“When will ye learn t’ tie yer tie properly, fer cyrin’ out loud! We got a meetin’ comin’ up in five minutes. Now keep yer hands t’ yerself and don’t gimme them big ol’ puppy dog eyes.”
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Anyone else completely stoked that parallel!Fidds and his Ford are husbands?
another quick doodle for @fiddauthor-week-four bc I was thinking
It seems to be that the portal in the Parallel dimension/ABW can be used to access any dimension — or at least, a variety of them…Who’s to say that once Bill is defeated, Parallel Fidds and Ford couldn’t pop in to see how their 46′\ counterparts are doing? Maybe Ford found some kind of force-field spell so they can’t accidentally touch each other and, y’know, implode the universe or whatever.
Fiddauthor “Parallel Fiddauthor/A Better World AU”
I’ve always loved this au so I had a lot of fun with this one! Hope y’all enjoy!
And just so you know I’m accepting Fiddauthor requests till August 4th! And if you’ve already made a request you can expect those to be published soon after I finish up all the week’s prompts!
And you can read this under the cut or on my AO3!
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Fiddleford could only watch as the Stanford gave him one last look before turning around and disappearing through a cosmic tear. Gone forever. It was highly improbable he’d ever see the man again.
As soon as the tear disappeared from existence. His husband opened the door and came in. He’d been following them around at a safe distance he whole time the Stanford was there. And as he rushed into the room Fiddleford knew he’d probably wanted to catch a glimpse of the dimensional tear with his own eyes. But he was too late. It was just the two of them now.
“Fiddleford.” He heard his husband say. “Are you ok?”
Fiddleford sighed and turned around. “I’m fine Stanford.”
His Stanford was much greyer than the young man before. A bit more worn too. But then again, he and Fidds were always a pair so Fiddleford was no spring chicken either.
Still, it was always curious to see that other perspective. Notice things about Stanford he hadn’t when he’d been that age. Like the way his hair curled into a floof. A silver floof now. Or the smile lines he had on his face even before the wrinkles started to form.
That hand he’d known for years now, and hand utterly unique and beautiful came down to and grabbed his arm gently.
“You sure? You look a little shaken.”
He put his hand over Stanford, feeling all the wrinkles and spots along it. “I’m gonna miss him. I hope he does alright. Out there in the multi-verse, all on his lonesome.”
He felt Stanford’s other arm come and wrap around him. “I’m sure he’ll be alright. He may have messed up in the past, but he wants to do better. And I know he will.”
He was trying to sound reassuring. For both their sakes. But they both knew the truth. The world was infinite. In realities. In choices. Heck, in versions of Fidds and Fords and everyone else they ever met! There were so many possibilities. Nothing was certain for the Stanford Fiddleford had temporarily known.
Stanford pulled him quickly from his thoughts. Gesturing to the door. And side by side they walked out together.
“It’s just so strange to think about,” Stanford mused quietly, almost more to himself than Fiddleford. “How there’s an entire world where if I hadn’t listened to you- If Bill…”
“I know…” Fiddleford agreed. The name still gave him shivers. And now that the other Stanford had confirmed his fears… Their whole world, their only home, could have been utterly destroyed. Ripped apart by Bill and cast aside like a ruined toy. “But… But that didn’t happen! We figured out that triangle’s dastardly scheme. None of that happened I our world. None of it…”
“I hope so.” Stanford agreed.
They walked in silence for a few moments. After so many years working as partners and being a couple their minds were synced and they found themselves heading towards their portal laboratory. To ensure the gateway they’d constructed back in their youth was still stable.
After going a few stories down to the lab and running hundreds of tests till they were satisfied, they were able to confirm their portal was still fully functional. And no signs of tampering. And no sign of any demons or any triangular lifeforms trying to contact their dimension.
Fiddleford could breathe a little easier after that. But only a little. There was still a Stanford Pines now wandering through the universe completely alone.
Now that he thought about there might be hundreds… thousands of different Stanfords out there in the world. Trying to find their homes. And how many of them could ever find it?
Stanford must have felt his anxiety still and back towards him from his own spot near the gate generators. He had a grim look on his face. But he still looked towards Fiddleford with worry.
“Are you sure you’re ok?”
Fiddleford sighed, he could feel himself crumple a little. “There’s nothing else we could have done. Not without knowing his coordinates.”
“I wish there was another way to contact other dimensions.” Ford said. Fiddleford could see the gears churning in his head.
“Yeah, a way to identify someone directly by their dimensional origins instead of their genetic code.” Fiddleford mused. “Cause if he were your age, I doubt there’d be anyway to tell the two of you apart!”
“That’s probably be another reason it’s so dangerous for parallel individuals to meet. Even if the universe could allow it, how could you tell everyone apart?”
Fiddleford shrugged, giving their gateway another glance. “Maybe if we ever meet another Stanford we could continue this research. It’d be a shame it all might end here. He was a sweet fella, really fascinating to meet another you.”
“He did provide some interesting discoveries too.” Stanford said. “It turns out we shared nearly identical DNA samples. And from what he claimed we had very similar childhoods. The only differences came later in our lives. And Stanley… I wish I could have discussed with him in person.”
They both knew that was too risky, who knew what it could do to reality and world order if someone saw themselves. But Fiddleford found himself agreeing anyways. At several points the Stanford had said a few words about his old life. His own Fiddleford. And his own brother. He’d tried to be comforting as he could as an outsider. He knew Stanford had been listening in over the speakers, but he never risked saying anything. He wondered if Stanford might have been able to say something more encouraging.
But there wasn’t anything they could do for him now. For now they could only hope.
As they watched their most ambitious project, their magnum opus, Fiddleford said a silent prayer for the wandering Stanford.
That he’d make it back home. That he’d reconcile with his own brother. That he’d reconcile with his own Fiddleford. That he’d find his family.
Fiddleford had no idea what he’d do if he ever lost Stanford. If all those years ago their fall-out had gone much worse. He couldn’t even imagine how it could have gone. But it was enough that Fiddleford realized he’d been squeezing Ford’s arm tighter and tighter.
But he felt Stanford squeeze back and gave him a small smile.
They could only hope that Stanford was doing ok now. And that he would find his way home.
