#is . contemplative? and branches out into multiple pathways?

[fisheito]

Your crimson phantom Yaku post is such a good read but the entire time I was thinking how it's lowkey formatted like a disco elysium dialogue lolol

geuss i got that disco'leez in me (has never played it)

[nelapanela94]

Yellow and orange leaves floated on the calm water. Gray clouds mustered in the sky foreboding a rainstorm as shivering gusts of wind stirred the small branches of the trees nearby. Levi was sitting on the ground, his back resting against the largest tree trunk, one knee bent while his other leg laid stretched out in front of him. Steel gray eyes were lost in the landscape, as his mind wandered in dozens of memories that place brought back.

It was a bright and sunny day when you confessed your feelings for each other. You had left a note on the captain's desk, setting a time and place for the meeting. 3pm. The pond near the HQ; followed by a slackish drawing of a map indicating the path. He found you throwing rocks in the pond, attempting to make them skip, but they sank as soon as they touched the water. Levi sighed and approached you, grabbed a couple of small stones and stood right behind you. Lavender. The smell of your hair was intoxicating. He was too close you could feel his breath on your neck. You're releasing it too soon. He said to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. The raven-haired did a perfect demonstration and handed you the second rock for you to try again.

You triumphally smirked, your eyes following the rock bouncing multiple times before it disappeared in the water.

Levi shook the head, you had deceived him and he could not believe he had fallen for your trick. You shrugged and turned around, locking your gaze with his. I just wanted to have you closer.

You stared at each other without saying a word, the sound of croaking frogs getting louder. Sweaty hands, pounding heart, he was first to speak. Can I kiss you?

Your lips parted and your eyes widened, a shade of pink crept across your face. The man felt the sudden urge to slap himself, wondering whether his words were to direct and offended you. He glanced down, embarrassed, but his eyes met your (e/c) orbs once again when your giggles filled his ears. You silly. You don't have to ask for permission. Take anything you want. Hug me, kiss me, bite me, eat me, break me. And don't be sorry when you're done.

His rough hands cupped your face. All the fears and insecurities drifted away as his lips made yours their prisoners. So sweet, so tender, just like he had imagined.

One day of late spring, you convinced Levi to spent your day off at the pond. You'd packed ham, cheese, bread, jam, fresh fruits and wine in a woven basket that, naturally, he was to carry. We're only two, (name). He growled and you rolled the eyes. You know I eat for two.

You stopped in your tracks when you spotted a bed of daffodils adding color to the pathway. You bent down, cut a yellow flower and put it behind his ear. Stop putting that grumpy face. You scoffed and slightly pushed the ends of his mouth upwards with your fingers. See, you're so adorable when you smile. In moments like that, he thought you were out of your mind. You must've been the only person in the walls who found him adorable.

It didn't take too long for your judgement to get obnubilated by the alcohol, your face all flustered and a dumb smile plastered on your lips. Mumbling no sense and complaining about the weather, you began to unbutton your shirt. Levi snorted and made a mental note to not let you drink too much again. His girl clumsily crawled towards him, and sat on his lap wrapping your legs around his waist. Your hands resting on his shoulders, you caught his mouth with yours hungrily and desperately. Your fingers traveled down his chest, past his torso, until they reached his belt. Levi broke the kiss, he knew what you were trying to do and grabbed both your wrists.

I need you now. You looked at him with half lidded eyes.

What if someone see us or hear us?

Let's make them jealous. And you kissed again, getting rid of your clothes as they were in the way. You nuzzled your face into his neck, moaning his name while his hands gripped you by the hips, guiding you up and down. Your bodies fit perfectly, just like they were molded for each other.

On his last birthday, you visited your secret place once again. You were laying on the snow sweeping your arms and legs drawing an angel. Levi thought it was a stupid idea, but when he saw the joy and delight in your eyes he had no other choice but to lay down beside you. It was fun, but he would never admit it to you. You rolled over onto your sides contemplating each other in silence.

He loved all of you. Your eyes, your smile, your scent, your voice. The way your lips caressed his skin and kissed his scars. He loved when your fingers played with his hair, and the cheesy notes you left in his office. Only with you he could take his armor off, let his guard down. The only person he could bare his soul to.

Was he worthy of all this happiness?

Let's wipe out all the titans and get married. You broke the silence. We can start our own family. Imagine mini yous and mini mes running around making us crazy.

He looked at you in astonishment, trying to process your words in his head. You sat up and drew out a tiny box from one of the pockets of your thick jacket. Levi sat up too.

Happy birthday, Levi. You smiled as he took the nicely wrapped container from your hands and opened it up, revealing a pair of golden rings. Gray orbs glanced back at you. It's a promise. You explained. And a reminder that our souls are bound to each other forever.

But forever came to an end.

Desperate, he searched for you in the woods and found you severely injured, the titan you had taken down was already evaporating, but at what cost. He quickly dismounted and ran next to you. Blood sprouted from your torso, your face was pale and your eyes had lost their glint. Levi you whispered, my beautiful boy. I'm happy to see your face one more time.

No, no, no.

You could not leave him, not you. You had made a promise.

He tried to stop the bleeding, but it was too late. You had lost too much blood, you would not make it back wall Rose. Find me in another life, my love.

Pain crashed through his body bringing tears to his eyes. He hold you tight in his arms. His jaw quivered and tears rolled down his face as part of his soul faded away.

The survivors regrouped and headed back to the walls. Rain poured down, like the sky was mourning your departure.

It was the first time he visited the pond, your little place on Earth, after losing you. Levi looked at the ring in his finger and deeply sighed. He had already run out of tears to cry; his insomnia had worsened, reviving your death in his nightmares over and over again.

Why was the universe so merciless? Granting him all the love and happiness; and cruelly taking it away.

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I woke up with this in mind this morning. Thanks for reading :)

[ilovelollipopx]

May I request some Zed headcanons with a female s/o who is emotionless and hardly speaks at all, but she saves him from someone that’s after him before telling him she loves him a lot with a smile on her face? It’s fine if you can’t ^^

(I’ve set this when Zed was still in the kinkou order as well as i may call him Zed in 3rd person but when she speaks she’ll call him govos because that was his original name)

- It was the same thing again like the previous times before. Zed would sneak out beyond the borders of the order to use shadow magic along with Shen. But this time Shen came back earlier than usual

- Hardly talking to anyone at all unless spoke too was what was expected of her , though that odd routine changed when she asked Shen where Zed was as soon as he was sneaking back in

-Shen was surprised when all of a sudden she asked that question, which had meant she had watched them leave multiple times. He answered that he was still in a nearby forest knowing that even if the female didn’t speak much she wouldn’t say a peep about it. As well as the knowledge he as concluded that you had an interest in him

- From all the intense blank stares to opting to train with him and though his white-haired friend could not see it he was not blind to the obvious

-With that said she set off with her and it took her set of hook swords with her sheathing them just in case before sunset to reach the forest, taking to the treetops she began her search for Zed while staying hidden.

- She made it to an area where it was adorned shrubs and thick patches of leaves making it hard to see further on getting through but it didn’t stop her from finding a spot to pass

-There Zed was with those shadow marks on across his body and a still form of shadow identical to him sitting in front of him, so for once without the subject being training or creepily staring at him from afar she finally got a good view so she sat on the branch she was standing on with a knee propped up in case of having to get up swiftly

-It didn’t matter if she was scolded and punished if she was caught after all most of it didn’t matter until she started noticing him even after many tried courting her. Many of her emotions didn’t exactly change but the feeling of admiration and content was there

-Having no emotions to deal with meant top quality skill when training, not having the problems of second thinking or hesitance made her a keen assassin

- Though it was a surprise when something pushed her forward to which she unsheathed one of her hooks blades latching on a branch last minute stopping her fall on the ground floor, glancing back up she saw a shadow disappear into the air.

-Dropping to the ground landing safely on her two feet her attention turned back to Zed who had now stood up in a fighting stance though stood down once recognizing her  

- “Did you follow me here? he asked crossing his arms

- “No I asked Shen where you were although he didn’t give the specific area so It took time getting to here” she answered with an unfazed expression not at all caring about the stiff look he always cared on his face

-”Then if you purposely looked for me did you plan to tell master Kusho of Shen and I’s outings?” he asked uncrossing his arms

-“I have no care nor reason to report you to the Eye of Twilight I’ve only come to check up on you” the female responded before getting into an alerted stance which confused Zed

-A line of arrows were shot towards the two of them before Zed could notice, so quickly taking out both hook swords she redirected and stopped the arrows that were most accurate in target

-Up in the trees she could see figures like looked like vastayan by the furry appearances they had, so quickly she grabbed Zed’s hand and ran out the ground entrance of the small spot

-”We could’ve battled a couple of people with bows as well as I could’ve escaped on my own with my shadow technique” he shouted as the two navigated through rough terrain

-” Your shadow technique is still rusty and according to the shadow you used to push me you can’t even keep it around for more than 5 seconds, and those people with bows are The Ushki a nearby vastayan tribe which don’t like ninjas and assassins at all” you stated eyes still focused on escaping

-“And if we come back with blood on our hands then surely they’d know”

- Zed didn’t say anything, which made a little smile form on her face, he still had yet to grow up from his rashness at times, though she has experienced the moments when he was as wise as Master Kusho

-Eventually they had reached the entrance of the forest, aka the pathway they used to get in and thankfully unscathed

-Just in case they were wrong about not being followed anymore they walked their way back to the temple, and of course sneaking back in

-Heaving she sat on the ground quickly the sound of her hook swords clattering on the stone floor didn’t alarm her at all, Zed did the same,plopping down right next to her although he was trying to steady his breathes to an even pace again

-”Why would you risk going against Master Kusho’s wishes to save me?” he inquired his brows furrowed in confusion and suspicion

-”Because i love you Govos, though as everyone in the order knows im not really good at emotions,but all this time ive been admiring you from afar, its fine if you don’t feel the same way” she blurted out eyes fixated on him awaiting an response.

- He looked away from her having a look of contemplation on his face, before facing her and smirking leaning in closer, though she didn’t move or push him away, their lips connected together as they embraced eachother

-The kiss was quick yet it felt longer than that to them, Zed was the first to break the trance they were in leaning back with a smirk on his face

-”I guess this means that i’ll be the one saving you from enemies now on huh?”

[unadulteratedchaosdimension]

Building the first prototype of Branch (Part 1 of 2)

Now that we had a central idea and function for our music player, we needed to start creating the app itself. One decision we made early on is that we didn’t want to call the user-assigned attributes hashtags. We wanted a short, catchy name, and ideally one which hadn’t been used before. This led to us brainstorming up alternatives, which started the ideation process for what the name of the music player would be, as well as initial planning for the look and feel of the app. One name idea we contemplated was Trove, which means “a store of valuable or delightful things”, and allowed us some nice alliteration with naming the attributes Trove Tags, but ultimately decided against it due to there being a reasonably popular video game with the same name. Originally we had only considered synonyms for attribute, but eventually started exploring the possibility of using other short nouns. Coming across “twig” as a potential name for these user-generated tags, I started thinking about how multiple twigs combine to make a branch, and how branches combine to make a tree. This seemed like it could be a solid conceptual framework to build the app around, providing both a good hierarchical structure to organise content, as well as providing a lot of potential for visual imagery.

I started sketching out a basic layout of the main user pathways of the app on paper. My original concept was to base the layout and GUI around the structure of a tree. I came up with the idea of dividing the app into two main sections, one for finding new music, and another for listening to music you’ve saved. This solidified the decision of using terminology related to tree anatomy. User-assigned attributes are called twigs, and combining multiple twigs generates a playlist called a branch. Your branches combine to make your Tree, a library of all your saved music. The area for finding new music was the Forest (where you would explore other users’ Trees and find new branches). We decided on Branch as the name for the whole app, due to the figure of speech of “branching out” meaning discovering something new, as it fit well with our app’s intent to help people discover new music.

This is where I started drawing on the conceptual framework of a tree to generate ideas on what the app would look like. I realised from my initial sketches that manifesting the graphical user interface and layout in the form of a tree could come off as gimmicky and novel if done too literally, so I needed to either come up with a new system or experiment with abstracting it to the point where it didn’t detract from usability. Thankfully Figma, which I used to start digitising the screens, works predominantly with vector shapes, so I was able to come up with more abstracted visualisations of a tree and its branches.

Firstly I split the two main sections by colour. The Forest was green, and the Tree with saved branches was brown. The green and brown mirror the colouration of different parts of trees depending on their stages of growth. I used this to come up with a place holder idea for a homescreen offering the user two pathways: green to view the Forest or brown for your Tree. The idea behind this was that the brown section represents the trunk of a tree, while the green section represents a forest behind it. Tapping in the brown area will take you up into the tree, to the branches, while tapping the green area takes you to the forest to view other branches. I emphasised this idea using animated transitions between screens, shown in the GIFs in Part 2.

This colour system runs through the entire app, where brown buttons in the Forest indicate the functionality of saving branches to your Tree, while green buttons in the Tree indicate adding twigs to a song, therefore adding it to the Forest. I thought having a coloured rectangle running along the edge of the screen, again representing a tree trunk with branches coming off it, helped create a sense of place within the structure of the app, and reinforced the hierarchy of twigs forming branches which combine to make a tree. Further continuing this visual language, I wanted the screen where users added twigs to look like a new branch being formed. To visually represent a song moving from your saved library to being discoverable by others, I used a gradient going from the Tree’s brown to the Forest’s green. I applied this same concept of a gradient to represent movement between sections in the area of the app which allows you to save a branch from the Forest to your Tree, although because it was moving from Forest to Tree instead of the other way round, the gradient went from green to brown.

Another idea discussed in the ideation stage was getting rid of a traditional search bar in favour of a fill-in-the-gaps sentence builder, where users could combine twigs to generate a new branch full of songs which encapsulated a specific feeling or idea. This would mean we would need to create some sort of system to classify the tags, in order to combine them in a meaningful way later. I’ve created a basic colour code to use for our initial prototypes, shown below. I used Figma’s colour styles to create these, which let you make sure colours are consistent across different elements and pages, also allowing you to change them quickly. I used colour styles for the rest of the app as well, to ensure a consistent feel through the app.

[cosmicflowchart]

Stefan Butler/Reader - Do Something New

Summary: You remember Stefan Butler so clearly. You have to know if he remembers you too. Warnings: multiple pathways of reality, unreality, mentions of manipulation, helplessness, paranoia, loss of control, mentions of homicide Word Count: 2694 [it’s a doozy folks, strap yourselves in]

You know who he is before he comes into sight. Instinctively you’ve only got one ear of your headphones on—you don’t want Thakur invading your space again. You can tell from the footsteps that it’s almost time for your first conversation.

Of course, you play it cool. It’s what your predecessor did. You type in another line, hoping that resolves the error, knowing you’re a fool because it’s not going to work. It’s out of your hands.

You don’t get a chance to fix it as the walking slows to a stop and a voice drags you into the moment. 

“Right over here, programmer of the century!”

Thakur’s boosting you up for your guest. A useless gesture, really. You know the young man he’s talking to, and you know how he thinks about you. Namely, he can’t stop thinking about you. But what the hell, you’ll let Thakur think this is going to be a coincidence.

“This is our greatest asset,” he continues, and you look over to the young man, who you ‘haven’t met.’ Thakur moves in on your other side, trying to catch a glimpse of your game. The premise is a bit on the nose (or Nohs, if you will), but the only ones who’ll get it are you and whoever’s causing the restarts.

The young man’s hands tangle together, his darting, green eyes betraying his mounting anxiety, mixed with excitement at getting to see you, the “great” (y/n) (l/n). His shoulders are up slightly and tensed but you know he’s not going to notice, he’s too caught up in his own head right now. For a moment you admire the jacket he’s got on, you’ve never really noticed it but it’s this brown, almost tan leather. He’s wrapped himself in layers despite the heat, but you understand; in a way it’s like armor against an otherwise cruel world. His hair’s up a bit, curly black and soft, like a turbulent stormcloud settled itself on his head. You realize this is kind of appropriate, given his eventual mental state. You resist the urge to frown when you can’t recall ever getting to put your hands through it.

Whatever spirit’s out there controlling him won’t let him be soft. Even if it’s not soft with you, he needs a hug, if nothing else. For that matter, so do you. But you know that’s a problem for later. Right now, you’ve got to see how much he knows. You hope deep down that he’s become aware of the reality (or realities) you both are stuck in. But you haven’t proven anything for sure.

“(y/n), this is Stefan...er…”

“Butler,” you finish before Stefan can. He looks down at you, flustered.

“How-how do you know that?”

You shoot him a cheeky grin. “We’ve met before,” you chirp back with certainty. It’s so corny, you can’t help the dumb face you’re making.

“Have we? I don’t, I feel like I’d remember that. I mean, I-I’ve played all your games, but I’ve never met you until now,” he stammers. “It’s not every day you get to meet (y/n) (l/n).”

For me, it is, you think to yourself. But you hold out a hand and he shakes it, you can feel his hand shake, and your heart goes out to him. This is what hurts: remembering how sweet he is, before everything goes wrong.

“Just (y/n) is fine,” you assure him. “Wanna see what I’m working on?” His eyes go wider and he nods. You hit ‘run’ and the game starts on the main screen.

Beside you, Thakur folds his arms. Fuck him, you’re going to milk this meeting for all the cuteness you can get. You don’t get to see much cute in this forsaken reality.

“Nohsdyve,” Stefan reads the title as if he already knows what it is.

You glance up at him. “That’s right.” You start the game and play a few moments before, surprise surprise, the game freezes and ends. “Fuck me,” you declare dramatically, as if this hasn’t happened.

“What’s happened?” Thakur breaks his silence and leans down.

“Buffer error,” you and Stefan respond at the same time. You exchange a surprised glance as Thakur rolls his eyes.

“Alright, no need to rub it in. You aren’t even in yet,” he gestures at Stefan.

“You’ve got a game to pitch, don’t you?” you spin to face Stefan, stopping your boss from putting his foot in his mouth.

“Oh, uh, yeah, yeah,” he nods, remembering that that’s why he’s here.

“Why don’t I take this,” you offer quickly as you stand up, covering your keyboard so no one fucks with it, “and you, Mr. T, can take on that reporter who’s sitting in your office.”

“The one who asked for you?” Thakur clarifies, but he’s really saying, This is your mess, not mine.

“You know what happens when I talk to reporters. They make me look like an asshole and then you have to defend Tuckersoft, saying all that shit about how my opinions don’t necessarily reflect the company’s. Cut the middleman, and there’s no story. It’s right up your alley, boss.”

He exhales through his nose. “Take notes, and meet me straight after you’re done,” he orders before walking to his office. Normally Thakur’s supposed to take longer, but you want to cut to the good shit.

You turn to Stefan, who’s relaxed a little now that it’s just the two of you. “He’s normally more shouty, but I’m not complaining.” He nods, and you see his eyes flicker around in doubt. “Come on, then. Show me your game,” you request with a small smile.

A few minutes later, you’re sat on a table with Stefan in a chair on the opposite side. You watch him demo Bandersnatch as he crawls through the dungeon, talking you through the game and answering your questions. You don’t have any way to take notes—you don’t need to. You’ve memorized all this dialogue.

“I haven’t programmed this pathway yet,” he explains when the Out of Range screen appears. You know this, but you like hearing him talk. “It’s getting a little complex at this stage, but...well, I’ll-I’ll get to it.”

“You’ll figure it out once we hire you, right?” you ask him.

When he looks at you in surprise, it hits you what you just implied. Whatever, it’s a plot point, it’ll happen anyway. “Wait, you, you like it?”

“Yeah. This is exactly the kind of hip new game Thakur wants. Not only that, I will say that offhand, this is really impressive. It’s innovative, it’s fresh, and it looks quite good, considering you did this all on your own.” He looks at the screen as you say this. His smile’s so wide you’re afraid his face might split open.

“Thank you,” he remembers his manners for a moment, but even the tips of his ears are bright pink. You’ve got the benefit of too many versions of this conversation, but if it works, it works.

“I mean, taking the behemoth that is Davies’ masterpiece and turning it into this, that can’t be easy. Not just from a programming perspective, but from an intellectual, planning perspective. So many pathways and winding routes...could be enough work to drive someone mad.” By the end you’re musing, but it’s worth pointing out.

“It was.”

You look at him in surprise. He’s not looking at you, he’s looking at the game. “But you haven’t programmed all of it,” you clarify, wondering if he just said what you think he said.

“No, not...not in this time, but...no, it’s silly. Sorry.”

“Go on.” This doesn’t feel familiar at all, and it’s grabbed you.

“It’s just that, I think I’m here again because every time I try and finish this, I do something wrong. I’m not in control of myself anymore, I just...I don’t know, I’m just, just...stressy.”

That’s new. “You don’t say.”

“And you’re not supposed to be sat there,” he meets your eyes. “Usually, you’re sort of behind me just kind of watching. But it’s different this time. It’s different than my dream, I mean,” his eyes clench closed for a moment as he tries to make this make sense.

“What’s different?”

“You always leave me alone with him. I don’t know what happens now.” That settles it. He knows. 

You perk up, and suddenly this whole thing doesn’t feel so hopeless.

“Sorry, I, I don’t know where that came from.” He’s scared to look at you now, thinking he’s offended you. “This is going to sound weird, but I keep dreaming this exact scenario, like we’ve already met before, several times. And then you said my last name, and I don’t know if you’re stalking me or, I don’t know, but we already know more than we’re supposed to.”

“This is new, isn’t it.” He still doesn’t look. “New pathway. You haven’t explored all possibilities, because this one’s not familiar.” He looks confused. “You’re right, Stefan. This is different. We’re in just one of many, many branching pathways, but every time you do what they,” you gesture with disdain to the sky, “don’t want you to do, it all starts over.”

“Then...we’ve done this before. It’s not just a dream?”

“No. It’s too real to be a dream.” You hope to God (or whatever’s out there) it isn’t. For his sake, you insist it’s certain.

Stefan nods. “How much do you remember?”

“I know about you resetting when something goes wrong. I know about Netflix, about the therapist and your dad…about me dying in a bunch of them. I remember those endings. Kinda bites, don’t you think?” He nods after a moment. “Well. Didn’t expect you to remember this part. I mean, I do, but you’re doomed to forget. But if you haven’t...” You watch him. “There’s more to you than I thought.”

“I remember...I remember you. I remember hurting you. I remember hating that feeling, the, the impulse to make something happen. Sometimes it wouldn’t come and I’d let you live.”

“For which I was grateful.” 

“But not always.”

From this angle, he’s so precious. You want so badly to just hit pause and keep him looking this cute forever. But you’re not in control. Not right now.

Stefan suddenly puts down the controller and leaps up. You contemplate where the impulse ends and he begins. “Do something,” he urges you.

You laugh breathlessly at this, intrigued. “Alright. Any suggestions?”

“Some-something you haven’t done before.”

“I already did, right? I mean, I got Thakur out of this room so we could talk.”

“No, besides that. Do something new. It’s got to be massive, in the grand scheme of things.”

Instinctively, you glance at the door and head over to it. You stick your head out to make sure no one’s on their way to bother you. You close it again, and this time, you lock it. You’re not sure why, maybe it’s an ending you don’t fully remember. But you’re not gonna risk you-know-who ruining this.

“I thought I was crazy,” he laughs softly from behind you. When you turn to him again, his hands are tangled again. Normally, you’d just kind of nod and agree nervously, if it was anyone else. But it’s not, it’s Stefan. ‘Crazy’ doesn’t really apply when the world is so fucked. “All those dreams, all that...that imagining scenarios and all that. I knew that I knew you.”

“Of course you know me.” You walk over to him and take his hands in yours. “We can’t stay away from each other. Almost every ending has you and me together in some way.”

“But it’s not, it doesn’t always end well, you die so frequently,” his hands tremble, and you bring his knuckles to your lips and kiss them. He stops short and stares at you.

“There you go. I did something,” you grin at him. “If this ends soon, at least I got to do that.”

His face melts to pure joy. “I like this path a lot,” he tells you sweetly. Your heart melts instantly. You’re surprised the two of you haven’t just become part of the floor by now.

“I can’t keep being cool like this,” you hear yourself saying before you can stop it. “I’m in love with you.” He practically gasps. But you’re far from done. “I’m so in love, I’m surprised I didn’t say this sooner. I don’t care what happens to me in this time. If we have to be stuck in a loop for all of fucking eternity, I’ll find every way I can to let you know how wonderful you are. In spite of it all, in spite of everything the alternate versions of you have done, I’m not going anywhere. You hear me? I’m gonna make that spirit that’s making your life miserable work overtime. We decide this ending.”

“(y/n)?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Can I…” He stops himself, but you see his eyes flicker to your lips and back up, and you know what he wants to ask.

“Quick, before they make you do something bad,” you tease. He giggles at this.

His lips crash onto yours, and it’s like you’ve broken open the universe, and you feel the joy that must’ve been stolen from all your other lifetimes, all released at once. The two of you intertwine, clumsily at first--you’ve never gotten this close without him killing you in some fashion, so this is new. But as you get used to him, especially the way he almost shakes with joy as you break to breathe and then kiss again, there’s barely an atom of air separating you from him.

You pull back a moment to ask what’s wrong, he seems to be shaking more than before. But before you can get the words out, you see two fat tears stream down his cheeks, and you cup his face and swipe them away. He makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a gasp and he throws his arms around you. You realize, as you two hold each other, that your eyes have decided to follow suit.

“No matter what changes,” you swallow as you try to get the words out, you’re suddenly afraid this is all going to go away, “no matter what’s different, I fucking love you.”

“I love you, (y/n),” he’s having trouble speaking too, but he’s trying. “I’m sorry for all the terrible things I did to you.” He sniffles and you hug him even tighter.

“Those are all different timelines, Stefan,” you remind him. “You haven’t stabbed me in this one, so I think we’re fine.” This earns a choked-up laugh.

You step back a little. His hands are still in contact with your arms, not holding you but just resting there. Your eyes well up again as you look at him. “What do we do now?” he asks softly. You think for a moment. “Do we keep going down the path?”

“Fuck the paths,” you say suddenly. His eyes go wide. “Seriously. Every time we do anything related to this, or the fucking game, shit goes wrong. Look, I know this thing is your life’s work, but let’s just...let’s get out of here. If Thakur tries to stop us, I’ll remind him you’re not an employee. Not yet, anyway. Before you lose your mind trying to program more of that, or you kill me for trying to help you, let’s just enjoy this. But not here.”

“You mean…” His eyes light up.

You wipe your eyes and smile at him excitedly. “Get your coat, let’s go back to my place.”

The two of you leave the room, leaving the game stuck on an ‘Out of Range’ error screen. To your knowledge it’s still stuck there. For now, he’s not going to program that pathway. No one is. You two are going to enjoy being together, and knowing more than you’re supposed to, in the privacy of your own home. No drugs, no paths, no paranoia, nothing. There’s a comfy couch at home, and it’s got yours and Stefan’s names on it.

A/N: More fluff! I’m glad a bunch of you liked the previous Stefan/reader so much. I hope you liked this one! Be sure to like it if you did (and reblog it if you feel so inclined, but no pressure!). I’m currently open to requests [https://cosmicflowchart.tumblr.com/ask]. I also do Colin/readers but as you may have guessed by now, I enjoy writing for Stefan. Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a good day! You belong on this earth and you deserve joy <3 -Cosmic

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end = beginning.

TW: Suicide, death, murder, violence & gore. Read at your own risk.

The fox is restless.

There was this excruciating pain in his chest that he badly wanted to stab away, as if it’s just waiting to rip its way out from within his rib cage and crush every single bone to pieces to break free from its confinements. It’s been rebelling for months and weeks now, and it’s been searching for just the right gap to escape from his body and go feral exactly the way his grandfather warned him. The fox absolutely despised being entrapped, and he was told that sooner or later, it would try to take him over, no matter what it takes.

“Jongina, it runs in the family. It will try to consume you, and you will have a hard time trying to stay true to yourself when it challenges your spirit.

But you can resist it. You must.”

Hell. He had been resisting it well. He hadn’t even attended to its needs for what seemed to be a long time. He didn’t feed on blood to sate its craving. He didn’t go out to look at the full moon to allow its demands to be where it felt the most alive. He didn’t seek out sexual favours and gave in to its libido from multiple people like he would usually, because it's exactly what the fox feeds on, and the only person he loved, he protected with a spell to keep it away from feeding on its energy. And that rages it. It hates to be defied. And it wants to make Jongin pay for starving it to near death.

The fox 

is 

restless.

The sooner he let it live inside him, the sooner he realised that all the mishaps in his life and the restlessness he’d felt all along was caused by more than just him being heartbroken and distraught—it was that the thing lived beyond his emotions. It has become a part of him, and its rage affects him too. 

When he does let it out, it’s only when he has full control of his body, allowing the ears and the tail to breathe, so he can too, feeling less pain all over his body from restraining the spirit’s rampant need to break free. Yet, it wasn’t enough. The thing wanted him. His conscious mind. His body. His spirit. It wants to claim what was promised to it, sacrificed to it, given to it. But Jongin never asked to be given to the fox, much less becoming one with it. It wasn’t something he ever wanted to be. He never wanted to have to feed on blood of all things. Yet, countless nights of him crying his eyes out begging to whatever deities that were listening to turn him back into what he used to be, the fox merely laughed. 

The fear of being taken over and being changed into what he was afraid of soon only intensified, and he was no longer the same person anymore. He’d detached himself from people. He couldn’t be bothered to keep his friendships. He’s given up on love. And he’s no longer hopeful about being happy, when all he could be is to be immensely worried of his fate and those around him. There were countless times where he feared hurting those he cared for, and every time the thought crosses his mind, the fox just laughs, louder than ever, and mocks him for his naivety. 

I am you. You are a part of me and so am I, a part of you. To get rid of me is to get rid of yourself.

And then, he realised.

To get rid of it means to get rid of myself. 

And vice versa…?

He lied.

Those who asked were told that he’s fine. He’s just away, away to clear his mind, to make some space for the things that bothered him. Move on from the person he loves and turn away from the troubles of it all. Seek some solace and come back a better person. He made them believe that he’s fine, that he’s recovering, that he’s safe with his grandparents. 

Nearly two weeks had passed then. His lies probably still held true to some people. He had hoped that they still believed it. So they won’t worry. So they won’t find him, so they won’t stop him.

Because he can’t stand it any longer and it had to be done.

There was a big circle of salt on the ground, and stacks of wood in the middle. Pig blood scattered around it, with what he thought would ward off spirits and make peace with them. An offering of sorts, in hopes that they wouldn’t interfere with what he’s trying to do. He stood in the middle of the forest, staring at what’s about to come for the two of them. The trick was to kill off the spirit, the demon, or whatever it was residing inside of him along with him, and not allow it to escape. He was hopeful of this. He learned enough from his grandfather’s exorcism rites, and hoped this would do. Even with what little knowledge he has of it.

Somehow, the fox had been silent that day. It didn’t rebel. It didn’t say a word about his attempt to kill it together with him. Perhaps it knew the end would come, though never would’ve thought someone like Jongin would resort to anything like this for the sake of it.

“If I die, you’ll die,” he says every once in a while as he stacks up as many chopped wood on top of each other. Sometimes it comes across like a chant, sometimes it sounded like he was only trying to convince himself with utmost optimism that this was surely to work. Yet again, the fox didn’t say a thing, and not even a glimpse of it showed itself. A part of Jongin grew paranoid. 

The sun was starting to set. Less than an hour more and darkness will cover the grounds until he’s left with only the small flashlight he bought at the camping base, along with the matchsticks and gasoline. He strayed far away from the site and deep into the forest, so to make sure no one will ever know he’s there. And when it’s finally time, he poured gasoline inside the circle, and onto the chopped woods. Being as thorough as possible, just to make sure.

He was determined. He did think about the people he’s leaving. But he was sure, so immensely sure that he holds not that much of a significant place in anyone’s lives at this point, that his disappearance would be a breeze. 

They’ll be okay. They’ll survive. Stop thinking about it. There’s no point contemplating now. 

He’s doing this to protect everyone anyways.

By then, it was almost 7 in the evening. Darkness has fully engulfed the forest by now, so he lit up the matchsticks and threw it into the huge pit he made. The flames hurled aloud, and he backed away a bit from the intense heat. The hot ribbons of light looked like they were dancing as the wind blew softly. 

He wasn’t sure what the fox was thinking now. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking either. Or where to begin. But one thought remained: So, this is how I die? He imagined it would’ve been a lot... A lot more peaceful, perhaps. On his bed, in the arms of a loved one. 

But that’s merely fantasy now, not even something he could ever get even if he wanted it. There’s no hope for someone whose life has basically come to an end because of a curse that can’t simply be undone unless he does the sacrifice himself. It was the only way... or so he thought.

It’s going to be quick,

was one of the last thoughts he had before he stepped inside the burning fire, roaring wild and shrieking with every crisp blow of the windy breeze as it engulfs the entirety of his body whole, swallowing him in the blaze. Strangely, he felt welcomed in its warmth.

Goodbye.

Some few days later.

Daytime pulled its curtain, and nighttime fell. 

The campsite had no visitors for the night, and there was only the faint sound of chirping crickets that occupied the walk of a certain 40-something man, who found it convenient to go for a hunt at this time of the night. He bribed the guard to allow him to enter. Someone like him always has his way to get whatever he wants.

He noticed the deafening silence that awaits the pathway ahead. The tick of his wrist watch clicked rather loudly as he entered the site that led further up the hills, and he suddenly felt a cold shiver going down his spine when he stepped on a big rock to look over his surroundings from a higher view. Strange. The weather has become unusually cold out of nowhere.

There’s a noise, the crunch of leaves and branches from a distance. Turning on his phone’s torchlight, he aimed it towards where he heard the sound. A quick shadow passed by—was that a person? What human moves that fast?

The man quickly put away his phone, squinting in the dark trying to make out the dark figure. There was a tail, and a pair of ears. No doubt, just a wild animal. It moved about from one tree to another, then returned to the first tree it lingered around when he first saw it. As the hunter slowly stepped behind a tree to hide, the unknown creature moved forward, closer towards him. It didn’t seem to have spotted him, though, much to his advantage.

He noticed something strange about the creature. It stood on hind legs, with a stance of a human, now suddenly moving rather slowly and with a limp, as if injured on one leg. When it turned to the side, he noticed the tail—or tails, standing tall and unusually parted into two. It had a white, silverish fur that glimmered under the moonlight, and the thing made a small howling noise as it slowly moved closer, and closer. As if it was looking for something. Yet, the man thought it was his lucky day, This is such an easy prey. 

Rifle in another arm, readily held out, trying to aim for a shot. It’s going to be a blast bragging about his new catch of the day to his mates. Wonder what they can do with the beautiful fur though? Maybe a new rug? A jacket for upcoming winter? A rare piece of fabric? He shuddered in clear excitement. He couldn’t wait to take a closer look at this majestic being. What a shame that it had to die.

He waited for it to get just a little closer. Damn, should’ve used a trap. He didn’t want to let this one go, it’d be a shame. From this distance, though, he’s pretty sure he can aim for the other leg. With a well aimed angle, he pulled the trigger, and a loud bang echoed throughout the forest—

But gone.

It’s suddenly gone.

The man widened his eyes in confusion, looking around frantically and wondered where he could’ve missed the thing. It was just there, and then the next second it‘s no longer in sight. What the fuck just happened? 

He stepped out from where he hid and rushed to see the spot he shot. Right here. Just here.

“Looking for something… or someone?” a low raspy voice asked. Startled by the voice, he turned around, but the sight that met him made him shudder.

The thing was a person after all, except... not quite. 

Bright, glowing yellow eyes. A pair of fluffy white ears, and two tails that pointed threateningly towards him. Sharp, long fangs that reached his bottom lip, digging into the soft flesh, chewing, drooling. One could tell how famished and starved it looked, probably for days and probably weeks. Up close, he observed that the thing is undoubtedly as human as he is, but with other features that aren’t. 

It snarled.

“What were you trying to do to me?” it asked. It could talk. The man backed away when the thing took one step forward, a sinister smile stretching far too wide across its face, showing rows of pearly whites, with big fangs on display. It sniffed, and the man raised his rifle and pointed it at it. 

“Fuck off! What the fuck are you? Stop fucking with me punk!” 

It roared with laughter, and a heavy drool left its mouth, dribbling down its chin. There’s a wet slurping noise it makes as he walks to one side, eyeing the man with that smile of his, looking at him from head to toe. 

“Very interesting that my very first meal would be a rich, cocky old man. Don’t worry, I won’t butcher up your body too much—“

Bang. 

A shot, right onto his chest. The gaping hole spurted with blood, and he coughed out some more. He looked up, the male evidently panicking as he froze in his spot. 

“Oh my oh my, I applaud your bravery, human,” it laughed again, pressing a hand up against its chest. Just like that, the hole was gone, but the blood remains. Two blue orbs suddenly emerged behind the creature, glowing as bright as its yellowish eyes, and they started to spin in circles, almost as if to scream out a warning to those who encountered its master.

“But a bullet won’t kill a god.”

The man freaked out even more, and that’s when he took the cue to leave the scene and flee, turning on his feet and leaving what equipment he brought along with him except the rifle. He was fast on his feet, wanting to get the fuck out of there already, holding back the urge to scream in fear and be known a fucking lunatic. He wasn’t as lucky as he thought the moment he accidentally trips on a rock and falls flat on his face against the muddy ground, and that’s when the laughter is heard again.

It appeared as fast as it vanished from sight. He found the creature crouched right in front of him, out of nowhere, and it suddenly grabs a hold of his hair, a fit of giggles leaving his lips.

“So this is the sight of a scared human? A lot, lot more interesting than the little one’s terrified face every time he sees me in the mirror. Oh, he hated me. He hated my guts so much… You must hate me too? You must hate me for messing with your luck,” it purred, pulling his head up by the hair and baring his neck. The man’s face is drained out of blood as the creature raises one finger on the other hand, a pointy, clawed nail twirling in the air. When it forcefully turned the man’s body around, he had the finger resting right on top of where his liver would be.

“I’ll make it quick.”

He lied.

With a deafening scream of the human, the creature pressed its finger inside his flesh, slicing and ripping it open with the claw, digging inside with his bare hands to pull out the organ from his ribcage. The man screamed in horror, helplessly pinned to the ground with two strong tails. It took a while for it to find the liver, its favourite snack besides a human heart. It’s gotten clumsy, hasn’t it? 

It’s been waiting for this moment for too long. Far too long, but now they’ve come a full circle, after months of waiting for Jongin to accept and obey it. The human was persistent, though, far too persistent that he refused to allow it to make a home in his body, and now he had to pay the price. Burnt in flames, only to reborn and be taken over by it—him, Kai, the self-proclaimed god. 

And somewhere inside his own body, Jongin was screaming. Screaming to be let out.

“Ah, ah, ssshhh… you both should learn how to be quiet and respectful.” It howled happily as the fresh liver leaves its owner unharmed and in good shape. But it would be a shame for it to allow the man to just suffer and bleed to death, wouldn’t it? There was blood everywhere. To him, the sight was an appetiser, the same way humans look at side dishes. It’s learned plenty from Jongin.

Another scream leaves the man’s lips, and it stared with its glowing eyes, irritated. The creature makes a mockingly sympathetic face, making eye contact with the man, only to stab a hole in his chest with one of his tails, grabbing his beating heart and pulling it right off his chest. Mercy killing. The man’s body doesn’t move anymore, good. He hadn’t harmed the heart, however. That’s his main course.

“Don’t look at me while I feast,” it growled, whacking his head with the other tail so he turns the other way, and began to eat its meal. It ripped apart the liver with its bare teeth, blood spurting down its chin, making more mess than it already had. 

Finally, finally a real food, not some small amounts of blood infused in strawberry milk like the weakling Jongin had fed it before. It—he, is now alive, at last.

Neither the man nor his body was found ever again.

To get rid of me means to get rid of yourself.

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The Honeymoon Phase, Part 1

Celestial Bodies Chapter 18 

Summary: An undercover mission gives Wanda and Vision a taste of wedded bliss.

Word Count: 8.7k 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8535118/chapters/25979448

Note: Written for a prompt request by @atendrilofscarlet. 

Hope you all enjoy!

The walkway is lined with glistening white sand, pearlescent shells twisted into perfect spirals gleam under the hot sun, placed at even intervals to denote the path to the resort. Not that it is possible for them to get lost, their personal concierge for the trip, Kenneth, forging a clear path as he pushes the luggage trolley filled with suitcases and duffel bags, the top bars weighted down with hanging luggage for suits and dresses. Only two of the bags actually contain clothes, the rest stuffed with surveillance equipment, wiretaps, communicators, and smoke bombs, just in case.

Wanda squeezes his hand tighter, leaning her body into his shoulder as she smiles up at him. “Feet on the ground,” her teeth touch her lip in preparation of the V, but she catches herself just in time, “darling.”

Immediately his freshly polished loafers connect with the stone pathway, the thud of his steps a bit too pronounced for a normal density human, but she doesn’t think anyone else will pick up on the slight difference in sound. “My apologies.”

“So,” Kenneth slows down, walking backwards so he can see them, a beaming smile on his face and an overenthusiastic, golden retriever puppy level of warmth and charm to the casualness of his existence, “how’d you propose?”

His fingers tense, gripping her hand as he begins the explanation, one they rehearsed over and over on the private jet. “It was our second anniversary and we were in Paris, we went to dinner,” the usual polished politeness of his voice seems to have fled, replaced by a nervous edge filled with faltering pauses.

Wanda determines it might be best to take over, cutting in with a dreamy, well-placed sigh and a toss of her wavy blonde hair, “It was so romantic! He rented out the entire Eiffel Tower and there was a string quartet and roses everywhere.” Wanda puffs out her chest and tilts her chin up, attempting to embody the essence of affluence, treating this extravagance as just a touch more exceptional than a usual Thursday. She throws in one more sigh for good measure.

It seems to work, a proud thumbs up from Kenneth and a “Well done, good sir!” They keep going, transitioning to a wooden-planked walkway surrounded by individual huts with thatched roofs hovering above crystalline blue waters flecked with the undulating bodies of fish darting under the surface.

“I, thank you,” which is said to both the concierge for the compliment and to Wanda for taking the lead.

The pathway branches to the left, leading them to one of the huts. Kenneth stops, stepping back and motioning with a gallant bow towards the door, “Mr. and Mrs. Williams, welcome to paradise.”

Each and every move for this first interaction has been expertly planned and rehearsed, scrutinized by not only Natasha but Sam as well (having labeled himself the king of romance). She's not surprised when Vision scoops her up into his arms with a disarmingly handsome smile - even with the pale skin, dull blue eyes, and blonde hair - yet Wanda still finds her heart fluttering and a genuine smile tugging at her cheeks as he carries her bridal style through the doorway. Since this is where their script ends, she decides to improvise, filling the time it takes for their luggage to be placed in the room by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to hers, savoring the impossible to disguise nip of vibranium and the perfect texture of his synthetic lips.

The click of the door latching ends the embrace, Vision pulling back with a relieved smile, his nervousness ebbing slightly at the reprieve from prying eyes. “That went well.”

“It did, though we need to work on the proposal story a bit more.”

He lowers her feet to the ground, hand remaining at the small of her back, “The unnecessary extravagance of the action still confounds me, is that a normal proposal?” The way his voice dips from confusion into worry throws her off, but she assumes it’s simply the remnants of his nervousness given it is his first undercover mission now that Steve and Natasha have approved his disguise.

A scarlet wisp caresses his cheek, encouraging his eyes down towards her hand where she waves the glistening 3 carat diamond ring (on loan from a local jeweler), catching the sunlight just right to send prismatic rays around the room. “This ring dictates extravagance.”

“I-” even through the disguise she can tell the gears in his eyes are working overtime, sorting through whatever confusion he is experiencing, multiple thoughts seemingly at war in his unusually muddled mind, “did not believe that would be the type of ring you desired.” The words come out slower than usual, laced with an odd existential worry, and there is an almost cornered look in his eye as he says it.

Wanda studies the ring, agreeing with his assessment, it is far too showy for her tastes. “Yeah, I’d never want this,” a look of relief washes over his face, “but socialite Ana Williams most certainly wants this ring. Let’s see yours.” Slowly he removes his hand from her back, bringing it up to show her the smooth finish of the ring, flexing his fingers to test out the feel of the metal. “See I never would have pegged you as a yellow gold fan.”

“No?” His eyes bore into hers, a singular focus in his gaze that kickstarts the pooling of heat in her cheeks. The topic of marriage was easy to discuss for the mission but sometimes she feels it slip past the detachment of work and into more personal territory. That she finds is terrifying, especially when he looks at her so intently, as if every word is building the foundation of reality, one wrong syllable and the world crumbles.

“No, you seem more like, um, a white gold or probably vibranium type of person, if I had to guess.” The blush breaks on her face and she has to turn away from his intense and questioning stare, deciding that now is a good time to explore their room. The lofted ceilings create a sense of grandness, wood-paneled walls dotted with one-of-a-kind paintings of local floral, a luxurious couch positioned in the center of the room creating a path that she follows to the floor to ceiling sliding glass doors. There’s not even a sound as the door opens, a resort like this would never let the mundane scratch of a door disrupt the soothing melody of the ocean. “Steve really outdid himself with this room.”

Wanda peeks back inside, curious why he’s not responding, and finds him examining the room, fingers lighting over the surface of each board and painting, a contemplative slant to his mouth as he catalogues the textures of the environment. Her eyes remain on him, since the day he was created she has found herself always drawn to the elegance of his body and the tightly controlled ease he puts into each step, but today there is a hesitation to his gait, legs stiff and, she hates to use the word, robotic as he moves towards the suitcases, beginning to unpack their supplies into piles based on type of equipment. “Vizh, you doing okay? You’re walking funny.”

He glances over his shoulder at her, an embarrassed tightness on his lips as he turns to face her. “I am,” his hands wave to indicate his tan linen suit, “unused to actual clothes. The tailoring seems a bit constricting.”

A twirling of her finger through the air is met with his semi-reluctant compliance, Vision turning his body to give her a complete view of the extremely well tailored suit. “I think I found the problem.” One finger to his chest halts his fashion show, his slightly duller eyes following along as Wanda walks her fingers up the row of iridescent seashell buttons of his crisp white shirt until she reaches the top one. “We’re at the beach, not the synagogue.” Carefully she undoes the top button, thrilled at the way the shirt flutters open but even more enthralled at the fact she can actually unbutton his shirt. Wanda grins at the tiny, almost inaudible gasp from above when she traces the exposed skin of his chest, relishing how he tenses when she continues down his shirt. After the third button she leans in, brushing her lips to his chest, the pale skin dissolving away to exquisite vibranium-laced red. A victorious and mischievous smile curls up her lips as she steps back, waving a finger with a tsk tsk “You need to hold your disguise better than that, Vizh.”

Vision releases a shaky breath as he composes himself, the gears in his eyes fading with the red of his skin as he realigns his molecules. “You are very distracting.”

“Steve doesn’t accept excuses,” she pats his chest before sinking into the insanely fluffy cushions of the couch. “You know I’m going to be touching you a lot more than that on this mission,” she finishes with an exaggeratedly posh “darling.”

A tiny smirk flirts with his lips as he sits next to her. “I am aware but I believe my fortitude will increase when it becomes perilous to lose the disguise.”

Wanda tries hard not to roll her eyes, instead allowing her amused and skeptical, “Let’s hope so” do the work for her.

“How is your hair?”

Since they're mission involves a resort, Natasha deemed the traditional baseball cap not good enough, requiring Wanda to undergo hours of extensive braiding, netting, and weaving, worried a bobby pin wig would be too cumbersome. “Still kind of itchy and I'm not sold on being blonde.”

“You are gorgeous.” Vision kisses her cheek, fingers scrunching gently against her head, offering slight relief. “Would you like to review the mission files before our first activity?”

The mission-approved answer is yes, but the allure of the king-size bed visible through the doorway is much stronger, a shift of her body allowing her to swing her leg over his, positioning herself on his lap with her hands tracing the hidden island of vibranium on his sternum. “We could, or we could practice being newlyweds.”

Indecision sends his forehead into a frenzy of wrinkles, a steady exhale of air greeting her words as his hands curve along her sides. “I believe that would be a detrimental, though quite enjoyable, way to commence the mission.”

“Which means?” Her hands undo two more of the buttons, confirming that she might see if he’s willing to wear real clothes one day a month so she can experience this bliss more often.

He catches her wrists in his hands, pulling her flush against him, his mouth just out of reach. “We should review the files,” the disappointment of his decision deflates her shoulders, head dipping to rest in the crook of his neck.

“Fine.”

“So,” Wanda loops her arms through Vision’s, keeping her voice low while plastering a breezy smile on her face to match what is expected of newlyweds who probably spent the past two hours entangled in sweaty, breathless euphoria instead of pouring over hundreds of pages of cryptic files and grainy pictures. “Do we really think the mastermind is an adults only entertainer?”

Their mission is fairly straightforward, an alarming number of couples are not returning from their honeymoons at the French Polynesian Luxury Resort and Spa, their families, friends, and bosses frantically reporting them missing yet so far not a single person has been found and the resort has been oddly silent on the disappearances. This by itself does not dictate the Avengers’ involvement. What pushes it into the realm of requiring a mind reader and a synthezoid masquerading as a married couple is that two of S.H.I.E.L.D’s best operatives were sent to investigate the issue a month ago and never returned.

A few whispered apologies fall from Vision’s lips as he guides her along a row of people until they settle into their pre-assigned seats. He glances around, ensuring no one is eavesdropping before answering her. “The intel suggests she is high on the list. The first reported disappearance occurred two weeks after she began her residency here.”

“Why didn’t they just fire her?”

Everything about him is off when he’s in the disguise, the shrug of his shoulders seeming less genuine, less endearing when she can’t see the movement of vibranium or the twirl of his irises. “There is little to no proof and the guests rate her quite highly,” yet even with the discomfort of this new face, the essence of him still exists, including his tendency to pause, lips quirking just a touch up when he’s about to make what he considers a humorous remark, “Well other than the ones who are missing.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at him, “I’m sure they find it amusing as well.”

“So,” the twisting of his wrist catches her attention, eyes fixated on the way his thumb brushes the diamond of her ring, “is it normative to have proportionality between the extravagance of the proposal and the size of the ring?”

Disbelief bubbles up, escaping as an exasperated laugh, the topic of appropriate proposals for their characters a long-running theme since the mission was announced. Even Nat joined the debate, sidling up to Wanda in random locations in the compound to run a few ideas past her until they settled on what was best. “I guess that’s fair,” until all the attention of the mission she’d never really put much thought into proposals, well that’s not completely true, she has occasionally allowed her mind to wander to such things, usually on cold afternoons when she’s wrapped up in Vision’s arms, basking in the warmth of his comfort, but nothing concrete. Proportionality is definitely not a concept she's cogitated. Somehow he always offers a perspective just slightly askew of her own that forces her to view things differently. It’s one of the many things she loves about him. “It also depends a lot on the person as well. Like, that would be way too much for me regardless of the ring.”

His analytic “I see,” is so densely layered her fingers itch to just dive into his head to see what’s going on but the dimming overhead lights and rumble of drums announcing the act distract her from further inquiry.

A disembodied voice floats down from the speakers embedded in the ceiling, “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to present the ever enthralling,” the drums crescendo as the announcer deepens his voice for a purposely elongated and overly enunciated, “Enchantress.”

Applause fill the room as the curtains open, the stage filled with exotic plants, emerald green leaves contrasting against the brilliant reds and yellows of the flowers, but none compare to the dramatic stance of the black-haired woman standing proudly on a gem encrusted flower, the green of her dress a touch darker than the backdrop. “A bit gaudy, don’t you think.”

Vision watches the woman unfurl her arms and spin, lifting several feet into the air and hovering to the ground without any readily apparent apparatus. “Is that not a requirement of showmanship?”

“Still tacky.”

The show is fairly standard, a mix of dancing, singing, and comedic interludes, the Enchantress strutting along the stage and losing clothes as the night continues until she ends up in a green corset, matching sequined thong, and black fishnets threaded with golden circles up the middle of her legs. “I think it’s time for our newlywed portion,” the woman on stage announces, howling cheers from the people around them suggests this is what everyone’s been waiting for. “Please, check below your seats to find out who gets the,” her voice drops an octave, a sultry edge lacing the word, “pleasure of joining me up here.”

Wanda glances around the room, watching a couple stand up with a “Whoop!” and another reluctantly rising from their seats, hands waving in a clear sign of a small argument over whether they should admit to being selected. “There is still one more out there.”

“W--Ana?” A gentle hand to her shoulder conveys a rare fear, one she’s only experienced from him twice before, but it’s wholly understandable, his other hand holding up a leaf-shaped paper exclaiming Congratulations! Head up to the stage now! “I do not recall seeing this in the dossier.”

“Maybe it was a last minute addition?” A reminder that there is still one more invitation out there is broadcast to everyone, the people nearest to them staring expectantly at the leaf in Vision’s hand, a few encouraging Get up theres whispered from behind them. “Let’s go.” Wanda stands, grabbing his hand to pull him up with her and takes the leaf, waving it in pseudo-triumph as they join the other two couples on stage.

A stagehand carries out three chairs and the Enchantress twirls around, instructing them on what comes next, “Our dashing men, please sit down,” all three of them take a seat. “Now ladies, pick a lap, any lap will do.” Vision immediately sends her a desperate, pleading gaze and Wanda sits on his lap, unsurprised when the other couples remain together, but a prickle of unease from the directions forms a portent of what is to come in the show. Their host turns back to the audience with a “Let’s meet our lucky guests, shall we?”

The cheers from the audience fill the room as she sashays to the first couple. Wanda finds herself unable to fully pay attention to anything. Part of her mind is focused on what is being asked of the first couple (Rees and Layla from Wales, married three days ago, what he loves most about her is her tits), another on the erratic pulsing of discomfort from Vision whose arms are tighter than needed around her waist yet impressively his face is neutral with a decently faked smirk of amusement, and finally, perhaps most prominently, Wanda studies the way the Enchantress moves. Each question is technically asked of the pair, but her hand caresses the man’s shoulder, outside of the view of his partner, fingers climbing up through his hair and brushing his forehead. There is something else, a flash of green around her fingers but Wanda can’t parse out exactly what it is before she sees the simpering saunter of their host approaching them. The woman places herself at an angle, one hip behind Vision, her hand falling to his shoulder (which leads to an immediate build up of tension in his muscles). “Last but not least we have?”

The microphone hovers in front of Vision’s mouth, “Simon and Ana Williams, we have been married for a day.”

“Oh, the freshest meat of the bunch.” Catcalls intermix with clapping from the audience, but all Wanda can focus on is the trailing of the woman’s hand along Vision’s shoulders. “You, handsome,” her hand ruffles the hair on the back of his head and Wanda finds a strange, roiling rage fanning into existence in her stomach, “look like you have a brilliant mind, what do you do?”

“I am a roboticist.”

The Enchantress finally removes her hand from his head, turning towards the audience with a playful smile as she fans herself, releasing a suggestive sigh before she comments on his answer, “I can only imagine what he’s wired up for the bedroom, you lucky lady.” Annoyingly her hand descends again onto his shoulder, trailing lazily back and forth, “So Mr. Roboto, what do you love most about your wife?”

“I,” Vision stares into her eyes and suddenly Wanda no longer feels like they're on a stage, but his smile draws her to the compound, to their bed, wrapped up in each other, alone and safe and warm, his hand releasing its grip on her waist to brush a strand of hair from her face, “admire and adore her resilience.”

The moment is broken when someone from the crowd, clearly a regular, or at least semi-regular attendee, impatiently yells, “We don't care! Show them the dance!”

The solitary demand quickly builds into a chant, crescendoing within seconds before the green-clad woman raises her hands in defeat, “Oh if you insist. Ladies?” Wanda eyes the woman suspiciously, not particularly excited by the husk developing in her voice. “It is my solemn duty to add a bit of spice into your life,” a wink is thrown at the audience, the music sliding from the sultry background jazz to the easily recognizable dun-dun-nah-nah-nah of burlesque. The implication makes the hairs along her arm stand on end as Wanda wraps herself protectively around Vision’s neck. The Enchantress pulls a feather boa seemingly from thin air, shimmying it down her arms as she walks back and forth in front of the three couples. “So,who’s willing to step away from your husband for a demonstration that I’m sure you’ll all,” the end of the boa points suggestively at each one of them as she talks, “want to use tonight.”

Vision’s mind screams at her to please stay where she is despite the cacophony of encouraging yells from the crowd and the expectant stares of both the host and the stagehands hiding in the curtains. This might technically be part of the mission, but Wanda finds herself unwilling to budge, briefly wondering if maybe it would have been best to bring Sam since he’d probably be perfectly okay offering himself as a sacrificial lamb right now. But then, like a guardian angel descending from the stifling, bright stage lights of heaven, Rees, from couple number 1, proudly declares “I volunteer as tribute!”

The glass is refreshingly cold in her hand, a little rainbow umbrella sticking up from the bright red daiquiri to denote, if there was any such confusion, that this is a fun drink. Wanda plucks the umbrella, twirling it between her fingers while she studies Vision, his body leaned back into the chair, legs crossed, and elbow resting comfortably on the armrest. It’s odd spending so much time with him looking like this, at having to remind herself it’s not a stranger whenever she catches him in her periphery. The disguise is impressive and since he’s already extraordinarily sexy, it comes as no surprise that his alter ego is as well. Still, she can’t help but imagine how beautifully his crimson skin would compliment the tropical prints all around them and then she chuckles at the image of him in a floral printed button up. Vision doesn’t even flinch at her laugh, eyes not so subtly glued to the bartender as he expertly pours out a martini for a woman at the bar. Wanda twirls the umbrella again, deciding she should probably get his attention before he gives away their stake out.

She leans closer to him, eying the side of his head, never realizing until now just how strange ears are and how wrong they look on him, but she's determined the only way to be okay with the disguise is to find little things she doesn't usually get to experience. Delicately she reaches out and places the umbrella behind his ear, allowing her fingers the luxury to brush through the silken threads of his synthetic hair.

The attempt fails, in fact the rainbow umbrella only serves to highlight the dense seriousness in the air between them, his mind trapped in the vortices of analytic reconnaissance as his eyes track their mark. Attempt two needs to be less subtle, apparently, so she lifts her glass. “A toast!” She waits until her words have reached him, Vision turning towards her, blinking in confusion at the brush of the umbrella against his face. Wanda smirks at his confusion and then repeats herself, tilting her head towards his glass, “A toast.” Finally the words seem to resonate with him, his daiquiri rising to the same level as her glass, a silent inquiry in his apprehensive squint, “to our honeymoon not starting with an uncomfortably long lap dance from a stranger.”

Finally his I’m-on-a-mission face breaks, replaced by a bashful, commiserable smirk at the fresh mortification of what almost happened to him during the show. “Yes, cheers indeed.” Their glasses clink and she can’t help smiling when he actually joins her in enjoying their free beverages, a compensation for their willingness to be part of the show. Vision tilts his head, eyes narrowing while his lips smack approvingly. “That is quite delicious.”

“Not sure why you sound so surprised.”

He shrugs and she’s mesmerized at the way his very real shirt parts slightly wider at the end of the motion. “Based on observations of our teammates and my one experience, the imbibing of alcoholic beverages is typically met with unpleasant shudders.”

It’s adorable to watch him experience new things, a childlike vim overtaking his body. “That’s just because Natasha believes drinks should be 95 percent alcohol and 5 percent mixer.”

The bartender glances over at them, a blender of bright red deliciousness held up with a questioning point. Neither of their drinks are close to being empty but given they’re supposed to be gathering information on the bartender Wanda sends him a thumbs up. “Just to let you know,” she reaches out to squeeze Vision’s knee, Natasha’s undercover bootcamp stressing that they need to always be touching to sell their can’t-keep-our-hands-off-each-other newlywed status, “our mark is heading over.”

His hand falls on hers, a conspiratorial smirk tipping his lips up. “Understood.”

“You are drinking too slowly! Is it not to your standards?”

The question is asked in jest, but the frown on VIsion’s face is utterly serious when he insists, “Not at all, the drinks are quite delicious, we are simply savoring them.”

The bartender brings his hand to Vision’s shoulder and shakes it with a laugh, “Good, let me top you off.” Before they can turn him down, the blender is already over their drinks, expertly filling every groove of emptiness without a single drip on the table.

“Thank you,” Wanda grabs the cup and lifts it to the man.

A nonchalant wave and a shrug is her you’re welcome. “Oh, I was asked to drop this off for you.” He reaches into his back pocket and draws out an emerald envelop with gold filigree around the edges.

Vision takes, turning it over in his hand. “Who is this from?”

“I never know,” which is true, based on Wanda's surface level reading of his mind, “they hand me things and say ‘Fetu, deliver this and deliver that’ as if I'm some unimportant errand boy.” The man frowns, eyes sad, “sorry, work in paradise is still work.” His jubilation returns, an expertly applied mask he puts on for the customers. “Most important piece of information for you,” a suggestive nod is sent towards her hand on Vision’s knee, “you are more than welcome to remove your drinks from this area, we understand the,” a finger taps his nose as if he is in on some secret with them, “needs of our honeymooners.”

This is where they have to sell their cover, which Wanda does gleefully, sliding her hand up along the inside of Vision’s thigh, relishing his slight jump but impressed when he recovers quickly with a knowing wink towards the bartender, “We appreciate the information, now,” Vision stops her hand, lacing his fingers through hers and gently pulling her up to stand with him, “we have other important matters to attend to, my dear.”

“Enjoy paradise, my friends!”

Once they’re out of the bar, they duck into a small, dark alcove in the hallway, Wanda sipping her drink while her eyes follow his fingers as he opens the envelope. “What is it?” Vision doesn’t immediately respond, lips pursed as he reads it again.

“We have been cordially invited to use the VIP pool tomorrow.” He passes the invitation to her and a waft of floral perfume strangles her senses when she flips the card open. There is no name at the bottom, nothing to indicate who invited them or exactly what this means but Wanda’s fairly certain it’s a good thing for their mission. “Shall we proceed to more reconnaissance?”

Wanda shuts the invitation, stepping up close enough for their bodies to touch as she reaches down to slide the paper into his pocket, her hand lingering several seconds longer than necessary to accomplish the task. “I thought we were going to be newlyweds?” It’s not quite disappointment in his eyes, closer to disbelief but with a slight annoyance. “I’m joking, Vizh.” Someone walks past them and Wanda presses her body closer, hoping it discourages anyone from approaching them. “So,” thoughtfully her fingers play with the lapels of his jacket, “I assume we’re following what we practiced? You lead the way but follow my lead?”

“Correct.”

She matches the mischievous grin on his face. “Where to, darling?”

They wind through the resort, doing their best to avoid prying eyes, a purposefully disoriented loping to their steps as they make their way with several whispered warnings of “Drunk does not mean you phase through the floor, darling.” Anytime someone attempts to talk to them, mostly to inquire if they are lost, Wanda pulls a Romanov, capturing Vision’s lips and savoring the remnants of daiquiri on his tongue until the person gets the hint and leaves. Eventually they reach a door with a professionally done sign that informs them it is a restricted area and legal action is guaranteed for trespassers.

Wanda turns the handle, unsurprisingly finding it to be locked. “How do we-” his mouth stifles her question, an arm wrapping around her waist as he shoves her against the door pulling a low, throaty moan from her mouth. He changes the angle of the kiss, lifting her slightly as he slides his leg between her thighs, an action that is mission-wise unnecessary, but in her opinion completely needed, and then the door clicks open. Much to her dismay he pecks her cheek and pulls back, his hand solidifying once it is out of the door.

“This way,” the cocky grin on his face is almost wide enough to show teeth as he mulls over his word choice, hand running lazily along her thigh “my beloved.”

Her eyes narrow, not used to be one-upped, “Tease,” and she steps past him, elbowing him in the ribs for good measure, into a dimly lit room filled with filing cabinets and shelves covered in boxes. A quick assessment of the space identifies two security cameras and a flick of a finger sends scarlet into the wires, short circuiting the security system hopefully for long enough to gather information. “So, what do we want to find?”

Before the question ends, he is already elbow deep in a box, eyes scanning the contents, frowning when he clearly doesn’t find anything of value, and then he moves on. “I have a hypothesis.” Vision continues moving through the boxes, never finishing the thought.

“That would be?”

“Oh,” he stops, embarrassment at his actions manifesting in a shuffle of his feet and a widening of his eyes, “I wish to determine if all of the missing couples were included in the Enchantress’ show.”

This works for her, the bartender, other than passing along an invitation, didn’t seem at all suspicious, something Wanda cannot say is true for the entertainer. “Sounds good.” She moves to the opposite side of the room, flicking through tabbed folders labeled with meaningless names. In the tenth box, however, there is a thick folder labeled Amora Vahiné, she removes it, leaning against the shelf as she flips it open, immediately met with a picture of the Enchantress and her application to work at the resort. “Vizh.”

The absence of any cameras or the risk of being found out means his head pops out of the wall of filing cabinets separating them. “Yes, Wanda?”

“Really? You can’t just walk around it?”

“I could if I wished to be inefficient.”

Wanda rolls her eyes, showing him the picture, “I’m pretty certain we have the right person. Have you found anything?”

“Um,” his head disappears and there is a shuffle of papers and then the thud of feet, his body rounding the corner, five folders in his hands. “Perhaps, these are the five couples that went missing, but I have not been able to examine the contents yet.”

A knock on the door startles them, Vision losing control, phasing several inches through the floor, his disguise flickering briefly. “Who’s in there?” The voice is not happy, a threat evident in the question.

Wanda hugs him close, hands desperately tugging at the back of his shirt until it is free of his pants. “Give me the files.”

“I-”

“Give them to me.” Reluctantly he hands them over and Wanda shoves them in the back of his pants, dropping his shirt and jacket to cover them. “Now let’s be newlyweds.”

Right now is when she is supremely happy Vision convinced Steve and Natasha to send him instead of Sam, a process that included a 45 minute powerpoint presentation given to the team concerning all the reasons Vision, even with his slightly unstable disguise, would be a more beneficial choice. She’s not certain how it worked, Sam was pumped at the idea of a resort mission, but she’s thankful nonetheless, because the way Vision lifts her, hands under her thighs, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist, and the hunger in his lips against her neck are far more convincing than anything she’d ever be willing to think about doing with Sam. Wanda allows herself to get lost in him, mission be damned, squeezing her legs in time with his kisses, gripping the poles holding the shelves up as he pushes her dress up, fingers toying with the edge of her underwear. Somewhere, far in the back of her head, she knows the door opens, that three more minds enter the room, but the novel sensation of a wedding ring skimming her thighs, a band of metal on his body that she hasn’t grown accustomed to is far too distracting, and the surprising thrill at the idea of this being a lifelong sensation intensifies the passion building within her when he sucks at the hollow of her neck. A confused and uncertain, “Hey!” ruins the moment, Vision turning his head, the rise and fall of his heaving chest against hers deeply satisfying, and she joins him seconds later, staring at three armed guards.

Wanda tries to think of a reply but is saved the mental trouble by a surprisingly convincing slur in Vision’s typically smooth accent. “Oh this is embarrassing.” Briefly he turns to smile at her and it is alarmingly disorienting, “Is this not our room?”

A disgusted and fed up, “Honeymooners” is shared between the guards before they encourage Vision to place her back on the ground and then they are led on a procession of shame through the resort, flanked by the guards, until they are dropped off at their room, the lead guard pointing at the door, voice akin to one used on misbehaving children. “This is your room.”

Wanda waves drunkenly at the guards, closing the door and allowing an impish smile to overtake her lips as she approaches Vision, his back facing her as he lays the stolen folders on the table. “So,” leisurely she slides her hands under his shirt, using the tips of her nails to draw diamonds on his skin, “want to pick up where we left off, hubby?”

The folder in his hand drops to the table, the muscles in his back tensing in what she hopes is desire. “Were you aware,”

“That you’re wearing too many clothes?”

Vision turns around slowly, eyes closing as her hand dips to trace the edge of his pocket, “A subjective question, but not my intended one, no, that if we solve the mission early we are permitted to enjoy the remainder of the reservation in peace?”

This is new information, something this important surely would have been included in the mission briefing. “I think you’re bluffing.”

“Page 197, line 35, footnote 207 in the fine print, I swear.”

Wanda eyes him, glancing curiously over to the fat binder of information for the mission and then back at him. One of the many joys of dating Vision is knowing he is a horrible liar and thus rarely attempts trickery. Currently his eyes, the dull blue brightening a hue the longer she stares at him, brim with honesty and a barely contained lust. All she’d have to do is lean into him and she knows he’d cave. “So if we delay our gratification…”

It’s a gamble on his part, touching her, but the innocent, calm brush of his finger down her neck emphasizes his next point, “Without a mission we would be unhindered in partaking of each other’s company, wherever and whenever we like.”

A bit begrudgingly she concedes to the logic, already planning their obligation free days as she lifts onto the tips of her toes to kiss him. “Let’s dive into these folders, then.”

“What am I looking at, exactly?” Vision had been gone on extra reconnaissance for almost the entire night, creeping into the room with the sunrise, allowing her a whole twenty minutes of whispered good mornings, and achingly tame kisses before informing her they needed to make a stop on the way to their luxury VIP pool party. The hope, foolishly, was that he had planned some romantic breakfast, the brochure on their nightstand lauding the ambience and intimacy of a beachside cabana for two, instead she is standing in another restricted room, though this one is a bit brighter than the last one. There’s a pool in the middle of the room, more of a moat, if she had to be specific, that surrounds a raised platform holding a wide-mouthed pot that is itself housing a plant with long, arcing saw-toothed leaves and a tightly clenched pod in the center.

Vision steps forward, leaning over the water for a closer look. “I am not wholly certain but several of the workers in this section spoke of the upcoming unveiling.”

The moat is impressive, five vibrant and pied tropical fish darting after each other, but the plant itself is, well, a plant. “And you think this is important for the mission?”

A wishy-washy shrug goes along with his, “Perhaps? The files I was able to peruse suggested the flower was transplanted here three days before Amora interviewed for the position. It could be important or a coincidence.” Another shrug and a carefully practiced boyish, nonchalant smile is the perfect weapon to draw her closer, and she assumes, perhaps wrongly, he is aware of how well the smile pairs with his khaki shorts and short sleeved button-up. “I also thought it was peaceful and wished to share it.”

“Minus all the signs warning about trespassing, it is kind of peaceful.”

A surprisingly loud, “There you are!” catches them off guard, Wanda dropping into a defensive stance, hands a faint scarlet and Vision’s shoulders pulled back and ready to use the Mindstone if needed. When the voice is placed with the constantly smiling face of their concierge, they both resume normal, albeit slightly embarrassed stances. Kenneth’s forehead erupts into wrinkles once he glances around at the room, “How’d you get in here?”

Phasing and a bit of sorcery is probably not the best answer. “The door was unlocked,” is offered as a plausible explanation from Vision.

“Huh,” his brief frown is quickly replaced by a beaming smile, finger raised to point at the plant. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? We keep thinking she’s going to die any day now, it’s the first time anyone’s successfully transplanted one of them off the mountain.” The statement is filled with pride, a touch of awe, and a hint of deep, pulsing love.

Wanda tries to channel Natasha, reading not only the surface level of his words, but identifying the subtextual layers of meaning and potentially pertinent information. So far, however, she’s got nothing. “What type of plant is it?”

The glimmer in his eyes is one she does recognize, the same excitement sends Vision’s irises twirling anytime she asks him to explain what he and Helen are currently working on or to expand on a gibberish scientific comment he’s made. Which seems odd for their concierge concerning a flower. “It is a Tiare Apetahi, a flower that only grows on a plateau on this island. Every attempt to transplant it lower on the mountain or grow it in a lab has failed, well,” he shrugs as if it is not a huge accomplishment, “until now. I’m actually a botanist. But they won’t let me stay at the resort to look after her unless I work for them.”

Vision finally looks away from the plant, “What does it look like?”

“Oh,” the man fumbles in his pocket for his phone, swiping across the screen and then tapping until the smile returns to his face, “like this.” The phone is passed over to them the screen filled with a picture of an asymmetrical white flower, five petals all on one side. “It’s a really famous flower here, has a legend and everything, well,” he waves his head as he reconsiders his statement, “one legend but like 5 versions of it.”

A polite and curious smile forms on Vision’s face. “May we hear your preferred version?”

The man doesn't skip a beat before launching excitedly into the story. “It is a tale of love and loss,” Kenneth clutches his chest dramatically, eyes staring into far-offs lands, “a fisherman married a fair maiden, named Apetahi, and they were happy, blissful, much like you two.” A rare hesitation freezes his smile, but is whisked away quickly as he continues, “But then he strayed from her, lured in by the beauty of a younger woman. When his wife found out she was grief stricken, they argued, yelling so loud it attracted the attention of the entire village. In her sorrow she fled to the plateau, dug a hole in the ground, then cut off her hand and buried it. She died of blood loss and when they finally found her missing body, this flower had bloomed where her hand had been buried. That is why it's five petals form the shape of a hand.”

Vision frowns at the plant, and Wanda agrees with the pulse of painful confusion in his mind, wondering why such legends are always so laden with deceit and loss. “Are there other legends of the island?”

“Of course,” Kenneth steps back from the plant rotating his wrist to check the time, “I can have a book delivered to your hut, but you ought to get going, it’s almost time for your day at the pool.”

Confusion blossoms in Vision’s mind, but Kenneth shoos them along too quickly for Wanda to stop and ask what is bothering him.

They are dropped off at the VIP pool, though only after Kenneth triple checks they have their swimsuits and sunscreen, warning that sunburns are never conducive to newlywed activities. Wanda grips Vision’s hand, a small, tight ball of panic sitting on her chest, not exactly sure what is behind the door. “You’re wearing the right swimsuit?”

A defeated sigh is enough of an answer, but his quiet, “I do not understand why it is necessary, but yes.”

“I just have a feeling it is.”

The door opens and they are greeted by a bare-chested, impressively chiseled man dressed only in thin white pants and sunglasses. “Invitation?” Vision removes the paper from his pocket and hands it over, the man lifting his glasses, turning the paper in order to examine it from every angle, the pool apparently so exclusive they are worried about counterfeit invites. “Welcome.” A deep bow and the broad sweep of his arm ushers them in and Wanda has to keep her jaw from dropping at the shimmering water of the infinity pool, the edge seamlessly meeting the expanse of the ocean beyond, the strategically planted palm trees offering shade over the cushioned lounge chairs around the perimeter. There’s a thatch-roofed gazebo to the left, a chaise lounge with an emerald cushion and golden base housing the unmistakable body of their grinning host, Amora, waving happily at them.

Wanda leads them to a pair of chairs, the protocol for what to do at an exclusive pool unclear, especially since she assumed the other two couples from the show would be attending as well. “What do you think we do?”

He shrugs, adding an uncertain, “Perhaps we wait until she instigates contact?”

“Sounds good.” Swimming was not a common excursion in Sokovia, the winter dragging on longer than it was ever welcome and the brief summer unrelenting enough that even the promise of tepid water was not an overly strong temptation to risk the heat of the three mile walk. Despite this, Wanda is perfectly aware how to act, untying her wrap dress and letting it fall to the ground. “You going to stay like that?” Vision turns towards her and his agape, stuttering mouth is exactly the reaction she hoped for when she snuck the swimsuit into the suitcase. Her approach is slow and deliberate, toying with the buttons on his shirt once she’s close enough, undoing each one as she waits for him to respond in some way. Even after she’s reached the last button and cheerfully stripped it off his arms, he remains standing in awe, or confusion, but she hopes awe. “You liked it so much last time, figured it was a safe choice for our pseudo-honeymoon.” Still speechless, he nods, hands coming to trace the black straps crisscrossing over her chest, following the lines up her shoulders and to her upper back, smiling before dipping his face to catch her lips, stealing the breath from her lungs and making her dizzy.

A polite cough interrupts them and a different shirtless man is standing with two margaritas and sandwiches on a tray. “Compliments of Amora.”

“Oh, yes, thank you.” Vision grips the tray, turning back and forth until he finds a suitable place for it. Cautiously he glances around, assessing the location of the two poolboys. “Do you believe it is safe to discuss updates?”

She joins him in studying their surroundings. It seems there are only three other people here, the one man at the door, their bartender tucked back in a shaded cabana bar, and their host across the pool. “It’ll be safer if you take off your shorts.” It could be the effects of the sun or the red cloth umbrellas overhead or his disguise fading briefly, but she thinks he might blush as he undoes his belt, eyes darting nervously around before he drops the khaki shorts and a ravenous smile spreads across her face at the reappearance of his tiny swim shorts. “Much better.”

A deep, unamused inhale reaffirms his misgivings about the swimsuit, but he doesn’t say anything else, lowering himself onto one of the chairs, shimmying his body from side to side until he is comfortable. “Would you,” the blush is back, joined this time by a sheepish pat to his thigh, “like join me?”

“Of course,” she curls easily along his body, head resting on his chest with her arm draped over his waist. “So, what’d you learn last night?”

One more check of their solitude and he fills her in, hand moving along her arm in long, even strokes. “As we discovered in the files,all five couples were part of her show.” This, to Wanda at least, is enough for her to feel confident in arresting their host, but Vision seems more reluctant, not wishing to mar her career in case they are wrong. “Additionally, it seems all five were invited to her pool the next day.”

“Oh, so we’re her next target then?”

He hesitates, “It is a logical hypothesis.”

“Okay, what else?”

The bartender passes by with an inquisitive and slightly offended look at their untouched margaritas. Once he resumes his position far away, Vision shifts slightly underneath her, cradling her closer so that he is talking quietly into her ear, just in case. “The bartender has solid alibis, as does the director of activities, and all of the custodial staff. The only other new addition just prior to the disappearances,” his breath is hot against her ear and it is almost impossible to pay attention, “was the successful transplant of the Tiare Apetahi.”

“The flower from today, right?”

He nods, the movement nudging her head slightly, “Correct. I am still unsure,” the explanation stops as the guard near the door walks in front of them, long strides taking him to the edge of the pool where he turns and walks back to the door, throwing out a friendly hello on his way back. “If the flower is important but it seems oddly coincidental.”

Wanda takes it all in, agreeing with his uncertainty about what, if any connection exists between the facts. “Just before we left the flower, Kenneth said something and you were confused.”

“Oh yes. There was never any indication-” another intrusion of footsteps echo behind her and Vision's eyes closely follow whoever it is,the edges of his lips drooping slightly. “May we help you?”

It’s the front gate guard, “She wants to see you.” A twitch of his head indicates the thatched gazebo where Amora is now sitting up, a posture of anticipation and what Wanda would label a predatory smile on her face, even though technically she’s too far away to fairly define exact emotions.

Wanda smiles up at the man, “Okay, we’ll head over.”

“Not you, ma’am, just him.” His tone business like, authoritative, but almost edging on apologetic. “You have to swim across.”

Without being able to phase out of the chair, Vision struggles to remove himself from her grip, something that she could help him with but she finds his slightly frustrated escape attempts too entertaining, only relenting and letting him move her arm once he offers a pleasant, “Please?” and a kiss.

He stands at the foot of the chair, the muscles in his back constricting as his fists clench. “Darling?” Vision turns towards her, nerves fading at what she hopes is an easygoing smile on her face, despite her own misgivings. “Remember to play along, it’s for the,” she mouths mission just in case. He nods and she has to ignore the chill crawling up her spine, has to repeat the advice to herself in an attempt to believe it.

The ease of his dive into the pool is beautiful, Rhodes nicknamed him the Swan Prince after the first Avenger pool party, a nickname Vision has graciously allowed them to continue using despite the fact Wanda knows it bothers him.  He is incredibly graceful in the water, lanky arms propelling him effortlessly to the other side.  Even if she is not wholly comfortable with whatever is about to happen, she does have to appreciate the view of Vision getting out of the pool, his tiny, teal swimsuit accentuating her favorite asset quite nicely.

Slowly he approaches the chaise lounge, gesticulating a bit wilder than usual, but it seems, based on the woman’s smile, that she doesn’t notice, or care, about his nervousness. She says something and there is a millisecond pause in Vision’s movements that causes the hair on Wanda’s arms stand to attention, his body language subtly shifting into a defensive stance. A beckoning finger brings him closer to the chaise with a  hesitant step.  He bends lower, the tilt of his head implies he's doing it to hear whatever she is saying, which is when a finely manicured hand falls on his back and Wanda feels her powers churning just below the surface. She has to start a mantra of it’s for the mission, it’s for the mission, it’s for the mission to keep herself from diving into the pool and joining them. Then the woman’s hand travels down his back, a finger teasingly flicking the waistband of his suit and Wanda finds herself talking out loud, “Don’t you dare go lower.”

Unfortunately she dares and Wanda sees red.

To be continued...

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College can truly strain your capacity to adapt to every one of the requests. It will accompany meeting course prerequisites, paying your scholarly bills and juggling your social life. However you are sorted, eventually, the college will influence you to stand up to confusion, disappointment, and possibly melancholy. Arya College Jaipur helps its students to calm them.

Converging of innovation

On account of a converging of innovation and science, there is an application to enable you to adapt to all that pressure and excitement. There is one way you can effectively manage the difficulties of surviving your college years is to apply the guideline of care. As per Wikipedia, care is the mental procedure of concentrating on the inward and outer encounters that happen right now because you can connect with the procedure through rehearsing reflection. In addition, the term itself originates from the Pali word sati, which is a huge component of some Buddhist customs.

Care contemplation

Care contemplation encourages you to focus on relaxing. However, controlled breathing has a great quieting impact on tension. To get the most restorative outcomes, be that as it may, you should apply a restrained approach. Breath preparing causes anyone to remap their neural pathways to accomplish longer-enduring helpful impacts.

Two site benefits that assist students to practice your breathing ability are Headspace and Calm. Both of these membership administrations have guided projects to enable you to oversee pressure, uneasiness, dejection, and other life issues.

Headspace is a fitness coach for the psyche. You begin with yourself with 21-days preceding and at that point, you buy in to grow the preparation.

The learning and practice will give students advance details and control mindset with your companions. Therefore, multiple tools are there with the advanced technology and they are available for free on multiple media.

Amid the free time for testing, you figure out how to reflect for 10 minutes consistently. Your membership gives you a chance to proceed with the reflection training by opening boundless access to many long stretches of substance with 30-day packs on various life points. You can indicate the term of the everyday direction by choosing 10, 15, 20, or 30-minute sessions.

Resist the urge to panic

The Calm experience is somewhat unique. It offers an alluring site with an assortment of mitigating sounds and scenes to hush you into a superior inclination. It additionally offers a scope of projects themed to influence your rest, feeling of appreciation, sentiments of joy, and confidence. A 21-day Calm pack and planned spans are likewise advertised.

The calming sights and sounds accessible on devices are free. The Calm experience likewise releases you versatile by means of its application accessible for iOS and Android gadgets.

Multiple applications have commencement clocks and sound players with controls that will bring more stability to mind. With a span of time work can be updated and attained with regular practice.

Thanks for Read our blog, you can check out full blog on official Page Arya College, Arya College is one of the best Engineering College In Jaipur Rajasthan. In This College Many Branches for Engineering you can make great future with us. Arya College Provides Computer Engineering, Electrical Engineering & Electronics Engineering’s Branch for our Engineering students with top companies placements in campus.  

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5 Last Thoughts Why take a post-workout supplement? Why don’t you’re taking a post-workout increase? Until you assume you are not exercising, there isn’t any post-workout interval throughout which even a post-workout supplement could possibly be taken Nevertheless, I am convinced that it isn’t, because here you’re, you huge you have been Briefly, the rationale that most individuals are in search of a post-workout supplement part is that they need to see better leads to placements in enterprises on the similar time profitable the harassment, comparable to muscle pain and fatigue, which later hinders training 19659003] A number of things which might be extra annoying and hopeless in the existentially terrifying Sisyphean method of understanding day in, day trip to see little or no outcomes Submit-workout dietary supplements have definitely helped practitioners start to see better outcomes for their efforts, therefore their growing suggestion, they usually appear to work by offering the following bio-benefits: ld muscle tissue and improve power This is kind of the purpose of train, along with enhancing fats loss, weight administration, athletic performance and whatever, relying in your specific exercise objectives Nevertheless, all this requires power And sure, fun, intense coaching consumes the body’s pure power assets So what does a trainee do? Submit-workout supplements assist this entrance by supplementing the physique’s reserves of cellular power, specifically ATP, which the body makes use of to construct and keep muscle recovery, recovery, and progress Without excess nutrient intake, overloading can truly weaken muscle tissue, causing it to primarily eat itself as a source of energy This is most evident amongst long distance runners Exerciseists, specifically bodybuilders, require extraordinary levels of vitamin and gasoline to take care of their distinctive power needs, and health supplements may also help Improved protein synthesis ] Amino acids construct proteins that proceed to build muscle tissue (and enzymes and a bunch of other stuff, but right here we are mainly all for muscle) As we relaxation, the physique reviews protein synthesis by means of multiple biotransports, which is why the importance of sleep for health recovery An efficient post-workout supplement additional promotes muscle progress by means of numerous anabolic (muscle building) pathways, reminiscent of promotion progress hormone (GH), insulin-like progress factor-1 (IGF-1), and so on That is the key to muscle and power enhancement in addition to catabolic (metabolism degradation) fats loss A type of fun, fascinating, and very satisfying compromise: anabolic muscle good points use power for protein synthesis at the expense of saved power (fat) You need to give attention to losing a few pounds, child Lowered Oxidation Stress Exercise promotes muscle progress and fat loss, and unfortunately free radical injury This turns into a problem in excessive intensity training circumstances, which really places the body to the check What’s what you need to put in the direction of your physique! Because when you push the check, then … properly, you’ll achieve muscle progress and fat loss Apart from the issue of free radical injury or oxidative stress once we can’t deal with it, it’s, in impact, appearing as a catabolic pressure that weakens (or no less than slows down) muscle progress, which makes the workouts less efficient Free radicals worsen muscle progress and therapeutic, whereas also affecting different bodily well being issues Publish-workout antioxidants might help combat oxidative stress by decreasing the consequences of free-radicals associated with over-training exercise because of sweating In case you are not absolutely baptized and sweat the entire fitness center gear and dumbbells and benches, then what are you even doing? Sweating is an indication of great train However it isn’t solely related to water loss but in addition to the loss of salt (electrolyte) And so chances are you’ll assume that consuming water is all that’s wanted to rehydrate the liquid, but you’re flawed! With out electrolyte replenishment, the physique will be unable to hold sufficient water, which may shortly get out and in of the body with out doing all of the high-quality issues that water does within us Electrolyte replenishment is the key to replenishing water And water is the key to muscle progress and recovery, so you undoubtedly need to keep hydrated after an intense exercise What’s Higher: Health vs Protein Shaking vs BCAA? Okay, so if I’ve already taken protein powder after a piece out, why do I want a post-workout additive? What does the post-exercise activity do about shaking the protein and vice versa? And what to do with these BCAA additions? Good questions Briefly, the key differences are: Submit-workout supplement: The post-workout supplement focuses mainly on strengthening muscle progress via power supplementation, selling protein synthesis, and dehydration; it’s a complement, greater than something Protein Shake: Simply as it sounds, protein shaking supplies the proteins, the forms of protein that the physique must create muscle tissue; except for many protein supplements that provide proteins that are not wanted at all for muscle progress and the gastrointestinal tract is unable to soak up all of them BCAAs: Branched Chain Amino Acid Supplementary Strains (BCAAs) serve as pre-, intra-, and post-fitness circumstances used to increase muscle endurance, forestall muscle fatigue, and scale back muscle aches for quicker, more healthy recovery It is quite potential to take all three varieties of dietary supplements collectively Nevertheless, for those who can, I like to recommend your every day protein consumption via weight-reduction plan and selecting a post-workout supplement to improve your muscular power Probably even BCAA for extra ergogenic advantages And if it is troublesome to acquire adequate day by day protein, contemplate protein powder Right here’s the problem with train supplements: Many boast of a healthy, natural composition, but they pack (often) powdered parts with pointless flavors, , with not-so-natural compounds Undoubtedly, many vegans know fairly a bit about what components and what shouldn’t be prevented, however it is still useful to know from the bat what vegan merchandise are true and what are the low-key liars Probably the greatest vegans The post-workout dietary supplements I take pleasure in, and I undoubtedly contemplate the “real deal”, are the Performance Lab SPORT Publish-Workout, a creatine-based post-workout stack that is available in distinctive capsule doses, in contrast to the generic powder type Performance Lab SPORT Publish-Workout is a clean, green supplement containing a pure, green additive that uses readily absorbable creatine, pomegranate extract (yes, pomegranate apple) and coconut crystals All vegan, eco-friendly, genetically modified organisms that basically work – and that don’t style like dust on the bottom (because, once more, capsules) To get a better concept of ​​what this product is all about, we take a extra detailed description of the elements: Efficiency Lab SPORT After Exercise [19659000] I mix “sodium””and” Himalayan pink salt “), the formula after Performance Lab SPORT only focuses on the biological pathways necessary for post-workout recovery, repair, and growth Some post-workout stacks try to supplement their formulas with embarrassing hybrid ingredients, but this stack focuses on the prize Here is a more detailed description of the ingredients: creatine (Creapure® pH10), 1000 mg One of the most reliable ergogenic nutritional supplements, creatine is a very popular cellular energy booster that is used both before and after exercise It really doesn’t matter too much when you take this ingredient (though some nutrient nit-pickers may disagree) as long as you take it daily so that creatine can build up in the muscle I call the ingredient “Power Booster,” but it doesn’t work like a stimulant – like caffeine When you take a dose of creatine, you may not notice cognitive energy injection Instead, creatine gradually focuses on muscle tissue to maintain natural levels of ATP energy to increase endurance and repair capacity Essentially, creatine lets you exercise harder for longer without exhausting your muscles As a fitness supplement, creatine functions in the following ways: By adding ATP energy fuel for improved muscle recovery, healing and growth; Promoting the synthesis of stem cells and proteins to create new muscle tissue; Modulation of oxidative stress, inflammation, myostatin and other catabolic factors; Increasing the concentration of insulin-like growth factor 1 (IGF-1) in muscle tissue to increase anabolic growth muscle metabolism Because creatine concentrates in muscle tissue, creatine-saturated muscles tend to carry more water weight, drying the rest of the body So when you take creatine, make sure you get the most out of it (ie burn that extra creatine at a higher intensity!) And drink more water to stay hydrated

Pomegranate Extract (such as P40p ™), 500 mg [19659012] This is a rather unique post-workout ingredient: Organic Pomegranate Extract (such as P40p ™) delivers a rich polyphenol complex, a class of potent antioxidants that help in modulating inflammatory and vascular inflammation.

Exercise promotes muscles growth

A lot of physical activity promotes muscle growth and oxidative stress, the latter of which impairs muscle growth and negatively affects the rest of the body.

This is a problem of overheating, which can lead to an adverse situation of catabolic (muscle weakening) oxidative stress The polyphenols of the pomegranate extract help to alleviate the oxidative damage of overload while maintaining the anabolic muscle-building effects of exercise Power plays a key role in this For a natural counterpart to the biological activity of P40p ™ extract, you need to eat five full pomegranate apples By condensing pomegranate apple polyphenols into an easily absorbable, water-soluble 500 mg extract, a performance lab SPORT Post-Workout capsule-sized formulation packs a powerful punch Himalayan Pink Salt, 350 mg Before sports drinks received a poor rap for their sugar content (to which many sports drinks have fortunately responded by supplying sugar-free alternatives), the sports drink served as an alternative to electrolyte-enhanced rehydration

Now the Himalayan pink salt is enough.

Exercise leads to sweating And sweating leads to loss of water and salt The problem with tackling this simply by drinking water is that salts actually help maintain the body’s water levels

Without enough salt (or electrolyte), water passes quickly through the body in one way and out, causing an annoying amount of bathroom breaks.

By providing sodium and naturally occurring trace elements such as potassium, magnesium, and calcium, the Himalayan pink salt serves as a healthy, natural electrolyte replenishment option for better post-exercise hydration Organic coconut water crystals, 1250 mg additionally supports the liquefaction with their electrolyte content, namely sodium, potassium, calcium and magnesium These coconut water crystals increase the body’s glycogen reserve for natural muscle energy Since coconuts have become one of the best natural feed restoration foods, coconuts have become somewhat of a trend Coconut waters (many of which really taste like backwash) are increasingly lined with grocery store shelves due to their legitimately earned reputation as natural sports drinks

If the emphasis on water retention seems excessive, consider how dehydration significantly aggravates muscle breakdown, decreases blood flow to the muscles, thereby reducing oxygen and fuel wear on depleted muscle tissue and even possibly limited muscle and power growth.

I often laughed at the obese meathead carrying a gallon of water around the gym … until I realized that their beef muscle was probably the result of that gallon of water Hydrogenation is the key, and coconut water crystals help, especially when combined with the Himalayan pink salt after the Performance Lab SPORT exercise Other Ingredients: Vegan Plantcaps® Capsules The best vegan post-workout supplement would not be the best vegan (weight-based vegan) post-workout supplement if its “Other Elements” also did not maintain the vegan status of its composition Many healthy, natural supplements fail for this purpose, especially fitness supplements that are powdery and thus feel the need to mask the sugary, natural flavors of the non-ingredients with supermaker artificial flavors and dyes, etc Much of what we know about these The impact of additives on health is still limited However, these additives have a natural resistance as they are legitimately considered unnecessary and potentially harmful to the bioavailability of the formula Performance Lab SPORT Post-Workout leaves all the usual junk additives (eg, FD&C dyes, magnesium stearate, etc) on the roadside, instead keeping it clean and simple with herbal Plantcaps® capsules Nothing more, nothing less, to really see the contents of the formula through the capsules * Image from the Performance Lab website Who should use a vegan post-workout supplement? The emphasis on muscle repair and growth should not limit the interest in post-workout supplements that mention “bodybuilders” This is not a necessary “filling” supplement, it causes you to grow boulder shoulders and grotesquely bulging trunks as you please It’s simply not how this all works Muscle repair and growth are important even for enthusiasts who want to lose weight or lose weight In fact, excess muscle mass increases resting metabolism, which makes losing fat much easier So with that in mind, the Performance Lab SPORT Post-Workout is a fitness health stack that is suitable for all fitness conditions, whether it is increasing muscle mass, losing weight, or improving athletic performance When should I take time after Performance Lab SPORT? The instructions on the label recommend: “Take 4-6 capsules immediately after exercise with at least 16 ounces of water Drink more water, up to 32 ounces, with Performance Lab® Sport Post-Workout Training, depending on your training intensity and the amount of fluid lost during training

For best results, use it consistently.

” In fact, you can’t precisely observe how much fluid is misplaced during exercise (Or perhaps you possibly can, however it’s weird) So my suggestion is to play it protected and drink more water whereas taking sports supplements anyway The chances are that you might use additional water intake And if not, then that’s what peeing is! Do I have to get round creatine? I have taken different kreatiinilisäaineita a lot larger doses constantly for months with out critical unwanted side effects Nevertheless, once I took these other (I feel) overdose creatine dietary supplements, elbow inflammation developed in the elbow, in all probability because of the drying effects of creatine I can’t be quite positive this was a creatine defect … but the tendonitis disappeared quickly after I ended taking creatine After that, I haven’t had any issues with the long-term after-work of Performance Lab SPORT Actually, it might be my favourite function on this method: the way it uses a modest amount of intense, easily absorbed creatine as an alternative of an affordable, hard-to-absorb kick I’ve not had dehydration (again, additions to Efficiency Lab’s electrolyte enhancement) or stomach issues that happen with low cost creatine sources Creatine ranges after a Efficiency Lab SPORT train are protected and nicely tolerated, which might be taken day by day with out the need for a biking schedule BIG Performance Lab SPORT Pre-, Intra- and Exercise Insertion Stack To improve your FULL exercise, Performance Lab delivers a number of extra ergogenic inserts that may be stacked with the Performance Lab SPORT Submit-Workout An entire stack of Efficiency Lab pre-workout, inner, and post-workout schedules consists of: Performance Lab SPORT Pre-Exercise: A non-stimulant muscle energizer and NO booster vaccination for improved muscle pump and endurance; this stack improves training endurance with pure ergogenic substances which are protected and well-tolerated for long-term use Take a look at the complete evaluation of Efficiency Lab SPORT Pre-Exercise Performance Lab SPORT BCAA: Taken before and after train, and even inside the workout, branched-chain amino acids help in on-site muscle upkeep and improvement helps forestall muscle breakdown and fatigue Learn the complete evaluate on Efficiency Lab SPORT BCAA Performance Lab SPORT post-workout: For post-workout supplementation, this post-workout stack is included in the pre-workout and BCAA formulas, promoting improved post-workout recovery and dehydration , a serious concern for fitness creatine Learn the complete assessment on Performance Efficiency SPORT Publish To buy or study more, go to: wwwPerformanceLabcom

, Efficiency Lab additionally provides testosterone booster and a fat burner stack.

The range here is impressive as a result of it permits the Efficiency Lab purchaser to combine and match stacks the best way they want – with out compromising their vegan eating regimen Last Thoughts Pre-Workout Dietary supplements Enhance Exercise Efficiency, whereas Submit-Workout Dietary supplements Improve Exercise Restoration, which also improves exercise efficiency in a larger picture Most of the time, it appears that evidently we favor pre-workout stacks, maybe because they provide probably the most acutely visible benefits and are nice for them, however post-workout stacks also present the key to the puzzle Whether or not you’re simply getting in the health club or exercising for years, the Efficiency Lab SPORT Submit-Exercise is among the greatest advanced choices after a vegan exercise to the subsequent degree of fitness Not all post-workout dietary supplements are the same Many misuse the label and end up with an affordable, ineffective components that has poor and nifty efficiencies Don’t fall for it As an alternative, select correctly and select a post-workout stack that’s simple and easy and inexperienced in and out ! -Perform (f, b, e, v, n, t, s) if (f fbq) returns; n = ffbq = perform () ncallMethod? ncallMethod

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