OMG OKAY HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS KIDS HERE"S SOME VERY NSFW CONTENT FOR YA 3. TELL ME IF IT SUCKS

LORD HELP ME FOR I HAVE SINNED.

Vinny and Mike are OC and Belong to me.

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Six- Activation.

"Yeah, you heard me right. I need the Mystery Shack and all related properties to legally go to Fiddleford McGucket in case of my death, that's Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Y-yeah. We're a- look can you just do it?"

Stan's cheeks flamed a bit as he listened to the other on the line.

"Yeah, he'll be the sole owner. At least until my grandkids get of legal age. Then give them half." Stanford paused again as he listened to the other person on the phone speak.

"Yeah, and about that loot I still have sitting in that Canadian bank. Yeah, the stuff from the job in '95, I'm leaving it to my handy man. Yeah, Jesus Alzamirano Ramirez."

Another pause

"Yes, ALL OF IT. He'd make use of it."

Stan was in his office, it was another slow day-week ends usually were at this point of the summer. He had decided to get some important things settled and done in the meantime… and maybe he was getting antsy without Fiddleford around. His park ranger son had dragged him off to do "bonding" things the day before and today he was out seeing a psychologist in one of the bigger nearby cities.

The old conman thought it was a bunch of crap, his nerd didn't need any head doctor shifting through his mind. He was fine. Now…

Stan had forgotten how great it was to not sleep alone, he knew he was being ridiculous but…that one night without his personal nerd to cuddle after finally restarting things had not been great. He had laid there in the dark, very conscious of the faint smell Fiddleford had already started to leave behind on his –yes is was now considered his- side of the bed. The absence of the sound of his breathing was deafening.

Stan's mind had started turning in his solitude and he began thinking of all the possible scenarios his plans could lead to. And he had come to a conclusion on what to do. He wanted to make sure everything was set for the worst case scenario. He wanted his nerd to be comfortable. And he wanted to make sure his Shack fell into the right hands whether he had recovered Stanley or not.

He listened as the other on the line continued to curse and worry at him. It was an old friend, one who had done many deeds with and for him over the years. They had even shared a few Columbian nights together.

"No Vinny, I'm not in any trouble. I promise. I'm just preparing, you know how it is. Ya get old and then you get to thinking and…" He trailed off.

Interrupted and overtaken by the rapid mix of Italian and English being said to him.

"You're the one posing as my notary. Figure it out. Look I gotta go, I promise I'm fine. I'll come up and visit sometime soon. Swear."

Another pause, here he pulled a face. A slight blush returning to his face.

"Yeah, I'll see if I can't bring Fidd's up too. He'll be happy to see ya. Bye Vin."

He hung up the phone with a sigh and ran a hand over his face. He was just preparing, just preparing. In case things didn't work out. But he had covered all of his bases, or at least as many as he could. Stan unconsciously gripped his shoulder, the one that had his last little trick inked on it.

If everything went as it should he'd be the one taking the bullets, if any started to fly. And they wouldn't hurt him.

"Grunkle Stan more people are coming by!" Mabel's voice called him from the front of the house.

Stan cracked his back and placed his fez back on his head.

"The show must go on."

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Fiddleford huffed as he sat in his son's truck. They were on the way back to Gravity Falls and even after a nice lunch with Galen he was still fuming a little from what the psychologist had said to him.

Well it wasn't what she had said to him per say, she was a professional after all, it was what she was implying and tried to get him to say about himself. He couldn't blame her for thinking it though, the evidence pointed to it.

But that was just surface stuff, but if he had tried to explain what really happened he'd be in a padded room sedated to hell and back right now, instead of fifty miles out of his hometown with a- temporary- clean bill of mental health and an "invitation" to go see the woman again for follow up questions.

More questions about the "effect" one Stanford Pines had on him.

Woman thought he was co-dependent to the point of madness.

Honestly.

Galen McGucket looked at his father, he knew he hadn't appreciated what he thought his doctor's opinions were but the young man held hope that this would be good for him. It would be good for him to talk to someone regularly that could help him stay as himself.

And maybe she could persuade him away from one Stanford Pines.

"So Dad, what did you want to do with the rest of our day?" It was the early afternoon and he didn't have work until six the next morning.

"We could go to Greasy's or go down to the bar. Everyone's been asking me about how you're doing and if you started showing up to places they'd be glad to see you. Especially Mr. Corduroy, he's been wanting to see ya. You two used to be friends, weren't ya?"

Fiddleford looked at his son and gave a small smile, letting his frustrations go for the moment in favor of enjoying time with his offspring.

"Thank you Galen, but I-I don't feel up to that yet. Going to the lake yesterday was relaxing because not many people had been there. I-I'm just not ready for a large group yet. How about we just spend the rest of the day at home before I go over to Stan's?"

"You're going there overnight again?"

Oh, he hadn't said anything about that before now had he? Damn.

Well, no going back now. He had to finish the machine.

Holding back a grimace Fiddleford affirmed, "Yes. I am."

Galen was silent for a moment and then said "All right." And that was the end of the matter.

The rest of the drive was peaceful, the conversation turning to other things. Fiddleford couldn't help a happy sigh when they returned to the house, he frowned though when he saw his son's neighbor waving at them from his yard. He leaned over the fence and grinned a slightly predatory grin.

He was a nice enough young man, but quite the gossip. And the look he had on his face just screamed "new scoop". A dangerous new scoop.

Fiddleford got out of the truck and watched as his son greeted the other.

"Hey Mike."

"Heya Galen! Mr. McGucket! You just get back into town?" His smile indicated he hoped so.

"Yup we did. What's the news?" The park ranger knew the drill, plus he considered Mike's local news a bit more on point than that churned out by Toby Determined.

Mike laughed, knowing he had his audience. "Lil' Gideon got out of prison early! My cousin is a security guard there and he told me that late last night Gideon had been given a reduction of sentence and released with little fanfare. My friend Sherrie then told me not too long ago that she saw him go into the library early this morning and he hasn't left since."

"Oh my." Uttered Fiddleford.

Fiddleford bit his lip, he remembered his involvement in Gideon's nefarious doings and Stan had filled him in on his struggles with the child. They both still wondered how Gideon had gotten his hands on Stanley's second journal.

The library had quite the array of books in it, and the young Gleeful boy was the resourceful sort. There's no telling what he was up to.

He had to tell Stan.

Fiddleford quickly excused himself and went into the house while his son talked with his neighbor and told him what he wanted to know- at least as much as he was willing to tell.

With quick movements he packed a few days' worth into his overnight bag, he then stealthily packed in his partially fixed computer. Galen didn't know he had this and he didn't need to know. He gave a sigh as he lifted the bag over his shoulder. So much for a nice dinner with his son.

But there would be others, he hoped.

He was just on his way out when Galen walked in, waving goodbye to Mike. He blinked when he saw his father with his bag.

"You're going now…and staying over for a while?" His voice was full of surprise and disapproval.

"I'm sorry Galen but-I can't explain right now. Big things are happening, things I need to go see Stanford about. I promise when everything is over I'll tell you all about it. Everything. I owe you at least that, but right now I need to go."

Galen McGucket stared at his father for a moment, but then he nodded his head.

"Alright Dad, I understand. Do you want me to drive you?" It pissed him off a bit that his father always seemed to be the one to go to Stan. The geezer should be waiting on his father hand and foot.

"No thank you son. I could use the walk, it isn't too far away." He tried to smile reassuringly

In no time Fiddleford was out the door, and headed for the dump. He had a few things to pick up before getting to Stan's, tools and a few schematics and notes he had been meaning to grab. He had a feeling things were about to get ugly and he needed to be prepared.

The entire time he went about his business he could feel eyes on his back, two large all seeing eyes belonging to two different forces. It left goose bumps on his neck and a cold sweat down his back. He couldn't get through the woods fast enough. Every twig snap and leaf crunch put him on edge.

He hated being such a nervous wreck. That damn memory device had ruined his nerves. It was a good thing he was getting the worst of his fretting out on the way, the more panic he showed the more defensive Stan got, and both of them getting like that wouldn't help matters at all.

A sound of relief escaped his throat as he got to the Shack, an even bigger one left him when he saw Stan outside talking with the kids. The feeling of eyes on him receded.

Stan spotted Fiddleford walking up and couldn't help his surprised grin.

"Hey stranger, didn't expect you yet."

Mabel and Dipper turned, huge grins appearing on their young faces.

"Hey Grunkle Fiddleford." Called out Dipper.

"Grunkle Fiddleford!" Mabel ran up to the man, and pointed at her sweater.

"Check it out!"

She had completed her project, a dove gray sweater with darker trimming and a rose on the front. It was rather impressive.

"It's nice Mabel." Fiddleford grinned easily, he was so relieved to be on the property and to have gotten to them in time that he momentarily forgot his purpose for coming so quickly.

"Are you staying over again?" Asked the girl hopefully.

"Yes I am." He answered a little sheepishly.

He had gotten to the porch at this point and before he knew it Stan had taken his surprisingly heavy bag and was wrapping an arm around him. He blushed at this and it only reddened when he saw Mabel and Dipper fist pump.

"Kids go find a movie to watch, we'll catch up."

With grossed out laughs the two ran into the Shack, not interested in seeing the older men make out.

"Stanford wait I-mmm!"

Lips met lips and once more Fiddleford lost his head. Stan dropped the bag and made use of his hand by bringing it up to the back of the other's head. Without bid Fiddleford's hands wrapped around Stan's neck and the kiss deepened significantly.

When the need for air became too much Fiddleford pushed away, he only got a few gasps in before Stan was on him again. He gave in for a bit, meeting pressure with pressure and tongue with tongue, but soon enough got a hold of himself and pushed away again. A little harder to get his point across. Stan backed off but not very far, they both puffed air into one another's faces for a few moments.

Then Fiddleford managed to gather himself enough to quip, "Someone missed me."

"Damn right." Answered Stan with surprising emphasis, he blushed a bit at the admission but quickly covered it with a grin.

"But you did too, coming here so early."

He smirked and moved to dive in again but stopped when Fiddleford put a hand up and covered his mouth.

Lowly the smaller man said, "Stanford as lovely as this is we don't really have the time. I didn't come here so early because I missed you- though I did, terribly- I did because I've got news. Gideon's out of prison!"

Fiddleford brought his hand down and Stan gave a scoff.

"So what? The little gnome doesn't have any power anymore, literally or figuratively."

"Stanford you and I both know that Gideon is resourceful and conniving. He must have done SOMETHING to get out so soon, and right at this time. Also he's apparently been in the Gravity Falls library all day, doing some sort of research."

Fiddleford was starting to get worked up again, despite himself. Stan held him a bit closer and spoke soothingly, reacting as Fiddleford knew he would.

"Hey hey, it's alright Fidds. Whatever that kid's planning can't possibly hurt what we are doing now. We stopped him once and we can do it again, especially now that he isn't using your skills."

Fiddleford frowned, unconvinced but momentarily placated.

"We should be wary though Stanford." He tried again, with less energy.

"Yeah, yea." Said Stan noncommittally before moving forward and laying kisses on Fiddleford's neck.

The smaller man blushed and squirmed, "Stanford! Really, not on the- ohhh~!"

Fiddleford's protest dissolved into a moan and Stan grinned against his neck. He knew he was being a jerk but he couldn't help it.

He'd really have to talk to Fiddleford about possibly staying with him instead of his son. The idea of another solo night did not appeal to Stan. At all.

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Fiddleford grinned as he bid the kids goodnight. He had been itching to finish the machine, but had settled for fixing his laptop while some new age rom com played on the television. Stan hadn't been too thrilled about him being on the floor but he couldn't exactly sit in the cushy yellow chair and do it.

So Mabel and Stan had shared the chair while Fiddleford and Dipper worked on the computer together, watching the movie periodically. It was surprisingly good, though predictable. They all had more fun making commentary than watching.

Dinner had been some Chinese take-out and Mabel had read and kept everyone's fortunes.

Now it was almost midnight. And they could get to work.

When they were sure the two kids had gone to bed the two old men went down to the lab and took their places. Musicians played their stuff over the radio as Fiddleford screwed and knocked the last few things into place. When he was done he went over all his work, as slowly as he could. Both he and Stan were eager to get started but he wanted to be sure.

To be prepared. It was pushing into three am when Fiddleford had done the once over of his notes.

He turned to Stan.

"This is as good as it's going to get. Reconnect the main power line and we'll see if she works."

"Roger that Doc." Said Stan as he hurried over.

Fiddleford waited for him, going over his calculations and flipping through his notebook. He got to the pages he had scribbled the details of his dream demon visitation on just as the current song hit its crescendo. He listened to the lyrics as he looked over his panicked notes.

It's the final countdown...

The final countdown.

Sometimes he wished that Stan would just put on some country. Or easy listening.

He looked at Stan when he returned, the humming of the newly connected machine filled the room, drowning out the radio some.

"All powered up and fueled to go." He said with a wry grin, his anticipation obvious.

Fiddleford nodded his head and gestured to the machine.

"By all means then."

Stan took his cue and with one good pull of the lever he turned on the portal. Lights powered on and the symbols on the face of the machine came to life. With a muted boom the portal activated and both stared as it glowed an almost blinding electric blue, a wind started and Fiddleford had to tighten his grip on his journal or it would have disappeared into the unknown.

Suddenly there was a crack of thunder and the portal shifted, a kaleidoscope of colors flashed along the surface before settling into what looked like a tunnel made of blue sky and clouds. Fiddleford looked at it and tried to control his breathing, he was close to hyperventilating.

He hadn't thought about if he was emotionally ready to see the machine up and running again.

'Remember, this is for Stanley. For Stanley.' He thought over and over as he forced himself to concentrate and take notes.

"Is it stable?" Asked Stan, looking at the portal as if mesmerized.

"A-as stable as it will ever be." Intoned Fiddleford. He read all of the gauges, they were the same as last time.

"Alright then." Intoned Stan. He then turned the switch and they watched as the portal powered off.

Fiddleford rubbed a hand over his face as Stan stretched, he was too old for this.

And he needed a shave.

He wasn't prepared for the large bear hug Stan gave him, he made a noise of distress as he was lifted off of his feet.

"Fidd's we did it! Tomorrow we'll turn this sucker on and get my brother back!" Stan sounded close to tears.

Fiddleford realized he was too.

"We'll get him back Stanford. I promise." He said.

They shared a look and then Stan pulled him into a kiss. Very quickly it was just hands and lips and heavy breathing. Fiddleford hadn't even realized how far along they were until he felt Stan's hand in his pants. And the he realized they were on the floor of the lab.

He tried to tell Stan that they shouldn't be doing this here of all places. He tried to, really. Really, he did. But instead of saying rules or regulations, or even just anything useful his mouth made unholy noises filled with lust and became preoccupied with marking the whole of Stan's neck.

The last part of his mind not overtaken by passion tried to get his arms to push Stan away, but they instead opened the other's shirt and his hands ran through the other's copious chest hair. It tried to get his legs to play defense in a last ditch effort but they wrapped around Stan's waist instead, both moaned as they grinded on one another.

Their clothes seemed to fly off of them, Fiddleford whimpered as he watched Stan begin sucking on his fingers. This was going to be a rough ride and the thought just turned him on more.

Sex in a lab was a hell of a thing.

Fiddleford tried to hold in his moans but couldn't. He clung to Stan as the other hit home with every thrust. It didn't help that the radio was still on. Stan began going to the beat and Fiddleford lost all sense. By the end of it he could barely form words.

Stan too had become rather speechless, lost as he was. Both yelled out wordlessly as they climaxed.

They laid there together, trying to remember how to breathe at a regular rate.

Eventually Stan picked himself up off of Fiddleford and couldn't help a laugh.

"I don't think that was proper lab activity, huh nerd?"

He laughed harder when Fiddleford groaned and slapped him.

"I'm so DONE with you!" He moaned, running his hands through his hair.

"Shuddup, you love me." Responded Stan with a grin and a cuddle.

Miles away one Gideon Gleeful sat in his room, pouring over dusty tomes. He grinned as he read, yes. Yes, it was all coming together.