Description: Love gods were never a favorite of Bill's. Their powers were strong enough to affect even demons and he wanted nothing more than to make sure that any nearby love gods would be unable to touch Bill now that he's more of a resident of Gravity Falls. Or when Bill is sprayed by one of the Love God's potions, he is forced to realize his feelings for Dipper.

Ten years from the end of the series, Dipper and Mabel are twenty-two and have settled into their lives in Gravity Falls with a certain demon that hasn't left them alone since they've met. Prompt thingy by Hazenheim that needed to be done. Enjoy. Also, picture Bill saying Love God like Timmy's dad says Dinkelberg.

Also, it's been a while since I've written, so I hope it is good. Feedback welcome. You know. To get me to get it out there faster.

An Idiot in Love

Part One

"Just give me the damn bottle!" Bill yelled, jumping at the Love God as he tried to forcefully remove the spray bottle for the man's grasp. Unfortunately, the fat guy was quick and pretty strong for his size and Bill's human form wasn't nearly apt for a situation like this. A foot caught Bill dead center of his chest and he was launched backwards into one of the food stands that had popped up soon after the cherub came to town. The stand folded in on itself under Bill's weight, sending the food and Bill onto the ground. Fried sweets covered the demon's jacket, staining the yellow fabric.

"Not gonna to happen, dude." The damn bastard looked down at Bill smugly. He wiggled the love potion tauntingly on the end of a finger before he latched it back on his belt. "Give it up, Cipher. I'm not letting anyone in this town get a hold of these again," he said, gesturing to the several different colored bottles.

"Give me the bottle, cherub, and I won't burn your wings off," Bill hissed. He had no time to deal with this. There was no way he would allow a love god to be roaming around so close to him with powers like that. It was too dangerous.

The god hummed him thought, tapping his chin. "Yeah, no."

He tried to keep his cool, breathing in as Shooting Star taught him, but fire blazed from Bill's hands and travels up his arms. The blue flames burned away any trace of food and scorched the stand's broken parts. "Give. Me. The. Bottle," he growled. His body flickered between forms as he glared at the Love God. "Now." His teeth creek as he gnashed them together.

"You should just cool off, Cipher." Before the demon could retort, the god pulled out a purple bottle.

Bill's eye widened in horror as the glittering mess came out of the spray bottle and onto him. "NO!" he screamed, brushing at his clothes in an attempt to get the magic off of him, but he could still feel the magic seep into his form, entangling with his magic. He jumped to tackle the fat bastard, but he was quick with his wings. The Love God was up in the air, laughing down at Bill. "What did you do to me?" he demanded, not looking the god in the eyes. He could risk being cursed like that.

"You have some feelings locked deep within yourself, dude. Just helping bring them to light," he laughed, flying off and out of Bill's range.

"GET BACK HERE YOU OVER GROWN CHERUB AND FIX ME!" His heart pounded in his chest. What was he going to do? He had no idea what spell was placed on him. "Shit," he cursed as he kicked at the broken stand. The little bit of destruction felt good enough that he did it again and again until its pieces were scatter all around him.

"BILL! WHERE ARE YOU?"

His heart still momentarily before thundering back. "Pine Tree," he whispered, the name moving easily over his tongue. He had to force himself from looking up. Whatever the cherub sprayed was taking affect. His limbs had a tingling sensation spreading through them as a rushing sound flooded his ears. His body felt hot and uncomfortable. It was getting harder to breathe.

The stomping of feet got closer until a pair of worn shoes came into his view. "Bill? Are you okay? I heard you scream," Dipper gasped out, breathing a bit heavier.

Bill's hands clenched at his sides as he felt himself straighten up under the human's gaze. "It's nothing," he croaked, coughing to clear his throat. "It's nothing," he tried again, this time it came out clearer. He lifted his eyes, making sure to look anywhere but at Pine Tree.

"Are you sure? You're covered in food and it looks like somebody destroyed one of the booths." Bill could see that tattered hat out of the corner of his eyes, tormenting him, knowing he can't look at Dipper.

"Shouldn't you be running your uncles' booth?" he asked, deflecting the question. There was no way he would ever mention being bested by that over grown cherub in flip-flops.

"Mabel's taking care of it. Are you sure you're alright?" his question was followed by a light brushes over Bill's suit.

Shocked by the sudden touch, Bill's eye darted down at Dipper and…nothing. Nothing. So sudden want. No wanting to beg for Pine Tree's hand. He felt calmer, actually. Maybe the spell wasn't a problem. Maybe the love god failed? Composing himself, Bill smacked the hand away and cleaned himself with a snap of his fingers. "I am fine. And as much as I appreciate you worrying about me, I much rather be doing anything else."

Dipper rolled his eyes, shoving at Bill's shoulder. "Stop being an ass. We were worried you got in trouble after mumbling about the love god the entire drive over. You were starting to sound like Timmy's dad."

He had no idea who this Timmy was, nor this person's dad. Brushing off the comment, he draped an arm over Dipper's shoulders and used his as something to lean on. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but shouldn't you be making sure your sister hasn't ran off with her blond friend?"

"She wouldn't…shit." Dipper shrugged off Bill's arm and started running back.

"So I'll just stay here," Bill announced. It's not like he didn't have anything to do. It was rather tempting to find that fat man and rub it in his face that his spell didn't work on him.

Dipper was back in front of him, grabbing his wrist and dragging Bill with him before Bill could say a word more. "There is no way I'm leaving you alone again. You'll probably break something else."

"So much faith."

"And I could use your help selling the stuff Grunkle Stan wants gone. You are the best at making deals."

"I am," Bill conceded. He smiled smugly at the compliment.

"So are you going to help me?" Dipper asked, looking back at him. Those brown eyes looking at him, amused.

The sarcastic retort he had died on his tongue when Pine Tree grinned. Those heart palpitations from earlier returned with vengeance, causing Bill to stumble. Solid arms caught him by his waist, easily lifting him back on his feet so quickly that he couldn't catch his footing. He grabbed onto the closest thing, that being Dipper.

"Are you sure you're okay, Bill? You're acting stranger than normal," Dipper asked, his hands steading Bill by holding his shoulders.

Dipper's words barely registered for Bill. Was Dipper always so strong? Why hadn't he noticed this before? Bill was supposed to notice things. He always noticed things. Like how different Pine Tree and he looked. How Bill was stretched out enough that he can easily drape himself over Pine Tree by resting his chin on the other's fluffy hair. Or how the other's stubble rubbed nicely against Bill when he got a hug out of the man. Or how Dipper wasn't thin framed like him. He was broad like his uncles with this Dorito shape that Shooting Star went on about. How the shape was pleasing to the eye. It was a triangle, so of course it would be. He noticed a lot of things. Even how he felt unbearably hot under his suit or how his palms had started to sweat. Or how close he was to Pine Tree.

"Bill? Come on man, talk to me." Dipper cupped Bill's face wish surprisingly cool hands. "You're turning red. Are you sick? Can you even get sick?"

"I…" His heart pounded in his chest impossibly fast. Will his heart give out?

"Bill?"

Bill grabbed at the hands on his cheek, wanting to remove them, but only held them there more firmly. Why was this happening? There was nothing wrong with him before. Was the reaction delayed? Was it the potion?

"Bill, was it the love god? Did he do something to you?"

Those brown eyes stared up at him earnestly, filled with worry as they worked out what could be wrong. Bill whimpered, dropping his gaze and catching on a pair of parted lips. His breathing came in more rapidly, enough that he felt his body rocking with it. No, no, no, no, no. His body wasn't rocking. He was leaning in.

A loud, high pitch scream escaped from Bill's mouth hole as he jumped away from Dipper and ran as fast as his long legs would take him. "LOVE GOD!" he screeched. He knew what this was and he felt like an idiot for underestimating that man. That fat buffoon put a love spell on him.