I feel like if Dipper were ever reincarnated as a demon, he wouldn't fit in super well with the others. Yes, he's been raised to vie for power and step on everyone in his way using whatever means is necessary - it's the same toxic bizz as when he was a human, appealing to gender norms. He's tougher, scarier, more powerful (than ordinary humans, that is), but when it comes to asserting control - being Evil - he doesn't have it in him. Given enough time, I think he'd grow pretty vocal about leaving living things alone. NOT torturing organisms for the hell of it, or stealing people's souls, or conquering planets. Sure, he's a demon. That's no excuse to be a MONSTER.
It's a VERY unpopular opinion amongst neighboring demons, and rumor spreads fast about the Goody Two-Shoed Activist imp raining on everyone's blood-splattered parade, so much so that it makes it to Bill, who's immediately intrigued. Call it intuition, but only one soul's capable of overriding goddamn demon nature for some preachy bullshit about "Doing Good." Lucky for him, demons occupy the same plane of existence, so all it really takes to verify the guy is a snap of his fingers, and POOF! He's floating right next to him. Sure enough, Dipper's fashioned himself a new and improved demonic form, and it is lovely!
No one likes Dipper's kumbaya "Can't We All Just Get Along" ideology, but Bill's almost instantly smitten with the guy, whoever he is, so he's gotta be at least somewhat powerful. Demons take notice when the all-powerful Bill Cipher starts lending his time (and magic?) to some low-leveler like Dipper. Is he being blackmailed? Are they working together? No. Not possible. Bill doesn't "work" with anyone, save for whatever human catches his eye every few decades. Doesn't look to be doing him any benefit, either. The opposite, even. Lending power to a saint like Dipper only makes it harder to cause chaos, after all. Why would he actively go against his OWN best interest to cater some imp's? It's almost like he's. He's.
A henchmen.
(Bill's also 30% more affectionate the first month they reunite, because he still can't believe that his adorable little human husband came back as the same SPECIES as him! He'd never complain over having a sweet human to squeeze, but one with teeth and claws and cute pointy ears doesn't hurt).
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✧˚.⋆ Imagine
♡ You've been spending so much time with the other manimals lately; Playing games with Anon, Camping with Eli, and a certain panther is feeling left out. ♡
You're due to go out with drinks with Eli tonight, but on your way to the door, you hear a soft footstep... That's all the warning you get before a pair of strong hands are coiling around your waist, brushing against your skin through the fabric of your shirt.
A chin nestles into the crook of your neck, and you feel heated, coffee-scented breath drifting over your skin, followed by a deep inhale. His voice rumbles in your ear, achingly soft, but dangerous all the same.
"Where are you going?"
But you're used to Cole's antics by now. You just chuckle, gently grasping his arms and explaining that he has nothing to fear. It's only Eli, and he's a flirt with *everyone*. Those hands on your waist only tighten. He's not letting you go tonight.
"It's been too long since we've spent some time together... You'll stay, right?"
Eli's waiting for you, so you shake your head. You'll just have to dote on Cole some other—
*slam*
You're spun around and pinned to the wall at record speed, and now you can finally see his face, wide-eyed and desperate, pupils slitted like a cat's. The curse *had* left everyone with some weird afflictions.
"You're staying."
He wrenches off his tie with one hand, pinning your wrists with the other. A sharp smile curves his lips, and then he claims yours, surging forward and crushing against you with possessive fervour.
And perhaps, in the distraction, he binds your wrists together with that distinctive red fabric.
You're breathless, and so is he, panting hot and heavy against swollen lips as he bites at them, then mouths down your neck. Of course, he leaves marks, sucking until he's certain of a violet bruise.
He'd deal with Eli soon enough. Right now, he was busy tugging you by the tie around your wrists, stumbling in a vaguely familiar direction with his free hand still tangled in your hair.
You were going to be in for a long night. After all, Cole needed to remind you which of the cursed men you truly belonged to...
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