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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YOU LOOK JUST LIKE ME HAHA

YOU

ALL

LOOK

JUST

LIKE

ME

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darkstachee

7 years ago

Wilford: Hey Dark, what do you want to eat?

Celine: The Souls Of The Innocent-

Damien: a bagel.

Celine: No-

Damien: two bagels.

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darkstachee

6 years ago

1920s wkm moodboard. 💫

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darkstachee

6 years ago

Could you please do some Dilliam NSFW. I need more of it in my life!

William was sitting in bed, under the covers, wearing only boxers and reading a book Damien had suggested for him and he was about halfway done with it. It was a very good read and William wasn’t one to sit around and read for an extended period of time, but it was nice to relax for a bit and let his mind travel to a different world someone else created.

“Hello, William.” Damien greeted as he stepped into the room, setting his came down and his usually straighten posture was slumped over with exhaustion.

“Dami, you look like a dead-man walking.” William commented, lowering his book while Damien worked on undoing his bowtie.

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darkstachee

7 years ago

Momiplier: No, I don’t know him.

Momiplier: I have one son and his name isn’t Mark.

Momiplier: No idea who this silly naked man is.

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darkstachee

5 years ago