#fiddauthorday

The red string of fate

Happy fiddauthor day everyone!!

I feel so lucky to have a friend

i finished this animatic in time for Fiddauthor Day! i love these two and am excited to be able to finally show this to you guys!!

hope you enjoy!!

Warm Memories // Warmer Bodies

This is for the FiddauthorDay! First time writing this ship but they are very dear to me. I used the prompt coffee from the Mystery Shacks' weekly prompts.

Just a small drabble <3

Ao3 link if you prefer

@zellaroonie

Fiddleford whistled as he headed down the hallway towards his dorm in a great mood. A paper bag of snacks in one hand and a tray of fresh coffee from the cafe down the street in the other. He knew Ford would be grateful for the surprise treat. He used his hip to push open the door, peering in and seeing Ford in the same hunched-over position he’d left him in.

Ford sat at his desk, still only half dressed. Though Fiddleford wasn’t complaining about seeing Ford’s legs, especially his thighs, in those short shorts. He cleared his throat, Ford not even flinching, just bouncing his knee, a nervous habit he had when he was deep in thought and stressed.

“Staaanfooord!” Fiddleford called and closed the door. He set down the coffee and bag on the table before walking over to Ford. He put his hands on his shoulders and gently jostled him. Ford huffed and glanced up at him, his glasses sliding down his nose before he adjusted them.

“I got ya coffee an’ a treat!” 

“Oh?” Ford’s interest piqued, mildly less annoyed at the interruption. “What kind of treat?” he asked as Fiddleford wrapped his arms around him, resting hands on his chest, feeling the long, tickling mustache of his boyfriend as he planted kisses all over his cheek.

“Me, I’m the treat,” Fidds grinned and carried on tickling Ford’s face with his kisses. “Stop it,” Ford said between laughs and playfully swotted at his partner before resting his hands on the ones on his chest. Holding them gently and smiling.

“Come take a break, darlin’.” Fiddleford pleaded and untangled his arms from around Ford, pulling him back by his shoulders, the chair swiveling out from under the desk. Ford let himself be wheeled to the coffee table before he pulled himself off and flopped on the couch with Fiddleford. 

“Black coffee for my hard workin’ pumpkin!” he handed Ford the coffee, who happily accepted it and held it in his hands with a sigh, enjoying the strong aroma that floated up from the cup.

Fiddleford pulled out a cookie and handed it to him before he got settled with his own drink, a hazelnut latte. Extra sweet. The two cuddled closer together and sipped their drinks, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment.

“Thanks. Fidds,” Ford smiled at him, genuine, grateful, a gaze full of affection as he set his hand on Fiddlefords thigh. He grinned, happy he’d brought a little happiness to Ford, making him take a break from his mountains of work. He set his hand on top of Ford's.