#Reggie is a water conduit

[phantoms-lair]

I:SS A Better Future

(Here brain, Reggie Conduit good ending, please be appeased and let me work on what I want to)

A long shower after a day of work had become a godsend for Reggie. It was something he used to do when days were particularly bad, but now it was after every shift. Feeling the warm water get absorbed and heal any tired muscles or aching joints (not that he had as many as he used to) was something he wouldn’t trade for anything.

It still felt unreal. He could remember waking up in the hospital, still covered in concrete, and being asked if he knew he was conduit-active and if so what was his element since it would help him heal faster.

As shocked as he’d been, it wasn’t until much later when he realized the true impact of the exchange. He was asked if he knew, not declared a bio-terrorist and turned over to the sickos in the DUP. Even a week earlier he knew it would have gone differently. Instead he was treated with human decency and - once they found his element was water - kept him immersed until his healing factor pushed the concrete out.

That bothered him a bit, that the process had taken less than a day. If they had just put Del next to a bonfire or something, he could have been back on his feet in a day, rather than have concrete spurs in his legs for a week. But knowledge on how to help conduits had been in short supply.

And then, once he was cleared, he just...went home. Home to the rest of the Akomish, healed from Augustine’s attack. Home to Delsin who didn’t even try to hide his crying that Reggie was alive. Home to the two troubled teenagers he’s onced tried to arrest who’d turned around and helped his brother save the world (or at least Seattle).

And now he was still working as Sheriff of Salmon Bay. His new state of being relatively bulletproof and being able to subdue a culprit (or troublemaking younger brother, or said brother's equally troublemaking friends) with a single shot of water from a distance made him more efficient at his job than ever. And he would never let Delsin know how much he enjoyed 'hydroplaning' by creating water under his feet and just sliding along.

It was funny. He’d become a police officer to make the world safer for his brother to live in. And rebellious Delsin had turned it around and made the world safer for him instead.

[unhingedbutaware]

Brothers

Had this idea for a while, inspired by a fanfic I saw,,,

Insane time to post I'm so sorry

[rogueshadeaux]

Chapter Ten — Settling

Was it Mom? Was it what happened in the alley? My eyes trailed off, looking away — I couldn’t stand seeing Dad like that — and instead landed on the height chart of him and his brother. Reggie. Dad never told us much about him beyond his name, a few stories about how he always bailed Dad out of trouble — but I didn’t know how he died. Did this run deeper than just Mom? Was Dad haunted by his brother? Could be his parents too — if they died from the Ray Field Plague, then that means they weren’t Conduits. He didn’t…he couldn’t be blaming himself for that either, right?

3.2 words | 10 min read time | TRIGGER WARNINGS: familial loss

We all eventually collapsed on our various spaces in the living room, Dad taking the couch and sleeping at our heads after we had a huddled movie night around Dad’s phone. Morning came with the sudden noisy hum of the fridge and the HVAC’s heating pushing through, that weird stench of it not being used recently filling the house. “Oh, electricity’s on, good,” Dad mumbled huskily, relaxing. “We can do the basement today.”

Well, we were gonna, until Dad forced study time on us.

I don’t know how he could expect us to be able to study for exams with everything that had happened. And to think this was literally all I wanted to do — study, stress about exams, only have the mundane to worry about. It felt superficial now to frantically try to find study material for AP Lit since my textbook was a state away.

Dad made us split his phone, Brent stealing it to open up tabs on Chemistry while I sort of fumbled around. At least I had a study packet — otherwise this would have been useless. Dad took to disappearing through a door in the hall while we slummed away at our studying, trying hard to actually pretend to care.“This is stupid,” I heard Brent mutter.

“You’re one to talk,” I whispered back, “Architecture just got way easier for you. You can just make your little buildings whenever you want. How the fuck am I supposed to use water in art?”

“Watercolors.” He tried to deadpan, failing as an amused smirk slid on his face. “It’s in the name.”

I raised a hand and flicked my fingers towards him, water condensing on their tips and flinging onto his face. He sputtered, flinching with the splash and then warning me how I was so lucky he couldn’t do the same.

Betty eventually saved us from the torture, the trunk of her little Beetle full of refrigerated essentials; milk, eggs. A tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream she insisted counted. Dad emerged, a box in hand, greeting Betty with a joking, “Finally — thought you were trying to get out of helping us unpack,”

“I would never!” Betty balked. “I’m not one to pass up being nosy, Delsin, you know that.”

“And yet you’d always yell at me for it,” Dad rolled his eyes.

“Well it was my job to make sure you grew up better than me, after all,”

Dad made Brent help with moving the mattresses into the master bedroom, a task made far easier and yet absolutely hectic as he went to pull the mattress up and instead launched it towards the ceiling, knocking the spinning fan and making it wobble around.

The sound made poor Betty jump in place, her ankles popping with the sudden movement as Dad launched forward to catch the mattress before it tumbled into the fireplace. “Jesus Christ, Brent,” Dad breathed out on a laugh, struggling to balance the mattress in the air before pushing it to the side, away from the fire.

Brent was 3 shades redder than normal, muttering apologies that Dad waved off. But he wasn’t willing to drop the subject yet. “I mean, I got stronger when I got my powers, but not like this,”

“Do you think it’s his powers, perhaps?” Betty chimed in, hand still clasped to her chest.

“I mean, if his skin can turn metal, why not muscles?” I added.

Dad nodded slowly, messing with the 5 o’clock shadow that was overgrowing on him quick like a yard after a storm before suddenly slapping his hand on Brent’s bicep. “Flex.” He demanded.

“Dad—“ Brent stressed, somehow getting redder.

“C’mon son,” Dad insisted. “I’m not asking you to strip or anything,”

Way he was acting though, Dad may as well have.

Brent was the sporty one, football in the fall and baseball in the spring with weightlifting in between, and has always been on the stronger side. The bigger side. But now, with the room being warm enough to not need a carhart and with his sleeves rolled up, I realized he did look different. Not bigger, but like…defined, I guess. The muscles in his arm were showing more now instead of coexisting with his skin, straining the hem on the arm of his Akomish Rez shirt.

Brent relented, tensing his arm under Dad’s grip. His hand moved violently, his skin refusing to dimple under Dad’s grip when he gave a gentle squeeze. “Holy shit, Brent, I think Jean is right,”

Brent became our sideshow, being poked and prodded as we realized his muscles were, literally, solid steel. I copied Dad when Brent was doing his full mimicry, flicking his bicep and flinching away at the pain of hitting steel. “That’s not fair! Why didn’t I get that?” I complained. Why does he get to be the cool superhero with the pecks and the bull-like strength?

These Conduit powers better have at least erased my lactose intolerance.

Betty took my place, asking Brent and Dad a million questions like your power is steel? and are you doing that voluntarily? I moved back a few steps, leaned back against the same wall I was on when they pulled into the driveway, watching Dad and Betty fuss over him, encouraging him to go full steel to see if it would affect anything.

Dad and Brent were in the middle of seeing if he could concentrate making only a single part of his body a normal epidermis when he yelped, jumping suddenly as the little circular red magnet I threw stuck itself to his forehead with a loud CLACK.

“Huh,” I said, smirking a bit as Brent glared at me. “So you’re probably not stainless steel,”

“You couldn’t think of any other way to test that?”

“Shut up before I stick a report card on you.”

“She has a point,” Dad said, peeling the magnet off of Brent’s forehead. “Aren’t there a bunch of different kinds of steel? We should test and see if you have any limitations. In fact,” he looked over at me. “I want to do that for both of you, later today. See how far you can take your powers. After that, we’ll have to…well, we’ll have to train you to fight—“

“Oh, Delsin, you don’t think that’s necessary—“ Betty began.

“They need to. Whoever sent those Akurans to attack us in Portland isn’t going to give up.” Dad looked at Betty, something pleading in his eyes. “They’ve got to learn to protect themselves in case I…if I can’t…”

I never understood what people meant when they said silence could be deafening. Yeah, sure, there've been instances that the silence seemed to speak louder than words; that bad comedy bit during the talent show that one time, the assembly when we were told our 3rd grade teacher had passed. But deafening? I hadn’t really gotten that until now. Dad’s voice died off, his face almost distressed as he shot back to whatever memory was holding him captive.

Was it Mom? Was it what happened in the alley? My eyes trailed off, looking away — I couldn’t stand seeing Dad like that — and instead landed on the height chart of him and his brother. Reggie. Dad never told us much about him beyond his name, a few stories about how he always bailed Dad out of trouble — but I didn’t know how he died. Did this run deeper than just Mom? Was Dad haunted by his brother? Could be his parents too — if they died from the Ray Field Plague, then that means they weren’t Conduits. He didn’t…he couldn’t be blaming himself for that either, right?

Brent turned full human again, the action pulling Betty’s attention from Dad’s gaze and prompting her to say, “Well, let’s at least get the house more livable before you do any of that. You two move the beds to the room, Regina and I will start bringing up boxes from the basement.”

That was enough to change the atmosphere of the room, Dad nodding and then making a joke of warning Brent not to send the bed through the roof the next time he lifts it. Betty motioned for me to follow her, us leaving the boys to begin trying to fit the mattresses down the narrow hallway as she led me to the same door Dad emerged from earlier.

Most of the house was wood, a sort of vintage vibe stocked with paneling and patterned shag carpet that I imagine was older than Dad. Which is why the sudden dive into a modern looking staircase, followed by a steeled blue and gray hallway took me by surprise. It was like stepping back into the 21st century. There were three doors, Betty choosing the first on the right, which was already cracked open.

There weren’t as many boxes as I thought there’d be — sure, there were a good dozen, but they only took up half of the room. The other half was empty save for a yellow and white striped surfboard propped up against the soft artichoke colored walls, a pile of gray and white bedding absolutely covered in dust on the ground beside it. “Huh, I didn’t know Dad could surf!” I exclaimed, going to grip the board. Whenever we got to go to the beach, he’d never avoid the waves — but he never volunteered himself to try surfing, even when Brent did.

Betty, looking between two boxes and their labels, simply replied, “He doesn’t.”

Dad…doesn’t? Then whose…

I took a better look at the room: green, split halfway down the wall with a partitioned border that gave away to an eggshell shade. Dad hated green, to a comedic degree. The only time I’d ever gotten him in anything remotely green was my 6th grade Father Daughter Dance, and honestly, that was just for the fun of hearing his sarcastic quips about how he looked like Shrek the Ogre. All over a shirt! The entire suit wasn’t even green! His room wouldn’t willingly be green, not in a million years.

It was around this time that I noticed another box, a lone, small one helping hold the surfboard up. Gently leaning the board forward, I looked at the box, Reggie’s photography stuff written in a shaky form of Dad’s handwriting on top.

This was Reggie’s room.

A thousand questions ran through my head. Dad’s past was always sort of illusive; he’d shut down whenever we’d ask him about his past, would sort of trail off in the middle of a story when he did reveal anything, falling into nothing but pursed lips and sad eyes. At least, now I understood there was a layer of safety to why we never knew anything about anyone. But I just wanted to know, with the proof all right here; who was Reggie?

Betty definitely wasn’t the person to ask, though. She probably knew him, but Dad deserved the chance to make good on that honesty promise.

Instead of satiating a single question, I asked Betty, “What kind of stuff are we unpacking? What should I leave?”

She heaved a box against her hip, spinning to face me. “Any of them, really. They’re mostly old house supplies, so hopefully they will help you all settle in easier.”

“And Reggie’s things?”

Betty’s eyes trailed over to the surfboard, and the box I exposed by moving it. “Leave it for your father to decide.”

Betty began out the room, leaving me to scramble for a box and rush behind, almost tripping on the first step. Dad and Brent were just emerging from the nursery as I entered the hall, Dad immediately offering to take the box I held and sending me back down with Brent.

I led him back down, Brent cracking a joke at how modern the basement looked. “Wonder why they didn’t do the whole house? Upstairs looks like a scene from That 70’s Show.”

“Can’t imagine it’s cheap. Plus, I dunno,” I opened Reggie’s door, “Kind of gives it a sweet rustic vibe.”

“Yeah,” he snorted, rolling his eyes, “Okay,”

It wasn’t surprising when Brent rushed over to the surfboard; out of us three, he was the only one that ever had the nerve to get on one. “Woah, look at this,” he hummed, gripping the board and turning it in his hands. “Hey, Jean, think you can make waves in the Sound?”

I paused for only a moment while grabbing a box: waves? That would be awesome. But we needed to lie low, and I wasn’t sure messing around and accidentally causing a tsunami or something was discreet. So instead, I teased, “Sure you’re not just gonna sink like lead?”

Brent sort of tossed his head aside, contemplating the possibility as he looked back at the board — and down at the box. I could see him go through the same realization I did, looking around, back at the box, then to the board, which he gently replaced.

But Brent wasn’t one to be serious for so long, settling the info somewhere deep in his mind as he asked, “So is it too late to call dibs on this room? I like the colors,”

We cleaned out Reggie’s old bedroom, the only thing left being the small corner of his possessions, which grew to gain two more boxes. Unopened. We seemed to be in silent agreement that it wasn’t our right to open those. “I should get Dad,” Brent said. “Ask him what to do with all this.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, wiping my brow. Definitely didn’t gain any fun strength powers. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go start on the other room.”

So we left, Brent walking down the hall while I walked across to what I assumed was the door to the other bedroom. I entered a surprising fight with the hinges, them screaming in protest as I made them move for the first time in nearly 18 years; but finally, after a good shoulder check, I stuck my head in—

And lost all fight once I looked around.

Without a doubt, this was Dad’s room. It was graffitied to hell, only little splotches of white peaking through the blues and reds and blacks as negative space. Even the ceiling wasn’t spared, his name tagged against the texture of the popcorn, faded from who knows how long. The work around the room reflected Delsin Rowe — er, Dad’s — style found in Seattle, a bunch of tongue-in-cheek bits: a man using a red-and-blue tinged stock line as a whip on poor retail workers, a traditional Akomish with red warpaint that looked more like blood than paint, especially with the pile of bodies in the background with a politician standing atop them like that pic of Iwo Jima. The red stripes of the American flag acting as a jail cell for a black man.

It was all Rowe, but it looked…wrong? Like a case of uncanny valley. And it took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize it was because these pieces were rough around the edges, a testament of a budding artist.

These were the firsts of his work. Him finding his style, his expression.

“Jesus, these look bad,” Dad laughed behind me, making me jump so hard I knocked my head against the doorframe. I slipped up, cursing, receiving a, “Jean, words,” from Dad as he turned me to face him, checking my temple.

“You scared me,” I laughed, trying to shake away the pain in my head. What was it about door frames that seemed to increase the pain?

“Well, if you weren’t standing in the middle of the hallway,” he jokingly chastised, releasing his gaze on me and laying a hand on the door, pushing it open further with an annoyed grunt. We’d definitely have to invest in some WD-40.

I walked in at Dad’s insistence, looking at the wall the door was a part of for the bit of art I missed. There was more hiding behind the piles of cardboard, I imagine — but what I saw was enough to leave my mouth agape.

At least, until Dad cleared his throat behind me and I spun on him, crossing my arms. “So, this whole time — every time I’d talk about Delsin Rowe’s art—“

“Oh, yeah, that was uh,” Dad laughed breathlessly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “Quite the ego boost, lemme tell you.”

“I hate you.” But there was no malice; the words were followed by chuckling, me rolling my eyes as Dad shoved his hands in his pockets. “And you used to yell at me about drawing on the walls,”

“Hey, to be fair, my parents weren’t exactly excited about me doing this, either.” Dad walked past, running a finger along a stream of blue paint to see if it would give away. “This room used to smell terrible, too. I probably have some kind of disease from sleeping in here with those paint fumes.”

God, spray paint smell in a basement room? I’m surprised he didn’t asphyxiate.

But Dad, the Rowland I once was convinced he was…that man never did art. Always said he was bad at it. “Dad? When was the last time you did something like this?”

Dad hummed, brows furrowing for only a moment as he processed what I meant. This. Art. “Oh. Well, the last big project I had was…well, the nursery.”

18 years. Has he not done anything else in 18 years?

Dad must have seen my shock, because he rushed to say, “I mean, I’ve done some sketches. I actually have a journal hiding in my file cabinet at COLE. But I haven’t been able to…to do anything that could be seen by someone. What if they saw my art style and traced it back to Delsin Rowe, y’know?” He shrugged, obviously bothered and trying his hardest to appear not to be. “Had to be safe.”

That list just kept growing. There was so much of Dad he had to leave behind to keep Brent and I safe. I didn’t even know he was Akomish until we rolled up on the reservation! He told us we were Italian!

He practically scrubbed himself from existence, put on this façade of a man to…keep us safe. How lonely was that? Unable to even say ‘hey, I like to draw!’ without worrying it’ll kill your entire family. It sounded so isolating. The fact that he didn’t just explode at the seams from holding so much of himself captive was a mystery to me.

But we were in the midst of honesty, right? And I think I was being too selfish, wanting all his truths for myself; maybe we needed to reserve some for him. Which is why, after another glance around, I asked, “You mind, well…” God, why was I suddenly bashful? This was Dad. “Well, I’ve always thought tagging was cool. Maybe we could…”

He cocked his head to the side, confused for only a moment at what I was asking before, slowly, a wide grin spread on his face. “Sure, if you want. ‘Course, we have to figure out a way to do it legally. Can’t tell you how many times I was arrested while tagging.” He shook his head, chuckling gently. “You sure you want to try graffiti, though? Don’t think watercolors would be a better choice?”

“Brent already made that joke,”

“Damnit.”

[kormiato]

Hi! Its me again! I wanted to ask if you could write some hcs for Eugene and Delsin dropping off their male s/o (or gender neutral if you preffer) to college and getting a lil clingy cuz they wanna spend time with their bf, and maybe both being a lil worried about how their s/os Friends are going to react since both delsin and Eugene are conduits?( it turns out fine cuz their s/o's Friends are pretty chill and fun).

Thanks in advance! Have a nice day!.

OH. MY. GOD. IT'S BEEN SO DAMN LONG SINCE I'M SO TERRIBLY SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG, I WAS OUT OF THE TUMBLR ALL THIS TIME, I'LL BE BETTER, I SWEAR. Anyway! I love that you still give me requests, you're literally the best! I send a big warm hug to you through the screen and I hope you have a nice day as well. (I hope that I got your request right btw)

Eugene Sims and Delsin Rowe dropping off their s/o to college (Male!Reader)

You were looking like a zombie as you were brushing your teeth. Sleepy, slow zombie. You went to sleep at 3 am and woke up at 6.30. It wasn't that surprising that you were so sleepy, right? But why did you end up sleeping so little? The answer is simple. Delsin and Eugene. You were up at night playing games, eating pizza and laughing with your boyfriends. You can't say you regretted it, since it really helped you relax and have fun. But right this moment you just wanted to fall asleep with your head in the sink.

As you were almost falling asleep while standing in the bathroom, you saw a head popping out of the doorframe. "Heya! Wow, you look like a wreck." Delsin's voice ringed along with the following slurp of his coffee. You just chuckled along and smiled, glancing at the man from the corner of your eye.

"Good morning to you too, Del." You muttered in response, your voice is slurred from the sleepiness and the brush in your mouth. You finished with your morning procedure and splashed your face with cold water to wake up faster. That's when you smelled a coffee right under your nose. And noticed a coffee mug that Delsin holds for you, smiling as he does so. "There you go, pretty boy." He says with a small wink and chuckles softly at how cute you look right now.

You thanked him and took a sip of your coffee with a satisfied hum coming from you right after it. The coffee was just the way you liked. Perfect way to start a day. As you walked in the kitchen you saw Eugene who was as sleepy as you were while drinking his own coffee. It seemed like you all know who'll be responsible for driving this time.

You tried to tell them both a countless times yesterday that they don't have to drop you off to college and that you're a big boy and you can get there yourself. But they just won't listen. They just wanted to spend some more time with you and make sure you were safe, they were almost begging you to let them drop you off to college next time (mostly Delsin was the one begging, Eugene looked like a small pleading kitten without any words, just by one look at this boy). So you couldn't turn down such a sweet gesture.

As you both got in the car that obviously Delsin took from Reggie, since there was a police siren on top of it, you almost started to fall asleep. The sound of the car moving slowly was soothing and quiet, making you sleepy again. And Delsin noticed it. So he turned on the music. He turned on a Freebird by Lynyrd Skynyrd and that made you wake up once again. You wanted to frown and be annoyed because it startled you, but you couldn't when you saw Delsin smiling, nodding his head and tapping his finger against the wheel to the rhythm and mimicking the guitar parts while you were standing on the red lights. It was too fun and cute and eventually you started nodding your head as well, tapping your finger against the car door. Eugene didn't seem to mind and just smiled as he saw both of you fooling around.

It was a fun ride, filled with jokes, laughter and music. It was so fun that the three of you haven't noticed that you got to the college. Delsin parked the car (carefully ofc, he knows that Reggie won't give him head pats for damaging his car) and the three of you got out of the car. You were smiling, happy that you got to the college in a good mood thanks to your boyfriends. You hugged and kissed them both, thanking them for giving you a ride and accompanying you. They were both only happy to do so. Though Eugene looked a little nervous. Which haven't go unnoticed by both you and Delsin.

"Hey, Eugene, what's wrong? You seem a little... Restless." You said softly, your brows slightly furrowed in concern. He just rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly looking away and then at the students at the gates. Eugene seemed uncomfortable by something.

"Well, it's just... We're conduits. Won't there be problems because of it?" The boy muttered quietly. Delsin seemed to frown as he realized that too. He wasn't afraid of someone being against him and Eugene just because they're conduits, but he didn't want you, their boyfriend, to have problems because of it. He wanted to offer Eugene to just go back home to not create any problems, but you stopped them with a laughter. "Come on, guys. It's gonna be fine. I promise. My friends are nice people." You assured them. But it didn't make their worries go away completely.

That's when one of your friends appeared, waving at you in a greeting, a smile on their face. "Hey! We've been waiting for you!" You heard one of your friend calling for you and when you looked in direction of their voice you saw a group of your friends coming your way. You smiled and greeted them happily. And Eugene, meanwhile, involuntarily took a small step to the side to hide behind you and Delsin. He was for sure uncomfortable and anxious about this whole thing.

Yet, well, people should be blind to not see that you were not the only one standing there. And your friends' interested piqued. They started smiling even more and asking who are they, while lightly teasing you in process with phrases like 'hey, I didn't know you came here with your bodyguards or something'. It made you laugh and blush a little. You really liked your friends, they were fun and accepting. That's why you happily introduced Delsin and Eugene to them.

Delsin immediately put on the cocky smirk as he shook one of your friends' hand, appearing almost flirty. You knew that he does it just to get a reaction out of you. Which he does perfectly well, because you nudged him in the side with your elbow, making him laugh out loud as well as your friends.

Eugene didn't talk much and just said a small "hello". He looked pretty adorable, you must admit, but you also didn't like him being nervous, since it made you feel concerned and protective of him. You gently took his hand in yours to ease his nerves, which helped a little. And your friends noticed Eugene's nervousness as well. "Hey, what's wrong?" One of them asked. The three of you got silent and you looked at Delsin and Eugene as if asking for a permission to tell your friends the truth. Delsin just shrugged at this, as if to say 'go on'. So you took a deep breath and said, "well... Delsin and Eugene are... Conduits."

Awkward silence hung over all of you, making it a little uncomfortable. But it was only for a second before your friends sighed in relief and laughed, saying that they were scared it was something serious. That statement made Delsin and Eugene look at each other, then at you and then at your friends with wide eyes. They were used to people being disgusted, or afraid with conduits. Yet here your friends are, actually... Accepting it. Not that they minded, of course.

"So..." Delsin broke the small laughing moment between your friends. "Just to make sure. It's chill, right? We're chill? No... like, hate or something?" he asked, trying to appear nonchalant, yet still wanting to be confident that it's all okay and there's no problem about it. Your friends smiled with a nod.

"Sure, why the hell should it not be okay?" one of them replied simply, as if it's obvious. Yet... if for them it was okay and nothing serious, you could feel Eugene visibly relax, his grip on your hand relaxed as well as his face. Delsin got relaxed too, letting out a breathless laughter, as if sighing in relief. He nodded multiple times as if to say "yeah. Yeah, we're safe, we're okay, we're chill".

This sight made you smile with a warm feeling blooming in your chest. You felt like you dropped a very large backpack from your back. You was right. Your friends are really nice and that made you proud of having them. And also you felt like the luckiest man in the world to have Delsin and Eugene. Conduits or not, they brighten your days and you want people to accept them, to love them as much as you love them (though they better love them platonically, you won't like them having a crush on your boys, that's for sure). And now, there's a few more people in their lives that do so. "How about we meet after college and go out somewhere? My treat," you said nonchalantly, to change the subject and lighten the mood. And when everyone agreed, you thought to yourself that this will be a great day after all.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Last Week

Delsin Rowe x Male reader

Request - Delsin rowe x conduit!male reader request. It’s Christmas time and also after the events of the game (good ending and reggie is fine!!) Delsin and reader fell in love over the course of the game. And Delsin is talking about how he wishes there was more snow. So the reader goes “i got it!”

Delsin went to your apartment for movie night and just hang out. You always smile more when he is around and he does the same thing.

“I got the movie. So you definitely say ‘I saw the movie top gun” Delsin smiled.

“You are so dramatic. You should have been an actor” You said.

You told him you never saw the movie Top Gun which came out in 1986. He got the movie and it was his idea to have a movie night and you said yes.

You are making spaghetti and chicken, while Delsin is telling facts about the movie.

“Y/n, check this out,” Delsin said.

He wanted to show you a video on his phone. You stepped away from the stove and you watch the video with him, it's a funny animal video. Then the smoke comes from the kitchen and the food is burnt. The spaghetti and chicken are badly burned and you used your ability water to stop the fire

“Good thing it didn't get worse,” Delsin said.

“Yeah, but the food is badly burnt,” You said.

“Sorry, I distracted you with the video” Delsin said.

“It’s okay. Wanna have dinner at the mall? They opened a new place to eat” You said.

Delsin smiled. “Yeah, we can have dinner at the mall”

You and Delsin head to the mall, then got on the line to order the food with Delsin. Christmas music starts to play and you see him getting annoyed.

“What?” You asked.

“I'm tired of hearing this song. They have been playing it since November 1st” Delsin said.

He is talking about the song ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You’ by Mariah Carey.

“We can't escape the song,” You said and start to laugh.

He starts to laugh also. You and Delsin are liking the food and he starts to talk about why he likes Top Gun.

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Delsin went with you to buy a Christmas tree and other stuff. Back at your apartment, Delsin helped you set up the tree. Now you two start to put the decorations on it

“So... Are you going to bring a date to the party?” Delsin asked.

“I'm not sure. What about you?” You said.

“I want to ask this guy but I’m not sure if he would say yes,” Delsin said

“I think you should take a chance,” You said.

“Maybe...” Delsin said.

Earlier, you baked Christmas cookies and you take them out of the oven. But Delsin wanted the cookies now, and he didn't wait for them to cool down. He starts to eat them fast but he is burning his mouth and you're laughing.

“Slow down, I won't it take away from you” You laughed.

“I like my cookies hot” Delsin smiled.

You give him a glass of milk then you start to eat the cookie. Later, you and Delsin finish decorating the tree and the living room.

✬ ✯ ✯ ✫

Cole told Delsin why you're in the hospital and he went to see you. The window is open and you see Delsin come through the window.

“Nice entrance,” You said.

“Thanks. How are you feeling? Cole told me what happened. And I got this for you” Delsin said.

He bought you a get-well teddy bear and you think it's cute.

“Thanks. I'm a little sore but the medication is helping. I will be here for a few days,” You said.

“I did something for you. Come out here” Delsin smiled.

He helped you get out of the medical bed. He helped you get on the roof, across the hospital there is another building. He did a mural for you and he is smiling at you.

“Wow, it's amazing,” You said.

“Thanks. I thought it would cheer you up, Y/n” Delsin said.

“Saying thank you is not enough,” You said.

You and Delsin stare at each other, he leans in and you feel his lips on your lips. He starts to kiss you and he put his hand on your cheek.

“Y/n, I wanted to kiss you for so long,” Delsin said

“Me too. I always had a crush on you” You said.

“I feel the same way. Maybe... Maybe you want to be my boyfriend?” Delsin said.

You kiss him back and smiled.

“Yes, I will be your boyfriend,” You said.

“Cool,” Delsin smiled.

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You are feeling much better, you and Delsin went to see the others. You and Delsin surprised everyone when they saw you hold his hand. Delsin was proud to tell everyone that you are his boyfriend and he can't stop smiling.

Everyone goes outside to watch the snowfall.

“Finally, we get snow,” You said.

“Wish there was more snow,” Delsin said.

“I got an idea,” You said.

“What is it?” Delsin asked.

“Just watch,” You said.

He watches your eyes change colors and you made more snowfall. He starts to smile and everyone is happy with more snow.

“Y/n, this is great!” Delsin smiled.

He gave you a peck on the lips and you can't stop smiling. Now you and Delsin have a snowball fight with the others, everyone is having fun.

You watched him play with the kids, they start to chase him. Delsin fell and you start to laugh and the kids cover him in snow.

“Y/n, help they are trying to kill me!!” Delsin yelled.

The kids laugh and they keep covering him with snow. You couldn't stop laughing and you take a picture with your phone. But you did help him stand up. Later, you make a snowman with the kids and Delsin tries to make a bigger snowman than you, he is cocky about it.

Much later, Delsin goes to your apartment. He is making hot chocolate while you put extra blankets on the couch. You and Delsin want to watch a Christmas movie but haven't picked one yet. He starts to talk about he thinks Die Hard the movie is a Christmas movie. While the movie, you and Delsin started kissing each other and didn't pay attention to the movie.

[pandoradoesotherstuff]

Being in a Relationship With Delsin Rowe Would Include...

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A/N: What's that? I'm starting my bullshit with another character? Why yes, yes I am.

You can find my main Death Stranding blog at @pandora-writes-stuff

Enjoy! ❤️

[ko-fi]

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Never knowing exactly when or where the conduit would turn up. He was chaotic with a penchant for running late. But you didn't mind too much, it kept you on your toes if nothing else.

Him being able to talk his way out of almost anything. Delsin was silver tongued and quick witted, usually with an answer for everything. You'd find it annoying if he wasn't so damn funny and charming.

Worrying about him being out there fighting and putting himself in danger to save other people. You know he was very hard to damage but it was hard to loosen the knot in your stomach every time he had to to be the hero.

Calling him "Banner man" to tease him every now and again.

His scent being smokey and musky. Like a bonfire on a summer night.

Constantly finding spray paint cans in the strangest places. On top of the fridge, behind the toilet, in the middle of the laundry basket. You name it and Delsin had probably absent mindedly left one there.

Leaving you a sweet note for when you wake up if he has to leave during the night. Usually with a funny little drawing to make you smile. Sometimes crude, sometimes not.

Reggie being fond of you because he thinks you're a good influence on his brother. You hope you are, even if Delsin still does whatever he wants half the time.

Learning about the Akomish people from Betty as the conduit rolls his eyes with a smirk from behind her. As much as he pretends he finds it boring he's actually really happy to see you there getting on well with the people closest to him.

Delsin using his powers to transport you different places super fast. It was always a little disorientating but the more you do it, the more you find yourself getting used to it a little bit more each time. Although you do still shut your eyes tight every time.

His body running hotter than "normal" people. The perfect hot water bottle on cold Seattle nights.

[foxymuses]

---- also don’t think about delsin having nightmares for months following reggie’s death. 

don’t think about how reggie had a bad feeling about hank and advised delsin not to listen to him or trust him or believe anything he said. don’t think about how reggie told delsin that he couldn’t help him take down augustine just for two conduits because hundreds of innocent people were at risk and it was his duty as a cop to protect them. don’t think about reggie showing up to help anyway because he knows his behavior has been less than acceptable towards the conduits and fetch and eugene were people too and deserved help. don’t think about reggie forming the plan to get delsin and hank over to the concrete island, and don’t think about reggie stealing a rocket launcher because he knew things were gonna go wrong, and he essentially saved delsin’s hide from getting caught by augustine and kept him safe from a distance until delsin could reach him to get the concrete cuffs off. and don’t think about reggie taking the first shot to try and break the concrete off fetch and eugene to free them. and don’t think about the realization of how dangerous augustine is when the concrete surrounds reggie’s feet, nor the fear when the concrete holding fetch and eugene plummets towards him and delsin. don’t think about delsin barely grabbing reggie’s hand in time and reggie trying for a few brief seconds to get a better grip before he realizes this isn’t working. don’t think about him going to reach for his gun to break the concrete and his hand getting stuck in the concrete as it rapidly climbs its way up his body. don’t think of reggie looking up at his brother, time slowing down as delsin clings desperately to the platform, the only thing keeping them both alive, promising he can get them back up. don’t think about reggie know he can’t.

don’t think about the calm that washes over reggie because it has been his duty to protect delsin for so long that he’s been ignoring who delsin is as a person and that if he doesn’t let go, they’re both going to die, and he knows delsin doesn’t need him anymore, delsin can protect himself, delsin has found the purpose he needed in life and he’s ready to move on from reggie’s roof. don’t think about reggie knowing he’s leaving delsin family-less, but would rather that than letting delsin die with him. don’t think about reggie knowing, even as delsin says he can pull them both up, that delsin knows he can’t but god if reggie knows delsin will do everything he can to try even if it kills him. don’t think about reggie looking up his younger brother, filled with awe and regret and smiling and for the first time since delsin came of age, telling him how proud his is of who delsin is, how he’s always been proud, how he knows delsin will be strong enough to get through this without him. don’t think about the panic in delsin as he tries to hold on tighter to reggie and his grip is slipping and he can be a strong as he wants with his powers but his strength is still just human, and reggie is letting go and reggie is falling and even if he survived the impact, the concrete will drag him to the bottom of the bay and even if delsin let go and dove after him, he knows he can’t pull reggie up to the surface still covered in concrete and he doesn’t have the power to remove the concrete yet.

don’t think about delsin knowing that reggie won’t die immediately, that he’ll sink to the bottom of puget bay and he’ll drown slowly, being encased in concrete that will only lock the water in with him. don’t think about the fury and pain and satisfaction that leads delsin to strangling hank only feet from his waiting daughter, knowing blood is on his hands and not caring. don’t think about delsin killing augustine purely out of hatred for her causing reggie’s death, her lack of remorse reflected in his eyes as he encases her the same way she did reggie, drops her from an even higher height. don’t think about the hatred that fills him when the tribe rejects him because of his actions, his last connection to reggie torn apart, and don’t think about the rage that tells delsin if they won’t have him, they don’t deserve to live either. 

don’t think about delsin waking up sweating in the middle of the night hearing reggie calling for him from the water. don’t think about delsin’s powers going haywire when he sees reggie falling in his dreams, waking up to smoke filling his room, or neon burns across the walls, or video swords embedded into furniture. don’t think about fetch and eugene worried but afraid to ask, afraid to bring anything about reggie up. 

don’t think about the only thing that could have redeemed delsin dying because of him, and delsin never letting that memory go.

[cfmanymuses]

Pro tip for anyone interacting with my Delsin: He talks about Reggie a lot, which is a typical sibling thing, I think? My brother and I do it a lot. I also ignore canon, so he’s still alive. Whether he’s just a normal human or a water Conduit after concrete bitch did her thing, that depends on the thread. Either way, he lives because he deserved better.

[he-who-dwells]

Fetch: I'm like Superman. And I live with my team in Gotham City.

Delsin: Superman doesn't live in Gotham

Fetch: Then who lives in Gotham?

Eugene: Batman

Fetch: Okay, then I'm Aquaman. Where does he live?

Reggie: THE OCEAN.

Fetch:

Fetch: [muttering] I live in a house of nerds.

[he-who-dwells]

finally got around the drawing my Infamous: Second Son/Dear Evan Hansen crossover! Connor is Delsin, Evan is Eugene, Alana is Fetch, Jared is Hank, and Zoe is Reggie (with my water conduit/not actually dead Reggie headcanon)!

[phantoms-lair]

Apparently my brain was NOT done with Good Ending Water Conduit Reggie

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Survivor's Guilt was something they both had, Reggie knew. Delsin openly blamed himself for what happened at the longhouse, for the concrete spurs Augustine had struck through each member of the tribe, trying to determine what Delsin was hiding.

But how could Reggie blame Delsin? Delsin had told her the truth, tried to sacrifice himself for the tribe, but simply hadn't been believed. He'd had those same concrete daggers shoved into him, he'd just been able to recover because of his new condition. He'd tried.

Reggie, who was the new Sheriff of Salmon Bay, the one who was supposed to be keeping everyone safe, wasn't even there. He was being treated for smoke inhalation and a bruised femur. He hadn't found out until after Augustine was gone. Spent two weeks at the longhouse-turned-hospital. Listened to the doctors give their grim news.

There was a time when he feared he was going to be the last of the Akomish tribe due to the concrete growing from out their bodies messing with their blood vessels and muscles. Concrete that could only be removed the way it got in in the first place. Augustine's power, the face of the DUP herself proving why people with powers were called bio-terrorists. And Delsin wouldn't wake up.

But he had and now that situation had reversed. Delsin was the one who could only helplessly watch the concrete creep over Reggie's body, weighing them both down. Delsin could barely keep them both up, one arm clutching the ledge they dangled off of, the other holding his brother's hand. They couldn't both survive, but at least Augustine's dramatics of having the concrete slowly grow on him gave him time to say his last words, no matter how much Delsin was trying to deny they were so. He got to tell his brother he was proud of him, that he believed in him.

And then, for the first time since this started, he got to be the one who saved someone. A snap of the wrist and Delsin would not longer be weighed down, his only real regret being that he knew he'd be leaving his brother with even more survivor's guilt. And as he fell he hoped Delsin's crazy plan worked, that he could steal Augustine's power and heal the tribe. It would be hard enough on him being the last of their family. He didn't need to be the last of the Akomish as well.

Hitting the water hurt as much as he expected. It was agonizing. He could feel the concrete break apart into pieces. Pieces that were still sadly lodged in his body. But the pain was receding as the coldness of water washed over him. Was he going into shock? Probably. Nothing to do now but close his eyes and wait until he was reunited with his parents in the afterlife. He had no doubt he had a LOT of explaining to do about the past few weeks.

~

He wasn't sure what he expected of the afterlife, but he was sure it wasn't the taste of salt on his tongue or the feeling of sand in uncomfortable places. The wind was whistling by quickly and Reggie risked opening his eyes. The sight of Seattle wizzing far below him made him scream.

"Don't worry, I have you." Eugene's digitized voice, the one he used as He Who Dwells, reassured him. Oh right, he'd taken this ride before.

"You saved me?"

The giant knight-angel construct was silent. "I couldn't. By the time I broke free of the concrete, you'd already hit the water. I've had my sprite's searching for your...for you. I found you washed up on the beach."

For his body. They'd thought he was dead. Reggie couldn't help feeling a twig of gratitude at that, that Eugene had taken the time to look for his remains while everything in the city had to be hitting a boiling point. "Delsin? Where's Delsin?"

"Supposedly waiting for us at Fetch's. Honestly, knowing him, doing his best to get to us after I reported we found you alive."

As if on queue there was a burst from a nearby antenna and Delsin appeared from it, digital wings gliding towards both of them.

He almost crashed into Eugene, whooping in excitement. The Video Conduit considerately landed on a roof, since Delsin didn't have the same control over his flight he did.

Without preamble Delsin grabbed Reggie into a hug, squeezing him as tightly as he could then-

Reggie had always heard your life flashed before your eyes before you died. So why was it doing so now? Loosing his parents, trying to raise Delsin, fear for the tribe, Seattle's occupation, his own near death played before his mind. The next thing he knew he was on the ground. Trying to make sense of things.

Delsin was on the ground too, laughing and crying at the same time. Eugene had dropped his constructs and was just looking vaguely uncomfortable, like he did in most social situations.

"Delsin, what's going on?" "

You-you're..." Delsin couldn't speak, he was laughing too hard, genuine mirth mixed with grief. Reggie looked at Eugene who had no answers. The clouds answered instead, rain falling over the city as it often did. Except the rain on that rooftop fell differently, curving towards him and hitting his skin with small energy discharges. Energy discharges that felt soothing rather than burning.

"You're a Conduit." Delsin finally got out. "A water Conduit."

He was a Conduit. It didn't seem real. But he couldn't deny that he could feel the rain around him and that despite nearly drowning he found himself craving the water like a man who'd been trapped in the desert. And he found he couldn't blame Delsin anymore for trying to feed his powers when he first got them. At the time Reggie thought he was making the problem worse, but now he understood. It wasn't about becoming more powerful, it was something his body had needed. And he thought of all those Conduits in Curden Cay who were completely cut off from their element and wanted to scream on their behalf.

"I guess water's fitting." He said wryly, trying to stave off any internal panic and identity crises until he was alone. "Put out all the fire from your smoke and embers."

Delsin's demeanor shifted. "Yeah, honestly I've been leaning more into neon and video. More bright, you know? And once I get a good jumpstart from a core relay, I have water now too." He grinned, though it wasn't reaching his eyes.

But that didn't make sense. Smoke was Delsin's go to. It was the power he'd had the longest. He loved turning to smoke and letting vent fans propel him in the air. So why... "Delsin, did you stop using your Smoke because of Hank?"

There was no hiding the flare of rage in Delsin's eyes, the rage that had at one time scared Reggie. Eugene's pupil's shrunk to pinpricks too. It didn't make sense to Reggie. Like on one hand yes, Hank's actions had led to what they thought was Reggie's death and Reggie absolutely would hate anyone who got Delsin killed with the burning passion of a thousand suns. But why would Eugene be just as furious? He barely knew Reggie.

"I don't want any part of the fucking traitor," Delsin spat out and oh.

Reggie had never liked Hank. He was a serial criminal and prison escape artist. Quite possible the one person in Curden Cay who deserved to be locked up. Delsin and the others, though... With so much of Seattle taking an us-against-them stance in the sides of human and Conduit, all most Conduit's had were each other. The other three may not have especially trusted Hank as a person, but at least trusted him to be on their side against the DUPS. Him choosing to betray them to Augustine was unforgivable, even without factoring in his 'death'.

"I said it before, Conduits are people. And sometimes people are shit. And Hank? He was shit long before he was a Conduit. I had to get one right, at least." Reggie said wryly. "But that's not Hank's smoke anymore. It's the smoke you used to save Betty at the cannery."

"Fat lot of good that did." Delsin griped, but Reggie grabbed his arm.

"She has a chance now, one she didn't have before. You're going to steal Austine's powers and heal her, right?"

"Right." Delsin sounded a little more sure of himself.

"And I wouldn't want my little brother to go in to fight the big bad concrete queen with a lack of power."

Delsin laughed at hearing the words he'd used to convince Reggie to let him power up at the beginning thrown back at him. "Fine, I get it. Whatever it takes and fuck Hank." Delsin reached for the smoke coming out of the vent on the roof, but nothing happened.

"We're going to need more core relays." Eugene adjusted his glasses. "At least one to get Delsin's powers back online."

"And a second to recharge him after he gets Augustine's power. " Reggie reminded them. "I'll see what I can find. When's this going down?"

Because there was no way Delsin was going to let her 'killing' Reggie go unanswered.

"Tonight."

Well that didn't give them a whole lot of time. "Where's Fetch?"

At this Delsin was back to looking uncomfortable. "I think she needs some space. I got my big brother back-"

And Fetch didn't. Like Delsin Fetch's only family was her older brother. And unlike Reggie, Brent Walker had stayed dead. The 50% of DNA they shared hadn't included the Conduit gene. Like Hank, Reggie hadn't originally trusted Fetch due to her drug abuse history. But right now he'd give almost anything to be able to hand her her brother back.

"I'll try to find us a relay core. I know she's going through a rough time, but I also know she'd probably love to vent that rough time on some DUPs"

"I'll go talk to her, I'm probably less of a sore point." Eugene bravely offered.

"I'll send you the coordinates of what I find." Reggie promised.

"Gonna find us a relay core. Planning on powering up too?" Delsin teased.

"Hardly. I had no idea what my powers are beside 'absorb water' and 'survive long drops into the ocean'" Reggie said dryly. "I'm going to be more useful with my gun than powers. Power improvements go to you and others who might actually use them."

"Just saying." Delsin laughed.

[tia-heights]

Back Home

Desmond Miles (Assassins Creed) x Delsin Rowe (Infamous Second Son) (Warning: English is not my first language) ~~~~ Delsin nearly tumbled into the couch when he looked for Desmond in the make-shift kitchen of the longhouse. He was so exhausted. “You’re already at the couch. Sit down.” Normally Delsin would have argued but his limbs and head were heavy, so he unceremonially plopped down into the cushion. The contours of his boyfriend’s back swam in and out of sharpness. A small smile came to his lips. Never thought he would get a boyfriend out of this mess – especially not someone badass like Desmond. With a small clank Desmond put the pan aside before turning around. “Hungry?”, he asked. Any other day Delsin would have loved the smell of Desmond’s self-made meals but today he wanted to puke at it. He shook his head. Desmond nodded, turned the stove off and fished a soda out of the mini fridge. “Can’t you make me one of your famous cocktails?”, Delsin half-joked. Desmond sat beside him, pressing the soda can into his hand. “Not going to serve drinks to boyfriends who just exhausted themselves with conduit powers”, he softly scolded. “Worth a try.” Delsin gave a half-smile. His hands shook when he opened the soda can. It had grown quiet in the longhouse around them. Most people were up and running again after Delsin had removed the concrete from their bones. Hospital beds had been moved back to their original place. This little kitchen was now tucked away in a corner with a few meters empty space between it and the next make-shift room. It was isolated. “Rest, Delsin.” Desmond’s fingers carefully treated along Delsin’s neck. “There are still some people I need to help”, Desmond protested, but it was a weak one. He was so tired. He didn’t understand it. In Seattle he had used his powers much more than today in the longhouse… “They will understand that you need sleep, too. They know you are still human.” Delsin looked at his boyfriend; the dark hair, the distinctive nose and jaw, the scar at his mouth. Said mouth was curved in a smile Delsin knew very well by now – a sliver of home and love, a warm and cozy blanket put around his mind. He sighed, all tension suddenly leaving his body. He couldn’t even tell Desmond how much he hated him and his smile for that. By the soft chuckle, Desmond already knew. “Lay down for a bit. I’m not going anywhere.” With a groan Delsin put the soda can down before indeed laying down. His head found place in Desmond’s lap, face against his stomach. He didn’t want to see anything from the longhouse, anything that reminded him of the lives lost because of him, the pain, Reggie… Delsin’s attempt not to cry at the thought of his brother came out as a broken hiccup.  His chest tucked painfully, the sinking cold feeling coming back. Desmond shifted a little, then his hoodie landed over Delsin’s body. There wasn’t the usual teasing or protest from Delsin and yeah, maybe he needed a break for a minute. Desmond’s smell and warmth was all around him, a protective and save barrier between him and the world. Desmond had taken out a D.U.P. control point without anyone noticing, he would be able to kill anything coming to disturb Delsin. Nifty fingers slid under Desin’s beanie, massaging his scalp. Delsin closed his eyes, unable to resist any longer. This, he never wanted this to end. He longed for a day where this would be the only thing on his mind – being with Desmond, comfortable with his need for comfort. Now, there still were pictures in his head, disturbing any peaceful thought. Betsy and the other Akomish pinned with concrete; pictures of cells and experiments that weren’t his to remember; Augustine’s cold, satisfied face whenever she managed to hurt him; Reggie hanging over the deep water with concrete at his feet and Delsin unable to do anything and… Desmond’s thumb stroke soothingly behind his ear, his boyfriend clearly sensing his distress. “It will take time, Delsin. Let it. Supressing it will make it worse.” There was something about the way Desmond talked that Delsin had never figured out. Sentences like this should sound flat as they do from most people. But not from Desmond. He sounded old like he had already lived four lives and more. It never seemed to quite fit with his usual snarky, for-fucks-sake attitude. With his own quest Delsin had never stopped to ask about all the curious things of one Desmond Miles – not the killing ability, not the black arm… All that had made Reggie wary about the bartender, had made Delsin feel safe. “Will not”, Delsin promised, muffled against Desmond’s shirt. “You’re doing something for Reggie?” “There’s a big advertisement with his face on it…” “I think he will appreciate it this time”, Desmond giggled. The thought brought tears to Delsin’s eyes. “If you need help…” Now it was Delsin’s turn to snicker at the quite pressing tone in Desmond’s voice. “You just don’t want to be alone with Betsy again.” “Nooooo?” “Des, I told you, she already likes you. She’s just messing with you for good measure.” “Still. I am not entirely convinced she will not use the stapler against me…or curse me.” “You are stereotyping”, Delsin accused jokingly at Desmond’s believes. “Oh, believe me, this is very serious. I don’t need to deal with Gods again. Had enough for a multitude of lives.” Tired Delsin shifted. “So, you’re gonna tell me about your arm and all that? Still curious why you are deadlier than me.” There was a brief moment of silence, then: “Do what you need to do now, Del. And when you healed enough, we can go into that territory.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “Wow, we are finally doing it, ha?” Desmond laughed at that and happiness bubbled in Delsin’s chest. His mind grew heavier with every second. “I warn you. Nothing happens in this place. Ready to bore yourself to death?” “I have you as a boyfriend. I don’t think boring will be on the agenda. And even if, I am so ready for it.” Delsin smiled. “You’re the best”, he slurred. “Never leave.” “You, too”, he heard before finally sinking into the blackness of sleep. He didn’t registered the rest of Desmond’s whispered words. “ I will not leave. Minerva knows better than to break her promise.” ”

~~~~ I wanted Desmond to have the chance of a calm, normal life, so there was a promise made by Minerva to ensure that. But he met Delsin so...goodbye calm life xD

[followingthecreed-blog]

Delsin Rowe x Reader Headcanons

Delsin Rowe loves to hold your hand. He absolutely loves it. Whether it be a walk down to the end of the boardwalk to see how the moonlight shines over the water while telling jokes, whether it be a quick stop for a slice of pizza after you’ve had a long day at work and he wanted to treat you, or whether it be running away from the police after they’ve caught him doing his latest tag and the thrill of the chase if making you both giggle; he loves to feel your smaller hand laced through his own.

His nonchalant nature can sometimes be the cause of your exasperation. He is marvelously determined but in his determination he places himself in dangerous situations. You understand his desire to help his people completely. What Augustine had done to the Akomish was horrendous. But that did not calm your nerves. Delsin faced the DUP with not only his incredible powers but with his unwavering confidence. You had once seen the fighting take place from a small sandwich shop where you had been eating lunch with a co-worker friend of yours. You will never forget how your heart tightened in your throat as you saw how persistent the DUPs were when trying to shoot down your boyfriend. The bullets flew so close, sometimes even hitting him. You had watched him take the smoke from the destroyed cars to refuel after the battle was done and you could not stop yourself as you ran to reach him.

“Del, are you okay? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Stop smiling, you idiot, and answer me!”

His chuckle was deep as his amusement with how you worried over him grew and he displayed his gorgeous boy-ish smile for you, which you would normally swoon over, but one that was not helping at all.

“Didn’t you see how I took down those DUPs? I’m fine! I’m unstoppable! We own the streets!”

Delsin Rowe always has the best ideas for dates. It was hard for you to try to one up the “power sponge” when he always had the best places to take you.

“Okay, I got this whole thing figured out. We hit the town, then maybe swing by the Space Needle – it’s much nicer now that it isn’t stuck in that DUP web - and then we get some burgers because I’m hungry aaaaand I want a burger.”

He had taken you to the stop of the Space Needle as one of your first dates when your relationship had started and the two of you ate (favorite fast food) while fighting the rough winds and watching the movement of the city down below. Another time some local artists had organized a small concert and Delsin used his abilities to get you both up to the roof of the nearest building, giving the both of you the best advantage point possible and ensuring you both enjoyed the music more than anyone else. Another example would also be the time he covered a section of the brick wall in the park closest to the water in cardboard and didn’t give you any instructions; he just encouraged you to do as you wished with the paint he had gathered. That afternoon had been unforgettable.

He would disagree. He always claimed that your videogame dates and your Netflix binge watching dates were his favorite.

“You’re like Ghost Rider.”

“Because of the hellfire chain?”

“Because of the hellfire chain.”

There are certain paths that you choose to take to work depending on traffic and weather. If you had woken up early that day and the weather permitted it, you often took the scenic route through the market place and the park while other times you took the fastest absolute route (sometimes meaning the days where Delsin decided he wasn’t tired and that the two of you should watch all nine seasons of The Office again). Your Smoketastic Man knew these travel paths and would sometimes leave little tags of adorable little things that would totally make your day while seeing them. To name a few, Delsin had created a small penguin looking up to a balloon that was flying away, he had done a dancing sunflower, sometimes he would leave behind a little inside joke, while one time he had tagged the silhouette of a couple that looked suspiciously like the both of you.

Underneath the sarcastic comments and his layered clothing was a soft heart that truly treasured his relationships; whether it be the one he had with you, his friendship with Fetch and Eugene, the love he had for Betty or the strong bond he shares with his older brother, Reggie. He cares deeply about the people he loves and that has to be one of the traits that you like the most about him.

Delsin Rowe is the world’s biggest show off. There was a point in your relationship where you entertained the idea, only briefly, that he was trying to find the core relays just so that he could show off his new powers to you and Reggie.

“See, I can do this now.” He would say with excited eyes and a matching smile as he looked towards you after he showcased his new ability. “Cool, isn’t it?”

“You’re Mr. Cool now,” you commented which made him clap, startling Reggie who turned to look at his younger brother.

“See? They do call me Mr. Cool.”

One time, while Delsin had gone to get a few groceries that you needed for taco night, curiosity had gotten the better of you. It was a short trip to the bodega below your apartment and Delsin, who had been relaxing in his pajamas like you were doing, decided to just go down in what he was wearing; which meant he left his vest…and his beanie. You just wanted to wear them to see what it was like! That’s all you wanted to do…and so you did…and he walked back inside to find you wearing his clothes. You had been so embarrassed while he found it to be extremely cute. It was one of his favorite memories; your adorable blushing face as you quickly took off his beanie and pretended like nothing had happened. You’re always going to remember his laugh and the “Babe, your fashion sense is amazing.”

He made you call the DUP to report the vandalized billboards for him.

Operator: Hi, you have reached the D.U.P help line, do you have a bio-terrorist incident to report?

You: Oh my God! It’s an extremely handsome bio-terrorist! He’s vandalizing one of your billboards!

Operator: Strange, second time a billboard has been vandalized recently, we are sending D.U.P troops immediately.

You: *hangs up*

Delsin: Extremely handsome, huh?

You: Shut it.

One thing that Delsin loved was how well you got along with Abigail and Eugene. You loved to play videogames with Eugene (he almost fainted when Delsin introduced you to him because he had never expected someone as beautiful as you to know so much about Heaven’s Hellfire like you did; he didn’t mean to stereotype you but he wasn’t the best with people. The two of you got along extremely well afterwards; you understood how it was like to want to flee from reality and enter a world of fantasy) and you absolutely loved going shopping with Abigail. That girl had a great taste in clothing and you both made it a tradition to go shopping frequently, even if it was only to window shop.

Delsin loves your name. He really does think it’s awesome. He had sketched it out for you once in a little piece of paper and gave it to you. He didn’t think anything of it and he didn’t know how much you treasured that little piece of paper.

“My boyfriend is a power sponge, one of his friends can control neon while the other one can control video, and I work in an office.” You said once as you looked out the window and noticed some teens walking around with t-shirts inspired by the beloved conduits.

Reggie, who had been eating a slice of pizza from the box that you had ordered, nodded in understanding. Both of you admired Delsin and the rest of the conduits in your own little ways though you both understood the responsibility that came with those powers.

“You’re in that list too, Reggie. You think I forgot?” You smirked. “I am a bio-terrorist! I eat children! And kittens!”

“…” Reggie held the pizza in front of his face but didn’t take a bite. He looked at it as if he wanted to forget that whole endeavor and like he hated that you brought it up. “I’m eating all of your pizza.”

“You do that and I’m calling the D.U.P.”

You also try to distract Eugene while you are both playing to gain the upper hand because you can hold your own against him but Eugene was a legend.

“Hey, Eugene, did you know that in 1944 in an experiment conducted in Russia, they found that 90% of the people did not agree with the other 10%.”

“You’re not going to distract me.”

Delsin is a casual cuddler (he throws an arm over your shoulder as you’re watching TV) when he is awake but he is a super cuddler (he wraps his arm around you and doesn’t let go) when he is asleep. This is the truth.

Delsin likes to knock on your window at night and ask you to join him on the fire escape. It’s often times like these, when it’s just the two of you enjoying each other’s presence that he really lets you know how he feels and what he thinks. Whether it be his insecurities, his fears, what he feels for you, or just what he wishes to accomplish, he lets you know during times like these. You do the same as well.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Did you just Han Solo, me, Rowe?”

“Yes.”

[silurisanguine]

Oh my heart. These two! Such great images of the two of them, really captures their relationship. My headcanon is after Delsin returns to the Akomish there is a scene where we focus on the pier and a waterlike shape comes out of the river, forming back into Reggie, whose been activated as a water conduit by his near death experience. If Delsin has the gene, why not his brother? and taking the idea further,........ Both their parents are dead and whose to say they didn’t die 7 years prior, when ......many conduits and those with the gene all died due to the RFI being set off?....

I love them sm

[6rookie-writer0110]

Wouls you be willing to do a Delsin Rowe (from infamous second son) x male Conduit reader (ice/water) where Delsin and him have been dating for a while and Delsin brings him home to meet reggie and betty?

I can write it. I thought about writing for him before

[neon-mooni]

So I’m writing an au fanfic where Reggie is a water conduit

And all I can imagine is Delsin’s smoke turning into steam anytime Reggie is in close proximity to Delsin.