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Soft Target - Ch. 1

Not technically Zemo x reader, but so close they could kiss.

Thank you all for your interest in the teaser! Here we go! For real this time!

My muse is an asshole - interaction (likes, comments, reblogs, etc.) helps keep the Imposter Syndrome in its hole.

Summary: Their friendship failed before it ever got off the ground, but Sam still turns to her when they need a lead. When things go sideways, she shares more than is safe with a very, very dangerous man.

Chapter warnings: Language, violence, implied intent to assault (not by Zemo), Bucky being a damsel in distress

What was she doing?

She smelled blood – oozing through Bucky’s bandage in the backseat. She tasted it, too – leaking from her ravaged lower lip. Over the three-hour drive, she’d chewed it to pieces, peeling the flesh away in ribbons as she guessed and second guessed until her stomach warped and twisted like a separate animal, ready to pop out Alien-style and run for the hills.

There was no time to think and no room for error. They needed safe haven and she could give it to them, but if anything went wrong, it would cost her everything. She wasn’t willing to pay that. Not for their lives. Not even for her own. The two men in the backseat didn’t bother her. For all the grief between them, neither Sam nor Bucky would ever use this against her. They respected boundaries and operated under moral guidelines. The third man… not so much. She didn’t know him. Didn’t trust him. So, what was she doing?

She speared Zemo with a glare from the corner of her eye. He looked back innocently, face cool and still as a reflection pool, ready to echo and absorb every barb and compliment. Keep it. Weaponize it when the old words and feelings would deal the greatest damage. She’d seen how elegantly he picked at Sam and Bucky. What would he do with the leverage they hurtled towards?

She couldn’t do it.

Punching the emergency flashers and tapping the brakes, she pulled onto the shoulder, only giving the startled grumbles and exclamations from America’s heroes half an ear.

“What’s happening?”

“Is something wrong?”

Her hands clenched around the wheel. A deep breath in, eyes on the horizon – not on any of the men in the car and the drama they inflicted on an otherwise peaceful week. The breath left, slow and steady. Another in. Another out.

Sam, at least, seemed to have caught on to the situation and dealt with Bucky’s concerns. “Give her a minute. Everything’s fine.” He stared at her through the rearview mirror until her eyes shifted to meet his in the glass. “Everything’s fine.”

Everything was not, in fact, fine. Not at all. But she knew what he meant. And she nodded to thank him and assuage his own anxieties as she hunted through her thoughts for a solution. She needed… action? Proof? She needed to be sure. Beyond all doubt.

“I can drive if you need a moment to breathe,” the third man – Zemo – volunteered.

A last, deep breath.

“Out of the car.”

His brow furrowed in deep confusion. “I do not understand.”

Sam piped up from the back. “Triss, we can’t just –”

“Just Zemo,” she clarified.

“Have I somehow offended you?” He sounded incredulous, annoyed, but very well-mannered about it.

Rolling her eyes, she unclipped her seatbelt and popped open her door. “I just need a word. We’ll be right back, Sam.”

She checked for passing traffic before clambering out. The lonely stretch of state highway offered nothing but a single semi-truck, and she had plenty of time to close her door and move to the front of the car before it rushed by. Her hair flew around her eyes in streaks of blue, and she closed her them against the concussive force of the wind and noise. Once the truck passed, she looked up to see Zemo, magically unruffled, waiting.

She wanted to clear her throat, stick her hands in her pockets, or otherwise submit to her nervous habits. This conversation required a strong front, though. He had to know she meant what she said, and he needed to fear for her continued utility should he refuse.

“Before we go any farther,” she said. “You need to swear something to me. And you need to swear to me on something that fucking matters.”

He blinked, and his eyebrows pinched together. “May I ask to what I am swearing?”

For all her deep breaths, she felt like she was gasping as she explained. “You will not hurt anyone where we’re going. You will not fuck with them. You will not use them. They are not leverage, or pawns, or collateral. When we leave, you should do your best to forget you ever went there. And you should definitely forget the way.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but she wasn’t finished, and she wanted more than air behind his words.

“Whatever vendetta you have with Bucky, or Sam, or me – it has nothing to do with the place or people ahead. Now or ever.”

When he’d tried to answer before, his mouth never quite closed. It gave him a slightly puzzled look, and she knew he was playing chess in his mind, looking for the move that followed this one, seeking the treasured piece he’d overlooked.

As she lifted her hand, palm up, he finally understood.

“Swear it,” she repeated. “In the only way I’ll believe.”

To his credit, he didn’t gulp. He paused, though, staring down at her skin with an unreadable expression. He’d seen enough over the past two days to know what she was asking. In theory, at least.

“Just think the words,” she said. He needed to do this before she lost her nerve and started shaking. “I’ll hear you, and I’ll feel what you really mean. A quick touch is all I need, and I won’t see any more than that.”

He must remember how vehemently she’d refused to touch others at Sam and Bucky’s pleading. The refusal that served as their introduction. Doubtless, he had a lot to hide. All of that, her ethics included, mattered less than what she had to protect. If he couldn’t do this, she’d think of another place to hide while Bucky healed from the slash that nearly cut him in half. It wouldn’t be as safe, or clean, or good, but they’d all just have to make due.

“Zemo.” His eyes lifted to hers, though his face remained angled down. “Please.”

The gravel crunched under his feet as he adjusted his stance, and he looked away for a long moment to study their surroundings. Fields and trees filled the distance. Queen Anne’s lace and cornflowers bloomed along the verge. No farmhouses sat on the hills, and no voices apart from birds and cicadas carried on the wind. There weren’t even enough passing cars to hail as a hitchhiker. He was stranded, and although she’d given him a choice, he didn’t have many reasonable options.

His gaze returned to her face with that placid expression, and he pressed the tips of his fingers into her palm.

I swear on the names of my family.

And she felt how it mattered. Warm sentiment that blistered like acid, unshakable loyalty, and a willingness to burn the whole world down to avenge them. Yes, it mattered. No, he’d never dishonor their names by breaking his oath.

No. He was not happy about it, and his anger was a dark, dark thing.

She pulled away after the briefest flash of contact, determined to keep her own promise and pry no deeper than she absolutely had to.

“Thank you.”

He nodded, eyes a little harder than they’d been before, and she wished she could express her gratitude the way she could understand others’. He’d just have to believe her. Or not. That wasn’t up to her. They climbed back into the car, and the peanut gallery remained blissfully silent. She knew Sam would have opinions about her performance. He could see through the windshield what she’d done. Maybe Bucky was resting. Or maybe he didn’t care.

Breathing easier, but keeping a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, she turned off the blinkers and moved back onto the road.

No one had anything clever to say for the next thirty minutes, as they peeled off the highway and onto narrow backroads. No one commented as the trees grew thicker and the potholes more frequent, though she caught all of them looking out the windows with greater attention when the fields petered out. No one spoke when she pulled onto a private drive, followed it through the woods and entered a broad clearing. Two houses stood in the sunny space, one as much relic as house, the other only new in comparison to the first.

Home.

She turned off the engine.

Silence.

But not for long.

Two other cars sat parked in the gravel, and she knew what that meant. A full house, and this late in the afternoon, everyone would be home.

She puffed out her cheeks and looked at the three men, each in turn. Hands rising to tangle in her hair, she said, “Best behavior. All of you.”

A dog barked from inside the newer, larger house. They’d been spotted. Any second now, hell would break loose. Best to meet it on her own two feet, outside of the car. She climbed free, and the two men able to stand mirrored her, stepping out on the other side of the little sedan.

The screen door flew open and into the siding as two streaks of screaming energy blasted across the yard and into her chest.

“Auntie B!”

They hit hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs and push her back against the car door. She felt the entire vehicle rock with the force of it. Neither child shied from skin-to-skin contact, and dozens of excited, bubbling thoughts and feels assaulted her anxious mind.

“Oof!”

She had trouble separating words from ideas or expressions from feelings for a hot minute, and she didn’t realize she’d gained a third attachment until a chanting of B, B, B shouted through her skull. Fighting for air and sanity, she tried to hug them all and push them back, half breathless from the struggle.

“Triss?” Sam asked – low, smooth, and in a single syllable – what the fuck was happening.

She craned her head around just enough to see Zemo, standing on the other side of the car. He held her gaze, lips pressed thin as he analyzed the situation.

“This is my family.”

38 Hours Earlier

She’d been having a good day. She’d been having such a good day. It had been such a wonderful, uplifting, hopeful sort of afternoon, she didn’t immediately think the worst when Sam Wilson and James Barnes appeared at the bar. Sam had his friendly face on, the slightly strained one he wore when they first met. It probably meant trouble, but she was behind the bar – and she really had been enjoying her day – so her bartender smile lit up on instinct. Barnes looked less comfortable, his big, expressive mouth warring with a frown, so she decided to take the initiative and assume the burden of breaking the ice.

“Would you like an old fashioned?” she asked him, leaning down on her elbows with a shit-eating grin. “Or an old fashioned?”

He rolled his eyes, but while the tension lingered in his shoulders, the frown stopped yanking at his face. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” She looked between the two men, surprised to see them together but still expecting something good from the universe.

She should’ve known better.

“It’s good to see you again,” Sam said. A polite opener.

And probably bullshit. Years of work taught her how to read a man who wanted something. Whatever drew them to Manhattan – together – it wasn’t just drinks. Or an attempt to make good on Steve’s introduction, she guessed.

While the smile stayed on her face, her optimism cracked. Familiar doubt and disappointment leaked through the gaps, happy to drown her good mood. Her hopes had yet to fail entirely, but she knew. If it was good to see her, he would’ve made some kind of effort before this. If he was really seeking a friendship of some kind, he wouldn’t begin by trying to establish they already had one.

Sam pressed ahead, unaware he’d lost the edge in the coming fight. “We need your help.”

“I’m at work.”

She’d been practicing for moments like this, learning how to say no. This would test her mettle though. Sam was good at what he did, and he talked people into and out of trouble for a living.

“Sorry.” And he actually sounded like he meant it. “But we only have your work address.”

Her smile turned Midwestern – flat and polite, nearly apologetic. “I gave you my cell number, though. What’s so important you had to ambush me at my job?”

He didn’t have an immediate answer, and Bucky’s uneasy shift to look over his shoulder told her things Sam hadn’t. Bucky didn’t choose to come here. He didn’t want to see her or ask for her help. That could mean he’d paid better attention, that he expected her refusal. Or he could just be an old man feeling old man ways about things.

She took the opportunity to start making the old fashioned she’d promised. Whether or not either of them drank it was nothing to her.

Well.

That wasn’t true. Her professional pride would be hurt if they didn’t enjoy it.

Her two coworkers started sending her looks, and a few customers tried getting her attention around the two men. Whether she caved or not, this conversation needed to be put on hold.

“Look,” she nodded to the back corner, where a gaggle of grad students had just evacuated a booth. “I’ll talk to you on my break. Seriously. I’m at work.”

She slid the old fashioned to Barnes across the bar, and he caught it through instinct, even though he’d barely been paying attention. “On the house. Go away. Sit. Stay. Whatever.”

To his credit, Sam followed her order. A polite nod, and he disengaged. Barnes hesitated with a question on his lips, eyes moving between his friend and the girl at the bar, but in the end, he followed Sam with his own nod as he retreated. At least he took the damn drink.

She lifted her fingers to her face, briefly exploring the frown she’d grown. When did that get there? Fuck. She’d been having such a good day.

A third man joined Steve’s old friends in the booth – and she realized he’d been the thing halving Barnes’ attention. He looked like money, and she disliked him on principle. The tips men like him offered rarely compensated for the aggravation. More than one asshole tried paying his way out getting bounced after groping the staff, or breaking furniture, or asking a bartender to run an errand. She wondered what the three men had in common and what brought them to her place of work without a call.

Her mood continued to sour.

Bottles, shakers, and spoons moved through her hands in a glittering parade as drink after drink came together for thirsty strangers and regulars crowding the old wooden bar. A professional smile masked the churning frustration, proof of her charade gathering in the tip jar.

Six months. Why did they have to ruin one of her good days? She had plenty of bad ones; she might even enjoy the distraction on one of those. She’d been less than enthused to see Steve again, but he’d been so insistent, and he looked so damn hopeful as he introduced her to his two friends, recently returned from dust. Then he left. And that was that. She thought it was over. Apparently not.

An hour ticked by, and customers started going home. It was a weeknight. Some people had places to be in the morning, though enough lingered to justify keeping the doors open, and night owls and tourists kept trickling in from establishments down the street.

She kept glancing towards the booth, where the three men sat in sullen silence punctuated with arguments. Although distance and the low thrum of music from the bar’s overhead speakers muted them, they looked like an old married couple fighting – too stuck in habit and necessity to split, but too far from the honeymoon to care for the relationship.

They looked back, sometimes, and she always turned away first. She didn’t need a staring contest to assert herself here. She was a bartender. She was behind the bar. A mere glance towards the bouncer would send them packing. A tempting thought. They’d wait to talk until she’d done her time and ensured she had rent covered for the month.

And then a new asshole joined the party.

He stormed in the bar like a man on a mission. Never a great start. Bros with the muscles and haircut he sported came to bars to relax, play the pick-up artist, or pick a fight – and he didn’t look like he wanted to relax. His march led him straight to the bar when his initial sweep of the place failed to deliver… whatever he was looking for. As he approached, she couldn’t help noting the recessed booth where her three unwanted guests lurked wasn’t visible from the door. She’d sent them there because it was out of the way. Was that decision about to bite her?

The big man – all buzz cut and undersized t-shirt – grabbed her arm as she reached to retrieve an empty glass. She froze. Her thoughts had a counterpoint, and it was loud.

Angry and afraid: her feelings.

Angry and looking to hurt someone: his feelings.

A few faces flickered across his surface thoughts, and she recognized them all. He’d followed Steve’s friends through Manhattan, despite obvious efforts to throw a tail.

Well. At least they’d tried.

“You should really let go of my arm,” she said, softly, like a firm suggestion.

That amused him, and his thoughts went very dark.

“Oh yeah?” He smiled. “I’m looking for some people. Seen three guys come in here? Leave through a back door maybe?”

He wondered what sounds she’d make if he crushed her arm in his fist, what sounds she’d make if he broke her apart in other ways.

Retrieving the glass with her free hand, she subtly signaled Jack, the bouncer, and tucked the dirty dish in the bin under behind the bar. The hand flexed on her arm, and she brought up a fresh glass as Jack made his way across the room, and she began pouring her favorite overproof rum.

“Only one door for patrons. Haven’t been keeping tabs on numbers. If you don’t see them, they’re not here.”

The man’s head was a mess, and she caught glimpses of lots of things she’d rather not see along with things that may be useful in solving this mess as his attention fluttered. She wouldn’t be the first girl behind a bar he’d hurt. Too bad he couldn’t go to the Clover anymore. So close to base and all – Maybe after they took care of the snooping problem he could –

“Hey.” Jack put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Time to go, pal.”

She returned the rum to its place and slipped her hand back under the counter. She felt bad for Jack, but she needed the distraction.

The stranger – well, not a stranger to her anymore – backhanded the bouncer hard enough to send him flying the length of the bar. Patrons jumped up, shouting, as some ran for the exit and some looked for an excuse to join the fight.

While the big man watched his target crash through a table, she whipped out the sturdy pairing knife she used for lemons and limes. She drove it clean through her assailant’s wrist and into the bar. The pain surprised him. It wasn’t great secondhand, either, sparking across the connection, but he released his grip, and she pressed her attack. Both hands free, she hurled the glass of rum in his face, and as he instinctively tried wiping it out of his eyes with his free hand, she thumbed the wheel of the bar’s lighter. She snarled, hurling it after the alcohol. The instant the sparks met his soaked shirt, he burst into flames. He howled, flailing to put out the fire dancing over his chest, arms, face.

A metal arm swung from behind, into the side of his skull. The party of three had returned to close their tab. The crack echoed as two more big men with bad haircuts kicked through the very open and innocent door. They looked pissed.

Sam vaulted over the bar, the third wheel from the booth slipping under the bar hatch as Bucky hurled the – still flaming – assailant towards the new threats.

“We need to go,” Sam shouted. He didn’t touch her, but his arms hovered in a vaguely protective fashion, herding her towards the back door.

She didn’t need to be told twice. By the time Bucky swung across the bar top to join them, she’d pushed through to the little hallway that led to the employee bathrooms, breakroom, and back entrance. She didn’t have to stop as she yanked her bag and coat from the hook on the wall, suddenly glad for the bar’s poor security for personal effects. Her bag was more backpack than purse. It hung heavy with all the things she needed most, including her laptop and a change of clothes. Just in case, she’d always told herself. Just in case, for whatever reason, you have to run.

Her paranoia had paid off, and she hated it.

Smoggy spring air full of car exhaust and the tempting smells of the Italian restaurant across the alley welcomed them on the other side of the door. She gulped it in, wondering if she’d ever cringe over the mix again the wee hours of the morning.

No. Of course not. Someone thought she’d be useful, and another chapter of her life closed.

As the men piled out behind her, she turned to Sam, arms half-raised at her sides, asking as much with her body as her words what happened next.

“Looks like I’m involved,” she said. “Where are we going?”

The third man took point, politely gesturing towards the north end of the alley even as he stepped forward to guide them. “The car is this way.”

As she let herself be pulled along in the tide of trouble crashing around the three men, dimly aware of how useless it would be to say no, she could only – desperately – remember: it had been such a good day.

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The Red Widow- A Marvel AU

A/N: No smut this chapter, sorry! I'm not really in the mood to write her and Zemo but I'll make a one shot of it! My face claim is Chloe Bennet.

Part 4

Part 5- Three's a Crowd

After their night together, Lilianne and Helmut got back to his place. Once they step inside they are met by a very pissed off Bucky Barnes, he doesn't ask where they had been all night, he didn't have to. As he immediately pinned Zemo to the wall.

"You son of a bitch. How did you convince her? Did you drug her?" Bucky practically growled, his voice low and angry. When Zemo didn't reply, Bucky grabbed him by the throat. "I should kill you right now."

"Bucky stop!" Lili cries out, "It wasn't like that. He didn't force me, I want to." I looked at him, hoping he would believe me.

"I asked her-" Zemo started to add until Bucky gripped his throat tighter. "You coerced her." Bucky ground out, glaring at Zemo.

"No I...well their may have been a little coercion but I wasn't manipulating her." The Baron admitted.

"Bucky just let him go. Can we talk in private please?" Lili asked.

Bucky's expression never changed but he did as Lili asked, letting Zemo go.

"I knew as soon as we walked in here and saw the look on your face.." Zemo muttered softly, "Bucky don't you think it ironic that you are doing the same thing I used to? Controlling her and not trusting her judgement? Let me spell it out for you James, her and I had a wonderful night and it was entirely consensual."

Bucky shot him a look, shaking his head, "Not if you activated The Red Widow. Did he?" Bucky questioned looking at Lili.

Lili nodded, "Yes." She could tell by the way she had responded to him. "But I wasn't brainwashed this time, I knew what was happening."

Zemo nodded in agreement, adding. "Yes Lili knew what was going on. I never messed with her mind. This time she was fully aware of everything."

"So you're just going to let him control you again?" Bucky shook his head, looking away.

"Bucky it's not like that. He's different now." I looked over at Zemo as I said that.

Zemo nodded calmly as he looked Bucky straight in the eyes, "Look I'm not the same person I was back then James. You can trust me or not but you should at least trust that she can make her own decisions."

Bucky only stared right back, his eyes boring into Zemo's. Zemo didn't flinch only staring calmly back. Lili sighed knowing Bucky wouldn't believe Zemo not yet. I put a hand on his arm. "Can we just talk in private?" I ask Bucky. Away from Zemo as he might listen.

Bucky let out a breath but nodded begrudgingly, "Alright." Bucky stepped aside, he looked skeptical but he was willing to hear her out.

They walked into the living room, while Zemo poured himself a drink in the kitchen. "if he activated The Red Widow then you had no choice. Brainwashed or not, you know you can't resist him in that mindset." Bucky told her, crossing his arms.

"Yes but doesn't that say more about our connection then him activating me?" Lili questioned, looking up at him.

Bucky nodded, still upset. "I guess. I just don't want to see you get hurt again after what he did. What he made me do..." Bucky trailed off then sitting on the couch.

Lili sat beside him. "I know trust me. But I put that fear behind me, we talked. Maybe you should too?"

Bucky stayed quiet for a few minuetes before replying quietly, " maybe you're right..." He replied looking at her, "I should try to talk to him again. You obviously see something in him that I just don't see yet. I don't understand it but I'll trust you if you say he's changed."

Lili smiled a little at that, "I hope we're still ok though?" They had been through so much together, she didn't want this to be the end of them, but she would understand if he did.

Bucky gave her a small smile back, "Of course we're okay. I understand why you'd be worried but I'll make sure that never happens again. No one is ever going to try and change your mind again or control you no matter what."

I sighed, closing my eyes. He still didn't quite get it. "Bucky he didn't control me. I wanted to. True it may have been nostalgic at first but that's not the only reason..."

Bucky raised an eyebrow at that, "What do you mean exactly?"

"I..." How could she tell him she still had feelings for Zemo? Although she still loved Bucky. She could try and hide it, but that never worked around Bucky he knew her too well.

Bucky leaned back, studying her for a moment, true to form her boyfriend knew what she was thinking, "Do you still have feelings for him?" He asked.

"Yes." I admitted, not being able to look at him.

"Are you planning on being with again?" He asked serious, already knowing the answer.

"I don't know. It's too soon to tell."

"So you're keeping your options open then?" Bucky replied sarcastically, with a scoff.

"Bucky...don't do this." She looked at him, pleading with him to understand. That she needed Bucky as well, she didn't want to lose either of them.

Bucky heaved a sigh, trying to calm down. "Okay Lili I'm not trying to start a fight and I'm sure you realize how much I care for you, so I'm not trying to blow this out of proportion but I can't help but be upset and hurt by the fact that you still have feelings for him. I mean after what he did to you, I don't get how you could have anything but resentment towards him."

"It's hard to explain," Lili let out a breath, calming her anxiety. "When you and Sam went off to fight The Flag Smashers, yes Zemo and I fought but we also talked. After what I said he actually broke down and felt sad, guilty. I told him he would have to prove he changed, then we would see. last night wasn't expected, it was a moment of weakness on my part."

"And how did he prove himself?" Bucky frowned, curious. Trying to be calm.

I took a breath before answering, "I asked him to help me take down Hydra."

Bucky only looked mildly surprised at that, "So that's what he's doing, making amends by helping you take down Hydra? And that's why your falling for him again."

"I didn't start having feelings for him. I just stopped suppressing them underneath anger and resentment." I admitted.

Bucky's eyes narrowed as he looked at me, "Okay...You're making it sound like you never stopped loving him."

"I'm not sure. I can't even say if that was real love back then or not but I think so." Lili wanted to tell Bucky that she felt the same for him back then and now, except with him it had been real without manipulation, but she didn't know if he would believe her now.

"Are you sure what your feeling for him is real?" Bucky asked looking over at her, "That he didn't manipulate you into anything?"

"No he didn't. Not last night." Lili answered.

"So everything you did last night happened because you wanted it to?"

"Yes. I was even in control for awhile. If he didn't care he wouldn't have allowed that."

Bucky was silent for a moment not sure what to make of all that, finally he asked what he really wanted to know, "Just answer this truthfully then. Do you still love me? Not The Red Widow but you Lili."

"Of course I do Bucky." Lilianne answered, looking at him in earnest.

"And your just going to throw all that away because of Zemo?" Bucky questioned.

Lili shook her head, "I don't...that's not what I want. I haven't even told him my feelings yet. But I don't want to lose you." Lili put her head in her hands then, not knowing what to do.

"So you'd want to have both of us in your life?" Bucky asked frowning.

"I know that probably sounds selfish of me but yes I'd like to keep both of you in my life. After last night I can't imagine losing either of you." Lili looked up sadly then.

"Selfish may not be the word but you're definitely asking for a lot. Your expecting to keep me in your life and with me being okay with you possibly being with him? What about Zemo? You think he's okay with that?" Bucky asks, serious.

"I think Zemo already know what I'm thinking with that. He didn't seem bothered by it." I told Bucky.

Bucky looked a bit surprised by that, furrowing his brow as he looked at her. "Really? He actually seems fine with it? Now I feel like I'm the only having issues with it."

"I mean I know it won't be easy and we have a lot of healing to do but wouldn't be easier to do that together?" I asked him, trying to find a reasoning.

Bucky still seemed apprehensive, "I don't know how to answer that, you're basically saying you want to be with us both. Which honestly I'm not that comfortable with. But then again you don't seem like you care that you're risking losing me if you do this." Bucky scoffs, looking away.

"I do care, If I didn't I wouldn't be trying to find a solution!" My voice going louder in frustration.

Bucky heaved a sigh, "I'm not trying to pick a fight, but tell me what is your solution? How do you plan on making this work?"

"I don't...I think it's too soon to make this decision. I'm not even sure how I feel right now. I just..." Lili tried not shake or break down. Her fight flight was kicking in and right now she wanted to pick flight. She tried to calm down to remember her training.

Bucky noticed her reaction as he tried to calm her down. "Hey hey calm down. Look I know right now it seems confusing but you need to keep a level head. Don't run away or shut down that won't help either, trust me. Just take some time to process everything that's happened and when you've made up your mind then you can tell me."

Lili nodded trying to calm down. But she was scared.

Bucky grasped her hands in his, softly. Genuinely concerned for her, despite what she had told him he still loved her. "Just try and calm down. It's okay to be scared but nothing bad has happened yet. We can still figure this out."

"But if I lose both of you..." If she did she was truly lost, even with Shield, she'd be alone again. Lili tried not panic, her legs shaking. Only one other person could calm her down...

Bucky looked at her, worried as he tried to reassure her, "Look I don't think you should worry about losing us just yet. You should try and sort out your emotions talk to both of us before jumping to conclusions. I don't want to rush you. So just keep a level head for now and don't worry about losing us, I don't think that will happen. It's just this is new to me."

Lili nods not trusting herself to speak. Knowing that Bucky's words were sound but at this point, she couldn't hear them.

Not knowing what else to say Bucky stays holding her hand, trying his best to calm her by touch alone, at a loss. Until he hears a familiar voice behind them.

"Hey is everything okay?" Zemo asks stepping over to them.

Bucky looked up at him not thrilled he was here, "Yeah. Everything's ok." He answered, but Zemo could easily read that he was lying.

"Are you sure? Neither of you look like it is." Zemo surmises, looking over at Lili concern darkening his features.

"I mean weren't you listening in?" Bucky snapped giving him a look.

Zemo lets out a chuckle at that, "I heard most of it yes. That's not important though what's important is how she's doing."

"I was trying to get her to calm down and process everything before you showed up." Bucky replied glaring at him.

Zemo glanced at Lili, before regarding Bucky, "Well that doesn't seem like it's working."

"Obviously not." Bucky snapped, then relented with a sigh. "Can you..."

Zemo gave a short nod looking down at Lili, noticing how far away she looked. Right now the relationship drama didn't matter, calming her down and getting her emotions centered was. Zemo kneeled down in front of her as Bucky let go of her hands, leaning back.

"Lilianne look at me." Zemo tilted her chin to look him in the eyes. Then said the phrases he knew would activate her. "Prinzessin. Kätzchen. Himmel. Meine Dunkelheit." (Princess, Kitten, Sky, My Darkness)

Bucky realized what Zemo was trying and sat up starting to protest. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Zemo put a hand up. "I'm helping. She needs to calm down and come back to herself. This won't control her, not this time. Remember your training Lili." Then he snaps his fingers.

As if waking up from a trance, Lili's eyes blink open, feeling like herself again. "Good girl. You are ok." Zemo says rubbing her back reassuringly.

Zemo's methods catch Bucky by surprise, a feeling of relief washing over him that it worked but she was still herself. Though it made him feel a bit jealous and inferior if he was being honest with himself, Bucky had trying calming her and nothing worked, Zemo had swooped in and knew exactly what to do...

"Thank you Mas- Zemo." Lili answered, realizing what she was about to call him out of habit and stopped herself. She turned to Bucky a sad look on her face, "I'm sorry Bucky."

"It's okay Lili, really. I'm just glad your feeling better." Bucky gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile but the jealous feeling was still there. He didn't like how she looked at Zemo like there was something special between them. He tried to remain calm but what he wished she would look at him like that. But he stayed silent.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Bucky asked instead, gently caressing her cheek. Trying to ignore his own emotions.

Lili smiled warmly at his touch, "I am now."

Bucky smiled back, "Good, I'm glad you're okay." This is what he needed to see her looking at him like that and that she was alright.

Zemo stood up quietly, observing them. He could tell that Bucky had seemed put out earlier so he was glad that seemed to have dissipated for the moment. As he watched them, though Zemo knew they might still have a lot more to sort out, for now he didn't interfere. Lili almost calling him Master again did not go unnoticed however.

While Bucky continued to caress her cheek he spoke up again, a bit more serious, "But you said earlier that you were going to talk with Zemo about how you're feeling right? That still needs to happen."

"Yeah I will."

"Ok because you told me that you never stopped loving him, you were just suppressing your feelings. And you still love me..." Bucky trailed off before continuing, "Was it your intention to be with both of us?" He questioned her.

Zemo eyed him, looking between the two, noticing Lili had gotten quite again. "Bucky...don't push her." He warned his former adversary.

"Don't tell me what to do." Bucky shot Zemo a look, dropping his hand from Lili, his tone more hostile towards Zemo, "I'm not pushing her. I'm just asking a question. I have a right to know how she felt towards you or feels...We never went into this being polyamorous. I thought we were monogamous until this point."

It's alright Zemo." Lili tells him. Zemo sighs irritated crossing his arms but keeps quiet. "I understand where Bucky's coming from but I didn't expect this either I thought Zemo would stay in prison." Ironic that Bucky was the one who let him out. "I thought I would just be with you and hate Zemo forever."

"So now that he's not you feel like you have to be in a relationship with both of us?" Bucky frowned at, trying to understand and remain calm.

" I don't feel like I have to be. It's not like he's making me. I just realized how I really felt. How I feel about both of you." Lili admitted, letting out a breath.

"So you're in love with us both?" Bucky asked though he already knew the answer, his feelings a mixture of hurt, anger and jealousy.

"I think so." Lili didn't want to fully admit that because she didn't know how Zemo felt about her yet.

Lilianne looked over at Bucky then noticing him trying to keep his emotions in check, "I can tell it's not what you want though." She looked down, defeated. She knew it had been wishful thinking, she should have known they could never put aside their resentment towards one another even for her.

Bucky tried to think of what he'd say to not make things worse but he didn't have the right words to say. He wished that things were different but he just had to accept this reality, he couldn't change how you felt. Did his opinion even matter at this point anyway?

Lili spoke up then, "It's your choice too, both of yours. I think we should just take a bit before we make any decisions." Lili shook her head then, getting up. She needed air. "Gods it was easier back when I didn't feel anything."

Bucky stood up then as well, agreeing with her, "Yeah, we should take some time before deciding anything. This is a big deal, you need time to think about your feelings and I need time to process this whole thing."

"Zemo what about you?" I asked, looking at him, since he'd been quiet this whole time.

"What about me?" Zemo looked over at them from where he'd been leaning against the wall. " I know how I feel and I plan to follow those and what I think is best for me." he replied matter of factly, "As for the poly part of this, I gather that will be decided later on probably when you two aren't so emotional right now. My only concern is you two being okay"

Lili looks at Bucky, "See? Zemo's actually concerned about us, doesn't that say something?"

Bucky shook his head, frowning, "Yeah but he's only looking at this logically. How do you even plan to make this work? A normal relationship is hard enough without trying to share you but having all of us be together? I don't see how that's going to work."

"I'm not asking you two to be together like that...Bucky I wouldn't ask that of you." I look at him concerned, was that what he thought? I knew the history between the two, I wasn't that selfish.

"You're not?" Bucky looked at her mildly surprised yet relieved, "I might have overreacted then. I thought you were implying..."

Lili looked at him understanding dawning on her face then, "No. After your guys's history, I would never...I mean if you two could try and get along that would be nice but I'm not holding my breath."

"Well at least we're on the same page with that. It's one thing for us to both be in a relationship with you. It's another thing to have us actually like each other. I don't see that happening at all honestly." Bucky answered, scowling.

Lili nodded, she'd thought as much. "Yeah though it might help if you talked. It' helped me get it out."

Bucky hesitated before answering, "The thought of that hadn't really appealed to me before but I guess I could give it a chance." He agreed begrudgingly. Bucky always hated talking about his problems but maybe he would make an exception for her.

"Sorry I know you don't like therapy...It helped you and I in the beginning though. Not that I'm suggesting that." Lili said in a rush, making sure he knew she didn't mean actual therapy.

Bucky sighed, his hands on his hips. "I'm not entirely against working this out. But it's not going to be easy. I mean what am I supposed to say to him huh? "I hated you for years because you controlled me in Hydra, helped turn me into a sleeper agent, made me almost kill the girl you claimed to care for but now that I'm in a relationship with her and you still like her too that all seems pretty irrelevant. Want grab a beer?" Bucky finished sarcastically.

Lili gave him a look at that, "Hey he did the same thing to me. But why are we talking about him like he's not even here?" She asked.

Zemo didn't say anything but stifle a laugh.

"Good point." Bucky agreed as they looked at Zemo, "So should we talk about this now?"

The three of them were silent for a moment contemplating. Eventually Zemo broke the silence, "Maybe we should make this a group conversation," He suggested, "We each get a turn to talk about our thoughts and feelings. That way it won't just be one of us talking, we all get time."

Lili nodded in agreement, "That sounds good. Bucky?"

"Yeah...I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Bucky shrugged.

"Alright then," Zemo smiled, "Who wants to go first?"

Bucky and I look at him in surprise as we sit down, "Wait right now?" But better now then never."

Zemo gave a slight smirk, "Yep. So which one of us is first?"

"I want to hear from Bucky." Lili chimed in.

Bucky was silent for a moment before speaking, "Okay...I guess I'll start off by saying that this whole situation isn't something I thought would ever happen...I've always hated him and I thought you felt the same. I never thought you'd ever want to be with us both. How am I supposed to accept that and not be angry about it?"

"I understand. I would probably feel the same." Lili agreed.

"Yeah it's a lot to take in." Bucky admitted, "I can't lie that it does make me jealous. I just feel like this whole thing is going to mess with my head. I don't mean to sound so selfish but..." Bucky looked away upset. He didn't want to ruin anything and he didn't want to sound like a jerk for how he felt but at the same time he couldn't really pretend like it was something he was okay with.

Lili regarded Bucky, sadly. "I know. I'm sorry. I wish I could feel differently but I can't."

"Well it's not like I can force you to feel otherwise." Bucky said with a sigh. Though he was still a bit bitter about this. "It's just going to take time for me to accept this I guess."

Lili takes his hand then, grateful that he let her, "Bucky I still love you. I need you to know that."

Bucky smiled slightly as he took her hand, "I know you do." His blue eyes still held some sadness though.

Lili smiled in relief. trying not to cry.

Bucky smiled back, not saying anything for awhile as they held each other's hands. It felt good to be close to her again and to hear she still loved him. Bucky just hoped it would be enough to convince himself to accept this whole polyamory relationship in the long run.

After awhile, Zemo spoke up, "I suppose it's my turn now."

"Yeah it's your turn." Bucky nodded as he let go of Lili's hand.

"I would like to know your feelings about this too." Lili told Zemo.

Zemo leaned back, still appearing calm. "Alright then. To be honest, you still feeling this way towards me isn't a big surprise. I already suspected as much." Zemo smirked at Lili who slightly blushed, averting her gaze, "The bigger issues lies with both of us being with you. As much as I love you I don't know, I'm unsure about living in a polyamorous relationship."

Lili looked at him then, "What about just sharing me for now? Maybe not putting a label on it just yet."

"That sounds better for now. No labels until we figure this out more. Are you okay with that though? No commitments until everything is sorted out?"

That would be hard. Especially with Zemo. But Lili would try for them. She nodded in agreement.

Zemo seemed satisfied with that as he grinned at her, "Alright, I agree that the situation with him and I is going to be the hardest part but we'll just have to give it a try and see where it goes." Zemo appeared more at ease then he was.

Lilianne smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She was still unsure of Zemo's feelings towards her but she didn't think he'd talk about them in front of Bucky.

She was right, Zemo didn't like talking about his feelings in front of others not his real feelings or thoughts anyway. "Well that's all I have to say, Lili?"

"Bucky knows how I feel about him. I'm not ready to talk about my feelings for you." Lili told him, glancing at him but not meeting his gaze.

Zemo looked at her, frowning slightly trying to gauge why she was being so secretive now. But he realized that for now getting her talk was a lost cause, but eventually he would get her to open up. He looked over at Bucky then, "Well then a much as I'd love to stay here longer, I think we should all get some rest. We've had a long day and I'm sure everyone is tired of dealing with this emotional rollercoaster."

"Tell me about it..." Bucky grumbled, getting up.

"I think I'm going to sleep alone tonight." Lili stated.

"Yeah that's fine." Bucky shrugged, still a bit upset.

"I suppose that makes sense." Zemo agreed.

What they really wanted to do was hold Lili and never let go but now wasn't the time.

Lilianne decided to take Zemo's bedroom as he had taken the couch. She changed into black silk pajamas and tried to rest but her mind couldn't shut off after everything that had happened. So she decided she needed to talk to someone, someone who wasn't close to or hated either Bucky or Zemo. Someone who was like a brother to her. Lili decided to call Clint Barton.

To be continued...

#Marvel dr #fanfiction #desired reality #Bucky barnes x oc #Baron Zemo x oc #polyamory #love triangle

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hereticpriest · 2 months

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Masterlist

MDNI

Series

Mercy

Rating: Explicit 18+

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Read on AO3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Nine Point Five - Part Ten -

Miniseries

The Typist - Laszlo Kreizler and his bitey wife

Bite - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia

Chew - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite

Swallow - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite and sequel to Chew

Oneshots

The Bath - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft cockwarming

Pyrrhic - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft 14k of HYDRA being the worst and Helmut Zemo being a consent king

Ctrl and Power - Ernst Schmidt x Reader ft rough sex and secret relationships

Sriracha - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft sex toys/sybian

Muse - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader ft soft femdom and bondage and breeding

What Happens in Ibiza - Nikia Lauda x photographer!reader x James Hunt ft threesomes, double penetration and anal

Requests and Prompts

Reader likes to come up behind Zemo and kiss or bite him

Roman Sionis fucking reader in his club and being a show off about it (and also he's a total switch)

Roman Sionis making female reader cockwarm him during a gang meeting

Obi-Wan Kenobi noticing female reader's tattoos after sex and pausing to enjoy them

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x oc #obi-wan kenobi x original character #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #baron helmut zemo #my writing #requests and prompts #masterlist #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis #black mask x reader #dirk brûlée x reader

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writingtoforgetreality · 1 year

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i'd like to give you another link to my most recent story ("Outsmarting Opposites"). it's exclusively on ao3 and i'm still writing it. but 11 chapters are out and ready to be read (~41.000 words).

it's a wild ride. a negan x reader AND helmut zemo x reader. mhm, you heard that right. i can't promise regular updates but i am determined to finish it up eventually.

CLICK THE LINK TO READ "OUTSMARTING OPPOSITES" ON AO3

kisses to whoever decides to check it out

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albinomc · 1 year

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Zemo x Oc

Hoping no one really sees this, but this is a silly little writing I made from a tiktok audio/hamilton song lyric 😭

Widow is one of my Marvel Ocs and she’s paired with Zemo so

“The letter I received from you two weeks ago, I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase- it changed the meaning, did you intend this? One stroke and you’ve consumed my waking days! It says-“

Widow kept rereading and rereading the letter Zemo had sent her somehow from The Raft. Sam and James left the safehouse, and Zemo disappeared as well. She had noticed the Dora Milaje around more often and she knew he was on their radar but—

Anyways.. she hadn’t seen him in months it seemed. Getting this letter lit a flame that probably should have been put out as soon as she read it- but it wasn’t.

“‘My dearest, Widow,’”

She felt all giddy yet relieved every time she looked at the starting words.

“With a comma after dearest, you’ve written-“

“My dearest… Widow~”

Zemo finished the letter, his eyes flicking back up to the words he started with. He got one chance to communicate with anyone, he wanted it to mean something.

He smiled a little and ticked a comma after ‘dearest’.

He let out a satisfied hum before folding the letter carefully and placing it inside the envelope he was given. Before handing it off to the guard, he placed a kiss to the seal, hesitating a little bit before handing it off.

How he wished he could see her again.

The most he could hope for is that she wrote back.

That's all he wanted, even if having her was just a line of words.

#helmut zemo #mcu zemo #oc x cc #marvel #baron zemo #writing #ocs

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blackjackmagi83 · 2 years

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Criminal Behavior (7)

Masterlist

WC: 3.8k

Pairing: Druglords Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes X Detective Original Female Character

Summary: Rose Phillips, one of the best vice detectives in the game, was given a mission to catch the biggest drug lord in all of New York. James Buchanan Barnes. Framing as a lady of the night at a hidden gentlemen’s club, her mission being to do anything it takes to lure her target into her trap. Even if it means going through one of his accomplices to get there. Will the notorious criminals fall for her trap or will Rose fall for their criminal behavior?

Warnings: Lots of swearing, violence, and mild sexual content.

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♡

Rose watched in silent excitement as Stark gripped the piece of paper. Eyes in disbelieving at the amount of names on the list in his hands. Most he recognized, sending a rush of panic and anger through him. He felt betrayed as he counted the names. He would have to take care of this mess himself.

"This is a great find, truly. I’m not doubting your skills but you're certain this was given to Rogers? I don’t want to be baited into unknown territory for nothing."

Rose shrugged, sipping at the bitter liquid swirling in the cup in her hand, "It was in his office, tucked away in a book. That’s a little sketchy. Plus when he dropped me off at my apartment he gave me a whole speech about going on a business trip for an uncertain amount of time and how much he’d miss me, sappy shit to cover up the real issue. Don't think it gets more certain than that."

Stark nodded, placing the paper in a folder on top of his desk before tucking it into one of the many filing cabinets behind it, "I'll have someone check it out, snap some pictures. You know, the usual routine."

Rose nodded again, drifting her eyes to her coffee, an unsettling amount of guilt burrowing her chest. She pounded the rest of her coffee down, needing the buzz of caffeine to distract her from thinking of the intrusive thoughts brewing at the back of her mind.

This is her job. To catch criminals like him. Like them. No strings attached, just pure acting and faking it till she made it to her goal. She had to keep chanting it to make it stick, forcing the thoughts back into the dark.

Tony's concerned expression came into her view, distracting her train of thought, "You alright there sunshine? You’ve gone a bit pale if that’s possible."

Rose sighed, rubbing a hand over her face, "I think I need to get back on the road again, I feel caged being stuck around these guys. They’re draining and piss me off more. Let me investigate Rogers. That way I get myself out of Brooklyn for some time but still keep an eye on him at least. I doubt Barnes will go anywhere, not without trying to get to me first. Just let me do something, Chief. Please."

She knew Natasha would be pissed at her again, abandoning her word on coming back to her old schedule. She could deal with her pissy tantrum later, she wanted this small relief. Like a caged circus animal, once used to the wild, now begging to run on the grass, even for a mere few seconds.

Tony immediately shook his head, fingers anxiously scratching at the thin facial hair that lined his chin and upper lip, "Absolutely not, it's too dangerous.”

She gave him a deadpan stare, "How is this any different from what I've done in the past? I’ve gotten knocked out, broken bones, hell I even got shot a few times. Trust me I’m a big girl, I can handle a little shadowing without issue."

“That’s exactly my point, you’re better off here. You need to distance yourself from Rogers and get closer to Barnes. Give me something, anything with him because you’ve given me nothing but a distribution list and to be frank that’s nowhere near enough to prosecute shit.” Tony refused to look at her, hiding the true reason he wouldn’t let her go. This was too personal for him to give it to anyone but himself and he didn’t want to admit it was because he worried for her safety. He knew these men more than he was letting on. But she didn't know that. Not now, not ever if possible.

Rose gritted her teeth at the insult to her ego, she wasn’t used to disappointing Stark while on a case as important as this one and certainly not with her level of experience, “I’m trying my best alright? Don’t forget I’m playing two different people here. I can’t be in two places at once. The minute either of them find out I’m the same person it’ll start a full on possession war between them and then what? Oh yeah, we’re fucked. Now give me the real reason you won’t let me investigate this and don't bullshit me on this. You've been fidgety and paranoid since I handed that list to you.”

Tony was almost to his limit with her bullshit, chewing at his bottom lip till he tasted the iron substance on his tongue, "Because I said no Rose. End of story."

Rose was begging almost on her hands and knees at this point, "Chief pl-"

Tony threw the coffee mug he was holding against the back wall, coffee and glass splattering everywhere, "For once in your fucking life will you listen and do what you're told?"

That shook Rose almost as far as her core. Stark had never acted out that way towards her or anyone for that matter before even with her constant annoyances. This side of him frightened her, her body shaking from the panic that rose from the archives of her body. Something that hasn’t been around since she was a child.

Rose sat there in stunned silence as Stark breathed heavily, head hung low in shame and boiling rage, “Just go Rose. Please.”

She gave a simple nod, trying not to let her body collapse beneath her as she walked out of the office. The commotion had echoed throughout the whole building, turning everyone’s eyes towards her hunched figure as she made it to the main floor. Their eyes burned holes in her, building scenarios that could've led to such an outrage from the composed chief. Especially towards his star detective.

Martin saw how she shrunk within herself, holding onto her arms anxiously as she walked by silently. He's only seen her like this when she first came into vice, shiny and untouched like a newly released action figure. Now that simply wouldn’t do for him though, he wanted to make her squirm.

“Awh did daddy yell at his babygirl? You gonna go cry to one of your boy toys about it? Maybe they’ll fuck you better if you ask nicely.”

Rose didn't say anything sarcastic back to his nasty remark. She didn’t say anything at all. Not even an eye in his direction. She breezed through him as if he was a leaf blowing in the wind beside her. Her mind reminiscing in the old emotions that began to pick at her, bringing back memories she wanted to keep locked up for the rest of eternity.

"Don't look at me like that sweetheart you know you did wrong. You know you should've listened like a good fucking girl but what did you do? What the fuck did you do Rose?!"

Stark held the same anger as her dad did that day. The day she left the house without permission to go play with a new friend she had made at school that day. One of the few people who weren't aware of her home life and was allowed to play with her. But like the others, that didn't last long. No one wanted to play with the girl who was in a broken home with parents who cared more about their next fix than their child. Where violence was a form of love and the shattering of glass was music. Who would allow their child to be around that life. No one.

Rose's senses dimmed from her emotional state, barely feeling the watchful eyes target her as she left the building, following her every step around the bustling city. She finally noticed something was off when she stopped at one of the crosswalks. The air had shifted to a heavy dread. She felt the culprit lurking quietly around every corner she turned, hidden in shadows and alleyways. If she wasn't used to being followed from past cases she'd be paranoid to the point of a breakdown by now. It was an expectation while in the field. What Rose didn't expect was to find Sam Wilson lounging on her couch with a glass of scotch when she entered her apartment.

She had her .38 revolver pointed towards the shadowed figure on the couch within seconds of hearing the ice clink. Her finger toyed with the trigger, hearing the satisfying click as she pushed the hammer down. The noise caught the figure’s attention as well, raising their glass in mock surrender.

"No need for the dramatics. Just came for a drink is all."

The figure pulled at the cord of the lamp in the corner beside them, revealing Sam Wilson, eyes in a continuous blank stare as he inspected her.

She lowered the gun, placing it back in the holster under her blouse. She carried whenever the opportunity allowed it. Stark's orders rather than her own. She wasn't trained to fight only to rely on a piece of metal that misfired more than she could count on.

Rose made herself a well deserved drink, nearly spilling the liquid all over the counter as her hands still shook from the incident with Stark. She sipped at the liquid for a moment, helping her nerves calm enough to try to assess the unexpected situation at hand now. If Sam was the one watching her then most likely he saw her come out of the station and tapped into her phone lines like Stark had predicted at the case briefing. God only knows what else he’s messed with in her apartment. Not to mention what he might have already told James.

Irritated at the thought of losing her only sense of privacy and lead in the case, she turned sharply, pounding the rest of the liquor down in a large gulp. Her hand slammed the glass on the counter top earning a less than impressed glance from the intruder, “Let’s cut to the chase, did James send you to spy on me?”

Sam ignored her question, eyes focused back on the amber liquid in the crystal container he held, “Enlighten me Rose, what is a young woman such as yourself doing with a weapon like that?”

She put on a neutral face as she held the urge to tap along the countertop, a clear sign of nervousness, “Protection.”

Sam shook his head, displeased with her response. He stood from his spot on the couch, glass still untouched, approaching her at the counter with a pointed finger, “Statistically, women tend to carry smaller weapons, like pocket knives, pepper spray, nothing lethal. Not unless trained that is. You see, I know a lot of things Rose, and I know for certain that only cops are allowed to carry those guns. So what are you doing with it?”

Rose visibly gulped involuntarily, the hole she had stepped in had gotten bigger beneath her, “It was originally my grandfather’s. He passed it down to me after he retired from the force.”

She wasn’t fully lying, her grandfather did serve but not on the police force. He served in the military, becoming one of the first founders of shield from what she was told. But that’s as much as she was allowed to know. Her grandfather was a very private man, especially when it came to his past.

"That why you became a cop? Follow in his legendary footsteps?" His eyes locked on hers as he sipped on his drink.

Not fully. The real reason was her hatred for the drugs that took over her life. The people who deal it out like a pack of candy, not a care given on the consequences. She couldn't let people like that get away, living the rich life while their customers lost everything, "That's the reason why I never could become a cop, to become like him. That job was his life till he was on his deathbed. I don't want to live that way, no one should."

Sam gave another shake of his head, seeming to be having a mental struggle with himself. He wasn’t happy with the results he was getting from this conversation, he didn’t want to tiptoe anymore, “How do you know Natasha Romanoff? You two seem rather acquainted.”

There was no point in covering that secret up, she knew he had listened to her conversation earlier, “She’s my boss.”

Sam’s brows raised, eyes glazing at the multiple possibilities of her position with the ex-spy, “For?”

Rose clenched her jaw, her fingers aching from her grip along the countertop, “I work at the club when she needs someone. Speaking of which, I need to get my afternoon nap in before it’s too late and I get no sleep for the next 8 hours so if this interrogation is over then you can get the fuck out of my apartment.”

A deep rumble released from Sam’s chest, the closest noise to a laugh she’d probably hear from him, “I see why he wants you so much now.”

“Because he’s a controlling asshole who can’t take no for an answer? Because he can’t accept the fact that someone is happy and he isn’t? The list I assure you goes on for a very long time.”

Sam released another attempt at a chuckle from the venomous sting you leave in your words, “In a way yes. You challenge him to the point it drives him crazy. That sort of feeling becomes addictive to someone like him. Better watch yourself."

"He'll learn to sober up."

Sam had finished his drink by now, delicately placing the glass besides yours on the counter.

"I meant it when I said watch yourself Rose. James is a man you don't want to toy with. He doesn't discriminate against women, Natasha knows that from experience. You don't want to be next."

If that wasn't a threat then Rose didn't know what was, "It's not polite to threaten a woman Mr. Wilson."

"Then it's a good thing you're no ordinary woman."

Rose could see Natasha was on edge when she found her inside the club dressing room, watching protectively from the doorway. It took the impossible to bother Natasha but something had scared her. Or someone.

"He doesn't discriminate against women, Natasha knows that from experience."

Rose could only imagine what he could've done to cause such an effect on her. She struggled to pull away from the image of Natasha getting her face bashed in, blood pooling from her broken nose and eye socket.

The hand on her, rubbed fondly against the top of her thigh as she rested in her companion's lap, enjoying a glass of champagne as she listened to him talk. His sokovian accented voice was pleasant to her ears, complimenting her whenever the chance was given.

"You seem so miserable here, let me take you away my darling. I can cherish you the way you deserve."

Helmut Zemo, a brilliant and very rich nobleman. Known for being the son of Heinrich Zemo, the man who aided the enemy of the war. He was one of Rose's first returning clients, gifting her with many beautiful pieces of jewelry whenever he paid a visit. One of the few she tolerated, dare even say was fond of.

"Oh don't tease me Zemo, it's too cruel." Rose patted a hand on his chest, shifting on his lap as his arm tightened on her.

"You know I don't tease when I'm with you. I mean every word. Please, let me take care of you." Zemo's fingers danced along the sapphire necklace he bought that adorned Rose's neck as he gazed up at her. His eyes held truth and affection.

The offer was more than tempting if not for her morals. To live in a life of luxury and carefree moments filled with expensive drinks and clothes. But he was still a bad man, one who’s had his fair share of crimes and far from who Rose would ever become.

“Zemo-”

The bang of the main door opening startled her, shattering the glass onto the decorative carpet, and the men around her forced the room to go abruptly silent. Eyes followed each other to land on an angry James Barnes. Jaw tensed, fist white and bruised darkly along the knuckles. His face was lined with the same color, traveling from his eye to his cheek.

"What the fuck you all looking at?!" He growled, slamming a fist along the bar counter.

Everyone's attention turned back to their company, not daring to take another glance at the ex super soldier. Rose however remained her eyes on him as he slowly became aware she was among the crowd but he didn't move from his seat. He just stared mindlessly at her. So Rose had an idea. A very dangerous one.

She turned back to Zemo who sat unamused by the angered display, her lips brushing his ear, "Tell me my love, if I agreed to go with you tonight, how would you spoil me?"

She felt him shiver under her touch as she placed kisses along the curve of his neck down to his collarbone. The pulse of his vein quickened beneath her lips,

"First I'd take you back to Sokovia, show you around your new home." His voice was almost completely steady if the edge that laced it didn’t completely give away that he was internally unwinding at her touch.

Her eyes trailed back up to James over Zemo's shoulder as she kissed back up to his ear, "And then? I need a little more convincing than that."

The mindless staring was morphing into possessive jealousy, his breathing had picked up again in an animalistic pant as he watched her challenge him. She was surprised that the glass in his hand hadn’t completely shattered beneath the death grip he held.

Zemo caught the bottom of her chin, pulling her face to line up with his, "And then I'll give you the world. Anything you want you shall have it. My life, my money and myself is yours, just say the words my darling."

Rose was internally screaming. How come it's the bad ones that are so charming?

The sound of a gun clicking next to her head broke her out of the fogged daze that was beginning to consume her, "Over your dead body pal."

There he was in all his glory, the rotten beast she was after. Rose internally smirked at the animalistic dominance he was radiating. His body ready to pounce what he viewed as the weaker link to the mate he desired to have. How calm he appeared but eyes screaming, daring for him to make an attempt at taking her.

Zemo’s composure didn’t falter, calm and collected with a hint of polite sarcasm lacing his tone, "There's no need to be impolite, friend."

The glint of the metal shined out of the corner of her eye. The hand hidden besides her leg was locked and loaded, aimed for James's looming figure. This incident gave him an excuse to kill James Barnes right there. One of the leading men that aided in killing his father during the war. Steve Rogers was more so his main target but he was willing to be a step ahead and take one over nothing right then and there.

Not wanting a mess on everyone's hand, especially her own, she didn’t need another table full of reports to fill out on her hands. So, Rose placed a hand against Zemo's chest grabbing his attention with a soft smile, "It's alright Zemo, I'll see you when you get back from Sokovia."

Zemo nodded in understanding, placing a delicate kiss to the back of her hand as she stood from his lap, "Till then my darling."

Her focus shifted to James, her eyes screaming angrily to follow her and for once he did it with no further complaint, not to her at least. Just a wave of his gun and a snippy comment in a language she wasn’t familiar with. Zemo sent back a hasty response earning only a snicker from James.

The remnants of her glass crunched beneath her heels, the sound tingled her senses, becoming more aware of the man following behind her. How he hovered over her protectively, hiding her from the eyes that dared to follow them. The vibranium hand rested along her back, the cold vibrations traveling up her spine to the back of her head causing a slight chatter on her teeth. How he could deal with the constant hum against him without issue baffled her. Must’ve taken a long time to grow used to.

Rose twirled around in her heels to face him. Never keep your back to a predator, stay calm and watch without eye contact. She held an irritable but playful smirk, noticing he never left more than a foot of room between them, his body towering over her’s, "So why all the fuss? Don't get me wrong, that little show was cute but very unnecessary. All you had to say was please."

His hands dragged up her arms, nails gliding against her skin leaving goosebumps in their path, "It's like coming home from a bad day of work to find your wife fucking the pool boy. I don't like to share my toys."

The sensation brought that emotion she passionately hated back. The one she only had with him. It was desireful, dangerous and greedy. She wanted him to explore the crevices of her but beat the cocky smirk off his face at the same time. Watch him bleed like he did to Natasha, like he wanted to do to the real Rose. A sensational gory battle that she couldn’t win.

Her eyes dared to meet his, uncertainty caving in as her body was reacting to him against her wishes, "Thankfully I'm no toy, especially not yours Mr. Barnes ."

He bit his lip as she rolled his name from her spiteful tongue. He wanted to nip at it till it bled, taste the iron as he devoured every part of her. The thought was both blissful and enraging, "See, that's where you're wrong doll."

He didn’t need to hold her in place as he nudged her nose with his lips, teasing her’s with a simple brush. He knew he had her. She could deny and hide behind a confident cover all she wanted to but he knew the truth. By the way she sensed his presence in the room without needing to look. How captivating he was to her despite his cocky demeanor. How her breath hitched as his teeth dug into her bottom lip while his eyes pierced into her, watching the barrier she built crumble in her hands.

“You’ve been mine since you walked into the room that night and there’s not a single person who will tell me otherwise. You’re caving beneath my touch as we speak. You’ve lost. Now all you have to do is completely give in.”

Rose felt like she was slowly drowning. James’s hands pulling her further and further under the shimmering surface as all the air within her vanished, bubbling above her. Words barely formed as his nips trailed down her collarbone, his hand gripping possessively at her throat, gently squeezing at her quiet response, “Never.”

A dark chuckle left his lips, “But you already have.”

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Twenty

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: 18+ minots dni, angst, witch-vampire bonds, coven dynamics, blood drinking, emotional, swearing, sm/ut, mmf, mm, mf, thre/esome, soul bonds, vamipire stuff, or/al, fing/ering

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Chapter Twenty: Time Will Be Immortalised

Eight Months Ago.

They all stood at the foot of Thor’s grave. Nia placed a single flower near the headstone. Her hand pressed upon the apex, “God, Thor, did you have to be so horrible?” She grumbles.

Loki stands solemnly between Bucky and Y/N. Her head resting against his arm and Bucky’s palm intertwined with his own.

The vampire sighs, looking at the grave. Stephen and Emery stand a few feet behind Loki. Though he had an off feeling about the dead vampire, he had hoped this would not be the outcome.

“He made bad choices.” Y/N reasons, Bucky wants to scoff. His displeasure at her words traverse across the steadily growing bond. Y/N’s gaze meets his blue eyes.

“He didn’t take care of you as he had promised. Do not make excuses for his choice of actions.” Loki looks down at Y/N.

“I—,” She begins but Bucky shakes his head.

“Poetess, things would have been much different if he held focus upon you.” The warlock reasons.

“He’s right, even if I did not know the truth of Loki leaving you. Thor did, I would have understood why he was being protective.” Nia stands, turning away from Thor’s grave.

Y/N stays quiet, eyes lingering upon the headstone.

‘Thor Odinson — brother, first love, and friend. Immortal in memory.’

Nia did not want to write soulmate, he didn’t deserve that title.

“He did possess good qualities, it is a shame they were outshined by the bad.” Stephen adds, Nia joins them.

“Any bars nearby?” She questions Loki, this was their hometown, built by them over years, most of the land owned by them.

“In the town square there are five, Meade’s is decent, good hard liquor.” Loki chuckles as Nia grins.

“Pretty good tab we’ll be stacking up.” Emery chuckles then looks at Y/N.

“You okay?” They ask her, she nods in response.

Having Emery know everything made their friendship even more strong. Y/N could tell them everything. They could ask the questions that Y/N could answer while still preserving her recovering mental health.

The bond thrums Y/N and Bucky eye Loki curiously.

“You three go ahead, I want to take them to Mum’s resting place.” Loki gestures with his head towards the path which leads to the destination in mind.

“Very well.” Stephen intertwines his hand with Emery's, they blush. Y/N has a knowing smile upon her face. Stephen chuckles.

Emery meets her gaze, their happiness shining through the smile they harbour.

Nia checks her phone for messages from the law firm, nothing new, no fires to put out. She sighs, tucking the device back and following Stephen to the bar.

Loki, Bucky and Y/N remain back.

“I know I should have asked the two of you before—,”

“We’d like to meet her.” Y/N interrupts, quelling Loki’s nervousness.

Bucky smiles as well, “We would be honoured to meet the woman who raised our mate.”

Loki smiles, leading them to the grave that has flowers bordering it.

“These were her favourite, we had a garden back home.” Loki touches the petals as the flowers sway in the wind. “Mother, this is Y/N and this is James, they both are my mates.”

Bucky and Y/N look at each other and then at the grave, then Loki,

“You have a wonderful son.”

“So full of love.”

Loki smiles hearing their words as he kneels placing his lips to the headstone.

“She is proud of you, you know?” Bucky adds with a smile.

Loki nods, “I wish she could have met the two of you.”

“We wish we could have met her too.” Y/N places a palm on Loki’s shoulder. it trembles despite her best effort.

She attempts to use the spell that would allow him to feel her embrace.

The spell spurs in and out, flickering like a broken lightbulb.

Bucky feels her frustration. Loki is about to tell Y/N that it is okay, she needs to rest. When his mother’s embrace takes over.

Y/N stares at Bucky’s warm hand placed upon her own. Eyes closed in concentration to stabilise her spell. She sighs, the inability to perform magick frustrating her to no beyond.

“Just a matter of time, you will get back to it.” Bucky whispers, peeking at her with one eye open, “Then we can have a magick battle to see who is the better spell caster.” He grins focusing back on the spell after her frown is turned into a smile.

“You both are not doing anything reckless.” Loki pipes up.

Y/N giggles, Bucky looks at her and winks, “Of course, we won’t.”

“I felt the wink, Warlock. Witchling, you better not be agreeing with him.” Loki mutters.

“Good, the bond works then.” Bucky laughs, drawing more laughter from their mate.

“Little troublemakers.” In a blur Loki has the two of them flush against him in his arms, lips brushing over their foreheads.

Seven Weeks Ago.

Y/N had avoided speaking to her quote unquote mother for as long as she could. Clark and Miles suggested she get it over with, but Sierra surprisingly told her to take her time. The moon ruled over them, as Celestials there was a bond of a higher calibre.

Y/N purses her lips, as she trudges to Clark, moving away from where Bucky and Miles were discussing types of divination.

“Keeping secrets?” Clark chuckles, gesturing for her to sit, she shakes her head.

“What do you know about power transferring? I read in one of the books that we can store powers in inanimate objects or other…. beings.” She keeps her gaze steady.

“Who do you want to transfer your powers to?” He places the book on the side table.

“I’m not sure if I want to but I’d like the option open.” Y/N admits, fingers drumming against her thighs. The thoughts she was having, the aversion to magick that suddenly was thrust upon her only to take Alexander down.

It felt alien to her. Not a part of herself as it should feel.

“Transferring is no easy feat, razor sharp focus and the person should accept your powers before the spell.” Clark writes upon a piece of paper, handing it to Y/N.

“This book is in the library, you can take it. I hope you think it through before giving away your abilities.” He regards her, knowing he was hard upon her.

“It doesn’t feel as though it is my own.” She admits out loud for the first time. Fingers run over the written words upon the paper. She sighs.

“You can work on it, as part of the coven–,”

“Am I part of it? I didn’t have a traditional initiation, I just practised and learned to protect. I know you’d save them over me.” Her words silence the High Priest.

“I will admit your journey has not been the easiest.” Clark wonders what words are correct, soothing in this situation. It doesn’t come easily to him.

“It hasn’t.” Y/N agrees, biting down on her bottom lip to stop the tears.

Weak. The word rings across her mind.

“Giving up isn’t the way.” He advises, reaching out to place a comforting palm over her forearm.

“I’m not giving up Clark, I just, I feel disconnected. I went through so much with everything. I don’t belong in this world in this way. I can’t push myself to work with something that doesn’t seem to want me.” Y/N looks up at him, hoping he understands.

Clark nods, “If you want to practise or have questions let me know. Learn to cloak the object you do pick. If it is another witch or warlock I suggest speaking to them first about it.”

“Thank you.”

Bucky’s leg bounces as he watches Y/N approach the dinner table. Loki places a gentle hand on his knee. Reassuring him silently. Two weeks after the meeting with the Celestials and things were going well for the three of them. Date nights, days, falling further in love. Exploring aspects of their bonds one on one and together.

Things were looking further upwards and onwards for all of them. Y/N and Bucky both recovering from the traumas of the past year. Healing.

The bonds no longer looked decaying and broken but now gleamed gold, fragments repaired.

“You’re not going to hurt her by your decision.” Loki assures yet again, the sinking feeling Bucky has quells in the slightest when he feels the love rush across the bond.

Y/N grins at the two, her loves, her mates.

Recovery wasn’t an easy road in the slightest but things seemed better, felt better. She takes her place at the table. The mahogany is covered with different dishes for dinner.

Impeccably plated and micro greens used for garnishing.

Loki cooked, she deemed then her brows furrowed. It was Bucky’s turn to cook today, she looks up at the warlock who regards her and allows his own unease to trickle past his carefully guarded walls.

“You can tell me… what happened?” Y/N reaches towards him, Bucky’s fingers intertwine with her own. Giving a squeeze he grounds himself.

She had her own decision to share, but what had Bucky worried would take priority.

Loki grasps Bucky’s other hand, “Whenever you’re comfortable.”

Y/N squeezes Bucky’s hand, he nods. Pursing his lips and then closing his eyes. She gazes upon Loki; he offers a smile that is assuring but she notes the hint of his own anxiousness.

“Whatever it is we’ll get through it okay? We’ve been doing so well since everything went down months ago, even the pending conversation with Moonmy.” Y/N recounts, attempting to ease their worries.

“I have decided that I want to turn. I’m close enough to Loki’s apparent age and I think it is time.” Bucky’s words are met with happiness from his bond with Loki. The vampire is smiling at his mate.

“Oh.” The word leaves past her lips with such heartbreak her mates both lose their smiles.

“Are-are you not happy?” Bucky begins to pull his hand away from her own.

Y/N tightens her grip on his hand, “Bucky, I am happy, I just, I wanted to discuss something with you and based on your decision I don’t think what I had in mind will work out. I’m happy for you, I’m glad you’re taking this step and Loki and I both are here for you during your transition and after it.”

“What did you want to discuss?” Bucky counters, not allowing her to be dismissive.

“It’s nothing, I–,”

“Witchling.” Loki shakes his head, “You need to share whatever it is that is bothering you, with us.”

“Exactly, Poetess. How are we to provide you with the tools necessary or be there for you in the way you need us to be there if you don’t tell us?” Bucky unlaces their intertwined fingers cupping her cheek.

The book and her notes weigh heavy on her chest.

Loki and Bucky exchange a glance then gaze back at their mate. Observing her internal turmoil. Watching her swallow before gesturing with her index finger for them to wait. She heads upstairs.

Loki follows her footsteps with his hearing, “Her reading room.” He watches Bucky’s brows furrow attempting to decipher what was there that had a profound impact.

“She has been in there quite a lot, I deemed it was for her return to her course.” The warlock reasons.

Y/N returns, a thick book and notes in hand, post-its sticking out of several places and handwriting strewn across the pages haphazardly. Loki denotes the different coloured pens adding to the notes.

“I um, I was reading up on how to transfer powers.” Y/N begins placing the books and notes in front of the two. Bucky takes her notes and Loki opens the book to the first sticky tab annotation.

“Transferring powers is not uncommon, but you will require training.” Bucky assures, “I think you will be able to do it.”

“I, um, yes, yeah, practice is required but it’s straight forward.” Y/N agrees, her fingers intertwine as she fidgets nervously. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Bucky hums as he reads over her notes, “This is good extensive research. I’m pleased and an object that can be kept safe so that no one may steal and–, oh.”

Loki’s gaze moves from the book to the page Bucky is reading.

‘While transferring powers to inanimate objects is the far more common and reversible practice it is not lost that a witch or warlock can provide another living being – either animal or human with their powers, provided permission is sought and the recipient of the powers is willing.’

‘Supernatural beings such as witches, warlocks, werewolves and vampires may be considered as recipients; this practice is lesser known and explored. It is deemed, however, to be an irreversible spell.’

Bucky’s azure eyes find Y/N’s nervous gaze. Loki gazes upon her as well.

“Why?” The two of them ask her together.

“I don’t feel connected to my powers… I know I did the magick when it was required but,” she looks to her warlock, “You had your initiation, a coven that cherished you as their own and not a pawn that was needed to fight battles and only trained in a manner of dire circumstance.”

“You’ve been doing well, gaining control.” Loki counters, he feels her heartbreak before she vocalises it. Bucky winces, this wasn’t the reaction she expected or hoped for from them.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m getting better… I just, I appreciate the powers, I appreciate what flows through my veins but it’s second nature or rather basic instinct for all the other warlocks and witches I know. For me it's…” She takes a deep breath.

“Does it feel as if it's more of a burden to you?” Bucky offers, his heart cracking as she nods. His Poetess’ entire demeanour feeling as if she’s admitting defeat.

“Did you want to transfer your powers to an object?” Loki shifts the focus, they needed to know what she was thinking and how to get through this together.

Y/N says nothing just swallows the lump forming in her throat, her eyes flashing towards Bucky and then back to her fidgeting hands.

Bucky looks at Loki, the two gaze down at her notes. Finding the small scribble at the corner.

‘Ask Bucky… if he says no then consider Midnight’s old collar.’

“Did you want me to be the one to receive your powers?” Bucky questions, thumb brushing over her handwriting on the paper. She doesn’t answer.

“Witchling…” Loki’s voice is pleading; making her look at him.

“Okay, you know what? We’re going to the living room to discuss this, this isn’t a conversation where you need to feel small or thinking you’re asking something you aren’t supposed to,” Bucky tucks the notes back in the book. He then walks towards his mate, gently taking her hand and guiding her to the couch. The three spent the most time either reading, talking or binge watching shows and movies.

Y/N easily falls into place across Bucky’s lap, Loki follows suit settling next to them, his hand holding hers, kissing her palm. Bucky allows Y/N to nuzzle against the crook of his neck grounding herself before they continue the conversation.

“You don’t have to be afraid alright?” Loki assures, “No matter what choice Bucky makes, his feelings towards you won’t change nor will he feel forced to choose for you.”

Bucky feels her nod, his palm rubs up and down her back soothing her.

Loki presses a soft kiss to Bucky’s temple, “You do know you won’t be forced to choose.”

“I know, I want to hear our mate out completely and help her research further before taking an informed decision together.”

Y/N takes a few more grounding breaths, lifting her head from Bucky’s neck and she faces the two of them. Her explanation falls from her lips the feeling of disconnect, the way it doesn’t feel nurturing. As though it was a chore to teach her rather than a tradition of passing down knowledge.

Bucky understands every word, knowing what it is to have a coven that nurtures their baby witches and warlocks rather than just prepping them for battle as if a lamb to slaughter.

Loki understands nodding along to everything, a worried pit forming in his stomach at the prospect of her regretting the decision.

“It’s okay if you say no…” She shrugs, “I just, I think I was supposed to be normal?” Once she’s done she looks at both waiting for a response.

“You’re anything but ordinary, witchling.” Loki kisses her nose making her giggle.

“Look, I’m not saying no, but I did consider the fact that I would lose my powers when I turned.” Bucky begins, “It’s not to say that I don’t mind losing them, but my powers are another thing that connects me to my coven and Grandmother. I know I would probably have some other kind of ability in place if it is part of my transition but I doubt it.”

“Celestials are known to retain their abilities after the shift.” Loki adds.

“I could transfer my powers to an inanimate object,” Bucky looks at Y/N, “It humanises me, then you could well transfer your powers to me.”

Her features light up.

“Provided the two of you research this in depth and are equally prepared.” Loki adds, “Also if her transfer doesn’t work can you reabsorb your powers from the inanimate object?”

“I will be able to, it’s reversible.” Bucky assures, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Loki’s ear. Then brushes his lips against Y/N’s cheek.

“Will you be telling Moonmy?” Bucky raises a brow.

“I guess she already knows…” Y/N shrugs, “It doesn’t matter if she says no, either way I want to do it.”

“If you had undergone a better time as part of the coven would you still feel the same way?” Bucky questions her, Y/N ponders over it, replaying all the interactions she saw between the other members and the stories Bucky told her.

“I wouldn’t feel disconnected if I had that kind of witchy upbringing.” Y/N admits.

“Okay.” Bucky nods.

“Dinner then research?” Loki offers, his mates both nod.

Present.

“Professor?” One of Loki’s students cuts through his thoughts of the past five weeks. He refocuses into the present, plastering on a smile for the student.

Questions answered for his students yet Loki’s own worried curiosity knows no bounds. He retires to his office, heading straight for the alcohol.

“Pour me a glass.” Bucky’s whisper travels across the floor to Loki. He places another glass filling it with the amber liquid.

The vampire waits for his warlock to join in, Bucky opens the door, closing it softly. In a few strides he’s pressed up against Loki. Wrapped in each other’s arms. Their mutual worry over their mate quelling in the slightest.

“It will be alright.” Bucky whispers, “It has to be.”

“It will be my warlock.” Loki runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair, he sighs leaning for more support onto his mate.

Grasping onto his blazer lapels, blue eyes meet green ones. Loki leans in, his lips meet Bucky’s own. The soft gesture is comforting enough to quell the growing anxiety.

They part when their phones vibrate and chime in unison.

The dates had aligned; it was the phase of the lunar cycle when Bucky would be completing his conversion. It was also the night they would be transferring the powers before Loki would complete the process and turn Bucky into his own kind.

Bucky’s nerves were shot but in a good way. Excitement of being the same creature as his mate, having the chance to deepen the bond he shared with Y/N. There was a part of him that was melancholic over the loss of his original powers.

The blue markings on his left arm glow in response to his call. He traces the lines with his eyes.

Loki gently raises Bucky’s palm to his lips, tracing the lines to his elbow.

“Loki.” Bucky whispers, red rims surround his vampire’s eyes, “Loki.” he says yet again with need.

Loki pulls Bucky closer, nose tracing the juncture of his chest and neck, “You smell divine, our mates blood mixed with yours and mine.” open mouthed kisses have Bucky whimper. His shirt unbuttoned, Loki sinks to his knees. Undoing the jeans, Bucky hisses as the confines upon him are released.

Loki brushes his lips over the tip, Bucky’s fingers tangle in his hair.

“Mate, you’ve come at the right time.” Loki speaks, Bucky’s eyes snap open and towards the door.

“I,” Y/N’s hand is frozen on the door knob, arousal brims through the two bonds

“Poetess I-,” Bucky’s words are cut off as Loki takes his length in his mouth, cheeks hollowed, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

‘Get inside.’ Loki’s voice instructs in her mind.

Y/N scrambles inside, locking the door. She moans at the sight of her mates. Bucky beckons her closer. His lips meeting hers in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue and moans as Loki continues his movements, varying speeds enjoying the sounds he draws from Bucky.

The scent of Y/N’s arousal urges Loki on, one hand caresses Bucky’s balls. The other moves along her inner thigh, the skirt allowing him leverage. Her soaked panties have him moan around Bucky.

The three moan in unison.

Loki’s thumb draws circles over her clit, the fabric adding another layer of sensations that have her whimper into Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s arm wraps around her waist, holding her flush against him.

Their sounds grow needier, Loki times his head bobbing to the thrusts his fingers provide to Y/N. His sweet mates unravelled for him. Bucky tugs on his hair.

Y/N moves as Bucky lifts her in his arms, facing Loki. Her dripping cunt soaking his cock her legs thrown over Loki’s shoulders. His fingers now move on her clit.

Loki takes Bucky back in his mouth, their mixed arousal only urging him onward.

She falls apart first with a cry, her head thrown back against Bucky’s left shoulder. Bucky places kisses over her neck as he moans against her sweet spot as he cums. Loki swallows every drop they give him.

Slowly the two humans calm down, Loki kisses them deeply each stated to an extent.

“What brought you to my office?” Loki questions his witchling.

“I um, forgot…” Y/N’s cheeks flush, drawing laughter from Bucky.

“Perhaps another set of orgasms might jog your memory.” Loki offers, Y/N squeals before she’s placed on his desk. Bucky and Loki both gaze at her glistening folds.

“We’re the luckiest aren’t we Loki?” Bucky’s large palm traces up her thigh, spreading her legs further apart.

“We are.” Loki agrees, “Have your fill my Warlock. I’ll have her moan around my cock.”

Y/N clenches around nothing, preening under their intense gazes, words having her grow wetter.

Bucky takes a seat on Loki’s chair, lips tracing her folds as his lips then latch upon her clit. Loki traces her parted lips with his cock before slowly sinking into her beautiful mouth.

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Everything was set up, candles arranged in the shape of a crescent. Y/N sitting at the centre of it. Bucky’s jaw clenched as the air became heavier around them.

Iridescent glimmers shift through, candle light adding to the glow. Embers casting shadows across their features and the walls.

Loki attempts to quell the growing unease across the bonds. Disallowing his trepidation to trickle to his already worried mates.

Y/N bit her bottom lip, eyes meeting his then drifting to Bucky. The warlock gives an encouraging nod. His spell was done, he was left without powers, they were encased into a necklace he had bought for Y/N.

She blinks, the white glow returns. Loki swallows, shifting towards Bucky. The warlock grabs his hand. Then let it go.

It was time.

The charged air seems to move. Loki watches, the flames of the candles shift into circles. Burning full moons.

Bucky swallows, feeling the first of the powers wrapping around him. His eyes close.

The charged air recedes into nothing, the flames return to their normal shape. Y/N’s eyes open first, no glow present. Her eyes move to Bucky. Loki waits, their breaths held.

Bucky falls to his knees, wheezing and then his eyes open. White crescents visualise across his irises and then fade back to blue.

‘She may have given you her powers, but they do not make you a celestial.’ The voice rings across the room. The necklace shatters into pieces and blue lines form along the broken fragments. They move towards Bucky wrapping around his left arm.

The moon gave him back the markings of his old coven. The three of them stare at one another for long moments.

Loki and Y/N move then, helping Bucky up. The warlock only stares at his arm, the lines do not fade as they used to but now remain as a constant as though a glowing tattoo.

Her hand reaches to touch the line, she had done it before, but this time she feels nothing.

No flow of magick. Nothing weighing down upon her, making her struggle to stay afloat. A responsibility she wasn’t encouraged or nurtured to bear.

No sense of connection to Bucky and Loki beyond the soul bonds.

The way it should have been. The way it felt before her awakening as though there was something between them but now it was more, deeper and defined.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bucky gently grasps her face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“I don’t regret it. I just, it feels peaceful?” Y/N looks up at him, he nods.

“I just feel my magick, not the Celestial one.” Bucky admits his own eyes glazing over with tears, “Even if I don’t retain it when I turn it's okay.”

Loki pulls the two of them into his embrace.

Kissing every bit of their faces, taking away the tears that flow. Salt on his lips, his mates cradled in his arms.

Nia, Stephen and Emery join them hours later. In the last of the night, Bucky consumes the last vial of Loki’s blood mixed with Y/N’s. The taste wasn’t blood-like, the bit of ironish rust taste one would get when trying to curb the bleed of a paper cut.

“This next part may hurt.” Loki says, setting the glass down.

“It definitely will hurt.” Stephen pipes up.

“Does it have to be this way?” Emery questions, their own transformation pending.

Stephen reaches out to them, gently stroking their arm to soothe them.

“It has to be a sort of clean death. Not to say other forms of killing don’t work. They do but this is swifter.” Nia explains nursing another glass of alcohol. Y/N looks at her in worry.

“Nia…”

“Doesn’t affect me. Perks can’t get drunk.”

“Nia.. still.”

“Drop it, your boyfriend’s about to turn into a vampire. We’ll discuss this later.” Yet again Nia tables the discussion.

The loss of Thor doesn’t hurt as much. It’s the betrayal, Nia missing the signs. Signs she was fucking good at noticing.

“Just do it.” Bucky exhales, eyes meeting Y/N’s worried ones, “Just a nap, Poetess.”

“Just a nap.” She affirms, walking back to him.

“It’s going to hurt like a bitch.” Nia reminds Y/N, she nods.

“My blood runs through him, so I know he will awaken, I’ll be there to hold you through it. Unfortunately you know the experience of the breaking of a bond.” Loki strokes her cheek, “I’ll keep the bond fully open so it may help quell the despair.”

“Or you end up feeling mine.” She mutters.

Bucky laughs, “Look, he fully deserves to feel it.”

“Bucky!” Y/N lightly hits his chest.

“Rude.” Loki rolls his eyes but he smiles at the banter.

“Hey you were the one deciding for us before. This is just karma.”

Y/N laughs at Bucky’s retort, Loki grumbles under his breath.

“Alright, alright, it’s a bit of time away from Bucky.” Stephen assures, pointing at the clock.

Loki grapes Bucky’s face gently, palms moving to his jaw.

“I trust you.” Bucky assures, “I love you both.” He looks between his two mates, smiling.

“I love you.”

“I love you, thank you, for trusting me.” Loki places a kiss on his forehead.

Y/N and Emery close their eyes. The cracking sound has them flinch.

At first Y/N feels nothing and then the bond rips apart, her chest heaves. Loki grasps onto her pulling her against him where the two remain near Bucky. He opens the bond he shares with Bucky to the bond he shares with her.

The certainty of his soon to return to life status begins to wash over the turmoil in Y/N’s chest. Her sobs begin to quiet and tiredness takes over. Loki rocks her back and forth, her hand not leaving Bucky’s own.

Sleep finds her after an hour still not letting go of Bucky. Loki feels the vampire aspect take over Bucky stronger, the warlock markings begin to gleam and change. The parallel lines once linear now wrap around his arm.

Y/N is placed in the farthest room as it gets closer to Bucky’s awakening. Nia and Loki remain in the house to prevent things from going south in case the bloodlust is too much for Bucky to handle.

The former warlock stirs, groaning, his hand reaches for his neck rubbing over where he could feel the ghost of the bone breaking. Bucky’s eyes open, black with red rims, a deep hunger manifesting in his belly. As he licks his lips they are dry, parched. The thirst is taking over. He suppresses it, walking to the mirror to observe the changes he’s gone through.

The short sleeved V neck fits him, his features seemingly sharper and defined but not taking away from what he was born as a human with, it wasn’t as though he was fully changed.

When he touches his face with his left hand he notices the biggest difference. The three lines of his tattoo now wrap around his arm in swirls.

The middle line has a small crescent at his wrist and a star akin to the northern star is now over his cubital fossa. At the centre of the star however, is a crescent moon with a tiny sprig of lavender.

Pride swirls in his chest as does a familiar happiness, Bucky turns, Loki stands at the door with a bottle in hand.

“Welcome back, James.” Loki greets with a bright smile, their bond thrums. Bucky almost knocks his mate over when he’s by his side in a blur. Loki chuckles, wrapping his mate in his arms.

“Loki.” He breathes, melting into his embrace.

“You need to feed.” Loki reminds and the thirst comes back tenfold.

“I need to see her.” Bucky argues.

“Warlock, she’s still human.”

“She’s my mate.”

“And you will know then to feed before you see her.” Loki’s eyes turn black with red rims in response to the defiance, “Quell the beast within, James. You do not want to accidentally hurt Y/N.”

Bucky clenches his jaw, pushing away from Loki, “You didn’t tell me it was this hard, curbing the need to be with my mates.”

“You’re a half mated newborn, two basic urges are strong.” Loki hands the bottle to Bucky.

The latter drinks the blood in large gulps, sighing in content as the thirst quells.

“Better?”

“Maybe after two more bottles.” He jokes, Loki chuckles.

Two more bottles are consumed, Bucky wipes the corner of his lip.

Enhanced hearings pick up soft careful steps and then a ‘oof’ along with a whined out call of Nia’s name.

“You will wait patiently for Bucky to come to you.” Nia chastises Y/N, She huffs in response literally being dragged away as though a child.

“I need to see him.” She reasons when Nia pauses in the room.

“I know, but you need to let him feed,” Nia looks to the side, “Well you’re in luck, impatient little human he’s on his way.”

Nia stops at the door, “There are about 5-6 gatorades in the drawer.”

“For what?”

“Stamina, you have to keep up with two vampires now.” Nia laughs, easily dodging the pillow thrown her way.

Y/N sits at the edge of the bed. There is a knock at the door. Her heartbeat picks up, as does the rustling of pages within her chest, as though pages being turned to reach the favourite part of a beloved novel.

Loki smiles at Bucky, noticing the anticipation of the bon trickle through the bond.

“Come in…”

Loki turns the door knob, he enters with an encouraging smile. Y/N doesn’t look at the door but at Loki as he stands before her. Cupping her face.

“He’s fed, taken to the change well. Eager to see you and bond if you’re willing. He’s told me to pull him away if you do not want to tonight.” Loki explains, Y/N nods.

“I’m ready. I trust him.” She whispers.

Bucky sighs in contentment.

Loki shifts, Y/N looks up at Bucky. The blue flickers in and out of focus as he tries to keep the beast at bay. Her eyes fall to the markings. The star gleams in the slightest and then the lavender sprig.

Bucky’s fists clench, “Poetess.” he calls out to her, voice hoarse, needy.

“Bucky.” Y/N says with equal need.

In a blur she’s pressed against the mattress, a breathless laugh leaves her before Bucky’s lips find her soft ones. Her scent thrums through his senses. The beast within him wanted more.

Bucky’s hands wander over her frame, drawing moans from his mate into his mouth. Her hands grip at his t-shirt arching against him. He nips at her bottom lip. Bucky moans at the taste of her blood.

“You’re so fucking divine.” He hums, “Loki was right, a goddess, we’re blessed with a goddess.”

Y/N preens at the praise, Bucky allows the beast to take over, the spot under her left collarbone calls out to him. His thigh grinds against her core.

He raises his head looking at Loki who watches them with a lust filled gaze, “Claim our mate, James. You can have her this once alone, because after that she isn’t leaving from between us for a long time.” he smirks.

Bucky returns the gesture, “Hear that Poetess? You’re going to be worshipped. You’re going to feed our hunger the way no other could ever.” He kisses the spot of their bond. Y/N hums, the pheromones clouding every sense their needs brimming across the bonds.

Bucky’s fangs break through the skin, tears brim over as the bond forges between the two. Golden, gleaming, bright. Strong. Bucky feels whole, his bonds complete. The magick thrums through him as well. As before, stronger now.

Y/N breaks out of the haze of the bond, her chest feeling full, the love prominent and everything she needed it to be from both of them. Her hand moves to Bucky’s new markings, thumb brushing over the crescent on his wrist. Both vampires watch the outline of the same crescent form in her eyes then fade away.

Clothes are scattered over the floor, their mate worshipped between them. Bonds thrumming happily, sighs and moans fill the room. Y/N falls apart between them and is put back together by her mates.

The tangled mess of limbs, she lays between the two. Bucky’s chest against her back and Loki’s chest pressed to hers, she’s on the precipice of sleep with a smile on her face.

“I love you both.”

A.N: finally combated the block on this fic and the epilogue will be uploaded next week! thank you for waiting and supporting this fic, i'm so happy i was able to finish it and give it the ending that i feel is deserved by our witchling/poetess, warlock and vampire

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Soft Target: Ch. 5

18+ content, minors DNI

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

This is short, but I wanted to get something up before diving into edits for my other fic (so I can send them off to my lovely new beta reader).

In hobbit birthday tradition, I will give the first ten folks to comment and/or reblog with a comment a drabble/mini fic (in the coming months). Happy to write for Zemo, Safin (Bond villain), or Bucky/Winter Soldier. Other characters possible upon request, but may take more time.

Chapter 4: Link

Chapter warnings; smut, Zemo manipulation at its finest, thigh riding, German and Slavic pet names in place of Sokovian.

Enjoy!

Oops, all smut.

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“Then I must work to make my intentions clearer,” he said, stepping closer.

“Do you even know what they are?” she challenged.

She was asking about blood and death. An inkling of something very different stirred in a place he wasn’t prepared to search.

“Maybe not,” he confessed. A soft smile rose to banish the stiff horror in her eyes. “But it isn’t to murder my host while she makes a cup of tea.”

Maybe it would be better if he did. Then, at least she’d know. She didn’t believe he really had no idea what he intended to do with her. Baron Helmut Zemo was a man with a plan, and even if she’d been a surprise addition to the equation, he’d had enough hours to recalculate.

Balancing on the cusp of threat and flirtation was exhausting, and if he wanted to kill her, the kitchen wouldn’t be a bad place.

“What are you thinking?”

In the still room, his voice felt louder than it should. It felt physical, a touch without consequence, and she bit her cheek hard against the pleasant shivers rolling down her spine. Why did such a bad man have such a lovely voice? And how was she supposed to answer his question?

“I’m thinking it would be easy to clean up the blood in here,” she said.

His head tilted to the opposite side in time with a step forward. Standing by the counter, she didn’t have room to retreat, but she turned to face him, ready for a fight. If she had a moment, she could grab the kettle and swing for his face. He’d have to at least block, and that may provide a window to escape.

But he stopped just within reach, hands empty at his sides, all thoughtful expression and bobbing head, like a snake studying a mouse in the corner of its cage. Wander eyes dipped from eyes to lips, rolling down her body and back up again, lingering on places of interest with no strategic value in a fight.

Her battle plans crumbled, and she stared back, thrown entirely off her rhythm.

“Would it put you at ease,” he murmured, “to know you interest me far more than your family?”

“I don’t doubt it.” Her mouth had gone dry, and when her teeth instinctively pinched her lip, she tasted pennies again. It would never heal at this rate. Further proof the man was bad for her health. “They’re only in danger because of me.”

Zemo hummed, shifting so another precious inch between them disappeared as he made a show of considering her point. For a moment, she felt like a fish on the end of his line, watching as he reeled himself closer and closer to his catch.

It was cruel of him, and she clung to the splinter of rage as he dipped into her personal space. He’d run out of room soon, and they both knew he wouldn’t touch her, so this farcical seduction would only leave her aching and lonely in her room. By herself. While he smugly filed this little encounter away in his book of petty victories.

“Would you believe me if I said they were in no danger because you are in no danger? At least not from me?”

Laughing a strained little bark, fit to burst with nervous energy doing its best to turn erotic, she pushed back into the sharp edge of the counter. “I think we already covered that.”

His head dropped, like he’d been bested, but when his eyes flicked back up to meet hers through his lashes, the impish light in them promised anything but peace.

“Actions speak so much louder than words.”

She scoffed as her heart kicked into overdrive. Deadly or not, his gaze burned with intent, and she felt too warm, too exposed, too close to doing something dangerous and stupid that no one had ever invited her to try before. She flailed for a defense. For room to breathe.

“Right. Because you’re so easy to read, you enigmatic fuck.”

“You’re trying much too hard, draga.”

The endearment, pet name, whatever it was, caught her attention. She didn’t know the word, but her body translated the velvet purr into a sizzling heat, like an electrical fire, burning low and hot. She gulped, and her hands flexed on the countertop behind her.

Every twitch betrayed her, and if he couldn’t see the signs of her growing arousal by now, she’d seriously misjudged him.

Humiliated, she turned to the floor, only to see his foot slip between hers. When she snapped to attention, he had her caged between his arms and counter.

“I don’t need to kill you.” He smiled, not a trace of his pensive frown to be seen, so near she imagined she could taste the expression. It bared something sweetly malicious in his manners, and his dark eyes twinkled with fiendish delight at her stuttering breath. “I want to like you.”

Her own words, wrapped in his sinful voice, sounded so much more suggestive than she’d meant them to be.

No space remained. When she breathed, her chest bumped his, and his rich cologne filled her senses. His voice. His smell. They made him and his actions too real, and she struggled to interpret them as anything but what they appeared to be.

It wasn’t possible. Even if she might want it to be.

“I find the softest things wear the prickliest armor.”

His voice reverberated in her bones so she breathed in time with him, so she fell quietly under his spell. He had her where he wanted. Now if only she knew what he wanted.

She could see the end of this, even if she couldn’t understand how they’d arrive. Though she ached to continue – with what? – she made one last attempt to save herself.

“This isn’t kind, Baron,” she whispered, feeling that prickly armor peeling away. Admitting he could hurt her. Admitting vulnerability.

Nearly kissing her ear, he whispered, “I am not a kind man. But there’s something you need, draga. I’ll help you, if you let me.”

She closed her eyes, afraid to shake her head lest she brush against his face.

“You won’t even shake my hand. Don’t tease me. Please.”

“Oh, I have every intention of teasing you,” he said, “and delivering on everything I promise. In the end. There are many ways to pleasure a woman without ever touching each other’s skin.”

Her eyes flew open, and she met the wickedest grin she’d ever beheld. He delighted in his games, and he’d maneuvered her effortlessly to the brink of the cliff, all the while whispering encouragement to jump. If she accepted, gave him that kind of power, she may never get it back.

“May I help?”

A soft target indeed.

She’d never had any power to begin with.

Swallowing, she decided she might as well jump since he’d already wrecked her.

“Yes.”

The foot between her legs slipped forward, and his chest pushed flush against hers, forcing her off balance as his knee pressed into the gap. His thigh moved between hers, pressing against everything that demanded friction all at once.

She gasped, and he bent his knee, forcing his thigh higher, lifting her onto her toes. Half-bent back over the counter, she couldn’t be any more at his mercy if she tried. Her hands scrabbled for a sturdier grip.

“Hold onto me,” he purred, rolling his leg to send fluttering waves through her core.

Helpless to do anything else, she grabbed fistfuls of his sweater. It was as soft as his thigh was hard.

“Very good.”

He crooned over her as he continued his ministrations, stoking the fire he’d set. He experimented with different rhythms, different angles, forcing her to whimper and adapt as he ground up against her.

The jeans she’d chosen were close to jeggings, thin enough for her to feel the pressure and drag of each roll of his thigh, every bounce of his knee. She suspected the fabric gave her tormentor an advantage, too. Thicker denim would leave him to guess where her sweet spots hid. If he was guessing now, he had the devil’s luck. Every slide stole her breath, and the mounting pressure left her feeling like she might explode.

Her hips jerked erratically as she tried to keep still, tried to save face as she let a man she’d known for two days work to – as he so elegantly put it – pleasure her.

He caught onto to her reticence quickly and moved to correct it. Warm hands wrapped around her hips, guiding down harder on his knee as he tsked.

“Don’t be shy, liebling.”

His voice was really doing it for her, and she followed his instructions, carefully rolling her hips to chase the beginning of her end. Her face flamed, and she couldn’t meet his eye, but it felt too good to stop. With his hands on her and his chest pinning her, she could image she was being held.

The long, winding cord grew tighter and tighter in her belly, like a rope going taut before it snapped. She’d really fall this time, too. No one could save her from the fallout of her own choices, and she knew, even as she ground down against his knee, that her prickly armor would never quite keep him out again.

As her orgasm approached, her thighs began to shake, and her pace faltered as they threatened to give out after balancing for so long on her toes. But the baron didn’t let up. His hands grasped tighter driving her against every glide and bounce of his knee, giving her everything she could feel through the layers of clothing between them.

“You’re doing so well,” he purred. “Nearly there.”

His warm murmurs sent cold shocks all the way out to her fingertips, and she clung to him, biting her ragged lip to stop from making too much noise. Aware of the fear tangled too tightly around her arousal, he shushed her, comforting her as he drove her relentlessly towards the brink.

“Don’t worry. It is only a little death.”

The rope snapped, and she fell.

As she slumped, twitching and exhausted, Zemo tucked an arm behind her back, keeping his leg between her knees as he withdrew just enough for her feet to fall flat on the floor. He pet small strokes down the middle of her back, watching her recover with naked pride.

“You did beautifully, draga.”

“No one’s ever – I mean – that was – ”

Blushing, she stammered herself silent, suddenly and wildly aware of her own inexperience. And position.

The baron grinned, all teeth. “It was. Thank you.”

Why thank her? She’d barely done anything, certainly nothing to help get him off.

“Would you like me to… help?... you?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, no. I am well enough for now. Perhaps another night, liebling.”

She wasn’t sure what to say to that, how to approach the idea of other nights, or more illicit tumbles into the chasm of the baron’s schemes.

Finally pulling away, he made the slightest adjustments to right his sweater where she’d tugged it askew. “I should return before Sam comes looking. I will see you in the morning.” Another smile, softer, without teeth. “Rest well.”

She kept her place against the counter as he left and listened to him climb the steps. Even after he’d closed the door, and she knew she was entirely alone in the kitchen, she lingered. Breathing. Coming to grips with her after glow and the shadow of the baron’s smirk.

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The Red Widow- A Marvel AU

Part 1

Part 4- The Princess Lounge

It takes a little while for Zemo to calm himself, eventually he collects himself and slowly stands back up as he walks to where you were in the bathroom. He hesitates for a moment before knocking on the door.

He knocks softly waiting for you to open it and talk to him. He understands this time he can't just force you to talk to him.

I manage to collect myself long enough to open the door. "Yeah?"

Zemo is a bit surprised that I even opened the door but he's glad I haven't completely shut him out. "Can I come in?"

"I'll come out there." I still can't look at him as I walk past him. I sit on the couch, still a bit emotional but controlling it for now. "So now that we had our breakdowns, anything you want to say?"

Zemo speaks and his words sound sincere, "Just that I'm sorry, for everything I've put you through and for not listening. I'm just...I know I'm a lost cause."

I look at him in surprise, was he actually apologizing. "How do I know you're not lying. Trying to manipulate me again?" I was still cautious, because I knew it would be too easy to forgive him. Yes Bucky was my strength, but Zemo was my weakness.

Zemo looked down then, as he stood there. "I may have broken you in the past...that doesn't mean I intend to do it again. I've never realized how terrible I was. I don't expect you to forgive or trust me again. But I would like another chance. I know that I lost you before, but if you will just let me I want to try to rebuild what we had. Will you let me try?"

"I...don't know." I look up trying not to cry, "I want to still hate you, I should...but I can't." I hated admitting that to him but it was the truth.

Zemo seems surprised with how open and vulnerable I was being, it wasn't like me to be this open,especially with him. But he likes it. He looks at me now and I see a glimmer of hope in them.

"Like I said before actions speak louder than words." I reply, If you really have changed. Prove it."

"How do I do that?"

I look him straight in the eyes then, "Help us fight against the flag smashers. For all of us not just your means. And don't try and control me or Bucky again."

Zemo sighs, seeming a bit relieved. "That shouldn't be a problem, I do want to try and make amends especially with you and Bucky."

"Another thing..." An idea sprang to mind but it was a big ask and a big risk both for him and me to trust him.

Zemo looks at me curious.

"Help me take down Hydra. I know Bucky just wants to be done with it but I want to end them. I want to save The Widows as well." I look at him judging his reaction.

Zemo seems shocked by this but he nods with a smile. This is basically all he ever wanted. I'm offering him a chance to right all his wrongs that he's committed under them and to do it with me.

"If we do this, can I trust you? To not just brainwash me back into Hydra again?" I ask serious.

"You can. I promise." Zemo doesn't hesitate as he looks back with that same serious expression.

"Ok then. Well I guess now we just wait to tell Sam and Bucky." I appear far more calm then I am. How the hell was I going to make Bucky understand?

I get up then, going into the kitchen to pour a drink as Zemo sits thinking about everything. I walk over to Zemo handing him a glass. "Here. You'll need it."

Zemo nods in thanks and takes the glass, drinking from it, this would definitely come in handy after I tell Bucky.

I can't help but smirk, sitting back down. I was nervous about talking to Bucky but I felt calmer than I had been.

Zemo feels a bit nervous as well but is trying to control himself, although he worried that Bucky's going to turn out to be upset and that maybe he'll leave. If he does Zemo thinks, he'll lose me for sure and that's not something Zemo wants to happen. Not again.

While we wait for Sam and Bucky, I look at Zemo then not sure what compelled me to ask but I do, looking over at him. "Zemo...How did you feel when I left the first time?" Honestly I wasn't sure I would get a straight or truthful answer but I had to ask.

Zemo stares at me for abit before answering. He wasn't sure he should tell me but if he didn't it may happen again so he decides to be completely honest. "It was torture, it was like my heart had been ripped out. It took me a very long time to accept you were gone...I don't think I ever did, no matter how much I forced myself to, I always just...kept coming back to you."

I look away trying to process what he just told me, frowning. "Then why did you order The Winter Soldier to kill me if I didn't come back? I mean if you had told me how you really felt I might have come back easier than I did..."

Zemo looks away as well not wanting to face me but not wanting to lie about it either. "Because I wanted to punish you...I wanted you to feel the same pain I went through. I knew you wouldn't die and I wanted to hurt you but deep down I didn't have the guts to do it myself. So I ordered The Winter Soldier to it instead." Zemo looks down seemingly ashamed, he knows that he screwed up then and he didn't stop to think about how much you'd suffered. He doesn't say anything more, letting you vent.

"Like I didn't feel pain every single day after that happened and before, literally...jesus Zemo." I sigh, closing my eyes with a shake of my head. "I did love you," I admit, "But I thought it was just conditioning. I convinced myself it wasn't real. It was easier than thinking that you could actually love me after what you did."

Zemo stops then, feeling guilty and upset. "So it was easier for you to pretend it was all just brainwashing? That none of it was real?"

"Yeah. I mean I'd been with Hydra and you since I was a child. It's not that far fetched that it was just grooming."

"No it's not I suppose." Zemo agrees, his tone sympathetic. "I can't help but feel like I should have known you really did love me instead of it being something forced upon you. I know it's my fault that we're even having this conversation."

"I really did as sad as that is...It may have started out as a crush but it didn't stay that way. I wouldn't hate you specifically if I hadn't loved you before. I would just hate Hydra as a whole."

Zemo seems in disbelief about my response, could you really love him after all that? "Then again if you loved me, why didn't you come back and say something? I mean yes you were brainwashed but I could have tried to break you out of it sooner."

It was my turn to look at him in disbelief, "Zemo you were the one who allowed the brainwashing! What was I supposed to do? If I came back you would have manipulated me again like I thought you did after Hydra infiltrated Shield."

Zemo starts to say something then stops himself, he hadn't been as in control as you thought...but there was a high chance the brainwashing would have continued.

"I'm not sure I would have believed you had real feelings for me anyway. But honestly I might not have cared if it was or nod. If it weren't for Bucky..." I closed my eyes, letting out a breath as I drew a hand through my long brown hair with it's purple streaks. Not wanting to admit how impulsive I would have been, just from being in love with him. "Then you went to prison and I closed my heart off from you. Tried to anyway."

Zemo nods sadly, knowing he really screwed things up. Why would you give him another chance now? He didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve you.

"I always had a connection with Bucky so it was easier to move on with him. Not that easy after everything but hey trauma bond." I try and joke then realize that was probably just sad.

"Is he treating you well at least?" Zemo asks trying to ignore the pang of jealousy.

"Yeah he is." I nod, "It was touch and go for awhile but it's better now."

Zemo nods not sure if he should ask about the trauma bond, it probably wasn't his place to ask anyway.

I notice his hesitation, "You can ask. I mean he and I went through similar things in Hydra, we bonded while we were there too, we saw each other in secret..." I trail off now sure if I should have revealed that, not sure how Zemo would take it, unless he already knew.

Zemo seems surprised at the reveal, questions swirling in his head. How often did you and Bucky see each other in secret? What did you do? Why hadn't he known?

I can practically see him wanting him to ask the questions so I answer, "It wasn't intimate if that's what you're thinking. We kissed once but other than that we just talked, tried to comfort each other best we could, if it had been different circumstances maybe we would have been together."

Zemo can't help smile as you explain, the way you describe it seemed cute in a way, bittersweet.

I look at Zemo, relieved to see him smile. Not sure why I cared or why waiting for his response made me anxious, it was probably a trauma response from the past.

Zemo notices the relief on my face. The fact that I was willing to open up like this and tell him these things, makes Zemo feel better as well. Maybe I could forgive him and give him another chance. Or maybe we were both fooling ourselves? Then Zemo decides to ask me one final question as he looks at me in earnest. "Lilianne can you give me a chance to make it up to you? To prove that this real?"

"Like I said actions speak louder than words. Prove to me that you've changed and then we can talk." After her feelings when she had waited for his response was very anxious I knew I wasn't over the past as much as I tried to repress it.

"I understand, I think it's time we had a serious after all, we're going to need to break Bucky out of his "just forget everything" mentality and soon. Plus I think we should really think through how we're going to do this whole taking down Hyd-wait is that a yes to the offer?" Zemo asks after the ramble, realizing what I'd said, his tone more playful.

"It's a maybe." I can't help but laugh lightly at his reaction.

Zemo has to admit you're getting the better of him now but he likes that you're not just going with what he wants and is giving him an equal bit of push back.

"Oh by the way, you mentioned needing a team against Hydra, not just you, Bucky and I, have one in mind?" I give him a knowing look, hoping we were on the same page.

Zemo raises an eyebrow with a smile. They most definitely were on the same page. "Yeah I think I have a pretty good idea who we could get to join our little squad. Maybe some former Hydra agents."

"Really? I was thinking along the lines of two Widows I know, start a new version of The Thunderbolts if you will." I smirk, knowing he was the leader of the old one. At his surprised look I responded with, "I think despite their own history with you that they would jump at the chance to take down Hydra and save their sisters."

"You really think Natasha and Yelena would be willing to join us?" Zemo asks, smiling. This would make it even easier to take down Hydra and he loves the idea of The Thunderbolts being revived.

"Perhaps, it's been awhile but I did lead The Widows before, maybe they'd help for old times sake." I grin at one of the few good memories us three had been very close back then. We even had our colors inspired by the Queens of Wonderland. Black Widow, White Widow and Red Widow. I give a sad smile. Despite everything, I missed working with my sisters. "We were close as kids but then we got seperated, they took Nat and Lena and you took me..."

Zemo notices and he feels a bit upset himself at that situation. He also feels a bit guilty for pulling you away from them.

"But I was grateful you made me leader of The Widows when I was a teen. It reunited me with them again. Though some of The Widows were jealous, I guess you did play favorites."

"I suppose I did. But to be fair, your skills were better than most so that may have played a part but maybe I was favoring you a bit too much." Zemo admits, as well as being a bit overprotective, but with good reason....

"I guess I should have realized you had a soft spot for me even then. I just thought it was because of my abilities."

"Well yes I did sort of favor you because of your gifts but I liked your personality too." Zemo admits with a grin.

I tried not to blush, remembering how bad my crush on him back then was.

Zemo looks over at me with smirk, "So it's true you did have a crush on me back then? I have to admit, that's pretty cute." He teases.

"Tell no one." I give him a look, only partially serious.

Zemo shrugged, clearly not fazed. "Hey your secret is safe with me. I wouldn't dare spread that around. What about Yelena and Natasha did they know?"

"Oh they knew...trust me."

Zemo's smile grows even wider at that, "So what did they say? Did they tease you for having a crush on your adult superior?"

"They tried to convince me you did too...it was embarrassing, I mean cmon I was 15, there's no way...regardless I'm glad you waited 'till I was 18 at least."

Zemo chuckles then, genuinely curious, "Wait wait wait, you thought I had a thing for you too then?"

"I was young ok...and you did spend a lot of time with me." I look away embarrassed. True that time was spent training me and probably to get in my head at the time but still...

Zemo nods in agreement, leaning back in the chair, "True I did spend a lot of time with you. But you were my best girl so it makes sense for me to spend time with you. And you being younger I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you thought that. Were they teasing you alot after you started to think I might have a crush on you?"

"No I didn't admit that to them." I confessed.

"Really? Well I'm glad you were able to stand up for yourself. You've always been strong. " Zemo chuckles a bit, taking a sip from his glass, "I bet Natasha and Yelena wouldn't like us talking again would they?"

I shook my head, no they wouldn't. "When you manipulated us, especially me since childhood. No they wouldn't, especially Nat would be upset. Probably say something along the lines of how I can't trust you and I have poor judgement."

"Yeah I suppose you're right. Well lets hope despite that your sisters will still join us against Hydra. I would like us all to be friends again. I would especially like us to be friends again" Zemo says smiling at you.

I gave a small smile back. Trying not to appear too disappointed at the only friends part. "You can't have both." I heard Lilith in my head. I nodded, I knew that.

Zemo can tell you're disappointed. He can't help but think you still have feelings for him but he tries his best to bury that thought and focus on the topic at hand. Which was taking down Hydra.

A few minuetes later...

Sam and Bucky walk into Zemo's place, looking worse for wear, when they see Lili and Zemo sitting together actually talking. Where they laughing? Wait was Lili blushing? Bucky noticed with a frown. Sam was the first to speak up, "Hey guys wow I was expecting way more bloodshed in here."

Bucky just stares at them, eyeing them closely his eyes narrowing on Zemo. Suddenly Bucky grabs Zemo by the collar and takes the vodka glass at the same time. "What's going on? You better not have brainwashed her again." Bucky growls, sniffing the drink. Then throwing it against the wall behind Zemo.

Zemo just looks at him taken aback and a bit offended to be honest. Must they always jump to that conclusion. Okay so he hadn't given them reason to think differently but still...

"Bucky it's fine, we just talked is all really." I stood in between the two, trying to calm him down.

Bucky finally relents and backs off, still glaring at Zemo.

Attempting to defuse the atomic bomb that was Bucky Barnes, I try and change the subject asking Sam, "So how was the lead, did you find any of them?"

Sam nodded with a short laugh, "Yeah and managed to get into a hell of a fight too."

"looks like." I say, taking in their appearance which did look worse then when they'd left.

"We lost them." Bucky grumbled as he sat on the couch, scowling.

"Well I think I can help with finding them and the serum." Zemo piped in then, ignoring Bucky's look. "I have a contact who runs a club in Madripoor. She could provide us useful information. But..." He pauses looking at both Bucky and I. "We will need to keep up appearances and you two will have to resurrect selves you thought were gone."

Bucky nods, his usual unreadable expression present. "Fine. I will but she shouldn't have to." He says eyeing me.

I look over at him, "I'll need to Bucky. I'm going with you."

"She's right." Zemo adds, "Lili will need to become Red Widow again, I cannot go in there without her, she's too well known there as My perfect assassin." He smirks. His girl he meant.

I look up at Zemo then curious, "What's the clubs name?" I ask even though I had a feeling I already knew.

Zemo looks me straight in the eyes and grins knowingly, "The Princess Lounge."

A little while later it's agreed that I would go. We all would, but first I needed to dress the part. My hair was longer now but there was nothing I could do about that, though I do replace the purple streaks with green ones.

I return dressed in a dark green knitted club dress with elbow length gloves and knee high kitten heels. Along with my usual vampy makeup.

I notice Zemo's eyes light up with a wicked smile as he takes me in, Instantly stunned by my appearance. I also notice that Zemo is dressed in a black suit with a dark purple dress shirt, but I try not to stare.

Zemo notices me staring and his demeanor becomes even more smug and cocky as he raises himself up more. I roll my eyes at the display. "Okay Don Juan let's go." But I can't help but saunter a bit more as I put my black club jacket on.

Zemo tries to put an arm around her waist then but she swats his hand away, "Not until we get to the club." Then I take Bucky's hand. "Cmon babe." Noticing he was in his Winter Soldier gear sans mask.

Zemo gives her a playful look, tilting his head, "Oh you just love the attention I'm giving you. That was just proof..." To Bucky he murmured, "I get why you're so territorial of her now, I can see why she likes you."

Bucky looks at him, frowning even more, "What's that supposed to mean?" He snaps.

I look between the two, at Zemo's smirk and Bucky's glare, "Ignore him Bucky, Zemo's just trying to get you riled up." We reach Zemo's car which Zemo insists I ride up front.

Our car ride isn't helped by the fact that Zemo is trying to flirt with me, I try to ignore him but I can't help but like the attention. Once we get to the club, Bucky gets out walking ahead of us practically storming into the club. Sam was there but he had showed up separately.

I notice how angry Bucky is but there's not much I can do at the moment, so I put an arm through Zemo's as we walk into the club. Zemo notices and pulls me closer to him.

He puts his face close to mine then as if he's going to kiss me, I shrink back a bit, "Zemo what..."

"Shh just go with it, don't drop character." He whispers in my ear. Ah right I was supposed to be madly in love with him still...I turn my head so he can kiss my cheek.

I look up at him. "Aren't we going to meet that informant of yours...sir?" I add his former pet name on for emphasis.

Zemo can feel that sass in that one and he grins at the pet name. How he'd missed this. "Yes we are but...we still have a bit of time before then."

We walk up to the bar then as I notice Bucky still in character but I can tell he's stewing. Then some guys come up telling Zemo he's not welcome here, they go to grab his shoulder but Bucky stops them.

Zemo looks at me then with a dark grin, "Care to lend a hand Red Widow?"

I look over at him, in this dress? But I simply nod, readying myself for an attack. The thugs rush me but I manage to flip them over as Zemo watches impressed, ah the good old days.

Zemo takes a shot, watching Bucky and I fight as he remarks to Sam, "They haven't lost a beat. Almost like they're enjoying this..."

I will admit, I'd missed a fight that wasn't organized. The adrenaline and danger of it. Once they'd had enough, Zemo grabs Bucky's hand and mine. "That's enough Winter Soldier, Red Widow. You did well."

As Selby's informant says that she'll see us now. We walk up the stairs and into a private room, Zemo leads me by the hand, making me sit on his lap, as Bucky stands off to the side, seeming emotionless but I can see his jaw clench in irritation as he watches us.

They try and make a deal, Zemo saying he will give Selby The Winter Soldier in exchange for intel. Selby looks me over then, "What about her. She's got fire."

I look her straight in the eye, not intimidated. Zemo sits back down then putting a possessive hand around my waist. "Oh no this one's mine. She's off limits." I try not to tense as his hand grips my side.

"Fair enough. I can see how special she is to you...shame." Selby shrugs then with a smirk.

Then Sam ruins it by taking a call...and our cover is blown. We high tail it out of the club after someone shoots Selby.

Then we run into Sharon Carter, who had been in hiding. She offers us a place to stay, begrudgingly when she notices Zemo. Her house is expensive looking with real artwork and sculptures everywhere.

Sharon makes Sam and Bucky change into more appropriate party outfits, I do admit my man looks good in an all black tux. She says she'll help us get intel but in the meantime, we should enjoy the party.

The party she's throwing is huge, neon and black lights everywhere as house music fills the air. Bucky and Sam go off to admire the artwork.

I start heading to the bar, when I feel a hand take mine. "Dance with me...Princess." Zemo's german accent fills my ears as he adds my own pet name of his with a grin.

I accept, I do like dancing after all and after that club I could burn off energy in another way. Zemo holds me close as we dance.

Then spins me away from him, I pull out my ballet moves from my Widow training as Zemo twirls me around. I'm reminded of the undercover missions we go on to fancy parties like this and balls. I can't help but give a small smile.

Zemo spins me back towards him again as he says low in my ear, "Remind you of anything? Everyone's looking My Widow, I bet they wish they were us right now." Zemo moves with me now, "You know Princess you seem to be enjoying yourself, I do believe you've missed this."

"Don't let it get to your head." Trying to sound more unbothered then I am.

Zemo only smirks even more smug. "Oh it's already gone to my head. Among other things..." He murmurs in her ear, spinning her faster. "And I bet I could make your body move in other ways..."

My eyes never leave his as Zemo guides my movements like he used to. As he spins me towards him again I lift one leg up as he grips my thigh and dips me. Our eyes still locked onto one another.

The move grabs both our attention but especially Zemo's as he starts to get more assertive and pulls me close again. "Mmm oh I bet you want this whole thing to be more than just a dance...Admit it, you want me to take full control again, don't you? Well Don't worry Princess this whole flirtation back and forth is giving me plenty of opportunity to have full control again if you want to go somewhere else more private."

I stare at him, wondering if he was serious or this was part of the act. If he was serious...Bucky would kill him.

Zemo grins at me, "You know if we do go have fun, I'll make sure Bucky isn't around or else he might bust in and ruin the night for us. That's why I'll make sure to get rid of him for tonight."

"Zemo don't start anything."

Zemo drags his hands up me lightly, "Okay I won't start anything. But hey it's really up to you. Give me one flirty smile, just one and then I'll do the rest of the work."

I continue to dance, involuntarily grabbing Zemo's hands to rest on my hips. Shit. My eyes were starting to glaze over, my heart beating fast as I slipped more into my Red Widow mode.

Zemo notices, of course he does, as he grips my hips and whispers in my ear, "Maybe I should take you to a hotel right now and we could have ourselves a bit of fun...or a lot."

"Zemo...the mission." I was having a hard time concentrating though. Shit who needed a serum, their connection was a drug enough.

Zemo whispers in my ear even more seductively than before, "Don't worry about the mission, it can wait. And since Red Widow is out anyway all the more reason to go...I know how much you want to, I can feel it." Then he whispers one more time, putting a finger under my chin to make me look at him. "I bet you want to know if I still know all those special places on your body. I bet you want to see if I can make you feel even better now, and I want that too, I missed my kitten." Zemo spins me around to face him then, our faces inches apart.

Zemo looks into my eyes, breathing heavy as he tries to contain himself but he really can't fight this connection much longer.

Neither can I. My breathing getting heavier, this may be a bad idea. But my mind was getting hazier, I couldn't think when he was this close.

"You know if you want to keep going just give me that smile..." Zemo coaxes me his voice even lower now, "Well?" As if on it's own accord, my lips curve up into a flirty smile.

Zemo grips me tighter to him then, his eyes wide as he whispers as if desperate, "Please don't play hard to get, not now. Kiss me."

Zemo leans forward his lips mere inches from mine as he continues, "Please Princess. I need this. You need this. It's only fair that we go back to our old ways again, just for tonight."

"Zemo..." My breath catches in my chest. My heart beating so fast I thought I might pass out. I may regret this but right now I didn't care I just needed my sir right now.

Zemo can feel her energy pulsating from her body. And all he wants is her right now. He doesn't care about the mission or Bucky. It's only her and him. So Zemo closes his eyes and goes for it. He finally wraps his arms around her and kisses her passionately, even biting her lip a little. Once they part, Zemo whispers, "I bet you missed that, am I right Princess?"

"Yes..." I admitted, my voice coming out breathy. I wasn't acting now, if I ever had been.

Zemo goes back to kissing me passionately and when the kiss is broken he says low, "I missed this so much. I missed having your hands on me, feeling you against me. And I hope we can look forward to having more fun tonight."

I close my eyes with a shiver. Not sure I could wait until tonight.

Zemo senses this and whispers, "You know maybe we don't have to wait until tonight. I'm sure there's a fancy hotel waiting for us. The party is about to wrap up anyway, and I really don't want to wait. I want to have my time with you right now."

"How? What about Bucky?" I still had some semblance of myself to be concerned about him.

Zemo looks at me and winks, "You know...Bucky might just be okay with it, he knows how you get around me, like he wasn't expecting this? So what do you say? want to go someplace private?"

I finally give in, biting my lip with a nod. With that Zemo leads me to a private room in the back, closing the door so no one could walk in. As he pulls me to him again, kissing me. "You like it when it's just me and you, don't you?"

"Yes sir." My eyes flutter closed at Zemo's touch. Finally able to relax now that it was just him and I.

Zemo whispers into my ear, "Then get ready for a long night. I have alot of making up to do when it comes to us, and this...I want to make you feel good Princess. Just like I used to. Give into me Princess, let your Sir and Master please you."

I can't help but give a smile at that, my eyes blown with lust as I look at him as if in a daze. Reminding me of our first time together, my first time...

Zemo starts planting kisses along my neck as he whispers, "I've waited so long for this moment. Your submissive side back in my arms once more...I've missed this...Do you want me to bring back those private memories, make you feel as good as I did then?"

I don't trust myself to answer, so I nod instead. That's all Zemo needs to hear. "Want to go back to the hotel and make up for lost time? Then let me take you there and while we're at it, you're under my control until morning understand?" Zemo grins.

At this point I couldn't say no, not now as I take Zemo's hand and follow him...

To be continued...

Next part will be a bit more nsfw!

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I've been wanting to introduce Aisha here for a while but considering that my OC introductions never really go well I kept procrastinating...well, I decided that I have all the right to talk about my babies here and my mental health and enjoyment should always be more important than notes, so I am gonna be who I am today and do what I like even if no one is there to read it, so here is Aisha's introduction, along with some backstory that I already wrote for her profile on TH.

Introduction

“Whenever a scientist finds a cure to something, companies will take advantage of them and sell it to you for the price of your soul, lives weren’t meant to have a price tag, you can’t play God and decide who is gonna live based on who is wearing Prada and that’s what motivates me to keep fighting for a world where science and technology will become a right instead of a luxury” Name: Aisha Fraser (Aisha Fraser Stark after marriage) Meaning: Alive, Well Alias: Hell's Bane or 69676 Date of Birth: 9, May, 2009 Age: 21+ Zodiac: Taurus Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Pansexual Species: Human (Modified) MBTI: ENFJ Status: Alive More posts about her: Aishamcuoc

Appearance

Height: 5'7" (170cm) Weight: 161lbs (73kg) Skin: White Eyes: Blue Hair: Ginger (Natural); Fiery red (After modifications) Scars/Birth marks/Tattoos: Freckles, a beauty spot on the side of her mouth and a tattoo with her lab name "69676" on the back of her neck, a few non important small scars from the experiments Special features: She has built-in real black wings that come out of a cavity on her back

Relationships

Biological Family

Mother: Unknown scottish woman Father: Unknown scottish man Siblings: None Partner: Tony Stark (Married) Children: Ryan, David, Nelson, Mathew ♰, Lennon ♰, Aron ♰, Henry ♰ and Morgan Other family: None

Other relationships:

Wonderland Circus family (Found Family, they are background OCs) Natasha Romanoff (Best Friend) Wade Wilson (Close Friend, they have some tea like two old ladies while being the most sassy bitches together everytime they meet 8) ) Sam Wilson (Annoying friend that she wants to kick) Bucky Barnes (Friend) Happy Hogan (Good friends, they eat hamburgers together while Tony is not watching, shhh) T'Challa (Good friend, mutual respect) Thor (Friends, he had a small crush on her when they met) Baron Zemo (One night stand lover) Peter Parker (Sees him as a son even thought she wishs she could kick his ass sometimes too) Nick Fury (Confidant)

Occupation & Abilities

Powers/Skills: Fire creation and manipulation, slightly physically stronger than an average human and has wings that allow her to fly, they are real wings and she avoids using them because they are a weakness to her Weaknesses: Her wings, her hair (it let's her enemies know when s he is hurt, her hair changes color according to her status, if she is hurt her red hair will turn into a greyish white, the amount of white hair tells you how badly hurt she is, for example, if she is dying, her hair will be fully white), close combat Equipment: She usually doesn't use anything other than technology, such as suits or technological tools that enhance her powers and skills Job: Science and engineering Affiliation: Avengers Former affiliation: Hydra (As an infiltrator)

Personality

Positive Traits

✔ Extremely intelligent ✔ Independent ✔ Social ✔ Wise ✔ Empathetic ✔ Hardworking

Negative Traits

X Insecure X Sassy X Clumsy X Perfectionist X Forgetful X Disobedient

Likes: Her family and friends, technology, science, politics, mutants, helping people Dislikes: Cheaters, injustice, hate crimes, mainly towards minorities, shallow and closed-minded people

Backstory

Aisha (Aka Hell’s Bane or 69676) is a very intelligent genetically modified human, she was sold to the organization Leviathan by her own parents, who had close ties to them, when she was only a few months old.

Leviathan is a secret european organization based in Scotland, they have an illegal and hidden laboratory in Portland, Oregon, USA, to where Aisha was sent.

Since then she has been used and modified by the organization, she was nothing more than a weapon in progress and her life was resumed to that for the first 20 years of her life, until the day she was able to escape, burning the laboratory down along with everyone in it, even the innocent ones.

Their project wasn’t completed yet, which means she is considered as an incomplete experiment. With the death of their leader and most important members, who were there when everything happened, the organization collapsed, only a few workers were left and most of them only wanted to go home as they were also victims.

Aisha went through a really hard time after that event, she felt lost and could barely communicate with people due to her lack of social skills, as a fast learner she was able to hunt for food and fend for herself, staying hidden at the Willamette national forest. Sometimes she would adventure into the city of Portland and try to interact, as time passed by Aisha finally learned some social skills.

It wouldn’t take long before she met her future first friends, they belonged to a travelling circus who was currently staying at the city, they were all extremely nice to her and made her feel welcome, some time later she had an idea that would change her life once again, she could use and control fire and a circus would be the perfect place for her to hide and go unnoticed, after all who would suspect she was actually creating and controlling the fire? She could always use a mask as well, no one would ever know who she was during her exhibitions. Maybe they would take her in and let her travel around with them?

Aisha started practicing a few tricks daily and once she finally felt ready, decided to show them what she was able to do and was successful in impressing them with her supposed talent, she got what she wanted, an invitation to join their circus and Aisha was totally ready for that wild trip!

Some months passed and she had learned so much about the world, finally feeling free and like herself for the first time, social skills weren’t a problem for her anymore, in fact, she found out she was quite the communicative type.

They had just arrived in New York, well, most precisely the suburbs, when Aisha found out about the Avengers, she was quite curious about them, mainly about the one named Tony Stark, she had this weird attraction to technology and couldn’t avoid her curiosity. Aisha got inspired and started to create her own cape and mask so she could hide her identity, tracking their activity the best way she could at the moment, she was able to help them whenever she saw they needed it really bad, Aisha had no fight skills but she surely could impress with her fire and wings, so she was quite useful to distract their opponents when everything seemed to be lost for the Avengers.

Eventually she never showed her face, but they could see her blue eyes through the mask, she became a mystery to them and she would always get away before they could even talk to her, until the day things were way more serious than she could’ve imagined and Aisha was knocked out while trying to helplessly help Sam and Natasha who were currently fighting alone, some minutes later Tony Stark showed up and they were able to overcome the situation, but Aisha was still out, they captured her and took her to the tower where she eventually woke up some time later, she had no idea where she was and started to freak out when she noticed she was literally locked inside that room, the Avengers couldn’t risk any danger.

Tony Stark couldn’t help himself, his curiosity was screaming, he needed to know more about what she was and why she helped them several times, Stark studied her for a few days, Aisha wasn’t happy, she didn’t fight for her freedom only to see it being taken away from her again, but she wasn’t dumb, she knew she couldn’t get away the way she did at the laboratory, the room was fireproof and she didn’t really want to hurt any of them either, so she allowed Tony to keep going with his studies and meanwhile they got to know each other a bit better, but what really caught his attention was her intelligence and apparent interest, maybe even passion, for technology and eventually they realized that keeping her locked in a room wasn’t necessary and was making her miserable, she wasn’t a threat at all and not having any stimulation was driving her intelligent mind crazy.

Aisha didn’t think twice before running away, her friends were probably very worried and looking for her and she needed to let them know what has happened and where she had been and so she spent some more time with them while they stayed at New York, however, on the last day at the city, Aisha started to feel very unsure if she really belonged there, she couldn’t even tell them who she really was, how would they understand? How would they take the news once they realize she has no talent and the fire was created by herself all this time? She loved them, they were her family, but did she really belong with them? She wanted to do great things, she wanted to learn a bit of everything and dedicate her life to what she truly loved: Technology.

She would never be able to do that with them, she would just perform fire tricks for the rest of her life, Aisha knew, deep down, that she didn’t belong and so, she decided to part with them and stay at the tower where she knew she was also welcome.

With all the technology on her side, Aisha decided to start her own research and projects, catching Tony’s attention once again who later offered her a place at his laboratory as his apprentice, she was happy to get such privilege and worked hard to impress him and he wasn’t disappointed and later she became an official S.H.I.E.L.D adviser.

Aisha started to be successful with her work and became really popular for her ideas and creations, getting the spotlight on several magazines and scientific journals, little did she know such popularity would turn into a big problem for her.

The spotlight made Hydra notice Aisha and lately find out about who and what she really was, targeting her, especially after Aisha was able to get into their database later on, they wanted her, she would be way more useful to them alive than dead and they knew exactly how to make her behave but they also knew it wouldn’t be easy to fool her, some force would certainly be needed, they also planned to finish what Leviathan had started.

Unfortunately for Hydra, Aisha was no idiot and after successfully escaping from their first try she had started to think of a plan just in case they’d be successful someday, she had read enough articles to know they weren’t gonna stop coming for her and by the time they were finally able to capture her she already had traced one, it wasn’t a easy one, Aisha knew she would need to sacrifice a lot for it and that they wouldn’t go easy on her, she had studied Hydra so well lately that she was pretty aware of how things would work there, she was terrified but she would not give up, she would fool and take advantage of them and they wouldn’t even realize that!

And Aisha did exactly that, she made them believe she was under their control while she gathered information and learned how to fight, they surely weren’t soft with her, but Aisha was used to the pain and she knew it was for a greater good, however, slowly she started to realize she would probably carry a few physical and psychological scars with her from her experience with Hydra.

Tony was the only one who she told about her plans and that also brought him some trouble with the Avengers, she had asked him to not look for her in case she was successfully but how would Tony make sure the rest of them wouldn’t try to rescue her? After all not rescuing her sounded extremely absurd to them.

Okay, this is enough spoiler for now, her story is REALLY long. :'D

Trivia

. Aisha has a very intelligent mind and is very prone to boredoom and frustration, as such, she is always in need of something to keep her stimulated. . Before running away from the Leviathan laboratory, she was learning a few useful languages so she could do her job properly, she learned german and russian with them. . Aisha has a very sassy and sarcastic nature and while some find it amusing, others may find it annoying, her nickname at the tower is actually "sassy pants" because of that. . She has black wings on her back, they come out through a big cavity that she has on her back, on both sides, that goes from the shoulder to her waist, her wings are extremely sensitive and she usually doesn't allow people to touch them. . Aisha is a feminist and when she finally gets famous and rich, she decides to build a safe place for women who are victims of domestic violence, she has helped many people to rebuild their lives, she loves people and wants them all to have the same chance she once had to rebuild hers.

Both artworks on here were made on Picrew. (1,2)

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