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Grunkle Fidds (-A Fiddlestan Fic-)

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When Dipper and Mabel arrive in Gravity Falls, they are greeted by their Grunkle Stan - and his husband Fiddleford. **SPOILERS**

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Grunkle Fidds

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He's weak.
He's a loser.
I just wanna get rid of him!
You ignoramus!
You have two sons: one of them is incredibly gifted, the other one is standing outside of this room and his name's Stanley.
Extra Stan for sale.
All you ever do is lie and cheat, and ride on your brother's coattails!
Until you make us a fortune, you're not welcome in this household!
"Stan." A hushed voice woke him up.
Stan groaned, rolling over to the other side of the bed.
"Stanley!" Slim fingers wrapped around his shoulder. 
"Ah? Wha...?" He mumbled, sitting up defensively.
Fiddleford laughed, holding his arm gently. "Stanley, the kids're comin'."
"I don't have any kids," he argued.
"Mason and Mabel. Your great niece and nephew? Don't tell me ye've fergotton, darlin'?"
He paused. "No...?"
Fiddleford laughed. "Get dressed. Their bus'll be here in 'n hour."
"I got time," he grumbled. His arms wrapped around the skinny man and pulled him back into bed with him.
"Stanley!" He laughed, his southern accent ringing beautifully through Stan's ears.
"Five more minutes, Fidds..." He nestled his face into the man's neck, and his lovely, soft sweater.
"Ye gotta get dressed, darlin'. C'mon."
He kissed his husband's nose.
"We can finish this later, alright?"
Stan groaned. "Alright..."

                                

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Stanley looked down at his husband, tying his little tie. Bow? Whatever it was.
"Is somethin' botherin' you, beau?"
"What if the kids don't like me?" He burst out. "Or the Shack? Or Soos? Or..."
"Or me?"
Stanley chuckled. "That's impossible."
Fiddleford smiled. "They're gonna love you. Like I do."
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