Changing (Paired with You're Mine. Kind of dark. Warning, possessive and suicide attempts.)
The bloodied knife slipped from his hand as he stared down at his wrist. It was healing. Again. No matter how deep he cut, it always healed. A broken sob escaped Dipper as he curled up on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. No matter how many times he tried…
Cool, gloved hands gently grasped his arm lifting it up to a pair of equally cool lips. Dipper shivered at the light kiss. He hated this. He hated HIM. "It hurts me to see you like this, Pine Tree," Bill sighed.
He wished he had the strength to jerk his arm back, but it took a lot out of him when he healed. "Leave," he said hoarsely.
Another sigh escaped Bill. Dipper's body was shifted until he was lifted into Bill's arms. "I'll never leave you. The sooner you allow it to sink in, the better it will be for you."
He'd never accept it.
Bill carried him up the stairs to his bedroom where Mabel was sleeping peacefully in the bed across the room. Dipper envied her. She was leaving in just a few weeks and he was…he wasn't. He wasn't going to get out of this, was he? Another sob came from him as tears started to stream down his face.
Bill shushed him softly as he held him. The demon sat on the edge of the bed with Dipper curled in his lap. "It's alright," Bill whispered as he ran a hand over Dipper's back, soothingly.
Dipper hated how much the touch actually helped him. What was happening to him? He grasped the front of Bill's shirt and cried into it. "Why won't you let me die?" he cried, muffled by Bill's chest.
Bill stiffened. "Because you're mine." He hugged Dipper tightly and buried his nose into his brown locks. The boy relaxed as his eyes felt heavier. "Soon, you won't need rest right after getting hurt. You'll be able take anything without as much as a flinch." Bill actually sounded proud as he talked. He stood back up just to tuck Dipper into the comforts of his bed.
"What did you do to me?" he asked after he let out a yawn. He tried to keep his eyes open as he stared up at the demon.
Bill smiled and brushed Dipper's hair away from his forehead. "Nothing much. You'll figure it out when you stop playing games and look," he chastised. "Goodnight, my little changeling," he cooed as he pressed a kiss to Dipper's forehead, sending the boy off to the mindscape.