#dipper is an adult in this btw idk if that came across super clearly

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thatagenderfreak said: BillDip where Dipper is exploring the forests around Gravity Falls and finds a dilapidated old cabin during the day, but when he goes back after the sun goes down it's well taken care of and Bill invites him to dance maybe? I don't know, I wrote a thing with a cabin like that and I just really like the setting, honestly. Lol.

Ahh this is such a neat concept! I love ethereal stuff like this!

Plenty of Dipper's days were spent wandering around. Whether it be pacing back and forth in the house with a book in his hands, or hiking through the woods near the home he spent his summers and now lived in, Dipper could never keep still. Not unless it was to finally pass out after days without sleep, that is.

He had taken one of those naps earlier that day, wasting away the sunlight and waking up when only a sliver of it was left. Not too hot, and still light enough to see where he was going. The perfect time to go out for a hike.

With a backpack filled with a water bottle, sketchbook, and snacks, Dipper meandered out of the house and into the woods. He had travelled through every path over the years, though the wonders of the forest never ceased to amaze him. From the odd animals and creatures that scurried through the bush to the streams of water that seemed to flow in different directions every time he passed them, everything there offered a sense of magic that never grew old.

Rich green moss covered the rocks that lined the pale dirt paths, and Dipper decided he'd take the one he knew the best. By the time he would be heading back, the sun wouldn't offer much light, so he would need the familiarity to help guide him home.

Dipper took in deep breaths of the fresh air while he walked, enjoying how the crispness of it cleared his head. Soon he would take out his sketchbook and find something to doodle in it. But, before that, he would need to find a good spot to sit down and draw.

Not far from where he was, an old, dilapidated cabin sat in a small clearing of trees. Dipper had been there plenty of times before, always in the middle of the day so that he didn't accidentally hurt himself climbing around it. It was a bit darker than he would have liked it to be for exploring, so he resigned himself to only stay long enough to get a decent drawing done and not do any snooping around the place.

By the time he made it within a few yards of the place, Dipper could tell that something about it was... Different. Something in the clearing was giving off light. He slowed his eager steps, inching closer and closer while the sun sunk further and left him in the strange glow.

Dipper didn't have a chance to call out and see if someone was there, maybe a camper or lost hiker—he had run into a handful of those before—because as soon as the building came into view his jaw went slack.

A soft, classical melody came from the no longer broken windows, bouncing off the walls that were somehow completely intact and echoing out into the trees. The once dead patches of grass danced to the gentle breeze, no longer hindered by chunks of rubble.

"What... Is happening?" Dipper dared to come closer, still gawking at the windows, where he could see old but nice furniture inside.

"A beautiful night, that's what is happening."

The sudden voice had Dipper stumbling back with a yelp, holding his chest. A tall, extremely well-dressed man had been leaning against the side of the building, stepping out into the light with a chuckle.

"Holy shit, I didn't see you there." Dipper took in a shaky breath, eyeing the man. "You... Who are you? What is this place? I've been here a million times, and it's always been... Well, a pile of rocks, not a whole cabin! There's no way you did all this since the last time I've been here. How would you even get the tools out here to do this?"

The man shook his head, laughing as Dipper spoke. "You ask too many questions. This place is as it's always been, and always will be."

"But- No, that doesn't make sense. It's never been like this before, how can it 'always be' if it's never been this?" Dipper crossed his arms, staring the blond stranger down. He had seen plenty of strange things in his lifetime. Most of which were in that very forest. But none of those things could ever explain something like this away.

"Another question? You should stop asking so many of those, I don't think you'll like, or even get, any of the answers I'll give." The stranger walked closer to Dipper, extending a gloved hand to him. "I love this song. Won't you dance with me and forget about all those questions... Oh, silly me! I haven't asked for your name. You can call me Bill."

Dipper raised a brow at the man, alarm bells ringing in his head. While he didn't seem all that dangerous, his gut still told him not to trust Bill. "Uh, you can call me Dipper. As for the dance, I don't think that's a great idea. Not only is it getting dark, I also can't dance. Like, at all. Your toes will get stepped on."

Bill let out a hearty laugh, wiggling his fingers at Dipper. "Come on, you don't have to be good at dancing to do it. Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself, Dipper!"

All of this was too weird for Dipper. He couldn't think of a single, logical reason for any of it. The building, the lights, the music, or why this strange man wanted to dance with him so badly.

Still, passing up the chance to stick around and find out a few answers to his questions didn't sound too bad.

"Fine, alright, we can have one dance." Hesitantly, Dipper reached out and touched Bill's hand.

The music suddenly grew louder and a bit faster, and as Dipper was yanked closer to the man, he could feel his outfit go from his usual shorts and T-shirt to something much fancier. He looked up at Bill, though he wasn't able to ask how the suit appeared on his body because the stranger began pulling him around, moving faster than Dipper could keep up with.

"See? Isn't this more fun than asking a million questions?"

Dipper nearly tripped over his own feet, having to cling to Bill to keep himself from falling. "Not really! I'm not- I told you, I'm no good at dancing. I'm just going to fall."

Bill paused for a moment, wrapping both arms around Dipper and smiling down at him. "I won't let you fall, Dipper."

His icy blue eyes bored into Dipper and the smooth, calming tone of voice left Dipper gawking again, though this time he couldn't help but be more relaxed.

"That's it, there we go! Just let yourself go with the flow. The sooner you let the questions go, the sooner you'll find the answers."

Dipper nodded slowly, moving his feet again once Bill started to move.

Despite Dipper's clumsy steps and need to lean on Bill, the two fell into a comfortable rhythm, swaying to the song over the plush grass. Dipper did his best to do as Bill said, not letting himself think any more about the why's or the how's of the situation and only focusing on how nice it was to dance. And, much to his surprise, it sort of worked.

The less he thought, the more he realized that it didn't really matter why this was happening. It didn't make any sense, and, for once in his life, it didn't have to. A lovely night of dancing, enjoying how it felt to be held in Bill's arms, was all that should matter. It had been ages since Dipper had sought out any sort of romance, and having this mysterious man guide him through the steps of a dance he'd never fully know, was about as close as he would get to a date these days.

"Look at that, you're a natural!" Bill lightly brushed a hand against Dipper's cheek as the music slowed, his steps also coming to a stop. "This has been wonderful, Dipper. I think it would be nice to see you again, someday."

Dipper snapped out of his love-struck daze, blinking up at the man. "But when-" He stopped himself, chuckling. "Right, no questions."

Bill laughed as well, stepping back from him. "Since you're learning so fast, I guess I can reward you with a bit of an answer to that last question." He snapped his fingers, Dipper's outfit going back to his normal clothes. "You'll find me when and where the time is right. Maybe it will be tomorrow, or in a week or two. Though, tonight has been lovely, so I do hope it's soon."

"Yeah," Dipper hummed with a smile. "Me too."

The stranger smiled back at him, and within a flew blinks, Dipper was left in the blue, morning light, alone in the clearing with the old ruins of the cabin. It hadn't felt like they had danced for that long at all, but as Dipper walked back home, he didn't let it bother him. In his heart, he knew he would see Bill again, and regardless of how or why he had met him, he knew he would enjoy whatever time they got together.