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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BBS is a tragedy in many ways, but one of the things that gets me is that the catalyst, the one big thing that caused this mess to begin with, is so avoidable.
Like, the story starts primarily because Terra starts to fear himself (because of the darkness he has unwittingly 'used') and this causes a spiral of doubt and obsession. A spiral which he could've escaped from or maybe not even started if he just 1) had been taught the balance between light and dark properly (that darkness is more than just unquestionable evil, that light is more than unquestionable good, that they can and should co-exist in balance), and 2) had consistent socialization from more than the same 3 people.
Like. BBS is a cautionary tale about what happens when people aren't exposed to a wide enough variety of people and, therefore, end up naive and overly trusting because they never learned that people have ulterior motives. Terra is consistently manipulated and used by people literally everywhere he goes, because he can't see that they might not have the best intentions! He can't see the red flags because he doesn't know there are red flags to look for!
Xehanort knows this. It's why he targeted Terra to begin with: because he would be susceptable to his words. The main reason he couldn't use Aqua is because she was too confident in her own values, she didn't have the seed of doubt that Terra had. It's the only thing that prevents her from being used the same way he is, even though she is just as naive and trusting as he is.
Ven probably has it the worst socialization wise. Unlike Terra and Aqua who, presumably, has/had a family and life outside of the Land of Departure prior to beginning training there, Ven doesn't remember anything before then (not that he had much he'd be happy to remember anyway). And since he's the youngest and most 'fragile' one (due to being in recovery for most of his time here), he gets somewhat coddled and shielded by everyone else. Not to mention the way Eraqus completely forbid him from leaving and never intented for him to ever see worlds outside the Land of Departure. Sure, Terra and Aqua aren't typically supposed to leave either, but at least they'd be allowed in certain situations. Ven wouldn't.
Ven isn't allowed to interact with anyone outside of home. He's not allowed anything that involves the outer worlds. (He and Naminé are a bit alike in that sense. Though at least the people he's stuck with are nice to Ven and do genuinely care for him, unlike Naminé...)
BBS happens largely because Eraqus failed as both a teacher and a parental figure to all of them, but Terra most of all.
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