#fiddauthor nation rise up

[vintage-fuzz]

I really don’t understand how people are sleeping on Fiddauthor when it has practically everything;

it’s incredibly angsty, it’s wholesome, they’ve both got religious baggage (In Ford’s case it’s worshipping Bill as a false idol & his Jewish upbringing & for Fidd’s it’s his presumably fundamentalist Protestant/Christian upbringing.), it’s informed by the historical setting of the mid-to-late 20th century, it’s got demonic intervention, it’s got multiple levels of homewrecking, it’s got daddy-issues & general familial issues, it’s got queer subtext, it’s got one-sided longing, it’s got alien child adoption, it’s got apocalyptic consequences & it has two socially-rejected, morally ambiguous nerds who are horrible at communicating with one another as its focus.

Also, when given the opportunity, they end up becoming some of the most powerful, wealthy & influential tech-capitalists & scientists to have ever existed on a global scale. In universe, they are an actual power couple.

In conclusion, no one matches anyone else’s freak as well as those two do.

[larsofthe-stars]

LMAOOOO

Fiddauthor nation rise up!!

[siodymph]

Fiddauthor “Snuggles and Cuddles”

Alrighty and here’s my take on Day 2!

I’ve decided since I enjoyed it so much for a few other fan weeks I’ve done this month, I’m going to accept Fiddauthor Requests for this fanweek too! So if there’s any Fiddauthor ideas you’d like to see me write, just send me a request and I’ll start writing them after all the main prompts for the week! I’ll be taking requests until August 4th!

Until then, I hope you enjoy!

You can read this story under the cut or on my AO3!

word count: 1179

There were a few cracks of thunder outside when Fiddleford suddenly woke up. The sound was muted but the light was still there. And that rumble that shook his chest.

All at once it was gone and Fiddleford was left wide awake in near darkness. The only sound being the rain outside pouring down.

He looked about the room trying to find something familiar. This was big, this whole place was too damn big to be his shed. Even the bed was gigantic. He could have had Betsy’s whole family in here lined up from striped tail to masked face and still there’d be plenty of room left over. It couldn’t possibly- He definitely wasn’t in his shed.

Someone must have swiped him in. Snatched him out of the dump while he was sleeping. But why? Why take him?

Normally when landslide season swept through the town once or twice a kind family had invited him into their home to wait out the worst of the rain. But that was only when he was out and about. No one ever nabbed him while he was napping. The whole thing felt off and raised his hackles.

But then, as his hands fisted at soft sheets and a home-made quilt important pieces of his memory reset and everything was back in its place.

This was his house. Even if it didn’t feel like it this was his. He bought it with his own money. And he got that money from finally putting patents on many of his machines. And he still had loads of money left over. Fiddleford Hadron McGucket was a nationally accredited inventor and engineer and he was so rich he didn’t know what to do with all his money still. This was his home. He was safe.

And he was still recovering from years-worth of brain trauma. From wiping his memory so often.

Fiddleford sighed as he laid back down to get comfortable again. The storm must have shocked him awake. And he must have been in a deep sleep too, for feeling so disoriented at first. It was a curious effect that his memory had also relapsed when he was forced awake. He ought to write that down.

It was a habit he started ever since the Pines kids helped him rediscover himself. He’d taken to keeping a journal to write down any memories, strange dreams, or weird feelings. It helped him recover better when his memory relapsed plus it gave him a way to map out his progress.

He crawled across the bed to find a notebook he’d left on the night stand. And as he scrawled in his memory lapse he felt the bed shift.

“Fidds?” Stanford’s voice sounded heavy with sleep.

“Right here, darlin’.” Fiddleford whispered, crawling back over towards his fiancé. When another flash of lightning illuminated the room he saw Ford’s engagement ring sparkle. The sight still brought a smile to his face. He’d made the ring himself with his wielding tools. Catered to fit his boyfriend’s hand perfectly. And never in all his years, especially in his younger years did he ever dream he could have this with Stanford Pines. And yet here they were.

As soon as he was in arm’s reach Stanford grabbed Fiddleford and hugged him close. He pecked Stanford’s face with a couple kisses and pulled the blankets back around them. Outside as thunder rumbled and lightning cracked they were safe from the elements, all snuggled up together.

“What are you doing up Fidds?” Stanford asked.

“Storm woke me up.” Fiddleford explained plainly as he squirmed around a little, trying to get comfy. “And I had a tiny relapse in ma’memory.”

That made Stanford wake up more. He held Fiddleford a little tighter and ran a hand up and down his arm. “Are you feeling ok?”

“I’m fine now, hun, don’t you go worrying. It wasn’t even a full relapse. It was real quick. Like my mind had a lil’hiccup.” Fiddleford said trying to be soothing. Between his problems and Stanley’s own issues, Fiddleford knew how much Stanford had come to care about memories. To all of the Pines family really.

But his words seemed to work and Stanford relaxed some. But he still didn’t let go of Fiddleford. Not that Fiddleford even dreamed of complaining. It was nice, being held so close by someone he loved. Just the two of them sharing this peaceful moment together, in the dead of night, in the middle of a raging thunderstorm.

Wrapping his arms around Stanford, he let himself sink down into the bed. And following the steady rise and fall of Ford’s chest he slowly began to fall back to sleep.

But Stanford’s voice pulled him back away from sleep. “You still awake Fidds?”

“For now.” Fiddleford replied. He was wrapped up in warm blankets and it was raining outside so he couldn’t be held accountable for his actions. “Why? Something on your mind hun?”

He felt Ford nod, his head unintentionally nuzzling into Fiddleford’s. “Yes. Actually, I wanted to ask you something. About your memory?��

“And what is it?” Fiddleford asked in a sleepy voice.

“Do you recall our time in the bunker?”

“Sure do.” Fiddleford said. He tried to keep from yawning but it was hopeless now. “I actually liked it down there. Ya’know, before the whole incident? It had this cozy sorta safe feeling.”

“It was nice there.” Stanford agreed.

“And you only put in one bed… Honestly, I think you did that on purpose.”

He could feel the heat rising off of Stanford as he tried to defend himself. “I never intended for it to be that way! I got so wrapped up in the construction I didn’t give the bunker’s furnishings much thought.”

“Sure you did.”

“I did! I swear Fidds, I had no ulterior motives in all that!”

Fiddleford said, turning around to kiss Stanford in the nose. “I know hun. ‘Sides, I wasn’t one to complain back then. Certainly don’t now.”

Stanford snorted a little at that, kissing Fiddleford back on the forehead in retaliation. “It is funny how things like that can come back around…” He said a little whistfully.

“Bet we’d be out of our damn minds though if we saw how we were living now.” Fiddleford added with a little laugh. “Living like kings in the Northwest Manor. In a bed like this!”

“I would have been jealous for sure. We were struggling to both fit on a twin back then.”

“And you act like we still are.” Fiddleford teased. They had a bed that took up the entire room and yet they always huddled close together to cuddle.

He loved feeling Stanford’s whole chest move when he laughed. “Old habits die hard, ey?”

“Good thing I don’t mind none.” Fiddleford said, reaching up to kiss his fiancé back one last time on the cheek. “Night darlin’.”

“Sweet dreams Fidds.”

Fiddleford focused back on Stanford’s steady rise and fall. Listening to his heartbeat. And the pair slowly began to fall back asleep for the rest of the night.