A/N: I was browsing the infamous fanfiction page and it occurred to me how view bad karma fics there were. I guess a more people like a hero but nothing can beat a badass villain for me. I decided to start a little one shot series revolving around evil Delsin and the aftermath of what happened, maybe a couple during in the game. If you wanted to leave a prompt or idea I'd be more than happy to give it my best shot.
Happy reading 3
Delsin couldn't even remember the last time he had felt happy. Genuinely happy that was, not the type of happiness he got from alcohol, drugs or sex. The type of happiness he got from Betty or Reggie or even his parents, that was what he truly missed. The reality of never getting them back, it didn't seem possible.
"You never told me what happened that day, D," Fetch said, bringing the bottle of whiskey up to her sore, chapped lips.
He would never forget it, the day he killed the Akomish, his entire family.
"I told you that you don't need to know."
She looked at him, her face pink just like her hair, either from the whiskey or the cold night air. "You're suppose to tell me everything, I'm your girl."
"My girl?" he snorted.
She stood and walked over to the ledge of the roof. "Yeah, your girl, your main bitch, your chick... your baby, your snookums-"
"Stop. Please, just stop," Delsin said firmly.
"Your woman, your lady, your-"
"Lady? Are you sure?" he stood up and walked over to where she stood.
She stared off into the distance and it took him a moment to realise what she was staring at. Seattle at night was a sight to behold. Fetch loved the city lights and the neon signs or maybe she just loved the power she could suck up, either way he thought it was quite cute the way her eyes softened.
"I'm a very classy girl, I'll have you know," she said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her delicate shoulder.
"Not with that accent," he murmured into her ear, feathering his lips against it.
"You love my accent, you think it's sexy."
"Sure."
They stayed silent for a while, that was one of the things he loved about Fetch; she always knew the right moment to shut up.
Delsin inhaled deeply and buried his face in her neck, she reeked of cigarettes and drink but he didn't care. She was all he had left after all, he had to love her now and not when she was gone. That's what happened with everyone else. She wasn't just going to be another memory, he would make sure of it.
Fetch turned her head to the side so her noses brushed against his. "I'm cold," she whispered. "And drunk."
"Let's go home then."
What did you think? Too cheesy? Please leave a review, criticism is welcomed and encouraged 3