Aladdin
"How are we feeling, little prince? Comfy?" Dipper was yanked into the arms of the sorcerer by the chains the man had him in. They glowed a powerful gold which promised no escape.
At first Dipper was flustered by the action, but then he became enraged. "No Bill! Let me and my family go! We have only been well to you and this is how you repay us?!" At that, the sorcerer threw the boy away from him and he landed on the floor with a thud.
"Excuse me? You believe your family has shown me decency?! Pine Tree," he said, grabbing the boy's chin. "You are the only one who has ever respected me. You saw that I had power even before that genie over there." Bill nodded over to the genie Stanford who was sitting down with wide eyes as he examined this spectacle. "I want to do something for you now, so please let me." He kissed Dipper on the lips, but the boy then pushed him away even with the restraints on.
"Ever thought that was fear and not respect?! My family doesn't believe in magic; if I ran to them and told them about what you were doing they'd think I'm nuts!" Dipper looked him right in the eye, thinking about what to say next. "But apparently, I should have told them..."
Bill had drawn his lip into a thin line and he clenched his knuckles until they were white. As quick as a flash, he put on a foe smile and started again. "Pine Tree, how would you like to be my queen?" Before Dipper could respond, Bill used the boys chains to tug him closer. He recited a spell under his breath and the chains began to glow, melting off Dipper and coming into being in Bill's hands as a golden tiara. "I want to give you this. I want to give you everything." He held Dipper by his side now, lifting the crown above their heads. "All you have to do, is say yes." He was about to kiss him again, but once more Dipper pushed away.
"I said no!" Dipper didn't want any of this to happen. All he had done was find a lamp in the palace's treasure vault, and when he rubbed it out came a genie. The genie looked strangely like his uncle, Sultan Stanley, and the genie's name was even Stanford! He was going to ask about that later, but first he wanted to use his wishes to find his sister a good match. When he left the lamp alone to get his family, Bill toke it.
Bill was Stanley's head adviser, but only Dipper would see him perform magic. When he was younger he accidentally walked in on Bill doing some and instead of yelling or hurting him, he actually invited him in to watch. Dipper did so for years and Bill came to enjoy his company. Dipper even felt a little something for Bill, but he knew it could never be. When Dipper started to visit less due to things like marriage practices and princely duties, Bill became more possessive of him.
Bill did not only love Dipper, but he also loved power. When he saw Dipper had found the lamp he knew what to do. Using his first wish, he increased his sorcery to become one of the most powerful beings alive. He made himself sultan and he wanted a certain someone to rule beside him. He expected it to be easier than this, but the boy was more difficult than he remembered. Oh well, there was other tactics he could use.
"Okay," Bill said. "Well then take a seat and we can talk about something else." He used some of his magic to blast Dipper to the floor and when the boy was on his back he placed the crown on his stomach. It was heavier than it seemed for it kept Dipper in place when he tried to get up. "I think we should take a little look in the dungeon." Bill waved his hand, an orb appearing and the images of Stanley and Mabel chained to the walls. "I believe there may be two too many people in the dungeon. Maybe I should do away with the extras, hm?"
Dipper's eyes widened, realizing what Bill meant. He wouldn't let his sister and uncle die because of him, he knew what he had to do. "Bill, wait! I'll do it, okay?"
Bill smirked, knowing he had finally won but just wanting to drag the answer out a little longer. "You'll do what, Pine Tree?"
Dipper looked up and into the crowns reflection seeing himself. He looked towards Bill's tall and proud figure looming over and waiting to claim him. He looked to Stanford and how small he seemed, even with all his power. He had grown an attachment to the being, even if it was for a short time. Stanford just shrugged, confusion evident on his usually all knowing face.
Dipper sighed, then said, "I'll be your queen."
"Glad you're seeing things my way. Now put your crown on." Bill pointed toward the object and the weight seemed to have lifted off of him. He picked up the tiara and slowly placed it on his head, eyes closed tight. He felt a warm sensation go through him as the crown touched his head, and when he opened his eyes he felt new. It was a good kind of new, one that made him feel lighter than air.
"How are you feeling?" He heard. Dipper listened to that voice with a great intensity, trying to soak up every word. He looked up, seeing Bill in all his glory. Bill had a delicate smile on his face as he waited for Dipper to answer and he reached a hand down.
Dipper looked at it, then put his hand in it. "Spectacular," he said as he stood.
"Excellent." Bill pushed his bangs aside and placed a kiss on his forehead. Then he brought Dipper to his chest, holding the boy gently in his grasp. "You don't know how much I've longed for you, Pine Tree. Your kind can't marry me, but now we can be together." Dipper hummed into his chest and put his arms around Bill's torso. Bill closed his single eye and began to sway a little with the boy, never wanting this beautiful moment to end.
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And to Dipper, everything seemed like one big moment. Bill showered him with love and affection, constantly kissing and cuddling him. He would give the boy gifts from jewelry to books. Dipper seemed to be enjoying all of it, and Bill knew that once the love was real enough he could take the tiara off Dipper.
One night in bed while Bill held Dipper in his arms and the boy was reading, Bill thought it was a good time to try. He began kissing Dipper's neck and when Dipper started giggling he switched positions to be on top of the boy. Dipper put himself in a good spot while setting his book aside on the large bed. Bill moved his lips to Dipper's mouth and while Dipper began to put his arms around Bill's neck, Bill slowly took the crown off the boy's head.
After that had been done, Dipper slowly opened his eyes and moved back. Bill also backed away and even got off of the bed. He was directly across from Dipper who was now slowly bringing the sheets up to cover his upper body. Before Bill allowed himself to cry he snapped his fingers, willing Dipper asleep and erasing the memory of what just happened. He sat on the bed, hands holding the tiara and crying onto it.
'Why can't he just love me?' He thought to himself.
That was when the genie heard what was happening and appeared outside of the lamp Bill always kept on his nightstand. "What is wrong master?" He asked, concern evident. Bill was a tyrant and if something made him cry it must have been horrible.
"Why does it not work..." Bill muttered out.
"What do you mean?" Asked the genie.
"The stupid tiara. I embedded it with magic, magic strong enough to make the boy fall in love with me. But it does not work. Why?" It was a broken sentence spoken through sobs and pants.
Stanford realized what he meant and moved next to his master. "Master, love magic does not work. Like I said when we met, it cannot make someone fall in love. The love the crown supplies is fake."
"Well then what am I supposed to do?" Bill asked. "I want the boy to love me but I don't know how."
Stanford thought about this, choosing his words wisely. "What if you did not use the tiara on him, but got him to love you for you. Show him your magic, show him all these things you've been doing but without the tiara. I believe that if you hadn't been using the tiara you could have been making some real progress with your relationship."
"So what you're saying is don't use the tiara, and just get him to love me for real?" Bill had always used magic to get what he wanted and not being able to use it now irked him.
"Yes, but it has to be natural. Make sure he's falling in love with you. I promise you master, it will work." The genie became a cloud of smoke and receded back into his lamp.
Bill contemplated this, then looked back to Dipper. "I really love you, Pine Tree," he whispered to himself. "And I promise you will know it."
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Bill locked the tiara away in the palace's treasure room, wanting to keep it hidden for as long as possible. When Dipper woke up the next morning, Bill respectfully kept his distance on the other side of the bed. The boy felt like something was wrong and when he put his hand on his head he realized the tiara he was usually wearing was missing. The weight on his head, which somehow made him feel lighter, was no longer there.
Bill stirred awake and moved to face Dipper. "Good morning Pine Tree." Dipper looked Bill over and the way he moved was completely beautiful. "Did you sleep well?"
"...Um, yes," came Dipper's slow reply. "And you?"
Bill shrugged. "Well enough. I'm going to start the day, will you come?" Dipper thought this over. Everything felt different, but it was a good kind of different.
"Sure." Bill began to move up, but before he got far Dipper spoke again. "But could we stay in bed, just a little while longer?"
Bill had a small smile on his face. "I don't see why not." He put his head back on the pillow and looked up to the ceiling. He felt the weight shift on the other side of the bed as Dipper scooted over.
"May I?" Came the boy's small question.
"Of course, my prince." Dipper put his arms around Bill's bare torso and snuggled into his chest. Bill brought one arm around Dipper's side and absorbed the moment. This was the real Dipper, and he loved him even more.