#nonbinary stanley pines

[poniesart]

this just in: local scammer and newly-minted sailor is nonbinary. big win for nonbinary people everywhere

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

Packing Heat

A Non-binary Stan Pines One-shot (now on AO3)

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“You know what? You're an absolute DICK, Stanford.” Stan's voice growls from the kitchen, catching on syllables in the way it only does when they're fucking furious. Fiddleford peers around the corner warily, spotting the twins facing off in front of the sink.

Ford's expression twists, “I'm fucking trying, Lee! You yourself said this wasn't going to be easy!”

“Save it, I'm done.” Stan turns away, starting for the hallway Fiddleford is currently hiding down. “I'm hot, my back hurts, I popped a hook on my binder fighting a fucking gnome, and this STUPID PACKER SLIPPED AND IS RIDING UP MY GODDAMN ASSCRACK.” With no time to be anything more than vaguely horrified, Fidds watches Stan wrench down their fly, dig around in their underwear and then hurl something across the kitchen at their brother.

Ford catches it instinctively and then drops it with a disgusted yelp. “Stanley that is disgusting. Why is it damp?”

“You're the scientist, you figure it out. I'm taking a shower.” Not even bothering to zip their fly, Stan storms down the hallway. A few moments later Fidds hears the door slam and the shower start sputtering.

“What was that all about?” says Fidds, finally daring to creep into the kitchen. He watches Ford prod a sad damp pile of what looks like socks with his toe before picking it up with a pair of salad tongs.

“I may have accidentally insinuated that Stan was lucky they can't get kicked in the balls.” Ford's shoulders slump. “They're right to be mad I just...” he holds the now clearly-phallic object as far away as physically possible. “I am going to ritually burn this and make them a new one. This is nasty. It may in fact be worse than any jock strap I have ever had the misfortune to encounter.”

“Um.” Fidds starts backing towards the door. “Alright then, Stanferd. You do that, maybe ask Stan what they want or somethin' first... I think I need... I think I hear somethin' rummagin' in the back garbage. Bye!”

He books it down the hall before he can get any more entangled in the twins' fight. Between his best friend and partner... he wants no part of this fight.

Two days later, Stanley leans over at breakfast, pleased as punch.

“Guess what, Fiddlenerd? My balls have racing stripes now, wanna give them a ride?”

Fidds spits his coffee out across the table, Stan's helpless laughter ringing in his ears. On the other side of the kitchen, Ford lowers his face into his hands. “Oh, I may have made a mistake.”

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Stanley Pines has never quite felt comfortable in his own skin, but sometimes a little jump-start is all a journey of self-discovery needs.

General Audiences - Nonbinary Stanley Pines - No Ships but friendships

I wrote this a few weeks ago because I read Free by emjam and was IMMEDIATELY in love with the idea of non-binary Stanley. But their work was the only one that existed so I had to write my own. A lot of this is based on my own experiences as an Enby Person, so like... my take might be different from other people and that's ok.

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

Ford the ask game: air

Ooh, you get the opening paragraph for my next Enby Stan fic. At this point, Stan is not yet out to Ford >.>

“Hey! Drop him!” The words felt like they held physical weight as they sailed through the air at Stan's attacker. Stan winced and hoped that Ford assumed it was from the slimy tentacle wrapped around their ankle.