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Four- Post-coital Happenings
Ranger Galen McGucket gave a quiet sigh of contentment as he took a small sip of coffee, things were calm at Lake Gravity Falls. Families played on the beach and there were a few boats out on the water, either full of fishers or just people enjoying the sunshine.
He smiled, thinking of the few times he and his father had done such activities, he'd see if the elder McGucket would be up for it the coming weekend. He had it off so he wanted to try and bond with his father. Maybe talk of the odd dream he apparently had this morning, Galen had gotten up early, as per usual, and as he was leaving he saw that his father was in the throes of some radical nighttime vision.
It didn't seem like a nightmare though, so he let him be. He had a feeling it had to do with Stanford Pines though. Ranger McGucket couldn't help his frown at the thought of the scheming old man, though the owner of the local tourist tap was by far much better than the likes of Gideon Gleeful…
…He still did not like the geezer. And he especially did not like that his father was spending time with him once again. Even if that meant he was spending time with the Pines twins as well, nice children that they were.
Though he had grown up and had lots of time to think and talk it over with his beloved mother, the younger McGucket still blamed the con artist for taking his father away. His memories were hazy- to say the least- of that time, but he knew his father had been around a lot more and had been much more stable before he started spending time at the Mystery Shack.
His mother had given no details, claiming it to be stuff best left to the past. The only time she had ever talked at length of what happened was when he had, at the hot-blooded age of sixteen, raged that Stanford Pines was the reason his father had not loved them like he should have and why he was the way he had become. He had taken all of that care, affection, and sanity all for himself and then thrown it away, leaving his father a shell.
One thing he did remember, as clear as crystal because it had angered him even at that age, was the instance he had caught his father and Stanford Pines kissing.
It had been late at night and his mother had sent him up to bed, but he wasn't sleepy. He wanted to see his papa come home before going to bed. His sleepy face always made him laugh. He didn't know how long he just sat there on his bed, looking out his window that faced the front of the house. But finally he saw his papa trudging his way home, and Stanford Pines was walking with him. The two were talking, Stan kept getting close but his father would shift shyly away. But not very far.
He remembered scrunching up his brows at this odd little dance, they were acting like how his friends did when they were around boys or girls they liked. But that wasn't right- his pap loved only his mother like that.
Didn't he?
Young McGucket watched as the two got to the doorstep, his father turned to Stan and the two smiled at one another. And then his father was leaning up and suddenly the two men's lips met, he watched, his young eyes as large as saucers, as Stan first stiffened then relaxed and began kissing back. Pressing his father up against the door.
He'd thought only married people did that…
Eventually the two separated and Stanford Pines disappeared into the night with a triumphant hoot trialing after him.
Galen had gotten no sleep that night, he had only told his mother of the memory during this confrontation. His mother, with fierce yet calm energy, spoke to him of the true dynamic of their relationship. Though they had loved each other, his father and mother had not truly been together. And in fact his papa was not his true father, but instead one of his cousins was, the one who was serving twenty to life with no chance of parole.
Ranger McGucket hadn't and didn't care about that, Fiddleford H. McGucket was his father and no one else.
She had then detailed how Stanford Pines and his father had found something in each other that was special, and though Fiddleford had come to love this man it did not mean that his love had vanished for them. He had never and would never stop loving them, which is why he had done and did the crazy things he did. And though things had collapsed between them, they still cared for one another. It's just things had gone out of control. She wouldn't elaborate what.
So it was best to let those thoughts go, and just concentrate on being there for the troubled man. For they were all he had left.
She had been right. Though now it seemed his father and the geezer where talking again. At least that's all he hoped it was.
But he still. Did. Not. Like. Stanford. Pines.
But his father was his own person and he had been doing very well lately so-
Ranger McGucket was jogged out of his musings by a tap on his shoulder. He turned to look at his shift partner and friend, Hector Gonzales. The usually cheery man had a troubled frown on his face.
"Someone to see you Galen."
He moved aside and a local resident-read: hillbilly- named Robert approached. The young man shuffled about in his tattered blue overalls and scratched a hand through his mullet before giving a dopey smile that was full of missing teeth. He brought up a right hand that was missing most of a pinky finger, he was holding a black leather wallet.
A familiar black leather wallet.
"Yer ol'man left this after buying some of my new brew. I'm ah man of integerty and ol'man McGucket has been ah valued customer for many ah year, so I had ta come on down and give it back to ya since I dunno where he went after that."
He paused a moment and then frowned before continuing, a look of concern causing his vacant eyes to focus on Ranger McGucket for a moment before fading away and they defocused.
"I know it ain't none o' my business but he seemed troubled, looked as if the Devil himself was after his hide. Left in ah hurry. Either way here ya go."
He handed the stunned park ranger the wallet before giving a small nod and a happy "Y'all have a good day now!" and leaving.
Hector Gonzales turned to look at his fellow ranger, the man simply sat. Still as a stone and a deep frown upon his face. His grip on the wallet so tight his knuckles were turning white.
This wasn't good.
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This wasn't good.
Fiddleford McGucket sat at the Pines dinner table once again, Stan's underwear secured around his waist with a spare bit of rope- he didn't want to know WHY Stan had that in one of his drawers- and a baggy white short-sleeve that kept slipping off his narrow shoulders. His clothes were in the dryer, so he had no choice but to endure having all the little love bites Stan had left on his sensitive neck visible for all to see.
Not that anyone seemed to care, or notice, besides a smug Stanford but it was the principle of the thing. His birthmark was in plain view as well, though that wasn't such a stressor for him anymore. No, the biggest problem was what was before him.
"Just try it." Stan motioned to the food that his handy man, Soos, had so generously made while they had been otherwise occupied. He also sat at the table, sedately eating some of his own food and leaving the older man to figure it out. Everyone was eventually converted by his Abuelita's recipe.
"W-what is it again?" It didn't look bad- he just didn't know if he could stomach it.
"A chimichanga!" Mabel excitedly answered around a bite of the dish.
"It's really good Grunkle Fiddleford. Just try it." Dipper gave a smile and then took another bite that was much more orderly than his sister.
Encouraged, in no small part by the affectionate nickname that still embarrassed him and made Stan grin- Fiddleford took a small bite.
It was delicious. And his hung over body readily accepted the offering.
He quickly proceeded to eat the chimichanga before him, two more after that and was half way through a third- to the amazement and amusement of all- when a knock came to the front door. A loud, rapid knock. With a grunt Stan got up to answer- thankfully he was at least wearing pants- and couldn't help pulling a face when he saw who it was.
Crap.
"Is my father here?" Ranger McGucket asked his question in a way that said he knew the answer, but was still asking to be polite.
"Uh yeah he-"
"Can I talk to him please? I'll wait here."
The young man walked away from the door and took up a stance, showing he intended to simply wait on the porch for his father. Running a hand over his face Stan made his way back to the kitchen, he paused in the doorway a moment to watch as his family sat at the table. Mabel was doing this weird chicken dance and everyone was laughing, Soos suddenly threw in some pigeon noises and they all laughed harder.
Dipper spotted him and grinned, "Hey Grunkle Stan, who was at the door?"
Stanford put on a smile and said casually, "Oh ah, just a solicitor. Nothing to worry about. Hey Fidds I think your laundry is done."
It was true, he heard the machine ding, but he hoped that Fiddleford had remembered the old code words. Stanford and Stanley had lived quite the life together, and as any close sibling pair were prone to do they had eventually made up a system of code words or phrases that they could use when unable to speak freely. Eventually they had let Fiddleford in on most of them.
The one he had used meant: shit, someone important/angry/possessed is here. Follow me for details.
Fiddleford blinked and then understanding filled his eyes as he gave an easy smile and said, "Oh good. Help me make sure it's dry, yes?"
He got up and walked out of the room, just as they passed into the hall Mabel called after them,
"No making-out in the laundry room! We don't have enough sanitizer to purify it afterward!"
"Mabel!" Though Dipper scolded his sister he still laughed with her.
Leaving the laughing youngsters behind the pair walked through the house toward the front door. They stopped near it and Fiddleford asked quietly, "What is it Stanford?"
The other turned to him and brought up a hand to rub his neck with. "Your kid's here, he-uh-he doesn't look too happy. I didn't want the kids to know so you could uh-"
He stopped his stammering when Fiddleford leaned up and gave him a sweet peck on the nose. He gave him a reassuring smile.
"It's okay. I'll talk to him. Thank you Stanford." With more confidence than he felt Fiddleford walked over to the front door and opened it. He hoped everything was alright.
When he heard the door open Ranger McGucket turned around and opened his mouth to speak, but no sound would come out. He stared at his father standing before him looking completely sane, barefoot, and in underwear and undershirt very obviously belonging to someone much bigger in size than himself. His miniscule hair was tussled in a telling way and he had an absurd amount of hickeys on his neck and a few on his shoulder.
Fiddled noticed his son's reaction and couldn't help a small blush, he wiggled his toes apprehensively- his shoes were drying on the back porch- and realized maybe he should have put some clothes on. Or at least a robe or something.
Oh well, no going back now.
"Everything alright?" Might as well get the ball rolling somehow.
Ranger McGucket continued to flap his mouth open and closed for a few more seconds before clearing his throat and reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out his father's wallet and held it out in his hand for him to take.
"You left this at Robert's when you bought some of his moonshine." His tone said it all.
With a sign Fiddleford took the wallet and rubbed at his face.
Dammit.
"Look I-I had a bad dream. It was just a dream but-but I'm used to just drowning things out. Bad habits die hard. Stan already told me off about this so-yes."
He finished his lie lamely and looked and his son, shrugging his shoulders.
His son studied him, his eye hidden by his hat, before asking, "So you're seeing him again?"
"Yes. I-I care for him deeply. Look I-I know this is-"
"Look dad, you can do what you want. I understand. Kind of. Just-just next time come find me okay? I want to help you, okay?"
Fiddleford couldn't help a smile, his son was obviously embarrassed but didn't want to admit it. He was relieved everything was alright between them.
"I understand son. I'm sorry. I'll try not to worry you anymore."
"Good. So are you coming home tonight?" The question was said with gruff acceptance.
"Oh! Uh-no. No I won't. Actually." He wanted to get to work finishing the machine, now that he had the equation everything could finally come together.
"Alright." Ranger McGucket took something else from his pocket and lightly tossed it to his father.
The older man managed to catch it and when he looked over he saw his son beginning to leave.
"Key to the house. Be careful okay dad? I'll see you tomorrow. I have to get back to work."
"Thank you Galen." He was amazed at his son's acceptance of the situation. Amazed and relieved.
The park ranger then turned one final time and called out- loud enough for Stan, who had obviously been hiding and listening, to hear-
"If I learn that that geezer isn't treating you well enough things won't be pretty. You hear me?! I'm watching you conman!" He swung his fist a bit and then walked off to his truck.
Fiddleford ran his hand through his sparse hair and felt his cheeks flame.
'Oh geez'. He thought.
His son was on the guard to protect his honor. Mother of Mercy give him strength.
The door opened and Stan stepped out, the two watched the younger McGucket drive away.
"Thinks he's hot stuff." Grunted Stan. Fiddleford just sighed.
When the car was no longer in sight Fiddleford felt arms wrap around him. He turned to look at Stan, who had raised an eyebrow and was grinning saucily at him.
"So you're staying here tonight huh?"
Fiddleford huffed, "Can't you ever be serious? You know why I am."
"True. But there are other benefits of having you around more!"
Stan then proceeded to lay kisses all over his face and neck while holding the smaller man close.
"Wha-Stan!" Fiddleford felt his face flame bright red and tried to wriggle away but couldn't.
Stan gave a mock evil laugh and continued with his onslaught. The visit from the park ranger had reminded him that others cared about his nerd too, and now that it looked like he could be helped they would really try to. And one of those methods could be taking him away from Stan.
'Let them try. I'll give them a left hook and then a right hook for good measure!' He declared to himself.
Despite his tough thoughts, Stan needed to have his nerd close for a bit before things got serious again.
He snaked his hand down and he gave Fiddleford's butt cheek a good squeeze.
"Stanford!" Fiddleford's scandalized tone just egged him on.
"Oh yeah! Say my name again. I want to hear your accent."
He move his hand over a bit and used the looseness of his own boxers on the other to go deep and rub his fingers along the cleft of Fiddleford's ass.
"St-stanford! For goodness sake, not on the porch!"
Stan laughed again, "That's right, I'm a jerk!"
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"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn if you approve." The suave character of one Lord Von Gittiken turned his back to the righteous and beautiful Duchess he had pursued throughout the entirety of the film and walked off. Slamming the door behind him. Said Duchess did not shed a tear at his leaving, she watched him go wordlessly before going out onto her balcony and watched the sunset. Waves crashed into the distance and she removed her bonnet before throwing the head wear off camera. Wind blew through her glorious golden hair and made her gorgeous dress billow. She looked radiant.
The old film ended and the credits began to roll.
"Wow, I can't believe they made a sequel." Said Fiddleford, Stan had insisted they just relax for the afternoon and had roped him and the kids into watching the film after Soos left for home.
"I can't believe I liked it." Answered Dipper, voice shocked.
"I'm so making a Duchess sweater." Said Mabel with utter glee next to him.
"Oh yeah, good stuff right? Took me by surprise too, I totally thought he would be the one but he was just a fop."
They all turned to Stan and just stared for a moment, and then laughed together.
"What?"
"Nothing Dear. Nothing." Said Fiddleford.
Mabel's laughter eventually dissolved into a yawn.
"That was a good movie but I think it's time for sleep." Mabel stretched her arms and not so casually hit her brother on the shoulder. He took the hint that it was time to leave them alone.
"Oh, yeah. I'm beat." He'd try and jog his new Grunkle's memory once more tomorrow.
"Seriously? It's only ten." Stan raised a brow, usually they all didn't call it a night until midnight or so.
"Dipper kept me up with his thinking last night." Lied Mabel flawlessly. Dipper had actually fallen right to sleep, for once.
"Hey! I can't help it if the thoughts don't stop." Dipper mock-defended himself as he began to walk towards the stairs.
"Night Grunkle Stan, night Grunkle Fiddleford."
Mabel laughed and turned to the older men as she walked out as well.
"Sure, sure. G'night! Don't keep each other up too late!" She cackled as she left the room.
"Those kids will be the death of me." Said Fiddleford, cheeks reddened.
Stan only laughed.
Soon enough they made their way down to the lab and Fiddleford set himself up. Stan turned on the radio and couldn't help a grin as he blasted the Ghostbusters theme tune. Fiddleford just shook his head at him.
He leaned back against the counter and watched Fiddleford work for a bit before asking,
"Is there any way I can help?" He felt oddly antsy.
"Just stand there and look pretty for now. I'll tell you when I'm in need of you." Answered Fiddleford, obviously occupied, a wrench in one hand and his notebook held open by the other.
Stan found it so hot.
Several miles away one Gideon Gleeful found himself in the clutches of a mad nighttime visitation. He tossed and turned, his body reacting to his mental struggles.
He ran through a dark and twisting forest, chased by a ghostly voice.
"Gideon…Gideon Gleefuuuullllll…" It nearly sang. It sounded like a woman.
He picked up his pace when he heard cackling. The haughty laughter never too far behind. He burst through the tree line and would have gone further had there not been a sheer drop right before him, the ground he had been fleeing on suddenly turned into a simple featureless plain for a few feet and then ended. He cautiously approached and looked over the edge.
Stars. Just, stars. An endless expanse of space and chaotic order lay before him. He gasped in fear.
"Lovely isn't it?"
He turned and nearly screeched. A blue triangle floated before him, a delicate white hand held a multi-colored fan and a black eye with a white pupil looked down at him.
He became aware of chanting in the background, but he could not discern what it said.
There was no mouth but he had the feeling that she was outright grinning at his panic. He huffed, trying to regain control of himself.
"Who and what are you?!"
"My name is Maya Enigma, and I have a proposition for you my dear, sweet star-child."
