Fred Bonaparte in the Winter
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Even if it's my word vomit, it's still a fanfic I'm pretty proud of, so enjoy!
Father and daughter stuff, contains a OC of mine that most of my friends know of.
Preview:
Winters were always the hardest time of the year. With the snow falling, the wind howling and clothes barely being enough to keep them warm. They often found themselves hiding away in the most closed up part of the asylum.
Fred decides to reminisce a bit, that is until a hurricane comes...
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