#delsin answers

[strange-ghoul]

♆(`꒳´ # )↝ 【You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.】

Who are you anon?? I want to kiss you. Is that too forward???

[pigeonneaux]

Did you know that. They. When th when when theym

[teecupangel]

Desmond in inFAMOUS (preferably second son) sounds like it would potentially be funny. He survives the solar flare and now he can suddenly shoot lasers out of his hands. Is this more isu bullshit?! (I personally think I’d be ironic if he was a sunlight conduit, because “throw my near death experience in my face why doncha?!”)

(also I hope ur surgery goes well. Don’t forget 2 take it easy!)

If you really want to throw Desmond’s near death experience right to his face, making him a conduit directly connected to the sun would be fun.

For example, his main conduit power manifests like a spherical blast similar to the waveblast of an Apple but with the intense heat of the sun.

To be more exact, he can blast out small bursts of solar flares.

That would definitely make Desmond think that the Isus were definitely screwing with him once more.

Plus, to make this stranger, all the Conduits are humans with higher than normal Isu to humans DNA ratio and Desmond’s special even in this sense because Delsin can’t absorb his powers.

This would make Delsin be both curious and a bit wary of him while Desmond is just going to chalk that up to being the Isu’s favorite chew human (not a good toy).

Maybe the activation of Conduits in this setup would be due to Desmond saving the world from the Solar Flare and the real reason why Delsin can’t absorb Desmond’s Solar powers?

Because Desmond isn’t actually a Conduit.

Not the same way everybody is anyway.

Desmond’s body couldn’t handle the activation of the device and his body changed to try and absorb the power instead of being damaged beyond repairs.

In the end, this manifested in a power similar to a Conduit but not the same thing.

The Conduits naturally awakened but Desmond?

Desmond was artificially changed by Isu tech to save him.

[darling-i-read-it]

ive probably asked this before but HAVE WE HAD THE DELSIN ROWE TALK YET?????!!!!!

Not NEARLY enough because GOOD LORD.

[miralyk]

i know you're leaning more into supernatural mythical designs now, but how do living people like elijah, delsin, or aiden factor in your au?

okay this is kinda mean to joke about kjsdhfgjksdf, real answer under the cut though in case people don't want to hear me ramble

jokes aside, elijah, delsin, and aiden are fine if i were gonna draw them for the ghosts in the machine ""au"" too, just simply not drawn as angels, demons, spirits, etc! like any other "blorbo acting as an impromptu art muse", they'd be the same thing as my previous doodles of alex and desmond crawling out of my screen before i started to toy w drawing supernatural/spiritual details on them.

i just,, haven't really thought of a good way to include them in my current doodlings since My current art muses atm (and thus who i draw in the "artist haunted by her ""art muses""" shenanigans) are primarily desmond, alex, and sometimes the ac brotherhood/desmond's ancestors barging in to fight for my attention/hyperfixation too...! if i were hyperfixated and drawing the others though, i like the idea of elijah and desmond being modern menaces to the brotherhood (Especially giving them shit for not acknowledging elijah beyond the comics), delsin can karma-switch back and forth Acting like an angel/devil (depending on how he feels/acts in the moment) to play off of or annoy des and alex, and aiden,,,, aiden's still just an old man fighting over the remote w me, idk lmao

[yukiyee-akian]

I don't know what the name of that group that the fans made with Alex Mercer from Prototype, Desmond Miles from Assassin's Creed, Delsin Rowe from Infamous Second Son and Aiden from Watch Dogs BUT I NEED TO KNOW MORE,I NEED MORE DAMN AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

I LOVE THEM THEY LOOK LIKE THE GROUP WHICH IS MADE UP OF THE EMO, THE SCHIZOPHRENIC, THE INTELLIGENT AND THE DUMB AAAAAAAA WHAT'S THEIR NAME? HOW CAN I SEARCH FOR IT ONLINE? I NEED ANSWERS

[gladii0lus]

Gladiiolus' Infamous: Second Son Giveaway! :))

Hello everyone! I'm excited to announce my first ever giveaway! This giveaway you can win a Delsin Rowe acrylic stand that I custom made! :)) But that’s not all, this giveaway will consist of two other prizes :)

This giveaway will be kind of like a DTIYS but instead of a set drawing that I show y'all and y'all draw it, I thought it’ll be more fun if y’all chose your creatives and what y’all wanna do! Here is how you can enter!

Prizes: 1st Place: Acrylic stand of Delsin Rowe! 2nd Place: Half Body/Bust shot drawing of a character of your choosing (simple rendering) 3rd Place: Headshot drawing of a character of your choosing (simple rendering)

Eligibility:

Open to anyone and everyone!

How to Enter:

Drawing Entry: You can either create a drawing of my OC, Sam :) either by herself, with your OC, or with Delsin ;) IF you need a reference you can use my art and draw in your style ! Though different poses are encouraged! Any type of drawing can work (sketch, rendered, digital, traditional, etc.)

Writing Entry: You can write a short story featuring Sam and Delsin or Sam and your own character. Let your imagination run wild! IF you do write something with Sam and Delsin, they got that enemies to lovers vibe ;) Or you can write them post enemies to lovers!

Edit Entry: You can submit an edit of Delsin! If you make it with the song “Lights Down Low - edit audio/instrumental” I will love you forever.

Another Creative Form Entry: This is another creative form that you can choose to submit! Like jewelry, clay or etc! As long as the theme is Sam or Delsin! :)

Bonus entry:

Follow me on Instagram (peachiibub) for an additional entry and msg me there!

Timeline:

Start Date: August 6th, 2024 (12:00 PM Pacific Standard Time (PST))

End Date: September 17th, 2024 (12:00 PM Pacific Standard Time (PST))

Requirements:

All drawings and writings must feature my OC, Sam. If you choose to make an edit it must be of Delsin Rowe.

Submit your entries by sending it to me personally through here on Tumblr or Discord! If you post it on tumblr please tag me! :)

Winner Selection:

The winner will be selected by me :) for creativity and effort!

The winner will be notified via DMs on discord or tumblr!

On the bottom are the examples of the acrylic stand it's self and as well as who Sam is if you don't already know her! :))

PLEASE let me know if ya'll have any questions! My DMs are open and I will be happy to answer any questions y'all have!

My Discord is breadshibas! If you can't contact me via discord please contact me through Tumblr DMs or Instagram!

Reblogs/reposts are appreciated! Thank you everyone and I hope ya’ll join this giveaway :’))

[snapscube]

what's your favorite infamous game? can't remember if you've answered this before or not -w-

definitely infamous 2! there are some bits and pieces about it that don't hold up as well as i remembered as a kid but i think it was still a nearly perfect balance of gameplay evolution vs progression of the story. it's such a satisfying ending for cole. second son i think does a lot to improve the traversal and the gameplay loop but it really falters on story, and i also think the idea of delsin being a power sponge was a misstep, especially since they never have the chance to do a whole lot with it.

[pandoradoesotherstuff]

NSFW Alphabet feat Delsin Rowe

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A/N: Well well well, what do we have here? Another fic I started months ago and forgot about?? 😅😅😅😅

But it is at last done, hooray!

Enjoy. 😘❤️

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Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

It depends on the nature of your relationship. If you're someone he deeply cares for, then he's going to make sure he takes care of you in every way possible, and that includes aftercare. Gently washing you over with a damp cloth, bringing you some water and snacks. However, if this was a quick fling, then he'd more than likely be gone before you even woke up. 

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

His hands, have you seen what he can do with his hands? And I doesn't just mean his conduit powers. Delsin is a rather simple man and loves nothing more than to watch you walk away. The curve of your ass is simply sinful. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Delsin loves the taste of you. It's his favourite thing in the whole world. He loves nothing more than to settle between your thighs and make you come undone with nothing but his mouth. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Delsin gets ridiculously turned on by being bound by his own chain. The way you wrap it around his other wrist and lock them with a padlock gets him going in a way he didn't know possible. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

Delsin's had a few fleeting love affairs throughout the years, but he's not quite as promiscuous as he makes himself out to be. 

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying):

Reverse cowgirl. You get to fuck him however you want and he gets to watch himself enter you over and over and over again.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Delsin is generally pretty goofy at the best of times, and sure, he quite often makes an ill-timed joke during more intimate moments. But when you both really get into it, he's 100% focused on the moment. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

We all know he doesn't bother much with his actual hair, forever having a beanie glued to his head, but as for "down below," he doesn't have any hair at all. Preferring to shave it all.

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Delsin can naturally be goofy. It's part of his personality, so you have to expect a dumb joke every now and again. But he is always very serious about making sure you enjoy yourself as much as possible. Completely lost in the feel and taste of you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He loves jerking off over your body. It's his ultimate canvas and his fluids, the paint. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Anything that he can paint on your skin with. Stretched out and bare before him, his fingers trailing the edible body paint over your skin, creating a masterpiece. Just. For. Him. 

L = Location (favourite places to do the do):

On top of the ruins of the Seattle tower. It's quiet and private, with a great view of the city. Also, what better place to secretly stick it to the DUP?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

The obvious answer is you. But more specifically, when you're being rebellious. Spray paint can in hand, giggling to yourself as you spray your latest design. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

Hurting you on purpose. Delsin has already seen so much death and destruction. Needless violence. He might lightly bite you from time to time, a playful slap on the ass here and there, but he won't go further than that. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

As much as he loves the taste of you on his tongue, there is nothing sexier to him than you on your knees with your lips wrapped him. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Delsin has a lot of energy. His blood runs hot, so he tends to be fast and passionate. But that doesn't mean he can't take it slow and sensual when the occasion calls for it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He is all for quickies! Delsin loves every inch of you and will use any excuse to be all over you. In an alleyway, on the rooftops, concert bathrooms... anywhere anytime.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

He's a vigilante conduit. Of course, he likes to take risks every now and again. Quickies near a DUP checkpoint are his personal favourite.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

Delsin takes good care of himself physically, and with his extra strength from being a conduit, he can definitely go a lot longer than the average man. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He's not so much into toys, but he definitely loves to use his wrist chain on your own wrists. Holding you down below him, spread out and waiting. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Delsin loves LOVES to tease. Whether it be his fingers creeping up under your clothing, whispering spicy comments in your ear as you're trying to ignore him or he'll "innocently" nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Delsin is surprisingly quiet when it comes to moans. He'll grunt and pant, harshly gasp your name as he gets close. Whisper all the filthy things he wants to do to you in your ear. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

His hair is a particularly sensitive area for him. It drives him crazy even if you're just innocently playing with the silky strands. He can't help but whimper as you playfully tug on it. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Lean muscle, caloused fingers, and maybe a couple of hidden tattoos under all those layers.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Delsin has a pretty high sex drive. Even just being in your presence makes it hard for him to keep his hands off of you. There's something about you that just draws him in. Your scent, your voice, your soft supple skin, the feel of your body heat next to him. He can never get enough. .

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

It takes Delsin a while to fall asleep afterwards. Too caught up in gazing at your beautiful/handsome features. Fingers gently stroking down your cheeks as you sleep peacefully in his arms. 

[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.

[infamoussparks]

Chapter 3: Missing Pieces

Approx. 5,050 words; 30 minute read. Thanks to @rogueshadeaux for the new line spacer! TRIGGER WARNING: Miscarriage, missing persons/kidnapping, death.

A silence fell between the three conduits as they digested the information and started trying to comprehend what this all meant for them. It felt heavy, nothing like the fast and furious nature of the past when taking down Augustine and exposing the D.U.P.. This felt like something else entirely. Delsin started to pace the room, Eugene sat back in the desk chair and closed his eyes, Fetch went to the window and leaned her forehead against the cool glass panes. This was simply a lot.

“So, you don’t have telepathy?” Eugene was perched against the edge of the desk, his question one of true curiosity and intrigue, directed at Doctor Rosaline Hutch who was now sharing the couch with Caly. Caly was soundly sleeping and stretched out across two cushions.

Delsin, Fetch and Eugene had all taken turns being in the office and hearing various parts of the story from Rosaline and Fetch. The school was still in session and classes still had to be taught, so the self-proclaimed Heroes rotated out and in as the day moved along.

Rosaline’s phone rang before she could respond to Eugene and she answered after signaling to him to hold that thought, “Rosaline speaking… oh, hi Dianne. … No, it was just a strange lockdown situation, I’m not sure what happened to trigger it. … Yes, I’m fine. The hospital is fine, just dealing with a handful of reporters as you know. … Of course, see you on Saturday.” She hung up and blew out a soft breath before turning her attention back to Eugene.

“That was just a friend I met in yoga class. And no, my power is not telepathy, I just have expanded my power to be able to act as such. My power is magnification on a cellular level. It’s how I can identify diseases and gene defects in humans. You mentioned that you read my paper?”

Eugene blinked in surprise, “Yes, actually. Magnification… what an unusual ability. But that leads itself well to identifying conduit genes, so now your paper makes even more sense.”

“It’s my secret. We can find markers in DNA but of course it takes a lot of time and money–resources most hospitals and patients do not have. So, I take it upon myself to… speed that up, if you will.” Rosaline glances over at Caly before returning her gaze to Eugene. He nods quietly in contemplation.

“Then… your telepathy is just a magnification of, what?”

<My own thoughts, directed at a target. If anyone touches you right now, they could hear me as well.> Rosaline stayed nearly motionless and her eyes seemed to become a brighter hazel in color as her voice echoed within Eugenes’ mind. He raised his eyebrows over the rim of his glasses, looking impressed.

Rosaline shook her head slightly as if answering a silent question, “I can’t hear your thoughts, at least not yet. I haven’t had time to really focus on expanding my repertoire with my line of work.”

“Ah, I see. Well, I’m sure Delsin and Fetch would welcome you here anytime and could help you to really push your limits, if you’d like.” As if on cue, Fetch and Delsin entered the office together, looking equally strained as if walking on glass with one another.

Fetch peeked over the couch, “Caly is still asleep?” 

“Yes. She was really exhausted when I found her, too. I think she must have been on the run for a while before finding herself in the hospital.” Rosaline reached out and gently ran her fingers through Caly’s platinum blonde curls. The girl hardly moved.

Delsin cleared his throat, “What did you say the uniforms were looking for? Experiments?”

“Projects 41 and 42. Which the more I think about it could be code for her mother and Caly herself. 42 is the ‘Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything’, right? And I know Caly is a conduit.”

Delsin choked on his abrupt laughter, “A conduit? She’s 4-years–”

Rosaline immediately cut him off, “She has an active gene, Mr. Rowe. I can confirm that much. She’s the youngest active conduit I have ever seen.”

“Okay, okay,” Delsin raised his hands in apology and shrugged before dropping into the chair behind the desk, “What is our plan now?”

“I’ll research what I can on this group of soldiers with the owl logo, and see if I can’t crack whatever Project 41 and 42 is code for.” Eugene spun the laptop his way and immediately started typing.

Fetch was studying Caly’s face while she slept, “Who’s watching the kid?”

“I was hoping you would do it. I can’t take her back to the hospital with me… it’s far too dangerous right now. And if she is who those soldiers are looking for, once they find out she is at the hospital they may not return as pacifists.” Rosaline glanced between Fetch and Delsin. Fetch looked up at Delsin and they shared a silent moment.

“We have a school to run, but I can think of two of our students who could make for excellent babysitters… if you’re okay with that, Rosaline?” Fetch asked the doctor quietly while Delsin checked his phone briefly.

Rosaline weighed her options in silence and then nodded, “If you trust them, I’d be okay with that. Caly is bound to be safer here than with just me for right now. Could I meet them before I leave and head back to work?”

“Check the dorms. Break time for both of them.” Delsin stated before dropping his phone onto the desk.

“On it. Back in a neon flash!” Fetch smiled at Rosaline and then left the office in a bright streak of fuchsia that faded slowly as she disappeared down the hall.

With Fetch out of the room, Eugene spoke without looking away from the computer screen before him, “Talk to her privately when you can. I’m not asking.”

Delsin sighed exasperatedly and ran his hands down his face, “Yeah, yeah. I will.” He shook off the momentary frustration and turned his attention back to their guest, “Rosaline, do you need anything from us? Extra protection?”

“That would bring too much attention, I think. I’ll be fine on my own. I know how to reach you.”

“You do… here. Please take this. I know you know it’s our emblem, but it’s also an automatic in for our doors on the building. They’ll unlock if you get close enough and have this with you.” Delsin pulled an emblem pin from a drawer and tossed it toward Rosaline. Rosaline caught it carefully and examined it before dropping it into her doctor coat pocket.

Fetch returned, sans neon, “Hey, so Luke was out working his shift at Latte Owl, but I found Benji. Come on in,” Fetch motioned inside the office and Benji walked in slowly as though he was in trouble with the principles. He was somewhere between Fetch and Delsin in height with dark skin and freckles splattered across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He was dressed in dark jeans with no rips in sight and a prussian blue hoodie.

Fetch ran introductions, “Doctor Hutch, meet Benji Duncan. Benji, meet Doctor Rosaline Hutch,” Benji’s brown eyes scanned the faces in the room before him quickly, then he seemed to relax a bit.

“Uh… hi everyone.” Benji had a voice that was soft and soothing and Rosaline stood up to greet him over the back of the couch. She reached out to shake his hand and he obliged.

“Benji, nice to meet you. Please call me Rosaline. And this…” She motioned to him to lean over the couch, “... is Caly. Please take good care of her until I can return from work later tonight.”

Benji seemed surprised at the sight of Caly, but he simply nodded and straightened up a bit before looking at Rosaline, “Mission accepted, Rosaline.”

“I can already tell you’ll do great with her.” Rosaline dropped Benji’s handshake and seemed satisfied at the yellow aura only she could see. She turned to the room and checked her pockets for her phone, badge and borrowed emblem, “Thank you, all of you. I’ll be in touch.”

After Rosaline left, Benji asked what he should do with Caly and Fetch suggested keeping her in his room for now. He wasn’t too sure about that but with a little encouragement, he decided that was best–he could play video games until she woke up. Fetch gently scooped Caly off the couch and carried her to Benji’s room, the motion giving Delsin pause as he watched her carry the child out of the office. 

“Delsin…” Eugene hummed.

“Fff–I know, man. I’ll talk to her. I promise. I just need to figure out what to say.”

“The truth. You’ve got to be honest with Fetch.”

“Okay, yeah I know. I will be,” Delsin stood and stretched, looking out the window behind the desk as the sun was sliding lower in the sky. Shadows below stretched more and more with each passing minute. Sometimes it felt like he was an elastic band being slowly stretched out until he’d meet his breaking point.

Eugene suddenly closed the laptop and unplugged the power cable, wrapping it around itself into a loose coil, “I’ll take this work and go downstairs. Good luck.” And he was gone before Delsin could stop him.

The office felt suddenly heavy with silence and Delsin closed his eyes trying to piece together what he should and shouldn’t say when Fetch walked through that door. His mind was useless at times like these–he couldn’t plan any words because he was sure Fetch would shift the conversation in ways he wasn’t predicting. Frustrated with himself, he grumbled under his breath just as Fetch entered the office and closed the door behind her. No more time for wondering, now it was time for conversation.

“I think Rosaline will be ok for now. But in the future she may need backup. Who do you think is suited for that?” Fetch plopped down on the couch, flinging her legs over the armrest and leaning into the corner.

Delsin blinked at her, already thrown off his guard, “I… I don’t know yet? Listen, Fetch. We need to talk.”

Those words set the hairs at the back of her neck alight and Fetch immediately tensed up, pulling her attention to her fingernails instead of leaving them on Delsin. Anywhere seemed better than looking at him right now, “Look, I already apologized for going in without waiting on backup. What else do you want?”

“It’s not that…” Delsin sighed, fighting to find the words and finding it hard to look at Fetch directly, “I just… when you were with Caly you looked…” Delsin paused, grasping for the right words, “You were glowing. You’d make an amazing mother.”

Fetch immediately shifted to be sitting forward, elbows leaning heavily on her knees, eyes on the floor. Her voice was quiet, “I don’t want to be a mother, okay?”

Delsin risked a glance at her now, walking cautiously from behind the desk to stand before her, “We could try again. We’re both older now and more stable and we could give a kid a really good life.”

“You think I don’t know that? You think that thought doesn’t cross my mind every day?” Fetch glared up at him, standing suddenly with her hands in fists at her sides.

“Then why don’t we try again?”

“Because, Delsin, I’m terrified of losing another one!”

They say the truth hurts, but they never say how badly. To Delsin, this outburst of words felt like he was being gutted alive, drained of everything that made him Delsin Rowe. This unspeakable truth felt like a landmine. Buried deep and forgotten until it was triggered by some twist of fate. It was a thing they dared not speak about—not to others and not to each other–this tiny secret that felt heavier than the entire world all at once and suddenly it was crashing down at his feet. Delsin was at a loss for words, his mouth hung open slightly.

Fetch puffed a breath up at her fringe, the pink hair shifting away from her eyes for a moment before she found her voice and broke the silence with words barely above a whisper, “I’m going to the training room to blow off some steam. Don’t interrupt me.”

Delsin instinctively reached out and took hold of one of Fetch’s hands, “Abby… I’m sorry,” His voice was a soft whisper, his eyes searching Fetch’s face.

“Yeah,” Fetch met Delsin’s eyes and her expression looked drowned in sorrow, “Me too,” Then she pulled her hand from his and left him alone in the office with nothing more than the feeling of his own tears dripping off his chin.

When Fetch reached the empty training room, she stomped through to the women’s changing rooms at the back, leaving the lights off. She stepped into one of the showers and turned on the water, not bothering to remove any of her clothes. Then she placed her back against the tile wall, slid to the floor and sobbed.

Benji was sitting on his beanbag, which was braced against the side of his bed. In his hands was a controller and a video game played quietly on his small television screen across the narrow dorm room. Behind him, asleep in his bed, was Caly. After an hour, she stirred enough to wake and sat up, rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists. Hearing the blankets shift behind him, Benji turned around and gave the toddler a welcoming grin. He didn’t have any siblings, but he had always wanted one. Benji loved kids… they were some of the smartest people he knew.

“Good morning, Caly. Welcome to the best room in the warehouse–my dorm!” Benji motioned to the room behind him and Caly blinked, her gray eyes wide as she looked around to place her surroundings.

“Oh, my name’s Benji. Rosaline had to head back to work so I’m here to help take care of you until she comes back,” Benji’s face faltered for a moment as he thought over his words, “Huh. Guess that means I get a free pass from the rest of my classes today. Awesome.”

Caly suddenly looked frantically around and then sighed softly as she scooped up her pink blanket and held it against her face. She studied Benji’s face and tilted her head this way then that way before pointing to something behind him.

Benji looked quizzically at her before spinning around and laughing, “Oh, yeah. I’m just replaying Super Mario Odyssey. Want to play, too?”

He stood and grabbed his extra controller, then handed it to Caly. She took it but didn’t do anything with it other than just hold it in her free hand. Her expression was a bit perplexed. Benji frowned slightly and sunk back into his beanbag.

“Well… are you hungry? Need anything?”

Caly shook her head but her eyes fell to his door. She scooted herself to the edge of his bed before rolling onto her stomach and lowering herself backwards to the floor. She held her blanket tightly against her cheek and discarded the game controller on the bed. Benji watched as Caly’s tiny bare feet padded around his room and noted that she kept her hands to herself as she looked around. That seemed strange to Benji as most kids would touch everything if given half a second. But Benji didn’t interrupt Caly, he just watched her quietly tapping into her curiosity.

Benji stood and walked to his desk, reaching over to pull up the blinds there which allowed the setting sun to flood his room with yellows and oranges, the bright colors pulling Caly’s attention to him and the window.

“Wanna see my view? It’s not much, but I like it. I get a lot of sunlight.” He reached out toward Caly and she nodded and walked into his embrace. He lifted her to stand carefully on his desk and she pressed her free hand against the glass of his window, her tiny face suddenly smooshed against the pane as she took in the view. The grass was so green, students crossed back and forth chatting or playing. And the sky, alight with the fire of the dying sun, shining in purples, pinks, oranges, and blues.

Benji again said nothing to disturb Caly from her curiosity, but he took silent notes on her behaviors. Something just seemed… strange to him. This wasn’t typical toddler behavior, but maybe Caly wasn’t a typical toddler. Rosaline hadn’t said much about her and Fetch had offered nothing more than gratitude for Benji agreeing to help babysit. 

“Do you want to watch the sunset? Like, outside?” Benji asked quietly and Caly snapped her attention to him and quickly nodded as though this was her mission in life. He smiled and opened his arms to her and carefully held her, if a bit awkwardly, and then left his dorm and walked to the front of the building. Upon exiting the warehouse, Caly immediately buried her face against Benji’s neck, seeming to be slightly overwhelmed at the noises, colors and people. Benji had an idea and quietly hummed Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in an attempt to soothe her and this seemed to calm Caly enough for her to find her confidence as she pulled away from Benji just enough to focus on the sky above them. Benji waved to someone who called his name and continued walking, his steps slowing as he moved up a steep hill and then sat cross-legged on the grass. Caly stood in his lap, one arm around his neck as she took in the sky and the colors all around them.

Benji turned his face toward the sky as well, for a moment taking it in with as much reverie as Caly seemed to have, “It won’t stay like this for too long, but we can hang out here until it gets dark, deal?” Caly nodded in agreement, eyes never straying from the big wide sky above her head.

“You don’t speak much, do you, Caly? You hardly make any noises at all. Are you feeling ok?” Benji’s voice was quiet, but Caly didn’t answer as her eyes seemed glued to the show above them. This was when Benji noticed a piece of folded paper peeking out from the front pocket of Caly’s overalls. Curiosity got the better of him and he reached over, removing the paper without Caly so much as flinching. The two written words of “READ ME” on the fold commanded that it be read and Benji unfolded the paper, reading it quietly and sucking in a breath once he was done. He folded this paper back up and placed it in his own pocket.

Caly blinked and moved to sit in Benji’s lap more comfortably. Benji leaned back on his arms, Caly’s body following his movement and warm against his own as she lounged against him. He glanced up at the sky and noticed it was more purples and dark blues than light and he shivered slightly as the shadows grew around them.

“Let’s go back in now, okay? Want something to eat? The cafeteria has amazing food and if you want I can get you some dessert, too.” Caly glanced up at Benji’s face and her stomach loudly agreed that food was next on her agenda. Benji chuckled, “Alright, food it is.”

Caly moved off Benji’s lap and waited for her new friend to stand before offering her hand to him to hold. He took it politely but worried about her bare feet on the grass, so he picked her back up. The two walked back inside to the welcoming lights and delicious smells coming from the hall where the cafeteria was. Caly’s eyes bounced from each person before them, taking in the variety of people here. Benji shifted Caly so she was more balanced on his hip as he entered the cafeteria, immediately pointing to signs and pictures and asking Caly what food she’d like to eat. The choices were so many and everything smelled so good, but the one thing she started pointing madly toward was the ice cream.

“Ice cream? I think Rosaline would be pretty angry with me if I gave you that for dinner. But I’ll tell you what, eat some pizza with me and I’ll get you two scoops of ice cream for dessert. Think you can do that?” Caly nodded enthusiastically. Benji snagged four slices of cheese pizza, a Coca-Cola and a small chocolate milk, and found a table with two seats open. He sat Caly next to himself, taught her to blow on her pizza before biting into it and helped her open her milk. He was shocked at how quickly Caly devoured her slice and finished her chocolate milk, then she slipped off her seat and started tugging on Benji’s shirt to get her the promised ice cream. He laughed and finally gave in, returning to the table with a bowl of ice cream–one scoop of vanilla and one of chocolate–and a very excited and happy Caly. After dinner and dessert was done, Benji cleaned his section of the table and then took Caly’s hand and led her back to his dorm room.

Unsure of when Rosaline would be back, he offered Caly one of his clean t-shirts as a makeshift nightgown and helped her use the sink to brush her teeth. He waited nervously outside the stall as Caly used the toilet, in full big brother mode. Once she was done and her tiny hands were washed, he took her back to his dorm and tucked her and her pink blanket into his bed. Benji left a string of LED lights around the base of his room on. They glowed in a soft pink color.

“Just like your blanket, Caly. Just wake me if you need anything,” Benji had assured Caly the lights would keep her safe just like they kept him safe, too. Caly was back to sleep in moments. He moved an extra pillow and blanket to the floor for himself, but sleep never came easily to him at night. He scrolled his phone for a while before pulling the folded paper from his desk, where he placed it while getting ready for bed. After reading it once more, he opened an email to Delsin, Fetch and Eugene and attached a photo of the note.

“Found this in Caly’s pocket. Something strange is going on, isn’t it? - Benji”

Benji sent the email then turned off his phone and stared up at his ceiling, contemplating his strange day and how oddly chill Caly was for a four-year old.

Eugene took a big gulp of coffee, the large, iced cup nearly empty already. Delsin and Fetch stood behind their friend, peering over his shoulders at the laptop screen. Several articles were up, a map of downtown Seattle and an email in the background from Benji, sent the night prior. The fresh days’ sunlight streamed into the office and warmed the room despite the cooler air outside.

“Conduits? Are you sure?” Delsin was reading the screen as quickly as he could, the influx of information Eugene was able to pull together in such a short time period nothing short of a secret ability. 

“Definitely. Look at this article. Missing persons are only missing for so long before they are officially declared inactive cases. Families often pursue additional help to track loved ones down from that point forward.”

Fetch snorted quietly and Delsin cast a glance at her. They hadn’t spoken to one another since the emotional outburst the previous evening and Delsin felt that he owed her a deeper apology once the time was right.

Eugene pointed to the screen before him, “But, in cases of missing persons who have no loved ones looking for them, they often just disappear entirely. No cases. No follow up. And look at these missing persons…” He pointed to a webpage with photos and names and dates, “All of them are registered conduits.”

Fetch crossed her arms over her chest loosely, standing up straight after leaning toward the laptop screen, “Okay, so missing conduits with closed cases. What does that have to do with Caly? Or those jerks who stormed the Children’s Hospital?”

“I was able to use your sketch of the owl logo and traced it back to this article here from several years ago. Apparently, that group calls themselves the ‘Stratego’. And they worked as the scientific branch funded the D.U.P.”

Delsin hummed in thought, “But the D.U.P. has been disbanded for years. How is this ‘Stratego’ group still in operation?”

Fetch looked from Delsin to Eugene, clearly the same question on her lips. Eugene clicked through his tabs before answering, “It was a hidden branch. The D.U.P. may be dead and gone, but that doesn’t mean the Stratego were canceled at all. But I couldn’t find anything recent about them other than funding still being funneled their way.”

“Funding? From who?” Fetch was now pinching the bridge of her nose looking more and more stressed over these findings.

Delsin grumbled under his breath, then gave Eugene a pat on his shoulder, “I’ll look into it. What else did you find, Eugene?”

“This.” Eugene opened yet another tab and displayed a profile photo of a young girl who looked to be 16 or 17-years old and had a familiar face but an unfamiliar name. She was marked as missing with no family attached to her case.

“Who is she?” Delsin was reading the few details listed next to the photo, “She’s so young.”

Eugene’s voice dropped to a whisper, “I’m ninety-nine percent sure this is Caly’s mom. And that she’s deceased.”

A choked sob sound came from Fetch, but she swallowed the noise as soon as it was made. Delsin quickly reached for her, but caught himself and dropped his hand to his side. Fetch didn’t look at him, eyes glued to the photo on the screen. The missing girl looked like Caly. Eugene was likely right.

“Seventeen? And she was just, what? On the run? And these Stratego assholes scooped her up for experiments?” Fetch’s words had a bite to them.

“I’m not sure, but it lines up with the timeline and the code names of Project 41 and Project 42, especially if Caly was an unexpected addition. And the note that Benji sent us a photo of… that seems to also confirm my suspicions.” Eugene pulled the screen to focus on Benji’s email and opened the attached image.

Delsin released a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, “Fuck.”

A silence fell between the three conduits as they digested the information and started trying to comprehend what this all meant for them. It felt heavy, nothing like the fast and furious nature of the past when taking down Augustine and exposing the D.U.P.. This felt like something else entirely. Delsin started to pace the room, Eugene sat back in the desk chair and closed his eyes, Fetch went to the window and leaned her forehead against the cool glass panes. This was simply a lot.

“We need to lock down the warehouse.” Delsin broke the silence.

“Lock down? And tell the students what, exactly? You think half of them won’t want to run out of here and use their powers to help save the world?” Fetch turned toward Delsin with daggers in her eyes.

Eugene glanced between the two and finished his coffee before breaking the tension, “No lock down necessary. I have a failsafe in place already.”

“... what?” Fetch and Delsin spoke in unison, curiosity and confusion on their faces now.

“The emblems work as security, right? They unlock the campus doors. But…” Eugene started typing something into the laptop, too quickly for either of the other two to follow as they neared the screen again. Suddenly a top-down view of the warehouse was on the screen and then it was littered with small, blue dots. The dots were moving, some in groups, some solo.

Fetch pulled her necklace emblem away from her neck, “Tracking devices? You programmed them to track everyone?”

“Everyone. If I pull the map back we can even see the students off-campus.” Eugene did this and a dot lit up within where Latte Owl was and a few dots even showed up in the local library, one at a bar and one at the Children’s Hospital.

Delsin raised an eyebrow examining the map, “Huh…” He stood up and ran one hand across the back of his neck in thought, “Great work. Now we can work on the Stratego thing in secret without stirring our students and also track them to make sure none go missing.”

Fetch silently nodded once in agreement, “But we should make some teams as a security. Group students so that they can handle things if anything goes down, on or off campus.”

“Good thinking, Fetch. I like that.” Delsin swallowed his pride for a moment to test the waters of this relationship between him and her. It looked like it may continue to float.

“I can get some lists together based on powers and strengths/weaknesses,” Fetch pulled out her phone, making a note to herself, “Have you told Rosaline anything yet?”

Eugene shook his head, “Not yet. I know we’ll have to loop her in just because of Caly, but I wanted to run all this by you both first.”

“... has anyone heard from Benji this morning? Is Caly still with him?” Fetch suddenly paused in her notetaking to glance between Delsin and Eugene. Both men shook their heads. She added that to her list, too.

“Looks like we have a plan. And a secret mission. Eugene–any new news about Stratego, let us know immediately. Fetch–I want to see those lists by dinner tonight. And I’ll work to get in contact with Rosaline and figure out the funding angle.” Delsin nodded to himself. His team was waking up and rising to action with an additional seven years of experience behind them in finding and taking down the so-called bad guys. 

This should be easy. Once they had all the information. And knew what they were up against. And could keep everyone safe along the way. Delsin chuckled once quietly to himself.

Nothing was ever easy anymore.

[mllkymash]

THERE WILL BE BLOOD || AIRPORT S1 SPOILERS || TW SUICIDE MENTION

there will be blood, but cathy is actually put on trial for the murder, and in order to clear her name, we have to reveal the contents of chief king's suicide letter in front of the entire courtroom.

imagine finding out that the crimson order caused the death of both of your grandparents and not only is that same organization now trying to frame you for murder, that you were literally moments away from being charged for, but they've been keeping tabs on you for a while and you didn't even know it.

cathy literally had lunch with a crimson order member earlier that day btw

hc that serena forced her to try snails, gifted her a golden brooch that matched with milton's profile, and aquired a sample of cathy's hair so she could plant it on delsin's scalp to ensure that she would get arrested. look me in the eyes and tell me they were not trying to frame her.

(i think they should've just gone with cathy's parents also being dead bc that would've hurt so much more if they had)

literally, why did we not just tell cathy about the letter the moment we found it. girl was DESPERATE for answers, maybe if we told her something, she wouldn't have felt the need to keep investigating on her own to the point that she comes across the crimson order's FUCKING HEADQUARTERS and doesn't even realise it.

surely that's more dangerous than cathy just being told the truth right? the crimson order wanted her dead anyway, just have her in protection custody or something???

[dusk-of-entropy]

Neutral Endings for Glamorous Entropy thus far.

So far there is only 15 as I'm trying to think of how they'd each work nicely before I get onto the endings with odder changes. -v-' Though some of these endings tends to get really grim and to answer a question, the Human can actually take a Boss Monster soul and leave which has its own result to the ending. Though if you are unable or choose not to do so, depending on what you've done there can also be added consequences to the Fallen Human (Delsin) if he so remains. (If you want to know about that, ask in the replies) 1): Anarchy Ending

2): Muffet Victorious/Continued Civil war

3): Sans Victory

4): Papyrus Victory

5): Undyne's revolution

6): King Asgore Ending

7): Lone Queen Toriel Ending

8): Alphys Techo-republic ending

9): Emperor Chara Ending

10): Stalemate Ending

11): Skeletal Union

12): President Asriel

13): Status Quo

14): Peaceful grasp (Sans and Papyrus, white peace, Muffet's defeat, leads to Unity)

15): Grand Council Ending

[imaginesecondson]

oh hey! Your not dead, hi!

ok, so , I’ve seen a lot of conduit! Reggie ideas floating around, but I haven’t seen any for Brent (fetch’s brother) as a conduit , u got any ideas/headcanons for that? If not , just gimmie any old headcanons u can think up, I’m very bored rn.

{ Conduit Reggie! That is a fun one!) { I feel like an interesting "easy" pick would be him having a similar Copy-Paste power to Delsin. I do not remember if these powers can be genetic like that, but still, that would be my go to answer I think) { As for a power specifically reggie based, Reggie gives me big earth vibes, idk. Probably because he's the most grounded (haha) character of the main crew, and there's something interesting to Reggie as a Earth or Rock Conduit in comparison to Augustine and her Concrete powers) { Either way, I think Reggie as a Conduit would be a very fun idea, considering how he reacts to Delsin becoming one.)

[darling-i-read-it]

Neon Eyes

Delsin Rowe x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: heavy insinuations to smut (like basically leads up to smut and then afterwards but I’m always too lazy to write it. Use your imagination lol), delsin nervous you wont accept him 

Author’s Note: the annual playthrough of second son had begun <;3 

Summary: Delsin struggles to tell you about his new powers, even though he wants nothing more than to be held by you. 

Song: Polaroid by Imagine Dragons was weirdly on repeat. 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Delsin looked at his phone. He flicked through his contacts, hovering over each one. The air was crisp in Seattle. It felt much more processed than it did back home, like it was muffled by all the smoke coming out of buildings. Granted, he couldn’t exactly complain about the smoke thing. It happened to be incredibly beneficial to him. 

He hovered over Betty’s name. He should call her back. He had been avoiding her calls, though not intentionally. She just kept calling him at inopportune times. He passed her name. Reggie was at the top of his recently called list. Delsin skipped him easily. As he kept going, he landed on a name that filled his stomach with warmth. 

You. 

He should call you. No, he shouldn’t call you. He wanted to call you. There was a difference. Delsin kicked his feet back and forth, looking down past his phone. He was sitting on a balcony, a couple floors above the ground. The world had turned into specks below him. He wanted to call you. 

He didn't want to get you in trouble. 

He wanted to hear your voice. 

“Goddamnit,” Delsin muttered and pushed your name. It highlighted and then started to ring. Immediately regretting it, Delsin hung up. He shouldn’t have done that. You had surely heard about what happened with the tribe, maybe even heard about his new condition. Maybe Reggie had called you already. Delsin made a face at the thought. He didn’t want his brother talking to you period, let alone about him. 

Delsin jumped. His phone was ringing. Your name hovered on his screen. 

“Oh fuck,” he grumbled. He held the phone with both hands so he wouldn’t drop it. He stared at it for a moment too long, listening to his ringtone. 

After a long moment, he answered the call. 

“Hello?”

“Hey D! Did you call me on purpose?” God, he was right. Your voice had already soothed him. Childhood friends, turned something else, staying something else. 

“Butt dialed, my bad!” He scratched the back of his neck. “Actually, I lied.” 

“You tend to do that.” He chuckled, looking down at his feet, dangling. 

“It’s nice to hear your voice,” he said and he meant it.

“Yours too.” Your voice had gone soft. “What are you doing? Are you around home?” He shook his head even though you couldn’t see it. 

“No. I’m in Seattle.” 

“With all that shit going on?” you asked. Even though your voice was practically disembodied, it felt like laying in soft grass in the summer or getting in bed after a long day. It made him weirdly emotional. 

“Yeah, I chose the worst time for a vacation.” 

“Is Reggie with you?”

“Why would I bring Reggie on a vacation?” 

“Is anyone with you?” “Reggie.” You laughed. It felt like a cloud. Your words started with a hum, a comforting noise. Delsin hadn’t noticed how badly this whole thing had affected him. He had been going without stopping for so long he hadn’t even thought about it. His home was effectively ruined if he didn’t finish this. His life had been turned upside down by these new powers and responsibilities. 

“Seriously though, what are you doing out there? Is this about that attack on the tribe?” 

“You could say that. So Reggie hasn’t called you?” 

“Nope. You Rowe boys are avoiding me like the plague these days.” He chuckled. 

“We’ve just been busy,” he explained. “You haven’t talked to Betty?” 

“Nope. Believe it or not, I’ve been stuck in Seattle too. I came down yesterday for a concert and got stuck with all this DUP stuff. Guess we both have bad taste in day adventures.” 

“I guess we do.” You didn’t know. You had no idea what he was. He was just Delsin to you, the same person he had always been. ”Well while you’re stuck here, you wouldn’t wanna meet up would you?” 

“Are you staying somewhere?” 

“This isn’t a booty call,” he promised, voice deadly serious.

“I know that Delsin.” Your laugh moved to a small giggle. “I just meant, where should I meet you and it came out more aggressive than I intended.” 

“Oh! Oh yeah. I didn’t mean it either.” 

“I want to see you. Where are you?” you said slowly, in case he didn’t get it. 

“I’ll come to you. I’m quick on my feet these days.” 

“Alright well I’m staying in Capitol Hill, by the market. I’lll text you the address.” 

-

You were waiting in the lobby for him. There was smoke trailing behind him as he came in through the automatic doors. He knew he had more pressing things to do. He had people to save and he had things to break.

But at the moment he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. 

“Delsin!” you exclaimed, standing up. You stood up, putting down the book you were reading. He practically hopped over to you, always light on his feet. He threw his arms around you and engulfed you completely. “Oof. You alright?” 

“Better now.” 

“Delsin, you’re acting weird,” you noted. He pulled away, holding your arms in his hands. “Why do you have a chain around your wrist?” You watched him, eyes scanning his figure. Something was up, you just couldn’t put your finger on what. 

“I need to tell you something.” 

“You’re scaring me,” you whispered. He looked around the lobby. There were stragglers around, too many people to give you any kind of demonstration. 

“I was back home when a conduit broke into The Lodge.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Augustine caught this guy, Hank, and he had these weird smoke powers. He tried to hurt Betty and Reggie. I grabbed him and something happened. I like, grabbed his hand and saw his whole life. And then…then I like..” He was fidgeting out of anxiety. He looked around again. He was practically oozing with stress. 

“Delsin.” 

“He gave me some of his powers.” You stared at each other, eyes locked, mere inches apart. 

“What do you mean?” Your voice had hushed. He didn’t answer right away, which made you antsy. “Delsin.” 

“C’here.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you out the front doors. You followed him wordlessly as he took you around the back of the building where there were nothing but cars. You watched him attentively as he let go of your hand, raised his, and shot something out of the sky. 

You yelped in surprise. 

“Delsin?! What was that?!” 

“I’m...I'm a conduit,” he said, voice quiet. It still felt weird on his lips, like the words weren't exactly true.

You stared at each other, eyes wide and searching. You went very quiet for a moment. He swore he could hear his heart beating in his ears. For some reason this was scarier than feeling the powers at all. 

You had heard all the propaganda about bio terrorists. You had seen what they could do to your home and your family. You also were very aware of the man standing in front of you. This was your best friend, the man you’ve loved for years. You knew that the DUP was killing people like him. 

And Delsin looked scared. 

You took a slow step forward. 

“Woah.” 

“Right?” he hissed. “I can float and stuff. And turn into smoke or something, I don’t know how it works biologically. I just know I can do a lot of things my body couldn’t do before.” You closed the distance and grabbed his hands, putting his palms to the air. You traced the creases, shaking your head. 

“Shit Del,” you muttered. “What did Reggie say?” 

“He still thinks we’re here to find a cure. "I'm here to get Augustine’s powers and help the tribe.”

“You think it’ll work?” 

“It’s all I got right now.”

“So why did you call me?” 

Delsin's whole body had relaxed with your reaction. You didn’t see him any differently. There was no fear in your eyes. He wanted to complain about everyone else's reactions, fill you in on everything that had happened. 

“I just wanted to see you.” Your face softened. 

“Oh.” 

“Maybe I could crash at your hotel room too.” You scoffed, hitting him. “I met this other girl too though, she lives in a billboard. I could always crash with her…” 

“Alright alright. You’ve guilted me into it.” 

-

It was a one bed hotel room. Delsin didn’t mind that one bit. You offered it to him easily and after some light banter, you agreed you should just share it. 

The sun had gone down over the Seattle skyline. Delsin sat at the edge of the bed as you got dressed for bed. He had no extra clothes. He would make some joke about sleeping naked and you would likely let him strip down to his boxers. You had seen him naked before.

“Are you gonna sleep in that beanie?” 

“When have you ever seen me sleep in the beanie?” You shrugged, coming out of the bathroom door.

“Could be a new thing you’re trying.” You sat down beside him. He turned to you, both of his feet still planted on the ground. You put your legs underneath you and faced him with your entire body, taking the beanie off his head. You ran your hand through his hat hair that was smashed down. “Can I see the neon again?” He laughed. 

“I’m like your circus clown.” 

“My court jester.” 

He put up his finger, lightly tracing the air with a pink neon. He spelled out your name in the empty space. You smiled like a child, watching eagerly. You turned your head back to him, eyes narrowing gently. 

He put his hand on your thigh. The silence was familiar and comfortable. 

“Do you think your eyes go neon when you…you know,” you quipped, your smile turning sly. He rolled his eyes with his whole head, squeezing your thigh. 

“You wanna find out?” 

-

Delsin rested his head on your chest. It was the most relaxed he had been in days. Weeks. You had your arm wrapped around his shoulder, your hand playing in his hair. You were tracing circles into his scalp, pulling lightly at his roots, brushing out his knots. 

He hadn’t been this safe since he first got his powers. 

“I did think you were gonna blast a smoke hole through me,” you said, voice quiet. The air conditioning was the only actual sound in the room. The lights were off, submerging you in darkness. 

“I had it completely under control.” You tilted your head down to look at him, laughing a bit. 

“That pillow is only feathers now,” you accused. 

“The pillow isn’t you.” You shook your head a bit. He nestled into your chest, putting his arm tighter around you. 

There was a long beat of silence. Just breathing. A room empty of any expectations. 

“Thank you for not freaking out when you saw me,” he breathed. 

“Thank you for not changing who you are.” You pressed a kiss against his head and it stayed there, lingering. “You’re in the line of fire now D.” 

“I know.” 

“I don’t want you to get hurt. You or Reg.” 

“I know.” 

“Can you promise me you won’t get hurt in the name of sheer goodness?” He nodded sleepily. 

“I’ve never broken my word to you babe.” You liked it when he called you babe. It came off his lips so effortlessly. “Thanks for letting me crash here.” You scoffed. 

“You’re always welcome to whatever bed I sleep in. You knew that.”

“I did.” 

He fell asleep soon after, his breathing evening. The police were searching for him and he was with you, pretending there were no other problems in the world. He deserved that much.

[quirkwizard]

I know you've made a similar post about this, but I simply can't find it with Tumblr's limited search function. This is not exactly an ask for a quirk marriage, but what quirks/quirk variations do you think any potential biological children of AFO could have (neglecting how well they would fit into the setting of the story)? Could one have powers like Delsin from Infamous Second Son, which is essentially a really buffed version of Monoma's Copy?

There really isn't a good answer for this. Besides the bizarre, parasitic nature "All For One" and how it could interact with combining another Quirks, the other Quirk is an important factor. And any one of them would only greatly degrade the quality of "All For One". The most I could really say would be a Quirk focused on another applications, like a kid getting the power to swap Quirks between people. Otherwise, I've done dozens of combinations of "Copy". You want variations on the idea of taking Quirks, maybe try some of those out.