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morvantmortuary · 4 months

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Our Sokovian Cousin --

(A FranticFanfic collaboration!)

So I was hanging out with my buds @maximoffwxnda and @fairyysoup last night, and after a fun round of FranticFanfic (which, if you write fic, you should definitely either look into playing solo or with your friends at franticfanfic.com), we were digging back through some of our older rounds, and I found this little gem from like? summer of ‘22?? I asked the other two if they were okay with me posting it, and just thought I'd share it here for funsies ✨

for those who don't know how it works, basically you set a time limit (three minutes or five or more or less depending on how much of a masochist you are) and after everyone throwing in some character suggestions at the beginning, you pick two out of the proverbial hat, and start to write a fic. it's then an exquisite corpse situation where you're randomly shuffled someone else's fic where they left off and write as fast as you can, and then after three switches, the fics are finished and shared and everyone reacts and votes and has a gay old time. it can be played with blorbos or OCs, and obviously in this case, we used both! it's a blast seeing how everyone reacts to weird character combinations, as well as getting to play with your friends' OCs for a few minutes like the beloved barbie they are (and seeing how well they know yours is just!!! a whole other kind of love omg 🥰). we usually play with our friend @bigtiddythanos in the mix too, and it’s always a fantastic evening 🖤

I'll tag the places where we switch off -- but at the end of each section, so if you want to guess who's who ahead of time, feel free. :) I think we were working with around three minutes apiece here?

and, if you haven't read either @fairyysoup or @maximoffwxnda before, definitely go give them a look!! we all met in the Zemo fandom, but they've both covered a plethora of characters since then across multiple fandoms, including Stranger Things, The Alienist, Peacemaker, and Moon Knight, among others, and they're all *mwah* Quality. 🤌🏻🥰

soup's masterlist is here.

wanda's masterlist is here.

this isn't super long, but it is near and dear to my heart 💜 all under a cut so I don't throw off anyone's flow!

Maxi squints at the man who just stepped into the antechamber of the House, dressed in an overly heavy coat for the hot Louisiana weather.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Hector asks, whispering from behind his hand in the most non-confidential way possible.

Maxi thinks for a moment before he makes a note of the oddly close resemblance he has to the man. "Oh, it's our cousin from Russia or whatever."

"Sokovia." Their cousin, Zemo, glares caustically at the two men as he closes the front door. "Your cousin from Sokovia, thank you. It appears the House hasn't changed much in the twenty years I've been away. Not a bad look, but still, it has that rustic charm you never could get rid of."

Maxi's eye twitches. "Why are you here, exactly?"

(this was by @fairyysoup!)

"And what's with the coat, man?" Hex laughed.

Zemo fixed his icy eyes on him.

Unlike with most people, Hector refused to shrivel under the force of his gaze. "It's like a million degrees out there."

"Some of us know the meaning of fashion. I like your… shirt."

Hector looked down at his t-shirt and scoffed. "Whatever. I'm gonna bother Rora. Lemme know when Moneybags McGee leaves," Hector said over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

"Now… Why are you here?" Maxi asked once more with thinly veiled frustration.

"You've heard of James Barnes? The Winter Soldier?" Zemo asked conversationally as he pulled off a set of leather gloves.

Maxi shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

Zemo tilted his head at his cousin. "Then surely you've heard of Captain America."

Maxi had. Everyone had. Anyone who hasn't was living under a rock. Or dead. Speaking of which… Maxi had a body currently waiting in the basement. It was in rough shape and needed to be disposed of.

While Zemo had seen and caused his fair share of corpses in his life, he didn't need to know his extended family's secrets.

"Well then, The Winter Soldier and Captain America are currently on their way. I suppose I should've led with that."

(this was @maximoffwxnda!)

Maxi blinked, trying not to let the utter drop in his gut show too much on his face. "Uh, you fuckin' think? Jesus Christ, man," he turned back towards the basement door. "You're family, you know what kind of operation we run around here. You couldn't've just shot me a text as soon as you heard?"

Zemo arched an elegant brow. "I much prefer to handle these things in… person."

"Well that's fantastic for you!" Maxi let his full exasperation shine through. "You're not the one who's got a corpse in the fuckin' basement!"

"This is a mortuary," Zemo waved a hand dismissively. "I'm sure it's not that out of place."

"Look," Maxi took his glasses all the way off, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off an oncoming stress migraine. "What the fuck do you want? Why are you here, and are you actually gonna help with any of this?"

"I'm more than happy to distract them," Zemo said in a way that would've been soothing and not condescending on anyone else. "Though I do wonder why your affairs aren't more… in order. If I remember," he cast a gaze over the room. "My uncle ran a rather… tight ship. Vincent, I believe?"

Zemo wasn't used to people suddenly shoving a scalpel against his throat unexpectedly, or for it to glow a blazing red to match the eyes of his cousin.

"Give me one good reason not to add you to the assembly in the basement," Maxi muttered, his voice layered with something that wasn't quite human.

Zemo's eyes, after so long, flickered with their own light - a deep, ominous amethyst. "Because," he murmured, his voice velvet and low. "The last thing we want to do is deny They Who Provide one more potential heir. Don't we, Maximilian?"

Maxi blinked, admittedly looking caught off-guard. "Since when did you--"

They both stopped, turning with wide eyes as a singular knock seemed to echo through the vast foyer.

They looked back to each other with a frown.

(aaand obviously this was me -- it's two years later and I just noticed I shifted into past tense out of habit instead of present, lmao. :'D)

anyway! I'm in a space where Zemo and the Morvants each have control of half my brain right now, so this was right in the sweet spot of what I needed, lmao. thanks again to my friends for letting me post this little snippet, and looking forward to writing more with y’all soon!! ✨🥰

#baron zemo #helmut zemo #maximoffwxnda #fairyysoup #frantic fanfic #maxi morvant #hector morvant-casares #hex morvant-casares #morvant mortuary #slasher ocs #southern slasher ocs #necromancer ocs #daniel brühl fc #diego luna fc #gwen!! ♥️✨#rose!! 🖤🥀

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rhey-007 · 9 months

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*✧･ﾟ𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 *✧･ﾟ

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Just a little disclaimer before you start reading:

- It's the first time I wrote something like this, so it might not be good.

- English is not my first language so I might have made some small mistakes.

Without further ado, enjoy! :))

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader

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Theme song

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

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Dancing Bears

Painted Wings

Things I almost remember.

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December....

...Breathtaking...

...Enigmatic...

...Graceful...

Something drew me towards...

And it was not just beauty...

...It was...

...𝘏𝘌𝘙...

It was December where I first saw 𝘩𝘦𝘳 on a Christmas ball.

Dressed in emerald green gown, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 fair skin accompanied by a set of shining, gold jewelery and 𝘩𝘦𝘳 auburn locks softly tied back with a bow.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 was surrounded by various men, older and younger. I wasn't the only one fascinated by 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 looked so lost amongst them, so confused, so... scared.

The voice of my father took me out of trance and immediately engaged me into a conversation, I was very clearly not interested in. The whole time my thoughts were with 𝘩𝘦𝘳...

When we finished 𝘴𝘩𝘦 was no longer there.

I haven't seen 𝘩𝘦𝘳 anymore that night...

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

It was the second time I saw 𝘩𝘦𝘳 that I learned 𝘩𝘦𝘳 name.

...

I was brave enough to approach 𝘩𝘦𝘳 that time. Her bright smile was a pure delight to see and her soft voice was like honey to my ears.

I wanted to ask her to dance, but 𝘴𝘩𝘦 was quicker. It was a nice and werid feeling to be asked to dance by a women, when usually you were the one to ask. But I didn't comply and agreed, to her joy.

Her royal blue gown spoon delicately with every her move as we danced until the late night...

''Thank you''

Were her last words until she disappeared into her 1960's Rolls-Royce, leaving me satisfied that I could add some charm to her time.

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

The third party was hosted by my family and I decided to invite her myself. I had to weasel my way into my grandmother’s and her friend's good graces in order to find out more about the enchanting girl.

I hopped onto my horse and galloped to my beloved’s mansion. It was a huge Victorian castle, settled among the hills and forests, giving it the perfect fairytale atmosphere and making the girl living inside even more princess like.

“Here”

A soft voice squeaked from between the tall trees. I was fast to get off the horse and follow it.

It led me to a small pond, surrounded by dozens of beautiful flowers and between them sat her...

“What brings you here? “

She asked as I approached her slowly, her green eyes darting away from the flower crown she was making to meet mine. She read through me almost immediately and answered before I could even open my mouth.

“Sure”

She stood up and took a few steps towards me. Our faces inches away as she stared into my soul, trying to find a reason why such an intelligent and sophisticated gentleman as me took a liking in a country girl she really was.

After what felt like hours, she lifted her hands and placed a crown full of corn flowers, daisies and poppy flowers on top of my head. She explained why she chose the flowers and I listened to every her word while melting in her eyes.

“Thank you”

Was the only thing I have managed to breathe out before she left, again...

Far away,

Long ago,

Glowing dim as an ember,

Things my heart

Used to know

Things it yearns to remember

And a song someone sings...

When the party started, she was the only person I awaited. No one there interested me so much as she did.

As I started to loose faith she walked through the huge door to the ballroom. Her pastel yellow dress shined in the light of the chandeliers taking my breath away.

She surprised me more every time I saw her.

“You came”

I chirped happily and took her under my arm.

“Of course I did”

She giggled and took my arm, already pulling me to the dance floor.

“I've noticed you like to dance”

“You don't?... “

Her expression shifted from happy to sad before we even stepped on the dance floor.

“I do... Especially with you”

A blush spread across her face and a flirtatious smirk creeped up onto mine. We didn’t say anything more, just started to dance and indulge in each other’s company.

All eyes were on us, yet she didn’t seem to care.

When the party was slowly coming to an end, we sat in my mother's gardens, gazing at the sky full of stars and listening to the sough of the fountains.

“Zemo?”

Silence...

“Why do you like me? “

I didn’t respond...

My hand found it's way to her cheek then stroked it gently. I saw her eyes trying to find an answer to her mind-boggling question on my face, but it was blank...

Soon our lips met in a soft but tender kiss. I was afraid she would pull away, but she came even closer. We poured all our feelings into the kiss hoping we would understand each other's intentions more.

I think it worked...

...Once upon a December...

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So that was my short story for Baron Helmut Zemo.

I hope you liked it :))

Thank you so much for reading and have a good day or night 💫

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#helmut zemo #zemo x reader #baron zemo #baron helmut zemo #fanfic #marvel #tfatws #marvel fanfiction #Youtube

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the-ravening · 3 months

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*blinks* ...Michelle's Bday fic? ("It's a common name," she murmurs to herself, "so go ahead and put those hopes down.") (I have a doc on my desktop named 'For Shan' and no mistake about it it's something you will get someday. 😂 )

Thank you to everyone who tagged me in the latest round of the WIP game going around. I will not be participating this time because I never even finished answering my asks from the last time and it’s been dragging on my conscience ever since.

Speaking of which… Michelle! I’m sooooo sorry it took me this long to answer your ask from last year. Of course “Michelle’s Bday fic” was for you!!! You and me 🤝 starting bday fics for each other and not finishing them.

It was supposed to just be a small little hurt/comfort wound cleaning in the shower thing, but I didn’t get it done in time and I felt so self-conscious writing for you because your words are always so beautiful.

Anyway, I have almost 3k written but doubt I’ll be finishing it any time soon, so please accept this meagre offering of a long snippet (aka the first 1.6k of the fic).

Hope you’ve been doing well! Sending you love and kisses forever 💗💗💗

Three sets of heavy footsteps trudged through the front door of the safehouse, slow and lumbering in their exhaustion. The air around them was thick with the iron tang of blood and a persistent tingle of burnt gunpowder rattling around in their sinuses, as they slipped into the kind of quiet torpor that always followed a difficult mission seen to its end. Though it had gotten a bit dicey at times on this one, they’d earned the satisfaction of having completed their objective and made it back alive in one piece. Well, mostly in one piece, Bucky thought, running his eyes critically over Zemo’s broad back as the man stepped into the apartment’s living area ahead of him. There was a conspicuous tear in his beloved long wool coat, the fabric slashed and stained dark with blood below his left shoulder blade.

“All right,” Sam said, voice deep with weariness. “Let’s take a look at your back, Zemo.”

“Merely a shallow flesh wound. I’ll be fine,” Zemo demurred.

“Knowing you, that means they probably hit a major organ and you’re about to pass out on your own carpet,” Sam grumbled.

“Really, is there so little trust between colleagues these days?”

Sam and Bucky took simultaneous deep breaths and sighed heavily at the irony of this statement rolling off the tongue of this particular colleague of theirs.

Before Sam could come up with any further argument though, they were interrupted by a tinny sound blaring from somewhere in the depths of his leather jacket. It quickly developed into the sunny tones of a song Bucky only knew because Sam had once told him it was called “‘Fuck You’ by CeeLo Green… C’mon, man, you don’t know that one?” and only recognized from how often this personalized ringtone went off on Sam’s phone.

“Man, already? Doesn’t this guy have anything better to do than stick his nose up our asses after every mission?” Sam groaned as he fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen with his thumb to answer it. “Secretary Ross. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

He turned to Bucky and rolled his eyes as he held the phone to his ear, no doubt listening to Ross droning on on the other end of the line. Putting his hand over the mic, he stage whispered to Bucky, “Take care of Zemo for a few minutes, would you? I have to deal with this,” and then he wandered off into the office and closed the door behind him.

Left alone with Zemo, Bucky glared at him, wanting nothing less than to have to babysit him in Sam’s absence. On the other hand though, he really didn’t want Zemo to die of organ failure today either.

“If it were serious, I wouldn’t be standing right now.” Zemo lifted his hands in that placating gesture he liked to do so much, the one that Bucky found particularly annoying when directed at him. But he couldn’t help noticing Zemo holding back a small wince of pain as his arms came up.

Bucky sighed. “There’s a whole lot of possibilities between ‘okay’ and ‘dead’, Zemo. At least let me take a look and help you clean it out. There’s no way you’ll be able to reach back there.”

“More than anything, what I need right now is a shower,” Zemo huffed and turned towards the bathroom, effectively ending the discussion.

Bucky scrubbed a hand over his face and wondered if this would be the day Zemo finally died for real on his watch. After everything they’d been through today, he didn’t have the mental energy to argue with the man, but what was slightly worrying was that it seemed Zemo didn’t even have it in him to bite back in that flirty, teasing, infuriating way he normally did. Bucky hoped that wasn’t a sign that he was secretly bleeding out internally. They were both covered in sweat and blood and grime and gunpowder, so maybe he could let this go for now and they could pick it back up once Zemo finished his little beauty spa routine in there.

“Well?” Zemo drawled, and Bucky glanced up in time to see the man looking over his shoulder at him as he stepped through the doorway. Zemo raised an eyebrow. “Are you coming?”

Bucky stood in stunned silence, watching Zemo disappear into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open behind him. The innuendo was clear, but Zemo was all innuendo all the time, and maybe Bucky was the one misconstruing it by considering for even a moment that there was any serious intent here.

He really did want to check out Zemo’s injury—though maybe want was a bit too strong a word there. What he wanted was to pour himself a whiskey neat and sit down on the couch and forget for five minutes that Zemo was his responsibility. But what he’d gotten instead was an opportunity to make sure their notoriously secretive parolee didn’t end up with sepsis down the line from an infected knife wound, or worse. Bucky sighed again and reluctantly made to follow behind Zemo, as if drawn forward on a persistent leash that he could never quite shake off.

The bathroom was overly large and opulent, as tended to be the case in Zemo’s scattered family properties-turned-safehouses, which they now took advantage of whenever their missions allowed—though a more pretentious person might call its design spacious and modern. As he stepped into the room, Bucky was hit with the loud hiss of the shower, its rushing spray battering the black tiles as it heated up to temperature in its glass enclosure.

In the centre of the room, Zemo stood like a dark and ragged headland dropping off into the sea, as he slid his coat over slumped shoulders to land in a heavy tumble of eroded rock at his feet. Bucky was certain that no matter the air of indifference that Zemo put on, he was well and truly far along the road of fatigue, because under normal circumstances the man he knew would never treat his favourite things with such lack of care.

Zemo drew a sharp breath between his teeth as he brought his shoulder blades together in a weak attempt to shrug his double shoulder holster off. Even the most incremental of movements seemed to exacerbate the pain of his injury.

“Here, let me just—” Bucky muttered as he strode up to Zemo and stopped him gently with a hand on his shoulder. He tugged carefully at the slide adjuster on the back of the harness, loosening it, and then reached around to slide his fingers underneath the leather straps, tucking them snugly against the meat of Zemo’s chest. Slowly and gingerly, he worked the straps over Zemo’s shoulders and slid them all the way down his arms, finally dropping the holster with its guns atop the heap of Zemo’s coat on the floor, gun safety be damned. It really was that sort of day.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, Zemo fumbled at the buttons of his ruined shirt with tired fingers. Bucky tried not to let the worst of his imagination run wild as his eyes tracked over the torn and blood-soaked fabric, hoping it looked much worse than it really was. Once Zemo got the shirt spread open, Bucky helped him slide it off too, revealing the expanse of his pale shoulders and a Pollock-esque smear of blood down his back, red speckled all around like so many more lurid stars dispersed amongst his freckles.

Bucky squinted scrutinizingly at the wound, its raw and red gape a wrathful mouth, lips split and spitting vitriol. Despite its gory appearance, it looked clean and fairly shallow—the blade had likely caught on a rib, sparing him from any deeper damage. It was still bleeding sluggishly, though not enough to be dangerous, already clotting. It’d certainly need a few stitches, but Sam could take care of that easily once they cleaned it up.

While Bucky was focused on assessing the cut, Zemo was dead set on shedding the rest of his soiled clothing, like a birch tree unraveling its bark layer by layer, to expose the smooth and fresh golden skin beneath. Muscular thighs flexed as he kicked off his boots, tac pants following in their wake, slipping his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his underwear and tugging them down over the firm globes of his ass. Bucky caught sight of a deep pair of indents on Zemo’s lower back—his dimples of Venus, his brain supplied unhelpfully—before averting his eyes. He told himself the flush of heat he felt on his face was a result of the rising temperature in the room, a consequence of the roaring shower. He swallowed around a lump in his throat that definitely wasn’t there.

Now shamelessly naked, Zemo tugged open the shower door with his right hand, muscles rippling over the uninjured side of his back, and stepped into the spray of water.

Bucky had a brief moment debating with himself the merits of just leaving Zemo to his shower and going to get himself that drink after all, but that was promptly quashed as Zemo let out a loud moan at the first cascade of hot water hitting his body from the rainfall showerhead above him. That deep, throaty sound hit Bucky dead-on and proceeded to run over him like a high-capacity freight train, and got him dropping his pants pretty fucking quickly. Making quick work of the rest of his clothes, Bucky stepped into the shower and pulled the glass door shut behind him with a soft click.

#answered asks #WIP meme #writer asks #ravening writes #winterbaron #winterbaron fic #fic WIP #@shadowslament

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mypoisonedvine · 3 months

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Well... I'm intrigued, what do you think about these?

⌛💖💕

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

that really depends! I have a reputation for being fast, and I absolutely can be (over 10k in one sitting is not at all unheard of), but it requires a lot of inspiration and free time. I can take much longer if I'm struggling to piece the plot together. I work more than I do when I first started so I can't keep up with my old pace, but I'm thankful for those days where I can write a lot at once!

💖 What made you start writing?

there's three different answers to this one. in terms of all writing, I started as soon as I was capable! when I was a little kid I would write 'books' (printer paper stapled together) and illustrate them lol. as for writing fanfiction, I started with smutty gay ships in a certain fandom that, to put it cheekily, shall not be named. and lastly, what started me writing reader insert on tumblr was the witcher fandom for my beloved jaskier <3 it's been a long time since I wrote for him or even watched the show (about 4 years since I first began) and I hope I'm here for a long time to come.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

this one changes with my hyperfixations and moods, but at the moment it's zemo, or honestly any dilf-y daniel brühl character. I'm convinced that if he held me, I would be cured of all mental, physical, and spiritual ailments.

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six-demon-bag · 2 months

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What other writers would you recommend for Winterbaron fics, or anything with Zemo? I've read everything you've written (twice) and I want to support more writers too!

aw thank you!! i’m so glad you enjoy my fics so much!!

here's some to start with, since there's so many good writers in this fandom:

takupaku - well, simply look and see. beloved to me @zemos-bathrobe

Ves_pertine - we have a folie a deux going on with thomas lang plus she joined me on my zemo ankle obsession @hiddenxplaces-blog

Sparcina - of course. goes without saying except i am also saying it 😌 @zsparz

for some wonderful fuckery (watch the warnings) check out:

Ravening and maphia (who keeps hiding fics!!) @the-ravening @tales-from-a-maphia-don

i have some scattered ones bookmarked on my ao3 as well (you just have to get past my icemav phase lol)

like Rusoe’s series !! (lock the fire escapes) (sorry i dont know your tumblr)

and this fic (Do you hear steps?) which is like my catnip 4ever by ithilien_wolf @ithilien-wolf

for such a little fandom (will we ever break 2k probably not since we also have a deletion problem) you will find top tier fic everywhere. but i will cease at this list and hopefully you find some you enjoy!!

#hard to keep the list manageable!1 #everyone needs to stop being so good at writing #sixdemon fic rec #sixdemon answers #i owe yall a lot of fic comments lol sorrryyy

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ofsokovianbaronesses · 2 months

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📝 A Letter

Dear Helmut

To Whom it may concern

Beloved husband

Helmut,

I don’t know how to begin this letter in a way that will prepare you for its contents. I don’t know if they will even let you have this letter. I’m not sure how censorship works in prison letters, and I am sure you are not receiving enough mail for this to slip through. Unless you’re receiving fan mail and love letters from miserable women who start romantic relationships with men in prison for life. If you are, I WILL find them and make them even more miserable.

By now, you’ve probably scanned to the bottom of this letter to see the sign off and realised who is writing to you now. You’ve noticed that the signature exactly matches the one you know so well. And you’ve also noticed that the above paragraph has two of the three codes you taught me for any communication that may be compromised to prove my identity.

But for avoidance of doubt, I am your wife, Heike Ania Zemo. My maiden name is Zelenkov. I have a tattoo on my inner ankle of a bluebird. Karl nicknamed him Hector. My mother hated it.

I’m sure you have questions. I will send another letter with the answers soon, rather than overwhelm you here. Please just know that I am alive and I am safe. I have thought long and hard about writing you this letter, I considered allowing you to continue to think I was dead, believing it to be kinder for us both. You already believed us to be separated by death, what good would downgrading it to separated by a life sentence?

In simple terms, I am a coward and selfish and I miss you.

My faith cannot withstand this test alone, but my love for you and the life we built together can. Even after everything, I love and miss you. And I cannot face another day of being a ghost. You are the only husband I have and ever will have and I will ALWAYS love you. Nor did I wish for you to hear of my survival from anyone else.

Always yours,

Heike

#;answered meme

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sunflowersoldat · 2 years

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All Is Fair- In False Fronts and High Stakes

Chapter 4: False Fronts and High Stakes

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Bad language words, angst, plans of assassination.

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: 4.4K

A/N: **<- means it’s a POV change!

It was midday the following Friday, your head was still spinning from your meeting with The Dealer, better known to the public as Mayor Zemo, how that had gotten past any of the Aces was beyond you. You had seen your fair share of political animals become part of the underground, you’d personally given many of them a shake-down, or scared them into silence for the highest bidder.

The game had definitely changed now, the highest power in the city had the Aces in his pocket, you were fairly sure he had the city council under his watchful gaze, the heads of the families stood no chance against him. Sure, it was a rule, no business is personal business within the house, but all it takes is a lit match thrown into the cards, and everything would go down in a fiery blaze.

You sighed while watching the moving crew bring in a new Egyptian artifact, “This is the sarcophagus of Pharaoh Ptolemy IV.” you turned your head toward Steven as he walked up beside you, his cheerful voice floating through the air, big brown eyes fixed on the sarcophagus being added to the exhibit “After he was cured from a mysterious illness, he worshiped Khonsu. Even called himself ‘Beloved of Khonshu Who Protects His Majesty and Drives Away Evil Spirits.”

As Steven continued to excitedly talk, a throat cleared behind you, causing you to turn around. Tony Stark stood in the hallway, a bright smile spread across his face. You begin to walk away, distractedly telling Steven you'll be back, you had a visitor. Smiling, you walk towards him, embracing him in a hug before showing him the way to the atrium. You took a deep breath, allowing the fresh green air to fill your lungs.

Spreading your arms, you allowed the foliage to slip through your fingers.

You clear your throat, “To what do I owe the pleasure Tony?”

“What? Can I not come see my little sister?”

You scowled, “Stank, you haven’t seen me in over a month…”

He sighed, “Okay, Squirt, I actually came to give you your new access card to the tower. I changed all the locks and codes after… well you know.” he extended his hand, a laminated key card with your name and picture on it laid in his palm.

You plucked the card from his hand and placed it into your pocket, you cringed as you looked at the picture, it was from the last time the four of you had taken family portraits, years ago, “Carbonell. Figured you’d put Stark–” you groaned, “–You couldn’t have chosen a better picture?” you laughed lightly.

He smiled wider “It’s your legal name is it not? I respected your choice to leave as father did. And as for the picture… Well I was going to use this one–” removing his wallet from his inner jacket pocket, he pulled a picture from inside, “but figured you'd sooner kill me.” he turned the picture around, you smiled brightly at the memory, you were on Tony’s back in the lab, holding one of his latest projects over his head as he tried in vain to pull you off and retrieve the project from your grasp.

You shook your head, softly laughing at the sentiment. “Do you always carry that photo?

He shrugged, “Never know when I’ll need blackmail.”

You raised your brow at the comment. As nice as it was to see your brother smile and seemingly unstressed, he was a busy man, and didn’t do anything without a reason, unless it was important. He had a family to run and could have sent anyone with the key card, Happy, Natasha, or even Danvers. No, Tony Stark always had a reason for showing his face, you furrowed your brows, “Is that all?”

He sighed deeply, looking down at his hands, “No, Squirt. We have a problem.”

You scowl, scoffing, “We? Do you have a mouse in your pocket?.” you retorted sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes, straightening himself, “Cut the shit, kid. Nat told me everything.”

You turned away, picking at the rosebush closest to you, plucking a rose from its stem, “Everything? I’m afraid I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“Rogers, Squirt. I don’t want you seeing him.”

“Stop calling me that, I’m not a child.”

“You are certainly acting like one. Just do as you're told and don’t see him again.”

You tilted your head, raising your brows, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember giving you power over who I can or cannot see. My relationship with Steve is none of your concern.” you snap.

“I happen to be your brother, and head of this family, so when it affects the business it does concern me!” his voice rising.

You clench your teeth, “Oh, now you care about being my brother? I haven't heard from you since the funeral, and now you want to show up and dictate my life? Have you forgotten that I denounced my involvement with the family years ago, for this very reason? Father accepted it, you should too.”

“The investors don’t care, after Thor’s little slip at the Gala, all their eyes are on you. I forbid you from getting involved with him.”

“Fuck your investors. I will decide what I do with my life, not you, not the families, me.” you seethed, words dripping venom, your hand closing around the rose, crushing it into pieces.

“He is bad news, kid. I’ve seen what happens to those who cross him, back out while you can, before this gets messy.”

“You don’t know Steve like I do Tony, he wouldn’t hurt me.” your heart lurched, the argument almost felt genuine, you shook off the feeling, this wasn't about Steve, this was about Tony trying to take your freedom.

“My word is final Squirt, end it or I will.” he replied coldly, you laughed darkly,

“It’s cute you think your word means anything at all.” Opening your hand you watched as the petals tumbled into the dirt.

A buzzing sound filled the space, Tony reached into his pocket taking out his phone, answering it, mouthing, “Bye Squirt.” as he turned and left the atrium.

“This conversation isn't over Stark!” You bellowed as he walked away, you clenched your fists, nails biting into the skin of your palm, resisting the urge to chase after him and pummel him. Soft footsteps against the stepping stones had you spinning around, to see Steve standing behind you, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his slacks.

Fuck.

Your knees weakened, heart fluttering in your chest when your eyes met, he gave you a lopsided grin, his blue eyes appearing more vibrant against his cerulean button up he had loosely rolled to his elbows, giving way to thick corded muscle and veins. The top two buttons of his shirt remained unbuttoned, a small glimpse of swirling ink peeking out.

“Everything alright Angel?” His eyes searched your face as he slowly closed the distance between you, his scent filling your senses. He removed his hand from his pocket and raised it to caress your face, his family rings sparkling in the afternoon sun.

You steeled yourself and gave him an award winning smile, “Everything is fine, just a sibling squabble, nothing to worry about.”

His smile widened as he dipped his head, lips brushing yours, your palm flattening against his chest “Good, wouldn't want my best girl having problems. What do you say we get outta here, hmm?”

“Steve…” you warned, your other arm sliding around his neck, “I have work to do.” your eyes fluttering shut as he nudged your nose with his.

“Call it a day.” his voice dropped, “I wanna take you somewhere…” your stomach flipping as he crushed his lips to yours. The hand caressing your face slipping to the back of your head, you were glad his other hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady, without it, you were certain you would have been a puddle on the floor.

He pulled away slightly, eyes meeting yours, “Whaddya say?” a shiver erupted down your spine as his fingers slipped under the back of your shirt, gently tracing along your skin. His head dropped to your neck, placing small kisses down the column of your throat, before brushing his nose against the shell of your ear, “Please Angel.”

You took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind and gain control of the swirling emotions raging within you, you pushed against his chest, “Fine, fine.” you shook your head, “Lemme grab my things, I’ll meet you in the foyer.”

He placed a kiss on your temple, “Two minutes.”

You sighed, “Gimme five. I’ve got to let Steven know.” he nodded in response before letting you pull away, your hand slipping through his as you walked away.

—

The two of you had been in the car for about a couple of hours now, you had left the bustling city behind, the glittering glass and city sounds replaced with evergreen trees and the tranquil sounds of nature, Steve had rolled the windows down almost immediately after leaving the city, the warm spring breeze softly caressing your skin.

“We’re almost there Angel, close your eyes for me.” his hand holding yours on the console gave a gentle squeeze, causing you to look in his direction.

A smile broke across your face, “Really?”

Chucking he squeezed your hand again, “Yes really, close them.”

You leaned your head back, peaking through one eye, “I’m not going to end up on an episode of ‘True Crime’ am I?”

His expression became serious as he turned his head toward you, “Angel… I would never hurt you, do you understand me.” when you remained silent he cleared his throat, “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” The lie felt like lead on your tongue, causing you to swallow thickly.

“Then close ‘em”

You obeyed, leaning against the headrest, eyes slipping shut. You felt the car come to a stop a couple minutes later, the car shook as Steve’s door opened and closed from the other side. The sound of crunching gravel nearing you as your door opens, his familiar hand grasping yours as he helps you out of the car. His lips touching your forehead lightly, “Alright Angel, you can open ’em now.”

The afternoon sun momentarily blinded you as you followed the command, before you stood an enormous countryside mansion, with rolling green acres, surrounded by a small forest. Magnolia bushes lined the front face of the building, pops of white against the red brick and greenery. A slender curly-haired man walked out the door, in a weapon holster over his black tee and a pair of light jeans, “Mr. Rogers, good to have you back.”

Steve flashed a smile, as he came closer, you recognized him from the files Yelena had given you. Peter Parker, the youngest on Steve’s payroll, he damn near looked too young to be carrying any type of weaponry, “Peter, this is–”

“OH MY GOSH, you’re Tony Stark’s sister! I’m a huge fan of your brother’s tech…” he trailed off, glancing at Steve, who cut him a glare, opening his mouth, but you cut him off, “Oh? What is your favorite project?”

Peter’s eyes lit-up, “His arc reactor is actually the one I have been studying most recently. I find the new clean way to create energy without harming the environment interesting. And your work at the museum is phenomenal, bringing so much accessible knowledge into New York is refreshing to see honestly.”

You smiled warmly at him, “Actually just earlier today, my team finished setting up a new edition, Pharaoh Ptolemy IV sarcophagus in the hall of Pharaohs.” Steve grasped your hand as he ushered the two of you into the building, cutting Peter an annoyed glare, causing him to bow his head before excusing himself.

“Hey Peter, drop by the museum the next time you're in town,” You gave him a warm smile, ignoring Steve as he glared at Peter, “I’ll give you a tour. On the house.” a bright smile broke across his face as he nodded leaving the foyer. Turning you glanced up at Steve, squeezing his arm, “I don’t mind being recognized, besides it's not like he brought up the fact Tony’s a mob boss…He seems like he’s a good kid.”

Steve sighed lightly, caressing your face, the chilled metal of his rings grazing your skin, “He means well… I just want you to be comfortable, that's all, I respect your choice to not be a part of the business, I want my men to as well.”

Well, you knew for at least one of his men didn’t respect you let alone any decisions you may make. Giving him a gentle smile, you placed your hand over his, “I appreciate it.” It wasn't a lie, if only the circumstances were different, if this wasn't a charade. Steve is a good man, you could see that he would make a woman very happy in the future… the thought made the pit in your stomach fill with lead, you couldn't tell if it was because of the fact he would never get the chance to have a family, or the thought of him with another woman. You decided on the latter and pushed the thoughts away as he gestured into the foyer, “Welcome home, Angel.”

Home.

The word reminded you not of the family penthouse in Stark tower or of the mansion, but of your small house in Queens, the only true neutral area, with Thor ruling over Staten Island, Steve over Brooklyn, and Tony over Manhattan. With all the Aces living in Queens, it was probably the safest borough in all of New York, Queens was also home to the museum and the casino.

Steve leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, stopping short only when his name was called from across the room, an energetic yet serious man hurried over, his deep brown eyes grazing over you, before settling on Steve. You immediately recognized him from the casino the first time you had ever met Steve, Sam Wilson, he was also Steve’s head of security.

“There’s been an incident… we need to talk to you,” he eyed you calmly, smoothing down his button-up and tie, “alone.”

Steve rested his forehead against yours, sighing, “I’m sorry sweetheart.” he pecked your head, pulling away, he motioned for his man to lead the way, “After you Sam–” he glanced back at you giving you a pleading look, “I’ll be quick, I promise. Make yourself at home.”

Giving him an encouraging smile, you watched him and Sam walk upstairs, leaving you to your own devices. The smell of coffee drifted through the air, following the smell to the entryway to your right, you were greeted with a large white kitchen with stainless steel appliances, the fridge door was open, you could hear someone rummaging through it.

As the fridge door closed, a small bright woman came into view, she squeaked when she saw you, dropping the fresh bowl of grapes from her hands, surging forward you were able to catch it before it shattered on the floor. You gently placed the bowl onto the counter, her wide green eyes meeting yours, “Wow. Nice catch…” she walked around you to the coffee pot on the counter, pouring it into the two cups she pulled from the cabinet. “I..I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… to startle you.”

She turned to you once again, “Don’t worry about it dear. No harm no foul.” she handed you the cup, walking around you to place herself on a barstool across the counter. “You must be Steve’s girlfriend… He told us he was bringing you…speaks quite highly of you.”

“Does he?” you tilted your head, “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your–”

“Name?” She gave you a small smile, tucking her hair behind her ear, “I’m Wanda sweetie.” Her smile grew brighter, “It’s nice to finally meet you!”

“Likewise, everyone has been very welcoming so far.” you recognize her name, Wanda was the Howling Commandos’ accountant. You thought it funny though, all of their profiles had mentioned weapon training, almost as if Steve required them to know their way around a gun.

Across the kitchen, a white blur hopped onto the counter, meowing as it stalked toward you. Wanda huffed, giving the cat an irritated glare, before turning her gaze out the kitchen window towards the forest outside, “They better be on their best behavior, you are a guest. We don’t get too many after all, so excuse those who don’t have the best of manners.”

The cat stopped in front of you, stretching its limbs as it waved its tail in your face, you began to scratch its back, causing it to rub against you, purring. You scrunch your brows, they don’t get many guests? “Doesn’t Steve bring all his conquests here?” the words slipped from your mouth, before you had the chance to stop them.

Wanda’s head snapped in your direction, “What?” her eyes wide, brows furrowed, you felt your face heat, “Sweetheart, you are the first and only woman Steve has ever let lay their eyes upon the family estate.” she set down her cup, the mug clinking against the granite counter, “Contrary to most of the tabloids, he keeps away from almost all women. They normally only want money and status…” she stood from the barstool, walking around the counter, brows drawn in concern, “Who told you you were one of his conquests?”

Your cheeks heated, averting your gaze as you swirled the coffee in your mug, shrugging a shoulder, “No one, I just figured–”

“Huh, I thought for sure you’d throw me under the bus..” a gruff voice cut you off from behind.

Wanda’s eyes slid to the doorway behind you, you turned to see Barnes leaning against the entryway, his arms crossed over his chest, Wanda scoffed. “Back off Barnes and give the poor girl a chance.”

He examined you boredly, “Not gonna happen.”

She sighed, placing her hand on your shoulder comfortingly, “Ignore him, he’s Steve's right hand. He has to be a cold, calculating dick, don't take it personally..” she gave you a wink as she began leaving the room, “He’s got a heart of gold once you melt all that ice.” she patted his shoulder gently, a silent conversation taking place between them as she passed by.

You turned from him, continuing to stroke the cat, who’d decided you were its new friend, “I didn’t take Steve for a cat person…”

Bucky crossed the kitchen, pulling a mug from the cabinet and filled it with coffee as he glanced back at you over his shoulder, “That’s because he isn't.”

You huffed quietly, gently scratching the cat’s nose and under their chin.

“Alpine is my cat.”

You turned your head slightly, as he leaned against the counter taking a slow drink of his coffee, you shrugged, “Would have thought you’d have something annoying like a parakeet… or maybe a donkey would be more accurate.”

He hummed in response, “She is usually a good judge of character…” he pushed off the counter, walking towards the two of you, scratching her head affectionately, “Must be a little rusty huh girl.” Bucky gave you a smirk before heading out of the kitchen, “You coming? Steve sent me to show you around…”

You scowled, of course you would be left to deal with him for a dubious amount of time… you sighed, turning to follow him, plastering a sweet smile onto your face, “Sure.”

—

By the time Steve finished with his meeting, almost everyone had gone their separate ways. Him and Sam left his office last, the loyal man turned, eying him as they walked.

“The longer this goes on Steve the worse this is gonna get.” Sam shook his head, “Right now he’s just attacking businesses. How long before it gets personal?”

Steve ran his hand across his chin, Sam had been with him a long time, he valued the man’s opinion, but him and Bucky were sometimes a little paranoid. “Give Tony time, he believes I’ve crossed a line with his sister. He will come to his senses.”

Sam understood Steve’s dismissive tone and dropped the issue, “Speaking of your girl, where is she?”

A smile tugged at the corner of Steve’s mouth, “I sent Bucky to keep her company.”

Sam grimaced, “You know he can't stand her right?”

That made Steve stop, scowling as he turned to Sam, “What? Why?”

Sam shifted his weight back and forth between his feet, “C’mon Steve, she’s a Stark. You know how he is, he-”

“She’s not a Stark. Maybe by blood, but nothing more…” Steve’s voice was sharp as rubbed his neck, before exhaling, defeated, “I’ll talk to him. My trust in her should be enough.”

Steve turned to continue on, but Sam caught his arm, “Leave him be Steve. He just worries about you. You are all he has, besides, there is no harm in keeping an eye on her… that way he can learn to trust her on his own, if you force him to accept her, he will always resent her.”

Steve nodded slowly, “Yeah… yeah I guess you're right. If he keeps an eye on her, she can’t get hurt right?”

A smile split Sam’s face, “exactly. Now, let's find them, before they burn the whole place down.”

It didn't take them too long to find you, your melodious laughter led them into the living room, where you, Scott, Peter, and Bucky were sitting around the coffee table, playing poker. A mountain of chocolate coins were stacked in front of you, the others had small towers, but Bucky only had three. You lifted the cards to your face as you eyed the men sitting around you, before tossing another coin into the pile in the center of the table. Peter, who was next, threw down his cards “I’m out.”

Steve paused, giving Sam a curious look, this, he had to watch. He quietly crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway, intrigued as to how you managed to win so many hands.

Scott leaned back in his seat as he frowned at his hand, “I got a question…” he turned leaning towards you, you pulled your hand closer, eyeing him suspiciously, “If you were a playing card, which would you be?” he looked around the table, “Out of the royal cards specifically, I think Peter would be the Jack of hearts.” Peter opened his mouth, hesitating, he nodded in agreement, “Honestly, that checks out…” he massaged his nonexistent beard, “I feel like–”

Shaking your head, you giggling, swatting at Scott as he leaned toward you again, “Scott, quit procrastinating and either match my bid or fold!”

Scott huffed, checking his cards again, he side-eyed Bucky, before pushing all his chips into the pile, “Fine, I’m all in.”

Steve watched you intently as you raised your brows, and subtly shook your head, before tucking your hair behind your ear. You nodded towards Bucky, “What say you Buckaroo?”

Steve lifted his hand to his mouth, attempting to silence the laugh, Sam across from him doing the same, but Bucky turned his gaze to settle on him, the table now fully aware they had an audience. He half expected Bucky’s eyes to be filled with irritated rage, but his best friend’s icy eyes were filled with amusement, the emotion bringing a genuine smile to his face. “Punk, come get your girl. She’s kicking everyone’s ass.” he huffed a laugh.

Steve pushed off the doorway, coming to rest against the chair Bucky was sitting in. Sam moved to stand behind you, Steve followed his movements, his eyes locked with yours momentarily. He could get used to this, seeing your pretty face playing poker with his men, his family. Because that's what they all were, they were the only real family he had anymore. He gave you a gentle smile at the thought of you becoming a permanent member in the future.

“As I was saying,” Peter piped back up, “I think Scott would be the Ace of Hearts, honestly.” Scott gave him an appreciative look, touseling his curly hair, “Aw, thanks kiddo.” Peter slapped away his hand, shaking his head.

Bucky shook his head, “Nah, I think little Miss would be the Ace of Hearts, she is the luckiest out of all of us.”

Scott and Peter both made a face, before rolling their eyes, “You're just saying that because she destroyed your ass and you don't know when to quit Buck.” Peter jested, earning a low growl and a glare from Bucky.

You just watched the interaction quietly, occasionally looking down at your cards, you delicately rested your hand under your chin, and began staring Bucky down. He straightened himself, meeting your gaze, his eyes narrowed, “You ain’t got shit, kid.” Steve peeked at Bucky’s cards over his shoulder, trying not to grimace at his hand. “I’m all in! Read them and weep losers, a full house!” he exclaimed as he pushed what was left of his winnings into the pile.

Everyone watched as your lower lip stuck out, and your eyebrows scrunched, “Aw… that's just so… so…” you took a deep breath, “tragic for you.” a wicked grin litup your face, “Thanks for the good game guys, it’s a shame really–” as you reached for your winnings, Bucky caught your hand, a serious look on his face,

“Hold it right there, flip your cards Sweetheart.”

“Oh silly me–” with your free hand you flipped your cards over, to reveal a straight flush, he released your hand, jaw dropping, “sorry Ducky…” you winked at him as you gathered your winnings. “I actually know what card you would be though…”

He raised his eyes, meeting yours, “Oh yeah? Which one?”

Steve had to stop himself from going feral when you cut him a glance, there was nothing but trouble in your eyes.

“A wild card.”

Scott scowled, “Aren't they called jokers?”

“Well, technically in a poker game, no. But in Barne’s case that would be an accurate name.”

The room erupted in laughter, but Bucky simply pursed his lips, running his tongue over his teeth, “Alright, I’ll give you that one. I may or may not have deserved that.”

You shrugged a shoulder, winking at Bucky with a smirk on your face, “It’s all fun and games right Chucky?” He grinned, “For now, doll, for now.”

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