#duke crocker x you

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The Finder: Duke Crocker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @aiko24k @magic-multicolored-miracle

When you’d first turned up in Haven you’d called yourself a P.I, Duke knows better these days, the more appropriate term would be a ‘Finder’. You have an exceptional gift for locating missing people, it’s that that brought you to Haven in the first place.

You’d been on the trail of your friend Jim Delaney, a man who had simply stepped out of your life one day and vanished into thin air. You’d managed to track him all the way here to Maine.

Using your less than savoury connections you’d discovered that Duke had been the one to smuggle him out of Boston. Jim’s Trouble had started to manifest physically and he’d had to cash in a favour from an old friend to spirit him away. It was safer for everyone, Jim had told you when you’d showed up at the houseboat Duke had set him up with.

It's seeing your compassion that makes Duke realise that you’re something special. Jim’s Trouble had disfigured him, rendered him practically unrecognisable to the man you once knew. However that didn’t seem to faze you. When you realised he was getting sicker, that his affliction was terminal  you had set up yourself up in Haven and liquidating your business assets so that you could afford to make Jim more comfortable during his remaining few months.

“Who is he to you?” Duke had asked one night when the two of you were walking alongside each other on the beach. “Why come all the way out here to find him? Why choose to stay?”

“He’s my friend.” You say simply. “He gave me a chance when nobody else would.”

He’s doesn’t quite understand what that means until the night Jim passes away. The two of you are sipping from a forty year old single malt that he  would have loved when you find yourself telling Duke how Jim saved you.

“I was living on the streets trying to escape a bad situation. I left with the clothes on my back and a couple of dollars I’d managed to take from my boyfriend’s wallet.” You tell him as you lay on a blanket, staring up at the stars. “I couldn’t go to the shelter because I knew he would find me so I started sleeping rough, trying to stay one step ahead of him until I could find a way to earn that wasn’t…”

You trail off then and Duke’s fingers thread through yours because he’s had to do some pretty terrible things to survive and now he knows you have too. He doesn’t judge you for it. He’s just glad you’re out of that situation, that you’re safe.

“He hired Jim to find you didn’t he?” he says into the darkness.

“Yea.” You say softly. “Jim, he took one look at the bruises, the doorway I was sleeping in, the clothes I was wearing…”

“And he saw you.” Duke says knowingly because Jim, he had done something similar for him just after Simon Crocker had died. He had been a lonely, messed up kid when Jim had taken him under his wing, helped him find his feet.

“He got me out of the city, set me up with a new identity, a job, a life.” You say softly, your voice breaking just a little. “He didn’t want anything, he didn’t expect anything, he just did it…”

“That’s who he was.” Duke says quietly as he shifts onto his side, propping his head up on his arm. “He couldn’t stand to see someone in distress, he couldn’t help himself…”

You turn to face him and he can see the agony in your eyes because Jim, he was a more than just a friend to you, he was a mentor, a father figure, the man who saved your life.

Without him you’re alone in the world all over again and Duke knows how hard that is, how untethered and isolated it makes you feel. His thumb ghosts over your cheek, chasing away the tears that stain your cheeks. He’s known you for just four months but already it feels like a life time.

“We’re gonna take care of each other alright?” He whispers to you as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “It’s you and me, no matter what happens. We’ll take care of each other.”

The two of you stay up, swapping stories about Jim into the early hours of the morning. You laugh, you cry and finally you fall asleep curled up against Duke, your head resting on his chest as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat. He draws the blanket up around your shoulders, tucking it around your body as he holds you close. You’re gone when he awakens, the scent of your perfume and the sea clinging to his skin.

You don’t come back for three weeks and when you do it's one in the morning.

He’s asleep when you let yourself into his bedroom, he wakes up to the aroma of jasmine and sunshine, it floods his senses as you join him underneath the covers. He thinks he’s dreaming at first but his dreams, they’re never this sweet.

“Tell me you’ve missed me.” You whisper as you strip off your shirt and his calloused palms chase over your bare skin.

“I have thought about you every damn day.” He murmurs into the curve of your throat as he helps you undress.

He makes love to you that night, his lips trailing over your naked form as the sound of the waves crash in his ears.

When he wakes up it’s to an empty bed. He sighs, burying his face into your pillow because this isn’t one of his usual one night affairs. He actually cares about you, the feelings he has, they’ve been there since the day you turned up on his boat peppering him with questions about Jim.

When he steps out onto his deck that morning he doesn’t expect to see you sitting there, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boots. You’re perched in his chair, sipping tea from a chipped mug and reading one of those mystery novels that you love so much.

Haven, he thinks as he lingers in the doorway, the edges of his mouth turning into a smile. It just has this way of giving people what they need, especially when they least expect it.

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Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

[edgessunflower]

Make you run and hide

Pairing: Duke Crocker x Fem reader

Description: You reveal your trouble and how it's disfigured you leaving everyone stunned but what Duke does leaves you taken off guard

No one knew about your trouble but they knew that whatever it was caused you a lot of pain and left you fatigued whenever you used it or waves of emotions hit you. You felt a wave of dread hit you along with a gut instinct of something bad happening as you called Dwight and asked where everyone was immediately running when he said that they were in the middle of the woods looking for evidence, you hung up and drove as fast as you could until you saw the SVU leading to you running into the woods as you heard yelling and gunshots which made your heart sink and it dropped to the ground when you see Duke unconscious, dwight hidden behind a tree, Nathan holding his bleeding leg, and Audrey being lifted in the air seeing her face turn blue which was the final straw that sent you over the edge as you blacked out and your trouble took complete control until you wake up to find everyone over you. The look on their faces made your heart stop when you see the mask you would wear to cover some of your face was gone making you cover your face and curl in a ball, you yelped when you're picked up only to see duke as he carried you to your car wrapping you in his jacket before taking you home not expecting him to hold your face gently putting an antibiotic cream on the wound above your eye without any words being said until you couldn't hold back anymore, "Why doesn't this make you run and hide?" he looks at you before wrapping you in his arms and kissing you which left you in complete shock before reciprocating with tears in your eyes by his tender actions as he pressed your foreheads together and wiped tears away as you openly sobbed after holding in your emotions and isolating yourself from everyone. "Your scars are nothing to be ashamed of, they show who you are and they don't define you" you tangle your hands in his hair and the gap is closed with a soft kiss that grew sweeter and passionate as held in tension and unexpected intimacy hit the surface and was shared after depriving yourself of love and human needs after so long from many things that had happened to you because of your trouble for the past five years with the last two being in Haven after finally picking up some of the pieces of your broken life and starting a new not knowing that you would become a detective and helping people like yourself but also finding a true family with duke and your shared friends who you had been looking for your whole life after being abandoned by most of your family and losing your aunt, from this moment on you never held yourself back from having the life you always wanted and now that duke was with you it was the true new start for you as you laid in duke's arms filled with safety, acceptance, and love.

[claymoresofinfamy23]

Hey guys! I have decided to open requests for stories!

My rules are as follows

No Girl X Girl or Boy x Boy. Smut is okay, depending on who you’re asking for. Also, I’m VERY new to smut writing so please don’t ask for kinks rn tysm.

My list of people I’ll write for is as follows. Keep in mind this list is subject to addition so if you don’t see someone you want, ask anyway or wait a while. The key is non-negotiable.

Key: 💙 means Platonic/familial only. 💜 means that romance and platonic is okay.

WWE

Damian Priest💜

Drew McIntyre💜

AJ Styles💜

The Undertaker💙

Raquel Rodriguez💙

Liv Morgan💙

Becky lynch💙

Candice LeRae💙

Seth Rollins💜

Roman Reigns💜

Edge💜(90’s and current day)

Cody Rhodes💜 (all versions)

LA Knight 💜

Randy Orton💜

AEW

Jon Moxley💜

Orange Cassidy💜

Darby Allin💜

MJF💜

Person of interest

John Reese💜

Root💙

Sameen Shaw💙

Joss Carter💙

Supernatural

Dean Winchester 💜

Sam Winchester 💙

Castiel💙

Rowena💙

Jack Kline 💜

Haven

Dwight Hendrickson💜

Duke Crocker💜

NCIS

Nick Torres💜

Ziva David💙

Tracker

Russel Shaw💜

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U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

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U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

anti - jse

duke crocker - haven

lewis mccartney - h2o: just add water

nathan wallace - repo! the genetic opera

artie nielson - warehouse 13

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

picking favorites is SO hard. so i'll just give you five ships i like rather than "favorites" necessarily. my mutuals are like exposure therapying me to talking about horny shit via silly little asks. uhhhh jonelias and weird voyeuristic bullshit, antiaverage and um. knives?? corruption...? i dont know how to wrap up my feelings on anti n chase as a few words. okay its becoming abundantly clear to me that i can't list really more ships with this because most of my ships kinda are the kinks themselves. my apologies.

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

answered here!

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

jrwi (i will get into it. Soon), supernatural (no), succession, our flag means death (i'll get there eventually), the last of us

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Touch - Duke Crocker x Reader (she)

Taglist: @fiore-della-valle @iamtheholyghost @dukewuornos @cookiedoughmeagain @mythoughtsaretroubled @parker-haven-wuornos @afoxnamedmulder

Touch - Duke Crocker

Rating: T

Words: 3K

Working at The Grey Gull was the best decision She could have made. Coming to Haven was a close second, but the Gull was beginning to feel safe. She’d only been there a week, but Duke and Audrey had a way of making her feel less anxious. When she first arrived in Haven, she had hidden from the world, wearing long sleeves, hoodies, gloves, whatever she could to cover any inch of visible skin. Working with Duke though, that changed her. He taught her how to avoid people and still be able to be comfortable in the clothes she decided to wear. She still wore the gloves though, too afraid not to.

Of course Duke eventually asked about her trouble. Why come to Haven if you weren’t troubled. It’s not like people were taking vacations to Haven, Maine, spook central. She tried explaining it but that wasn’t enough for Duke Crocker.

“I don’t believe you can drop a man with emotions.” She wanted to laugh, she really did. Except she knew just how well her trouble worked. 

“I’m telling you Duke, you don’t want to experience it.”

“Except I really, really do.” He gave her that crooked smile with that wicked glint in his eyes and she caved. She felt Duke’s eyes on her the rest of the night but she said nothing. The minute the doors of the Gull were locked, Duke was standing in front of her reaching for her gloved hands.

“Wait, Duke.” She took a deep breath, trying to put into words exactly what was going to happen when she touched him. “When I touch you, not only will you feel what I feel, but you’ll feel it ten times as strong as I do.”

“That can’t be all bad,” he interrupted her. She figured he wouldn’t listen to what she was saying until he experienced it, so she motioned for him to sit down while she removed her gloves. Once he was sitting, she tried to think where to touch him. She settled for his arm, right below where his sleeves were rolled up.

“I’m not saying this won’t hurt, but it won’t be pleasant at all.” Before Duke could rattle off some sentence like ‘I can take it” she placed her palm flat against his skin, fingers wrapping around right below his elbow. His eyes went wide, his breath catching in his lungs, face white as a sheet. She held it there for only a second before Duke’s eyes closed and he slumped over in the chair. She removed her hand, hastily putting her gloves back on before adjusting him to where his head was resting on the table. 

She grabbed a glass of water and a cold rag from the kitchen. Some of the people she had touched since the troubles returned woke up nauseous or just straight up puked the minute they regained consciousness. Duke was beginning to stir as she returned to the table. She placed the glass of water directly in front of him, placing the cold rag on his neck. She made sure the only contact she had was through her gloves. She didn’t know what would happen to someone if she touched them with bare skin back to back, and she wasn’t about to find out with her new boss.

“I told you, it’s not fun.”

“Fuck, that’s what you feel? All day?” He was sitting up now, the rag falling from his neck as he took a swig from the glass of water. All She could do was nod, trying to hide the embarrassment rising on her cheeks. He must have noticed because he began to reach for her, stopping short of her wrist, “Why do you carry so much anxiety?”

“I constantly have to worry about if I’m going to make people pass out, just from my touch Duke. I have to constantly be vigilant. If I focus really really hard, I can handle passing glances with only minimal emotional transfer. What you just felt is what happens if I let my guard down for even a second.” 

“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do, to help with the anxiety?” She couldn’t help the smile rising on her face. Of course he would want to help her. Pure, selfless Duke always thinking about others. She knew, from stories, that he hasn’t always been this was. Apparently Nathan and Audrey had been really good for him.

“I just, I can keep the wall up as I call it, during the day. But when I’m done with work, and we just relax and have a drink, that’s when it’s really hard. Just promise me you won’t touch me without warning? I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you because of me.” Duke nodded, drinking from his glass of water again. “I’m gonna head back to the hotel. This has been an interesting day.”

As she was grabbing her things to leave, she could feel Duke’s eyes following her every move. Ignoring it was easy at first as she had to gather everything up but when she began to head to the door, she couldn’t ignore it any longer. “Did i do something wrong?”

“No, of course not,” he replied quickly, shaking his head as if to gather his thoughts. “I just, uh, if you’re planning on staying in Haven, you should really have a proper place to live.”

“I’ve been looking, but surprisingly the market isn’t that great here,” she ended on a laugh, her bag beginning to slip off of her shoulder. “I live on a boat,” Duke stated. When he didn’t continue she nodded, a soft “I know” leaving her lips. “I live on a boat, and I have like 4 spare rooms. You could rent one of those if you wanted? It's got a kitchen and a couple bathrooms and everything?”

“Knowing what I can do,” she gestured to her gloved hands, “you not only want me to work with you, but you want to share a living space with me?” WHen Duke simply nodded, she shook her head as she readjusted her bag strap. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’ll check out of the hotel in the morning.” With that, Duke offered her a ride to what would be her new home. As Duke helped her into the truck, she made sure he only came into contact with the covered parts of her arms.

Duke showed her around the boat, showing her which room and bathroom would be hers. He was pleasantly surprised when the extra rooms all had sheets and blankets with them. She honestly expected just a mattress and a random throw blanket he had lying around. Once he was done showing her the rest of the boat, he decided he was going to head to bed. She figured he was exhausted from the night's events. Knowing she should get some sleep instead of exploring, her curiosity got the better of her. She changed into loose pajama pants and a tank top before heading to the kitchen to make a drink.  

Exploring the boat was actually scarier than she expected it to be. She didn’t remember which floor she was on now but she knew she’d gotten turned around. The hallway she was in was dark so she ran the hand not holding her drink against the wall looking for a light switch, or honestly a switch of any kind. She followed the wall until she found the steps leading up. She ascended them in darkness, her heart beating so loud she assumed the neighbors could hear it. 

When she was back on level ground, she reached around, sure she had to be in the common or kitchen area. Instead of a counter or couch, she touched a bare chest, not able to silence the scream that tore from her throat. Whoever she had touched dropped to the ground in a heap, no more than a strangled noise making it from their throat. 

Trying to quell the panic rising in her chest, she eventually found a counter, setting her drink down and flipping any switch she could get her fingers on. The lights came on just as the person on the floor began to stir. Her panic ebbed away as she realized the person was none other than Duke. She ran to him, kneeling next to him and reaching for him. She caught her hands at the last second, sitting down on the cold floor and tucking them into her pajama bottoms to prevent any further urge to touch. 

Duke was sitting up now, leaning against one of the couches she was looking for. He pushed the hair out of his face, gathering it into the band around his wrist and tying it low on his head. When he was done he just looked at her and laughed. 

“Remind me to never, ever scare you again.” His laughter was breathless and it did weird things to her stomach that she tried desperately to ignore. 

“I’m so sorry Duke,” she began apologetically. “You were supposed to be asleep and I was just looking around. I wasn’t snooping, just getting a feel for the place.”

“I don’t know if you’ve ever been on a boat before, but there's absolutely nothing you can’t hear on here.” She laughed, not able to help the nervous energy rolling off of her. Duke got to his feet, offering her a hand and then thinking better of it. She used the couch and the space he had given her to get back to her feet before offering an awkward goodnight and heading towards what she hoped was her room. 

From that night on, she never walked the boat without making sure Duke knew first. It had been a couple of months since that night and luckily, they had had no more accidental touching and passing out. She worked full time at the Gull and when she wasn’t working she was either with Duke on the boat, or Audrey and Nathan working on cases. In the past month they began to realize that her trouble wasn’t all bad. If she focused hard enough, she could use her trouble to calm other people. It came in handy the most when other troubled people were dealing with anxiety, fear or even grief. She’d worked a few cases so far, and almost every case she was able to keep the person calm long enough for Audrey and Nathan to explain what was going on and how to fix it.

She had just got back from helping with someone’s fire trouble when she found Duke sitting on the deck of the boat, two drinks in hand. He offered her one without a word. She accepted, setting her bag down before flopping in a chair next to Duke. They had developed a close enough friendship that silences like this were comfortable. SHe enjoyed just being near him, his presence having some sort of calming effect on her. She noticed the more time she spent with Duke, the less anxiety she actually felt. 

On extremely busy nights, leading to some of the worst anxiety she had experienced, they would just sit on the boat and share a drink in the quiet of the night. By the time they said their goodnights, she didn’t feel even an ounce of anxiety. SHe told Duke as much, when the thought popped into her head.

“You still avoid me like the plague,” he offered, his beer tipped towards her. She couldn’t figure out what was different tonight. He wasn’t drunk. They’d been there before. He wasn’t angry or sad from what she could tell, but there was something lurking behind those brown eyes that she couldn’t put her finger on.

“Duke, I don’t avoid you. I just, you don’t understand what it’s like.” She tried desperately to keep the irritation from her voice, but the look on Duke’s face said she didn’t succeed.

“You’re right, I don’t. But that isn’t for lack of trying.” SHe could hear the tone in his voice changning and the last thing she wanted after a long day was to argue. They’d had their fair share of arguments over the past months but never over her trouble. Or his trouble for that matter.

“Duke, it’s been a long day. I’ve told you everything I know about this trouble. I don’t know what more you want.” She rose from the chair, her beer discarded on the floor, preparing to head to bed, that being her last word on the subject.

“If you don’t have anxiety around me anymore, why do you pull away anytime I almost touch you?” He reached for her then, proving his point as she recoiled like she’d been burned. 

“Duke. I literally wear my heart on my sleeve. I can’t have any emotion without worrying if someone is going to feel it, to know how i feel all the time, or worse. What if I’m having a bad day and we touch, Duke? I can’t be the reason you drop stone cold in the middle of a work day.”

“Sometimes I just wanna know how you feel.” His voice was so quiet she almost didn’t hear it. Their beers were long forgotten next to their seats, too focused on the conversation at hand. “You never talk about how you’re feeling. So sometimes the urge to know is just there. I eventually pull away because I can see what the thought of me touching you does. I just,” he trailed off and she had no idea what she could say to make the situation better.

“You wanna know how I feel?” she decided on, and Duke just nodded so she pushed forward, afraid she would chicken out if she didn’t get it all out right now. “Promise me I’ll still have a job once you know?” He tried interrupting but she put her hand up, “Just promise me Duke.” 

“I promise.” She didn’t wait for him to say anything else, just reached out and touched his arm. It was just a bare touch at first, just so he could get a taste of the emotions warring inside of her. When he didn’t pull away she pressed her hand firmly against his arm. She held it there for two, three seconds before pulling away, afraid of what would happen if she kept her hand on him. 

Duke was still sitting upright when she was done, eyes kind of glassy but still open. She said nothing, just sat back down in her chair and watched as Duke processed all of the emotions she just threw at him. After several minutes of silence, she couldn’t take it anymore so she just started talking. 

“I know the more you're exposed to it, the less it affects you. Probably why you didn’t pass out this time. And I wasn't terrified or anxious. I can’t promise those emotions won’t make you pass out.” Duke was staring at her and now she felt fear. She’d kept to herself for the past few months because if he knew how she felt, that she was in love with him, their friendship would be over. He’s in love with Audrey and She knows that, knows that she can never have him. But the longer she spent with him, the harder it was not to love him. Duke tried to act like he was this bad guy, but she saw beneath that exterior to the heart of gold within. And well, once you’ve seen Duke Crocker’s heart, it was next to impossible not to love him. 

“That was,” he looked around as if trying to figure out what he wanted to say. He stood abruptly, grabbing her hand, tugging until she was standing with him as well.

“Duke, don’t.” But he just shushed her, holding onto her hand like his life depended on it. His eyes were no longer glassy but she could tell he was still feeling what she felt. She tried to put a lid on her emotions, lessen what he was feeling but when he was touching her, holding her hands, it was next to impossible. SHe knew he could feel the love rolling off of her in waves and she would have to deal with what happened next.

“Can you feel me?” His voice was strained but determined.

“I’ve never tried. Been too afraid.”The curiosity had always been there, if her trouble worked both ways. She’d never tried it, for fear of overwhelming the poor soul who agreed to help her. 

“Try now.” She could hear the desperation in his voice so she focussed, digging through the emotions she was feeling. From what she could tell, they were all hers. She didn’t feel anything unfamiliar. SHe continued searching, trying to find something that didn't belong to her. Right when she was about to give up, a wave of affection hit her. She didn’t know how or why, but she knew that belonged to Duke. 

“Duke,” she tried to speak but more emotions began to flood her senses, more affection, love, admiration and so many others she couldn’t name. She basked in the feelings, not even trying to hide the smile on her face. “Are those?”

“Mine,” he interrupted. “They’re mine.” A laugh bubbled out of her throat, a little wet with the tears she was holding back. She wanted to say so many things, but Duke released her hand, cupping her jaw and forcing her to meet his eyes. “I know,” he said as if he could understand her. And she guessed, like this, with all of the contact between them, that he could understand everything she couldn’t say. “When I’m projecting what I feel, it doesn’t overwhelm my senses as much. Kinda puts us on an even playing ground.” She couldn’t help the smile on her face, or the sparkle in her eyes.

“I need to know,” she broke off before she could finish, the smile falling from her lips at what she was about to say next. Duke said nothing, still holding her hands, giving her the time she needed to gather her thoughts. “What about Audrey?”

“Audrey,” he questioned, like she had no reason to worry about her. “I’m not in love with Audrey. I thought I was but then I met you. It’s like I was waiting for you.” She didn’t even try to hide her sigh of relief. She was smiling again, and now Duke’s face matched her own. “I don’t know when it happened, but it did. I’m in love with you.”

She couldn’t believe Duke was the first one to say it but she was so grateful he did. “I’m in love with you too, even though that goes without saying,” she gestured to where their hands were still laced together. “I know, the more we touch, you’ll eventually get used to the wave of emotions, hopefully,” she ended in a laugh.

“I’m willing to find out if you are.” Before she could even speak a reply, Duke’s lips were on hers, his hands snaking around her back to come to rest just below her butt. He lifted and out of instinct she wrapped her legs around his back so she didn’t fall. She knew there was no way he was getting them down the stairs like this, but she didn’t care at that moment. Duke continued to kiss her as he laid her down on one of the many tables on the deck. He pulled back with a smile before trailing kisses down her neck, pushing her shirt to the side to reach her collar bones. 

“As much as I love where this is going, I would really love it if our first time was not on a dock where anyone could see us.” Duke just laughed before stepping back, offering a hand to help her up. He continued to hold her hand, even going down the ladder, only letting go when he ushered her into the room and locked the door behind them. She had no idea where her trouble would take her, but she was glad Duke was the one she would be finding it out with.

[jadegrey711]

Shelter From the Storm

Duke Crocker x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you @faye666-999 for requesting some much needed Duke Crocker fic! There is definitely a shortage when it comes to this Thief with a Heart of Gold so i hope this is everything that you wanted and enjoy! 

*NOT MY GIF*

Warnings: It’s smutty unprotected sex and a bit angsty SO ya know the usual. 

Prompt:  Reader is a troubled person who’s trouble is that she is a reverse empath to where people feel her feelings with such intensity with just the slightest touch, so she’s closed off and in consequence she’s incredibly touch starved. She lives in the apartment above the Grey Gull as Duke’s tenant.

Word Count: 2,081

Song Inspo,

I’ve been Loving You Too Long - Cat Power 

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The rain was coming down hard, and lightning crashed across the horizon when you heard a knock at the door. “Who is it?” You called, walking toward the front door.

“It’s Duke. Can you let me in please before I drown out here?” You laughed to yourself and rushed to the front door and quickly opened it to find Duke standing out in the rain completely drenched.

“Come in, quick!” you laughed, quickly moving out of his way so he could come inside and so he couldn’t brush past you as he came in. You closed the door behind him.

“Let me get you a towel so you aren’t dripping water everywhere.” You said as you walked past him and towards the bathroom.

“Thanks Y/N.” He called after you.

“So why didn’t you just go home to your boat?” You asked as you tossed him the towel and went back to get another one to wipe up the floor with.

“My jeep won’t start and I thought as landlord I could persuade my way into a warm space and possibly a towel.” He smiled and ran his fingers through his soaked hair and you felt your heart jump like it always does when he gives you that award winning smile.

“Well no, persuasion needed. You’re more than welcome to stay as long as you like and wait out the storm; as landlord I think you’re entitled to that and maybe some dinner as well. I made some garbage soup; I can pour you a bowl if you want.”

“Wait Garbage soup?”

“Its something my grandmother taught me it’s just whatever odds and ends I had in the fridge all in one pot.” You said walking towards the kitchen and Duke followed you, the plush towel wrapped around his soaking body.  You grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and turned back to the stove and started pouring scoopfuls of soup into the bowl; when Duke came up beside you making you jump instantly. You quickly took a step to the side to gain just a bit more space between you and him, hoping that you weren’t too obvious.

But it didn’t go unnoticed by Duke; who left your side and went to sit on the other side of the counter. You slid over the bowl to him, making sure he wasn’t in touching distance. “Okay now you eat that and I’ll go see if I have anything big enough for you to change out of those wet clothes.” You said slipping out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom to find a shirt and hopefully some pants for him. As you rifled through your drawers, you heard a creak in the floor and turned to find Duke standing in front of you; his eyes intense.

“Duke? What are you-” but he cut you off immediately when he reached for your hand, you tried to retch back but he was too quick, his large warm hand engulfed yours and entwined his fingers with yours. You tried to pull your hand away but it was too late you watched as his eyes glazed over your emotions amplified running rampant through him. You watched in horror as he grasped his chest and fell to his knees.

“Duke!” You screamed, and was finally able to retch your and out of his; pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands and stepping back till your back hit the wall.

When Duke finally came back around you saw tears in his eyes as he looked up a you through thick lashes.

“Y/N.” He croaked out, and slowly got back up to his feet.

“What the hell did you do that for!” you screamed at him, feeling like lunging at him and kicking him while he’s down; but the idea of what just happened happening again kept you against the wall. Desperately wanting it to swallow you up and become a permanent barrier between you and the man before you.

“I had to know.” He said, looking ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry Y/N, but I had to know.”

“Know what?” You asked, puling yourself closer to yourself.

Duke got to his full height and took a hesitant step towards you, his eyes dark and full of intensity. “I had to know that you felt what I did. I had a feeling but I could never have imagined what I just felt. And you’ve been keeping this to yourself for so long because you were afraid, I’d find out, didn’t you?” He asked but you didn’t answer, he took another step towards you. “You can’t lie to me, Y/N. Not after what I just felt right there, it brought me to my knees but you’ve been shouldering it for so long.”

“Why do you care?” you asked in a shaky voice.

“Because it’s taken me this long to find out that I feel exactly like you do, I’m only sorry that its taken me this long to figure it out.” He took that last step and was standing in front of you. “Why did you never tell me before?” He said reaching out for your face but you turned feeling like you couldn’t handle another one of his touches again.

“When your emotions are literally on your sleeve for the world to know about by just a simple touch, it’s hard to knowing that you’ll never be reciprocated in kind. That I’ll never know anyone’s true feelings about me but I’m constantly open to the world to nit and pick at. I could have told you from day one wit just a brush of your hand and there were days when I thought about and God… did I think about it. But, I couldn’t take it if you recoiled from what you felt.” You said feeling yourself slump just slightly against the wall.

Duke reached for you and cupped your face, immediately feeling that rush of love, admiration and desire once again. “How could I ever recoil from this? This feeling, its unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.” He purred, and you watched as he drank in your emotions your love for him. You reached out hesitantly for him and placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heat through his semi-wet shirt.

“Take it off.” You breathed.

Duke didn’t waste a second and stripped off his shirt for you, watching you intently to see what you’ll do next.

You placed your hands back against his skin, feeling him under your fingers and you could hear Duke sigh as he felt your emotions flood him again, as your fingers traced everything, wanting to know every groove, divot, and scar in his lean torso.  You traced your fingers up to his collarbones and then felt his arms wrap around you, his fingers stilling on your back for only a moment before they started to move across your back in soothing motions. You felt tears form at your eyes, at the contact, loving the feel of someone touching you, someone cradling you close to them and you doing the same to them. So long you had spent keeping yourself at a distance, fearing people and their judgement; but all the while still craving human contact, the need to be close to someone.

Duke looked down at your face and wiped away the tears from your face, not questioning them because he knew all too well why they were there. He knew so well that tears formed on his own face and you wiped them from his face in kind. His long fingers went to the hem of your sweater and pulled up taking both the sweater and the shirt underneath it.

“No more hiding from me Y/N.” He said in a soft voice as he discarded both the sweater and shirt leaving you bare to him. It was like he was linked to you, almost as if the longer he kept touching you the more it felt like his mind was melding with yours. He took you and held you close to his chest, feeling how warm to the touch he was despite being soaked only about twenty minutes ago. He gripped your chin and brought it up so he could kiss you, his mouth soft but commanding as he slipped his tongue in with yours, you moved your hands up so they wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the dried curls at the end of his hair. He lowered himself and grabbed your ass and picked you up, carrying you to the nearby bed and placing you down softly, not breaking contact. Both of you drunk on each other.

He hovered over you; his lips moved from yours to your cheek; kissing both sides earning a light giggle from you as his stubble tickled your cheeks. His kisses went to your jaw and kissed under your chin, before trailing down to your throat, to your collarbones; then to your breasts. He licked around one of your nipples while his other hand was kneading the other, you arched your back into his touch as he sucked on your nipple, wanting him closer.

You reached down and began unbuckling his pants, needing more than just touches; needing him to be melded with you. You heard him growl, as he felt what your fingers were doing, and reached one of his hands down to help you. You helped him quickly get his pants off, laughing a bit as they got stuck around one of his ankles. He didn’t have that kind of trouble with yours though, with expert hands he grabbed the top of your sweatpants and pulled down slowly, letting the tips of his fingers trace down your legs as he pulled them off; you arched your hips slightly to help him out and then they were in a pile with the rest of your clothes. Duke looked down at you, licking his lips as he traced every place his eyes went with his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N.” He breathed, his fingers flowing softly over your stomach and going lower. “So soft.” He breathed, kissing you and eating your gasps as you felt his fingers trace your folds with two of his fingers, before slowly slipping them inside of you working you slowly, his thumb tracing small circles on your clit making you arch into him and his deft fingers. “So wet.” He grinned, letting his tongue invade your senses as he brought you closer to the edge as his fingers increased their pace as they pumped you.

“Duke.” You whimpered, holding onto his hair, pulling the long strands of his hair as you felt yourself coming so close to your edge…only for Duke to pull away from you. “Duke, why did-” you were beginning to say before Duke cut you off by thrusting himself inside of you, immediately making you fall over that edge that he was building earlier. Duke groaned as he stilled inside of you, feeling you clench around him. “Sorry baby, I couldn’t wait any longer; I just needed to be inside you.” He said pushing your hair from your forehead as he watched as you came down from your first orgasm, only to start moving inside you.

You let out a sharp gasp, already feeling sensitive to the touch, you gripped onto Duke’s back your feet locking around his waist, feeling him go deeper inside of you; making both of you groan at the new sensation. Duke’s lips were on yours giving you sloppy open-mouthed kisses as he thrusted inside of you, picking the pace up to what feels like a dangerous speed; feeling that another wave was going to crash over you soon.

“Y/N.” Duke, breathed against your neck, kissing the skin there; then sucking harshly making you moan. “Cum for me baby. Be mine, Y/N.”

Suddenly, you felt the wave of your second orgasm crash over you, pulling harshly on Duke’s hair. Duke was soon to follow you and you felt his weight on top of you as he slumped down onto you.

He rested his face in your neck, placing a kiss on your neck and inhaling you. You kept your fingers in his hair, but instead of pulling harshly, you gently twirled the small strands; before Duke pulled his face away from your neck and kissed you again. You reached up and cupped his beautiful face, tracing his cheekbones and his soft lips with the pad of your thumb. Loving the feel of his touch on your skin.  

[coachbeards]

absolutely heartbroken over the fact that the writers planned to give Nathan and duke a There Was Only One Bed situation but didn’t have the time….#gutted

[halfthealphabet]

Duke x Audrey aesthetic just because

[mythoughtsaretroubled]

Duke x Audrey for @misscrazyfangirl321

[bullet-prooflove]

Another: Duke Crocker x Reader (NSFW)

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There has never been a man that compares to Duke and there never will be again. He makes sure of that.

Right now he’s on his knees in the galley, your fingers tangled in his hair as he goes down on you. His tongue buried deep, his palm gripping his cock, fucking it as you reach your peak. It’s your pleasure that gets him off, hearing you, seeing you, tasting you.

When you come, he comes too. His ecstasy spilling over all over his hand as he licks up that candied nectar, devouring you all over again. The second time is just as sweet as the first.

He kisses his way back up your body in the aftermath, his hands gripping the fabric of the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt, as he uses it to draw you closer. His cock is still hard, still wanting. He guides it between your thighs, smearing his come across your wetness as he notches the tip at your entrance.

“You can give me another.” He whispers against your lips as he enters you slowly. “Can’t you baby?”

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[fiore-della-valle]

Prompt Fill

@cookiedoughmeagain​ Somehow, when I attempted to answer the ask you sent with this prompt, it disappeared into the ether.  So hopefully you will still see it here.

“Another prompt for you if you would like one: Nathan Wuornos as a security guard at the museum where Duke Crocker goes to look at the same painting every day.” 

He was back again.

It was the ninth shift in a row that Nathan had seen him; he had a sneaking suspicion he’d been in on Nathan’s days off, too, but he hadn’t asked any of his fellow guards. He didn’t want to draw attention to the guy, not when he didn’t seem to be doing anything suspicious. Odd, maybe, but not suspicious.

It was just that for days now, he’d come in just after noon, and stand in front of a single painting. On the first day, he’d obviously just been visiting, had wandered the room the way most people did, pausing here and there, reading a plaque or two, and then he’d stopped, come to such an abrupt halt that the person behind him had bumped into him. Nathan had noticed, because it was his job to notice people behaving oddly, and situations that could threaten the art. Nothing had come of it- a brief exchange of apologies and they’d both forgotten each other immediately- but the tall, broad-shouldered man had stayed, transfixed, for almost half an hour after that.

And then he’d been back the next day, and the next, and the next, and each time, he’d moved with purpose, going directly to the painting and just... Staring. Absorbed, lost in it, and not the way the art students that came through usually were. He looked like he didn’t know why he was there, himself, and there was something... familiar, in the lost way he held himself.

He’d started to watch the painting more, himself, looking for what had so captivated the stranger. It was a simple landscape, black watercolor, dark and bold and full of suggestions of movement, and there was something strangely compelling about it, but it didn’t seem to have any hidden details, anything to make it that different from the dozens of other seascapes on display. Still, it was lovely, in a bleak sort of way.

And maybe he’d just been working in the museum too long, but he couldn’t help but find something lovely about the man, and the way he looked at it- in a bleak sort of way. The man himself was striking, bold features and sharp angles and dark eyes and a restlessness full of suggestions of movement. He seemed to fit the painting, or the painting fit him. It was easy to imagine him, in his worn quilted jacket and worn workboots, broad shoulders tucked down against a cold breeze, walking along that dark shore, as natural and unremarkable as the suggestion of birds for whom the painting was named.

Maybe, Nathan thought, if the man came back again tomorrow, he’d be bold enough to ask him what he was looking for. What he was seeing, in the rough lines of the painting. He almost didn’t want to- was afraid that if he did, he’d make the man self-conscious enough to stop coming in- but he couldn’t help the curiosity. Hoped that he might at least be able to get the man’s name, to have something to call him in his head other than ‘the stranger’.

Maybe, if he was feeling really bold, and the man came in near enough to when he was supposed to go on his break, he’d ask if he wanted to grab something to eat and talk about the painting. Or anything, really, anything to explain why he’d become nearly as much a fixture in Nathan’s part of the museum as the painting he watched.

Sea Birds, by Andrew Wyeth

[wordsfromafangirl]

My few Haven fans out there, I was browsing Netflix for something new and I thought how about old? I took myself to one of my fav episodes 2x09, Lockdown.

That damn close talking in the hallway gets me every time! The fact that this too was paralleled after Audrey is going on her “not date.” And we find out that Duke has reasons to be suspicious of Evi. Rev’s plans are backfiring to keep Nathan out of Duke’s way because the boy runs right to him when he figures out it was Evi who got him fired as Chief. Huh? Yeah, there’s beauty in friendship but to this day I’ll say: it can be seen from space that these two had an on and off again romance.

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

Drabbles on Touch Chapter 8: 3x1 301 [Haven Duke & Nathan; Nathan/Audrey] (312 words; 197 hits; 12 kudos)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11000235/chapters/29306094

[bi-bard]

You Got All My Love - Duke Crocker Imagine (Haven)

Title: You Got All My Love

Pairing: Duke Crocker X Reader

Based On: All My Love

Word Count: 1,228 words

Warning(s): troubles, anxiety

Summary: Duke never expected to grow as close to someone as he was with (Y/n). The two of them were partners-in-crime, described as trouble by most people around them. Not that either of them had the energy to care. A story in three parts.

Author's Note: Shit. When was the last time I wrote about Duke?

STICK SEASON - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Part One: The Troubles

I was eight at the time.

Eight.

What was meant to be a wonderful part of my childhood was anything but.

I was part of the 1983 plague of troubles.

My first memory of that phase of my life was at school. There were these kids who had decided that following me around and taunting me was the most exciting part of their day.

I did everything I could. I ignored them, I avoided them, I told the teachers. Nothing ever worked. Everyone was willing to look the other way for some reason. I had long since accepted that I would never find an answer that made me happy.

One day, I was just so angry and overwhelmed.

I couldn't fight, so I tried to run from them. I hit some patch of grass nearby and found myself on the ground. I curled in on myself, preparing for the worst.

Nothing happened.

It took a minute for me to lift my head.

My classmates were all around me. All of their eyes were wide, and they all were surrounding this perimeter around me.

I looked down at the grass. It was all dried. Dead. In a perfect circle around me.

I looked out at the group for help or answers. Anything really.

Even my teacher didn't help me. She just shooed the kids away and maintained a distance from me, telling me to stay exactly where I was.

I felt like I was there forever.

And then, one of the kids got out of the crowd. He ignored our teacher yelling for him to come back.

He stopped in front of me and held out his hand. I didn't move. I was scared that something would happen if I did.

He accepted that.

He sat down next to me on the grass and refused to move. He smiled as he introduced himself as Duke. I was trying to wipe away my tears as I told him my name.

Duke sat next to me while everyone else was staring at me and the teacher was calling my parents. He walked with me when my parents showed up and collected my stuff for me.

I remember my dad smiling at him, thanking him.

I remember waving at Duke as I left.

I was too young to think of what the future was going to hold for Duke and me.

Part Two: Partners in Crime

I wish I could say that I was confused when I heard something bounce off my window.

In all honesty, I would've been more worried if I didn't hear anything against the window.

I pulled open my blinds and smiled down at Duke, who waved up at me. I waved back before pulling on my shoes and jacket before climbing out to meet him.

We were stupid teenagers. This was what we were meant to do.

After that day in the playground, Duke and I became inseparable. Most people came to associate us with each other. Where one went, the other was probably following.

"Hey," Duke said just as I jumped forward to hug him. "Alright, knock me over, it's fine."

"Don't be a dick," I scoffed as I stepped back. "What's the plan tonight?"

"No idea," he shrugged before holding out a hand. "Come on."

I grinned, grabbing his hand and letting him drag me along with him.

I would've given anything to always feel the way I did around Duke. Safe and comfortable. I was able to completely be myself without any risk of judgment or fear of rejection.

That night, we ended up at the end of the dock. Both of us were lying on our backs, mumbling back and forth to each other about anything we could think of. We may have been lying on our backs, but we were looking at each other.

I was in the middle of rambling about something that had happened at school that day.

I was confused when Duke sat up suddenly. "You alright?"

"Yeah," he muttered, not looking at me. "My back just hurts."

"Getting old on me, Crocker?"

"Shut up," he chuckled.

I pushed myself up as I grinned at him.

He looked over at me again. I just smiled a bit wider, silently inviting him to talk.

I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that something had changed. I just knew that it had. Something in his eyes looked different. Or the air around us had distinctly shifted. I wasn't sure of the source; I was just aware of it.

When Duke pressed his lips to mine, I froze.

I had wanted this to happen, yeah, but I never expected that it actually would. I thought the feelings had been completely one-sided. That he would never see me in exactly the same way that I saw him. But as I sat here, slowly kissing him back, I realized that I may have simply been blind.

He pulled back first, grinning softly at me. "I like you. A lot."

I smiled back. "I like you too, Duke. I have for a long time now."

"Are you telling me I wasted years waiting for the right moment?"

I chuckled at him. "It's okay. I wasted time too."

He tried to play it cool. Smirking and looking out at the water again.

I didn't miss the signs that he was very clearly not as cool as he seemed. His leg was shaking a bit and he kept popping his knuckles. Not to mention that he wouldn't look at me.

I bit back a smirked as I reached over and took his hand in mine before lying my head on his shoulder.

We spent most of the night like that. In silence.

And I wouldn't have changed a second of it.

Part Three: Checkpoints

I always knew that I would find my way back to Haven.

It was all a matter of time.

I'd like to think that Duke knew that too. That's why he wasn't angry when he saw me. He just pulled me into a hug like not a day had passed since we had last seen each other.

We spent days together when I got back.

Like nothing had happened.

It was nice. I had missed it.

We were up late one night. We were sitting on my little couch in the little place I was renting in town. Not many options in a place like Haven, but I made do.

"Can I ask you something," Duke spoke up during a dip in the conversation.

"Sure," I nodded. "What's up?"

"Where... Where are we," he asked. I tilted my head. "We were a couple when you left. We never really had a break-up... we seem to be okay now."

"I... I hadn't really thought about it," I shrugged. "I assumed you didn't want to go down that road after so long."

He shook his head. "I was trying to respect you. But I... I still have feelings for you, (Y/n). Couldn't quite shake them."

I smiled at him. There was a moment before I could speak up, "I couldn't either."

There was a pause.

"Well," he said, "would you like to go to dinner sometime?"

"An official date?"

"I've matured."

I laughed quietly. "I'd like that."

"Good," he nodded. "Good."

I reached over and grabbed his hand.

Yeah, this was good.

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