#Dipper is very very bad at being an incubus

[tswwwit]

How would bill feel if dipper reincarnated as an incubus?

Thrilled. Delighted. Tickled pink! Partly because hey! That's a great look for him! Inhuman and demonic and oh-so-cute. Another part because of all the demonic subtypes he could end up as, this one has to be the most ironic, a bit of him thrilled just because it's good to see him again -

And of course, a Big Ol' Chunk of delight for the other obvious reason.

[weirdeggi]

Tswwwit’s Masterlist 2.0

Hey, everyone! I decided to put together my own list of @tswwwit‘s stories! 

This contains most, if not all, of the stories they’ve posted to their blog! Including things that weren’t previously on their masterlist. I’ve recently updated it to be even more organized!

It’s very long, so the list is under the cut!

Familiar AU

Faking It (Complete)

Hating It (Companion Fic for Faking It, Bill POV, Complete)

Confessing It (In Progress)

Familiar AU Snippets

One-Part Stories

Altar Backstory Scene

April fools Post

AU Where The Familiar Spell Goes As Planned

Bill Being Vengeful

Bill and Mabel Chatting During Confessing It

Bill Looks at Dipper with his Glowing Eye

Caught Singing in the Bathroom

Cold Weather Sucks

Dipper Attempts an Insult

Dipper’s Bad At Fire

Dipper Gets FURIOUS At Ford

Encounter With An Incubus

Finding someone’s “Good” Dream about Dipper

Fordus Interruptus

Gideon Tries to Blackmail Dipper

Jealous Dipper

No Kiss For Bill (Yet)

Old Man Dipper

Parody Familiar AU

Pre-Billdip Bill Meets Post-Billdip Bill

Truth Curse Fic

Saucy but not the way you think

Sick Dipper

Stan & Bill Friodshop

Stan Getting Bill To Help With His Will

Wendy Makes a Visit

WIP Snippets (Confessing It epilogue and roleplay skit)

White Fence Suburban Married Couple

Wrestling In The Closet

Multiple Part Stories

Amnesia AU (Parts 1-5)

BILLnesia AU (Parts 1-5)

Cult-Survivor Dipper (Mute Dipper AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A Favor for Mabel

Part 1, Part 2

Federal Flirtagent

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Ford & Bill Familiar Bond

Part 1, Part 2

Ford POV

Part 1, Part 2

Love Potion

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Stan POV

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Whump

Part 1, Part 2 Coming Soon

Familiar AU NSFW

Interlewd #1

Interlewd #2

Interlewd #3

Interlewd #4 (Bill POV)

Interlewd #5 (Alternating POV)

Bill Sucks At Games

Demons Are Tricky

The REALLY Kinky ones (See the AO3 tags for warnings)

Bill has a crappy day

Wolf/Lamb Roleplay

CYOA Masterpost

Bill vs Bill (AO3)

Bill in Other Universe

Bill in Other Universe Deleted Scene

Post-Bill vs Bill snippet

Reincarnation AU

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Bill Meeting Dipper As A Baby

Dipper Wants A Date

Mason’s Memory Dream

Dipper finds Bill’s body dead

Med-Student Dipper Heals Bill

Octobill Stories

Octobill

Non-Serious Biologically Accurate Octobill

Octobill Haircut Short

Octobill and the Pairbonding Saga

Octobill Prequel

Raised Spirits (A.K.A. Poltergiest AU)

Raised Spirits

Reverse Falls Stories

Bill giving Will Relationship Advice

Will and Dip #1

Will and Dip #2

Will and Dip #3

Misc. Billdip One Shots Not On AO3

Awkward First Meetings

Bill and Dip can’t Touch

Bill Draws Constellations on Dipper

Bill On Smile Dip

Bill Scaring Dipper

Coffee Shop AU

Dentist Bill

First Kiss

Geometry Pickup Lines

Impatient Bill

Jealous Bill

Mabel and Bill Playing Chess

Semi-Dark Billdip (Blood Warning)

Siren AU

Stan reacts to Billdip

Teaching Magic

Triangle Bill Cuddling Dip

Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Scum Villain’s Accidental Romance System (Self-Indulgent)

Legend Of Zelda

Sidon/Link

Original Fiction Masterlist

Tswwwit’s AO3 Account (For other Billdip stories that are not currently updating)

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Thanks, everyone! Lemme know if I missed anything!

[asterkiss]

For those who’ve read my oneshot Once Upon A Dream, I said I rewrote the ending a handful of times. Here’s an earlier and unfinished draft of the ending where Bill wasn’t so bad and where Mabel wasn’t placed under a ‘glamour’ spell.

Ah, what could have been. 

The next night, they shared a conversation which she could remember.

“What would you do,” he asked, tone casual as they shared a gondola ride on the Grand Canal in Venice, “if I told you I was a demon?”

She blinked at the very odd and abrupt question, letting out a short laugh. “What sort of question is that?”

He smiled, eyes glittering in the sunlight. “Humour me.”

“Pssht, okay.” Rolling her eyes, she gave a shrug. “What kind of demon are we talking? Because some are pretty but then there are others that look like they climbed out of the Black Lagoon. Gross.”

“How about,” he replied, “a demon that invades the dreams of unsuspecting girls and slowly saps their life force away from them?”

Mabel’s smile dimmed somewhat at his rather precise response. This dream date – and suddenly she was aware she was in a dream – was getting a bit off topic. “Hah… What is this, some weird sort of hypothetical question?”

“Yes,” he affirmed, meeting her eyes, “in the way that I am exactly that and this is my way of telling you.”

Mabel swallowed, feeling uncomfortable. Now that she was aware she was dreaming, she could recall the alarm she’d experienced yesterday after waking to find a hickey upon her throat. Tying that in with what he was now telling her caused a heavy weight to settle in her stomach and she suddenly wasn’t enjoying this date very much. She looked out across the water toward the shore in a hope that they could dock and she could escape but suddenly there was no shore or dock. There was no Venice. They were in the middle of an ocean of black water that stretched on endlessly in all directions.

Mabel took this change in with mounting panic before she snapped her head around toward the back of the boat where the gondolier had been. Instead of an Italian man in a striped shirt, there was now a shapeless shifting lump of black slime the same colour as the water below.

She screamed and jumped up.

Her date blinked. “Be careful, you’ll rock the boat and-“

She tripped over the side and tumbled backwards with a splash.

“-fall,” he finished. “Ah.”

The water was the same consistency as the slime on the rowboat, and as much as she fought to break the surface, Mabel found herself sinking lower and lower into the abyss. Terror seized her heart and clenched it tightly as she opened her mouth and screamed-

-and woke to her brother shaking her shoulders.

“Mabel you- are you awake? It’s okay- it’s alright, it was just a dream!”

Breathing heavily, she stared up at him as he hovered over her, her chest heaving with each laboured breath.

“Dipper?” she whispered, voice cracking.

He smiled down at her, concern clear in his eyes. “I’m here.”

She threw her arms around him as she enveloped him in her arms, clinging to him as if he was the only one who could tether her down and away from that plane of nightmares.

She could remember everything. Every word spoken and every detail of his face and body, from his perfectly black leather shoes all the way up to every thread of hair like golden silk.

How ironic it was that the first time she remembered was the time she wanted to forget.

.

“What do you mean, you’re being a haunted by a demon?”

“It means what it means!” she snapped, currently seated on the couch in the shack with a blanket wrapped around her form and a mug of hot chocolate placed in her lap. “For weeks now I’ve been hanging out with a handsome stranger in my dreams! Last night he told me he was a demon sucking my life force!”

Three pairs of eyes stared down at her.

“You don’t believe me,” she muttered, shoulders drooping.

“It’s not that we don’t believe you,” Stanford replied. “It’s just… I spent years researching oddities, Mabel. And in all my time of studying supernatural occurrences, never did I come across anything that couldn’t be explained through ordinary means.”

“Yeah. Remember when we were 12 and first came to Gravity Falls? We’d go exploring and think we’d found something like a lake monster or gnome, but then it’d turn out there was a logical explanation behind it all.”

She frowned, staring down into the contents of the drink. “But when I wake up, there’s physical traces left over from my dream.”

“Like what?” Stanley asked.

“Like-” She suddenly clamped her mouth shut, cheeks turning pink. “….It- It doesn’t matter what! Just know that it happened!”

It was as if some sort of spell had been broken since last night. Before, she’d lost all interest in anything aside from sleeping. But now that she knew just what her dream date was exactly, she wasn’t so keen on going back to dreamland.

Noting her negative mood, Stanford suddenly perked up. “Ah! I’m sure I have a modified dream catcher somewhere from my younger years. It should serve to keep away any nightmares – and demons – from you whilst you sleep.”

“You think?”

Stanford nodded, plastering on a wide smile. “Of course!”

Mabel stared up at him for a long moment before breaking into a soft smile. “...Thank you, Grunkle Ford. For believing me.”

“Of course.” He smiled back at her.

As she dropped her gaze down to take another drink, Stanford’s smile faded and he exchanged a concerned look with the other two men. Not only was she sleeping almost all the time, but now she was having nightmares and paranoid delusions?

This wasn’t good.

.

Mabel tried not to fall back asleep.

Grunkle Ford had found his old dream catcher and placed it above her bed but even so, she was on edge. She tried to stay awake by busying herself with reading one of her young adult novels but she barely got a few pages in before the words began to swim across the page.

Her exhaustion won out in the end and the next thing she knew, she was standing on the Bow Bridge in Central Park, New York.

She gripped the bannister, staring down into the lake below with eyebrows pinched together. Unlike all the other times, she wasn’t under any delusions about this being reality. She knew this was a dream and she knew the footsteps approaching her could belong to only one.

When she turned her head, he was there. Coming to stand a few feet away from her, he leaned himself against the edge of the bridge and stared out across the park. All their other dates, she’d admired his appearance but never really taken anything in past his eyes. Now, standing here and able to look past the spell she’d been trapped in, she realised just how handsome he really was.

A yellow sweater was layered over a white collared shirt and accompanied by black pants and dark leather shoes. His hair was as golden as his eyes and looked as soft as silk, and for a moment she had the impulsive desire to run her hands through it before she quickly shoved the thought aside.

“Lovely weather we’re having,” he remarked, arms folded and resting upon the bannister. She frowned at his lackadaisical comment and said nothing. Her lack of response caused him to eventually look across toward her, and she made a point to avoid looking directly in his eyes. “What’s the matter? You don’t like it? I pulled this out of your mind, you know. All the other locations too. This place is number four on your list of places you’d like to be proposed too, right?”

She scowled at him. “What do you want? Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“This!” She gestured out to the park surrounding them with her arm. “You can’t just invade someone’s mind and dreams and give them the best dates of their life and- and- and....”

“And what?” He was smiling at her in amusement.

“And you just can’t!”

He rolled his eyes and turned to face her completely, looking almost bored. “I can and I have done. Not just to you. There’s been hundreds.”

Mabel blinked at that, and felt a pang of pain upon hearing those words.

“It’s how I survive,” he went on. “I’m a demon. An incubus. Are you familiar with that term?”

She was. Her face heated up and he chuckled.

“Aah, so you are. Let me clear up for you what is fact and what is fiction, then.” She suddenly realised he’d grown closer and took a hasty step back in alarm. If he noticed, he didn’t comment. “My kind require and feed upon the life force of humans, aka you.” He shot her a smile. “The easiest way for us to obtain this is invade their dreams. By engaging in intimate relations, we’re able to feed off their energy. It doesn’t take much. Just one…

Single…

Touch.” His hand brushed against her cheek and she jerked back in alarm, unsure when he got so close once again.

He laughed at her reaction. “Things such as hand holding are fine but they aren’t really enough. It’s actions such as kissing and other, more intimate acts that give us the energy we need to sustain.”

She listened, each word like a further twist of a blade in her heart. “You used me,” she whispered. “You were just going out with me because I was some stupid meal for you.”

“Weren’t you using me too?”

She blinked at that. “Huh?”

“You didn’t think I was real, did you?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. “In your eyes, I was a figment of your imagination. You went along with it all – and even initiated things most of the time, might I remind you – because you were unhappy with your love life in the waking world, or should I say lack of it?”

Her face turned red, both from embarrassment and indignation.

“We both used one another,” he stated.

“It’s not the same thing.”

“How is it not?”

“Because I didn’t think you had real feelings!” she shot back, eyes alight. She didn’t know he was real. She’d thought he was some perfect dream-boy her mind had conjured up.

He stared back at her.

“Why are you telling me all of this?” she asked when he didn’t reply. “Is this your way of making fun of me and laughing before you leave?”

“It should be.”

“What does that mean?”

He was still staring, and she was beginning to feel nervous under the intense scrutiny of his gaze. Still, she refused to look directly in his eyes.

“…You know, usually when I come across a meal, I’ll limit myself. I’ll visit once or twice for a few weeks and then that’s it.” He was walking towards her again but this time she didn’t move, holding her ground.

“But we’ve-“

“Met a lot more than that, haven’t we?” he cut in, flashing her a smile as he came to a stop directly in front of her. “That’s right. By now, with any other girl, I would have had my fill and moved on. But I haven’t, do you know why that is?”

She fidgeted under his gaze. “N-No… Why?”

His expression hardened and suddenly he was gripping her by the shoulders as he stared eye to eye with her. She sucked in a sharp breath, and tried to move back but his grip was iron-tight.

“No,” he said, voice tense and eyes wide. “I’m asking you why. Why is it that I can’t get enough of you? Who are you? What are you?”

“I-I don’t…”

His fingers dug into her shoulders and the scenery around them seemed to be melting away until the only thing that existed was them and this bridge in a black abyss. He was still staring at her with an imploring gaze, practically begging her to answer. In that moment she forgot her ire and anger, such emotions overshadowed by a sudden pity and empathy for the man stood before her.

He wanted her to set him free with an answer.

But she had nothing to give.

“I don’t know…” she replied eventually, voice soft. She wished she could answer him. She wished she could make it so he wasn’t looking at her like that.

But she couldn’t.

His expression crumpled, and she wondered for how long he’d been falling apart over the past weeks – how long had it been since their first date? Three weeks? Four? The days blurred together.

In the next instant his lips crashed against hers with such a force she stumbled back. Before she could even think of pulling away he retreated, hands still fastened to her shoulders as he dropped his head down in the space between them, staring at their feet.

“Why is it a simple human girl like you can make me lose all common sense?”

She didn’t know if he was waiting for an answer from her.

Their time together ended before she could think of a way to respond.

.

The next time she fell asleep, the demon was nowhere to be seen or found. Her dreams were left uninterrupted and her energy returned to her during the day. Both her family and friends were overjoyed when the ‘normal Mabel’ returned, and she apologised for her behaviour and the trouble she had caused.

She tried to move on and forget all about the demon.

But she couldn’t.

He may have ceased stepping into her dreams, but he continued to invade her every waking thoughts.

A flash of gold caught her eye whilst in town and she almost caught whiplash in turning towards it. In the end it was just a golden choker around a woman’s throat.

She should have been relieved that her dreams were demon-free.

…So why did it feel like there was an empty space where her heart should be?