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HELLO, I AM STILL ALIVE. I am so sorry to disappear without any warning. I was not anticipating such an abrupt leave !!  So much has happened since I left, my goodness. Endgame happened... yep, that happened... I was kind of still here for that but it wasn't enough.

My excuses: What happened was, I graduated from college and began my Master’s program immediately - like, I-was-already-doing-homework-a-week-after-my-graduation immediately. I went in & did my residency which was a crazy nine day workshop that went from nine in the morning to nine at night & I have just recently completed the first month of the program !! (each month there’s a packet due to a mentor where I have to write a five page cover letter, a twelve page critical analysis of two books that I read that month, and twenty-five pages of new creative fiction... wowza). The bright-side is I am working from home almost every day as a writer/freelance illustrator, and I’m doing commissioned portraits for the time being while I send out mailers and try to kickstart my illustration career whilst I learn how to write professionally. By the end of this, I will have a Master of Fine Arts Degree in Creative Fiction Writing (heck) & I should hopefully have a license to teach at the college level, which is insane. Phew. I am so excited for this part of my life. I am so excited to improve on my writing and to start my art career. This is something that I have dreamed of since I was an infant and have worked my ass off for in the past eight years.  But oh. my. god. am I tired.

What to expect from me: I miss you guys so much. I hope to pick up a bit of rping here again for some r&r from my everyday writing, but in order to keep myself sane and keep up my creative energy, I will be very selective from now on and I am so sorry to say that I honestly cannot promise a timeline for responses. Please still message me, I love to hear from you angels & I would love to see how you’ve all been since I abandoned you *sobs* I hope everyone is well! I love you darlins.

xoxo Meg

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Bruce wishes he could do more to ease it. If you could punch the lights out of the crap in Pietro’s veins he would have, but he can’t. No serum, no quick fix. It’d be a battle of wills, mind verses addiction and all he could do was sit on the side lines with a hand to hold and a bucket. It’s a feeling of being helpless, he hates feeling helpless but he also imagines that of the two of them Pietro is feeling far worse.

It’s not as bad this time around, the taste doesn’t cling to his lips as viciously, it doesn’t clog his senses. It’s a wonder what the shower will do for the mind, how it clears the filth of the day. The drugs are still there, he’s still so pale, so thin and fragile but under it all Bruce thinks, perhaps, for a moment – his Pit is the one smiling back at him. 

Climbing into bed is both terrifying and singlehandedly the biggest relief he’s had in days when after a few moments of sharp breaths Pietro scrambles to follow. Trembling so violently the frame shifts with him, terrified of the dark. Bruce has to wonder what happened in it to cause that reaction but it’s not a nightmare he’ll poke at today. 

Instead he shushes him, opens his arms easily and reaches around to flick on the pale reading light still strewn across the side table. It’s small enough not to burn through his retenas, bright enough to chase away the shadows at least for now. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay honey.” 

He’s not, they’re not but fuck they will be. They had to be because the alternative was loosing everything. Loosing Pietro, loosing himself and by God he wasn’t going to let that happen. It didn’t matter what fight he had to win or what he had to swallow down to make it work, it’d work. Pietro was home and home was where they could be safe.

Some spiteful part of him whispers you already did at the explanation. You were going to. You would have. Yet it’s selfish, it’s so fucking cruel to think. He was the one who’d gone. Intentionally or not, he knew Pietro’s abandonment issues walking into this and the damage it had done was on his head. Rather than argue, rather than let the pissy little voice win he cards his fingers through drying hair, presses a kiss to follow and murmurs anything he thinks might help. 

I know baby, I’d never leave you either, never by choice, never again. Go to sleep honey, I’ll be here, I always am. 

Pit goes lax against him and something in Bruce can finally breathe. Hulk is still silent, a mixture of hurt and confusion, anger at what’s come of their little family. The whole life they built, that they never should’ve had. Bruce doesn’t force it, lets him shut the mental door. Hell knows they all needed to process, to work through this. 

Waking up is disorientating when you don’t remember going to sleep, he knows the feeling, it’s familiar and for a second he tries to convince himself it was a hell of a bad dream. Some fever hallucination after a mission perhaps. 

It’s not. 

His fingers trail slowly over the frailness of Pietro’s cheek, looking him over quietly as he blinks himself awake, limbs heavy. God he could probably sleep for a thousand more years but that wouldn’t exactly help anything. They both needed to eat. Talk. 

Gently he follows the line of bruises and pinpricks. It might not be the body he knew when he left, it’s enough. It’s his Pit and he’d love him just as much like this. Tracing each rib, brushing his thumb soothingly over his skin. 

“Hey, time to wake up bedhead. You promised me breakfast.” 

It’s domestic in a way he’s missed, gauging an ache in his chest but damn he’s still smiling through it. Less shaking then the night before, softer from exhaustion. Tapping his fingers to Pit’s chin before pressing a kiss to his temple.

“C’m’on. Don’t make me push you out of here.” 

HE HAD A DREAM.  He was moving slowly through space, the world around him numb to movement & kinetic energy as the objects at rest appeared to stay that way. It was a normal feeling for him, the shift of gravity in his favor as he did not need to acknowledge it while moving so fast that the rest of the world seemed still. Most of the time he cherished these moments: the peace of silence & slowness, of knowing that he was the only thing anchored in the universe in recognizing everything at this speed - but this time felt like the first time he had recognized his gift. He felt sick to his stomach, lost in a haze of motionless bodies, stalled to life & cursed to exist in a world too slow for him... lonely.  He could feel himself running, his feet moving below him with confidence in their own mindlessness, his heart thudding consistently with his breaths, his chest tight but not from the exercise, from something else. He knew that he was racing towards something, wondering helplessly if he could ever get there in time even with the slowness of the world. The problem was, he didn’t know whom he was trying to save - someone else, or himself. Regardless his body propelled forward, running, running, running - & still he never felt like he could escape this. And then he saw it. The edge of a floating city, the earth crumbling along the side of his country & falling miles and miles below.  He tried to stop, his sneakers skidding against the dirt, particles rippling up in the air as he threw his body back to catch the drag, to stop his momentum before he reached the edge - one foot slid off the edge, he felt it against the inner bone of his ankle, brushing the corner of rock & dust; but he managed to stay. The air escaped his lungs, deflating his chest like a balloon as his body sank into the dirt. Rest.

“ Bună încercare . “ The voice boomed above him. Pietro looked up to see the shadow of his own body standing over him, a grisly smile staring him dead in the eye as a sneaker met his shoulder & kicked him off the edge.  He fell. He fell for a long time. The thing about super speed is, when you fall, the world still moves slowly around you. You can think of all the possible solutions you’d like, you can conjure up full thoughts, memories, hopes, but ultimately you were weightless, like an astronaut in dead space, floating endlessly forever.  In Pietro’s case, he could watch the Earth get closer & closer to him. He could see the city above, the world below, & the nothingness in between as he grasped at air & choked on his own breath & watched his own death in slow-mo like an instant replay. & all the while, the air around him blared like a sound system, metallic amplifiers booming out a song mocking his defeat as he inched to his end. He flipped through the sky, his body twirling like a fucking ribbon in the wind & he almost wished it would happen quick, that he would just be over. But as the wish crossed his mind, he could see movement in the trees below him. His eyes sharpened, daring to focus on the parting of the branches & tree tops to move out of the way of a smudge of green. Hulk tore through the foliage to reach the ground beneath him. Maybe he hoped to snatch him out of the air, to swat him down to fall softer, maybe even to capture him in an embrace to soften the blow - if only he could reach him in time.  A smile itched across Pietro’s face & he let his eyes fall shut, waiting for his lover to catch him, or for him not to.  Then he opened his eyes. Bruce’s fingers graced his skin, trailing delicately across his ugly mistreated form, his lips meeting his temple with love & tenderness. He looked at him for a long time. That’s all he could do. He admired the fall of the warm light on his dark curls, the way the particles of dust & feathers from the pillows danced around his face like will-o'-the-wisps in a fairytale, the way his eyes caught the radiance of the light with shards of warm browns & comforting greens. Slowly, his fingers inched towards his lover’s face, tentative in the way it made contact with the skin of his jaw, the expanse of his neck, his cheek.

“ m-ai salvat ... “ he breathed, his chest shuddering beneath the weight of gravity. He felt frail, hollow - but Bruce was so full of light & life that just being close to him was warm.  Bruce would come to find Pietro staring at him like this a lot in their future, eyes fixed on him as if he were some kind of miracle, & that at any moment he could disappear.

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sweet dreams are made of these

[X-Men Apocalypse - Circa 2016]

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                                             A V E N G E R S  A S S E M B L E

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&& * WANDA * && | liked for a starter

PIETRO NEARLY SCOFFED AS HE SAW HER STANDING THERE IN THE SHADOWS, the glimmer of the red in her eyes almost haunting in the dead of the night. He clutched at his chest, his knuckles white & angry, not because she had startled him, but because he  K N E W  she would be awake. Wanda was always aware when his mind was not at rest, when his heart was beating so fast it was a consistent hum & he was crawling out of his own skin. The fact was, he wanted her to sleep. He didn’t want her to think about him - not when she should be at ease, & certainly not when he had absolutely no desire to talk about it. “ Whaat ?? Why do you nott just read my mind & get it overr with, “ he snapped, his breath short from his frantic sprints outside, desperate for his body to catch up to his mind. It ached, his chest physically ached from running so hard, but he fought to keep it as subtle as possible despite knowing that she couldn’t see through him any easier than if he was a windshield. 

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&& * GWEN * && | liked for a starter

“ SO, WHAAT DO YOU THINKK ?? Afterr I save thee world, I take you ouut ?? Some place really niice. You can wear a  b e a u t i f u l  dress & I can embarrass you with my complete disregarrd for table mannerrs. “

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&& * EVAN * && | cont. from here

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Evan narrowed his eyes at Pietro and smirked. “You know full well you have a standing invitation to be in any bed I’m in.” A small sigh followed. “Though if you need it…My darling dearest Pietro please join me in my bed so I can leech off of your warmth.” He lifted the blanket and patted the mattress. “Come on over.”

A SLOW SMIRK TUGGED AT THE CORNER OF HIS LIPS. He didn’t bother to hide it, because in only a moment he had already flashed forward into space. In a blur of blues & white, he crossed the distance of the room & appeared lying above Evan with arms on either side of his broad shoulders in a plank position.  “ I must thank you, forr this invitation, I am grateful. However, you arre on my side ovf thee mattress, frumos, “ he teased.

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&& * MO * && | liked for a starter

IT HAD BEEN IMPULSIVE LIKE MANY OF HIS DECISIONS TENDED TO BE. He wanted to go out for a bite to eat ( though really he was just wanting to flaunt his recently announced relationship with his hot girlfriend ) so he had dragged Morgan to get “Hawaiian style” hamburgers at a local food truck. He should have seen it coming, what with his superpowers & all, but he was so used to being invisible to the public eye & due to their location near a collection of food trucks, he had suspected that the approaching crowd was for the food. He was wrong.  The paparazzi closed in fast on Morgan Stark, cameras flashing & voices erupting wildly with demanding questions. They had experienced this before, but with their recent status shift from single to in-a-relationship, it became a swarm of locusts.  He was quick to slide in front of Morgan, gently pushing her behind him as he took her hand in his own.

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“Sometimes, I get a little lonely…”

“  I TEND TO THINK THAAT EVERYONE FEELS THIS WAY, SOMETIMES. We are not alone & yet, this iz somethingg I truly understand... The feelingg, it does not leafve. Not always, not forr everyone.  “

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&& * ROGUE * && | liked for a starter

WANDA STUDIED THE GIRL IN FRONT OF HER - SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A MARK, but the witch couldn’t help but notice her particular aura. She couldn’t help but take a peak as she looked inside her head for something to use against her & notice that Rogue - as she was called, had chosen this path to use her gifts for good. She had taken something so horrible, the inability to touch another without draining their life force & claiming their powers as her own, & turned it into something... beautiful... kind... h e r o i c . She imagined what it would be like for her if she forced her to use that power to hurt her friends, her found family, to destroy the establishment that had provided her with the strength to control. How could she do such a thing ?? When already in the girls’ mind her touch was deadly to those she loved - when that the touch-starved-girl craved only to be recognized as normal & good, when Wanda saw so much of herself in her. She lowered her hand, pulling it back against her chest as if to protect her own touch from Rogue’s skin. Her eyes glowed red in the darkness, but they softened as she stepped slowly out of the shadows & whispered, “ You... You arre like me, “ 

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&& * WANDA * && | plotted for a starter

HE COULDN’T GET TO HER. He couldn’t get to her & it was driving him mad. There was no way to track the number of days that they’ve been here - their meals were brought to them with varying hours in between, sometimes happening back to back, sometimes once a day, sometimes not at all. There was no window that he could see in the facility, & the lights never turned off. All Pietro knew was that it had been a long, long time since he had seen his sister, & despite the promise of a visit if he only completed another task, another, another - he never saw her. ... Maybe she was dead. The rest of them were... He would have liked to imagined that he would have felt it if she had left him, maybe he would have even keeled over at the same time. No... she had to be alive. He would have known - he would have felt it. Wanda... Wanda... Wanda...  His thoughts were loud as he nudged his head helplessly against the concrete wall between their cells. What he would give, just to hold her hand, to kiss her forehead, to brush his fingers against her cheek - just to feel her close to him, just to SEE that she was okay.  W a n d a . . .  

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"Pietro, why are you over there when I'm in a perfectly comfy bed made for two?"

&& * EVAN * && | has caught the attention of one speedy boi

“ WELL, YOU SEE, I HAD NOT PROPERLY RECEIVED AN INVITATION PRIORR TO THE SLEEPINGG ARRANGEMENT, “ Pietro smirked as he eyed the other & propped his legs up on the side table in front of where he was seated. “ How was I to know thaat I had been welcomed ?? “

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&& * NATASHA * && | plotted for a starter but probably didn’t ask for this

AN EXPLOSION ERUPTED FROM BEHIND THEM BOTH, LOUD & BOOMING & RATHER RUDE GIVEN THE TIMING - but Pietro only flashed a glimpse of those pearly whites as if he had all the time in the world.  “ So, az I was sayingg. Maybe afterr we, save the world, we celebrate ?? Perrhaps, I could buy you a drink or - “  A robot flew at them from the left with ferocious intensity & a horrible mechanical screaming. The speedster rolled his eyes & leapt forward. The world slowed around him as he twirled around Natasha, skirting up the wall behind her & running across it with ease. The robot now approaching just above him, he reached out & took the thing’s arm in his own hand. In one fluid motion, he leapt off the wall, flipped through the air & let time catch up. He landed in front of the woman with the robots’ arm in hand. The thing crashed violently to the ground beside them. 

He turned back to her & smiled brilliantly as he waved the arm of the robot in a romantic ‘after you’ motion. 

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&& * WANDA * && | plotted for a starter

“ WHAAT IZ THIS ?? “ PIETRO’S VOICE WHIZZED BY, barely audible as it was muffled by the speed with which he traveled. Wanda had been seated peacefully in the room on her own, & he would be a damn bad brother if he just let that slide - who would he be if he wasn’t a n n o y i n g her ?? He tore the object from his sister’s hands and flipped it over curiously in his own. “ So focussed, sisterr. So serious, all of thee time. We are with thee Avengerrs now !! Thee time to live it up iz upon us, is it nott ?? Seriously, whaat iz this ?? “

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Evan screamed as he jumped in the way of The Phoenix, absorbing it before falling to the ground, writhing in pain as it felt like every bit of him both physical and extraplanar was burning up. “G-Get as far away from here as you-AGH! As far as you can…please.” 

PIETRO TRIED TO STOP HIM, HE REALLY DID, but as it seemed to be happening over & over again lately, he was too late. How is it that someone who possessed the power for such incredible speed could so consistently fall short of being where he needed to be. It happened so fast & so slow all at once - it hadn’t occurred to him that Evan could be so heroically idiotic.  He wasn’t watching him, he just caught a glimpse, at just the last moment... Time slowed around him as he thrust forward as fast as his body would carry him. He eyed the spectral form threatening his friend... his lover, threatening to claim him as just another weapon, just another HOST. He could have sworn it even smiled at him, taunting him as it warped time to claim the boy who just barely escaped his reach - he felt the fabric at the back of his shirt, brushed it with just the tip of his fingers before - He was blasted backwards, his body hitting the ground hard as the spectral form was absorbed. 

“ Evan - “ he croaked out, wincing at the ringing in his ears. He looked up at the other, seeing the ripples of fire beneath his skin, the light shining through his veins. The panic rose in his chest, the sheer & utter horror of having another something that he couldn’t fight, of having another person he couldn’t save, of losing another someone special to him.  He was sluggish to move, pushing himself up off the ground despite the ache in his bones ( he had already taken a great deal of damage ) . He brushed off his thighs before meeting the gaze of the other. No fear. Never show it. “ N o . “ His voice was stern & unwavering. “ No, I will nott leafve you. “ 

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&& * ERIK * && | plotted for a starter

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADNETO

PIETRO WATCHED OVER HIS TWIN IN THE ROOM ADJACENT TO HIS OWN THROUGH A SMALL PLATE GLASS WINDOW, his arms crossed over his chest as he tried to contain the emotions coursing through him without being too explosive. Though, given the recent chain of events he wasn’t entirely certain what explosive would even represent anymore. Any semblance of normalcy that they might have achieved before it all came crashing down was gone. Sokovia, where they had lived for many years, where they had survived through bombings & war lords & homelessness, where they had lost their parents & their childhoods & fought for ages to make a better place - came crashing from the sky in an apocalyptic horror show. & he hadn’t even been around to see it... he hadn’t been there to hold his sister & cry with her as they watched their whole world burn for the second time in their young lives, because while she watched, he had been shot down like dog in the street. Dead. He had been dead. For two years.  He woke up to find that that hadn’t even been enough. The death of their country came with a price - the Sokovia Accords - once again turning mutants into no more than government weapons. He came to find that Captain America refused such an idea, accompanied by his sister as well as half of the Avengers. Divided & fighting each other, they lost. Again. His sister was taken into custody. His imagination hadn’t needed to stretch too far to paint the familiar picture of the sick sociological games being played on the RAFT, & he did not have the luxury to hope she was being treated better.  Upon his arrival, he quite quickly was able to assess the situation at hand. Wanda wasn’t simply being held here. Her time in prison was not her punishment - no. She was being tortured like a fucking prisoner of war - and it was no longer a rescue mission. It was a massacre.  In a past life, Pietro Maximoff liked to imagine that he was not a violent man, that he was someone who would do better by the world, maybe even become a hero... but as he set foot on the RAFT, he realized that hero was never who he was supposed to be. His destiny had other plans. He would become the physical embodiment of  W R A T H .  Every guard in that prison had become a twisted heap of blood and bone, every man & woman who had ever touched his sister in any way had seen the fury in his eyes before they collapsed on the floor like a sack of meat. None of them had an easy death, though all of them were quick. He figured that a mercy. Reclaiming his sister in his arms it was evident that she would have a long recovery - she barely even recognized him as truly being there; she thought it was all in her head. Maybe it was. Wanda was a powerful witch, he would be no less surprised if she had resurrected him herself.  He freed the others trapped there, barely paying attention to the wide eyes & nervous gratitude - he only wished that Clint had been there so he could thank him. It was probably for the best... he wasn’t sure Barton would want to see the monster he had created. Even Victor Frankenstein had run from his success, after all.  There were only two places the twins had the option of going if they wanted to survive. There were only two places that might welcome them... Wakanda or Genosha: an island of mutant refuge run by the man who believed that mutants were the evolution of mankind, the man who would defend mutants over all else, who believed in a better world... Erik Lehnsherr... MAGNETO.  Shuri had informed Pietro that Erik had been at the forefront of the movement against the government officials & supporters of the Accords, threatening anyone willing to imprison mutants, use them for their abilities, or sentence them to death. Pietro wanted to thank him in person, if for nothing else then for defending his sister when he was not able to, if for nothing else then for asking for refuge in a mutant-safe environment, if for nothing else then to ask to join the  R E V O L U T I O N .