#billcipherxreader

HEY YOU! YES YOU! Do you crave romance that tastes like someone dropped a Nicholas Sparks novel in a vat of radioactive glitter?! Do you like love stories with emotional trauma, grocery store explosions, and one triangle who once tried to become God but now has to do laundry?!?

THEN CONGRATULATIONS, FLESHSACK! You’ve just stumbled into the most cursed rom-com that legally counts as marriage counseling in twelve dimensions. Welcome to:

“TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART” A fanfic where I, Bill Cipher—chaos deity, triangle fashion icon—am FORCED into a marriage trial with YOU, some dangerously unbothered human with a sarcasm stat higher than my ego.

WHY READ THIS FANFIC? ✔️ It’s got heart! ✔️ It’s got horror! ✔️ And did I mention? I’m in it.

We’re talking existential flirting, legally sanctioned domestic terrorism, and one woman who said “yeah sure, I’ll marry the triangle, what’s the worst that could happen?”

THIS IS NOT A “I CAN FIX HIM” FIC. WE'RE BOTH BROKEN. WE JUST MADE IT WEIRD TOGETHER.🔥

So grab your pajamas, sacrifice a toaster, and dive into the nightmare-romcom you didn’t know you needed. Side effects may include:

Third-degree sarcasm

Unholy shipping

Ford Pines having a midlife crisis

Weekly acts of violence (sanctioned by the Axolotl™)

Me cackling

[AO3 LINK HERE]

For having an incredible grade in every class—you're still lectured often about 'standards' and 'reputation'. It's the same song and dance as always, except this time, you had your very own parasite. Way to make a tedious thing, painful.

Your grandfather goes on and on about the history of the family—how great it is. Next to you, Bill was uncharacteristically silent. Well, either way, it's not like he's visible to other people. You just have to nod your head ever so often and, oh, yeah, there it is. Another jab at how you were making the Northwests look good. You sense movement next to you. From your peripherals—Bill floats over to the side. Guess he finally had enough.

You turned you gaze back. Wouldn't want the 'talk' to last longer for not paying attention. Something catches the corner of your eye. It's ignored. The soft taps and chittering, sounds only audible to you, slowly grow louder. You risk another glance—

Holy Sh–!

Bill had somehow managed to use what limited access he has to the physical plane to draw a rune with dirt. A fire rune. It was almost fully drawn.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64450465

Massive trigger warning for it though, like gore used kinda as a representation of love. Bill being a freak, and other things in between

Oh well!

Y/N deserves a pool day too, okay???

"Wow this thing's deluxe! Two eyes AND a functioning brain! A bit cluttered in here with all the nerdy stuff but HEY I can disassemble the world with this!"

Bill turns his back to the mirror, takes one step and—promptly falls on his face. He looks down, brows knitted, irritated. A book. He was thwarted by a book. Bill gets up. He picks up the book—another theory book. Typical. Yeesh, you were such a nerd. This won't do. He was already stuck with you, Bill can't have you embarassing him too!

(just wanted to share the art I made for this chapter!)

He went quiet.

For once, for real, for painfully long seconds, Bill Cipher had nothing to say.

His aura crackled once, then dimmed, then crackled again like it couldn’t decide whether to explode or implode or just sulk eternally into the breakroom tile. You saw his pupil jitter, the way it always did when something was clawing around behind his ego—a memory maybe, or something worse. It trembled. Flickered. Shifted sideways into symbols. Not words. Not pictures. Just impressions. A series of broken, ancient runes flickering rapid-fire in the lens of him. A hand. A flame. Something flat. He looked like the moment after the explosion—smoke rising, colors wrong, edges too sharp to touch. And you had seen this kind of look before. In mirrors. In others. In yourself, once, on the floor of a stranger’s bathroom while the wallpaper peeled off and the world didn’t. He stared up at you. No tricks. No static smugness. Not even the shrieking gremlin sarcasm he wielded like a chainsaw. Just—quiet. Broken code humming against the tile.

You thought, maybe, if you blinked, he would scatter like light off glass.

But then—

“…You meant it,” he whispered. Not dramatic. Not teasing. Just a single note, cracked.

(Font used: Eregyrn Falls (Bill) <3)

THE HANDS LOOK SO WEIRD THO LMAOOO

HAPPY PRIDE MONTHH!!! In celebration, have more gayyyy!!! Chapter 1 is almost done! Means I gotta go back to writing YETF !

IMPORTANT:

This contains MAJOR SPOILERS if you haven’t read Chapter 20 of "Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part". So if you’re not up to date, I recommend holding off.

Hey hey! I know it’s been a while since the last chapter update (I swear I’m working on it, okay, don't look at me like that), but in the meantime—I made a little treat! 💛

This is a short, slightly interactive PDF gamebook tied to the fic Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part [Bill Cipher x Reader]. It’s not mandatory to enjoy the main story, but it does contain deeper lore, hints, and emotional chaos for those who want to dig a little deeper.

So click around, explore, and enjoy the chaos. It’s mostly emotional damage disguised as a silly game, like all good things are!

📁 Link will take you to a Google Drive PDF. It’s better to download the file first so all the clickable links work properly. If you just view it in the browser, not every function plays nice.