Disclaimer: Show belongs to Alex Hirsch.

Written by: Moon's Phantom

Pairing: Bill Cipher x Mable Pines

Note: Mable is 20. Bill has taken a human form.

Warning: Possessive behavior (he's a demon)


Keeper Is She

Drabble Four: Knitted Thing

She shoved something yellow in his face.

Huffing at her demanding nature and eyeing the blush on her cheeks, he examined the object. It was a canary-yellow sweater with a brick pattern and in the middle was a cyan star. He felt his eyebrows rise past his hairline and sharply twisted to face her.

She stood there shyly, fidgeting with her nightshirt's sleeves. The confident queen is shy…hmm…

Normally, he would've burnt the offending object with his magic…but she clearly put a lot of effort into knitting the thing and it was his colour. With a sigh, he pulled off his tailcoat and pulled the woollen sweater on. He was relieved to find that it didn't itch. He looked down at himself and huffed in satisfaction. It looked good. "Thanks Shooting Star. You're kind."

She squealed and latched onto him.

He sighed.

"Mabel? What are you doing up so late?" A voice came from the doorway and he could see her brother sleepily making his way into the kitchen. He vanished from her embrace yet not the room, invisible he relaxed back on his chair. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the kid.

"D-Dipper, I…um well I couldn't sleep. I came down to make some coca, do you want?" She lied and rushed to switch the kettle on. She wasn't a good liar but her brother was obvious in the half-a-sleep state he was in and sat down in the other chair. He yawned and Bill grimaced.

"Thanks, sis." She nodded and finished making the coca, handing one to her brother and cradled her's to her chest. He almost chucked at her disappointed frown and had to bite his lip from downright laughing when she sat on him.

She squealed.

"Mabel?!"

This time he disappeared completely, amused.


A/N

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