I'm writing this because someone sent me an ask on Tumblr and wanted me to write a fanfic about an AU Stan, that didn't change when when he was a small child, he stayed weak and emotional and self conscious. They also want a protective Ford?

This is new territory for me, since I have never gotten an ask, let alone it be something so specific. I honestly don't know how to write this type of Stanley, and I originally wasn't going to write it because of such.

But this idea interests me enough to want to give it a shot.

So I hope you all enjoy it!

"Stan, sweet pea? How was school today?"

Stan limped as he closed the front door to their home. He walked and whimpered as pain shoot through his leg, his eye, his back and he was pretty sure something was bleeding. Campelter and his gang had ambushed him in front of his car again. Of all their targets Stan was the one they attacked physically, rather then verbally like they did Ford.

They roughed Stan up because they knew he wouldn't fight back. Because he was too scared, because he knew it wouldn't go any good because he stunk at everything else he'd probably screw up trying to defend himself too.

So what was the point?

"It was fine, ma." He said trying to dodge the question and get out from his mother range before—

A light, feminine hand fell on his shoulder and easily spun him around. "Oh honey, what they do to you this time?" His mother asked in a soothing tone as she placed her hand on his chubby cheek. He leaned into it and couldn't help the tears that slowly formed in his eyes.

Stupid... He thought, frustrated. 17 years old. I shouldn' be this emotional, or this weak. But he was and that was always going to be something that he hated about himself.

Ford maybe a nerd with a passion for science and loved all things paranormal because of his abnormal six fingers and he may still get teased verbally. But at least Stanford had accepted himself, loved his personality. Was determined to be something great, wanting to prove all those bullies went that he wasn't a freak.

And he has, and Stan couldn't be more proud of him, couldn't love him more. Because— well, they were twins after all.

His mother lead him to a chair at the kitchen table and sat him down gently. "Shh, sweetie. It's alright. Mama will fix it, I'll patch you up right." She spoke to him in such a loving manner that Stan couldn't help the tears that started streaming down his face. His mother was the best, she always supported him in everything he did. She loved him and Ford unconditionally. He really didn't deserve her.

Stop crying, Stan. He told himself, reprimand himself. Don't be such a wimp. Why was he such a crybaby? Why was he so weak? He hated it, hated it so much. Stanley lower his head and placed it on the table and wrapped his arms around himself.

"Ma, I'm home." A voice called out as he heard the front door open and closed almost annoyingly. It was Stanford, there was no one else it could be. "S-Sorry, it took me so long. I sort of had to walk home because Stan, for some reason left without—" Ford's sentence stopped as soon as he got into the kitchen.

"Stanley?" His brother asked, nerdy voice immediately filled with concern as he heard footsteps approach him and a gentle six fingered hand fell on his right shoulder. It travel up into Stan's head and petted the brown messy hair, Ford's attempt at getting his brother to straighten up and look at him. To tell him what was wrong.

It worked, but Stanford didn't like what he saw.

Bruises covered Stan's body, his long overalls were torn, his lip was cut and he had a horrible black eye. Not again. Stanford thought sadly. Why can't they leave him alone!? Ford wished he could do something, anything to help Stan, it was his job as the oldest to look out for him. Especially since Stan thought so little of himself already, more then even Ford has done. He wanted to help the younger out more, yes with all his might, but he wasn't any better at fighting or defending himself then Stanley was.

When his twin absolutely refused to take boxing lessons like their father had wanted all those years ago, Ford had, in turn, refused also, wanting to support his brother like Ley always did for him. But now though, now he fully regretted that decision wholeheartedly, because now he couldn't help his brother as much as he would like to without getting his own butt kicked. Which has happened on multiple occasions, and it only causes Ley more harm because he feels bad that his genius of s twin is getting hurt.

And honestly Stanford was scared just as much as Stan was of Crampelter. It's the main reason why he doesn't retaliate when he gets bullied verbally. But if he could protect Stan, if he could fight the people that were hurting his little brother then Stanford would, in a heartbeat.

No one messed with his twin.

Fresh tears formed in the younger's eyes.

Seeing this caused Stanford's breathe to hitch. The one thing he ever liked to see was Stan crying, he couldn't handle it. It broke his heart. "Stanley—! Ley, please— Don't cry, please don't cry." He spoke out desperately as he wiped the tears away with his thumbs.

But Stan started crying regardless, he clung to Ford and sobbed. He couldn't help it, he could no longer keep his emotions together anymore. He needed Ford, needed Ford to keep him from falling apart. "F-F-Ford! I can't— I ca-can't! I'm so tir-tired, I have no— no friends! I'm being b-b-bullied all the time! I-I'm so stupid! An idiot, a loser!— I look so stupid! My ac-acne, my shirt, my ov-overalls, their horrible and people hate them! I'm not smart like— like you! I'll ne-never get into— college and I'm going to be stuck here all by myself! You maybe a n-nerd, F-Ford. But I'm a loser!"

Ford couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take Stan's broken words. In an instant he wrapped his arms around the younger in a hug and held him tight. "Stanley! Stop! Don't talk like that, please! I'm so sorry this keeps happening to you, you don't deserve this. You don't deserve any of this torment! But you're not stupid, you are not an idiot or a loser!"

"But I'm weak—"

"So am I!" He stated firmly. Ley visibly flinched at the oldest voice. So Ford hugged him a little tighter.

"Stan, do you honestly think I could fight off bullies? No, I'm weak too. But that's okay. Because Ley— if you want, you could start taking boxing lessons like Pa wanted, if you want to change the way you dress, you can." Ford said as tears of his own formed in his eyes, slowly he moved and looked at Stan in the face.

Gently, he brushed his thumb a crossed his twin's cheeks to wipe the tears away. "And listen, it doesn't matter if you're not a genius, it doesn't matter if you don't have a ton of friends! Because we have each other. It's always just been you and me, we've done everything together. We're a package deal. Just you and me. And when I go to college, you're definitely coming with me! There is no question about it."

Stan sniffed and leaned into his older twins touch, the tears still falling. "R-Really, Poindexter?"

Stanford laughed and softly bonked his forehead against Ley's. "Of course, silly. I'd never leave you behind."

Stanley let out a noise that was between a sob and a laugh. Reaching out he placed a hand in Stanford's neck and smile. They stayed like this for a few minutes. Lost in the sea of comfort that they were giving each other.

"Ahem." A voice suddenly spoke out, the two brothers parted and turned their head to see their Ma standing there in the kitchen doorway holding a first aid kit, she had a fond smile on her face as she gazed at her two twin sons. "I know you've both been attached at the hip since birth. But Stanford, if you could part from your brother for just a few minutes I just might be able to patch Stan up before I have to call the doctor over here again.

"O-Of course, Ma." Ford stepped away, immediately. But he sat in the other chair to Stanley's left and watched their mother clean and bandage his twin's injuries. Ma smiled at him and reaching over she patted their cheeks, lovingly. "That's my sweet boys. Lookin' out for each other. I am so proud."

Stanford blushed while Stanley laughed lightly and squeezed his brothers hand in a silent appreciation for all that Ford has done for him in the past.

Thank you, Sixer.

A smile spread a crossed his face, a smile filled with relief that his twin was going to be alright.

He squeezed back, gently.

Anytime, brother.

Okay, so I did some further digging into this AU, found some fanart and more info and saw that this AU is a stancest AU. The Shy Stan AU. First off, I have nor will I ever write those types of fics, ya'll should know that with me by now.

However I couldn't help but write a version of this precious shy, weak Stan, one that has no trace of Stancest whatsoever. None. And if it seems like it that was not my intention.

Anywoo, I hope you all enjoyed reading this, please leave your thoughts in a review, they are always appreciated and I will see you all soon.