#delsin x Juno

[leodoodlesstuff]

the most beautiful colors chase the sun

they wrap up her trail in a taunting gesture

that seems to sing out loud

this is what you’re missing

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Juno + Delsin doodles

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Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore | infamous Second Son OC | 18+ sexual content

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The evening sun pooled through the windows of the empty coffee shop, warm and enticing as the muffled tones of a record crooned, filling the space. As the evening crowd emptied out, rushing towards whatever the dwindling hours held for them, the music slowly evolved into something that the taller of the two remaining employees described as “pot-smoking desert hipster music”.

“Come on, Sam,” Juno teased, elbowing her lightly. “They’re really good, you just have a thing against the singer having a man bun.”

With mop in hand, Sam whipped her head around to gape at Juno with feigned indignation.

“Excuse me, little miss I’ll-fall-in-love-with-anybody-wearing-skinny-pants-and-a-designer-hat. It’s called taste, and you should try buying some at the hipster grocery store you shop at.”

“Okay, first of all, Samara, rude,” Juno stated, throwing her apron at Sam and trying to contain the laughter that was attempting to break out. “Second of all, I’ve seen the customers you flirt with, you’re in no position to be judging.”

Sam’s hands went up in a gesture of surrender, her laughter a sound that always filled Juno with a feeling of home. Of all the people she had met after moving to Seattle, Sam was always one of her favorites. She began as a coworker, and quickly became so much more, like the sister she never had.

“Fine, Juno, you win this round,” Sam said, then added under her breath, “but that man bun is still fuckin’ stupid.”

Before Juno had time to react to her friend’s slight on her taste in men, the gentle chiming of bells filled the background, and both the employees let out an audible groan.

“Come on, it’s five minutes until closing, they can have their coffee up their—oh, hello.” The change in tone caught Juno off guard, Sam‘s voice dripping with threatening flirtation as she threw wagging eyebrows over to Juno.

“It’s your hot guy friend, and you know what he doesn’t have? A man bun—ow!“

Juno frantically rushed around the counter, jabbing Sam in the side on her way past, running a hand through her hair absentmindedly as she stopped short in front of the lanky figure, his hands shoved coolly into his pockets. She was painfully aware of the faint scent of burnt cedar from his presence in the coffee shop, something she would never want to get rid of from her memory as long as she lived.

“Hey Del!” She gave a small wave, and smiled up at him.

Delsin took in the sight of Juno, her slightly tousled hair, the way her flushed face immediately gave clues to her emotions, how her gaze dropped down to his lips for a split second, then back to dance around his eyes. It was cute, the way she thought he wouldn’t notice it. Hot. He couldn’t help the grin forming.

“Hey Junicorn,” he said, then winced slightly. He hadn’t meant for the nickname to stick, not this long. Well shit. He could do better than that.

“How’s your day—“

“So, can I make you—“

There’s a moment of confusion, a soft pause, and then laughter as Juno and Delsin realize they were rushing to talk over one another.

“You go ahead,” Delsin says, gesturing to Juno.

“No, no, it’s okay, you first!” Her soft laugh is mesmerizing, and Delsin can’t look away as she waves her hands at him to continue.

The way Delsin focuses on her so intently causes Juno’s insides to flip, and she notices the warmth building low inside of her, matching that of the heat radiating off of him. He was so hot, in more ways than one. Juno dares to look away first, smiling and glancing down at her hands. There’s a silence between them, something soft playing over the speakers from a playlist Juno created specifically for the early evening. It was sultry and slow, songs that made Sam roll her eyes, yet she still belted the lyrics out after they locked the doors and started cleaning for the night. Neither make a move, afraid to break the moment between them, the building heat drawing their bodies ever so slightly closer to one another. There was no denying the attraction that had built over the past few months, it was obvious every time they were in the same room.

And then there’s a cough, a shattering noise that doesn’t belong in their bubble, causing both Juno and Delsin to jump slightly. Sam sat there, leaning on the counter with her chin rested on hands, the cheesiest of grins plastered on her face.

“I’m just gonna—I’m gonna head out now,” said while gesturing behind her. During the last few minutes, Sam had grabbed her backpack and was ready to leave. “I think I-I left my stove on in my mom…or something.”

Sam passed through the space between Juno and Delsin, turning to wink at Juno and make a crude hand gesture, which led Juno to scoff in vague disapproval.

“Have fun you two,” Sam called from over her shoulder, waving at the room in general.

“Stay safe!” The emphasis on the word was not lost on Juno, and she could feel the way her face reddened. And with the shut of the door, they were alone.

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The alley wall digs into the soft skin of Juno’s back, her skirt hiked up around her thighs. Delsin’s hands gripped her tightly as he pulsed into her burning heat, panting against her skin. He was lost in the way she felt around him as he moved his mouth frantically over her neck, rough purple marks flourishing under his lips, marks that would certainly draw attention in the morning. That was a problem for future Juno. As hard as she tried, Juno couldn’t swallow the low moans that echoed in the secluded street behind the coffee shop, not that anyone ever came back here. There was only the garbage, which was the entire reason why they were back here to begin with. At least that’s what they told themselves half an hour ago, but the trash bags were long since forgotten. As soon as they got into the alley way, hands found their way under clothing, desperate to lay claim to any skin that was hidden. One thing led to another, and soon public alleyway sex was something Juno could check off her list.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come“ Delsin moaned, his pupils wild with the desire burning within him. His thrusts were jagged, fingertips bruising Juno’s thighs, touch a little too hot. Juno didn’t mind it though, she just imagined where else his burning touch could go.

“B-birth control,” Juno gasped, rolling her hips against Delsin, craving the way he filled her entirely and then some. The fire in the pit of her core was consuming all of her, her head was hazy with the rolling pleasure.

“I’m on it.”

When Juno opened her eyes again, Delsin’s dark eyes were laser focused on her, bewildered. His mouth was open slightly, and he bit his lip. He was putting together the pieces of what she meant, and when it dawned on him, she felt him falter with his pace.

“Oh, fuck.”

He rested his forehead against hers, slightly damp with sweat, his hot breath mixing with hers, jolting his hips against her.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” he breathed out, holding her still as he throbbed expectantly inside of her, thighs tight against his waist. “You definitely sure?” There was a slight hesitation to his tone that she could sense underneath the desperation, a need to clarify the situation, to make her happy and not do anything she’d regret, but straining to hold back.

“I could always—“

“I’m on birth control, Del—fuck—it’s okay. I want it.”

To punctuate her words, she rolls her hips, eliciting a small groan from Delsin. A moment passes, their heavy breathing the only sound in the alley. Juno’s arms are wrapped over Delsin’s shoulders, fingers entwined with the dark hair sticking out from under the maroon beanie. And all at once, Delsin’s mouth crashes on Juno’s, tongue pushing its way into her mouth, his kiss pleading and starving, tasting all he can have of her. His hands pull her down on him, plunging deep into her, over and over, hitting that one spot that causes stars to form beneath her eyelids, and she knows she can’t handle much more. Her moans and cries bounce off the walls, escaping into the Seattle night, and she can feel tension building within her, threatening to snap and expand with the intensity of the forming cosmos. Delsin’s breath hitches at the sudden unexpected tightness, and he comes immaculately undone, pulsing, a burning heat releasing inside of her, as she feels stars go supernova deep within. There’s nothing in existence except the two of them, entwined with each other, alone and part of something so much more in this moment.

A quietness settles around them as Delsin rests his forehead against hers, hot breath mingling and slowly returning to normal, and his grasp on her thighs slackens a little as his fingers tremble. He lets out a soft laugh, holding up a hand, watching it shake slightly. At the sight, Juno unwraps her legs from his waist, letting him set her down, and fixes her skirt as he buttoned his jeans. She notices the way Delsin’s beanie sits crooked, probably her fault, so she stands on her tiptoes and fixes it, murmuring a soft apology.

“Well fuck, Juno, I’m exhausted,” Delsin yawns out, stretching his arms up, then settling them around Juno. He’s holding her from behind, his chest flush against her back, kissing the base of her neck. They were still standing in the alley, but nobody cared.

“Think I can get any caffeine around here? Maybe some place with a hot barista chick,” he teased, grinning against her skin.

Juno laughed, and set her hands on top of his warm forearms, still draped over her chest. She slowly led him back into the coffee shop, an awkward but not uncomfortable feat.

“C’mon, banner man, I think I know of a place.”

[ragingdumpsterfire]

in a blink and in one motion

rope constricts, rips her towards the ocean

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Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore | Infamous Second Son OC

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The phone sat on top of the quilt, screen burning a hole into the dark room, the digital 11:33pm hanging heavy in the top left corner. Juno massaged her eyes with the palms of her hands, head resting against the wall, and she let out a frustrated sigh.

She knew better than this, to second guess herself and back down and circle around again, until she couldn’t remember why she was avoiding the inevitable any more. And yet, here she was, terrified at the three little words sitting at the ready, just waiting for her finger to pull the trigger.

“Come on, Juno, it’s okay, it’s just—just Delsin.”

Another frustrated sigh fills Juno’s apartment as she flops over on the bed, wrapping herself with the quilt, and she stares out the window. The city lights blossom in the softly pattering rain, illuminating Juno’s gaze with warm hues.

Biting her lip, she slowly reaches over and picks up her phone, the bright light flooding over her. 11:56pm. Her thumb hovers over the send button, and still she hesitates. Surely he must be busy, out saving some conduits, or working on some new art, or with some other—surely he has more important things to do than this? Juno shook her head at the thought, she couldn’t wouldn’t talk herself out of this. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes, right? Ask for what you want? Besides, Delsin was a grown man who had no issues voicing his opinions or standing up for himself. He could say no. He could turn her down, and she’d respect that. And she knew that he knew her enough to know that. And….and……sigh.

Fuck it.

Juno’s thumb flits out, pressing the send button, and she lets the phone fall onto the bed. Rolling onto her back, she stares up at the ceiling, and tries to ignore the quiet of the night. She tries to ignore the lack of phone notification. She tries to ignore the warmth missing next to her.

The rain patters softly, filling her apartment with the gentlest of symphonies to lull her to sleep, and her eyes start to waver, closing gently. But it can’t drown out the unmistakable buzz of the phone. Waiting a moment, two, then one more, Juno opens her eyes, slowly looking over at the phone, and she smiles, hugging her pillow and letting out a relieved laugh. Why was she so worried?

11:58pm

Spend the night?

12:00am

thought you’d never ask 😏

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore | infamous Second Son OC | 18+ ish, implied smut

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Juno gazed for a moment out over the city, as lights began to twinkle in the rosy sheen of the sunset, sounds of busy people heading home in the distance. Delsin happily worked on his burrito, foil wrapper crinkling with each bite, feet swinging over the edge of the billboard ledge. Juno was too enraptured with the sunset to notice the way Delsin’s gaze darted to her, then back to the sunset. She sighed happily as she leaned back, resting her arms behind her head.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“Yeah”, came the reply, soft, hardly above a whisper.

Juno glanced over, meeting Delsin’s gaze directly. Somewhere deep inside ignited as she fell into the way his eyes burned in deepest shades of chestnut and cinnamon, shades of home. They were the first tinges of autumn wind after the heat of a never ending summer sun, the warmth of a cup of her favorite tea, the way his touches trailed waves of heat wherever his skin met hers, something raging and burning behind it. The way he was touching her now, shoulder brushing against her, body heat mixing.

“You’re staring,” Delsin murmurs, the corner of his mouth betraying the beginnings of a grin.

“So are you.”

His gaze falters, and he turns to look at the sunset, smiling to himself. There was something devious in that smile, something dangerous. The way he glanced over at her from the corner of his gaze, eyebrow cocked as he mindlessly ran his tongue over his pointed canine.

“So, you see something you like?”

Juno rolled her eyes, resting her hands on the billboard’s ledge and leaning forward to look down on the city, trying to hide the creeping flush on her face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.”

There was a stillness punctuated by a car horn or the passing train, people strolling along to a restaurant, seagulls off in the distance somewhere, a dog barking in some park. Quiet enough to hear an amused snort from Delsin.

“Yeah, actually, I would.”

Juno glanced back at Delsin, and that gnawing, glowing feeling returned. He was so close to her, right there, leaning in towards her, just a breadth away. His eyes darted down to her lips, back to her eyes, dark and fully blown, anticipation written in his gaze.

“I think,” he breathed out, eyes narrowing, “that you like it when I stare at you.”

There was no denying it, it filled Juno with a burning thrill knowing that his eyes followed her as she walked away, putting away the memories of her curves for later, or the way she’d catch him softly staring across the coffee shop as she chatted with customers. She knew those brown eyes would be always be there, a constant in the flowing pass of time. And now he was here in front of her, fingertips brushing against hers,

the only thing holding him back a thin, wavering sense of hesitancy. And that was rapidly washing away. She could see it in his eyes, the temptation of the feelings burning between them proving to be too much to bear.

“And what if I do like it?”

Her reply was soft, barely a whisper, but it was more than enough for Delsin. Lips crashed into lips, his kisses needy and hungry as he gave in to the game of chase that they had been playing. Juno ran her hands up Delsin’s neck, fingers tangling in the hair sticking out from under his beanie, pulling him into her.

A growl rose through Delsin, and he pulled away for air, leaving Juno panting, foreheads touching as they let their hands wander each other’s bodies. Delsin moved his hands to her waist, fingers brushing up under the back of her shirt, eliciting a soft gasp from Juno, her back arching under his touch.

“Then…maybe we should do something about that.”

Delsin moved his lips to her neck, planting slow, tortuous kisses around the point where her pulse raced, where streaks of pinks, reds, and lavender blossomed, an unconscious side effect of her conduit abilities. She didn’t care, at least not right now. She softly moaned out an affirmation, lost in the way his hands burned hot against her back, the way he always smelled like he had spent the night at a bonfire. It was intoxicating, clouding Juno’s mind and flooding her senses.

Delsin murmured something soft, something about his apartment being nearby, lips pressed under her jawbone, fingers reaching upwards, causing her shirt to ride up with them. The contrast of the chilly Seattle evening and his warmth caused her skin to prickle, and she wanted him closer. She wanted him all over her now.

Delsin’s fingers move dangerously close to slipping underneath her bra, sliding forward over her ribcage. Hesitation, or maybe the need to torture her slowly, was keeping him from moving further, and she needed him, she needed so much more.

“What about—what about right here, on the roof?”

Juno’s words come out like a gasp, pleading and needy. Those dark eyes pull back to look at her, a flicker of understanding passes, and he grins—that crooked, knowing smile that would get him anything or anyone in the world, anything he wanted, and here he was with her, all hers for tonight, all hers—and without a moment lost, Delsin has Juno in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, hands holding her up by her thighs as they melt into one another again, mouths frantic to forever write the taste of the other into memory, as they lose clothing to the night, and themselves in each other.

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Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore: inFamous Second Son OC 18+

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Fingers hesitantly brushed over delicate lace that was currently playing peekaboo, slipping out from under a low cut tank top. It was clingy—too clingy?—and left little to the imagination. Hands move to rest on hips, a lip bite, and a sigh.

“God, you’re outdoing yourself,” Juno muttered, staring at herself in the full length mirror in her apartment. Was it too much? Probably. Did she care? No. She thought of the way he’d look at her when he came in that day for some coffee (oatmilk latte, occasionally with hazelnut) glancing down with those deep brown eyes, seeing them darken as his glance lowered and—

“Alright, you’re hot, stop worrying about this,” repeats the reflection in the mirror, serving as an impromptu pep talk. Skeptical blue eyes stare back at her, taking in the outfit for a moment more, and, with a final sigh, Juno grabs her bag and phone, and leaves for work.

The morning crawls by, regular after regular coming in, grabbing their caffeine, and leaving. She catches more than one customer glancing down as they order, drink after drink, but none of them boast a scribbled Delsin. Part of her starts to worry that maybe he isn’t coming in today, that she might have stressed over an outfit for no reason. Sure, she might have had a couple people try flirting with her, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She knew what she wanted.

And finally—finally—in he bounds, lanky form gravitating towards her and filling the space like a beam of sunlight. He practically radiated warmth, reflecting the way a heat was blossoming over Juno, prickling and pleasant. She catches his eye through the bustle of the coffee shop, notices the way he grins when she notices him, the way he slightly bounces on his heels, hands in his pockets, as if he couldn’t contain some pure energy within him.

Juno only half processes what the line of customers order, heart thudding in her chest as he moves closer with each drink fulfilled. Oh god, should she have worn something else? What if it looks stupid? What if it’s too much? Is it too obvious? Fuck, she should have asked Nora or Athena if the outfit was okay. And finally, he’s standing in front of her, strands of hair peeking from his beanie, towering over her. She can smell the campfire smoke on him, such a tantalizing scent filling her senses, and she gazes up at him, a small, innocent smile on her lips as she studies him.

“Hi Delsin,” she breathes out softly, acutely aware of the way she was leaning slightly against the counter, displaying the lacy black bralette a little more. He’s still smiling his lopsided grin, gazing down at her, and that’s when Juno catches the way he glances down, so quickly, quick enough to miss with a blink. He’s fully aware of the way she’s displaying herself, her breasts barely covered by her shirt. Fully. She sees it now, holding his gaze, subconscious lip bite as she sees his eyes darken, nostrils flare slightly as he inhales a little deeper. Almost daring him to take another look. And he does. Oh, she’s got him good.

“Your usual? Or…do you want to try something different today?”

Oh, he was definitely staring now. Juno could only imagine what was running through his head as he remained silent, mouth opening slightly and closing back up as he thought of his next words. Thoughts ran through Juno of her legs wrapped around him as his mouth roughly explored her neck, hands gripping her thighs as he held her up against the wall, a trail of bite marks that she’d only vaguely try to hide, or the way he’d kiss the soft skin around the edges of that lace, teasing underneath as his hands ran up under her shirt. The way he’d react when he eventually found her piercings, small hands running through his hair, or-or his hands grasping her head, the sounds of him gasping, her mouth finally around—

“Whatever you want to give me, I’m sure I’ll like it.”

The words rip Juno out of her fantasy, returning to Delsin staring down at her, eyes burning. She felt so small, so vulnerable. So incredibly turned on. The way he drank the sight of her in, the expression on his face, it betrayed to her the unspoken thought running through his head: you know exactly what you’re doing to me in that outfit. And she did, the lust was written plainly in his eyes. Part of her expected, wanted him to lean over that counter and kiss her, pull her into him, carry her into the back room and fuck her. She didn’t even care anymore if the other patrons heard, she just knew that she needed him. They’d spent so long exchanging flirtatious quips, and now she needed more, oh so much more. But an impatient and exasperated clearing of a throat dragged Juno away from that thought, nails gripping the entire way to remain there in that moment. Two irritated eyes poked out from behind Delsin, glaring and scoffing, an impatient foot tapping, arms crossed defiantly.

“Hey, before you two fuck right here, can I at least get my coffee?”

Crimson barely began to describe the shade of Juno’s face, she couldn’t meet the customer’s stare. Stammering out a reply and an apology as Delsin stepped to the side, looking a little too smug, Juno returned to her job, rushing to catch up on the line. Chuckling to himself, Delsin moved to wait for his drink by the pick up counter, a slight blush gracing his face. He watched the girl work, hands flying as she made drink after drink, a rainbow latte here, a cappuccino there, and eventually handed off a flock of drinks waiting to be picked up. Delsin sorted through to find his, one hand in his pocket, the other on his drink as he stared at the cup, grin slowly growing. On the cup, next to his name, was a heart, a phone number, and a message: tonight, your place or mine?

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Infamous Second Son OC: Juno Moore x Delsin Rowe

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It was supposed to be a simple task; take out the DUP agents guarding the hastily assembled holding cells, and break open the chainlink fence holding the suspected conduits hostage. Juno had heard the stories from Delsin of all the attempted arrests he had disrupted, the way he flew in with a dazzling display of smoke, knocked the guards out, and heroically freed the terrified hostages. Delsin had agreed with Juno that it was something she should be able to do with ease, and together, they had waited on a nearby rooftop until they saw their chance. Everything went according to plan, Delsin taking out the guards while Juno dismantled the cell lock. There were five people in the cell, including one young teenager with a hurt ankle. Juno’s fingers flew as she cut the lock with bolt cutters, helping the scared group flee. Delsin glanced over at Juno, warmth filling him as she reassured the suspected conduits, pointing them towards safe spaces with a smile and a gentle hand, and helping the teen to safety.

It was only when Delsin glimpsed the armored vehicle rounding the corner that the plan fell apart, the hulking metal vehicle catching sight of Juno and the teenager limping aside her. Delsin yelled out to Juno, warning her of the oncoming danger, telling her to get away, but he didn’t take into account the way the kid clung on to her, incapable of moving out of danger on their own. In a streak of burning embers, Delsin raced to Juno’s side, standing between her and the tank. He expected her to run to safety, let him handle the new enemy. What he didn’t expect was for her to raise her free arm, and aim her fingers towards the tank, or the way an opaque rainbow formed around her hand and jetted out at the tank’s turret in a splash of vibrant hues. Her fist closed with a sense of finality, and the substance hardened in the turret, rendering it completely useless.

Delsin turned to high five Juno for her quick thinking, but was confused as he saw her face screw up in pain, her body dropping to her knees slowly, so slowly. Delsin’s ears rang, the sound of blood rushing through them, the loud metallic firing of a gun echoing in his head. He barely registered the screaming of the teen that Juno had been helping, or that she limped away to safety. All he knew was the red blood pooling under Juno, the way her breathing was jagged, and the bullets peppering the area around them. Blindly, Delsin shot out exploding cinders towards the source of the bullets, only satisfied once the shooting ceased. Looking back towards Juno, he picked her up, and dashed to safety in a trail of smoke.

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Juno’s small body slumped against the dingy alley, one hand gripping her side. Her trembling fingers were slick with crimson as Delsin frantically pressed his hand over hers, warmth and light emanating as he tried to aid her slowly healing wounds. Juno’s brows furrowed as she winced sharply, but she gave an impish, albeit tired grin.

“Think I’ll have some kickass battle scars?”

Delsin’s only reply was an irritated sigh, and he continued healing the bleeding gunshot. She rested her head against the brick wall, letting her eyelids close as she focused on breathing intently through the pain. It wasn’t searing like fire anymore, but it throbbed with an intensity unlike any other she had felt before.

“It’s really not that serious, Del,” Juno mumbled, focusing on the way his fingers brushed gently over her side. “It was just a bullet, I’ll live.”

“Dammit, Juno, it—this isn’t a fucking joke!”

There was a simmering rage beneath his words that caught Juno off guard, and she immediately felt her brows raise with the sudden change in tone. Incredulous, she opened her eyes and stared at Delsin’s face, trying to read his sudden outburst, but he wouldn’t meet her gaze. He only glared at the spot where he was healing. Juno could feel irritation building as the silence grew between them.

“Oh that’s funny,” Juno snapped, “coming from the guy that throws himself at every fucking DUP agent in the entire city of Seattle and then laughs it off.”

Juno could feel her voice rising, and despite the healing aid Delsin gave to her, the pain was still there, clouding her thoughts.

“How many times have you been shot, huh? Tell me, Delsin, how many times? Because I don’t ever recall treating you like an asshole any time you got hurt.”

Juno hated how much her voice wavered, and she gritted her teeth, clenching her eyes shut. She hadn’t cried from the pain, and no way in hell was she going to let herself cry now. The warmth stopped, and she could feel Delsin remove his hands. He had done all he could do for her. The pain of the wound was manageable, her own body could manage the rest of the healing process. Footsteps told her that Delsin had gotten up and moved to the other side of the alley. Juno slowly got up, testing her footing, running her fingers over the area that had been gaping and bloody only a few minutes prior. Her shirt was shredded in the area, but she could fix it. Probably.

She glanced up at Delsin, who had his back turned to her, one hand resting on his waist, the other presumably massaging his temples. This was so unlike him, to be so off, so serious. Minutes passed, and he just stood there.

“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough that Juno could hear.

Delsin turned to face her, all anger gone from his face. He looked tired, scared. His eyes darted down to where Juno’s wound was, eyes softening at the sight of her fully healed skin. His hands clenched, then flexed, and he took a step towards Juno, slowly closing the gap.

“Juno, I’m sorry” he stammered, one hand gesturing as the other rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“I didn’t mean to be an asshole, I just—I thought that you—I’m so sorry…”

Delsin rambled on for a minute, tripping over his words and stumbling for exactly what it was he wanted to tell her, hands gesticulating in a way that caused Juno to relent and crack a smile.

“Fuck, Juno,” he murmured, gazing down at her in a way that extinguished any remaining hostility in her. His warm eyes darted down to her lips, and back up to hold her gaze. He stood in front of her, gently grabbing her smaller, blood stained hands, and took a deep breath.

“I thought that I was gonna lose you,” he softly spoke, thumbs rubbing gentle circles over her skin. He was so close to Juno now, lips a breadth away. So close, so easy to just jump. Juno didn’t realize she had been holding her breath.

“I love you, Juno. I fucking love you.”

And with those words, she jumped.

[ragingdumpsterfire]

🍾🪩🥳

Delsin x Juno | Infamous Second Son OC

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The streets below buzzed with anticipation, groups of people gathered together, letting the worries of life fall aside for a night with the promise of a new beginning. All of Seattle had taken a well deserved break to find a spot to watch the fireworks and ring in the new year, and the two conduits perched on top of a rooftop billboard were no exception.

Juno had a well worn plaid blanket wrapped over her shoulders, thermos of hot chocolate in her hands, head leaning against Delsin’s impossibly warm body. He had his own thermos, which was sloshing around dangerously as he waved his hands, recounting the time he had tagged a DUP agent’s helmet with a particularly suggestive design. Juno couldn’t stifle the snorting laughter that erupted from her, the idea of Delsin going so low as to draw a dick on some DUP agent caught her off guard. He was usually more tactful when it came to portraying his ideas and worldview through art. This DUP agent must have really pissed him off.

A loud cheering from the crowds below cut Delsin’s words short, Juno quickly pulling out her phone to check the time. 11:59 pm.

“Del, holy shit, it’s almost time!”

Drinks are set down as the pair turns their eyes to the skies, waiting for the explosions of fireworks in the Seattle sky. As Juno starts counting down, voice joining in unison with the others in the streets below, Delsin glances over, watching the way that her eyes reflect the city lights. The way she got little creases at the corners of her eyes whenever she smiled. The way she looked onto the world with wonder. He always felt his stomach flip flop a little whenever she looked at him like that, those blue eyes gazing up at him like he was the only other person in the world.

“Ready?”

The question breaks him out of his thoughts, and Delsin turns his gaze back up to the sky, his own voice melting in with hers. As the countdown reaches the last few seconds, Juno feels a warm hand grab hers, long fingers entwining, and she glances over, finding herself dangerously close to those warm eyes. The shouts of glee from the city fade away into ocean waves of background noise, fireworks sparkling somewhere in the sky above. The smile playing on Delsin’s lips tell Juno a story unspoken, and his reply is the only thing that Juno hears as the crowd beckons on the new day.

“Ready.”

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Don’t Look Into the Void

Infamous Second Son OC: Juno Moore x Delsin Rowe

Content Warning: Juno gets chased by a very bad guy, bad guy things ensue.

I start this with a warning that I haven’t written much in a while. The ol’ writing brain just hasn’t been there, but the prompt of decay/surrender had me excited. So I gave it a shot. Here is the resulting blurb from the 20 monkeys mashing keyboards in my brain.

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Hard concrete comes into contact with heavy boots, ringing footsteps a cacophony of fear as wide eyes dart around, trying to find some vestige of safety in the dark city streets. The dark buildings around held no passing thought for the chase happening in their midsts; they were merely silent observers. Tears start running down windchapped cheeks, a scream threatening to burst forth into the world.

“Juno”. The word is long and drawn out, taunting and sneering and bouncing off the brick walls around the woman. Following her. Chasing her. Hunting her. 

“Look at you run, Juno”.

A moment passes, then a cold, snarling laugh rips through the alley, closer to Juno than it should be. It sends waves of tremors through her body as her feet hit the pavement, a vain attempt to carry her away from her predator. Her hands plead with the environment around her as she runs, trying to grasp any source of energy that would serve as fuel for an attack. Nothing happens as she desperately reaches out, a sob choking her as her lungs burn from the exertion. Juno frantically runs through a route in her mind for the thousandth time, left down here, then right down there, jump the fence if the gate is locked. This is a path she had traveled hundreds of times, and her feet now move mostly by instinct. 

The corner of the alley approaches, twenty feet, ten feet, five, and Juno stumbles, fingers pawing at the ground in an attempt to keep herself upright and moving. She can feel the skin scrape up against the rough ground, but she pushes off the ground with momentum, uprighting her body again and skidding around the corner. She knows there should be pain, but she can’t feel it yet. All she can feel is her heart thumping wildly in her chest and the screaming pain in her body to keep moving. The scream telling her to keep running at all costs is cut short by a different scream, one telling Juno that something is horribly, terribly wrong. 

Oh no. No no no no. NO!

Juno’s eyes look around in a frenzy, a wave of nausea hitting her. There wasn’t supposed to be a wall at the end of this alley. There was never a wall here. Juno had taken this alley many times, hell, a hundred times, just to cut through traffic. There was never a wall here. There was never a fucking wall here.

“Fuck!” The yell reverberates down the alley, muffled sobs breaking the frigid night as Juno slumps to the ground, back against the wall like a cornered, dying animal. There aren’t any fences to climb, windows to jump into, escapes of any kind. Movement at the end of the alley causes Juno to focus on the invader, eyes locking with a tall, dark figure. This man, this monster, stalks towards her, hands behind his back as he surveys his prey. He was dressed in all black, long body blending with the shadows that seem to bend around him. His face was hidden with a hood, always having an advantage over those he hunted. Something oozed from the ground beneath his feet, black as the void and flooding the alley with an acrid scent. It permeated Juno’s senses, burning her nasal passages and filling her eyes with stinging tears. A clicking sound emits from the man, now five meters away, then a sigh. Juno is filled with a burning rage as the familiarity dawns on her.  She’s heard this before. The sound was that of an authority figure before hitting a misbehaving child. 

“Whatever am I going to do with you”, crooned the velvety voice. “You’ve made me chase you all over town. You’ve caused me quite the inconvenience, did you realize?”

Juno’s eyes dart into the darkness under the man’s hood where facial features should be, but the space is unnaturally dark. Something deep inside her screams at her to run, to fight, to do anything. She knows the man is looking right back at her, she can feel his gaze. And for a moment, something like a glint in his eye shimmers. 

“What the fuck do you want from me,” Juno spits out, rage flowing through her words. Her body aches, muscles and ligaments pushed past their limit, body scraped up and powers absent. She glares up at the man as he wanders closer, inspecting her. There’s a soft chuckle, and she can tell that from under his hood, he’s grinning. 

“Well, it’s really quite simple, Juno,” he begins slowly, as one does when explaining to a young child. “Like you, I am also a conduit. Unlike you, however, I don’t get my power source from such quaint places as yourself.”

He paces in the alley slowly, always clasping his hands behind his back, always keeping his gaze towards Juno.

“You, my darling, get your power from…oh what was it…” 

He pauses, cocking his head and putting his finger to his lips, mocking her. 

“Ah yes,” he says in that velvety, predatory tone, causing Juno’s skin to crawl. “You get your power from deposits of pigment in the world, perpetuating brightness and light in a circle of creativity. How adorable.” The last word is drawn out far too long, venom dripping on his lips. But it is the hunter’s next action that makes Juno flinch back, feeling the rough wall digging into her skin. As he drops down into a crouch, close enough for Juno to see glints of light reflecting off his pointed teeth, he gestures to the pool of black tar underneath him.

“You see, I am the antithesis to your abilities, darlin’. I grab life around the throat and throttle the hell outta it.” 

As he lazily waves his hand over the tar, it moved to match his motion, dripping upwards against gravity to meet him, tendrils wrapping around his fingers like a vine. Quiet rustling from the side of the alley catches Juno’s attention, but she doesn’t take her eyes off the man in front of her. She inhales sharply as he swivels his head towards the noise in a hawklike motion, staring down the source. Juno’s eyes trail cautiously over to join the man’s line of vision, and sees a young rat, small nose wriggling as it sniffs and rifles through decaying leaves. It doesn’t heed them any attention, and Juno internally yells for it to run, to just get away from the inevitability that Juno can sense. 

A low growl of a chuckle leaves Juno’s pursuer as he sees her distraught expression, and he raises a finger towards the animal. Like a viper strike, the black tar lunges forward, wrapping around the rat in a tight embrace. It emits a high-pitched series of squeaks as it thrashes against the tar, trying to break free. Juno’s attention is brought back to the dark figure beside her as he clears his throat, peering at her. The rat’s shrieks drill into Juno’s consciousness.

“Now as you can see,” the man explained wryly, “I drain my power source from living things. And depending on how I’m feeling at the moment, I can make the experience quite painless, given—oh no no no, look at me—given my power source doesn’t struggle.” There’s a sinister emphasis on the last word, and Juno shrinks under his invisible stare. The frantic squeaks become calmer now, and when the man nods towards the animal, Juno’s eyes follow. The rat is grayer, more fragile than before. It had aged in moments, its life force slowly sucked out of it by the tar and into the man. A hand darts out and grabs Juno’s chin roughly, bringing her focus back to the dark, faceless hood. 

“And what happens if they struggle and fight back, you ask? Well, honey, that’s when the real fun begins.” 

Juno’s hands rush up to cover her ears as the alley is flooded in a piercing squealing. Her eyes dart back to the rat, and is met with an image of flesh ripping and disintegrating, peeling off in shreds and revealing bones and organs spilling onto the hungry tar. Bile rises in Juno’s throat at the putrid sight and smell, her eyes burning, and the contents of her stomach spill out on the ground beside her. Within mere moments, all is silent once more, and the only remnants of what once was a living creature were bones. Rapid aging and decomposition happening right in front of her eyes, a horrific power for a conduit to wield. She couldn’t stomach the thought of how many people this monster had used this ability on.

Juno wipes her mouth off on her sleeve, trying to erase the image of the tortured animal from her retinas. A hand appears in front of her face and the fingers snap. 

“Hey, hey, look up at me,” demands the voice, and Juno’s eyes follow to once more peer into the void staring at her. “Now I’m going to tell you what I was trying to tell you before you ran off earlier.” A small huff comes from the man, and he continues. “I need a constant living source to pull from to keep myself full. As you can see,” he said, gesturing to the remains of the rat, “can’t do shit once my source is dead. So, I’m gonna give you two options.” He held his v-shaped fingers in Juno’s face to further emphasize the point. “My suggestion would be to come with me all quiet like. I absorb my energy from you, and in exchange I keep you safe with me. As long as you do what I say, you won’t end up like our little friend over there.”

He paused, his demeanor darkening.

“If you decide to fight back, well…..let’s just say I’d much rather you not. I’d really prefer to not have to clean brain matter off my clothing so soon. And trust me, if you make me do that, I’ll be sure to make it as painful as possible.”

The pounding of Juno’s heart had to be audible to the man crouched next to her, and with a sinking feeling, she realized she had no way out of this situation. Become fodder for a fucking vampire conduit, or be brutally murdered in some Seattle alley. It felt like the world was crashing in on her, smothering her and ripping her apart as she lost focus on her surroundings. Fuck, no, this can’t be it. I…I have so much shit I wanted to do…

Juno barely registers the man stirring next to her, suddenly standing up and looking around, but then she looks up, and her brows furrow in confusion. The man cocks his head to the side, seemingly tired of paying her attention. She has no fucking idea what he would be focusing on after hunting her down like this. But then the scent hits Juno’s senses, the familiar, safe smell of burning ashes, and the alley is bathed in a fury of red light and embers that solidify in front of her. Within a split second, a figure kneels down in front of her, arms out wide to protect her, to save her. 

“Delsin!”

And the realization that Delsin is here hits Juno, and she starts sobbing, stinging tears rolling down her face and falling onto her sweater. Relief to not be alone washes over her, only to be replaced by the sudden horror that Delsin will be attacked by this hunter too. Warm, large hands come up and cradle Juno’s face, thumbs wiping away her tears as dark brown eyes look into her own. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s-it’s me, babe, it’s me. Shhh, it’s okay, I gotcha.”

“Delsin—Delsin, listen, you need to get the fuck out of here.” Juno’s speech is frantic and racing, her hands gripping onto Delsin’s wrists as her eyes plead with him to escape. “He’s a fucking maniac, Dels—he’s going to fucking kill us!”

Moments pass as the two lock eyes, deep brown into stormy blue, and something inside Juno snaps as she sees resolve in Delsin. He leans down towards Juno, sliding a hand up to gently cradle her neck, and crashes his lips into hers with a burning need. She can taste smoke and ash from a million wildfires on his lips, and in a moment, he’s gone, standing to face their foe. 

No, no—he can’t do this, god no, please Delsin, don’t do this! I fucking need you, Delsin!

Juno can’t distinguish the words being spoken as her head spins, an ocean roaring in her ears as she fights to stay conscious. A cold, harsh laugh. A chain dropping to the ground. Delsin kneeling down on the ground, the ooze of tar nearing him. 

“And you’ll leave her the fuck alone if you have me, right?” 

A deep, quiet chuckle, and a nod. And then the strands of tar surround him, leeching into him, swallowing him up. He’s facing away, but Juno can see the way his skin fades and grows brittle, his hair turns to streaks of gray, the way his clothes start to drape off him limbs and he shrinks and ages prematurely. There was no sound from Delsin, just the quiet acceptance of someone trying to protect their loved one. And as quiet as a whisper, he was gone from this world, leaving Juno alone with his remains and the hunter. The hunter who was now causing the tar to recede back from where it came from.

“Poor fool was so ready to die that he didn’t stop to think about how miserable you’d be. Ah well,” he stated with a smirk, “that’s a you problem, not a me problem.” And with a faint, frigid breeze, he was gone. 

At first, Juno sat there, just staring at the pile of clothes, the bones sticking out. Her eyes locked with it, glazed over. Her fingers absently rubbing over her arms, nails scratching at her skin. Tears poured down her face silently, her vision a blurry world of gray. Her lungs wouldn’t fill with enough air, and she was drowning, chest starting to rise wildly in any attempt to get oxygen. It wouldn’t come. Juno threw her head back and let the scream rip out of her that had been building, fists beating on the ground as she wailed. Her knuckles grew bloody and shredded, scrubbing at her face as if she could just wake up and end all of this. If she could just wake up. Wake up….just….wake up. 

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Juno’s eyes burst open as she sat up, arms fighting against something pinning them down. She couldn’t move them, and she screamed a long, mournful wail. She was surrounded by darkness.  

“No, let me go, get the fuck off of me!”

“Juno?! Babe, it’s me, it’s Delsin—babe, you’re okay, it’s okay, just listen to me.”

Juno turned wildly in the dark, only to meet two wide brown eyes gazing at her with concern, brows knitted downward. She knew those eyes, those were safe eyes. Those were Delsin’s eyes. He had his arms wrapped around Juno to keep her from thrashing and hurting either of them, circles under his eyes. He was half covered with their quilt and shirtless, and Juno’s awareness grew to recognize her pillow, the soft moonlight out the window of their apartment, the hum of a fan. They were safe, Delsin was safe. 

“Oh my god Delsin, you’re safe, you’re here—oh my god.” 

Juno’s arms flailed out to wrap Delsin in a tight hug, Delsin readjusting and wrapping his arm around Juno’s shoulders. He tucked a pillow up behind them, getting comfy against the wall behind their bed, and pulled the quilt up to cover them better. He softly grabbed her hand with his free hand, rubbing circles into the skin.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here, we’re safe, and I’m not going anywhere. It was just a bad dream, that’s all. Listen babe, I got you. It’s okay.”

Juno nodded slowly, head heavy with exhaustion, and she collapsed against Delsin’s warm chest, closing her eyes again, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. The room was comfortably quiet, and eventually her heart rate slowed to a normal pace. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, sleep beckoned her. She hadn’t experienced a nightmare like that in such a long time, it had been so real. But the warmth from Delsin and his quiet snores invited her into a deep sleep, one that provided much needed rest.

In the morning, as the delicate sunlight played through the window, Delsin’s arm was still around Juno when she woke up “Hey,” came a raspy, sleep-laden voice, warm as the morning sun. It filled Juno with comfort, feeling the embrace tighten.

“I’ll always keep you safe, babe.”

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The pitter pattering of soft rain fell outside the open window, a rhythmic lullaby for the slumbering city. With a deep, sleepy inhale, Juno fumbled with the worn quilt, pulling it up and covering her shoulders. She should probably close the window, but that would require getting out of the warm bed.

Nah.

With a content sigh, Juno burrowed into the quilt, melting into the warmth that radiated from the quietly snoring body behind her. A tattooed arm instinctively wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, enveloping her with the faint scent of dying campfires. It smelled like home. His face burrowed against her neck, slow breath pooling warmth on her. Juno listened to his deep, slow breathing, the sound persuading her to give in to her drowsy eyelids. The rise and fall of his chest against Juno’s back was the final push into a peaceful state of unconsciousness. She could feel a thumb brush against her waist, softly comforting her from whatever dream played out from beneath the red beanie.

Peace and safety had finally arrived for Juno, filling in the cracks in her heart softly and all at once. She found shelter in the heart of this other conduit holding her close in the quiet of the night. He was her fire in the dark, the sunrise on a cold morning. And this is how she drifted off, a small, tired smile on her lips, small hands resting on larger hands.

And this is how she slept.

[ragingdumpsterfire]

They both stood there, in her bedroom, two feet apart and laughter dying down in their throats. The warmth of silence blossoming as they realized how close they were together, how alone they were together. Realization enveloping them as her gaze faltered, his gaze dropping to her lips, a hot haze of revelry in the silence, the quietness, the closeness. The silence lasting a moment more, his burning gaze drinking her in, blue eyes meeting his. So quiet, so still, she could hear his heart beating. They hadn’t been so close together, feet apart, yet here they were now, close enough to feel the heat coming off in waves from one another. It was crystal clear what was going to happen next, so obviously clear, so painfully, tantalizingly, naturally clear, with the heavy rise and fall of her breath, the starved fire in his eyes. So, so clear.

And all at once, the tension breaks with the impact of a tidal wave, rushing and colliding together, merging and grasping and gasping, clothing lost like the turning leaves of autumn, softest of sighs and most desperate of cries radiating out from that quiet place in her room. He knows her so well, knows her inside and out, spends the whole night knowing her, loving her, drinking her in and everything she offered to him. She paints him into her memory, just as he is, crooked, tired grin in the morning, hair spread around like some kind of dark halo. He was everything she wanted, as she takes the photo of him in her bed, sunlight breaking through and illuminating the way he gazes at her. This is it. This was him.

[ragingdumpsterfire]

i can weave all the colors

around you

into prisms that outline

the shape of you

bend light

bend the very light for you

hold every hue known to man

in the palm of my hand

my empty hand

but here I am

with my tongue twisted

around all the words

i want to say to you

need to say to you

will these words ever come undone

from beneath my tongue

and out of my lips

to fall so delicately

into your heart?

[ragingdumpsterfire]

[Delsin Rowe x Female OC]

Sirens shrieked in the cold Seattle air, surveillance cameras blaring their alarms. The noise drowned out the chatting pedestrians, and an oversized military vehicle pulled up to the vicinity, earning an annoyed glance from the bystanders. Juno glanced up from her phone, locating the flashing lights. Shit. She watches them for a moment, blue eyes scanning the situation, heart sinking when the vehicle stops and boots hit the ground. Loud voices come from over the walkie talkies of the DUP agents, and she can hear their next target: a female bioterrorist. Juno feels her stomach turn as she panics and thinks back over the last week. Have I used my power in front of anyone? She couldn’t think of anything that would have incriminated her. Hell, she didn’t even like to use her abilities outside of her apartment. Discreetly turning around and working her way through the crowd, Juno quickened her pace to try and find an alley to leave the DUP’s search area. Even if she wasn’t the target, the DUP were known to attack first and ask later. 

Success. Nestled between two tall buildings was a little brick-lined alley. Juno ducked down into the alley and broke out into a brisk jog, mentally calculating where the end of the alley came out. Shouting from the DUP agents grew faint, and Juno slowed her pace as she came to the end of the alley. She let out a sigh as she rounded the corner, her nerves were finally calming down. She hated the DUP more than anything. An organization targeting entire cities on the basis of rumors, snatching and shooting at people from the streets. Neighbors reporting neighbors over petty disputes, citizens missing out of the blue, lives being ruined. 

“Arrogant asshol—“ left her mouth, but the words stopped abruptly as her body collided with a solid form. Juno was slightly stunned, then judging by the grunting she now heard, the realization sunk in that she had collided with a person. 

“Ouch”, a warm voice chuckled, “arrogant I can handle, but asshole? I’m hurt.” A mischievous face looked down on Juno, soft brown eyes with a hint of trouble gazing down at her. A lopsided smirk turned into a grin at the sight of the tiny woman now falling back, and a large hand reached out to help stabilize her.  

“Oh my god,” Juno whispered, face burning as she grabbed the offered hand, slightly phased. “I’m so sorry—oh my god I can’t believe I ran into you.” After confirming that Juno was stable on her feet, the man’s tattooed arm went back to his side, and Juno‘s own hands ran through her hair nervously, biting her lip as she stared a hole into the stranger’s black sneakers. 

“Hey, it’s all good,” said the man, a metallic clanking sound filling the air. “You didn’t hurt me, but my project’s another story.” 

Juno’s eyes shot up at the words, a small oh emitting from her when she saw the context of the statement. The man she ran in to had been spray painting the wall, intricate details of a portrait, bold colors creating a poignant message. And now across the entirety of it, one long messy line of red. Because she ran into him. 

A long groan left Juno, and she glanced up at him. He wasn’t upset, his body language said that much. His hands were resting up behind his head, dark hair sticking out from under a maroon beanie. His entire appearance was relaxed, from his ripped up vest to his paint-spattered jeans. There was a gleam of mischief behind his brown eyes, his mouth turned up in a smirk, and he exuded boyish charm. There was no trace of irritation with Juno over the ruined artwork. On the contrary, he looked amused by the whole thing. 

“Again, I’m so sorry,” Juno began, “if there’s anything I can do to help, just tell me. I feel so awful about this, I-I was trying to avoid the uh…”

Juno trailed off, gesturing with a thumb behind her, the sirens just audible in the alley. The man chuckled, and began surveying his freshly marred artwork. “Yeah, I hate those assholes too.” Juno watched as he sprayed tactfully over the red, making it less obvious. 

He worked so fluidly, the paint can seemed like an extension of himself. Juno became caught up watching him work, the final piece evolving from its original intention. Her focus returned when the artist in front of her cleared his throat and broke the silence. “So, if you really want to help, how about you come by when I do my next painting? Come hold stencils, shake cans, watch the great master at work.” He glanced back at her with a grin. “How’s that sound, Miss Altruist?” Juno felt her face flush under his gaze, and she nodded, slowly at first and then a little more enthusiastically. “Yeah….yeah, that sounds great!” 

With a final flourish of his paint can, the man next to Juno gestured behind her, and the two stepped back to take in the finished painting. It was a bold message to the DUP, a message of defiance and spirit, and aesthetically pleasing to top it all. Juno glanced over at the artist, taking in his satisfaction. He wiped his hands on his pants, adding a few more spots of paint to them. Juno hadn’t noticed before, but he had spent time altering the denim vest he wore over his gray sweatshirt. Despite his carefree demeanor, Juno realized that his attention to detail must have been something he used in every aspect of his life.  

“So….my name is Juno. Figured you should know that since I’m now your new assistant.” This earned Juno a laugh. It also sent a curious sensation through her stomach. “Well then, new assistant Juno. I’m Delsin,” he stated a little formally, shooting her a grin. “You can call me Del….or Mr. Awesome Manager Delsin. Whatever works for you.” 

Juno shot Delsin a thumbs up as she laughed at the goofy expression he made. “You got it, Mister Manager.” 

Both Delsin and Juno couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous exchange. With the sun reaching their spot, Juno noticed how Delsin’s eyelashes framed his dark brown eyes, and the way sunlight showed various shades of chocolate hues. The way he looked down at her, grin softening to an honest smile. The way he looked down at her…the way he looked down at her. Juno’s face flushed with the sudden realization of the way he was gazing down at her, and broke the eye contact. Delsin must have had the same realization because he suddenly cleared his throat, looking back at the art on the wall next to them. 

“If you want to give me your phone,” Juno stammered, “I can put my number in so you can let me know when you work on your next project.” 

Delsin looked slightly shocked by the fact that she actually accepted his offer, but pulled his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans, unlocked it, and handed it over nevertheless.

“You’re not just gonna take off with it and run, are you?” 

Juno scoffed at the idea as she grabbed the phone, ignoring Delsin’s fake suspicious glare. 

“And…..there!” Juno stated, having entered her info on the phone, and handed it back to Delsin. For a brief moment, their fingertips brush, skin against skin. Delsin hesitated before taking the phone from Juno, as if thinking better of removing the sensation. The warmth of his skin coursed waves of something through Juno,  and she suddenly became acutely aware of the missing warmth once he removed his touch. 

The two stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the quiet of the lingering sunset casting a glow down the alley.

“Well…I guess I should head out,” Juno said, giving Delsin a small smile. “I think the DUP are gone now, and I’ve got a hungry cat waiting for me at home.” A pause, then she continued. “So…anyway…you’ll text me when you work on your next project?” She mentally cringed at how overly expectant that came out. 

Delsin raised a hand, giving a finger gun, and winked her way. 

“You bet! It’s a date, assistant.”

This little action, these three little words, lit up Juno’s face. She gave a small salute, and turned to leave, taking one last glance at his face. Her shoes seem heavy, heavier than they were this morning. “See you later, Delsin.”

Delsin. Delsin. Yeah, Juno liked saying that name.

…

As Juno rounded the corner, waving from down the alley before disappearing, Delsin removed his beanie and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a humored sigh. Quietly, he murmured to himself.

“Del, man, you just met her. C’mon, chill, she might not even be into you.” 

Delsin was left standing in the alley, looking at nothing in particular, lost in thought. His hands hung at his side, absently tapping on his legs. Suddenly, he remembered his phone, and pulled it out to look at the new contact. 

Juno Moore, Quality Control and Assistant Awesome Manager

He let out a laugh, a smile playing on his lips. “God damn…that girl is amazing.”

[My first rambling bit about my OC and Delsin! I’m still trying to get the hang of writing Delsin, and it’s been so long since I wrote anything substantial, so I hope this was okay! If you want to know about my girl Juno, here is some info about her.]

[pandoradoesotherstuff]

Nobody But You

Infamous Second Son OC: Juno Moore

I did a quick little cute blurb this week!

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The aroma of coffee filled the chilly air, orange leaves dancing in the breeze as laughter punctuated the sounds of a bustling Seattle afternoon. A trio sat outside at a coffee shop, their hot drinks steaming in their hands. Almost an hour prior, Juno and her coworker-turned-friend Sam had been enjoying a caffeine pit stop when a familiar red beanie ran by in the crowd. With fast reflexes, Juno shouted out to him, waving him over. Happily accepting the offer, Delsin had jogged over to the patio, gave Juno a hug from behind, and now the two were three.

Five minutes of small chat turned into forty-five minutes of giggles, paint-covered hands subconsciously touching smaller, softer hands, and shy eye contact. Sam sat back, arms crossed contentedly, grin growing wider by the minute as she watched the pair get completely lost in their own little bubble. She watched the way Delsin flushed slightly, eyes darting down to Juno’s lips, the way Juno nervously tucked her hair behind her ear with one hand as she gesticulated with the other. The way Delsin’s lanky body leaned forward in his chair, trying to be as close to Juno as possible. They really were cute together, Sam thought to herself. This continued for a little while longer, then Delsin stood up, stretching his arms up as he glanced around. Sam didn’t miss the way Juno’s glance darted down at the patch of bare skin peeking from under the plaid shirt, or the way she tried hiding the redness now forming on her face.

“Alright, I gotta run,” Delsin said through a small grin. Sam held back a laugh as the two sat there looking anywhere but each other, trying to find some way to stall. They failed.

“See you later, Junicorn.”

And with a small wave, Delsin turned and ran off.

A moment passes, then Sam playfully smacks Juno on the arm, getting a yelp out of her.

“Junicorn? Are you kidding me?? When’s the fucking wedding, and why haven’t you invited me yet?”

A scoff leaves Juno, but she can’t hide the smile forming, or the way her blush tinted her face in a rosy glow. Her nonchalant act wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Jesus Christ, Sam, we’re not getting married, it’s not even like that. He doesn’t even like me like that.”

A sputtering noise comes from Sam as she chokes on her tea.

“Doesn’t even like—Juno, are you fucking kidding me?? The man was practically eye fucking you the entire time. That boy is infatuated with you. If you got down on one knee and proposed, he’d go pick out a dress today. Don’t tell me he doesn’t like you. That’s insane, Juno. Insane.”

As Sam rambled on about all the signs that Delsin was a man in love, Juno happily sipped her coffee and got lost in her thoughts, the cold wind not feeling so chilly anymore.

So he likes me…huh.

[pandoradoesotherstuff]

This is the most damn precious thing I've ever read in my life!! 😭😭❤️❤️

Don’t Look Into the Void

Infamous Second Son OC: Juno Moore x Delsin Rowe

Content Warning: Juno gets chased by a very bad guy, bad guy things ensue.

I start this with a warning that I haven’t written much in a while. The ol’ writing brain just hasn’t been there, but the prompt of decay/surrender had me excited. So I gave it a shot. Here is the resulting blurb from the 20 monkeys mashing keyboards in my brain.

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Hard concrete comes into contact with heavy boots, ringing footsteps a cacophony of fear as wide eyes dart around, trying to find some vestige of safety in the dark city streets. The dark buildings around held no passing thought for the chase happening in their midsts; they were merely silent observers. Tears start running down windchapped cheeks, a scream threatening to burst forth into the world.

“Juno”. The word is long and drawn out, taunting and sneering and bouncing off the brick walls around the woman. Following her. Chasing her. Hunting her. 

“Look at you run, Juno”.

A moment passes, then a cold, snarling laugh rips through the alley, closer to Juno than it should be. It sends waves of tremors through her body as her feet hit the pavement, a vain attempt to carry her away from her predator. Her hands plead with the environment around her as she runs, trying to grasp any source of energy that would serve as fuel for an attack. Nothing happens as she desperately reaches out, a sob choking her as her lungs burn from the exertion. Juno frantically runs through a route in her mind for the thousandth time, left down here, then right down there, jump the fence if the gate is locked. This is a path she had traveled hundreds of times, and her feet now move mostly by instinct. 

The corner of the alley approaches, twenty feet, ten feet, five, and Juno stumbles, fingers pawing at the ground in an attempt to keep herself upright and moving. She can feel the skin scrape up against the rough ground, but she pushes off the ground with momentum, uprighting her body again and skidding around the corner. She knows there should be pain, but she can’t feel it yet. All she can feel is her heart thumping wildly in her chest and the screaming pain in her body to keep moving. The scream telling her to keep running at all costs is cut short by a different scream, one telling Juno that something is horribly, terribly wrong. 

Oh no. No no no no. NO!

Juno’s eyes look around in a frenzy, a wave of nausea hitting her. There wasn’t supposed to be a wall at the end of this alley. There was never a wall here. Juno had taken this alley many times, hell, a hundred times, just to cut through traffic. There was never a wall here. There was never a fucking wall here.

“Fuck!” The yell reverberates down the alley, muffled sobs breaking the frigid night as Juno slumps to the ground, back against the wall like a cornered, dying animal. There aren’t any fences to climb, windows to jump into, escapes of any kind. Movement at the end of the alley causes Juno to focus on the invader, eyes locking with a tall, dark figure. This man, this monster, stalks towards her, hands behind his back as he surveys his prey. He was dressed in all black, long body blending with the shadows that seem to bend around him. His face was hidden with a hood, always having an advantage over those he hunted. Something oozed from the ground beneath his feet, black as the void and flooding the alley with an acrid scent. It permeated Juno’s senses, burning her nasal passages and filling her eyes with stinging tears. A clicking sound emits from the man, now five meters away, then a sigh. Juno is filled with a burning rage as the familiarity dawns on her.  She’s heard this before. The sound was that of an authority figure before hitting a misbehaving child. 

“Whatever am I going to do with you”, crooned the velvety voice. “You’ve made me chase you all over town. You’ve caused me quite the inconvenience, did you realize?”

Juno’s eyes dart into the darkness under the man’s hood where facial features should be, but the space is unnaturally dark. Something deep inside her screams at her to run, to fight, to do anything. She knows the man is looking right back at her, she can feel his gaze. And for a moment, something like a glint in his eye shimmers. 

“What the fuck do you want from me,” Juno spits out, rage flowing through her words. Her body aches, muscles and ligaments pushed past their limit, body scraped up and powers absent. She glares up at the man as he wanders closer, inspecting her. There’s a soft chuckle, and she can tell that from under his hood, he’s grinning. 

“Well, it’s really quite simple, Juno,” he begins slowly, as one does when explaining to a young child. “Like you, I am also a conduit. Unlike you, however, I don’t get my power source from such quaint places as yourself.”

He paces in the alley slowly, always clasping his hands behind his back, always keeping his gaze towards Juno.

“You, my darling, get your power from…oh what was it…” 

He pauses, cocking his head and putting his finger to his lips, mocking her. 

“Ah yes,” he says in that velvety, predatory tone, causing Juno’s skin to crawl. “You get your power from deposits of pigment in the world, perpetuating brightness and light in a circle of creativity. How adorable.” The last word is drawn out far too long, venom dripping on his lips. But it is the hunter’s next action that makes Juno flinch back, feeling the rough wall digging into her skin. As he drops down into a crouch, close enough for Juno to see glints of light reflecting off his pointed teeth, he gestures to the pool of black tar underneath him.

“You see, I am the antithesis to your abilities, darlin’. I grab life around the throat and throttle the hell outta it.” 

As he lazily waves his hand over the tar, it moved to match his motion, dripping upwards against gravity to meet him, tendrils wrapping around his fingers like a vine. Quiet rustling from the side of the alley catches Juno’s attention, but she doesn’t take her eyes off the man in front of her. She inhales sharply as he swivels his head towards the noise in a hawklike motion, staring down the source. Juno’s eyes trail cautiously over to join the man’s line of vision, and sees a young rat, small nose wriggling as it sniffs and rifles through decaying leaves. It doesn’t heed them any attention, and Juno internally yells for it to run, to just get away from the inevitability that Juno can sense. 

A low growl of a chuckle leaves Juno’s pursuer as he sees her distraught expression, and he raises a finger towards the animal. Like a viper strike, the black tar lunges forward, wrapping around the rat in a tight embrace. It emits a high-pitched series of squeaks as it thrashes against the tar, trying to break free. Juno’s attention is brought back to the dark figure beside her as he clears his throat, peering at her. The rat’s shrieks drill into Juno’s consciousness.

“Now as you can see,” the man explained wryly, “I drain my power source from living things. And depending on how I’m feeling at the moment, I can make the experience quite painless, given—oh no no no, look at me—given my power source doesn’t struggle.” There’s a sinister emphasis on the last word, and Juno shrinks under his invisible stare. The frantic squeaks become calmer now, and when the man nods towards the animal, Juno’s eyes follow. The rat is grayer, more fragile than before. It had aged in moments, its life force slowly sucked out of it by the tar and into the man. A hand darts out and grabs Juno’s chin roughly, bringing her focus back to the dark, faceless hood. 

“And what happens if they struggle and fight back, you ask? Well, honey, that’s when the real fun begins.” 

Juno’s hands rush up to cover her ears as the alley is flooded in a piercing squealing. Her eyes dart back to the rat, and is met with an image of flesh ripping and disintegrating, peeling off in shreds and revealing bones and organs spilling onto the hungry tar. Bile rises in Juno’s throat at the putrid sight and smell, her eyes burning, and the contents of her stomach spill out on the ground beside her. Within mere moments, all is silent once more, and the only remnants of what once was a living creature were bones. Rapid aging and decomposition happening right in front of her eyes, a horrific power for a conduit to wield. She couldn’t stomach the thought of how many people this monster had used this ability on.

Juno wipes her mouth off on her sleeve, trying to erase the image of the tortured animal from her retinas. A hand appears in front of her face and the fingers snap. 

“Hey, hey, look up at me,” demands the voice, and Juno’s eyes follow to once more peer into the void staring at her. “Now I’m going to tell you what I was trying to tell you before you ran off earlier.” A small huff comes from the man, and he continues. “I need a constant living source to pull from to keep myself full. As you can see,” he said, gesturing to the remains of the rat, “can’t do shit once my source is dead. So, I’m gonna give you two options.” He held his v-shaped fingers in Juno’s face to further emphasize the point. “My suggestion would be to come with me all quiet like. I absorb my energy from you, and in exchange I keep you safe with me. As long as you do what I say, you won’t end up like our little friend over there.”

He paused, his demeanor darkening.

“If you decide to fight back, well…..let’s just say I’d much rather you not. I’d really prefer to not have to clean brain matter off my clothing so soon. And trust me, if you make me do that, I’ll be sure to make it as painful as possible.”

The pounding of Juno’s heart had to be audible to the man crouched next to her, and with a sinking feeling, she realized she had no way out of this situation. Become fodder for a fucking vampire conduit, or be brutally murdered in some Seattle alley. It felt like the world was crashing in on her, smothering her and ripping her apart as she lost focus on her surroundings. Fuck, no, this can’t be it. I…I have so much shit I wanted to do…

Juno barely registers the man stirring next to her, suddenly standing up and looking around, but then she looks up, and her brows furrow in confusion. The man cocks his head to the side, seemingly tired of paying her attention. She has no fucking idea what he would be focusing on after hunting her down like this. But then the scent hits Juno’s senses, the familiar, safe smell of burning ashes, and the alley is bathed in a fury of red light and embers that solidify in front of her. Within a split second, a figure kneels down in front of her, arms out wide to protect her, to save her. 

“Delsin!”

And the realization that Delsin is here hits Juno, and she starts sobbing, stinging tears rolling down her face and falling onto her sweater. Relief to not be alone washes over her, only to be replaced by the sudden horror that Delsin will be attacked by this hunter too. Warm, large hands come up and cradle Juno’s face, thumbs wiping away her tears as dark brown eyes look into her own. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s-it’s me, babe, it’s me. Shhh, it’s okay, I gotcha.”

“Delsin—Delsin, listen, you need to get the fuck out of here.” Juno’s speech is frantic and racing, her hands gripping onto Delsin’s wrists as her eyes plead with him to escape. “He’s a fucking maniac, Dels—he’s going to fucking kill us!”

Moments pass as the two lock eyes, deep brown into stormy blue, and something inside Juno snaps as she sees resolve in Delsin. He leans down towards Juno, sliding a hand up to gently cradle her neck, and crashes his lips into hers with a burning need. She can taste smoke and ash from a million wildfires on his lips, and in a moment, he’s gone, standing to face their foe. 

No, no—he can’t do this, god no, please Delsin, don’t do this! I fucking need you, Delsin!

Juno can’t distinguish the words being spoken as her head spins, an ocean roaring in her ears as she fights to stay conscious. A cold, harsh laugh. A chain dropping to the ground. Delsin kneeling down on the ground, the ooze of tar nearing him. 

“And you’ll leave her the fuck alone if you have me, right?” 

A deep, quiet chuckle, and a nod. And then the strands of tar surround him, leeching into him, swallowing him up. He’s facing away, but Juno can see the way his skin fades and grows brittle, his hair turns to streaks of gray, the way his clothes start to drape off him limbs and he shrinks and ages prematurely. There was no sound from Delsin, just the quiet acceptance of someone trying to protect their loved one. And as quiet as a whisper, he was gone from this world, leaving Juno alone with his remains and the hunter. The hunter who was now causing the tar to recede back from where it came from.

“Poor fool was so ready to die that he didn’t stop to think about how miserable you’d be. Ah well,” he stated with a smirk, “that’s a you problem, not a me problem.” And with a faint, frigid breeze, he was gone. 

At first, Juno sat there, just staring at the pile of clothes, the bones sticking out. Her eyes locked with it, glazed over. Her fingers absently rubbing over her arms, nails scratching at her skin. Tears poured down her face silently, her vision a blurry world of gray. Her lungs wouldn’t fill with enough air, and she was drowning, chest starting to rise wildly in any attempt to get oxygen. It wouldn’t come. Juno threw her head back and let the scream rip out of her that had been building, fists beating on the ground as she wailed. Her knuckles grew bloody and shredded, scrubbing at her face as if she could just wake up and end all of this. If she could just wake up. Wake up….just….wake up. 

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Juno’s eyes burst open as she sat up, arms fighting against something pinning them down. She couldn’t move them, and she screamed a long, mournful wail. She was surrounded by darkness.  

“No, let me go, get the fuck off of me!”

“Juno?! Babe, it’s me, it’s Delsin—babe, you’re okay, it’s okay, just listen to me.”

Juno turned wildly in the dark, only to meet two wide brown eyes gazing at her with concern, brows knitted downward. She knew those eyes, those were safe eyes. Those were Delsin’s eyes. He had his arms wrapped around Juno to keep her from thrashing and hurting either of them, circles under his eyes. He was half covered with their quilt and shirtless, and Juno’s awareness grew to recognize her pillow, the soft moonlight out the window of their apartment, the hum of a fan. They were safe, Delsin was safe. 

“Oh my god Delsin, you’re safe, you’re here—oh my god.” 

Juno’s arms flailed out to wrap Delsin in a tight hug, Delsin readjusting and wrapping his arm around Juno’s shoulders. He tucked a pillow up behind them, getting comfy against the wall behind their bed, and pulled the quilt up to cover them better. He softly grabbed her hand with his free hand, rubbing circles into the skin.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here, we’re safe, and I’m not going anywhere. It was just a bad dream, that’s all. Listen babe, I got you. It’s okay.”

Juno nodded slowly, head heavy with exhaustion, and she collapsed against Delsin’s warm chest, closing her eyes again, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. The room was comfortably quiet, and eventually her heart rate slowed to a normal pace. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, sleep beckoned her. She hadn’t experienced a nightmare like that in such a long time, it had been so real. But the warmth from Delsin and his quiet snores invited her into a deep sleep, one that provided much needed rest.

In the morning, as the delicate sunlight played through the window, Delsin’s arm was still around Juno when she woke up “Hey,” came a raspy, sleep-laden voice, warm as the morning sun. It filled Juno with comfort, feeling the embrace tighten.

“I’ll always keep you safe, babe.”