Note: This story was previously part of my set of oneshots Shots in the Dark.

Summary: Gideon wanted nothing more than revenge against the Pines family. He didn't intend to fall in love with his old flame's brother.

Pairing: Dipeon (one-sided)

Unexpected Affection

Dipper flipped through the weathered journal, gaze absently skimming the familiar words. His eyes settled on one entry in particular and he snorted as a memory from his childhood surfaced.

"The shrinking crystals…" He smoothed a palm over the page. "I can't believe Gideon actually thought Grunkle Stan would know what 'texting' a photo–"

"Hello, Dipper Pines." A southern twang called ominously. "Remember little ol' me?"

Recognizing the voice, but hardly believing the reality, the nineteen year old jerked his focus onto the blue suited stranger looming over him, wielding a flashlight with a crystal shard taped to the–

Oh crap.

Dipper scrambled to his feet. "Wait, don't–"

Gideon, no longer little and very much bigger than him, grinned and flicked on the flashlight. Pink light encased the brunet's form, shrinking him to the size of a hamster. Remembering the last time he'd been forcefully shrunk years ago by Gideon, Dipper lurched to the side in the vain hope he could run and hide.

"Say goodbye, Dipper Pines."

Glass surrounded him and swept him off his feet. He yelped as he dropped to the bottom of the jar and a thud echoed. Twisting, dread churned his gut as he realized Gideon had put on the lid. The teen pounded his fists against the jar's walls, eyes wide as Gideon tucked the container into his suit pocket. Dipper slumped to the glass flooring.

What did the jerk want this time?

~oOo~

As Gideon rummaged through his closet, Dipper pressed himself against the surface of the jar, fear creeping along his spine. From what he could see from atop Gideon's desk, the jerk had grabbed a clean and empty guinea pig cage. Dipper frowned.

What was Gideon going to do with that?

The jerk approached the jar with an eerie grin and Dipper backpedaled. Gideon placed the rodent cage atop the desk and opened the cage's entrance. Grasping the jar, Gideon unscrewed the lid and upended the jar.

Dipper yelped as he slid out of the glass containment and into the cage. Just as he smacked, face first, against the rough floor, Gideon clicked the cage door shut. Dipper scrambled to his feet.

He curled his fists and spat. "You're supposed to be in jail! How'd you–"

"Oh they let me out early for 'good behavior' and really, who can resist my charmin' face?"

Dipper crossed his arms and craned his neck to glare at his abductor. "What do you want?"

Gideon idly checked his nails and breezily explained. "Mabel. The Mystery Shack." He slammed his palm against the desk and growled. "Revenge."

The teen jumped before schooling his features into a scowl. "Prison taught you nothing?"

The jerk had the nerve to laugh. "Prison gave me the time to plan and this time I won't fail. Now stand still while I text a photo to my marshmallow."

Dipper clenched his fists and grit his teeth as his capturer whipped out a phone, tapping the screen until satisfied.

"Annnnd sent. I'll have Mabel and the Shack in no time!"

"She and Stan won't–"

Gideon grinned. "If they're the same as I remember them, then they will. Of course if they don't, then I'll just grab Mabel and take the Shack myself."

Dipper worked his jaw for a moment, speeding through thoughts until he heaved a sigh and turned his back on Gideon, crossing his arms.

"Aw, don't be that way." The jerk laughed. "I've got a job for you to do…"

Dipper growled. "Not a chance."

"Oh I'm sure you'll be willing and if not I can always force you to be willing."

Hearing pages rustling, Dipper whipped around and his eyes widened. "That book–"

"Quite an old spell book that I stumbled across, yes indeed, and my does it have quite the useful arrange of spells. Like enchanting a crown to force someone to–"

Dipper retreated, horrified. "I burned that book! How–"

"Hmm, yes, black magic protecting a book on black magic. Such a mystery." Gideon mocked and Dipper curled his fists, cheeks heating.

"Don't you dare cast a spell from that book! Do you even realize what kind of–"

Ignoring his warnings, Gideon opened a desk drawer and pulled out a black crown, decorated with small animal skulls. Dipper paled.

"That can't be–"

"To be a good little ruler, you must obey the laws." Gideon grinned and pulled out the flashlight. "Especially if the laws are set by me."

The teen backed himself against the cage bars, eyes wide. Oh crud.

Oh crud oh crud oh crud oh crud.

His abductor flicked the flashlight on and shrank the crown to pint-sized. "Now c'mere you little brat, I need a servant to serve my queen and I."

Dipper's heart hammered as Gideon put down the flashlight and opened the cage door to reach in and grab him. He lurched forwards away from the hand. If Gideon really had cast one of the spell book's spells on the crown and then managed to put said crown on him, then he'd be unable to refuse any given commands! He'd be damned if he let Gideon–

The jerk successfully snagged the back of the his shirt and dragged him out of the guinea pig cage and onto the desk. He wriggled as his kidnapper used the other hand to put the tiny crown atop his head.

Dread twisted his gut as the bottom of the glowing crown bit into his scalp and clung on like a parasite. Immediately, Dipper yanked on the crown only to yelp. Tugging on the enchanted jewelry felt the same as someone pulling his hair!

Seeing that he couldn't remove the crown, his abductor grinned and released him. "Now let's test this out…"

Dipper's eyes widened. "No–"

Gideon inhaled. "Tis."

Energy thrummed through his veins and Dipper's muscles clenched then moved on their own. Dipper struggled against the painful pull of the magic flooding from the device atop his head, but the spell overwhelmed his own power and he soon found himself sitting.

He growled. "Gideon!"

The jerk laughed. "It worked! It worked! Now I just need to make one for your sister and I'll have two Pines at my beck and call! Now let's see…"

Gideon snatched a pen and a sheet of paper from atop his desk and hastily scribbled out a few words. "Let's see… Stand would be…"

Dipper ground his teeth. "Don't you–"

"Dnats."

Obediently and against his will, an angry Dipper stood.

Gideon beamed and wrote once more. "Egac ruoy retne."

Muscles working without his consent, Dipper stiffly reentered the cage. Having completed the command, his muscles loosened and he experimentally flexed his sore body. Swearing inwardly, Dipper turned to watch Gideon shut the cage door.

He sent the jerk a heated glare. "You're an–"

Gideon waggled a finger. "Ah ah ah! I can order you to shut your trap."

Dipper cringed but didn't back down. "Just because you have me, Mabel will never–"

The jerk's phone rang. Gideon steadily grinned as he read the message while Dipper steadily paled with anticipation.

"Mabel would be more than happy to swap places with you. What a shame she didn't realize swapping was never part of the deal." The jerk tapped a reply and stood.

"Wait, you can't–"

"Bye Dipper Pines! I'm going to meet my marshmallow and you won't interfere." Gideon paused. "Or…" slowly, he turned. "Perhaps you should tag along… Or maybe you should be put to use in the meantime, hmm…"

Dipper stared, stomach churning.

Gideon snapped his fingers. "I've got it! I can't have my marshmallow coming home to a dirty mansion! You will clean this place…" he paused, probably thinking on how to make a simple task worse, "in a dress."

Dipper recoiled. There was no way–

Gideon returned to the desk and scribbled on the paper. He nodded to himself then unlocked the cage, dragged Dipper out, and put the pint-sized teen onto the floor. Resisting temptation to squash the teen with his nice shoes, Gideon turned the shard on his flashlight and shined the blue light on Dipper.

As he grew, Dipper braced himself to lunge at the teen but the jerk chanted a command before he could move. "Tlah."

Dipper halted and growled out a few colorful expletives. He only stopped biting out swears when he noticed Gideon was being unusually quiet. He looked up at the taller teen.

Gideon breathed. "Oh sweet heavens…"

Dipper scowled. "What?"

"…you're gorgeous."

Dipper stared. "What?"

~oOo~

Notes:

Credit: Idea for this story comes from the reviewer GravityFallsMD over on Shots in the Dark.