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Sweet Rewards
Title: Sweet Rewards
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Author: Kat
Rating: G
Character(s): Ed
Genre: Slice of Life
Warnings: None
Words: 109
Claim: Days of Yore
Summary: Ed works hard for a sweet reward.
A/N: Vexed's fault.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Ed knew it was going to be amazing. He moaned just thinking about it. All he had to do was just finish shoveling the snow from the Hughes' driveway. He swore that more snow was just appearing out of nowhere. His nose was an ice cube and he'd lost feeling in his fingers awhile ago, despite being bundled up. He pressed on, shoveling faster, knowing his reward was inside.
After he finally finished, he rushed inside. There was a minor set back when Gracia sent him back to the front door to shed his wet clothes, but now it was time to rejoice with his nice hot apple pie.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Author: Kat
Rating: G
Character(s): Ed
Genre: Slice of Life
Warnings: None
Words: 109
Claim: Days of Yore
Summary: Ed works hard for a sweet reward.
A/N: Vexed's fault.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Ed knew it was going to be amazing. He moaned just thinking about it. All he had to do was just finish shoveling the snow from the Hughes' driveway. He swore that more snow was just appearing out of nowhere. His nose was an ice cube and he'd lost feeling in his fingers awhile ago, despite being bundled up. He pressed on, shoveling faster, knowing his reward was inside.
After he finally finished, he rushed inside. There was a minor set back when Gracia sent him back to the front door to shed his wet clothes, but now it was time to rejoice with his nice hot apple pie.
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