Little Dipper

Domestic

Ford had intended to stay awake the whole night. After all, he was sharing a room with a demon - BILL CIPHER, no less! But, the adrenaline had worn off and the pull of blissful sleep had already started to grip him. And it looked like Bill was asleep with the little one, so maybe if he made sure to be up before Bill was...

Before he knew it, he was woken by the sun shining on his eyes through the silky gold curtains and the house was full of the sounds of children. He sat up quickly and gasped, seeing Bill was already gone. "God DAMN it!" He yelled, grabbing his gun and heading out of the room. "I should NEVER have taken my eyes off him! Who knows what kind of mischief he's gotten himself into!"

He continued to scold himself all the way to the kitchen, where he stopped short and stared. In front of the stove, wearing a golden-yellow and black apron that said "Kiss the Demon" on the front and nicely fit his body as he shifted to grab a plate, was Bill Cipher. World Destroyer, Torturer of Millions, Sadistic Asshole Bill Cipher. And he looked DAMN hot in that apron in this form.

'This is like some really bizarre domestic wet-dream!' Ford thought, stepping back and putting a hand over his face.

"That wasn't a pleasant thought to overhear." He heard the blond boy--Gideon, was it?--say. He turned to see Gideon fastening a familiar magical stone to his bolo tie.

"Pardon?" Ford asked.

Gideon chose not to explain anything, instead looking over at Bill as he was brought over a plate. "Thanks, Bill."

"No problem, Gideon! Once you guys are all fed, I gotta prepare the fish for the lizards." Bill turned and went back to the stove.

"Bill, I want sprinkles in mine!" Mabel--that was her name, right?--came bounding into the room with her brother. "Gideon, you're here!"

"Mabel, darlin'!" Gideon stood up and hugged her before pulling out a chair for her next to him. "Of course I'm here, we always have breakfast together. Oh, mother gave me some brownies for us to share later, and invites you to come over if you want to."

"How's your dad?" Mabel asked.

"He's...not as bad as he usually is." Gideon sighed.

"That's good to hear. How's the potion coming along?" Mabel asked.

"I'm missing an ingredient." Gideon shook his head. "I need to have it shipped to me. Shouldn't be long, though."

"Bill, Grunkle Stan says he's not feeling very hungry and to save him a plate." Dipper said, then tugged on Bill's apron. "Do you think he's upset about yesterday?"

Bill glanced at Ford and then turned to him. "Sixer, what do you want in your pancakes? We've got sprinkles, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, or you could just have it plain."

"Don't call me that." Ford scowled.

"Oh, sorry, Lee." Bill rolled his eye. "So, what do you want?"

"I want nothing to do with your disturbing domestic farce!" Ford turned to storm off, but his stomach rang loud and clear for everyone to hear. "...Do you have blackberries?"

"Blackberries, on it." Bill turned back to the stove. "Oh, Pine Tree, Tad called. He wants to know if we want to join him for sandwiches later."

"Sure!" Dipper nodded.

"How can you all do this?!" Ford asked. "He's a demon!"

"And right now he's making us food, what's your point?" Gideon asked.

"Geez, Ford, can you keep it down?" Stan came into the kitchen, rubbing his head. "You're so loud I could hear you from the other room."

"You're letting a demon live under my roof, and you expect me to be calm?!" Ford snapped.