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Could you write some Danti fluff? Or literally any fluff of anyone

“Anti?” Dark called out when he stepped into the living room, seeing Robbie, Marvin, and Chase sitting on the floor in the circle playing a card game. “Have any of you seen Anti?” Dark asked.

“Nope.” Chase answered, taking a card from the deck and siding it into his hand while Robbie shook his head.

“I haven’t seen him since this morning when he asked to borrow my sharpies.” Marvin said.

“Sharpies?” Dark raised a brow.

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me after walking into a store during pride month and finding out they still expect me to pay for things

Language Of Love

I’M GOING TO USE THE FACT THAT I SPEAK FRENCH TO MY ADVANTAGE AND MAKE A FLUFFY FIC AFTER BREAKING YOUR GUYS’ HEARTS.  I SPEAK CANADIAN FRENCH, NOT FRANCE FRENCH.

SUMMARY:  Damien could speak many languages, one of which was French.  

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It was a quiet evening in City Hall, everyone had gone home to be with their families, except Damien, his office was the only one to be illuminated this late at night.  The young mayor sat at his desk, hunched over a bunch of papers and the scratching of his pen the only thing to be heard in the silent office.  

“Qu’est-ce que je vais faire?”  Muttered Damien, running his hand through his hair as he looked at all the other paperwork he had to complete.  He checked the grandfather clock, which indicated it was nearly midnight, so Damien decided he could go for another hour or two.

A soft knock on the door had interrupted Damien, causing him to momentarily look up from his work and shout that the door was open, in French of course, he tended to speak in his mother tongue when he was overwhelmed.  The knob twisted and the door opened, revealing a grinning Colonel William at his doorstep.

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This is a little blurb I wrote on @darkwarf nsfw Discord chat and I figured I’d be nice and share it with the rest of you

Dark sat at his desk, working on what felt like the hundredth paper for the day. He locked himself away in his office because he wanted to get ahead for once so he could, somewhat, relax over the next few days. One can only relax so much when you’re in a relationship with a madman and a literal virus. 

“Look at our handsome man, working so hard.” A voice whispered into Dark’s ear, making him immediately drop his pencil, all want of work leaving his mind.

“He’s always doing his best, isn’t he?” Another voice was in Dark’s other ear.

“And he always looks so beautiful when he blushes.” Wilford chuckled, placing a kiss on Dark’s jaw. 

“He’s always beautiful,” Anti added, running his tongue along the shell of Dark’s ear and grinning when he earned a little gasp. 

“Maybe he can show us just how beautiful he can be.” Wilford purred. 

“Legs spread wide open, face fully flushed and his memorizing voice begging and pleading for more.” Anti placed his hand on Dark’s thigh while Wilford did the same to the other.

“How does that sound, my little demon?” Wilford asked. “Do you want us?" 

"Do you want to show us your beauty?” Anti moved his hand up higher. 

“Y-Yes.” Dark whimpered. 

“Good boy,” Wilford smirked.

A COMPROMISE

100 Thousand Reblogs and I will let Dark and Wilford live.

Anything less and they’re dead FOREVER.