Banished

                                    

                                          
Summary: After Ford finds out Bill and Dipper are together, Bill is banished from heaven. (Angel AU, mild gore, non-graphic mention of sex)
                          
The angel struggled to stay standing as he watched what played out before him. "Don't turn away Mason!" His great uncle's voice boomed. Bill let out one last hoarse cry as his remaining wing was ripped off. Stanford's face was blank and stoney, showing no trace of emotion. "This man took away your innocence." The arch angel said. Bill was hunched over on his knees, blood trailing down his back. Dipper could still hear his pained gasps for air. "He went against God and gave into sin." Tears dripped down the brunette's face as he made a move towards his lover. "If you're gonna do this to him at least let me hold him first!" He croaked. A strong hand stopped him.
                          
 "Don't."
                          
The young man fought against his great uncle's grip. "I'm just as bad as him! If anything I should be banished too!" Stanford frowned at this. "He manipulated you, Dipper. You're nothing like him." The brunette's face crumpled as he saw two guards drag Bill's limp form towards the portal. The blonde tried to send him a reassuring look but it just pulled at Dipper's heart strings even more. He watched in horror as his boyfriend was pushed into the portal and fell into the twisting darkness.
                          
He wasn't sure how long he grieved for but he remembered Mabel coming to his aid and leading him back to his room. She enveloped him in her wings and they spent what felt like hours with their foreheads resting against one another. She murmured soft comforts of how he would move on, how it was better this way and how Dipper was ok. How he was safe.
                          
Dipper wasn't stupid, he knew that word traveled fast. He knew that everyone else knew. He hated the fact that everyone else avoided him, they skirted around him and didn't make eye contact. The few conversations he'd had with anyone other than Mabel or Stan had been quick and superficial. No one wanted to associate with a sinner, even if he was related to an arch angel. Stanford himself had been quiet, not out of sympathy or guilt, but silent out of disappointment.
                          
The portal was unguarded and open. There were no restrictions on angels leaving heaven, but there was nowhere to go. The portal lead to the seemingly endless limbo; it was no-man's land between heaven and hell. Angels had built up such a fear around Limbo that rarely anyone explored it. There were said to be wingless creatures that roamed it's grounds, yearning for meaning in their bland world. That was the cruelty of exile, an angel was stripped of their purpose and left to rot in a meaningless world. Without their wings there was no way to return.
                          
The first time Dipper flew down he found Bill in a makeshift shift shelter. The fallen angel had used the remnants of old tree trunks to create four pillars. Rubbish was rife so he'd then lashed on sheets of tarp to create some semblance of walls. His bed was just a battered mattress he must've dragged into the shelter, he was sprawled out on said mattress when Dipper landed. He jerked awake when he felt a hand on his shoulder, before relaxing at the sight of his boyfriend. The wounds on Bill's back were only partially healed and were weeping. 
                          
Using the bandages and healing ointment he'd packed in his leather satchel, Dipper dressed the blonde's torso. He had also packed a water bottle and some food, scared that there would be nothing in limbo. Bill assured him that there were some pools of water that, although stagnant, could be purified to drink. There was also a few native plants and animals that would cover the food issue. With a goodbye kiss and a promise that he'd be back, Dipper returned to heaven.
                          
The second time Dipper flew down he found that Bill had changed. His wounds had scarred over, his nails had blackened and elongated and the buds of horns had began to poke out of his skull. He had begun to change into one of the creatures that roamed Limbo. Bill was more irritable than Dipper remembered, a little more unhinged, but they confided in each other. They hugged each other, squashed side by side on the small mattress, talking about their worries. Each time Dipper passed Ford the elder would glare. He knew what his grand-nephew was doing but he couldn't stop him. Even if he tried Dipper would always find a way.
                          
The third time Dipper flew down he found Bill waiting for him. His blackened fingers had now transformed into inches of claws, his eyes had became golden and catlike and his teeth were now razor-sharp. His personality has warped into a more eccentric, cynical version of Bill. This wasn't the man Dipper had fallen in love with, but there was enough left of him to keep Dipper invested and make excitement coil in his gut. Somehow he'd ended up intertwined with Bill, legs wrapped around the man's waist and the wall digging into his back, flushed skin pressed against skin. Pointed teeth and a forked tongue trailed along the angel's throat. "You know that when I do this, you can't go back. Right?" Bill rumbled.
                          
"I don't want to go back. Make me yours!"