gasped, your body instinctively pulling back, but the cliff was right behind you. There was nowhere to go. His grip was like iron, and as you struggled, the realization hit you: he wasn’t playing anymore.

"Don’t fight it," Bill murmured, pulling you close, his breath hot against your skin. "You’ve already lost, and you know it."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The man who had once been your flirtatious captor now held you with a possessive intensity that sent chills down your spine. This wasn’t love. This was something far darker.

"Let me go," you whispered, barely audible.

Bill’s grip tightened, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. "No," he whispered back, his voice cold. "You’re mine."

And then, without warning, he yanked you forward, pulling you away from the cliff’s edge and back into his arms. You stumbled, your body crashing into his chest, and before you could even register what had happened, Bill’s arms wrapped around you like a vice, holding you in place.

"See?" he murmured into your ear, his voice dripping with triumph. "Much better."

You struggled in his hold, your heart racing as panic set in. But Bill’s grip was unrelenting, his body pressed against yours as he held you close, his breath hot against your neck.

"You don’t need to run," he whispered, his tone softening slightly. "You’re safe with me. I’ll take care of you."

Safe? The word rang hollow in your ears. This wasn’t safety. This was control. You could feel it in the way his hands clung to you, the way his voice wavered between possessiveness and something darker. You had let your guard down, and now you were trapped.

"I... I trusted you," you whispered, your voice shaking with fear and anger.

Bill’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "And that’s where you made your mistake, darling."

The walk back to his camp felt like a blur. Bill never loosened his grip on you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you through the forest. Every step felt like a chain tightening around your freedom, pulling you deeper into his world, into his grasp. You thought about escaping again, but Bill seemed to sense every thought before you acted on it. His possessive gaze never left you, even as he led you into the safety of his tent.

Once inside, he locked the door behind you with a simple flick of his fingers, sealing your fate. There was no way out now. You were his prisoner once more.

He led you to a chair and forced you to sit, his hands resting on your shoulders as he stood behind you, watching you with that same unsettling intensity. “Relax,” he cooed, his fingers brushing against your skin. “You’ll get used to it. You’ll see. You won’t need anything—or anyone—else.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at the locked door, the reality of your situation sinking in.

Bill wasn’t going to let you go.

And he had no intention of giving you back your freedom.

Ya guys want an alternative part 2? This time it's fluff and I already made a rough draft of it!!

[nephalem-da]

Some of ya'll really liked the The Hunt, featuring Human!Hunter!Bill Cipher and Monster(Selkie)!Reader. I already had the story written out, but except the ending! I want ya'll to decide what will your(Reader's) fate be!

Bill will be a Lil Yandere in this. This is after another chase, and you are cornered with a difficult decision to make.

Option 1:

△ Bill successfully captures the reader, but instead of forcing them into submission, he offers a twisted choice: stay with him willingly or face dire consequences. The idea here is that Bill's obsession with the reader has grown beyond the simple thrill of the hunt, and now he wants more—perhaps control, companionship, or something else.

Option 2:

△ The reader manages to escape Bill’s clutches and returns to the sea or their selkie nature. However, right before they are fully free, Bill lets them go—not because he’s giving up, but because he’s confident they won’t be free for long. This ending creates a feeling of temporary relief for the reader, but it’s clear that the threat isn’t over.

Option 3:

△ In this option, the reader seemingly surrenders to Bill’s obsession, agreeing to stay with him. However, this surrender is strategic—they’re only giving in to buy time, planning their next move in order to escape or reverse the power dynamic in the future. This creates a scenario where the reader appears to be under Bill’s control, but internally they are plotting.

Sorry for those people that want more of a fluff fic

(｡•́︿•̀｡) I just wanted to show more of how the Canon Bill would act with a manipulative and psychopathic personality. But I promise I'll make an alternative ending for those that want it!

[nephalem-da]

Hiiii the request you wrote (sarcastically yours) was so cute and I really loved the gender neutral non description of the reader like somebody else pointed out in the comments too.

I have another idea/request if you happen to be up for it.

Bill x gn!reader who is touch starved and had a terrible week. When Bill pops up to cause trouble they just snag him from mid air and trap him a hug as they lay down to cuddle him if he wanted to or not.

Over all mood can be kind of reader being tired and not taking shit or giving any fucks while he quirms in their hold, complaining and threatening them dramatically because how dare they just cuddle him? And why does he feel strangely cozy?

Anyway, thanks again for bringing the first request to life <3

Have a lovely day!!!

Caught In A Hug

(Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

Enjoy!

Genre: Humor, Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warning: Emotional exhaustion, Bill's chaotic behavior (mentions of bugs, fire, etc.), Light angst, fluffy ending.

Summary: After a rough week, you're too tired to deal with Bill Cipher's antics. When he appears, you pull him into an unexpected cuddle, ignoring his dramatic protests.

After an exhausting week, all you wanted was some peace, but of course, Bill Cipher had other plans. The chaotic dream demon had been popping in unannounced, causing trouble like always. But tonight, you were done. When he appeared mid-air, ready to start his usual antics, you didn’t hesitate. Reaching up, you snagged him from the air, pulling him into a firm embrace as you collapsed onto the couch.

“What the—HEY! What do you think you’re doing?” Bill’s voice was loud, his single eye widening in surprise as he flailed in your arms. “Let go of me, fleshbag! I’m the all-powerful Bill Cipher! You think you can just—HEY!”

You ignored his dramatic outburst, too tired to care about the dream demon's protests. Your arms tightened around his floating form as you sighed, settling deeper into the cushions. “Not today, Bill. I’ve had a really crappy week, and I just need this. You can complain all you want, but you’re not going anywhere.”

His yellow, triangular body squirmed against you, and his eye darted around, probably plotting some chaotic retaliation. “Oh, you’re gonna regret this! I’ll make bugs crawl out of your cereal! I’ll—ACK! Hey, are you even listening?!”

“Nope,” you muttered, eyes already half-closed as you buried your face into his smooth form, not bothering to think about how weird it was to be cuddling a literal demon triangle. “You’re warm. Kinda cozy too.”

Bill sputtered. “Cozy? ME? You’ve got some nerve! I’m a nightmare, a terror, an all-knowing force of the universe! And you—you—let go right now, or I’ll—” His threats trailed off as you shifted slightly, adjusting your grip to pull him closer.

He wriggled, floating slightly above you but still locked tight in your hug. “You really have no idea who you’re messing with, do ya? This is gonna end badly for you, I swear—Hey, stop nuzzling me! What’s wrong with you?!”

“Bill,” you grumbled, barely opening your eyes. “I’m too tired for your drama. Just… be quiet for a bit. I’m not letting go.”

There was a pause. You felt him stiffen, probably trying to figure out how to react to the situation. You couldn’t tell if he was more annoyed, confused, or horrified that you dared to trap him in such a mundane, human gesture.

“This is so beneath me,” he grumbled under his breath, though his voice had lost some of its earlier venom. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today. Normally, I’d make you regret this for eternity.”

You snorted softly, tightening your hold slightly. “Sure, Bill. Whatever you say.”

The room was quiet for a while after that. You could still feel Bill’s occasional squirm as if he couldn’t decide whether to break free or not. His eye darted around, and you could tell he was struggling with the situation—partly because it was so mundane, and partly because… well, he wasn’t used to this. Who would hug a literal chaotic being?

Bill’s grumbling gradually faded into silence, and you felt him settle in your arms. Despite his earlier protests, he wasn’t putting in much effort to escape anymore. It was almost as if he was… relaxing?

You could feel his energy pulsing slightly against you, warm and oddly comforting. It was bizarre, really—cuddling Bill Cipher of all beings. But right now, with how drained you felt from the week, it was exactly what you needed.

A while passed before Bill spoke again, his tone a little quieter and far less aggressive than before. “This doesn’t mean anything, got it? Don’t go thinking I’ve gone soft or anything.”

“Mmhm,” you mumbled, too close to sleep to argue. “Sure.”

“And I’m only letting this happen because you’re clearly too weak to handle my usual brilliance,” he continued, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as you. “But just wait. I’ll make you regret it. I’ll turn all your furniture upside down, make your mirrors talk back—maybe even—”

You interrupted him by shifting slightly, pulling him even closer. Bill went silent, his body tense in your arms again as if he wasn’t sure how to react. After a few beats, he let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “You’re impossible.”

Despite his words, Bill didn’t move. In fact, he moved a bit closer, his usual chaotic energy now strangely subdued. For someone who thrived on chaos and destruction, being held like this clearly wasn’t something he understood—or was used to. And yet, he didn’t pull away.

The longer the silence stretched, the more you noticed a subtle shift in Bill’s attitude. His squirming had stopped, and while he still made the occasional sarcastic comment, his usual snark had softened into something more… tentative.

“Alright, fine,” he muttered at last. “But don’t think this is a regular thing. This is a one-time deal, got it? You try this again, and I’ll—”

“Mmhm,” you repeated, your voice sleepy. “Whatever you say, Bill.”

Bill grumbled something unintelligible, but his protests were far less forceful now. His body felt warm and secure in your arms, and despite all his complaints, he hadn’t made any real effort to escape.

As your breathing slowed, you couldn’t help but notice a strange, unfamiliar comfort in his presence. Bill Cipher, the all-powerful, terrifying demon, was somehow… calming? Cozy, even.

And though he’d never admit it, you had a feeling he didn’t hate this as much as he was pretending to.

“You’re still going to regret this,” he muttered, though his voice was softer now, almost tired.

“Sure, Bill,” you whispered, finally drifting off to sleep, still holding him close. “Whatever you say.”

And for once, Bill Cipher didn’t argue back.

[nephalem-da]

Celestial Bonds AU

Chapter 1: Strength Behind Silence

(Bill Cipher x OC)

Synopsis: Bill and Mae, once inseparable childhood friends, now face the complexities of growing up. When an admirer pushes Mae too far, her hidden strength emerges, leaving Bill both protective and in awe of his best friend.

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Bill and Mae had always been inseparable. Ever since they were children, their bond had been something special. It wasn’t just that they were both different—though that certainly played a part—it was that they understood each other in a way no one else could. They were misfits, rejected by most of the others in their world for reasons they couldn't control. Mae was shy, her solitary eye often the source of ridicule, while Bill's odd nature, his sharp mind, and eccentric behavior alienated him from those who couldn't grasp his brilliance.

From the very beginning, they had formed an unspoken pact. It was them against the world, and nothing would change that. Together, they wandered through their strange dimension, exploring the ever-shifting landscapes, playing games that only they could understand. Bill always made sure to take Mae’s mind off the teasing she endured, and Mae, in turn, was the quiet presence that grounded Bill when his sharp edges threatened to go too far.

On quieter days, when the endless chaos of their world seemed to slow for a brief moment, they’d sit together, staring up at the infinite sky above them, watching the stars twinkle in their mysterious constellations. Mae’s fascination with the stars was contagious, and Bill would often find himself drawn into her quiet wonder, the two of them pointing out patterns in the night sky.

Mae had always been gentle, quiet, and Bill—despite his chaotic nature—found a strange comfort in her softness. She was his opposite in so many ways, and yet they fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle no one else could see.

His parents had teased him endlessly about it.

“Oh, Bill,” his mother would say, her voice full of playful amusement. “You spend so much time with Mae! You know what that means, don’t you? You two are going to end up together someday. Always sneaking off with her, disappearing for hours… Maybe you’ve already planned a wedding, hmm?”

Bill would flush a deep shade of pink, his soft form glowing with embarrassment. “Wh—what? No! We’re just friends!” he’d stammer, crossing his arms over his body in a defensive gesture. “Mae’s just my… my best friend! Nothing else!”

His parents would just laugh, shaking their heads knowingly. They’d seen the way he looked at Mae, the way he always gravitated toward her. But Bill was too stubborn to admit it. He was a kid. Liking someone that way was gross. They were just friends.

Except, as the years passed, something began to change.

Mae wasn’t that shy little girl anymore, and Bill couldn’t help but notice. She had grown into a graceful young woman, still soft-spoken and reserved, but there was a quiet strength to her now, something that drew the attention of the others. Her single eye, once a source of mockery, was now something unique and striking, and Bill hated the way some of the boys had started to take notice of her.

He hated how they would approach her, all smiles and charm, as if they hadn’t spent their childhoods mocking her for being different. And he hated how they tried to win her over, offering her trinkets and sweet words as if that would make her forget everything.

But what he hated most of all was the thought that one of them might succeed.

More than once, Bill had found himself stepping in when some arrogant fool tried to get too close to Mae. He’d stand between her and whatever idiot was trying to charm her, his voice sharp and biting. “Mae doesn’t need any of you,” he’d say, his tone laced with irritation. “She has me.”

Most of the boys would roll their eyes, dismissing him as overprotective or jealous. Some even found it amusing, especially when Bill’s usual cocky demeanor seemed to falter around her. But Bill didn’t care what they thought. Mae wasn’t interested in them, and they didn’t know her the way he did.

Except one boy, more persistent than the rest, had decided that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

His name wasn’t important—Bill couldn’t be bothered to remember it. He was just another faceless nobody, another fool who thought he could win Mae over with his smug smile and empty words. But this time, he had pushed too far.

Bill had been away, running an errand in the outer reaches of their dimension, and when he returned, he found Mae cornered in the town square, the boy leaning in far too close for comfort. His voice was smooth and confident, the kind of tone that sent a surge of anger through Bill’s core.

"Come on, Mae," the boy was saying, stepping forward as Mae instinctively stepped back. "You’re way too good to be hanging around Cipher. You deserve better—someone normal. Someone like me.”

Mae’s single eye narrowed, her body tense with discomfort, but she remained quiet. She had always been too polite, too reserved to speak up, and the boy took that as encouragement. He moved closer, reaching out to grab her arm as if he had already decided that she belonged to him.

Bill could feel the fury bubbling up inside him as he watched the scene unfold. He was too far away to intervene immediately, but his mind was already racing with a million ways to make this arrogant fool regret ever laying a hand on Mae.

The boy’s grip tightened on Mae’s arm, his voice turning patronizing. "You don’t have to keep pretending to like Bill, you know. You’ll be so much better off with me. People will actually respect you. You won’t have to be an outcast anymore, always hanging around with a freak like him."

That was it. The final straw.

But just as Bill prepared to charge in, something unexpected happened.

Mae yanked her arm free, her eye blazing with an intensity that Bill hadn’t seen in years. She straightened, her voice sharp and steady in a way that took the boy by surprise. “I said no,” she snapped, taking a step back. “I don’t want you, and I don’t need you. So leave me alone.”

The boy blinked, clearly thrown off by her sudden assertiveness. But he recovered quickly, a sneer wrinkled on his eyelids. "Oh, really? You think people are going to believe that the quiet, sweet little Mae would ever stand up to someone like me? They’ll think you’ve gone crazy."

Mae’s expression shifted, and a small, dangerous squint of her eye—equal to a smile—spread across her face. Her voice dropped, becoming soft and sweet, but there was an edge to it that sent a chill down the boy’s spine. "Oh, no one will believe you," she said softly. "After all, I’ve always been the shy one, right? The quiet girl who never speaks up, never causes trouble. Who would believe you over me?”

The boy’s confidence wavered, his eyes darting around as if suddenly realizing that he was alone in this fight. With a final, frustrated huff, he turned on his heel and stormed off, muttering curses under his breath as he disappeared into the crowd.

Mae let out a long breath, her shoulders sagging in relief. The adrenaline from the confrontation began to wear off, and she glanced around, hoping no one had seen the altercation. That’s when she realized Bill was standing right behind her.

She jumped, her single eye widening in surprise as she spun to face him. “Bill! I didn’t see you there.”

Bill’s smirk returned, though it was softer this time, his usual cockiness tempered by the admiration he felt. "Well, well," he drawled, crossing his arms over his triangular form. "Didn’t know you had that in you, Mae. That was… impressive."

Mae flushed, her usual shyness creeping back in as she fidgeted nervously. "I didn’t mean to… it just… happened."

Bill stepped closer, his sharp gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart race. “That guy had it coming,” he said quietly, his tone far more serious than usual. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Mae. You did great.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of the encounter still hanging in the air between them. Mae’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to process everything that had just happened.

She’d stood up for herself. She’d never done that before—not like this. And Bill… Bill had seen the whole thing. She wasn’t sure whether to feel proud or embarrassed.

Before she could decide, Bill broke the silence, his voice teasing once more. “You definitely scared him off. I think he’ll think twice before messing with you again.”

Mae smiled, feeling the tension in her body begin to melt away. “Thanks, Bill. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Bill’s edges softened, a faint blush appearing on his triangular body as he gave her a lopsided grin. “You’ll never have to find out.”

And as they walked side by side, the bond between them stronger than ever, Bill couldn’t help but wonder just how much longer he could deny the feelings that had been growing inside him for years.

Ya guys really want a part 2 of The Hunt, huh? I guess I'll do it, especially when you guys are spoiling me with the love and support! (o´∀`o)

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HELLOOOOOOOOOO

I COME WITH A REQUEST.

Can you please write an Bill Cipher x GN! reader, where reader is just insanely tired of his antics and his behaviour and just lashes out at him? (love me some angst, especially for triangle..)

Like, they come home and he's just trashed their house or messes with personal/memorable stuff or brings weird objects in the house to torture them? (maybe he makes bugs randomly appear in rooms for no good reason or he sets the kitchen table on fire and makes all the water disappear) and they are just fed up.

So they come home one day and there he is again, as usual. And obviously, it's Bill Cipher (their partner), so he's going to act like it's completely normal or even appropriate so he just doesn't care about anything, but on this day they've had enough. So they start yelling and screaming out of frustration, yelling at him at how 'annoying' and 'horrific' he is and how 'he only has an existence in being an asshole' and just making comments about how tired they are of him..

And he just sits back, shocked. He's not really one to care or even be shocked at something, (especially something along these lines) so to see them just cry out of frustration and get so angry because of him? Oh he'd fucking freak out. Like, he's just gone pale, blank, he's silent while they're just pouring their soul out the open wound where their heart should've rested.

After all the screaming/yelling/crying, they throw their things to the floor (maybe some glasses for more angsty stuff, hehe) they storm to their room and lock their door, and Bill's just... motionless. He takes a moment to think over how he's acted and how they've been visibly more angry/depressed over the past couple weeks (especially around him) and he just breaks down.

Cue to him, crying (I don't even know if he can, please forgive me, but I need to make him sob) and he's frantically banging at the door and crying while mumbling something that sounds like apologies(??) and trying to get in.

After a few minutes of their silence from the other side, he just teleports into their room and tries to reconcile with them but after a few nudges and pleads, they stand up and scream at him, tears running down their face as they talk about how badly he's been treating them and so on, (he doesn't fail to notice their shaking hands, the heavy choked breaths when they try to calm themselves to keep talking, their posture and how their muscles ached as they moved) and he just has to sit there and listen while he breaks down at the sight.

(OH- AND ALSO AT THE END THEY GO BACK TO BEING HAPPY AND WORK THINGS OUT, ALBEIT A BIT SLOWER ON READERS SIDE BUT IT ALL WORKS OUT, AND YAY!! HAPPY TIMES AT THE ENDD :3)

I'm so sorry if this is a huge burden or anything but I'm obsessed with how you write and I'm a big fan,, keep doing what you do!! I will be here to read your works, :D HAVE A LOVELY DAYYYYYY

Breaking Point

(Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

Thank you so much for the kind words!! (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆ I might've teared up a little while writing this hehe

This fic is a little lengthy than the others how I usually write. But I want ya'll to feel the raw emotion of pure anger and sadness from the reader, and the panic from Bill. ヾ( ￣O￣)ツ

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Drama

Warning: Emotional Outbursts, Depiction of Verbal Conflict, Reader experiencing high levels of frustration and stress, Brief mention of destruction (fire, water disappearing, bugs appearing), Bill Cipher struggling with remorse and regret, Themes of toxic behavior in a relationship.

Summary: After reaching your limit with Bill Cipher's chaotic behavior, you snap and confront him, leaving Bill stunned and remorseful. Now, both of you must navigate through an emotional journey of healing and reconciliation.

The door creaked as you stepped into the house, the familiar weight of exhaustion pressing against your bones. Work had drained you, life had drained you, and now all you wanted was to come home to some peace. But of course, there was no peace where Bill Cipher was concerned.

Your nostrils flared as the scent of smoke hit you before anything else. The kitchen table was scorched, a blackened mess, and small embers still smoldered in the corners. Water pooled around your feet from where the sink should’ve been, now bone-dry despite the mess. Your gaze darted across the room, scanning for more disasters, and—unsurprisingly—you spotted bugs skittering across the walls and floors. Spiders, centipedes, beetles. All manner of crawling things making themselves at home in what was once your sanctuary.

And then there he was.

Bill Cipher. Floating lazily above the chaos with a smug grin plastered across his face, looking so utterly proud of his handiwork. His golden glow practically mocked you, making everything feel more twisted than it already was. You wanted to cry, scream—something—but the exhaustion in your limbs wouldn’t even let you feel anything. Not yet.

“Heya, kiddo! You’re back earlier than I thought! Guess you’re lucky—you get to witness all the ‘improvements’ I made to the place in real-time!” His voice was sing-songy, obnoxious, as if setting your house on fire and filling it with bugs was some sort of quirky joke.

You dropped your bag to the floor with a heavy thud. “Improvements?” you asked, your voice hollow. “You set the kitchen on fire.”

He spun in a lazy circle. “Oh, that? Pfft, it’ll go out eventually! You know, fire’s just nature’s way of cleaning up! No big deal, kid. You humans get so worked up about the little things.”

“Little things?” Your voice trembled as you repeated his words. “My house is a wreck, Bill.”

His eye rolled dramatically. “It’s just a house. You live here, what? 80, maybe 90 years? Tops? Come on, I’ve seen the multiverse—this is nothing! A little fire, a little infestation… it’s all temporary!” He waved his hand, making a centipede crawl up the wall behind him like it was nothing. Like you should just accept this madness.

Something inside you snapped.

Maybe it was the months of putting up with his antics, the countless moments of chaos that you tried to brush aside because, well, it was Bill. Maybe it was the sleepless nights, the days where he would whisk you into the Mindscape without warning, messing with your head until you couldn’t tell if you were dreaming or awake. Or maybe it was just this day—this awful, grueling day, where you came home hoping for some semblance of normalcy only to find more destruction.

Whatever it was, you’d hit your breaking point.

“No,” you said, your voice starting soft but trembling with barely-contained fury. “It’s not nothing, Bill. It’s not just a little fire, or a few bugs, or some weird object you brought into my life to mess with me.”

Bill raised an eyebrow. “Uh, okay? You’re acting like this is a big deal—”

“Because it is a big deal!” The words exploded from you, your voice rising into a full-on scream. “I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!”

Your voice echoed off the walls, loud enough to make Bill pause in mid-air. His expression shifted, his eye narrowing in what looked like confusion. “Whoa, calm down there, kid. No need to get all dramatic—”

“Dramatic?” You felt the surge of frustration and exhaustion hit you all at once. “You think I’m being dramatic? You set the kitchen on fire, Bill! You fill the house with bugs, you mess with my things, you bring chaos into every single moment of my life like it’s a joke, and you think I’m being dramatic?!”

He floated closer, but you shoved past him, your heart hammering in your chest. “I’m tired, Bill! I am so tired of you making my life hell! You don’t care about me—you never have! You only care about yourself, about causing chaos, about proving how powerful you are while you tear my life apart!”

“Hey, that’s not fair,” Bill said, his voice wavering slightly. But you weren’t stopping. Not now. Not when everything you’d held back for weeks, months, was finally coming out.

“You’re not fair!” you yelled, your voice cracking. “I’m so sick of cleaning up after you, of pretending that it’s okay for you to ruin everything I care about! You think it’s funny to mess with me, to make my life miserable? It’s not! It’s—”

Your voice caught in your throat as the sobs you’d been holding in for too long finally broke free. “It’s not fair, Bill. It’s just… not fair.”

For the first time since you’d known him, Bill Cipher was silent.

He just hovered there, his triangular form still, his single eye wide and blinking rapidly as if he couldn’t quite process what was happening. He’d seen you angry before, annoyed even—but this? This was different. This was raw. You were breaking down right in front of him, and he didn’t know what to do.

You wiped at your eyes, your breath coming in ragged, shaky bursts as the last of your strength crumbled beneath the weight of everything. You looked at him, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Then, with a trembling hand, you threw your things to the floor—your bag, your keys, the glasses you’d been holding. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, but you didn’t even care. You turned away from him, storming to your bedroom and slamming the door shut behind you. The lock clicked into place, sealing you in the only place left where you could hide from him.

For a moment, there was silence.

But then came the knock. Soft at first, barely audible. Then louder. “Hey uh... Y/N?” His voice was shaky, unsure, and for the first time since you’d met him, you could hear something like fear in it. “Come on, open the door…”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

“I… I didn’t mean for it to get this bad. I was just… I thought we were having fun? You know, me messing around a little… spicing things up!” His voice wavered again, growing more frantic. “Just… open the door. Please?”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, okay?” His voice cracked. “I didn’t think it was that bad. I didn’t… I didn’t realize…”

Still, you didn’t move. Your body felt heavy, drained. You didn’t have the energy to answer him, not after everything that had just happened. The silence from your side must have been too much for him, because after a few moments, you heard that familiar soft pop and felt the air shift.

Bill teleported into your room, appearing right beside you.

He hovered there for a moment, unsure of himself, his usual arrogance nowhere to be seen. “Y/N…” His voice was softer now, almost tentative. He reached out a hand toward you, but you pulled away, still too raw, too hurt.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said, your voice low and thick with emotion. “I’m tired, Bill. I’m tired of you, of this, of everything. You don’t care about me. You only care about yourself.”

He flinched, his entire form flickering as if your words had struck him physically. “That’s not true,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I do care. I just… I don’t know how to stop. This is who I am.”

You stood up, your body shaking as the anger and frustration surged through you once again. “No, Bill. This is who you choose to be. You choose to hurt me. You choose to make me miserable, and I can’t take it anymore.” Tears welled up in your eyes again, blurring your vision. “I can’t keep being the person who puts up with this.”

His eye widened, and for the first time, you saw genuine fear there. “I can change,” he said quickly, desperately. “I can stop, I swear! No more fires, no more bugs, no more chaos! Just… don’t leave me.”

You turned to face him fully, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Why should I believe you?”

He blinked, his form trembling. “Because…” His voice cracked again, and for a moment, he was silent. Then, he dropped lower, sinking to the floor as if bowing before you. “Because I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. The words hung in the air between you, heavy and fragile.

Bill Cipher, the embodiment of chaos, destruction, and madness… was on the floor, broken and pleading.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, his voice raw. “I thought I was just… being me. But I see it now. I see what I’ve done to you.” His eye glistened with something you’d never seen before—tears. Real, honest tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Your heart clenched at the sight of him—Bill Cipher, the all-powerful, indestructible entity you’d grown so used to, now reduced to this broken, fragile figure. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that he could change, that this was the turning point. But you couldn’t deny the gnawing ache in your chest, the voice in the back of your mind reminding you of all the chaos, all the hurt.

“I don’t know if I can trust you,” you said, your voice shaking. “You’ve said things like this before, Bill. You’ve promised to dial it back, to stop messing with me, but you never do. You always go back to your old ways, and I—”

Your voice cracked, the weight of everything too much to bear. “I can’t keep going through this. It hurts too much.”

Bill flinched again, his whole form flickering as if he might disappear at any moment. “I know,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I know I’ve messed up—over and over again. I’ve pushed you too far. I’ve made you cry, made you scream, and I never thought about how it was affecting you.” He paused, his eye locking onto yours, his voice trembling with emotion. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. I thought… I thought we were having fun. But I see now that I was wrong.”

You swallowed hard, your throat tight with emotion. His words felt sincere, but the pain was still fresh. “You always think it’s fun,” you said quietly. “But it’s not fun for me. I’ve been hurting for so long, Bill. Every day, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells, waiting for the next disaster. I can’t live like that.”

Bill floated closer to you, his glow dimming. “I don’t want you to live like that anymore,” he said softly. “I don’t want to be the reason you’re miserable. I’ll change, Y/N. I’ll stop. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.” His voice cracked again, and he hovered just inches from you, his single eye glistening with tears. “Please, don’t leave me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You closed your eyes, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. You wanted to believe him, to hold onto the hope that he could really change. But you were scared. Scared that this was just another empty promise, another cycle of chaos waiting to happen.

“I need time,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I need time to think. To figure out if I can keep doing this.”

Bill’s form flickered again, his eye wide with panic. “Time? But… what if you decide you don’t want me anymore?”

Your chest tightened at the raw fear in his voice. You’d never seen him like this—vulnerable, desperate, clinging to you like you were his only lifeline. “I don’t know, Bill,” you said softly. “I don’t know what I’ll decide. But I can’t just forgive everything right now. I need space.”

Bill stared at you for a long moment, his eye searching yours, before he slowly nodded. “Okay,” he said, his voice small. “Okay. I’ll give you space. Just… please, don’t shut me out completely. Let me prove that I can be better.”

You took a shaky breath and nodded. “I won’t shut you out. But I need you to respect what I’m asking for. No more chaos. No more tricks. No more pushing me to my limit.”

He blinked, his form flickering once more as he processed your words. Then, with a small, sad smile, he nodded. “You’ve got it, kid. No more tricks. No more chaos. I’ll… I’ll be good.” He tried to sound upbeat, but the strain in his voice was evident.

You watched as he floated back a bit, his usual cocky posture gone. He looked small, almost lost, and it tugged at something deep inside you. Despite everything, despite all the pain he’d caused, you couldn’t help but feel for him.

“Bill…” you began, your voice softening. He looked up at you, hope flickering in his eye. “I do love you,” you admitted, your voice wavering. “But this… this isn’t healthy. We both need to work on this. If you really care about me, you’ll prove it. Not with words, but with actions.”

He floated closer again, his eye wide and solemn. “I will, Y/N. I swear. I’ll show you that I’m serious. I won’t mess this up again.”

You nodded, feeling a small weight lift from your chest. “Okay.”

There was a long, heavy silence between the two of you, the air thick with tension and the lingering emotions of the night. But for the first time in a long while, there was also something else—a sliver of hope. It was fragile, but it was there.

Bill hovered in place for a few more moments before he slowly floated toward the door. He paused just before leaving, turning back to you with a soft, almost shy smile. “I’ll let you rest. But… I’ll be around. If you need me.”

You nodded again, and with that, he disappeared with a soft pop, leaving you alone in the quiet of your room.

You exhaled deeply, your body sagging with the weight of the night’s emotions. It wasn’t over—not by a long shot—but there was a chance. A chance that things could get better, that Bill could change. It would take time, and you’d need to see real progress, but for the first time, you felt like he truly understood the gravity of his actions.

It would take work. It would take patience. But maybe, just maybe, things could heal.

The days passed slowly after that. Bill kept his distance, honoring your request for space. You still saw him, floating around the house or popping in to check on you, but he was different now. Calmer. Quieter. He didn’t wreak havoc or bring chaos into your life anymore. Instead, he seemed to go out of his way to make things easier for you.

He fixed the scorched kitchen, repaired the broken table, and even got rid of the bugs without so much as a snarky comment. It was strange at first—seeing him so subdued—but it also gave you hope.

You weren’t ready to forgive him completely, not yet. But you were willing to give him a chance.

One night, as you sat in the living room, you heard the familiar pop of Bill teleporting in. You looked up to see him hovering nearby, holding something in his hands—or rather, what looked like a bouquet of floating, glowing flowers. They shimmered in the dim light, casting soft shadows on the walls.

“I, uh, brought these for you,” he said awkwardly, floating closer. “I know they’re not your typical flowers, but I thought… you might like them.”

You stared at the glowing bouquet for a moment before a small smile tugged at your lips. “Thanks, Bill,” you said softly, accepting the flowers.

He smiled back, that familiar spark of mischief in his eye, but this time it wasn’t overwhelming. It wasn’t destructive. It was… soft.

And as you looked at him, at the effort he was putting in, you felt the tiniest flicker of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, things would work out.

I love me some vulnerable Bill hehe (￣ε￣＠) Anyways! Hope you guys enjoyed it! ^^

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I hope this is the ask box, I’m not exactly sure which one was correct but I saw your latest y/n x bill story and I wanted to suggest one?

Do it whenever you want but I was thinking monster falls AU where hunter!Bill catches y/n (not sure what creature, but something mythical would be cool) and he’s very proud of his catch, showing the angry y/n off to the henchmen- who are other various hunters now.

Also if you aren’t taking requests just ignore this lol

The Hunt

(Human!Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

Time for a Human Bill fic (╯✧▽✧)╯

Genre: Monster Falls AU, Slow-burn Romance, Humor.

Warnings: Mild violence, Panic/Anxiety on the Reader's part, Mutual pining/awkward tension, Fluff with hints of playful tension.

Summary: Bill Cipher is a skilled hunter who captures you, a rare mythical Selkie, after an intense chase through the forest. Proud of his prize, he shows you off to the Henchmaniacs.

The forest was alive with sounds of pursuit. Every snap of a branch, every whisper of wind through the leaves, sent your heart racing faster than your legs could carry you. Your feet hit the damp ground in frantic steps, each stride uneven as you darted through the towering pines. Your lungs burned, muscles protesting with every rapid movement. But you couldn’t stop. Not now.

They were close.

Bill Cipher, the infamous hunter who prowled these woods, had been tracking you for days—maybe weeks. Time had blurred into a stretch of panic ever since you realized you were being hunted. And now, the moment you feared had arrived. You were the prey in a game you hadn’t asked to join.

The transformation had already begun—whether from fear or necessity, you weren’t sure. The smooth, dark skin of your seal-like form shimmered, glinting under the dappled moonlight that barely broke through the dense canopy. The dampness from the nearby river clung to your limbs, and the scent of wet earth filled the air. You could feel the shift deep within you—the urge to dive into the water, your true element, was overwhelming. But there was no time.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle cut through the night, startling you. The sound echoed in your mind, a reminder that you weren’t alone. Bill was close.

Your seal-skin was only half-formed, and you were stuck between two worlds—too slow to slip into the full speed of your natural form, too vulnerable in this half-shifted state. Panic surged through you. You had heard the stories about Bill and his relentless pursuit of mythical creatures. There were whispers among your kind about his cruel efficiency and unbreakable persistence. He never failed.

“Where do you think you're going, fishy?” Bill's voice cut through the silence like a blade, mocking and far too close for comfort. “You’re just making this harder on yourself!”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, but you didn’t slow. You couldn’t. With your lungs burning and your legs aching, you pushed harder, veering off the path and toward the river. Water—if you could reach it, maybe you could escape. Your Selkie form could glide through it effortlessly, leaving the hunter far behind.

But Bill had been planning this for too long, and he was one step ahead of you.

Just as the sound of rushing water reached your ears, you felt a sharp pull, the ground falling out from under you as a net sprang up, tangling you in its enchanted threads. You hit the earth hard, pain shooting through your side as you struggled against the bindings. The more you fought, the tighter the net seemed to hold, cutting into your skin and sealing your fate.

"Ha! Gotcha!" Bill’s triumphant voice rang out as he sauntered into view, his human form tall and menacing against the shadowy backdrop of the trees. His hunter’s outfit was weathered but well-kept, a wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow over his eyepatch that was oddly shaped like a triangle, and a single, golden eye.

“There you are! That took longer than I thought.” He crouched beside you, tilting his head in mock sympathy. “You almost had me, you know? But no one escapes me.”

You glared up at him, your chest heaving with the effort of trying to free yourself from the net. But it was useless. The enchanted rope sapped your strength and neutralized your magic, leaving you half-shifted and vulnerable.

Bill’s grin widened. "You’re quite the catch. I was expecting something more boring, but a Selkie?” He whistled low. “That’s rare. Guess it’s my lucky day."

You growled, shifting your weight in the net, but Bill only smirked. He grabbed a fistful of the netting and yanked you upright, pulling you onto your feet. “Easy there, slippery,” he chuckled. “Wouldn’t want to hurt my prized catch before showing you off.”

As if on cue, Bill’s henchmen—the Henchmaniacs—emerged from the shadows, laughing and cheering at their leader’s success. They were rough, grizzled hunters who worked under Bill’s command, each more eager than the last to prove their loyalty.

"Nice work, boss!" one of them shouted, nudging the others. "Look at that catch!"

The others chimed in, offering their congratulations as Bill proudly dragged you toward them, your bound form stumbling in his grip. You could feel their eyes on you—hungry, calculating, and cruel.

“Hey, think it’s dangerous?” one of them asked, eyeing your Selkie skin with curiosity.

Bill scoffed. “Not anymore. I’ve got this one under control. Besides—” he leaned in close, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper—“they’re too smart for their own good, but not smart enough to escape me.”

You narrowed your eyes, but your glare only made Bill chuckle. He tugged the net tighter, making you wince.

Behind him, the Henchmaniacs began to busy themselves with camp preparations, their voices blending into the background as they moved through the clearing. A fire crackled nearby, its light casting flickering shadows across the monstrous landscape.

And just beyond the edge of the camp, you could see them—the creatures of Gravity Falls. They lingered at the edge of the woods, watching with wide, glowing eyes. They watched the hunters from afar.

You could feel their gaze on you, watching as Bill presented his latest catch. They knew the game, but none of them would step in. The unspoken rule was simple: if you were caught by the hunters, you were on your own.

Bill dragged you to the center of the camp, his grin never faltering. “Everyone, meet the new addition to our little collection,” he announced, loud and proud. “A rare, hard-to-catch Selkie. Not bad, huh?”

The Henchmaniacs cheered, but the monsters at the edge of the woods remained silent, their eyes glowing with something you couldn’t quite place—pity, perhaps? Or maybe frustration? They wouldn’t step in, but it didn’t mean they weren’t waiting for something to change.

As the night wore on, you sat by the fire, still trapped in the net and unable to shift fully into your true form. Bill hovered nearby, his smug expression softening just a bit as he poked at the fire with a stick.

“You know,” he said after a long pause, “I don’t usually keep my catches alive. But you... there’s something interesting about you. Might just keep you around.”

You glared at him but didn’t respond. Every muscle in your body was tense, your mind racing with thoughts of escape.

Bill’s eye flicked to you, studying your silence for a moment before he shrugged. “Fine. Be that way. I’ve got all the time in the world.”

But there was something in the way he looked at you that gave you pause. For all his bravado and arrogance, there was something else there—a flicker of curiosity, of something deeper. He wasn’t just proud of his catch; he was fascinated by you. And that, more than anything, made your pulse quicken.

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I saw you have requests open for Bill x Reader.

I wanted to ask if you'd write a playful sarcastic Bill who realizes he has feelings. And for f!human reader (or GN!reader) no less. And he does a terrible job acting like Bill usually acts when reader is present or the subject of the conversation. Dare I say he acts normal, so very unlike the weird reader is used to. But reader doesn't pick up on the obvious signs either so it's a mutual pining and awkwardness while everyone else just wants them to kiss already.

I hope you have a great day/ night/ weekend and take your time with my ask. No rush!

M'kay byeeee <3

Sarcastically Yours

(Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

First of all, thank you so much for being my first ask! 🥳 I’m super excited to write this, and I hope you enjoy the playful chaos that is Bill Cipher realizing he’s got feelings (and doing an absolutely terrible job hiding them). Here’s a little fic with plenty of awkwardness, and pining! Enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Mutual Pining, Slight Crack

Warnings: None (it’s all fluff and awkward cuteness)

Summary: Bill Cipher, the sarcastic demon, realizes he has feelings for you, and he does a terrible job hiding it. Meanwhile, you’re completely oblivious, and everyone else is suffering through the awkwardness, waiting for you both to figure it out.

You knew Bill Cipher was weird. A literal one-eyed triangle from a dimension beyond comprehension? That’s not exactly normal. But you’d gotten used to his sarcasm, his chaotic presence, and his annoying habit of invading your personal space. It was just Bill being Bill.

Until recently.

Something about him had changed, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Bill, the same demon who once turned your kitchen appliances into tap-dancing minions, now seemed to be avoiding eye contact with you. And when he did speak, the usual biting sarcasm was gone, replaced by awkward muttering and half-hearted jokes.

Today, Bill was sitting—yes, sitting—in the Mystery Shack, flipping through a book he clearly wasn’t reading. His usual floating, bouncing-around-the-room energy was nowhere to be found.

"Are you sick or something?" you ask, leaning on the counter, staring at him.

Bill glances up from the book, his single eye narrowing. "Sick? Me? Of course not!" His voice is just a little too high-pitched, and Dipper, who’s watching from the other side of the room, immediately raises an eyebrow.

"You’ve been acting... off," you continue, your suspicion growing. "Usually, you can’t go five seconds without making some smart remark."

"Yeah," Mabel chimes in, bouncing over to your side. "You haven’t even insulted [Y/N] today. I thought that was, like, your favorite hobby."

Bill sputters. "I—I’m giving them a break! Geez, maybe I don’t always have to be sarcastic!"

Dipper snorts from behind his journal. "Since when?"

Bill glares at him. "Since now, nerd!"

You exchange a look with Mabel, and it’s clear she’s thinking the same thing: Bill’s acting weird, even for him. Normally, he’d be pranking everyone, floating around causing mayhem, but lately, he’s been... quiet. Almost normal, and that’s what makes it even weirder.

"So," you say, eyeing him. "Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you just gonna keep pretending like nothing’s wrong?"

Bill fidgets in his seat. "I told you, nothing’s wrong! I’m just... thinking. Yeah, thinking about... the stars."

"Stars?" Dipper repeats, looking up from his journal. "What, are you planning another apocalypse or something?"

Bill lets out a nervous laugh. "Nope! Just... admiring them! They’re pretty, you know?"

Mabel gasps, slapping a hand to her chest. "Did... did he just call something pretty? I didn’t know he even knew that word!"

Bill shoots her a glare, clearly flustered. "I know a lot of words, okay? Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous—"

He stops mid-rant, realizing what he’s just said. His yellow triangle face turns a strange shade of pink, and you stare at him, completely confused.

"Are you okay?" you ask again. "You’re acting really weird today, even for you."

Bill quickly waves a hand in the air, trying to brush it off. "I’m fine! You’re the one making this weird!"

"I’m making this weird?" you repeat, completely lost. "What did I even do?"

"Oh, I don’t know, exist? " Bill blurts out, and then immediately claps a hand over his mouth.

There’s a heavy silence in the room. Mabel’s eyes go wide, and Dipper looks like he’s just seen a ghost.

Stan, who’s been standing in the doorway this whole time, mutters, "This is painful to watch."

Bill, clearly mortified, stumbles to cover up his slip-up. "What I meant to say was, uh, you’re... distracting. Yeah, you’re a distraction. That’s why I’m... off my game today."

You blink at him, still completely clueless. "A distraction? How?"

"You know, just... being around," Bill stammers, waving his hands vaguely. "Being... you. It’s... distracting."

Dipper and Mabel exchange a look, and it’s obvious they’re both screaming internally. How could you not see what was happening?

Mabel steps forward, putting her hands on her hips. "Okay, Bill, enough with the weird cryptic stuff. Why don’t you just tell [Y/N] what’s really going on?"

Bill shoots her a look of pure panic. "I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shooting Star! Why don’t you mind your own business, huh?"

Mabel rolls her eyes. "Come on, everyone else has figured it out!"

"Figured what out?" you ask, completely confused.

Dipper sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is so painful to watch."

"Painful for you? I’m the one being interrogated here!" Bill snaps.

Stan steps in, shaking his head. "Kid, just tell ‘em. This whole thing’s like watching a car crash in slow motion."

Bill groans, burying his face in his hands. "Fine, fine! You wanna know what’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on!"

You lean forward, curious. "Okay?"

"I—" Bill starts, then stops, clearly struggling. He takes a deep breath. "I... like you, okay?"

There’s another heavy silence in the room. Dipper drops his journal, Mabel lets out a dramatic gasp, and even Stan seems momentarily stunned.

You, however, just blink in confusion. "Like... like me? As in... what, like a friend?"

Bill lets out a frustrated groan. "No, not like a friend! Like... like like you! Like... in a romantic way!"

It takes a moment for the words to sink in. Bill Cipher, the sarcastic, chaotic demon, likes you? Romantically? The idea is so bizarre, so utterly out of left field, that you can’t even process it.

"You... like me?" you repeat, still in disbelief.

"Yes!" Bill throws his hands in the air. "Isn’t it obvious? I’ve been trying to not be a weirdo around you, but apparently, that’s even worse!"

Mabel gasps dramatically again, clasping her hands together. "Oh my gosh, this is so cute!"

Dipper just stares at you, then at Bill, then back at you. "How did you not notice this? He’s been acting like a total freak!"

Bill glares at him. "I wasn’t being a freak! I was... handling things!"

"Handling things?" Stan repeats, raising an eyebrow. "Kid, you’ve been acting like a nervous wreck. It’s embarrassing."

Bill turns to you, still flustered and obviously out of his element. "Look, I’m not great at this whole... feelings thing, okay? But I do like you. A lot. So... there. I said it."

You stare at him, your brain still trying to catch up. "You... really like me?"

"Yes!" Bill practically shouts, throwing his hands up again. "Do I need to spell it out for you?"

You blink a few more times, and then finally, it clicks. Bill Cipher, the same demon who once turned your house upside down for fun, likes you.

"Wow," you mutter, still processing. "I... I didn’t expect that."

Mabel jumps up and down, clapping her hands. "Finally! I’ve been waiting for this moment forever!"

Dipper groans, burying his face in his hands. "This is so awkward."

You look back at Bill, who’s staring at you with a mix of hope and dread. You’ve never seen him look so... vulnerable.

"Well," you start, smiling a little. "I guess I like you too."

Bill’s eye widens. "You... do?"

You nod. "Yeah, I mean... you’re still annoying, but... yeah."

Bill stares at you for a moment, clearly stunned. Then, slowly, his eye wrinkled like a grin. "Well, well, well. I guess this whole feelings thing isn’t so bad after all."

Mabel squeals, jumping up and down. "Kiss! You have to kiss now!"

Dipper groans even louder. "Mabel, no, and I don't think that's even possible with his... eye?"

Bill just scoffed but ignored him, floating closer to you. "Well, I did say I like you. Maybe I should prove it."

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. "You’re still a dork, Bill."

"Yeah, but I’m your dork now," he says, leaning in.

And maybe, just maybe, you let him kiss you.

Thank you again for being my first request! I hope you enjoyed all the chaos and awkwardness between Bill and the reader, and feel free to send in more ideas anytime! 😊

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I am currently taking requests for Bill Cipher x Reader fanfics! Feel free to share your ideas, and I’ll do my best to bring them to life.

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Curious about my Gravity Falls OC, Maeloraelis? You can ask anything about her backstory, personality, and relationships. If you want to request specific scenarios or headcanons for her, I’m all ears! These could even help me further develop her character. (*´▽`*)

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Celestial Bonds AU

Prologue: The Shape Who Saw the Stars

(Bill Cipher x OC)

Synopsis: Celestial Bonds follows the intertwined destinies of Bill Cipher and Maeloraelis (Mae), two beings born with the rare ability to see beyond their two-dimensional world. Their connection shapes not only their personal lives but also the fabric of reality itself, taking them from their homeworld of Euclydia to the cosmic chaos of the multiverse, and ultimately, the pivotal events of Gravity Falls.

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In a place where everything was flat, even the dreams, a young yellow triangle named Bill Cipher lived in the dimension known as Euclydia. It was a second-dimensional world, inhabited by shapes—triangles, squares, circles—moving along planes and edges, living out their lives in a perfectly two-dimensional existence. Euclydia was not a land of wonder, but a land of routine, of unchanging stillness. Here, the only perspective was linear, and all creatures thought in terms of flatness.

But not Bill. Bill was different.

He had been born with a rare mutation—an eye that saw beyond the boundaries of this flat prison. An eye that could perceive the stars, the endless depth of the third dimension, something the others in Euclydia could never imagine. To them, the idea of a third dimension was as absurd as seeing air or touching sound.

In the beginning, this difference made him special—almost revered. The inhabitants of Euclydia looked at him with curiosity, some even with awe. His talk of stars, of distant places beyond their understanding, at first seemed like the words of a visionary. But as time passed, and Bill's insistence on the existence of worlds beyond their own became stronger, they no longer looked at him with admiration. They looked at him with suspicion.

“Stars? Nonsense,” they would say, scoffing. “There’s nothing beyond what we can see. Nothing beyond what we know.”

The once respectful gazes turned into wary glances, then outright disgust. They whispered behind his back, mocked his visions, calling him a dreamer in the cruelest sense of the word. It didn’t take long for him to become an outcast among his peers. But Bill, small as he was, did not let it bother him. He was a boy with big dreams, far too big for the flat world he lived in. The mockery and disdain did not touch him; instead, it strengthened his resolve. He was going to show them the stars one day—the stars only he could see, the stars that only he could admire.

Even his parents, Scalene and Euclid, could not fully understand their son. Scalene, his mother, with her cool blue edges, worried about her son’s obsession. She had always wanted him to fit in, to be loved by their community. His father, Euclid, a sharp red triangle, had hoped for a boy that followed the rules of the world, the logic of their existence. And yet, Bill was always a step beyond them, dreaming, always dreaming. Even so, they loved him dearly, accepting the fact that their son was born different, though they often exchanged worried glances when they saw the faraway look in his eye.

It was the same every day. His bullies taunted him, throwing jeers at him from across the schoolyard, their voices flat and hollow like the world around them. His parents, while supportive, could not hide their concern whenever they saw him staring off into the distance, his gaze fixed on a part of the sky they couldn’t comprehend. And the neighbors—those insufferable neighbors—cast looks of disgust, whispering rumors about “the strange boy who talks to the sky.”

But none of it mattered to Bill. In his mind, he was already beyond them. He could see what they couldn’t—the stars, the galaxies, the infinite cosmos that spread out in all directions. He could see them all, and one day, they would see them too. He would show them. But for now, the stars were his.

Then one day, the routine changed. The whispers didn’t seem to reach him as much, the torment of the flat world faded into the background. His mother had been preparing for guests, a family of three coming to visit their home. The mother, an old friend of Scalene, a reunion long overdue. The father was a tall triangle with a dignified presence, a deep shade of purple that compliments his wife's bright pink, and a soft, kind shape with a warm smile. But it wasn’t the adults who caught Bill’s attention.

No, it was the shy figure hiding behind the mother’s side, a small pink triangle, peeking out from behind her mother’s shape. The moment their eyes met, Bill felt something strange, something he had never felt before.

She was like him.

Her eye, big and bright, was just like his—different. Not a normal Euclydian eye, but one that could see beyond. It was a connection that neither of them had ever experienced before, a silent understanding that passed between them in that instant.

The adults talked, exchanging hugs and handshakes, reminiscing about times long gone. But Bill and the girl—Maeloraelis, as her mother introduced her—stood in silence, staring at one another.

For the first time, Bill didn’t feel alone. He slowly raised a finger, pointing upwards, towards the nothingness the others saw as empty space. But to him, it wasn’t empty at all.

“Can you see them too?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid that speaking the words too loudly might shatter the fragile moment.

The girl blinked, her eye reflecting the curiosity in his. She nodded, her voice just as quiet, “Yes... I do too,.”

And in that moment, something shifted in Bill. For so long, he had been content to keep the stars to himself, to revel in the beauty of the universe that only he could see. But now, standing in front of someone who shared his vision, who saw what he saw, he realized something.

Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to be selfish anymore.

As the day went on, the adults continued their conversations, but Bill and Maeloraelis stayed in their own little world, a quiet understanding growing between them. They didn’t need to speak much; the connection they shared was deeper than words. In the vast emptiness of their two-dimensional lives, they had found something—someone—that made them feel whole.

For the first time in his life, Bill Cipher felt like he wasn’t alone.

And for the first time, he believed that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this flat world than he had ever imagined.

Because now, he had someone to share it with.

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Ready to Dive Into the Ultimate Bill Cipher x Maeloraelis Story?

Hey there, fellow Gravity Falls lovers and Bill's chaos enjoyers! 💫 For those who’ve always wondered about Bill Cipher’s real backstory (In my self-insert AU that I decided to call "Celestial Bonds AU"), and how he found love amidst the chaos of dimensions, you're in for something special!

I'm working on an epic journey between Bill and my OC, Maeloraelis (Mae). It’s not just a simple romance, it’s their ENTIRE life story—from the very beginning of their lives in the flat world of Euclydia, through their trials, triumphs, and chaos across the universe, right up until the very end of the Gravity Falls series.

Ever wonder how Bill, the all-powerful dream demon, could fall in love? Or how two cosmic beings find solace in one another despite everything? This story is going to unravel all of that and more—how they met as children, how their connection grew, and how they both faced worlds apart yet together.

˙⋆✮ However, a quick note! Since I’m focusing more on my college life and studies right now, I may not have the time to create my usual thumbnail arts at the beginning of each story. But rest assured, the stories themselves are my main priority, and I’m putting all my love and energy into telling this cosmic tale. ✮⋆˙

If you're ready to explore the stars through their eyes, to witness their highs and lows, and to see how they defy all expectations, then keep an eye out for this long, deeply emotional journey. I promise it’ll be one heck of a ride—filled with wonder, danger, and the undeniable bond between these two!

This story is for the dreamers, the outcasts, and those who see beyond what’s in front of them. ✨️

Stay tuned, because Bill and Mae’s story is one you won’t want to miss! 🚀

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Headcanons for Life with a Chaotic Triangle

(Bill Cipher x Gn!Reader)

Warning: My version of Bill includes; Soft!Bill Cipher, OOC, lots of fluff moments, no use of Y/n. Reader is not mentioned to be human or not.

△ This version of Bill Cipher is a master of chaos, always one step ahead of everyone else. He loves playing pranks, bending reality, and causing mischief. But when it comes to you, he's surprisingly sweet—most of the time. He enjoys teasing you, but there’s always a line he won’t cross. It’s like he has two sides: the one the world fears and the one who melts whenever you’re around.

△ Date nights with Bill are anything but ordinary. He’ll take you to different dimensions, create dreamscapes that defy logic, or whisk you away to see the stars up close. No two dates are ever the same. One moment, you’re having dinner at the bottom of the ocean, and the next, you’re dancing on the rings of Saturn. He delights in seeing your reactions to his world, and he loves showing off his powers just to impress you.

△ Bill isn’t exactly the cuddly type, but he shows affection in his own unique ways. He’ll wrap you in an aura of warmth when you’re cold, create tiny versions of himself to keep you company when he’s away, or even manipulate time just so you can have a few more minutes in bed together. When he’s feeling particularly sentimental, he’ll let you catch glimpses of his true feelings through his eye, where you can see the affection and care he holds for you.

△ Bill is fiercely protective of you, though he rarely shows it in obvious ways. If anyone dares to mess with you, they’ll find themselves lost in a never-ending maze of madness, courtesy of your triangle boyfriend. But he’s also proud of your ability to hold your own, and he loves watching you handle yourself in tricky situations. He might even orchestrate a challenge or two just to see how you’ll overcome it.

△ Despite his chaotic nature, Bill is incredibly attuned to your emotions. He’ll go out of his way to make you smile, even if it means toning down his usual antics for a bit. He has a knack for knowing exactly what you need, whether it’s a moment of peace or a whirlwind of excitement. Your happiness is his top priority, and he’ll move mountains (literally) to ensure you’re content.

△ Life with Bill is never boring, especially when it comes to intellectual debates. He loves a good argument, especially when you challenge him. You’ve learned that he respects you even more when you stand your ground, and he enjoys the mental sparring. These debates often end with him grinning in admiration at your wit and intelligence, sometimes even conceding a point or two—though he’ll never admit it out loud.

△ There are rare moments when Bill lets his guard down completely, showing you a side of him that no one else ever sees. He might reveal a bit of his past, his fears, or even his doubts. During these times, he’s more open and honest, allowing you to see the depth of his character. These moments strengthen your bond and remind you that beneath all the chaos, there’s a being who deeply cares for you.

△ Holidays and special occasions are wild affairs with Bill. Expect the unexpected—like a birthday party where the cake sings or a Halloween where the haunted house you visit is an actual haunted dimension. He takes joy in making these moments memorable, with his unique brand of fun, making sure you’ll never forget the time you spend together.

△ Despite his wild personality, Bill is incredibly loyal to you. He may flirt with chaos and cause trouble everywhere else, but when it comes to you, he’s fully committed. He cherishes your relationship and takes pride in being your partner. Bill sees you as his equal, and he’s always eager to share his world—and his heart—with you.

△ In the end, Bill sees your relationship as something beyond the limits of time and space. He’s in it for the long haul, and he’s ready to keep things interesting for eternity. He’ll never let your love grow stale, always finding new ways to surprise you, challenge you, and make you laugh. To him, you’re the one thing in the multiverse that’s truly worth holding onto.

△ But let's say you’re close friends with the Pines family, having grown up around them or met them during your adventures in Gravity Falls. You’ve become like family to them, often getting involved in their strange and supernatural escapades. Dipper admires your bravery and quick thinking, Mabel adores your creativity and fun-loving nature, and Stan enjoys your wit and loyalty. You’ve spent countless summer nights with them, stargazing, exploring the mysteries of the town, and fighting off strange creatures.

△ When Weirdmageddon strikes, your relationship with Bill complicates things. The Pines family doesn’t initially know about your connection to Bill, but as the chaos unfolds, they start to notice his odd behavior around you. He’s less hostile when you’re present, and you seem to have an influence on him that no one else does. The Pines are torn between trusting you and their deep-seated fear of Bill. However, they recognize that you’re not under his control; instead, you’re someone he genuinely cares for.

△ During Weirdmageddon, you find yourself torn between helping the Pines and dealing with Bill’s chaotic reign. You try to convince Bill to tone down the destruction, using your influence to protect the people of Gravity Falls. It’s a tough balance, but Bill surprisingly listens to you, albeit reluctantly. He may not completely stop his plans, but he finds ways to bend the rules or give you subtle warnings to keep you and the Pines family safe.

△ Eventually, the Pines family learns about your relationship with Bill. They’re initially shocked, especially Dipper, who’s skeptical and worried about how this could affect their battle against Bill. Mabel, ever the optimist, tries to see the good in your relationship, and even Stan has to admit that Bill seems to care for you in his own twisted way. Over time, they come to realize that your bond with Bill might be the key to saving the town—or at least keeping things from getting worse.

△ Bill’s affection for you becomes even more apparent during Weirdmageddon. He may be the lord of chaos, but when it comes to you, he’s softer and more considerate. He’s still his mischievous self, but there’s a noticeable change in how he treats you compared to everyone else. He’ll create safe spaces amidst the madness, allowing you moments of calm and peace. The Pines notice how he goes out of his way to make sure you’re unharmed, even if it means delaying his plans or redirecting his chaos.

△ During the final battle against Bill, your presence becomes crucial. The Pines rely on you to get through to him, to find a way to reach whatever humanity—or triangleity—Bill has left. Your connection with Bill makes the difference, giving the Pines an edge in the fight. You manage to appeal to his better side, convincing him to spare the town or at least leave you and the Pines alone. It’s a tense moment, but your love for Bill and his love for you ultimately help sway the outcome.

△ After Weirdmageddon ends, the Pines family’s view of Bill softens, if only slightly, because of you. While they may never fully trust him, they acknowledge that your influence kept things from getting even worse. Your relationship with the Pines is forever changed, but it’s stronger for having gone through the chaos together. Bill, on the other hand, may still be the master of mischief, but he’s more careful about how his actions affect you and your loved ones.