Anonymous asked:
Can you write a longer song thing for the Duke universe? Involving everyone's point of view?
Yes! I had to think about the song for a little while and I'm sorry this has taken a little longer than normal but that's for obvious reasons! I was torn between two different songs but in the end I went with Fallout by Marianas Trench.
Warnings for this one: infidelity, sexual situations, alcohol use, swearing mostly written on my phone
An empty room,
I'm empty too
And everything reminds me of you
So many things
I shouldn't have missed
The more that I push
And the more you resist
"Come on, Rose!"
She turned away from Jake, crossing her arms over her chest, and he was left desperately trying to read the lines of her shoulders to figure out what was going on in her mind. Taking a chance, Jake reached out and touched her arm. She let out a ragged sob and covered her face.
"Everything is such a mess, Jake! How did it get to be such a mess?"
Because they were soulmates. Because it was the simplest and the most complicated of answers. It was hard to say it didn't matter that she was married because Jake knew how much it weighed on her mind that she was hurting a good man, but she was also here.
"You belong with me," Jake said. "You know you do."
Rose spun into his arms and kissed him desperately. Jake didn't care if she bruised him; he didn't care if there were marks that her husband would later see. He wanted to make sure that she felt what he felt every time he was around her. He wanted her to know there was no depth that he wouldn't go to for her and that his heart and his soul were hers. He wanted the world with her and her alone: rainy days huddled up in bed, vacations on foreign coasts, old age sipping lemonade in rocking chairs.
Rose clawed at him, tearing his shirt off over his head. Her hand slipped over the front of his jeans; Jake was already so hard for her that the touch was painful. He pushed her work skirt up over her hips and backed her into the wall. She unbuttoned her blouse but didn't have time to remove it or her bra before Jake had her breasts out of her the cups of the nice lace, his mouth on her nipple as he lifted her.
"Don't make me wait," Rose begged, pulling his pants and underwear down.
Jake lifted her against the wall and her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid into her. Rose sighed as they came together. Jake stared into her eyes as they moved together.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too."
She kissed his lips and then down his jaw, biting onto his neck as he hit just the right spots. Jake pressed into her, listening to her gasp his name until they had both finished, sliding to the floor in the same heap.
"Rose," Jake said, cradling her. "It's us, please, you know that it is."
Rose twisted her wedding ring around her finger.
"This sneaking around can't go on forever. It's not fair to anyone. You have to tell Duke the truth."
Rose slowly sat up.
"It's not going to be easy but you know it's right."
Rose pulled her clothing back into place.
"Say something," Jake pleaded.
"If I was concerned with right, I never would have spoke to you in that bar, let alone ever again," Rose said. "And who are we to think about right? We might have been right in another life but what if we're wrong in this one? I married Duke for a reason! You act like because I love you that I don't love him! He's my husband! Of course I love him!"
Rose jumped to her feet and Jake scrambled after her, catching her hand before she got too far. She turned to face him, tears in her eyes, Jake faltered as he stared at her, wondering if there was a chance he'd lose her now. He wasn't above begging.
"I love you and I know you love me -"
"I could say the same thing about Duke!" Rose interrupted. "Oh, God, what do I do?"
"Pick me," Jake said, gripping her as tightly as she was gripping him. "Be with me. I'm so in love with you, Rose, and this was meant to be. I'll fight for you. I'll be your safe place. I'm yours. I can't lose you."
"You're right that it's not fair, for any of us, to continue this way," Rose said quietly. "I have to go home now, Jake. I need to think. This can't continue this way."
Jake felt helpless as she gathered her things and slipped her heels back on. His heart leapt when she kissed him goodbye but it was bitterly tender compared to the way she usually kissed him.
"I love you," Jake said at the door.
"I love you too," Rose said, and then she was gone.
His studio seemed so empty without her here and Jake dropped heavily onto the couch. She'd laid here with him before, her feet in his lap, reading him tidbits from her social media feed like they'd been doing it forever. She'd bought throw pillows and patterned tea towels for him because Rose liked colourful things. She'd been making a home here and Jake had to believe that she was going to come back, even with the way she had left.
As he would always believe, they were meant to be.
It's easy to say it's for the best
When you wanted more
While you leave me with less
I know you're fine, but what do I do?
Rose picked Duke.
At least, that's what she told herself and that was what she tried to do. She really did love him, despite what her actions said. She'd married him for a reason. So, she blocked Jake's number, and looked herself in the mirror, promising that she was going to forget that this had ever happened, and she was going to be Duke's wife. That was what she had promised. And she could remember a time when Duke's wife was all she wanted to be.
Rose beat Duke home from work and took her time to get dolled up for him, feeling guilty that she hadn't done it in a while. She skipped the red set of lingerie that she knew she was going to have to throw out, no matter how good it looked on her, because she could never wear it without thinking about her first time with Jake. She put on a sky blue set with a flouncy little skirt and redid her make-up with something more sultry. She was sitting on the edge of the bed when Duke walked in and she stood.
"How was your day?"
"You look so beautiful," Duke said, like she'd known he would.
His kiss felt the same way that it had for years. Rose gripped onto his shoulders in the same way she always did and felt sick with herself as two different thoughts invaded her at once: how could she have ever thought of missing out on this and then, in direct comparison, it felt like something was missing.
Duke was slow, nearly methodical, kissing her slowly. Rose squirmed, wanting more from him. Duke had always been a man of simple pleasures, not big passions, and it was why Rose thought they'd always fit so well together. He grounded her while she lifted him up.
Duke slowly peeled the lingerie from her, running his fingers across her nipples, down her stomach, to between her legs. Rose gasped as he touched all the right places but she laid there and she wished for more. She wished for earth-shattering. She wished for such passion that she thought that she was going to shatter from it and then such tenderness in the afterglow that it put her all back together. Rose touched Duke's chest, reaching down and taking his length in her hand. She went to slide down, take him into her mouth, but, instead, Duke rolled over her body and covered her.
"Let me touch you," Rose said, looking at him. "I want to."
"You don't need to do that."
But, Rose wanted to. She wanted it reciprocate. She worked her hands between their taut bodies, teasing him with the same gentle touches that he'd give her. He kissed her, sliding his thighs under hers so that her hands were disrupted and her legs opened wider.
"I love you," Duke said, loud and bold.
"I love you," Rose answered.
She kissed him back as he entered her, gripping his shoulder with one hand and sending the other down between her legs. She felt safe with the way that Duke covered her, surrounded her, smelled like home to her. She kissed the front of his chest and then took one of his hands in her own as they moved. He replaced her hand between her legs with his own, his large thumb able to cover her clit and leave her shaking by the time that he finished.
Duke rolled onto his side, pulling her into him. Rose laid in his arms, staring up at the ceiling, feeling dizzy, feeling different than she'd expected to feel afterward.
"What are you thinking?" Duke asked.
"Just thinking about you," Rose said, because, at the very least, it was honest.
I know you're fine, but what do I do?
I'm awake, and trying
While you're sleeping like a babe beside him
I'm on the ledge while you're so
Jake didn't remember the last time he went on a bender this bad. He sat in the bar he'd re-met Rose in and took shots until the bartender kicked him out and, even then, it was barely even nine at night. He went to a liquor store where he was definitely the best looking thing they'd seen in a while because they didn't care that he could barely stand up, just about the fact that he could pay. He filled his backpack with the largest bottle of hard liquor and two large bottles of mix and he stumbled back out onto the street.
He stared up at the sky, wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do. Where the fuck was he supposed to go when he had lost his soulmate twice? When she loved him but she didn't pick him. He wanted to go to her stupid, cutesy little house and knock on the door. He wanted to look Duke Eloi in the face and say, "Your wife's in love with me, she just doesn't know how to leave you."
Who cared if it was too simple for the truth? It would get the point across more than enough. Rose might not have even told Duke the truth, just erased Jake, and carried on with her life like they never happened, and Jake couldn't grasp how she could just act like that. Like they weren't anything. Like know that she knew it would be so easy for her to pretend like it didn't happen.
He found himself a park bench and opened his liquor, wondering what Rose was doing now. Was she curled around Duke, happy with the life she was leading? Was she thinking about him, that it had been a mistake?
Jake resisted the urge to check his phone, knowing that she wouldn't have said anything. He knew Rose well enough to know that she'd made up her mind and that she wouldn't be changing it, even if she was dead wrong. She'd curl up next to her annoyingly good husband and go on living
Jake let the alcohol burn his throat. For tonight, he was done with living. He was going to be dwelling.
God damn polite and composed
And I know you see me,
And you're making it look so easy
What comes and goes,
I'd go without
Rose knew what a dragon's fire looked like. She was out grocery shopping, doing everything to not think about Jake and about the fact that it had been two weeks no contact. Duke thought that they were as happy as they'd ever been but Duke was living in ignorance and Rose was … not quite miserable, but when she saw the hint of a dragon in New York, her heart leapt with glee like it hadn't since she'd saw Jake last.
She abandoned her groceries in their basket, outside the produce stall. She could always come back for them. She rushed down the streets, those instincts from another life kicking in, and she could read the signs of magic in the alleyways like they were a language she'd always known. She took a shortcut around the corner and stopped, watching what looked to be the tail end of a fight between Jake and a human woman. She watched Jake pin the woman and snatch a necklace from her body.
"No!" The woman screamed as if she were being gutted. "NO!"
She was dark-haired, probably no older than Rose herself. If Rose hadn't seen her with a dragon, she wouldn't have thought there was anything different about her.
Jake snapped the necklace between his claws, the pendant screaming as loudly as the woman. It looked like demons burst from the pendant, shadow people running rampant across the streets. As they fled by her, Rose felt a chill and she gasped. Jake looked in her direction and she looked eyes with the red dragon, the man she loved, the man she had left behind too many times to go back. She watched his lips part and she hoped that he was going to say her name. Rose's knees went weak. She wanted him to say her name.
Instead, he blinked and looked away, toward the woman.
"Danika," he said, "you have to be more careful."
He reached out a hand and helped the drowsy woman up. She cleared her hair out of her eyes and didn't seem surprise at holding a dragon's hand.
"Then I'd never get to see you."
Rose knew that tone. She could recognize the familiar way that two people touched one another. It wasn't right. She was the one who was married. She was the one who kept walking away. He had every right to move on and be happy but Rose's heart wrenched from her chest and shattered when she thought of it. She stayed frozen in that alley, even as Jake tucked Danika under his human arm and walked her safely out. She stood there, and she wondered, if she caught Duke cheating on her, would she feel the same way she was feeling now?
She knew the answer. And she knew what it meant.
But it was such a hard pill to swallow.
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Rose was stone cold sober when she unblocked Jake's number. She'd thought about drinking, because it had become such a vice for her lately, but she knew she couldn't keep relying on it, and she knew that this wasn't a conversation to have intoxicated.
"Rose?" Jake sounded like she'd waken him and Rose flashed back to the dark-haired woman in the alley. Was he sleeping in with someone? Was there someone to take her spot so quickly?
"Jake," Rose whispered. She hadn't realized what it would do to her to hear his voice again. "Is it a bad time?"
"No, no," Jake said quickly. "It's never a bad time to talk to you. I just thought that you didn't want to talk to me anymore."
"I needed space to think and I should have explained myself. You deserved to have me explain myself."
"I don't want to hear you break up with me," Jake said. "I don't … I can't … That's not something I can handle. A lot of this, if I'm being honest, has been beyond what I can handle."
Rose knew that feeling all too well.
"I haven't told Duke the truth. I cut you off because I thought loyalty to my husband in the end was the best thing."
"Rose."
She could hear the pain in his voice.
"I miss you. I miss you way too fucking much. You were right. We're meant to be. We're soulmates. We're … Whatever we are, it's supposed to be us. And if I hurt you, if you need more time, I'll give you all you want. Whatever you want. I'm telling Duke about us tonight and that's going to be the end of my marriage because you were right all long." Rose broke down into tears. "This wasn't fair to anyone but it's really not fair to him. I have love for him but I'm not in love with him, I'm in love with you! I -"
Rose pressed her cell phone to her ear, keeling over on herself. She could hear Jake breathing on the other end of the phone and that was what she tried to focus on, even as she felt she couldn't breathe herself. She felt like she was falling apart at the seams but, the simple fact that Jake's voice was in her ear, meant that she was being knit back together at the same time.
"You're my choice. I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner," Rose gasped, "but you're my choice."
And those words set him free.
Well now there's him,
And now there's me
The secrets you give
And the secrets you keep
And nevertheless
Duke whistled as he walked through his front door, even as he was faced with cacophony of Rose's décor choices. It was never the type of home that he thought of himself living in but it was fine. If it was what his wife wanted, it was what his wife would get. For everything she did for him, the least that Duke could do would be to live with a multi-coloured couch.
The house was silent, even though Duke knew that Rose was home. It was so strange, because she liked music and informational podcasts, anything to wrap herself in sound. Rose never liked to let the silence settle in because the nightmares would come back to her when it did, and Duke knew what she was like when the nightmares started. It had been so hard to learn to sleep next to her, when she constantly woke up screaming of fictional boys and spears and broken hearts. The longer they were married, the less often the nightmares seemed to occur, and Duke hoped he had something to do with her peace.
"Rose?" Duke called, kicking off his shoes and leaving them in a heap inside the door. It was, as Rose often said, his only bad habit.
"Kitchen."
After years of marriage, Duke knew Rose, and he walked into the kitchen with a pit in his stomach, knowing that there was something wrong. She was sitting on the counter when he walked in, watching out the window. There was a pair of robins that nested on the fence between them and the neighbours and Duke knew that when they were there, Rose watched them when she got upset. It made the pit in his stomach grow, but he still walked up to her and took her hands in his, kissing her gently on the lips, the same after-work greeting they'd had for years.
Rose didn't hold his hands back and Duke couldn't help but fixate on that. He was a good man but he was not a perfect man and his mind began to run rampant with speculation.
"What's on your mind?"
"I need to tell you something," Rose said, drawing her hands back into herself. "It's going to hurt."
"Don't -"
"I can't -"
"Don't, Rose -"
"I didn't mean -"
"Did you sleep with someone?" Duke wanted to rip off his skin, escape his body, be someone who wasn't here. He wanted to be the happily married man who walked through the front door.
"Yes."
Rose's blue eyes were so unwavering. Duke felt his knees buckle and he sat down in the orange kitchen chair, hanging his head. Another man had touched his wife. His wife allowed another man to touch him. How was he supposed to breathe, ever again? How was he supposed to breathe?
"When?"
Rose bowed her head and Duke knew it was shame.
"Was it sex or was it an affair?" Duke demanded, anger taking over hopeless.
A lapse in judgement, they could heal from. One night, liquor, something she felt remorse about - they could get help, they could move on, they could be them again. An affair, a sober, thought out decision? Duke felt disgusted being in the same room as her.
"I'm leaving you for him."
The floor fell out from beneath Duke's feet.
It's never you let
The more that I give
And the less that I get
Don't tell me to fight,
To fight for you
After this long, I shouldn't have to
Duke took his good bourbon and poured at least a double into a glass, turning his back on Rose as he slammed it down. He remembered what it had been like, on their wedding day. She had been in the most beautiful of dresses, her veil covering her beautiful face, until her hand had been placed in his. "Take care of my girl," her father had said. Duke had promised he would. He'd always lived up to that promise. He'd lived his days to make her happy and, for what? For this?
"How long?"
"Duke -"
"Rose," Duke said, the alcohol burning his throat and, for the moment, making him feel better. "Answer me now. You don't deserve secrets."
"I don't want to make you feel worse," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. It was a gesture he'd seen a thousand times, if not more, especially early in their relationship, when she was trying to flirt with him, but didn't know how to.
"Tell me."
"We knew each other a very long time ago," Rose said, "but it really started nine months ago."
"You've been sleeping with someone else for nine months!?" Duke wasn't a violent man but, in this moment, he wanted to destroy something. Someone. He wanted to destroy someone.
"I'm sorry."
Duke was torn between screaming "screw that" and demanding that it be over, that she be his wife.
"Did he know about me?"
Rose hesitated and then she nodded. "The entire time."
"Who - How - Why - Where -" Duke wasn't sure what questions to ask, let alone what questions he actually wanted the answer to. "You married me. It shouldn't be a question. None of that should be a question."
"You're right. There's nothing I can say here to make this easier on you, Duke, and I hope someday you can understand how sorry I really am."
"How can you be sorry?" Duke blurted out, feeling very unlike himself as he poured more bourbon. "You're my wife! It's our life!"
"I know."
"Tell me," Duke said, holding his next glass of bourbon and walking up to Rose, "Did you think of me?"
"Yes."
"And it still wasn't enough?"
"I'm sorry."
"Then your mind is made up."
It wasn't a question. Duke knew better than to make that a question.
"I can't do anything else?" Perhaps he was a fool for asking but he'd kick himself if he didn't.
"You didn't do anything wrong," Rose assured him. "It was all me. I'm sorry. You deserve better."
But what Duke got and what he deserved were different, and he took his next shot of bourbon while reaching for the bottle.
I know you're fine, but what do I do?
I know you're fine, but what do I do?
I'm awake, and trying
While you're sleeping like a babe beside him
Jake didn't know what to do when Rose knocked on his door, a small suitcase in one hand.
"I'm not moving in," she assured him before he could even speak. "I just … I need somewhere to spend the night."
Jake just opened his arms and she fell into his grasp, her head on his shoulder as she sobbed.
"It was right, but it was so hard."
"I've got you," Jake assured her. "I've always got you."
He helped her inside, leaving her suitcase by his bed, because, quite frankly, he didn't care if she did move in. She was here. She was his. He sat down on the couch with her, pulling her into him, not willing to let her out of his arms, in case she was gone again.
"I know you do," Rose said, and she leant back to look at him. "Jake, promise …"
"Promise?"
"This is real. On your end. It's so real on mine it hurts and I -"
Jake knew she was emotionally fragile but he couldn't listen to her question him or them.
"It's real," Jake said. "It's so real that it hurts."
Rose wrapped her arms around him and snuggled in and Jake felt everything in his soul breathe a sigh of relief. Everything that had been a thorn in the time that she'd been gone receded in an instant. She was here and it was good and beautiful and normal. It was everything that it should be.
They brushed their teeth together in his small bathroom, they climbed under his comforter together, facing one another in the semi-darkness of a New York City night. Their legs twined together and Jake knew that she was still awake, he just didn't know how to push her about the thoughts that he was sure was racing around in her mind.
"Jake," she whispered.
"Rose."
"I'm glad I'm here," Rose confessed. "It feels a little bad to say it but I'm so glad that I'm here with you."
Jake moved toward her in the darkness, pulling her into him, and kissing her gently.
"I'm glad you're here with me too."
And they settled into rest.
I'm on the ledge while you're so
God damn polite and composed
And I know you see me,
And you're making it look so easy
Rose wasn't sure what to do but Marcia said to bring the plus one she wanted and, so, Rose went to the wedding of one her college best friends. Rose would admit that she was worried, walking into a group of people that knew her as "Duke and Rose!" as "Rose and boyfriend". She had been married. She felt like she was past the age of having boyfriends but that was exactly what Jake was and, as nervous as she felt, she was happy to be going somewhere with him. She wanted everyone to meet him. She wanted everyone to love him the way that she did.
Jake, to his credit, didn't seem nervous at all. The wedding ceremony was one thing but cocktail hour was a whole different beast. The group of girls that had been Rose's bridesmaids in her wedding to Duke swarmed Jake, bombarding him with questions. Jake seemed to bask in the attention, as Rose had known he would, and she slowly began to relax, her hand in Jake's. Maybe it was all okay. Maybe, she could stop being so selfish and focus on Marcia and her special day.
That was true, until she'd gone to get her and Jake top up, and she'd looked up, to see Duke and his sister across the venue.
Rose's stomach dropped. She shouldn't have been surprised that Duke was there. Henry had been part of his fraternity in college. They had met because Marcia was one of Rose's bridesmaids and Henry was one of Duke's groomsmen. She should have been anticipated Duke being here but, for whatever reason, she'd never thought of it.
"Rose."
"Adela!" Rose said, putting her best smile on her face. She hadn't heard from Adela in some time, for obvious reasons, but, once upon a time, they'd practically been the best of friends. "How are you?"
"Well, I'm not a homewrecking whore, so, great!"
"Adela," Duke said as a warning, but Rose couldn't look him in the eye. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to look him in the eye again.
'It's okay," Rose said, "I deserve it and I understand. I hope you enjoy the wedding."
Rose gathered the gin wedding cocktails and went back to Jake's side, feeling comforted as Jake wrapped his arm around his waist.
"Are you good?" Jake asked.
"Yes," Rose said.
In his arms, she was always good.
What comes and goes,
I'd go without
I know you're fine but what about
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When the winter came, Roes had to admit that she hadn't thought of Duke in some time. Every so often, he would cross her mind, as the divorce loomed between them, but, she had to admit, that she didn't really miss him. The realization made her sick but it only reaffirmed the fact that she was making the right decision as she set up for her holidays with Jake. She was looking forward to their first Christmas Eve and Day, and New Years Eve and Day, and, most of all, Chinese New Year, when it came, because she'd promised his mother that she would help cook the favourite dishes.
Duke had moved out saying that, until the lawyers figured out, the house was hers, Rose had moved Jake in quite soon after, because if it was her home, he deserved to be there. Jake had bought a new bad for them, saying that he couldn't sleep in her old marriage bed. Rose bought knew sheets for the new bed and they started over.
She let him make fun of her kitschy décor in a way that Duke had never dared to and Rose thrived off the way that Jake would tease her and call her out and dance with her. Everything in the world, she felt like she had like with him. The whole all of it, Rose felt like she'd been missing. And, what she'd been missing, she hoped that Duke felt too. She hoped he found the completeness of a perfect for him person, rather than a person that could make him happy.
"Jake!"
Rose had never wanted to feel like a housewife. But, Jake acted like a housewife more often than she did. He took up the mantle of cooking and cleaning and spent his days as the American Dragon while she hunted out her corporate passions. On the days she got home first, Rose liked to cook him dinner, greet him with a glass of wine because she would turn Jake into a wine connoisseur if it killed her.
Jake accepted her kiss with a flourish, grabbing her in a way that made Rose feel like she'd been missed for a thousand years rather than ten hours.
"How was your day?" Jake asked.
"It was good. I won in that meeting with Geoff about the sustainability movement," Rose said, "but it's Christmas! Who cares?"
"Yes! Who cares!?" Jake agreed.
He danced her around the kitchen as Jingle Bells played loudly in the background. Rose grabbed her wine glass of the counter.
"Try it," she insisted.
"It's a white, Rose," Jake groaned, in that good-natured way that she knew too well. "You know I prefer reds."
"Try it," Rose insisted. "For me."
Jake tasted it, like she knew he would, because they would do anything for each other.
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Duke Eloi lay on his apartment bed, staring up at his apartment ceiling, never thinking that he'd be in an apartment again, but here he was. He was divorced and alone and that wasn't a person that he'd ever thought he'd be. Until zero hour, he'd thought that he and Rose were completely happy. He had never thought anything else. She'd put on such a good show that, Duke had to acknowledge, he hadn't known anything was wrong.
Maybe he'd been naïve. He didn't like to think so. He was a husband who had loved and trusted his wife.
Where was the fault in that? Where was the mistake?
On the day they'd said their vows, Rose kept giggling, because she'd been so happy. Duke had known every moment of her for so long that he knew what she was like when she was happy. She was happy and laughing because she was excited. Duke would love to know what mistake he'd made to send her into the arms of Jake Long but he also knew that it wasn't one thing.
In marriage, it wasn't one thing.
Was it the fact that he didn't put his shoes away on the shoe rack? Was it the way that he would get up and walk away every time Adela called? Was it the way that he had to be up early and come home late, depending on the day?
No. It was none of that. Rose didn't care if her clothes made it in the hamper. Rose could get a spontaneous call from Rachelle and disappear onto the balcony for hours. Rose didn't care what time he came and went. just the he came home to her. One time, he had waken her at three am after his long transit ride, and she'd pulled him into her, rolling onto him, and kissing him messily as her nightgown came off. He'd been hot and sweaty from the job site, and, then, at five am, they'd showered together.
Parts of it had to be real. Duke would love to believe that all of his marriage was real, but he knew that was a child's dream.
His wife was a liar.
I'm on the ledge while you're so
God damn polite and composed
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