Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ford Gleeful | Reverse Ford Pines/Fiddleford M. Hadron | Reverse Fiddleford H. McGucket
Characters: Ford Gleeful | Reverse Ford Pines, Fiddleford M. Hadron | Reverse Fiddleford H. McGucket
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, kind of?, enemies to frenemies to sort of lovers but not really I guess, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - College/University, University, The beef is ON SIGHT, Rev!Fiddleford is hella rich, I'll add more tags as i go, Death Threats, Eventual Emma May/Fiddleford, Jealousy, Alternate Universe - Reverse Falls | Reverse Pines (Gravity Falls), Fiddleford H. McGucket-centric
Summary:
Fiddleford M. Hadron was used to throwing money at all of life's problems. But what happens when your biggest problem is your annoying(ly hot) roommate who you can't get rid of becomes your number one arch-nemesis?
Fic name: Reflection
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Au: Reverse!Falls
Pairing: Fiddauthor
Genre: Psychological Horror
Rating: G
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16074368
Authors note: Shout out to @grig9700 and LinVirtual for beta reading and helping me edit this fic.
Another shout out to @nowitsdecaf for letting me ramble to them until I figured out the end for this fic and the plot. And also for encouraging me.
Been meaning to finish this for a couple months now.
This fic features Stanford Gleeful and Fiddleford from my blog @tentoftelepathy
Summary: Not everything is what it seems at the Gleeful manor. Can we really trust our own eyes?
Stanford slowly learns that lesson and what a hard lesson it is.
Just a small little ficlet about Stanford Gleeful and his descent to madness.
Stanford limped into one of the mansion's many hallways while letting out a faint grunt every few steps. Despite his condition, his appearance remained intimidating and foreboding. The white fleecy fur on his collar was puffed perfectly his suit well pressed.
He eyed the walls wearily every once in a while, taking note that everything looked right. The walls were still colored marble with gorgeous rich blue cloths adorning them, and the carpets still fluffy and white.
There was a sinister air about the man that wasn't just in his appearance. The sheer aura he gave off, even in his current state, was enough to make the most aggressive junkyard dog cower in fear.
Stanford Gleeful was not a man to be messed with, he’d made that very clear many times. He strode his way through the mansion's large halls to make sure things were kept up properly. After all, now that he was down a guard he'd have to make sure it was done right himself. Even if that meant he had to power through the agony he was in right now.
His weary eyes studied each room, making sure not a single thing was out a place. Not even a speck of dust would escape his intense gaze. One small thing out of place and the man would be the first to know about it after all. Stanford was a man of order, a man who lived by strict rules.
'So far so good' he thought to himself as he walked by a massive mirror hung upon the wall. Ford froze suddenly and shuddered as he turned to look into it. A cold chill running down his spine as he got a foreboding feeling deep within. The mirror looked utterly pristine. Its beauty gave off an otherworldly feeling as if one could simply reach out and dip their fingers into another world. He had to at least admit that the demon was good for something. Though it wasn't the state of the mirror that caught his gaze.
The old man couldn't help but stare at his reflection, his expression stoic as he eyed the old weathered silver edges of the mirror. His gaze returning back to the glass as the corners of his mouth turned down.
"..."
Of course, he should be used to this by now. His eyes had never looked human ,his pupils the shapes of plus signs. Even with glamour, he couldn't conceal it from the object before him. Not that he really needed to these days with his self-imposed seclusion.
Eyeing himself in the mirror he could see his pupils dilating. Be it from terror or anxiety he didn't know. All the man could tell was he didn't feel right, he never liked this stupid antique mirror, and he didn't know why Fiddleford had insisted they'd hang it up.
He didn't see any point in it but if it made his partner happy he'd grin and bear it. Though for a second he thought he could see something in the reflection of the glass. Something small that caught his eye. Leaning in for a closer look he could hear shuffling footsteps behind him.
That sound was familiar of course, Fiddleford was coming down the hall. He'd recognize that sound anywhere though he found he frankly couldn't look away from the mirror despite this. Gazing into his own eyes reflected back at him. His lips turning down once again as a few of his pointed teeth displayed. His forked tongue poking out in a grimace as he grumbled under his breath.
"Stanfurd?"
He found himself leaning in closer to the mirror to get a better look, having paused mid-lick. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Stanfurd what's wrong..."
"Oh, it's you.." He sounded relieved when he realized it was just Fiddleford. He'd nearly bit his tongue from that and clearly, that was the last thing he needed to have happen right now.
"Ya should be in bed hon" The scientist frowned as he looked over his lover. Stanford had clearly seen better days. He looked drained and haggard. Especially these last few days. The bags under his eyes looked worse than usual, growing darker still. The shine in them had long flickered out and his usually straight posture had suffered, making him look older.
"What on earth we're ya lookin' at so intensely. Ah was callin' ya for over five minutes"
Stanford frowned at Fiddleford's words. What did he mean by that? How could he make jokes at a time like this? Ford sighed as he turned back to the mirror. Scowling at the old antique again as he rolled his eyes. "That mirror you made me hang up ages ago... I still don't know why I let you talk me into it," He mumbled.
Taking a moment to gaze at the reflection they both left as he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Leaning into his beloved with a weary sigh.
"Hon... there ain't no mirror there. Ah nevah asked ya to hang one up.."
However big, however small
Let me be a part of it all.
Share your dreams with me.
You may be right, you may be wrong,
But say that you'll bring me along
To the world you see!
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Ford had been walking with a brand new spring in his step since his brother's return, and they were constantly together making plans. Fiddleford watched him as he worked, admiring his elusive smile, and felt a warmth he'd tried to deny for two years now. Ever since his brother's death, Ford hadn't been open to the idea of love, but...maybe now?
He waited until Ford was alone to approach him, carrying some data for him to look over. "Stanford." He said, prompting the man look up from his Journal.
"Ah, good. Thank you, Fiddleford." He reached for the data.
"Stanford, I'd like to talk to you, before you get inta this." Fiddleford set it to the side and knelt down, looking him in the eyes. "Ya know how much I care for you. I would do anything for you, even die for you."
Stanford looked at him thoughtfully. "Yes...you have said that."
"I only ask one thing of you." Fiddleford took his hands in his. "Your heart, your life, your company, until death do we part." He said earnestly. "Marry me, Stanford. I love you."
"Fiddleford..." Stanford pulled one of his hands free and placed it on Fiddleford's cheek with a smile. "Are you sure? You could have anyone, you know."
"I don't want anyone. I want you. Even if I have to share you with that damn demon, I want to be with you in matrimony." Fiddleford said, holding his hand a bit tighter. "I love you."
"Well..." Stanford looked thoughtful again.
"Not to interrupt, but I am a registered minister." Stanley said, leaning on the doorway and grinning. "I could marry you two, if that's what you want, Stanford."
"Well, then I don't see any reason to say no. I mean, I enjoy your company, you're smart, funny, and the only thing I dislike about you is that infernal banjo, but I can learn to like it." Stanford looked from Stan to Fiddleford, then pulled Fiddlford to his feet and looked up at him. "I will marry you, Fiddleford Hadron McGucket."
Fiddleford smiled brightly before throwing his arms around the other man. "I love you, Stanford!”
"I'll go get what we need. Where do you want the ceremony?" Stanley asked.
"How about in the tent?" Stanford grinned.
"Tent?" Fiddleford asked, looking surprised.
"Oh, yeah. While you were in the lab, we set up a tent for performing in!" Stanley straightened up and left the room.
Stanford cupped Fiddleford's cheek again and then pulled him close to kiss him. "This is the start of the rest of our lives, Fiddleford. I'm surprised you held off on asking me this long, really."
"Well, I didn't want to ask while you were grievin'." Fiddleford admitted.
"How thoughtful of you. You always take such good care of my heart. Please do so from now on as well." He stood up, still holding Fiddleford's hand, and led him out of the room. "William, I need two silver wedding bands. Go get them." He ordered the demon as he walked Fiddleford past him.
William bowed silently and then vanished in a burst of gold fire.
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Some good ol' Reverse FiddAuthor, because these two are such cute husbands. Stanley approves of anything that makes his brother happy, even if it comes to banjos. XD Who says evil, sadistic megalomaniacs can't find love?
