#daudrey

[brug-spray]

My singular daudrey crumb

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He is grabbing her arm again and staring with a tender expression

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They are. togetehr 👩‍❤️‍👨 reunited ocne more

[chaosinstigator]

not to be like straight tm in the midst of my gay agenda, but,, the way duke looks at audrey unfortunately makes me weak in the knees

[misscrazyfangirl321]

duke/audry (aubry? the haven girl.): singer x fan au?

He sees her face from the stage-just one woman in a crowd of thousands singing his song-and the world stops. It's not her looks, though he's not oblivious enough to deny that she's stunning, but something else, something that cuts right through him.

While most of the crowd is grinning ear to ear, clapping along to the upbeat music, her eyes shine too bright, like she's barely holding back tears (like she hears past the music, to the lyrics he'd written in a fit of heartbreak, to the pain he's hidden under drum beats and guitar riffs).

There's a moment-just a moment-where she sees him watching her. Her eyes widen, and she stares back, soft and uncertain.

Then she catches herself, straightens, and gives a dry smile, shaking her head. Her walls are up fast, but not fast enough; he's seen her. She's as broken, as lonely as him, and just as guarded.

He has to meet her. He has to.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

duke/audrey: sit down, sit down, I'll make you dinner.

"Sit down, sit down, I'll make you dinner," he says as soon as she walks through his door. She looks battered and exhausted in that distinctly Haven way, the way that tells him in a heartbeat that she's battled the Troubles and once again survived (always, he worries, but so far, she's always survived).

If he were Nathan, he'd gather her up in his arms, press kisses to her face, and whisper all his assurances (not that Nathan has been brave enough to do that since her return, but Audrey would let him; she'd never let Duke), but he cannot, so he falls back on what he knows: cooking for her, caring for her, and putting the pieces back together.

To his surprise, she doesn't sit down, just looks at him, like she's staring right through him.

"Audrey?"

"There was a Trouble today." Her voice is steady, though she's impossibly pale. "Everything was different. Everyone was different. Except me."

That's the way it always goes, isn't it? "What about me?" He covers his nerves at her answer with a playful grin. "I wasn't too different, was I? Please tell me I wasn't a cop again."

She gives a little laugh (weaker than he'd like, but something, all the same). "No, not a cop." She pauses, just for a second. "My husband."

It's a blade through his chest, and he looks away quickly to hide the worst of his reaction. It's just... After everything they've been through, why is she telling him this? She knows how he feels about her, and-and she chose Nathan, and that's fine, he can accept that even if Nathan isn't ready to accept the new her, but-

Her hand lands on his shoulder, and he flinches, half-wondering when she approached. "Duke..."

"Well, that's great, Aud. Lucky him." He forces a smile, turning to face her. "What can I get you to eat? Fish? Crab? I know it's late, but maybe some waffles wouldn't be a bad-"

"Duke."

Some part of him hates how, even after all these years, she can fix him in place with a single word. "Yeah?"

"Thank you. For everything." She leans forward, brushing her lips against his cheek, and he closes his eyes (she cannot see, he cannot burden her with what he feels, and-)

When her lips first land on his, he thinks it's an accident. It's soft, tentative, completely unlike Audrey. But then she grows more sure, kissing him firmly, and he cannot help but respond, burying a hand in her hair. After Colorado, he never thought he'd have another chance to do this, and though this may well be his last one, he's going to make the most of it.

At last, she pulls away, and he keeps his eyes closed, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Listen," she starts, and his heart pounds in his chest. "Why don't I make you dinner?"

Against his will, his eyes fly open. "What?"

She actually giggles, which, first of all, is unfairly cute, and second of all, definitely isn't the patented Audrey Freak Out he was expecting. "You're always taking care of me," she points out, "And I feel like... I don't thank you enough. So why don't you let me make you dinner?"

Now is not the time to deflect with humor. He knows that. And yet, when he opens his mouth, the only thing that comes out is, "No offense, Audrey, but I've seen your cooking."

She huffs in mock offense, but her smile doesn't fade, and she's still unfairly close. "I can cook."

It's as natural as breathing, falling back into their familiar banter. "Right."

"I can!"

"Maybe-" He forces himself to take a leap, knowing full well she could pull back (like she has so many times before) and let him crash helplessly to the ground. "Maybe we could cook something together?"

Her smile lights up the shop. "Yeah, I'd like that."

[nolanhollogay]

Of course I worry about you. You’re important to me.”

some jaisy (julien & daisy) friendship and a daudrey meet cute

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Daisy knew a meltdown when she saw one, and Julien was heading straight towards one after watching her boyfriend leave with that freshman.

Normally, she wouldn't care. But she was trying to be kinder. And who better to extend an olive branch to than her mortal enemy? Wouldn't that show growth and character development?

Her therapist was going to be so proud of her.

(She might've been a little drunk but that was between her and God.)

Stumbling a bit in her skyscraper tall heels, she followed Julien out of the room and into the bathroom.

"Oh, not you," Julien grumbled, locking eyes with her in the mirror. "If you're here to post Insta stories of me crying, I will go full cat fight and rip out your extensions."

"This is my real hair!" Daisy exclaimed, throwing it over her shoulder. How dare she? You try to comfort someone and this is what you get?

"Yeah, and I'm Blair Waldorf," Julien quipped, wetting a paper towel and rubbing it under her eyes. All it did was smudge her mascara, making her look like a raccoon.

Daisy huffed, grabbing her purse from where it hung at her side. She pulled out her pack of makeup remover wipes, swatting Julien's hands away. "You're fucking up your makeup," she said, when Julien looked affronted.

Julien let her wipe under her eyes in silence. Daisy smiled when she was done. Good as new.

"Are you okay?" she asked, putting the used wipes in the trash. When she looked back up, Julien was looking at her like she was a crazy person.

"Why do you care? We hate each other. It's not like you're supposed to worry about me."

"Of course I worry about you. You're important to me," Daisy said, before grabbing her blush from her purse. "I can't destroy you if you're not in the right state of mind. Then it's an unfair fight and that's no fun."

Julien laughed, and it wasn't mean spirited like it usually was. "You'd be horrendous in an actual fight."

"Yeah, well," Daisy shrugged before offering the blush over. "Give this back to me later or I'll kill you."

Julien rolled her eyes but nodded. Daisy took that as her cue to leave the bathroom, nearly slamming into Julien's little blonde friend.

She caught her by the waist and the girl froze, staring up at her like she was seeing her for the first time.

"Woah, are you okay?" Daisy asked, helping her stand upright.

"Sorry, yeah, I'm fine," the girl said. She wouldn't stop staring at Daisy's face like she was solving a puzzle. Maybe she was looking for Julien?

"Julien is in there," Daisy said, pointing to the bathroom. "She was upset but I think she's okay now."

The girl nodded, seemingly distracted, and walked into the bathroom without another word.

Daisy huffed. "A thank you would've been nice."

[misscrazyfangirl321]

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Wow, it was a lot harder to decide which snippets to share than I expected. 

I decided to go with all Haven fics for this, so here goes. 

1. Dwight and Paige BROTP, post-canon 

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He is apparently past sheepish and into full-on embarrassment when he finishes, “I know, we’re way too close to the same age for me to feel paternal toward you. I didn’t even really realize I was doing it until now. Sorry. I’ll back off.” 

And…. Yeah, they probably are too close to the same age. It’s definitely more than a little weird. On the other hand, it’s kind of sweet, and a little steadying. After all, it feels like she’s hitting walls every time she turns around in this town; there’s no denying that she’s lonely. 

Decision made, she offers him a smile. “Actually, I grew up in the system, so I’ve never really had… Parents. It might take some getting used to, but I don’t mind.” 

In spite of the spiel he just gave her, she cannot help but feel like she’s overstepping, like she’s asking for too much and making things awkward. But he’s offering, and it’s nice to feel like someone’s watching out for her without any ulterior motives. 

The smile he gives her wipes away any hint of that fear. 

Emboldened, she adds, “If that offer’s still open, I’d love to join you and Lizzie for lunch.”

“Of course.” He raises an eyebrow. “But I’m gonna expect you to eat all your vegetables.” He says it so seriously, she immediately breaks, a giggle slipping out. The corners of his eyes twitch, but otherwise, he holds the expression. “Don’t make me ground you, young lady.” 

2. Nathan/Hannah, AU where Hannah actually lets Nathan take her away from Haven after they graduate, and they end up married:

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She wakes to a low, steady beeping sound. Her eyes feel impossibly heavy, and it takes her a few tries to get them open, to take in her surroundings. She’s in a hospital room, and Nathan has taken the chair beside her bed. He’s asleep now, hand curled around hers. 

Ice cold reality hits, the memories of the accident rushing back, and she gasps. “Nathan?” 

He startles awake, jerking back. His head collides with the back of the chair, but his gaze is fixed firmly on her, eyes wide and afraid. “Hannah? Are you okay? Do you need-” 

“Nathan, the baby,” she whispers, hardly daring to finish the question, tears already burning her eyes. That wreck-it was bad, she knows, and-she can’t deal with that, she can’t-

He relaxes immediately, leaning forward, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. The tension in her chest eases, even before he speaks. “Baby’s fine. They’re monitoring him, but.. It looks like he’s gonna be fine. So are you.” 

A few tears slip out unbidden (that was close, too close, and she can’t do something like this again), and she reaches out, taking his hand once more. His studies their entwined hands, swallows hard, and gives her a gentle squeeze. 

His words register slowly. “He?” 

Nathan’s smile has always been the most beautiful one in the world, but now, it’s something else altogether. “He. We’re having a little boy.” 

A rush of joy washes over her. It’s not that she prefers a boy to a girl; she’d be happy either way. But this is just another step, one more little detail they can know about the precious child they’re bringing into this world. “What are we going to name him? Daniel? James? Rickson?” 

“Rickson?” Nathan raises a brow. “Why don’t we think about it later? Pretty sure you have a concussion.” 

It takes her a few seconds too long to register the joke. “Hey, I like Rickson-” Suddenly, it hits her that, for all the things he’s told her, there’s one thing he hasn’t. “Wait, you said I was fine. You said our son was fine.” His grips tightens on her hand, and her heart drops. “What about you?”

“I’m fine,” he assures her, but his voice is thin, and he doesn’t meet her eyes. 

“Nathan, what is it?” She tries to keep the panic out of her tone, but his eyes flicker, and she knows he hears it.

“Nothing. We’ll talk about it later.” 

Which, that decidedly isn’t nothing, but okay. “Nathan, please, if you’re hurt, I need to know-”

“I’m not.” He refuses to meet her gaze, focusing instead on their hands. She strokes her thumb along the back of his, trying desperately to get through to him. He tracks the motion, but says nothing more. 

She hates this, hates feeling like she’s back with her father, jumping through hoops to find the magic phrase so he’ll let her back in. “We were hit by a semi-”

“And I didn’t feel it!” He snaps, but in the next moment, all the fight drains from him. His shoulders sag, and he traces the back of her knuckle with slow, precise strokes. “I didn’t feel it.” 

The echo is almost a whisper, and Hannah’s heart breaks at the defeat in it, even before it clicks. “You didn’t… Feel it?” 

“Nope.” 

No. This can’t happen. Not now. They don’t deserve this- “Nathan?”

“Hm?”

“Can you feel me right now?” She squeezes his hand for emphasis, probably too hard. He doesn’t even blink. 

“Nope.” 

Tears well up in her eyes. She frantically tries to blink them back, knows that the last thing he wants is to make her cry, but to no avail. The past fifteen minutes have been a roller coaster of emotions, and she cannot hold it back anymore. He flinches, and she tugs at his hand, pulling him even closer, clinging with all she is. As if, if she holds tight enough, he might feel her in spite of everything. 

She gathers her voice, forcing herself to confirm what they both already know. “Your Trouble is back.” 

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3. Duke/Audrey, AU Season 3 finale, really just Angst In A Box 

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There’s nowhere to go, particularly, so they walk down the driveway, past the vehicles, to the edge of the property. It’s quiet, there; only the faintest hints of chatter from the restaurant carry so far. 

They sit on the already-tattered grass, and she leans her head against his shoulder. His hand moves slowly up and down her arm.

“You have to move on,” she manages, though it sends aches all through her. “Have to-”

“I can’t promise that.” His voice breaks, and he holds her a little tighter. “I can’t. I would do… Anything you asked, but I can’t promise-I can’t. So please… Don’t ask me to.”

And she should. She knows this. She should push him to make the promise, because he never breaks his word to her. It’ll be good for him to move on and find someone else. But she can’t force the words from her throat.

He’s not saying he can’t move on, she reasons. He’s just saying it’s not a guarantee. 

Finally, she allows for a compromise. “Okay, then promise me you’ll find someone. Hear me out,” she adds, when he opens his mouth to protest. “It doesn’t have to be like… Like this. It can be a dog, if you want, just…” She turns to meet his watery gaze, reaching up and stroking his cheek. “You have so much love inside you, Duke. Find someone to give it to when I’m gone?” 

He shudders, but nods, pressing his forehead to hers. “I promise,” he breathes, voice shaking. 

“Good.” With that out of the way, she lets herself fall forward, burying her face in his neck. He swallows, wrapping his arms more fully around her, and she has the vaguest sense that he’s trying to block out the world. That if the Hunter arrived right now, Duke would fight the meteors with his bare hands. 

So many words dance on her tongue, begging to be said, but she doesn’t know if she has the strength. Tears trickle down her face, and she closes her eyes, soaking up what little time they have left.