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[gatefleet]

I'm not prepared for the end of their story ;-;

No, not at all.....

Hi! Request for Duke Crocker please

"Why am I the only one naked right now?"

❤️

Tagging: @kmc1989 @of-mice-and-mirth @magic-multicolored-miracle @itsdanajane16 @trublu2u

Companion piece to:

Death In A Tarot Card - Duke learns his fate.

You aren’t in bed when Duke wakes up, he doesn’t hear your footsteps on the deck, or feel your presence in the room. Something has shifted he thinks, he isn’t sure what but he can feel it in the depths of his soul as he pushes himself up from the mattress.

He finds you in the galley, sitting at the small table by the porthole. Your hands are wrapped around a mug of Earl Grey tea as you stare out of the window at the sea as it laps against the starboard side of the Rouge.

"Why am I the only one naked right now?" He asks you as he leans in the doorway, the sheets gathered around his hips.

You sigh before you remove the two tarot cards out of your bag, setting them down on the table in front of him. His chest tightens as he looks down at them, your fingers tracing over the Death card.

“Did you ask me to marry you because you love me?” You ask him as you push it towards him. “Or because you found out you wouldn’t be here in a couple of months?”

“Why can’t it be both?” He asks you, his dark hair falling across his features as his eyes meet yours. “I’ve been carrying that ring around for weeks waiting for the right time and then it turned out there might not be one.”

“So your reaction to finding out you’re going to die is to come home, propose to me, fuck me stupid and then get up and resort to do the same thing all over again.” You say, your fingertip tapping on the Death card.

“I don’t want to die.” He tells you frankly. “But if these are my last days, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than inside that sweet pussy of yours, making you say my name.”

Your cheeks colour then and he really hopes that this isn’t one of the last times he gets to see you blush.

“If you’re serious about marrying me, I want to do it today.” You tell him as you push your own card forward.

It’s the Lovers.

A man that looks like him, holding a woman that looks like you. He’s seen this card a thousand times since the two of you got together, always sandwiched between the pages of a book. He can’t believe he’s never noticed the resemblance until now.

“I want to honeymoon in Cape Breton.” You continue as he picks up the card and stares at it. He notes the rings on their fingers, wedding bands he realises. “I want to make love in that little bed and breakfast we found in Nova Scotia, to see the Northern Lights, experience that magic with you…”

You trail off then because what you’re reciting, that’s his bucket list, the one he whispers to you in the dead of night.

“Today then.” He says, his voice rough as sets the card back down upon the table. “We’ll get married today.”

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HAVEN (2010 - 2015) ↳3x01 ― 301

Duke Crocker and Nathan Wuornos [ 1 / ??? ]

[chekovbeforeyouwrekovyourself]

Hello I’m back on my bullshit

[stalltherain]

It's funny rewatching just the Duke parts of Haven season 1. It becomes a show about a guy doing nice stuff for people, like getting his buddy exotic food items from around the world & smuggling party supplies for a 90 year old lady's birthday party. These 2 cops keep showing up to harass him, flirt with him, and ask for help with bizarre shit and very little explanation.

[vargamornight]

so imagine you've been talking mad shit about a guy to your new best friend, right. but it doesn't really stick, because the first time she ever meets him, he literally saves her life. so she's like "i don't really see what you see, he seems pretty chill" and you're like "whatever. you don't get it, i grew up with him, trust me, i know him better than you do and he sucks. you can't trust him, he's only out for himself." and she's like "okay" but she still hangs out with him, even though she tries to hide it from you at first.

and then that guy starts dying. you know he's gonna die, you can see it happening, he's just the most recent in a string of deaths. he is going to die, right in front of you, if your new best friend can't figure out how to help him. so what do you do? you sit with him. you hold him. you help him get comfortable. you listen to what may be his last words. and then, when he stops breathing, you realize you can't let him die. you start cpr right there, right on the stairs, and you hope and pray that your friend can undo whatever's been done to him before you break too many ribs.

and she does! holy shit, she does! he starts breathing again, and so do you.

and then he doesn't remember any of that happening.

so you continue insisting that you hate him. that you don't trust him. but you start asking for his help—or, more accurately, you get your friend to ask for his help, because she's way more likely to get a yes than you are, because of your insistence that you hate him. he doesn't let you down, not like the last person you asked for help (she helped, but left you, because the kinds of things that happen to you and your friend were too much for her.)

your friend's birthday rolls around, and everybody gets together for a surprise party. you get her a nice sweater; he gets her a necklace that belonged to her long lost mother. you do hate him for that, just a little bit. she starts spending more time with him, trying to hunt down any information about her mother, which leads to finding out exactly how he's going to die. a man with a tattoo (a stylized maze, with four figures around it like compass points) kills him. you all know it's true. it was seen by a woman who predicted dozens of deaths. you've seen the tattoo before, too—on the arm of the first in the string of deaths you investigated all those weeks ago, when you held him as he died.

your friend spends a few nights in a row on his boat, drinking and playing poker with a mutual friend and two out of towners. you think nothing of it—at least, that's what you tell yourself. more honestly, you refuse to think about it. but then, it turns out, she was actually just spying on the out of towners, who turn out to be bad guys, thieves, after something on his boat. which is great news! she had a real, unrelated reason to be there! whew, that's a relief. out loud, all you say is that she has the right to spend time with whoever she wants, even him.

he asks you for help—his life is in danger. he was double crossed, and some very bad people want him dead. he asks you to help him. but him asking you for help sends a slice of spite through you, and you get the urge to remind him of a time he hurt you. you don't often get urges you can follow through with without facing criminal charges, so you give in to this one. he asks you if he deserves to die for being mean to you in the third grade. you shrug, you let him think you won't help, and then you set up an entire sting operation and arrest the people that double crossed him. he's safe. the two of you spend some time together and, for the first time in years, it's amicable.

a couple days later, he gets a threatening visit from a man, just released from prison, with the tattoo. THE tattoo—the one that belongs on the arm of the man who kills him. he freaks out, which is understandable. but then that man turns up dead, and your first thought is of him. you say it's because you suspect him of killing the tattooed man. you find him, panicked and paranoid, with a shotgun he looks more than ready to use, but his hands are shaking and his breath is uneven and when you tell him the man is dead, he's so visibly relieved it even makes you let out a breath. he's safe, and you know he didn't kill anyone, and he's safe.

your father dies that afternoon.

that evening, you are going to die.

maybe.

there's a very real chance that, if you go with your friend to try and help someone, you will die. you ask him to come with you. maybe you remember, think about the fact that when he was dying, you were with him. maybe you don't. maybe you don't think about why you're asking at all. but when he asks you that question without speaking—why would you want him there with you?—you say you want him there for her. maybe he believes it. maybe he's forgotten everything you've ever said about him. maybe he's forgotten that you tried to keep her away from him, claiming it was for her own good. maybe he's forgotten that, not six months ago, the only communication the two of you engaged in was when you would go to his boat just to slap him with whatever citations you could get away with. maybe he cares more about her than he does about you.

he comes with you, and he stays with you. he doesn't go with her, so now you both know you were lying. he stays with you when you collapse, hanging back and leaning forward, like he wants to hold you but he's afraid. (after all, there are people around.) but your friend is the best at what she does, and she saves you. he helps you back to your feet, holds your arms, looks into your eyes to see if you're okay. the bigoted old preacher who's hated you for decades sneers at the two of you, and insists "the lamb can never lie down with the lion." you wave the comment away.

later, he helps you dig your father's grave without even being asked. (that's a poem, all by itself.) he tells you, smiling: "i'm the lion." you smile too.

and that's just the first season, plus a premiere.

[nickfromguesswhohateclub]

there are probably like 30 people on the planet who care about these locations and i am proud as hell to be one of them

[clockwork76]

Read the Colorado Kid and found this wonderful nugget for the Haven fandom.

I have evidence from all of the seasons but I mean, if the King himself agrees I don’t need to fight too much.

[asexualtuckerfoley]

Why are there no fics where Duke’s six month exposure to the barn somehow magically makes him immune to Nathan’s trouble? Just imagine it-

Duke holds out the $20 in Nathan’s peripheral vision cause of course he has to tease him. Nathan swats his hand away and it takes him a second to realize. That tingling in his hand as his body processes. Only one person has ever made him feel and he turns around and sees… Duke.

The one asshole who’s been there through everything. Who brought his trouble back. Who saved his life. Who vanished for six months. Because just as much as he believed Audrey was still alive he believed Duke was too, and there he is. Making Nathan feel. But maybe that’s just in his head.

And he hugs him cause his best friend situational tolerance is alive and oh my god Nathan really can feel him. He can also suddenly feel where Duke’s hand presses on a bruise and he can’t help but fall into him from the pain but he doesn’t care because he can feel Duke.

Duke figures it out immediately and gets him in the car, and the entire drive back into town Nathan’s got a stronger hold on Duke than his seatbelt does because even through the pain he feels so good, so right, and just like that Nathan knows they’re gonna be okay.

[cloysterbell]

Look, if I'm gonna kill this guy, I better be damn well sure that it's gonna work.

[creativebratan]

Откопал у себя в закромах, - решил заценить, совмещая с рисованием, что там в 2010 году смотрели?))..

Да, я тот редкостный человек с работающим DVD))  🤣

7.09.24

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5000 Follower Celebration: Death In A Tarot Card - Duke Crocker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @of-mice-and-mirth @bunnybarnes1917 @princessmermaid1289 @jeysbae

Companion piece to:

The Finder - Haven has away of giving you what you need even when you don't know what you're looking for.

The List - Duke makes a list of the reasons you should stay with him.

Baggage - You coax Duke to tell you about his baggage.

Everything (NSFW) - You are everything to Duke.

Love Bite - Duke loves wearing the marks of your love.

Another (NSFW) - Duke wants to make sure you forget any other man.

Come Home - Duke travels to Nova Scotia to bring you home.

Layby - Duke and you take a moment in the aftermath of everything that's happened.

Stars (NSFW) - You and Duke spend a night under the stars.

Duke hasn’t told you about the tarot card, the one that he keeps tucked in the visor of his Jeep because he doesn’t want you find it on the Cape Rouge.  

When Elspeth had handed it to him, he had laughed because the Death card, it never really means what it says but then he’d seen the look in her eyes and he realised her Trouble, it’s a lot more literal than most.

“How long?” He had asked her.

“Months at most.” She’d said as her fingers traced over the illustration of his death sentence. “The cards, they don’t tend to draw these things out.”

When he makes it back to the Rouge that night, he doesn’t say anything when he steps through the door, he simply kisses you and that kiss…

It’s everything to him in that moment and Duke, he knows exactly what he has to do.

When you wake up the next morning, it’s to a cup of Earl Grey on the nightstand and an engagement ring on his pillow case. It’s an antique piece, silver with onyx stones set into the clasps. You smile as he takes your hand and places it on your finger.

“Will you?” He asks, his voice a little rough as he looks into your eyes.

“Of course.” You grin, your hands threading through his hair as you draw him back down into bed with you. He spends the morning inside you, making you sure you know exactly how much he loves you before he falls asleep tangled up in the sheets.

It’s a couple of hours later you slip away. You hop into his Jeep with the intention of heading to that bakery he likes when you pull down the visor to block out the sun and you find that tarot card and in that moment everything just falls into place.

You take your own out of your bag and study it alongside his.

Two years ago when you rolled into Haven, you’d found yourself in Elspeth’s shop and she’d given you your own tarot card. The Lovers.

“You’re going to meet man.” She’d told you as she pushed the card towards you. “A rogue and you’re going to fall in love with him, he’s going to give you a home right here on the water and for a time you’ll be happy, the happiest you’ve ever been.”

You’d met Duke Crocker the very next day, ended up living with him on the Cape Rouge.

It’s only now as you recall those words that you realise how temporary they sound.

You wonder if Elspeth had known Duke’s fate when she’d given your own card, if she’d known it would end in tragedy. You sigh as you tuck your card in alongside Duke’s underneath the elastic in the visor.

Whatever comes, the two of you, you’ll handle it together, just like a husband and wife should.

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The Colorado Kid

This 2019 illustrated edition has an updated foreword from Haven producer Charles Ardai and interior art throughout the book, including some by Kate Kelton (who played Jordan McKee).

Here's the cover and my favourite (and most Haven-like) of the illustrations. I'm not sure how to tell which artist relates to which image, but I assume this first landscape is by Kate Kelton as she is referred to as a painter and most of the images seem (to my untrained eye) to be pencil drawings.

[bloodstainedmuzzle]

HAVEN (2010 - 2015) ↳ 1x11 ― The Trial of Audrey Parker

Duke Crocker [ 1 / ??? ]

[swans-chirping-in-the-distance]

Duke is the victim in so many situations and its never acknowledged in most of them

[stalltherain]

I'm half way through season 3 of Haven, and here's my personal summary.

So there's this woman named Audrey who is an FBI agent, except she's not actually an FBI agent at all. She has some other woman's memories. That woman shows up and then has her memories wiped and just goes away. Turns out Audrey doesn't age or something and is actually at least 3 different people I guess.

Then there's basically her 2 love interests.

First is a saltine wafer of a man named Nathan. He's boring. He's also a cop, so in 2010 that probably made him more attractive to a general audience than it does in 2024.

He's white-boy hot, so Audrey has feelings for him for some reason I don't see.

His "thing" is that he can't feel anything -- except Audrey's touch. Since he's a pretty white man cop in 2010's, it's apparently supposed to be romatic that the main reason he likes her is for what she does for him. He brings the bare minimum to the table and is unattractively jealous of Duke (to be described later).

I think I'm supposed to be rooting for him and Audrey to get together. I'm not.

Here he is. Bland & pretty (attractive you're into that).

Then there's this god-damned smoke show named Duke who serves cunt every time he's on screen . We're supposed to think he's a bad guy because at the start of the show he smuggles alcohol and cigars. He owns a bar. He also bullied Nathan in grade school. (So I guess that makes him evil forever? Idk. Nathan can't seem to let it go even after Duke apologizes. We're constantly reminded Duke is "a criminal".)

Duke spends the whole show so far doing whatever Audrey needs even when there's no benefit to himself and trying to help other people (again with no benefit for himself). Unlike Nathan and Audrey, he's not even getting paid for it.

He's snarky and claims he's only out himself -- even though that's consistently not true.

He's got "bad boy" vibes without actually doing much bad at all. Oh, and as if they didn't already make this dude hot enough, he has an ability that's basically this show's flavor of a demon hunter (except the demons are people with powers who do damage unintentionally), but he refuses to use his powers because he doesn't want to be a killer (always making exceptions when someone else needs him to - especially Audrey).

Anyway, this face

I'm conflicted about whether I want to keep watching. Everything seems to be telegraphing that I'm going to hate where this goes.

But damn would it be so satisfying if a snarky, morally gray character like Duke "got the girl" and came out ahead. (Or rather, from my perspective as "a girl", I'd prefer more stories where "the girl" chooses the more complex, devoted guy who's most looking out for her over selfish bland, blonde white guy number five billion and three.)