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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines
  Additional Tags:
      Dream_Eater_Bill, Sleepless_Dipper, dream_eater_au
  Series:
      Part 2 of Fairy_Tale_Themed_Works
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-04 Completed: 2017-05-27 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5217
****** The Dream Eater ******
by MommaVanillaBear
Summary
     On a sleepless night Dipper sits in bed, wracked with nightmares.
     That is until a demon disguised as a gentleman comes to his window,
     offering him sweet dreams- for a price.
     A price he will take later on.
     *May write a smut scene later*
***** Chapter 1 *****
No one knew where he came from, only that he was a devil in disguise, with
pointed ears and silver tongue, he could charm any poor soul with the sweet
words that came from his lips. With silent footsteps and gentle hands, he
soothed his victim, giving them bliss, giving them dreams sweet as be, yet when
the time came for him to leave, he left only shadows and sleepless night.
He’s a dream eater, as charming as a prince, yet make a deal with him and you
would surely drown.
 
Young Dipper Pines lost track of how many nightmares he had awaken from, far
too many to count, each night nearly the same, waking up with a cold sweat, his
bed sheets tangled about him from his tossing and turning. Each night it took
longer to fall asleep than the last. He never fully knew what he dreamt, only
that he was drowning in a sea of shadows, crying loudly for someone to save
him. Yet no one ever came.
Sitting up in his bed the young teen wrapped his arms around his knees, hugging
them to his chest, his eyes closed tightly to will the fear that creeped
through him to go away. Sleeping in his own room Dipper had no sister to talk
to, no one he could sneak into bed with and hold- his twin sister had her own
room and he his. Counting back from a hundred to quell his fears Dipper never
saw the shadow that fell across the moon lit patch in his room- never heard the
soft tapping at the window until the glass was moved up, the window opening
with a creak.
Turning to the window Dipper stared in terror at a man leaning through his
window- tanned skin with pointed ears and eye the color of gold. With a white
gloved hand the man- no, the demon motioned for Dipper to come over, a request
Dipper found himself unable to deny, his body moving of its own accord, heading
over to the window, his brown eyes widening at the sight.
The demons’ hair was a light butter blonde, falling over one side of his face,
a bit messy in the back as if someone had been running their fingers through
it. His clothes that of someone having been to a funeral- a form fitting black
suite with the black jacket open to show a gold vest, a long white cane at his
side. With the window opened further the demon slipped in, clearly taller than
Dipper, his tanned lips in a whisper of a smile.
“Such a sweet little thing, having nightmares on such a beautiful night,” the
demon cooed, leaning lightly on his cane, leaning over Dipper once the boy sat
on his bed, watching the other closely, unable to stop his cheeks from
blushing. “Such a sweet thing shouldn’t have such nasty dreams- but I, I can
make those nasty dreams go away.”
“Y-you can?”
The demon nodded, licking his lips.
“Dreams are delicious, each a different flavor- of course you caught me on a
night that I’m hungry, so tell me sweet one, shall I give you a lovely dream in
exchange for a meal?”
Dippers fingers worried at the sheet, his cheeks once again dusted pink,
however he nodded, looking up at the demon, a soft whisper sounding.
“Please…what do I need to do?”
“Don’t you worry about that, just go back to sleep and I will do the rest.” The
demon cooed, stepping closer, helping the boy get under the sheet and blanket,
tucking him in, his cold gloved fingers brushing through Dipper’s bangs before
he pressed a kiss to Dipper’s lips. Using his influence to force the other’s
body to fall once more back to sleep, the demon licking his lips in delight.
Stroking his cold gloved fingers through Dipper’s hair and down his cheeks the
demon once more kissed Dipper’s lips, a soft mist emitting from the boys’ mouth
which the demon promptly inhaled, devouring the nightmares that wracked
Dipper’s sleeping mind. With the mist gone and Dipper’s face that of rest, the
demon stood back up, heading to the window, casting the boy one last look
before slipping out.
Surely, he would be back again.
 
And that he was, for not even week later Dipper was once more up with a
nightmare, his body shaking as he moved towards the window, gazing up at the
full moon until he once more saw the shadow of the demon, whispering softly for
him to come give him a dream.
“It seems I’m back again my sweet one, your nightmare last week was most
delicious- but something is amiss, have you called me here to eat yet another?”
The demon practically purred, stepping closer to Dipper when the boy nodded,
fingers once more stroking Dipper’s cheeks. “I’ll give you the sweetest dream
you could ever imagine- but next time I will be wanting more than just a free
meal, do you understand?”
Nodding eagerly, uncaring of the cost, Dipper was once again tucked into bed, a
soft yawn escaping him as the demon worked his magic, this time, he could feel
the soft kisses the demon gave him, the boy giving kisses back until his eye
lids were to heavy and he found himself asleep, dreaming peacefully of cold
fingers and kisses as the demon fed off his nightmares.
 
Not even a night later Dipper sat by the window, fingers resting against the
cool glass of his window, waiting up just a little past midnight for his
‘angel’ to appear, his blanket tucked around him, his breath fogging the window
until he realized the demon once more had arrived, his golden eye full of glee
at the sight.
“My sweet one, have you had a bad dream again?”
“N-no, I- I don’t want to wake up anymore…” Dipper whispered, reaching out with
his hands to hold one of the demon’s. “Please- the dreams you give me- they’re
so much better than anything I could ever think of- so much better than
reality…”
The demon’s eye widened in surprise before his lips fell into a smile.
“I want to dream and never wake up- I want to feel your hands on my cheeks and
your lips on mine…” His cheeks were dark with embarrassment, eyes full of
longing. “Please- won’t you give me a dream I won’t wake up from?”
Very few had asked such a request from the demon, and most received their
dreams; most were found the next day dead in their beds, but this one?
The demon had plans for this one.
“And you are sure this is what you want?”
Dipper nodded, his fingers continuing to hold the demons hand.
With a smile the demon led Dipper to the window, his lips kissing the boy’s
once more before he slipped out, reassuringly helping Dipper through the
window, holding the gasping boy’s hand, knowing full well just how far up they
were. Moving Dipper as if he was weightless the demon had him up in his arms,
carrying him bridal style, fingers closing Dipper’s tired eyes, lips pressing
against his.
 
Were it anyone else the demon would have dropped them, letting them have their
‘eternal sleep’, but this one?
This one was different, he would let the boy have the sweetest of dreams, and
in return the demon will feed off any nightmare that dared to intrude on his
realm.
For he was a dream eater- a demon of illusion and consequence, and was never
going to let Dipper go.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It had been so long ago since Dipper had ‘fallen’, when he strained to remember
that night he could faintly feel a twitch that ran down his spine- he could
just vaguely remember the chill that washed over him, could vaguely feel the
fatigue that slowly brought him to his knees- and then…
Brown brows furrowed in thought, he tried to remember what happened next,
however, it didn’t make a lick of sense to him- he had physically fallen
asleep, and yet he was ‘awake’, forever awake in a dream- he had asked for it,
of course he did- he begged the dream demon to put him under, and yet, he
wasn’t sure if what he felt was truly just an illusion from the dream or what
he might have been feeling body wise physically. It should have worried him- it
would have worried him if it wasn’t for such a long time having passed, or,
what he assumed was a long time. He never could really tell just how much time
came and went- only knowing when the dream demon would visit- something that
didn’t happen quite often, but when the other did Dipper was always eager and
compliant, curling up in the dream demons lap, receiving his gentle hair
pettings and kisses, always listening to Bills stories, of the dreams that the
demon had eaten. Dipper listened intently, his cheek occasionally resting
against Bill’s vest clad chest- at times he would be rewarded with gentle
touches to his neck and chest, however he was never greedy, always grateful for
the touches he did receive.
In time the demon was no longer a mystery to Dipper, having learnt of the
demons name Dipper felt a sense of pride wash over him at having earned such
information- the thought of pleasing the demon that brought him such sweet
dreams was enough to bring a blush to his cheeks and a spring in his step.
Lazing about in the rather large armchair Bill had created for him, Dipper read
through yet another large leather bound book; Dipper had wondered many a time
just how all this could be, that was until he realized that each book- each
item in the world he inhabited was created by the dream demon, most likely that
these books he read were once books that Bill had seen in passing or even
possibly read himself. It brought comfort to Dipper to know just how hard Bill
worked to keep his never ending dream working- to know that each comfort he
found in this realm was created just for him- why would he ever want to wake
up?
Curled up still in his large chair Dipper turned the page in the book he read,
his knees pressed to his chest whilst one arm draped over them, his cheeks
resting against the arm rest of the chair. The dim lighting in the ‘room’
flickered before extinguishing completely, a single large gold eye appearing in
the center before the light once more came to life, the tall and lean body of
Bill standing where the large eye had been. Dressed in his usual black and gold
attire he approached, closing the book Dipper had been reading before placing
it aside onto an appearing arm table, white gloved fingers stroking down the
curve of dipper’s cheeks.
“Good evening Dipper, are you enjoying your dreaming?” The demon cooed, his
voice soft, his smile merely a shadow of a smirk on his lips.
“I would enjoy it more if you visited more often.” Dipper’s cheeks softly
tinged pink at a kiss that was placed on his lips, a soft laugh echoing.
“I will do my best to accommodate such a request.” He nodded, moving Dipper
from the chair as if he were a mere doll, holding him until Bill was able to
sit down, placing Dipper in his lap, fingers resting against his hips. “You
have been stirring quite a bit today- I can feel it when you wander, you made
me use quite a bit of energy today to add more to your dreams, now, how will
you repay me for such a kind action?”
Licking his lips Dipper hummed in mock thought, fingers gently curling against
Bills, bringing the gloved hand to his mouth to kiss.
“What if I gave you a sweet dream for once?” Dipper asked softly, his head
tilting so that he could observe the one eyed demon, his lips once more pressed
to clothed fingers. “You are always giving me such sweet dreams- surely I can
repay you that way.”
Chuckling at the timid words and eyeing the way Dipper’s cheeks once more
colored the demon gave him a nod, fingers tilting Dipper’s chin up in order for
him to press a kiss to his lips. Bill’s spare hand moved down Dipper’s chest
lazily, the shirt and vest that Dipper wore slowly beginning to vanish as if
they were merely fog, leaving Dipper’s chest exposed, an unmarked canvas that
the demon loved to scratch and bite, knowing that each time he did so, he would
always find it once more whole and blemish free once again. With practiced ease
Dipper’s lips parted, his mouth opening for the demons snake like tongue,
feeling the talon like points of Bills nails Dipper remained still, wincing at
the ghostly sensation of pain, feeling the scrapes growing on his chest whilst
his tongue was pinned.
The sensation of pain was soon gone, for a moment Dipper had to focus on
whether or not there had been any discomfort to begin with, his mind pre-
occupied with focusing on the demons movements and kisses- tongue pressing back
against Bills, a whisper of a taste on his tongue before he was forced to open
his eyes once more, gloved hands giving his hips a squeeze.
“Focus on me,” the demon growled in order to catch Dipper’s attention, his
single eye aglow, the space they inhabited darkening, only stopping once Bill’s
eye was the brightest thing in the space. “Good boy, now, move a little closer,
that’s it.”
Moving to face the demon, his legs parting to straddle Bills thighs, Dipper
rested his hands on the soft gold fabric of Bill’s vest, curling his fingers
against it as he once more leant up to kiss him, noses nuzzling for a moment
before lips melted against one another, Dipper’s baby blue eyes closing. Dipper
was once more compliant in leaning forward, the simple tan shorts he wore
melting from his body much like his shirt and vest- had it been anyone else
touching him Dipper would have felt embarrassed; however, it was only Bill- the
only being that Dipper ever had contact with- how could it be wrong?
Nipping the demon’s bottom lip Dipper hummed, his fingers playing with the
smooth buttons that held the gold vest closed, whilst Bills hands rested on his
hips, rocking Dipper forward playfully. More than willing- starved for touches
and reassurance, Dipper nipped the lip again, sucking on the flesh whilst his
hips began to rock without the demons guidance; it was an odd sensation- to be
aroused in a dream, Dipper could feel the sensation, if not just a bit muffled,
his toes curled at the sensation that washed over him once Bill began to trail
his fingers forward from his hips, stroking the length of Dipper’s flaccid
cock, helping in bringing him to hardness with gentle strokes and swipes of his
clothed thumb against the tip. Releasing the lip that he had previously been
sucked on Dipper pressed kisses against Bills lips, kissing just underneath the
demon’s eye before pulling back, a ghost of a moan escaping him at the feeling
of Bills fingers stroking and fisting against his cock.
“To think such a beautiful dream could exist already,” Bill teased, his fingers
fisting the cock a bit firmer, the eerie black of his pupil moving to observe
the boy closer, his free gloved hand moving to stroke the curve of Dipper’s
backside.
“I’m nothing compared to what you can create- I…” Dipper’s eyes grew down
casted, his bottom lip jutting out softly in a sad pout, “I’m sure you give
other’s endless dreams like you do me… people who are better than me…”
A sharp finger was soon pressed to the underside of Dipper’s chin, forcing the
boy to look up, a flinch visible from him once he saw just how angry the demon
looked.
“I do not give the gift of never ending dreams to anyone, you are the only
exception- do not speak of yourself in such a lowly manner, or I may not be so
gentle in my reminder.” Bill growled, pressing his lips to Dipper’s, giving his
bottom lip a sharp bite before licking the ‘injured’ lip. He could feel Dipper
shift closer, could feel the way Dipper’s cock twitched, once more Bill began
to stroke his fingers, his eye watching the dreamer closely. “Am I understood?”
Hesitantly- fearful of causing the other to become once more angry, Dipper
nodded, a soft noise escaping past his lips at the feeling of the hand
tightening around his cock once more. Feeling the hand on his backside once
more return Dipper arched his back to press closer against the dream demon,
Dipper’s cheeks once more dusted pink at the intruding fingers that slipped
between his cheeks- ghost of a shiver running up Dipper’s spine. Taking a deep
breath Dipper knew better than to move or shift, keeping his legs still as well
as resting his hands-on Bill’s clothed chest, forced to feel the tip from one
of Bill’s fingers begin to stroke and prod at his puckered rim- he didn’t have
to look up at Bill to know that the demon was most assuredly smirking, taking
great pleasure in watching Dipper keep from moving. A soft burning was felt
soon after once the demon worked in the finger, the intruding appendage soon
pumping slowly, lazily in time with the movement of the fisting hand; a teasing
hum escaped Bill as both his hand and finger moved in rhythm, a second digit
working its way past the rim of muscle once Dipper soon grew relaxed, this time
a broken moan being heard as well as his hips bucking.
“Such a sweet boy, you always look so much better with a smile on your lips
than a frown.” The dream demon teased, lips pressing to the underside of
Dipper’s jaw whilst he scissor his fingers, the third digit stroking the
stretched hole before being plunged in, “breath, you’re doing so well, my sweet
boy.”
Shifting his hips a soft whine was heard whilst Dipper tried to remain still,
his fingers clutching to the fabric of Bill’s gold vest once he felt the three
fingers beginning to thrust deeply, the hand on his cock stilling much to his
displeasure. Leaning his head back to offer more of his neck and jaw for the
demon to kiss Dipper clenched around the fingers that thrusted inside of him,
his eyes half lidded in ever growing pleasure. All too soon however the fingers
slipped out of him much to Dipper’s disappointment, the teeth that nipped along
his neck were soon replaced with lips, kisses pressed to brush away a bit of
the dull sting that Dipper could feel.
“A sweet dream, you promised me that, did you not?” Bill teased, his hand
moving from Dipper’s cock to softly tug on a lock of his hair, moving back his
lips were set in a shadow of a smirk, eye visibly darkening.
“I- I did.” Dipper whispered softly, watching as the dream demon before him
began to remove his gloves, brown eyes blinking curiously at the sensation of
his bare skin touching Bills. Glancing down in wonderment Dipper’s cheeks
dusted pink once more at the sight of Bill’s bare lower body- it was always an
odd sensation to feel the ‘skin’ contact on his own- a whisper of a sensation
that he found he could become lost in as long as he tuned out the sliver of
cold that tugged on the background of his senses. Stroking his fingers down the
front of Bill’s vest Dipper worked his digits down to the demons bare hips,
noting just how ‘solid’ the other felt, his mind keeping the thought process
going- as long as he thought he could feel the other then he ‘could.’
“Is that something you wish to retract?”
Bills voice was soft, with just a hunt of playfulness at the end, however his
body remained perfectly still, the demons golden hued eye observing Dipper
quietly- were the other to say no then he would stop, even in a reality created
of dreams the demon did not push the other for anything, simply offering the
boy choices and complying to his whims once Dipper would eventually answer.
Catching the way the dreamer shook his head Bill allowed the smug smile to grow
on his lips, hands once more moving to rest on Dipper’s hips.
“Use your words.”
“No… I don’t want to retract what I said.” Dipper admitted after a moment, his
hands shaking with nervousness mixed with anticipation, a kiss being pressed to
his lips to silence him as Bills hands moved to help him move closer, guiding
Dipper’s hips upwards as the dreamer reached behind himself to part his own
cheeks. Nipping Bill’s upper lip Dipper felt his hips being pressed downwards,
his body moving obediently as he relaxed himself enough to begin taking the
thick head of Bill’s cock inside of him- a shadow of pain running through him
before melting back into the sensation of ‘touch’. Releasing the demons lips
Dipper parted his lips for the other to stroke his tongue, his own hands moving
back to hold onto the material of Bill’s vest, his tongue pinned down with
ease; it was a ghost of a nudge that Dipper received before he began to work
his way back down, taking most of the demons rather large cock, his hole
burning at being stretched even more than he was prepared for. A soft pant
escaped Dipper as his fingers fisted the material of Bills vest before
beginning to rock his hips, forcing himself to relax before raising himself
just a few inches before slipping back down, careful to not move too much,
allowing his body time to properly stretch to Bill’s girth; in time, with
kisses pressed to his lips Dipper’s hips rocked once more, hips sliding upwards
to begin to slip off before he thrusted back down, taking up a slow pace of
thrusts and rocking, eyes never leaving Bill’s.
Chuckling softly Bill brought his hand once more to Dipper’s chin, this time
allowing his fingers to stroke the curve before moving his hand to cup the
blushing dreamers cheek, his free hand once against resting on Dipper’s hip,
thumb stroking and kneading a small circle against Dipper’s hip bone. Encasing
Dipper’s lips in a kiss once more the demon took his time in biting the
dreamers bottom lip, pulling the plumped flesh forward before darting his snake
like tongue out to lick the inner side of it; releasing the plumped flesh Bill
worked his tongue past Dipper’s partially parted lips, the tip of his tongue
mapping out Dipper’s teeth before curling and stroking against the bubble gum
sweet tongue the other possessed. It always amazed the demon each time he could
feel and taste the dreamer- each touch was real to him, the flavors
intoxicating- he wondered for a moment if perhaps Dipper could truly feel all
this, or if it was merely just a dream for the other. Keeping himself focused
on the moment Bill pinned Dipper’s tongue down quickly, his hips bucking up to
thrust inside the dreamer deeper, the nail of his thumb digging into Dipper’s
hip. He was a demon, what did he care about such feelings of the other?
Hearing the muffled cry from Dipper, Bill eased up on his thumb, thrusting
slowly in apology whilst his hand slipped from Dipper’s hip to the dreamer’s
cock, his tongue finally easing up on Dippers. Perhaps centuries ago Bill would
have relished in the discomfort he had caused the boy before him- but Dipper
was different than any he had given a dream too, the boy still tasted pure no
matter how many dreams Bill ate from him- no matter how many times he touched
and marked the other, Dipper was just something he couldn’t bring himself to
truly harm. It was a truly odd sensation, and yet, Bill couldn’t bring himself
together to see if he could even try and hurt him.
Hearing the moans from the dreamer Bill began to rock his hips in time with
Dipper’s thrusts, the hand cupping Dipper’s cheeks thumb moving to stroke his
cheek bone as his tongue retracted, the kiss finally broken with a pant.
Slipping his lips down to the juncture of Dipper’s neck and shoulder Bill bit
down to earn yet another cry of pleasure, his hand moving to once more wrap
around Dipper’s cock, fingers teasingly beginning to stroke. Lapping his tongue
against the skin caught between his teeth the demon couldn’t help but growl,
feeling the way Dipper thrusted down upon him quicken as well as the soft
whispers of pleasure that the dreamer moaned and hissed; rewarding him for his
obedience Bill tightened his fingers around the appendage, beginning to stroke
faster, keeping purposely out of rhythm of Dipper’s thrusts much to the boy’s
frustration.
“Now, now, no need to be upset,” Bill smirked as his hand soon fell in rhythm
with Dipper’s thrusts, his gold hued eye rolling up to observe Dipper once more
as he released the skin from his mouth, moving just an inch upwards to mark yet
another piece of Dipper’s neck before he bit at the underside of Dipper’s
jawline. Hearing the grunt of pain Bill eased up on his bites, instead turning
his focus once more on stroking in time with Dipper’s thrusts that became more
erratic with each passing moment, the boys chocolate brown eyes closing half
way as his head lulled back, his own hands fisting desperately at Bill’s gold
threaded vest. Dipper’s breath began to hitch with each swipe felt on the tip
of his cock, Bill’s thumb purposefully moved slow as the fingers stroked down;
with each thrust down Dipper began to clench his inner walls around Bill’s
cock, his thighs trembling as he forced himself to keep pace until he could
feel the familiar warmth bubble and pool in his lower belly, eyes shutting
tightly as he continued to thrust down, pace speeding up in order to fuel his
oncoming orgasm- whispers and whines escaping him until a soft mantra was
heard- pleadings for Bill to move his hand faster- to bite him harder until he
begged for no more.
How could the dream demon deny such a request?
Removing his hold on Dipper’s cheek Bills hand soon took hold of Dipper’s hip,
guiding the boy’s thrusts down harder, deeper until he felt himself fully
sheathed, it was only with this accomplished did he begin to fist Dipper’s cock
harder, his own groan of pleasure sounding at the sensation of Dipper clenching
around his cock tightly, the dreamers back arching once more as he whimpered.
“Need to- please… can I?” Dippers’ voice made little effort to speak in a full
sentence, the boy’s eyes half lidded and glossy, his fingers succeeding in
undoing two of Bills vest buttons.
Giving his answer in the form of a tight squeeze Bill worked his hand faster,
urging the boy to climax as he leant forward to kiss just below his ear lobe,
giving the tender flesh a bite before tugging; he could feel Dipper tighten
around him once more before the boy’s hips bucked, his cock pulsing hard in
Bills hand before he cried out. It was truly like music to Bills ears to hear
the boy cry out his name, fingers fisting the vest hard enough that were they
in the physical world it would tear, the feeling of wet warmth splattering
across Bills fingers as well as hips as Dipper came with a cry, cheeks tinged
red with embarrassment however, that did not stop Bill from continuing to fist
and stroke his hand. Bill’s own hips bucking as he growled out words of praise,
continuing to pleasure the other until he himself felt himself slipping over
the line of climaxing, both clean and cum coated hand holding Dipper’s hips
down as he came with a rough growl of pleasure, forcing Dipper to take all of
him as he pumped him full of cum, feeling the way Dipper gasped and panted,
hands holding him tight enough that his hips would surely be bruised in a mere
minute or two. Releasing his hold on Dipper’s hips Bill pressed a kiss to the
boy’s lips, a brow raised at feeling Dipper’s arms wrap around him.
“Please…don’t go just yet…” Dipper murmured, his voice still soft and airy, his
breathe still coming out as soft pants. “You always leave too soon- won’t you
stay?”
“Do not worry, I will not be going anywhere for a while- I promised I would see
you more often, did I not?”
Thinking it better than to leave the demon nodded, relaxing in the armchair
much to Dipper’s pleasure, the boy still keeping them together, cum barely
trickling from Dipper’s cock plugged hole. Resting his cheek against Bill’s
neck Dipper sighed softly, inhaling the scent of musk and something he could
yet place his finger upon- he wondered if he was only imagining having this
sense of smell.
“Bill- my sister, how are her dreams?” He wondered softly, snuggling closer to
the demon as he felt a hand stroke through his chocolate locks- the skin of his
neck slowly healing despite its previous harsh treatment.
“I am not fully sure.” Bill finally spoke after a moment, his own eye half
lidded- he was thankful that Dipper was not looking at him for he knew that the
other would surely know he was telling a lie. “I am sure she is having sweet
dreams.”
“How long have I been asleep for?”
Bills eyes closed further at the innocent enough question, his fingers
tightening on the lock of hair he held.
“Time loses most meaning for me, however, I would not hazard no more than a
century.” Bill finally whispered, feeling Dipper’s arms tightening around him,
a choked gasp of a sob being heard. “Do not worry Dipper, I will not let your
dreams turn sour.”
“Thank you.” Dipper murmured softly, his eyes closing for just a moment,
relishing in the sensations he could feel unaware of the fate his true physical
form was dealt with.
 
Sitting up by the stars the dream demon watched the various lights of the stars
compete with the city lights below- one leg rested over the other as he sat
adrift in the night, a body of a once budding teenager laid forever asleep in
his lap- the boys skin an ashy pale whilst his face forever rested in a look of
peace- the heat of the body long gone with no signs of life save for the aura
that remained adrift around it, forced to remain there by the dream demon
himself.
Stroking a hand through the dead dreamer’s hair Bill sighed softly- he would
never have the heart to tell him just how many years had actually passed, or
how many nightmares he had eaten from his sister- no, it was best to keep him
in the peaceful dream he eternally inhabited.
Chapter End Notes
     I will admit this is not my best work, I have been fighting mental
     illness lately and honestly it’s been a bit of struggle to even get
     out of bed- so this is just something small and quick I wrote up the
     other night- a requested continuation of my other fic, Dream Eater-
     take it as you will.
     Thank you as always for reading.
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