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zanephillips · 3 months
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Eric Balfour as Duke Crocker Haven 1.11 "The Trial of Audrey Parker"
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bloodstainedmuzzle · 2 months
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HAVEN (2010 - 2015) ↳ 1x11 ― The Trial of Audrey Parker
Duke Crocker [ 1 / ??? ]
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cannonscalling · 7 months
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First Appearances | Haven 1.01 - Welcome to Haven
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cloysterbell · 8 months
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bestpolyshipbracket · 2 months
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Best Polyamorous Ship Group 2 Round 1
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birdietrait · 24 days
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bullet-prooflove · 1 month
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The Finder: Duke Crocker x Reader
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Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @aiko24k @magic-multicolored-miracle
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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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laurellance · 4 months
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good morning.
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bodybebangin · 11 months
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cavillanche · 11 months
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I’m rewatching Haven.
Where are my Duke girls?
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schmidtsmike · 8 months
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seeing duke young and relatively happy in the pilot will never fail to make me sad :(
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asexualtuckerfoley · 2 months
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Thinking about Duke frequently employing kids (to the point that people in town he’s never met like Cornell Stamoran know about it) because he knows what it’s like to be in a bad situation and be powerless to get out because you’re young and have no money of your own, and he just wants to protect the kids in town from that.
It’s probably well known at the high school that if you need money, go to the Gull and ask Duke for a job. You’ll have it and get paid under the table, but he remembers every single kid’s name and when they do make it out on their own, he’s the number one reference on all of their applications. And the references he gives aren’t just good- they’re specific. He remembers that David was great at making kids laugh and that Helena was better at keeping books than his actual accountant and whoever called him has to cut him off cause he won’t stop talking them up.
He’s like Spencer Shay except he’ll pay you and what I would give for a teen horror-sitcom set in Haven about these kids and their boss/older brother figure.
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havenfanrewatch · 6 months
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HAVEN REWATCH!
Calling all Haven fans!
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This will be a really easy/simple scheduled rewatch; not a group watch as such but more like a book club - watch one episode a week (in your own time) to discuss throughout the week.
Details TBC ...
In the meantime, click Follow and maybe reblog too - spread the word! 😁
Details now here!
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parker-haven-wuornos · 5 months
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Hey Haven Writers, in that early draft of the script uh, well, how many beds were there going to be? Just curious. Like, what was the precise number of beds in the room?
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cloysterbell · 9 months
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Admit it, I saved your ass.
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coachbeards · 11 months
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truly duke and nathan were one of the most insane dynamics i have ever seen on television and i will never recover from them
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