Farmers daughter au where Jake ran away from his rich family to live a more simple and free life going place to place. He picks up odd jobs at peopleâs farms, staying there for a bit before moving on to the next town. He comes into a new town same as usual, gets the first job he knows he can work and works just as usual. While heâs working with the other drifters and farmhands, he notices a young girl around his age just watching him and interacting with all the creatures and ppl she can. She finally greets him and shows him the first bit of genuine kindness heâs seen in awhile. They start to interact more and more as heâs staying there and as he comes to his usual stopping point in jobs, he just canât seem to want to leave this one just yet. He asks her father if he can stay for a little longer and the man couldnât care less. They develop a nice little friendly slightly flirty relationship, but jakes not sure if he wants to take it any further or not. He clearly likes this girl bc heâs still here but deep down he doesnât feel that heâs worthy enough to try and make her *his* girl
I wanted to show off an au I did for the Claudette server. If u wanna see more like it join the server
Foreign wife to a samurai au. Where Kazan went with his father and a couple other warriors to trade and mingle in a foreign land. He sees Claudette and is like oh sheâs pretty, and nice, and his father runs with it and urges him to take her home and marry her. Itâs not exactly an arraigned marriage but both Claudette and Kazan werenât exactly into it but were pushed by their parents. Both really agreed bc it would be some sort of status symbol. For Claudette it would be riches and Kazan itâs a foreign trophy wife. And really the proposal went a lot like âcan u marry me and come home with me?...đâ âI guess...đâ. So he takes her back and they go through the motions of everything without much emotion to it than just like fascination of it all. Claudette having to learn an entire new culture and customs, and Kazan learning to live with someone else, let alone someone who now has the status of family(wife) that wasnât just his father. Over much more time of them actually getting to notice each other they start getting closer. Most definitely just starting out as friends before any romantic feelings developed. I would say that Kazan actually fell first but Claudette didnât come too long after that. The love was more outwardly visible on Claudetteâs side and more internally on Kazans. That leads to the next problem of claudette falling for this man and not even knowing if he feels the same or if heâs just there bc thereâs no going back from this. She doesnât know how to approach nor does she really *want* to approach bc she doesnât want to change their good dynamic. Kazan is a warrior which means heâs definitely more of a meathead and very emotionally stunted so he doesnât even particularly know how to show his love so outwardly and he has some trouble saying it, especially to someone whoâs very emotional compared to him. He can come off as harsh and it can honestly tilt their relationship off kilter at times bc Claudette can take it pretty hard sometimes. This problem gets even harder with kazans increase in dangerous tasks, missions, and kills that he has to do now. So he leaves for longer and sometimes comes back bloodied and beaten. Claudette really worries for him and really wants to break the wall down between them but canât find the words or the time to do so with his trips. It leaves a lot of yearning on both sides bc a lot of it is just wishing the other well and praying for them, wanting to say more but then just being like âwelp goodbyeâ at critical moments.
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Iâd say that they wouldnât even have sex on their wedding night either. Claudetteâs too scared and Kazan wouldnât be able to do anything without feeling like he forced her. They just wave off everyone who asks about it the next day. They wouldnât do anything sexual or even remotely lovey dove-y for the most part. Maybe a unwanted kiss for publicity here and there. But it wouldnât escalate until probably after Kazan gets back from another fortnight long trip bloodied. Claudetteâs left healing him up but this time she actually cries while doing it. Kazan accordingly asks whatâs wrong and sheâd talk about the fact that she truly worries for him and loves him and he would be stunned and only able to really just hold her and wipe her tears away. Heâd move to kiss her for the first time and would move on from there to deepen it. He would move his hands down to explore her body slowly, really taking in her form for the first time. He would most definitely take her right where they sat in their living room. Taking all the time in the world to finger her open until he can finally start to sheath himself inside of her. After he finally comes inside, he would most definitely take her to his room to do it all over again. From then on theyd most definitely fuck like rabbits. If it werenât for kazans still ongoing trips she wouldâve been pregnant within the next few months from her near daily breedings
I havenât posted anything on this blog in a bit sorry đbut I wanted to test my skills and see how fast I could write and complete a story. I feel like I failed my expectations cause I wanted it to be less than an hour and it took 3 to write but itâs here. I hope u guys like it cause itâs bad. Happy Halloween đ
Michael & Claudette short story
Claudette watched from her shop window as the abnormally tall man stared at the Halloween display of darkly colored roses and orange and black baby pumpkins, crouching in front of it with rapt interest. It seemed that the man had either just gotten off work or he came here on his break, seeing as the man was still in his navy jumpsuit, dark stains of what she assumed was oil splattered randomly around the garment. His hair wrapped in a loose bun, fringe and stubborn locks hang freely in front of his face, obscuring it from prying eyes. Heâs been to the shop numerous times before, but never stayed for long and has only bought something a fraction of the amount of times heâs been there. Although recently the man hasnât been coming as often. Busy for the holiday that was coming up soon, she assumed.
Claudette had missed the man. Sheâd always been a woman of routine, and the imposing stranger had unknowingly wormed himself into hers. Seeing the man again brought a small smile to her face. He chose the right time to show up too, considering she just got finished working with an unruly woman about a ridiculous order of out of season flowers. She guessed that now would be a good time as ever to finally greet the man. Maybe start up a conversation thatâs not just, âFind everything ok,â and, âHave a nice day, sir!âÂ
It wasnât usually in her nature to be so bold in introductions, but it seemed the man was worse at communication than she was, seeing as how her previous questions were usually answered with a stoic face and silence.Â
Her calloused, bandaged hands pressed against the front counter to help her down the slight drop from her stool. She quickly dusted the dirt and stray leaves off of her apron before taking slow deliberate steps towards the man, almost like she was trying not to startle an animal.Â
As she neared the man, his eyes shot up from the display and directly onto Claudette as she neared the large glass, his icy blue eyes dangerous and his stare, hard. The intimidating movement admittedly shocked her a bit, but she tried not to let it show. Offering up a warm smile and a small wave instead. His posture straightened as she passed the display and walked to the shop's front door to greet him properly. She stopped in the doorway, leaving it open just enough to shield her bottom half from the shocking autumn wind.
âTrying to stock up for Halloween this year? This array isnât for sale since I need them for decoration, but I have plenty of extras in the shop I can let you take.â She chirped.Â
As she expected, she was met with silence in return. His eyes never left her form nor did they reveal any emotion or acknowledgement that he had heard her, but she wasnât about to let that ruin her offer of friendship. She shifted her stance and moved to open the front door wider. An invitation.Â
âWould you like to see? At least just to hide from the cold.â Again she was met with silence, only this time the man finally shifted his gaze from her, to the inside of the shop, before subsequently taking the steps to walk through the doors. Claudetteâs smile deepened at the small victory before she, too, walked back inside.Â
Claudette stepped past the big man to help guide him to the festive flora towards the back of the small building. Her arms gave a triumphant âTa-Daâ motion when she finally stood in front of it.Â
âPick anything you like. I was lucky this time. Everything grew in perfectly and on time this year.â She finished with a smile, her hands clasped in front of her as she stepped back to give him an unhindered view of his options.Â
The man stood awkwardly far from the large wagon that held the plants. He sized her up for a while in uncertainty, then eventually turned his stare down to the pumpkin display. He browsed at a distance for a couple of minutes, before stepping closer to kneel down and physically inspect the gourds. He picked up a rather large pumpkin, rotating it in his massive hands and tossing it up slightly to gauge its weight and inner contents, then finally replacing it for another. Repeating his procedure.
Claudette stood by patiently as he finally settled on three large pumpkins, and two baby pumpkins. He shifted his torso towards her and then reached into his pocket. Realizing the gesture, Claudette shook her head and gave him another bright smile.Â
âNo need to pay this time. Call it... a gift from a friend.â She watched as his mismatched eyes widened a bit. A minuscule amount for most people, but for him, thatâs the most emotion Claudette has ever gotten from him. The reaction made her heart ache. She hoped it wasnât a rare occurrence that someone showed the man a bit of kindness. She felt that everyone deserved some good in their life.Â
The man eventually recovered from his shock then looked away for a moment in contemplation. He seemed to come to some sort of a conclusion as he looked to her again. His hands moved in a specific pattern. A gesture that was obviously meant to convey something.
The elaborate movements were lost on Claudette for a second. Confusion clear on her face as her head tilted in response. The man made the same movement again but slower. Â
Oh.
It took her a second, but realization finally dawned on her. The man was using sign language. Suddenly the mans mysterious silence wasnât so mysterious anymore to Claudette. She was glad she decided to learn ASL back when she was still in school. Her peers scorned her for deciding to take the class, but clearly all her efforts were rewarded.Â
The man seemed to deflate slightly as he signed one more time before letting out a small breath and turning back to his pile of pumpkins. Her memory of her past teachings were hazy, but she was able to make out the gist of what the man was saying.Â
âA witch. Iâm gonna be a witch.â She answered.Â
The man quickly turned back to her with that same, shocked look before it eventually melted back into his original stoic state. Although Claudette was definitely sure sheâd seen the corners of his mouth lift up in a phantom of a smile and his cheeks get more colored.
Just as quick as he turned to look at her, he turned back to gather his pile of pumpkins, large hands holding the large bounty easily, and stood to walk out of the shop without another glance.Â
Claudette smiled to herself as she watched his retreating figure, already thinking about their next interaction and what she could possibly say next. She didnât even get the chance to ask for his name or anything else about the familiar stranger. Claudette let out a soft chuckle at her situation. She guessed she had to touch up on her sign language and ask him next time.Â
The next day she didnât see the man again, but she did find two skillfully carved pumpkins sitting next to each other in front of her shop's door as she went to open up for the day. One, a large pumpkin with a man's face she never seen before carved in. Blank and emotionless. The other, a baby pumpkin with glasses and a smile carved in with a tiny witch hat sitting on top of it.
Went on a little Twitter rant today bc I'm sick to death of the MAJORITY of the fandoms' attitude towards Claudette. (Yes, this absolutely includes ppl who say "oh haha i only hate BLENDettes bc URNT wrong blendette and Claudette are the same exact fucking person so how can you tell the difference between a 'Claudette who actually does things' and 'stereotypical blendette'? Oh wait that's right, you can't at all and you're acting purely on a biased assumption and then purposefully acting out ur weird hate. Because it's ADORABLE when a 'baby dwight' is LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME WAY AS BLENDETTES, but where's the hate for them? Ah, probably because he's the easily projectable white uwu twink fave... But 100% of all haters are not ready for this conversation.
Claudette would've been hated enough as a woman let alone also a black woman... just saying... you dont have to be intentional and purposeful... it's ok to reevaluate your own biases and hidden prejudices... bc you more than likely have them sweeties đ)
The new chapter of mercy for the honorable is literally almost as long as the entire rest of the story. đ I hope yâall are excited cause itâs coming out either today or tomorrow
The new chapter of mercy for the honorable is literally almost as long as the entire rest of the story. đ I hope yâall are excited cause itâs coming out either today or tomorrow
Do you have any updates regarding your stories? Also, do you plan to do any crossovers with dbd and other games???
Absolutely lifeâs just been coming at me pretty hard. Mercy for the honorable is 5,000+ words in and ongoing. Plus itâs being betad tonight.
As for crossovers I donât have any planned yet but I am willing to do some if I ever get the idea. Jason is looking like a pretty good candidate for a crossover story character
Yes I have a few. My trans headcannons usually come to me as I think about characters backstories and personality
The main one I always mention is wraith. Wraith is absolutely a trans man that worked at auto haven to not only survive but to also be able to pay for his surgery sometime in the future. Itâs the reason he wears bandages as a killer. A homage to one of the first, and for the time, only ways he was able to bind when he was younger
Nea is next on the list. Itâs one of the reasons she started to rebel against her parents, not necessarily because they didnât support her, but because she was having trouble finding herself in the world and how people perceive her.
Huntress is last on the list as a fem non-binary woman. She doesnât particularly perceive herself as a certain gender, but because of her trauma as a child, she clings to femininity as a way of comfort. If she had it her way, she would get bottom surgery in a heartbeat.
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