Baguettes Stories

Trauma :'D

I LOVE DORIAN AND BAGUTTE

This takes place in 2020 but there's no COVID-19 and the other psychotic stuff that's happening. Laurens and Alexander are in college (along with their other friends) and Laurens has depression (not doing this to be quirky, doing this bc I don't feel like talking to people about my problems so I'm gonna give them to him Also, they don't know each other in the beginning. Anyways, this is a Lams fanfic because I'm at that part of my Hamilton phase.

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lmao idk

bread /bred/ noun 1. food made of flour, water, and yeast or another leavening agent, mixed together and baked. "a loaf of bread"

BAGUETTE OUI OUI HON HON

Kill me now This isn't a lemon sorry Credits to yamatsukkiz on tik tok for the idea If y'all request a lemon I can do one

(I wrote this as a joke stop cringing <3)When you thought one couldn't possibly simp for France more! Find out what happens when a guy with a dodgy name and French accent joins your cooking class ;)))))))

The continuation of Knight and His Precious Waffle.

Visiting the beautiful city of paris.

Jag gillar baguetter

Two children brave a treacherous situation between a fish, a girl and a whole lot of long words and political miscalculations...

Tweek and Craig go to france and they steal the Eiffel tower

The wind in the Paris night blew lightly into the living room, but it was strong enough to disconcert the papers of scribbles and nonsensical doodles that sat on the coffee table. She was sound asleep, lying in the narrow space between the maroon loveseat and the coffee table. The rattling of the metal could be heard from the doorway as her cousin made his way into the small, shared apartment. His hands were full of groceries and he almost yelled for aid before seeing the moonlight hitting his little cousin's peaceful face. He chuckled and shook his head to himself. "What a kid." It has always been like this. She always had someone looking after her as she freely and carelessly explored the wonders in her mind and the world. Oblivious to the fact that, one day, there might be no one to fall back on, she dreams and dreams and dreams. She shares an apartment with her older cousin, Lin, in Paris. He is an aspiring artist seeking a way out into the artistic world and she's kind of just there in the gray void with her chaotic beauty. Wen Sun is a tree that sways with the storm. She is the splatter of paint that enhances the excitement of an art piece. She is the last tiny piece of cherry blossom that falls slowly from the sky of pink stars. Though she may not be the most invigorating person to meet, her mind is a flexible racing form and art is her outlook. Zachary Moon is that first stroke on a blank canvas, something so harsh by itself in an empty void. But really, he falls as easily as much as the next person does. Nothing has ever made him feel as content as art does. Although he does enjoy watching rookies wince under his brisk comments, it's not that he, himself, is an artist anyway. He was the great Vincent Van Gogh. And she was his starry night.

-Wakes up -Contemplates life -Pizza (THIS IS A COMPLETE JOKE I AM SO TIRED)

What a heart warming story

bread that is pg but has sexual undertones