#chaoswrites

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"Fuck, baby, you're so perfect- So-" He gasped, swallowing thickly as his head dropped forward, sweaty curls hanging in front of his forehead. "Taking me so good- Fuck you're tight- I can't- God, you drive me insane-" The string of compliments and expletives filled the room alongside your breathy moans, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing through your bedroom as his hips met yours, each thrust pushing you a little further up the sheets.

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You shake your head to clear the memory, now was most certainly not the time for you to be thinking about that. As you zone back in, you see Adrian staring at you almost expectantly, then realize he had asked you something while you weren't paying attention. You play it safe with a "Yeah, that is cool babe" and the grin stretching across his face tells you that was a good option. "Right? They don't have leg muscles at all, its all just hydraulics. Could you imagine-" He continues on, and with your head propped up on your chin, you do your best to pay attention. That feeling in the pit of your stomach, a subtle but growing want, makes it a little difficult, though.

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"Thats it- fuck, just like that- Cmon, baby-" He grunts out, fingers digging little bruises into your hips. "Doing so good for me honey. I know you wanna cum, cmon- Wanna feel it, cum on my cock, sweetheart. Thats it, baby, cum for me. Just like that, fuck-" He talks you through your climax, words falling past his lips like he couldnt stop them even if he wanted to, his thrusts growing erratic as he nears his own.

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"Uh- Babe?" Adrians voice snaps you out of it this time, an almost confused look on his face as he looks at you. You hadn't meant to zone out again, especially not so noticeable, but your clothes were starting to feel a little too tight, and you could feel warmth creeping up your cheeks. "Are you listening?" He questions, head tilting to the side a bit like a curious dog.

You simply clear your throat and nod, answering with a reassuring "Mhm, you were talking about spiders." Its an easy guess, and fortunately a correct one, earning a snort laugh from Adrian. "Cool. Well, like I was saying, there's only one species that are herbivores, which is like, insane-" He continues on, and you swear you're trying your best to focus, but soon enough your thoughts drift again.

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His face was pressed into the side of your neck now, hot and wet open mouthed kisses dragged sloppily along your skin between the seemingly never-ending stream of words. "Holy shit, baby- Im gonna- fuck, m'gonna cum- gonna fill you up-" Each word is almost huffed out, his control faltering as he tips over the edge, burying himself as deep in you as he can get. "Take it, baby, take it- fuck- just- just like that-"

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Suddenly, there's a hand on your thigh, and a rare moment of Adrian being quiet. The near shit eating grin on his face told you he wouldn't be for long, though, the already present heat in your cheeks burning a little hotter. "What'cha thinking about, honey?" He all but crooned, a teasing little twinkle in his eye as his hand crawled up your thigh.

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There was just silence as the faceless white mask stared at him. Jason simply stared back. "What have you done this time?"

More silence from the man before him.

He leaned over onto his cane, tipping his head to the side as he studied Redhood. The man had his arms crossed, hip popped and frankly looked quite pissed. Voron didnt understand why. He hadnt done anything ... /yet/.

"you're never just out and about. what are you planning?" his voice was harsh, annoyed as he took another step further into the alley, another step closer to the black-clad anti-hero.

Voron simply chuckled, "out for a stroll, looking for inspiration." it was genuine. He hadnt planned anything so far, since no one had tipped him off about any people or locations. But he'd been bored, so, wanting to see what he could find he left the comfort of his apartment. "maybe ill do some grocery shopping," he shrugged, shifting his weight onto the other foot. He should find somewhere to sit down.

"Grocery shopping my ass, youre a wanted criminal."

"i thought you would understand how a double life works. you of all people," he shifted again, moving his cane back to his side. "its sad, really. you cant see the good im doing around gotham."

That caught his attention. "i do. but no one else appreciates it. plus you just kill whoever you like!"

His point was valid, but who was Voron to care. he simply hummed behind the faceless white mask. "ah, Redhood. thats what sets me apart from you and all the heroes. i do kill whoever i like. i dont want /justice/, their punishment is death. not a prison where people escape from."

"Batman would argue that Prison is where criminals go."

"and what would you argue, my dear?" Voron watched as Redhood fell silent, processing what had just been said. He walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Come back to me when you've decided." and with that he was gone, cane clicking rhythmically against the cobblestones as he dissapeared further into the night.

"where'd he go?" Dick came jogging, a furrow in hid brows forming when he saw a mildly zoned out Jason.

"he uh, got away."

"what? got away? from you? uhhuh," Dick teased, a grin starting to form on his face. "whyd you let him get away?"

The idea of soulmates brings both a sense of fear and curiosity to people. The knowledge of being tied to one person and only one for the rest of your life can cause different reactions depending on the person it is presented to.

When you are finally old enough to understand this connection, you, like many others, become curious. This leads to you sneaking out of your house at two in the morning to run to the nearest pharmacy for the brightest blue hair dye you can find.

This, of course, leads to your current predicament of frantically looking around the halls of school, searching for another with matching hair color. You’d think they’d stand out like a sore thumb, rivaling you, but you come up empty.

Finally giving up, you reluctantly head to class before you’re late, hoping you’ve missed your other half and you’ll find them later in the day.

Slumping in your desk, you see your best friend turn to you with a smirk.

“Rough day, Yn-chan?”

You sigh, your friend’s overly-cheerful voice souring your already bad mood. “Not now, Tooru”

“Aww is it ‘cause someone got their head stuck in a cotton candy machine?”

His response only causes you to glare and sink further into your seat as the teacher walks through the door to start the lesson. 

The peace is only short-lived when he leans across the aisle to continue his words of encouragement, “Why would you even do it anyway?”

“What do you mean?” His question shocks you, not being the comeback you expected.

“Well, I mean, if I were you I wouldn’t. I honestly think you should dye it back.”

The surprise on your face must be evident as you finally turn your body around in his direction, him sitting back in his seat and fidgeting his fingers. “Dye it back? Why would I do that? And since when do you wear a hat?”

“I like wearing hats.”

“No you don’t. You say it covers up one of your best features. And stop deflecting. Why do you want me to dye it back?” You press on.

“I-it’s just—imagine how embarrassing it must be for him. Waking up with blue hair and having to go to school like that with no warning. That would be horrible, you know? So, you should just dye it back…”

You squint at him, trying to determine his real reason for feeling this way. He’s your best friend along with iwa, he should support you. “Actually, I like the blue. I think it suits me,” you counter, turning back to the front with your arms crossed. You hear him huff next to you before doing the same.

The day passes quickly and the boys head off to practice leaving you to walk home by yourself. Two blocks from the school, you turn around, deciding you might as well wait for the two with the possibility of hanging out afterwards. 

Arriving at the gym, you walk straight in, this being a regular occurrence that team is used to. Most of the team was already out warming up when you entered, some waving and nodding in your direction once they noticed your presence. 

You glance to your left as here the tell-tale signs of Oikawa coming out of the locker rooms, ready to start practice, and you freeze. There, in all his glory, is your best friend with bright blue hair and laughing with Iwaizumi. You don’t even give him a chance to acknowledge you before you rush out of the gym leaving the door slamming behind you. You know it’s a childish move, but you can’t stop running as you fell the tears starting to fall down your face. 

He grabs your hand from behind, dragging you to a stop before pulling you directly into a hug. You attempt to remove yourself from his hold but he proceeds to hold you tighter, not letting you escape.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You knew this whole time and you didn’t even say anything! Why would you do that to me?” you sob into his chest, resigning to his embrace.

He grips you closer to his body, sighing into your hair, “I know. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you, I did. When I saw you walk into the classroom today and your hair was the same shade as mine, you don’t know how happy I was to know that I was destined to be with you for the rest of my life. But I was scared. God, was I scared. I just—I didn’t know how you would react to me.”

You look up at him from your place in his arms, glossy eyes flooded with confusion. “I don’t understand. Why?”

“I was scared you didn’t want it to be me. I thought you would hate me. I know I’m a lot to deal with sometimes and I know I’m a bit much and I didn’t want you to have to settle for someone like me. You shouldn’t have to—“

“Can you shut up for five seconds and think maybe I actually wanted it to be you? That maybe I actually liked you this whole time? Why do you think I did this to my hair? I was just as scared as you, Tooru, but it’s always been you.”

“Really?”

“Always,” you huff.

His eyes gaze into yours, searching for any hint of a lie. All of a sudden, his lips are pressed to yours, arms wrapped around your waist and pulling you closer. Your hands travel up to his hair, tugging on the thing that started it all while you got lost in each other.

"C'mon, Vigil, we're almost there girl-" Adrian dug the spurs of his boot into his mount's flank, urging the horse to run faster. If he could just make it through this mountain pass, he'd be home free. A glance behind his shoulders tells him he's put good distance between him and the sheriff, but has the unfortunate consequence of preventing him from seeing the ripply blue rift he passes through until he's on the other side of it.

He's too keyed up on adrenaline to think much of it though, only focused on putting enough distance between him and his problem. By the time Adrian is reigning Standing Vigil into a slower trot, he's approaching a little town, eerily similar to the one he had just fled. Pulling his bandana up over his lower face, he slowly makes his way down the main street, keeping an eye out for trouble.

It had a nasty habit of finding him, and this time is no different, when he spots a man on a draft horse with a silver sheriff's star eyeing him down. And maybe its not the brightest to run on first sight of the law, but Adrian wasn't sticking around to risk it. Spurs to flank, and Vigil is off like a light again. Unfortunately for Adrian, the sheriff isn't far behind. Vigil is fast, but the draft has enough power to keep up with her, and before he knows it, theres a rope catching around his arms and abdomen, yanking him backwards off his mount. Standing Vigil rears back, whinneying as she skids to a stop, right as the sherrif slows his own steed.

"Steady now, Sentinel, we've got 'em." Adrian is unfortunately face down in the dirt, his arms held firmly to his sides by the tightened lasso, so while the voice sounds oddly familiar, he can't turn around to figure out why. He can hear the jingle of spurs as the other man approaches him, and suddenly theres a hand on the nape of his neck, hauling him up to his feet with an ease that makes his stomach swoop. Gloved hands wrestle his arms behind his back, snapping metal cuffs around each of his wrists. The man is pressed almost square against his back when he leans forward to speak in Adrian's ear.

"You're not goin' anywhere." And *Oh god*.

Adrian has to fight back the full body shudder, and what would have been a very embarrassing sound had it escaped. The voice is familiar because its *his*. Just, a little deeper, a little richer. Adrian's not sure how he knows, but he does, and the way it makes him feel was surely not in any holy book. "Uh-" He mumbles out uselessly, the mouth that usually got him in trouble unusually silent for once. Its almost too much to process all at once.

He's not given much time to think, either, before hes being hauled over a shoulder and all but thrown face down onto the back of the draft horse. At least now he can get a good look at the other man- other *him*- as Standing Vigil is lassoed then tied to the sheriff's saddle. His doppelganger hoists himself up, then snaps the reins, Sentinel falling into step on the path home.

The courthouse is empty when they arrive, the sheriff tying both horses to a post outside before hauling Adrian in, ushering him to his office. The door is slammed shut and his look-alike turns to face him, eyebrows furrowing together. Suddenly, he reaches out, yanking the bandana that covered the lower half of Adrian's face off. Its like looking in a mirror, almost. Adrian's features are a bit softer, there isnt a shadow of stubble on his chin, but it'd be impossible to ignore the similarities. It makes Adrien stop in his tracks, confusion settling onto his features. "Who are you?" He asks, voice rough.

Adrian clears his throat a bit, trying not to stare at the sharpness of his counterparts jaw. "Im uh- Adrian. Adrian Chase." All that earns him is his back being slammed into the wall, a strong forearm pressing up against his windpipe. He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes going wide. Adrien presses a little closer, eyebrows furrowed together tightly. "Are you fucking with me, boy?" He questions, voice low and dangerous.

Adrian shakes his head quickly, stuttering out a half panicked "No, sir-", and there must be something in his expression that makes Adrien believe him, because a second later the arm pinning him is gone. He clears his throat, staring almost awkwardly at the other man, who's staring him down too. Just as suddenly, his chin is being grabbed, head tilted side to side as Adrien studies him. "I must've fell of Sentinel, hit my head on a rock-" He mutters, disbelief evident in his voice.