Hello! I was wondering, would be willing to write for The Clown/Jeffrey Hawk? Anything fluffly, really, I rarely come across fluff about him and I'm starving for it. I am in need of soft Clown content. Please and thank you :C
Hello sweetheart, I can absolutely do that for you.
Please be warned I have not written for Jeffery yet, but I will do my best.
Bhvr can rip Maurice from my cold dead hands
The Clown - Kenneth Chase / Jeffery Hawk
The carriage creaked loudly as Kenneth stepped down from its steps, rocking back into place once he stepped off. The clown had a mission of sorts. One that had taken a lot of planing, a lot of questions and partial charades with the nurse, and a many favours owed to an old coot with a gun. Entirely worth it, however.
Kenneth glanced back, a final check to ensure everything was just right, before continuing on his way. Despite his⊠less than gentlemanly appearance and mannerisms, Kenneth did know a thing or two about romance - sort of. He had been relatively popular in his teenage years, lending to showing him the basics of wooing someone.
Whatever he didnât learn from then he remembered from movies, books and most recently, whatever he had been able to convey from the raspy breathes of the only person in the realm he knew had actually been married.
Tonight would test his knowledge, and it would be a lie to say he wasnât silently panicking. Was it too much? Was it enough? Would he look like a fool? He already looked like a fool he was dressed like a clown - no, none of that. get it together, Kenneth.
The fog at the boarder of the realm began to shift, curling in and out as the land began to change. The clown straighten his back some, quickly brushing back his mussed hair and silently cursing his balding.
He watched closely as you stepped from the mist, stealing away his breath as you did. You were always stunning in his eyes, and if never failed to surprise him just how you made his heart leap. You smiled at him, stepping forward to take his outstretched hand. âNow will you tell me what youâve been hiding?â
He smirked, turning to begin guiding you back toward the caravan. âCanât, wouldnât be much of a surprise.â
The two of you entered the clearing past the burned building, and you gasped. The usual carnival games and tacky attractions had been pushed aside in the corner, lending room for a single table set up in the middle. An old, moth eaten table cloth draped over it with a candle burning in the centre. Strings of lights twinkled above, were it not for the dilapidated and dirty look of everything around you - this would be like a scene from a cheesy movie.
Kenneth watched you take in the sight, silently questioning himself. Did you hate it? You have a snort of a laugh, playfully pushing him. âYouâre such a dork!â Oh god, you hated it. You smiled up at him, warmth radiating off you as you took his hand again âthis is wonderful, thank youâ
oh, alright. He mentally laughed at himself, what had he been so worried about? Psh he still had it.
The clown gave a dramatic bow, waving an arm towards the table in a very over the top display. You laughed again as he led you to your spot, pulling your chair out for you and stumbling slightly to push it back in on the grassy ground. The rusted iron chair creaked as he sat down in it, cussing quietly under his breath. âWhereâd you get this idea? â You asked, your voice light with a playful tone.
âIâll have ya know, I came up with all this myself. âm somewhat of a love expert.â He adjusted the collar of his shirt for comedic effect, pulling small laugh from you. Music to his ears. âWell I look forward to what that expert mind has plannedâ you smiled propping your head up with a hand.
Kenneth smiled, quite proud of himself. âNothinâ special, just this.â He closed his eyes, a confident grin on his painted face. You stared at him, glancing around for something to happen or for him to move. After a moment, he opened his eyes, brows knitting together. âI said, just thisâ silence met the two of you, broken only by a laboured huff from Maurice.
âCaleb! Get your scrawny ass out here!â Jeffery shouted, thumbing his fist on the table. You heard a deep sigh, and from behind the large caravan stepped an older man you recognized. The whispered stories told around the campfire, and horrific memories of glowing eyes. The Deathslinger himself. Gone was his signature duster and hat, traded out for a simple old blue shirt and vest. Pale hair tied back and a scowl firmly placed on his features that told you he really didnât want to be present.
The bounty hunter - or Caleb, as youâve now found out - approached, unceremoniously dropping two plates of entity catered mystery food onto the table. âBone apple whatever tha hell.â He said bitterly, glaring at Jeffery before turning to you and pointing a finger in your direction. âOne word oâ this to anyone anâ I make you eat the harpoon.â
Jeffery coughed, fixing the man a look. Caleb turned on his heel. Muttering to himself as he limped away, once he was gone you released the laugh you had been desperately holding in. Kenneth joined you, his familiar harsh laugh filling the clearing.
You smiled, it had been so long since you had been able to enjoy a meal with someone you cared for. Yes you ate at the campfire with the others, but this was something different, something special. This was a date. A real, proper date with someone you loved. Someway, somehow Kenneth had hopped through enough hoops to arrange the closest thing to a romantic date one could get in this hell, and he had done it for you.
You reached across the table, taking his hand into yours and fixed your gaze to his. âThank you, Kenneth. Really.â
The clown leaned forward, raising your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the top of your hand. âAnythinâ for you, Doll.â