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MOODBOARD V (Klara)

And I told you to be patient And I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced And I told you to be kind

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Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours. (AU where Klara never left the facility and is fighting the X-Men/Americans/whoever for the Soviets)

Pietro didn’t expect to be here, ideally him and Wanda would be far from this place. Somewhere in Eastern Europe, watching the night sky as they warm their hands around mugs of melted chocolate. Her sweet breath turning to steam against the crisp night air. He’d watch her talk for hours, her toothy grins warming him more than his jacket. 

Instead he’s here, watching her take hit after hit from a girl who couldn’t be more than half her age. He struggles beneath the mutant pinning him down, screaming her name amidst the cries of dozens of mutants who’d sought safety in Xavier’s halls. What idiots they all were, nowhere was safe. But especially not here. The petite brunette has Wanda by her neck, her knee in the center of her chest as his sister’s fingers crackle like something is suppressing her hexing. Seeing her legs scrambling against the ground, her fingernails digging into the girl’s arm...

Something breaks in him, an insatiable bloodlust and rage crawling somewhere buried in his gut. As the dam breaks, crumbles beneath the pressure, he forces his molecules to move faster. And faster. Until he’s moving straight into the mutant holding him down, the man’s bones break from the force of his movement. Shatter upon impact as Pietro runs through him rather than around him. And the blood in his eyes doesn’t keep him from gunning straight for the mutant girl on top of his sister.

Pietro had known he was capable of many things most people were not, but he was never capable of harming a child. But this girl was the one thing standing between him and the only person in the world that he loved. She deserves what she’s getting. He tells himself that as he rips her head back by her hair, his opposite hand vibrating through her core. Tearing her from Wanda, he yanks his arm out of her body and throws her to the ground where he watches her cough on her own blood. She seems much smaller up close, like if circumstances were different he would be killing for her instead.

[alexeitheviper]

who: @klara-volkov​ where: bahama breeze

long ago, alexei had let himself mourn the life he would never have. now, he recognized that all of the bad came with some good, but it was a lesson hard learned. did he agree with the way nicholai raised his children? probably not, but were some of things he’d done necessary to prepare them for the lives they were born into? sometimes. he knew he might have said something to free klara from her father’s iron hold earlier than she had been, but he also recognized that the path nicholai had chosen for her was much safer than the path their father had put on the two of them. that didn’t stop him from enjoying how close he was with his niece, though. she desperately needed someone to replace her father and alexei desperately needed someone to replace his child. 

so, here they were, enjoying their bimonthly tradition–brunch at bahama breeze, business talk not allowed. alexei scanned over the menu once again, even though he practically had it memorized by now. “what are you thinking of?”

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@moreweaponthangirl @littlelehnsherr @suspendedinscarlet

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Pietro @ Klara's bullies ( @moreweaponthangirl )

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✧ For Klara

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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Defend - Klara

The school was most often full of chatter, or yelling, or annoying laughter that Pietro usually tuned it all out. But rarely was it filled with the screaming and crashing sounding down the hall from the television room, and though he shouldn’t care he ends up going to investigate anyway. His fast feet skid to a stop just outside the nurse’s office, kids already hanging back in clusters and eyeing the door with nervous glances. Where were the professors? Shaking his head at the nonsense, he turned the knob, the charms on his leather bracelets clinking against the metal, and pushed the door open. 

“Enough!” he shouts, seeing red at the way the nurse attempted to hold the young girl’s arm against the bed as someone else attempted to keep her heels from meeting their faces. They both startle, and it’s when they do that he sees the needle in the nurse’s hand. The picture becomes achingly clear to him, and his instinct to protect Klara’s wishes and his common sense telling him that she needed this were at odds with each other. But when his eyes find hers next, his mind is made up. 

Pushing himself past the shouting nurse and their attendant, he yells back at them in English he knows she most likely cannot understand. But he makes it very clear that he doesn’t plan on letting them do anything without her permission by the way he gently hefts her into a seating position, holding her against his chest as he argues over her head.