#werewolf stan and vampire fidds........ save me werewolf stan and vampire fidds...

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

the werewolf stan is amazing btw thank you

No, thank you!!! In fact, here's more just because you sent this ask (and probably the other one too, I love you)!!!!! More!!!!!!!!

They are liars <3

Part one is here!! ;P

Part three is here!! 'cause I can't control myself 😔

[thelastspeecher]

Hi, like your werepire ficlets! You mentioned in "Odd" that Ford almost killed Angie with wolfsbane in the werepire universe. Stan's reaction is understandable; So what's, Fiddleford, the protective brother's reaction to his friend almost killing his sister. Can't really see him stopping Stan. Was Fiddleford there when it happened, or did he find out afterwards? Would Stan & Angie stick around after that? I feel a sister-protecting-Ford-deflecting robot would be appropriate after that.

Well, Anon, you are in luck!  I was inspired by this ask to write that scene (which is actually something I’ve been meaning to do for a while).  To answer your questions that won’t get answered by the ficlet below: Stan and Angie stay in a motel a couple nights after the Incident, to get some space and allow everyone to cool off.  And Fiddleford loosens up his “I don’t really like this vampire guy hanging around Angie so much” feelings, bc he knows that Stan can protect Angie better than he can.  Fidds also refuses to cook for Ford for a few weeks.

And without further ado, here you go.  A free ficlet ;)

              Fiddleford could hear theshouting as he pulled into the driveway. He stifled a sigh.

              Great.  Those Pines men are at eachother’s throats again.  He turned offthe truck’s motor and stepped outside.

              “You coulda killed her, Stanford!”Stan’s voice screamed.  The pickup’skeys, held loosely in Fiddleford’s hand, fell to the ground.

              Her.  There’s only one “her” inthe house.  He bolted from the truck,not bothering to close the door in his haste, and tore into the house, slammingthe front door open.  Stan stood in theliving room, pinning Ford against the wall. He normally tried to hide his enlarged fangs, but they were on fulldisplay in a vicious snarl.  Fiddlefordlooked around frantically for Angie.  Hecaught sight of her, curled up in a ball on the floor a few feet from Stan andFord.

              “Banjey!” Fiddlefordshouted.  Stan and Ford looked over,startled.  Fiddleford ignored both ofthem, instead rushing to Angie’s side. Her body shuddered with deep coughs and loud wheezing.  “Banjey, what’s wrong?  What happened?”  Angie let out another wheeze.  Her eyes were watering.  Fiddleford’s heart stopped.  He recognized these symptoms.  “Where’s yer epi?”

              “Epinephrine won’t help her,”Ford said.  His voice was slightly strainedby Stan’s arm against his throat. Fiddleford whipped his head around to glare at Ford.

              “Yer not a medical doctor.  I know my sister!  She has a serious food allergy.  It looks exactly like this!”  Ford’s face paled.

              “She- she does?”

              “Yes!”

              “Right pocket,” Angie wheezed.  Fiddleford grabbed the EpiPen from the rightpocket in Angie’s jeans.  As he preparedto inject her with it, Ford shouted.

              “Wait!”

              “No, I don’t give a flyin’ darn ‘boutyer opinion, Stanford-” Fiddleford started.

              “The thing that triggered theallergic reaction is in the room.  Youneed to remove her before the epinephrine will be of use.”

              “Stanf-”

              “I’ll help,” Stan said.  He let go of Ford, who promptly fell to thefloor, and strode over.  “C’mon, Ang.”  Stan picked Angie up carefully and took heroutside, Fiddleford close behind.  Helaid her on the grass.  Fiddleford kneltbeside her and immediately used the EpiPen. Angie let out a loud gasp.  Herbreathing steadied.  After a few moments,the flush coloring her cheeks began to fade.

              “We’ll take you to the ER, don’tworry,” Fiddleford said calmly.  Angienodded.  Fiddleford stood.  “Stanley, you claim to love my sister.  Why the hell were ya wastin’ precious timearguin’ while she couldn’t breathe?” Fiddleford demanded.  Stan took a step back, visibly surprised bythe venom in Fiddleford’s voice.

              “Look, I didn’t-”

              “Ford’s fault,” Angiewheezed.  She sat up.  “It was Ford’s fault.”

              “I told ya not to eat the fancygranola he bought last week-”

              “No-” Angie started.

              “And save yer breath,junebug.  Ya need every bit of air ya canget right now.  Stan can explain thingsto me.”  Fiddleford looked at Stan.  “Well?”

              “I have no clue what happened,”Stan said.  “I was working on my car whenI heard Angie start screaming.  I raninside, and Ford was shoving something in her face, and she was completelyfreaking out, coughing and sneezing. She- she got worse while I was trying to get Ford to tell me what hedid.”

              “I didn’t mean for things to gothat poorly,” Ford’s voice said.  Fiddlefordspun around.  Ford had followed themoutside.  He had the grace to look sheepish.  “If I had known she was severely allergic tosomething already, I would have tried something else.  Lycanthropes don’t typically have such strongreactions to wolfsbane unless they ingest it.”

              “Ya shouldn’t have been tryin’ todo anything that would cause any sort of harm to- wait.”  Fiddleford stared at Ford.  “Lycanthropes?”  Ford nodded.

              “Angie’s a werewolf.”

              “A- Stanford, I told you not todiagnose my sister with some spookum disease!”

              “Fidds,” Angie said softly.  Fiddleford looked down at Angie, stillsitting on the grass.  She lookedaway.  “He’s right.”  Fiddleford sunk to his knees next to hissister.

              “What?”

              “He’s right.  He- he figured it out.  I’m-” Angie’s eyes suddenly filled with tears. Stan crouched next to Angie.

              “Ang,” Stan said.  Angie shook her head wordlessly.

              “Stanley, is- is she really-”Fiddleford started.  Stan nodded.

              “Yeah.  We figured it out pretty fast.  As far as we can tell, she got bit by awerewolf that she thought was a stray dog that needed help.  When she transformed for the first time, shewas too confused to turn back, and got stuck until I found her.”  Stan swallowed.  “We think she was trying to go home, sinceshe got all the way to Missouri from California.”

              “Oh.  Oh, dear. Oh, my poor baby sister.” Fiddleford stroked Angie’s hair. Angie let out a small sob. Fiddleford grit his teeth and stood. He glared at Ford.  “StanfordFilbrick Pines, what is wrong with you?”

              “I had to-”

              “No!  You didn’thave to poison my sister to prove she was a werewolf.  What, ya couldn’t wait until the next fullmoon?”

              “Fiddleford, I didn’t expect herto react so strongly,” Ford said, holding his hands out placatingly.

              “Ya shouldn’t have exposed her tosomethin’ ya thought she would react to at all! Even if ya thought she would just sneeze once!  Yer too foolhardy, dammit!”

              “Fiddleford-”

              “Clean up everything in the housethat could hurt my sister.  Now,”Fiddleford said firmly.  “Stan ‘n I aregoin’ to take her to the hospital.”  Fordpuffed up for a moment like he was going to argue, before deflating andsilently nodding.  He went backinside.  Fiddleford turned his attention backto Angie.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” heasked.  Angie slowly got to her feet withStan’s help.

              “I didn’t want to complicatethings,” Angie said.  “You were alreadydealin’ with a lot.  Yer missin’ sistershowin’ up out of nowhere with no memory, said sister havin’ a vampire fer aboyfriend, said vampire bein’ yer research partner’s estranged twin.  I didn’t want to add to it.  And…” Angie looked down at her feet.  “Ididn’t want you to fuss over me any more than you already were.  I’m fine. Mostly.”  She coughed.

              “You were worried ‘bout how Iwould react,” Fiddleford said.  Angienodded.  “Well, that’s fair, since I ain’tquite sure how I’d react findin’ this out under dif’rent circumstances.  But with everything that just happened, youbein’ a werewolf is the least of my worries.” Angie let out a wheeze.  “Case inpoint.  We need to take ya to the hospital.  Like ya always do after ya use yer epi.”  Angie rolled her eyes.

              “I know, Fidds.  I know.”

              “C’mon.”  Fiddleford helped Angie into the passengerseat of his pickup.  She immediatelyleaned against the window, her eyes closed. Fiddleford looked at Stan.  “Allthis time, I’ve been feelin’ a bit weird ‘bout a vampire bein’ the one torescue my sister.  But if she ain’t humanneither, it’s prob’ly fer the best it was you and not some Joe Schmoe.”  Stan grinned toothily.

              “Wow, that was almost acompliment,” Stan said.  He soberedabruptly.  “But I think so too.  Can’t imagine how a normal human wouldareacted to Angie turning into a wolf a few weeks after meeting her.  Me? Weird shit like that’s my bread and butter nowadays.”  Angie rolled down the window.

              “Are you two gents ever goin’ totake me to the hospital?” she called.  “Orshould I just walk there?”