#parallel fiddauthor

[koralin-evilcry]

Gorgeous husbands💙🏳️‍🌈✨

Help, I love them so much!!!!!!😭😭😭

[abyssalzones]

idk man

(and credit to divorcedfiddleford for the video that inspired the first drawing)

giving additional context for some of these

3rd pic: So I have some very specific thoughts on how the "a better world" stuff all plays out but namely I don't think it was a.... painless or easy process trying to get bill out of both their dimension and ford's head. I think it's better if it's ambiguous

4th: more parallel ford including eye injury detail, he's in his 40's here

5th: okay now I'm really getting off the rails but please god bear with me. along the lines of "things probably didn't get easier right away if bill was still threatening parallel ford" I had this crazy 3 am thought of "oh man what if ford voluntarily had fiddleford erase something from his mind so he could come to terms with it Later when they weren't pressed for time." if the situation was dire enough for ford (say, leaving him unable to sleep or focus on protecting their dimension from bill) I think he could very well have been pushed to use the memory gun. then again maybe I'm insane

6: this is parallel fidds again sorry I'm obsessed with him helping ford build a fucking death ray to destroy bill

8: this has some dialogue I thought about when I was fleshing out jheselbraum for a waaay future ad astra chapter but I ended up cutting it. sad

[zephrunsimperium]

is Knowing Me, Knowing You a romantic billford story? what kind of story is it, actually? it looks interesting but I’m afraid to read any type of billford in fear of it being… not the best. what do you think of the ship, actually, since you’re such a fidduathor fan? also, does it end okay, even when incomplete? I have a lot of questions about the fic tbh. too scared to read it tho lol

Whooooo boy do I have a lot to say about this... I highly encourage everyone to read this entire post.

So, my thoughts on BillFord are extremely complicated. I am, first and foremost, a FiddAuthor shipper. That is the ship I consider canon and I even headcanon Bill to be aroace and actively encourage Ford and Fidds to get together because Ford needs to get over stupid societal homophobia plus it's fun to wear down the human's moral compass about hitting on a married man.

BillFord is a FASCINATING concept and it's not hard to see why the ship is as popular as it is despite the (well-deserved) stigma; a lot of things between them that can be read as fuel to the shipping fire. (ie the hair ruffles, the nose flick, the nicknames, the gold statue, the piano serenade, Ford being attracted to the strange, Bill offering to make Ford "one of us," even the possibly kinky undertones of glowy blue chains and bodily possession)

But the problem is that the ship can get very nasty very fast. Make no mistake, what Bill does to Ford is abuse. He is manipulative and violent and cruel. "Mystery bruises?" Literally torturing Ford on screen? Driving a wedge between Ford and his support system to the point that he has extreme trouble trusting people? Preying upon Ford's insecurities about being a freak? That is horrifying stuff, in particular because of how clear the parallels are to real world abuse.

With that in mind, let me talk about KMKY. I loved this fic to pieces. It’s written and organized incredibly well with a good mix of humor, sentiment, tragedy, and villainy without ever feeling off-balance tonally. The best thing about this fic, however, is the mature and nuanced themes about abuse: how hard it is to still love your abuser even when you start realizing that they're as bad as they are, accepting that you're a victim and have no reason to apologize, how an abuser's own trauma isn't an excuse for their actions. I really appreciate that the author has sympathy for Bill while still clearly acknowledging that "hey, what Bill did to Ford was abuse and Ford doesn't have to forgive him, much less take him back." A lesser writer would force Bill and Ford together, but that's not what happens because it's not what should happen.

So, for anyone who is interested in reading it... The gist of it is that instead of inviting Fiddleford to work on the portal, Ford makes a body for Bill to assist in person. The first 33 chapters develop their relationship (ft. Fiddleford being confused and stressed) and then Ford finds out Bill has been lying and eventually goes through the portal. It is very much a romance but the writing is so good that there are times when it's genuinely heartbreaking that the two of them won't work out.

I would definitely say that Bill is the main character (even though Ford has a significant amount of viewpoint time and he's the one you're supposed to root for) because he's the one who changes throughout the story. It's not a positive change, but it is an extremely compelling character arc. The characterization of Bill in this fic is particularly cool to me because he’s definitely a complete person, but he’s very clearly inhuman.

A little preview/incentive to read it: all of Bill’s underlings have individual personalities, Jheselbraum is a super important character and her characterization is... really cool (that's not a good description, but I was in love with it), the worldbuilding of all the places Ford visits in the multiverse was really cool and fun, there are great OCs like Wendy's mom, this mob boss guy that is a delight to hate, and a sarcastic kick-ass alien lady, Bill's backstory is really impactful, Pyronica is a bad bitch, Bill and Ford fight zombies while We Go Together from Grease plays in the background, there are cool themes about enjoying the mundane things in life and how society treats the Strange, and well-written humor that had me laughing out loud constantly. For as long as it is, all of it was extremely memorable and hardly any of it felt like filler. (I will warn you if you choose to read it, there is some serious steam.)

As for the ending... I totally understand why the author stopped writing it. They were trying to make it canon-compliant, but by the time it caught up to the show it was very clear that adhering to the canon material was holding them back. They did their best, but I could tell they weren't enjoying writing it and if you're not enjoying your art, then I don't think it's worth doing.

Wow that was a long post. Thanks so much for the ask, Anon! I hope this was a satisfying response!

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

DO YOU LIKE:

BORDERLANDS?

HEALTHY LOVING RELATIONSHIPS FULL OF UNDERSTANDING AND COMMUNICATION?

GAY MARRIAGE?

GUNS?

GUN-BASED GAY MARRIAGE PROPOSALS?

OPPOSITES ATTRACT DYNAMICS?

DISABLED4DISABLED COUPLES?

MAJESTIC FACIAL HAIR?

REFINED GENTLEMEN?

VINTAGE AESTHETICS/STEAMPUNK, ESPECIALLY WHERE IT DOESN'T SEEM TO BELONG?

SILLY FOREIGN ACCENTS?

PARALLELS THAT MAKE ME CRY?

CTHULHU?

MASSIVELY UNDERRATED SHIPS?

BEARS (THE GAY KIND)?

OLD MEN YAOI?

CANON OLD MEN YAOI?

CANON OLD MEN BARA?

THEN VOTE FOR SIR ALISTAIR HAMMERLOCK-JAKOBS/WAINWRIGHT DEL FRISCO JAKOBS-HAMMERLOCK IN @gayelderstourney ‼️

also: good luck to heavymedic, viking vines, boomer and fiddauthor <3

[fiddsandfordart]

One of my headcanons is that Fidds and Ford were only a couple in the parallel dimension, so this is how I imagine Fiddleford figured out that original Ford wasn’t his Ford...

[krokonoko]

“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?

[biteinsane]

For day 6 of @fiddauthor-week-four! Parallel fiddauthor/a better world au!

I also wrote a thing for this!

[standforford]

redid my parallel fiddauthor moodboard 

[inktheblot]

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.

[siodymph]

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!

word count: 1073

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.

[thatabitcryptic]

How do you think fidds and fords relationship developed over the years? Like from college to marriage(May and Fidds) to portal partners to enemys to lovers etc. I have my own headcanons but I want to know what you think!

O o o o o o o ok I am a sap so uhh here we go

So during college I don’t really think they had an established romantic relationship,, I personally like to think it started out with ford disliking fidds with. A. Passion.

He’s stuck in the worst University, in the worst dormitory, with the worst roommate.

Fiddleford played banjo almost every night which distracted him from his study. He was loud and rowdy, trying to make conversation when ford was clearly busy and not interested. He was just a southern hick who didn’t take lessons seriously and in Ford’s opinion was wasting his time here.

Until... (please forgive me idk how American schooling works let alone college lmao) end of term exams (I feel like their called finals?? I haven’t a clue tbh) ford starts to push himself harder and harder in class because he can’t fail he can’t he has to prove he’s not just some freak no one wants but he can’t do it he can’t focus it’s all too much he’s going to fail. Everything’s all wrong. He’s missing Stan something.

Fidds sees him struggling to study. Ford’s restless in his chair, grumbling to himself, wiping his tears eyes and he’s standing up and pacing. So fidds, the kind soul that he is, asks what’s wrong to only be met with ford leaning in close and yelling at him about how it’s all his fault he’s failing with his ‘hick southern quirks’ keeping him from concentrating. I hc fidds to be very sensitive about his accent and upbringing when he was younger so this is a heavy blow. Ford sees his face shift from confusion to anger to anxiety and he feels terrible. Uh yeah next he breaks down into fidds’ chest soaking his shirt and just repeating how sorry he is.

Fiddleford comforts him and immediately forgives him bc he is clearly remorseful and tbh fidds just be like that. After ford calms down he starts freaking out again because he’s got exams coming up and he’s not going to do very well. So fiddy boy offers to help but ford is doubtful... and fidds can see it on his face. So he goes and grabs a little knickknack he had been working on (idk what it is but it’s very impressive to ford)

Fidds help him pass all his classes with flying colours. This is when ford realises that he’s gay. However my guy has some internalised homophobia.

Anyway now that they are on better terms they start to hang out and goof around as college buddy’s. If ford gets stressed fidds notices and rests a hand on his shoulder. Ford is very not straight. Also it’s canon that they stay up late and talk about the future which is sweet so that happens.

Okay so college kinda goes like that nothing explicit but lots of pining (hehe) from both sides - fidds is also a flustered mess but ford is blind to it bc there’s no way he would like me back but I’m not gay so it does matter ahaha (ford has lots of emotions)

So fidds’ marriage uhhhh I don’t really have anything positive to say here except for tate so idk

Emma-may. I don’t think she’s all too great considering she left fidds when he needed her most. Also I do think fidds was attracted too her at some point but I don’t think he was ever in love with her. He just got married and had Tate because that’s what you did back then, got married settled down and had kids.

(Oh to set it in the timeline this would be after college when ford was researching gravity falls alone - so the invitation to be the best man at the wedding was heart breaking for him bc he had no clue who this Emma-may was and he felt more alone than he ever had since Stan was kicked out.)

Next portal era!!

Ford doesn’t want to drag fidds away from his family but he needs his help. Ruh roh his feelings resurface and just a heck of a lot of pining.

Fidds and may are going through a rough patch (uhhhh she’s cheating oof) so he is super excited to see ford, to sort of get away for a bit - I like to think they filed for a divorce right before Ford’s call.

Again ford and fidds’ relationship doesn’t become offical but they are both yearning SO MUCH. Oh what Fidds is designing the bunker? oh what he can only fit one bed down there?? Welp Ford’s fine with that bc he’s not gay,, it’s not gay to blush when you homie puts his head on your hair. (Lots of ford waking up to being hugged and he’s fine with that bc ...they’re just friends)

Also fidds is like sad bc his marriage failed so ford is awkwardly trying to cheer him up while also seeing an opening but he represses that’s bc it’s insensitive and he’s totally straight .

Canon blah blah blah

(also may stinks bc even tho you are getting divorced you don't give up on someone who’s going through a huge storm,, especially if he’s the father of your son but idk that’s just my thoughts)

Now 30yrs later. Ford and fidds get together and finally get married :D I have too many ideas about how this could happen so idk but is very fluffy and soft

Okay ahahaha those are my thoughts and I have more small details about them during the portal era I didn’t put in because this is already VERY l o n g.

[athgalla-arts]

Iylmcc continues on, this time with Ford meeting parallel Fidds!

[batberryboo]

parallel fidds + ford, and a silly fake newspaper that took me an embarrassingly long time to make

(i think fidds would be more timid when it comes to having his picture taken whereas ford warms up to it pretty quickly haha)

[thepocetartist]

Peeking into other dimension’s… you might see something … 

[amessicle]

parallel fiddauthor for @tortoisefeet !!

[koscheyyy]

Fiddleford appreciation month Day 3

This ones based on some head canons by @danvssomethingorother such as junior being a dog of hell hound species and that in the parallel dimension after a long while Stan and Ford have settled things out. Also trans Fidd because why not>> implied trans male pregnancy.

The night was calm and peaceful, moonlight was streaming in through the blinds of their bedroom. Stanford and Fiddleford were sleeping side by side but not as serenely as one would think. Fiddleford's face had contorted into a frown and he began to jostle in his sleep. He made small whimpers of distress as his eyes began to water. Ford awoke to the strange sounds and sat over Fidd's body. "Fiddleford..." he whispered quietly and gently shook his shoulder.

Fiddleford burst to life, sitting bolt upright. Flinging the covers off of him and making ford jump back in surprise. "TATE!" He screamed and clawed out in front of him before noticing were he was. "Fidd.." Ford's quiet whisper came from behind him, making him turn to see Stanford's face. Tears still rolling down his face, his breathing started to speed up once again. His hiccuped breaths warned Stanford he was about to have panic attack. Ford instantly pulled him in for a hug. The frail man latched onto him and tried hard to control his breathing. Ford stroked his head and quietly held him, wearily glancing up at the toddlers cot across the room. Luckily Tate was still alseep. Stanford cradled him in his arms as he regained his breathing and his shaking ceased. Fiddleford gripped onto Ford's shoulder, letting the tears flow freely down his cheeks. He hiccuped and snivelled as he calmed down. Stanford sat beside him and held him closely to his chest.

After a while of just calming down Ford loosened his hold on Fiddleford and let him sit up by himself. Fidd wiped his tear stained cheeks and smiled at Ford. "What was it about this time, dear?" Stanford asked, patting him on the shoulder. Fidd shivered as his mind remembered his awful nightmare. "Bill, he-he he had Tate. An-and I tried to-to stop it b-but...I...I-I" "Okay, I understand, it's all fine. I'm here, Tate is in his cot. You are safe, he's safe, were all safe, okay?" Stanford informed before pecking him on the cheek. Fidd smiled weakly, peering over to Tate's cot. He saw his little chest rise and fall in his slumber. It's amazing how he didn't wake up after Fidd's panic attack. He felt Ford's large six-fingered hand stroke his back for reassurance. The southerner let out a small sigh of content before relaxing and laying back onto the mattress. "Feel better?" Stanford asked and brushed some hair out of Fidd's face. "Yes, thank ya honey" he smiled and kissed Ford on the lips. "Goodnight" "Goodnight"

Stanford watched silently as his partner settled back into a peaceful slumber. He watched his chest rise and fall, listened to his content breathing and smiled at how happy he looked but something nagged at Stanford. Fidd was getting much better at remembering and dealing with his anxiety, especially during the pregnancy but maybe their was some other way to help Fidd feel more at ease. The thought swirled in his mind for a while before he came up with an idea. Apparently dogs were great at helping deal with mental disorders. Would Fidd want a dog? Maybe a small one so it wouldn't be too much of a hassle. Where would he get a dog from? Stanley would probably know someone, yeah. Happy with his plan he settled down and slept next to his husband.

The morning appeared almost to quickly and before he knew it Stanford was cooking breakfast for his partner and Fidd was bottle feeding their small child at the dinning table. Stanford went over the plans he made last night in his mind before realising he was burning the eggs. The oil sizzled and popped until some splashed on his fingers. He jumped back in surprise, making Fidd look up at him. "Son of a -" "Stanford!"

Ford glanced over at his husband who was giving him a look that could kill. Fidd glared at him before flicking his eyes down at the child in his arms and back up to Stanford. Ford gave a small, apologetic look toward his husband before caring for the still burning eggs. Fidd rolled his eyes and focused on the small bundle in his arms.

Tate was reaching out for the bottle that was taken from him. Fidd smiled down at him and gently eased the nipple of the bottle back into his mouth. Watching with joy as he grasped hold of the bottle with both of his little hands. He was such a clever little one. Fiddleford fussed and cooed at him in a soft voice. "There you go, Fidd" Ford stated as he placed the slightly burnt breakfast on the table before him. Fiddleford looked up to see Ford standing over him, admiring their son. "You best get going to the institute or you'll be late" Fiddleford stated as he got up and held Tate on his shoulder. Stanford looked up at the clock to see it was half eight. Usually he'd go in earlier but since Tate arrived he's been staying a little later in the mornings. "Oh yes...I will see you this evening, I think Stanley may be coming up tonight as well" he stated whilst putting on his coat. "Okay and please don't get caught on fire again" he chuckled as he patted Tate on the back, waiting for him to burp. "I'll try not to" Ford smiled as he closed the gap between them and pecked him in the cheek. "Bye" "Bye darlin',"

It was nearing half six in the evening, the sun was was just beginning to set behind the horizon. Fiddleford sat at the dinning room table, wiring some circuits together for his new invention. Even though he stayed home to care for Tate it didn't mean he couldn't work still. Speaking of Tate, the small child was sleeping contently in his cot. Fidd was happily soldering away, the baby monitor always within ear shot of his work, until he heard a knock at the front door. It sounded like big fists trying to be as careful as possible to knock on the oak door, must be Stanley. Fiddleford turned off the soldering iron and got up from his desk to answer the door.

As he approached the front door he swore he heard impatient shuffling and Stan telling someone to 'shut up' or 'stop!'. Who on earth could he be talking too? Fiddleford shrugged it off as nothing and twisted the doorknob.

He was knocked over by the shear force of the door opening as something large pushed into the house. Some giant creature was sitting on top of him. It was massive, hairy and very heavy. Fiddleford struggled to keep the mystery creature from licking his face, giving small groans as he shielded himself. "Ahh! Fidd! Sorry! Sorry!" Stanley's apologetic cries came from above him before prising the massive creature off of his thin body. As the weight was lifted from his chest Fidd finally got a clear look on the creature that had just landed on him. It was a dog. A massive dog. It looked like a black Alsatian but it had red marks under its eyes and along its fur. It's massive tongue was lolling out of its mouth whilst panting by Stan's feet. "Umm...surprise!" Stan cheered as he helped Fidd to his feet, extending a hand out for him. "What?.." Fidd asked as he got to his feet and dusted himself off, eyes focused on the dog. "Didn't Ford say-" "Fidd! I'm home! I brought some more solder for- holy Moses! What is that!?" Stanford interrupted as he entered the house, exclaiming in surprise of the giant canine in his house. Stan looked at him in confusion. "What? you said get a dog!" Stanley argued as he turned toward his twin. Fiddleford looked up at his husband quizzically. Wait Ford wanted to get him a dog? "Yes a dog! Like a little chihuahua or something not a fucking bear!" Stanford exclaimed, pointing down at the dog, which was now lying comfortably on the floor. Fiddleford smiled at him. He was kinda cute, one ear flopped whilst the other stayed poised, that was sweet and he is really fluffy. Before Fiddleford knew it he was kneeling beside the dog and gently stroking his slightly knotted fur. It was so soft and really warm. The more he stroked the more he sensed to relax and tune out of the conflict happening above him.

Stanford and Stanley were still bickering in the doorway about the dog well after Fidd had sunk down to the floor. "Go take it back and get something smaller! What were you thinking getting something of this size! What about Tate!" Stanford shrieked at his twin. Stan made a slightly guilty frown and looked away from his brother. "Well the thing is...I can't really return it" he mumbled, not daring to look at his brothers gaze but he could still feel it burning into the back of his neck. "What do you- you bought it from a guy in a van didn't you!" Ford crossed his arms in disapproval and watched Stan squirm under his guilt. "Well I wouldn't call it a van...more like a truck" he grinned slightly at his brother. Ford's glare didn't falter, he is definitely going to perfect the disappointed dad glare by the time Tate is old enough to cause trouble. "Well... go take it to the pound or something" Ford suggested in an angry tone, throwing his arms into the air. Fiddleford finally caught wind of what was happening above him and stood up to protest. "That's a bit harsh don't you think?" Fidd asked in a soft tone, somehow deflating the anger in the conversation.

Stanford looked at the pleading expression in his face, he knew what that meant. In the few minutes of him just befriending the animal he has gotten attached. Ford knew he was now fighting a loosing battle. "Well Fidd, that thing is massive! Think of what it could do to Tate if it got out of control!" Ford questioned. The thought ran across Fiddleford's mind, Ford was right. They've got a baby to care for and even though Tate is a rather easy child this dog could be a bit of a handful. Then again it would be nice company whilst working at home. The dog whined and whimpered below them, pulling Fidd from his thoughts. The creature was pulling against the lead with great force and suddenly he was free from Stan's grip. They all suddenly went into a state of panic as it disappeared down the hall. Together they rushed after the giant animal as it moved deeper into the house.

The dog seemed to know where it was going, weaving through the corridors, ears locked on a faint noise. The three men chased after it, Stan trying to call after it, Ford was desperately trying to reach it before it finds Tate's room and Fiddleford just silently followed the group, watching as the dog as it turned toward their bedroom. The dog pushed its way past the door and into the room. Suddenly Tate gave a high pitched squeal. The trio panicked and clambered over each other in a hurry to get to Tate.

Fiddleford was first in the room, pausing in the door way as he saw the surprisingly placid scene before him. Stanford barged in next, fists balled ready to fight but also stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what Fiddleford was also witnessing. Stanley appeared behind from the door behind them, also looking ready for a fight. He was a very protective uncle after all. "Why've we stopped-" "Shhh!" Ford and Fidd silenced him before looking back at the dog and the child.

Tate sitting in his crib, feet dangling out of the bars. He was happily smiling and giggling at the dog staring back at him. Fidd and ford couldn't believe it. They were standing side by side. Ford's jaw slightly open in surprise. They watched silently as Tate interacted with the gentle giant. Fidd's face contorted into a sympathetic stare at Ford. Silently pleading to keep the dog. Stanford tried hard to ignore his wide eyes and stay strong. Fiddleford, sensing his husband was going to be a grudge, walked over to his son's crib and scooped Tate up into his arms. The twins just watched, slightly confused, in the doorway. Stan giving was smirking as he watched Fiddleford put Ford in his place.

Fidd was now sitting on the floor, Tate in his arms and the dog sniffing Tate's pudgy face. "Ford look, Tate likes him" Fidd smiled up at his partner, one hand secured Tate in his lap and the other was combing through the dogs fur. "But Fidd don't you want a smaller dog?" Ford asked stepping further into the room. "Mmmm...nope" he smiled "Ford just come here" he patted the floor beside him. Stanford sighed and complied with his husband's order.

Stanley chuckled as he watched his brother sit beside Fiddleford. The taller man then handed Tate to Stanford and watched with a smile as the dog trotted around them to sit by Tate once again. Fiddleford hummed at the adorable scene the just played out before him. "So what'cha gunna call him?" Stanley asked from the doorway. Ford gave him an angry glare to which Stan replied with smile and thumbs up. "Hmmm...Ford junior" Fidd concluded to himself. "What? Why?" Ford asked. "Cause his fur is soft like yer hair" he giggled and ruffled his fingers through Stanford's hair before quickly pecking him in the lips. "Ugh, you could have told me you too were going to be all mushy, I would have left" Stan whined in the door way, making fake gagging noises. His fake disgust made Tate giggle in Ford's lap, Ford junior then licked the toddlers face, resulting in Tate to giggle even harder. Fiddleford laughed at his son's cheer and looked at Ford with pleading eyes. "Fine we can keep him but can we call him Junior, because Ford Jr is just going to get confusing" Stanford stated. Fidd smiled at him before placing a kiss on his cheek and entangling his five fingers on Ford's six. "Thank ya honey"

They stared down at Tate and Jr carefully interacting. Watching The dog tolerate Tate pulling at his fur and patting his nose. It was quite a peaceful and happy family sight that was until Jr began to hiccup and spat out some fire onto the carpet. Ford and Fidd jumped to their feet, Stanford had Tate in his arms and Fidd rushed to put out the small flames. Once Fiddleford had patted out the fire they both looked up at stan who was sheepishly smiling in the doorway. "So yeah....I'm gunna go, enjoy your dog, bye" he said quickly before darting out of door and down the hall. Stanford then handed Tate to Fidd and knelt down to be eye level with the dog. "So do ya think he's gunna fit in?" Fiddleford asked over Ford's shoulder. Stanford was beaming at Jr, who was now cleaning his fur. "Perfectly".