Summary: In which ‘Breddy’, Fitz sandwich great-grandson tells his heroic story to his nephews and nieces.
After all, sandwiches can be heroes too.
A crack-fic obviously set after T.A.H.I.N.I (LIVING IN A SANDWICH PARADISE).
I’m totally blaming my mind on this one, but since I love you girls too much, here enjoy the nonsense: vesperass-anuna, ldjkitten74, b-isforbombshell, few-times, afgani, eveningspirit, purple-platypuses, littleangrykitten, hi-everyone-this-is-anna, hyperion-shrike and I’m so sorry if I forgot anyone!!
Gather around my babywiches, I have a story to tell. See, before we were all here inside this loaf of bread, there was a legend.
"Which legend Breddy?" Sammie my youngest bread-niece asked.
The legend of my great-grandfather, the prosciutto, buffalo mozzarella and a “hint” of pesto aioli sandwich, for the effects of this story, I’ll call him Prosci. He had a very adventurous life you see, going into battles and on missions, waiting for his perfect moment to shine.
"And?" Yeah, I wasn’t even surprised that Sammie was the one begging for answers, such a curious little bready.
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