Summary: When the Northwest's held their annual party in Gravity Falls, Dipper didn't expect he'd be forced to attend. Or that he'd be dragged to the summer home of the two wealthiest men in the world.

Pairing: Billdip and Dipeon (both one-sided)

Snatched by the Ritzys Part 2

Brown eyes opened and blinked. A glass ceiling, with sunlight shining through, hung high above him. Confused, he rolled and promptly stilled. A silky, cushioned surface shifted with him and he frowned. A comforter? A bed? Why was he on a…

Memory slammed to the forefront of his mind.

Dipper swore. "They drugged me!"

He needed to escape. Pronto. Wrangling free of the covers, he made to clamber out of the bed when he noticed the soft fabric covering his body felt off. He looked down and froze.

A tux.

He was wearing a tux.

Mortification enflamed his cheeks. Someone had changed his clothes while he slept! His eyes narrowed. And he had a hunch as to who. He threw off the comforter and hopped to his feet. Blazing past the vine covered, sunny colored walls, his socked feet pattered on the tiled floor until he skidded to a halt in front of an arched door.

His palm grasped the knob and twisted, pushing forwards. When the wood didn't budge, he pulled but still the door wouldn't move. He cursed. Apparently someone had locked the damn door.

He pivoted to glare at the oak framed windows. They didn't look like they could be opened… Rushing over and curving around a leather couch, he braced his palms against the closest window. Peering through the glass, he muttered another oath.

He was at least three stories high. He'd risk death if he broke the window and jumped out. So that left the door as his only way out… He started to turn when a click echoed.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?"

Dipper jerked and swiveled on his heel. Footsteps echoed in the massive room as the tuxedo wearing man neared. The teen clenched his fists and curled his lip.

"Where am I?" He demanded.

"Not that the knowledge will do you any good, but…" Bill drawled. "Welcome to Gideon and my summer vacation home in Wisconsin."

His jaw dropped. "Wisconsin? That's–that's practically on the other side of the country!"

Bill hummed. "From Oregon, yes."

Dipper spluttered. "Why–what–why am I here?"

The young man stopped beside the brunet and stared out the window for a moment before turning to Dipper with a sickly sweet grin. "Pets always stay with their owners, don't they?"

The teen growled, irritation rising. "I'm not a pet. Why did you drag me here?"

Bill humphed. "Oh but you are a pet. My pet. And if you're good I'll even give you treats!"

Anger sparking, Dipper gritted his teeth and readied an acerbic retort.

"Ah, ah, ah~" Bill sang and raised his gloved hand. "If you're bad then you'll be punished!"

Oh how he wanted to just wipe that smug grin off the man's face and give him a black eye. Still, he restrained his violent urge and stormed away, heading towards the door.

"I wasn't finished speaking, dog."

Fury flared and Dipper whipped around. "Listen here, as–"

Bill just grinned and outstretched a hand, made a fist, and jerked his hand back to his side. Dipper yelped as electricity, starting from the bow-tie wrapped around his neck, coursed through his system. The bow-tie gave a painful tug and Dipper found himself dragged forwards by the neck, like an owner would drag a disobedient dog by the collar.

He gargled a pained protest before the electricity subsided but the pain continued to throb. Stumbling to a stop and crashing to his knees in front of the blond, he failed to notice Bill breathing heavier than usual and sweating, as if the spell of yanking on an invisible leash had drained his energy.

Black loafers stepped closer to his fallen form and Dipper swallowed, unease churning in his gut.

"That was a warning." Bill threatened, voice subtly shaking. "If you continue to be disobedient then the punishments will worsen."

Not wanting to have his nerves fried and probably permanently damaged, Dipper nodded with sweat beading down his temple as his body throbbed.

"Understand?" Bill pressed.

"Understood." Dipper breathed, lying through his teeth.

"Good." The loafers turned and strode around him. When the footsteps faded and the door thudded closed, Dipper finally looked up and struggled to stand. He needed to hurry, before his muscles locked.

Once on his feet, the teen rushed to the door. Slowly, his movements became more and more sluggish but he managed to arrive at the door. He blinked when the wood opened but didn't bother to think about the implications. He hurried out of the room and sped along the tiled floor, passing by vine coated walls until he finally found a swirling staircase. Just before he clambered atop the waxed railing, he heard a pair of familiar voices.

Sneaking closer to the sound coming from a nearby room, Dipper tilted his head and eavesdropped.

"–never done this before! I was actually tired after tugging on the leash!" That had to be Bill.

"Hon," and there was Gideon, "we shoulda read more about this spell before casting it."

"What do you mean?"

"It says here that the spell was created by a wizard who was employed by a cruel king. The wizard, wanting ethical treatment, offered the king a spell that would ensure those who worked for him would be obedient. But there's a catch–the user can't abuse the ensnared or else the user is at risk of death."

"What?"

"You noticed how using part of the spell drained your magic, right?"

"Yeah."

"Apparently the farther the ensnared gets away, the more the user's magic will drain and thus the more tired the user will get. If you're not careful, then your magic reserves will deplete to the point where even a simple cold will be lethal."

"So," Bill paused. "We keep him in the mansion then we won't have to worry about that, right?"

"Short of breaking the spell, yes."

Bill muttered an oath. "Then we better find another spell to keep him in line. Preferably one that doesn't harm the user."

Dipper's heart raced. Another spell? Still thinking the whole concept of magic was absurd but having undeniable proof that magic was real, he crept away from the room and returned to the staircase. He needed hurry and get away while he still had the chance. They'd find a way to trap him without a consequence otherwise. He inhaled.

Time to escape.

The teen clambered atop the waxed railing and slid down to the ground floor in a dizzying spiral. Slipping off the wooden railing, Dipper staggered until his center of balance realigned itself and he took off. He passed an indoor pool and curved through several hallways before finally, finally finding a set of grand arching doors. He shoved them open and rushed off the porch and down a set of steps.

He was out! He was free! He was–

His stomach sank.

He was in the middle of nowhere.

Shaking his head because he still needed to get away, Dipper wove through the garden in front of the mansion and rushed into the woods. Just as he crossed the edge, the bowtie jerked, nearly choking him, and electricity shocked his form. Tears dripped down his cheeks as he screamed in agony. He collapsed, just out of sight of the mansion, and leaned against a pine tree, aching as the shocks subsided.

Dipper exhaled, body numb, and hoped the blonds or wild animals wouldn't find him.

He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up, because something did find him.

A dragon.

A dragon.

The sunset scaled, winged creature swept forwards, gracefully picking a way through the undergrowth. Dipper paled as the giant creature neared.

He was gonna die he was gonna die he was gonna–

"Hatchling," the beast murmured, "did your mother abandon you? Is that why you cry?"

Scared stiff of the mythical, fire-breathing monster, Dipper only stared mutely with eyes the size of the moon. The dragon, a female judging by the deep light tones, wove to his side and leaned over his prone form. Warm eyes met his own.

"Do not fear, I will take care of you."

Like a mother hen, she prodded his limp form with her snout until he slumped forwards and she grasped the back of his shirt. Lifting the back of his tux, and in turn him, into the air, she flowed deeper into the forest.

Dipper swallowed.

How was he going to get out of this one?

The dragon arrived at a ravine and spread her wings, swooping down to the rather large clearing between the sloping hills. She skimmed above the stream running through the location and landed in front of a cave.

Dipper's heart thudded in his chest from the almost roller coaster ride. A thrill raced up his spine and he shuddered as the creature glided into the cave. Great. He was about to be eaten by a thing that technically shouldn't exist.

Once at the farthest end of the cave, she released his shirt and he flopped to the ground. He shivered as the cold seeped through his clothes. Noticing this, the dragon pushed him behind her, wrapping a slender tail around his form, and inhaled. Exhaling, fire blazed from her unhinged jaw, scorching the stone.

The resulting heat wave warmed Dipper, and frightened him. Was she planning to roast him alive?

Panic rising, Dipper could only watch as the dragon paused, studying the blackened stone, before she brought her tail forwards. Placing Dipper on the burnt rock, he blinked in confusion as she nudged him to a wall and curled around his frame. A sound akin to purring reverberated from her chest.

"I will protect you," she murmured, "my little hatchling."

Unsure what to do as the dragon drifted to sleep, and since he couldn't move anyway, he scanned the surprisingly massive cave. Brown eyes widened when his gaze landed upon a towering pile of jewels and gems, ranging from gold crafted items to simple but dazzling stones. He shifted his gaze.

Besides the dragon horde, there was nothing else in the cave except for the scarlet faced human standing at the entrance to the cave.

Dipper blinked. Wait...

"C'mere, hon," Gideon commanded in a whisper. "I'll save you from this infernal beast and bring you back home."

Unbeknownst to either humans, the dragon's ear flap twitched.

"You kidnapped me." Dipper rebuked. "And then leashed me. I'm not going back."

"Bill's dying fast, boy, come back with me now."

"Then the idiot should break the spell so he doesn't."

"Listen here, boy," Gideon hissed, entering the cave. "I will drag you back if it's the–"

The dragon whipped to attention, snarling and baring her teeth. Gideon recoiled and Dipper's jaw dropped as she prowled forwards, tail lashing. Gideon retreated.

"This is my hatchling now." She bared her teeth. "I found him and he is mine. Leave before I kill you."

Gideon cursed beneath his breath. "Damn dragon." He added in a louder tone. "Fine, fine, I'll leave but remember, boy…"

Dipper glared at the young man.

"Bill's death is on your head."

~oOo~

Notes:

Ohhhh my gosh! So many of you lovelies reviewed! Thank you all for your kind words! I'm glad so many of you enjoyed reading the first story in this crazy series! I was worried it'd be too dark but it looks like you guys are made of some pretty stern stuff!

Guest: Massively popular? Ohh my gosh! You flatter me! Thank youu~

Guest: No need for curling up and dying! Though at least you're happy!

Guest: I considered the coven idea, but it wasn't the direction I intended.

ME: Ehhhh, I dunno… writing stories and then regularly posting them for Shots in the Dark takes quite a lot of time! I don't know if I'll be able to juggle regularly posting for Shots in the Dark and Devastation Compilation but I'll see what I can do!

LA DE DA: I think Unfortunate Exploration can stay in Shots in the Dark but Unexpected Affection is definitely going to be moved to Devastation Compilation.

New Reader: Yes and no to double updates. I don't know yet if I'll post regularly to both Shots in the Dark and Devastation Compilation yet.

dipdot: Ahhh! Nooo! Blowing up your brain isn't a good idea! Ha ha ha, but I'm glad you liked it!

Italian and Japanese Guests: Glad you guys liked the story and want more! And I totally didn't have to check google translate to decipher what you said, not at all! (I so did)

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