Wait do you ship winterbaron
Not really - at least not in the romantic sense of “I want them to have a relationship.” I just like the potential for a fucked up, complicated dynamic of them
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[ Slow dancing in the dark ]
Quick quick sketch of two babes dancing ft. Zemo's robe. Also open for better quality :)
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I want someone to look at me the way Daniel Brühl looks at his wife tbh
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It's Mother's Day today here, and I'm just thinking about Zemo making sure his wife has breakfast in bed and is so over the top every Mother's Day from the second he finds out she's pregnant and every year from then on. That's all.
First Mother’s Day (Zemo x Reader)
Summary: Now that your daughter is born, your husband, Zemo, is determined to make your first Mother’s Day perfect.
Word Count: 571
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there!! 💕
Your favorite song was playing softly throughout your shared home with Zemo. You were still in bed, sound asleep, which is exactly what Zemo wanted.
He was downstairs in the kitchen, cooking your favorite breakfast foods and plating them before neatly arranging them on a silver tray. Behind him, your daughter cooed.
Zemo turned and smiled at the sight before him. Your 5 month old daughter was sat in her high chair, a bowl of mashed bananas sat in front of her, and banana all over her little face.
Zemo grabbed a cloth and wet it, gently wiping the food from off her face, “You are quite the messy eater, schatzi- it reminds me of your mother.” She giggled as if she knew what he was saying and he chuckled. “Don’t tell her I said that though, your mother can be quite scary when angry.”
Turning back around, Zemo checked over the tray once more, making sure everything was perfect. Once he decided it was, he picked up the smiling baby and held her with one arm, carefully carrying the tray with the other.
Once he got to your shared bedroom, he sat the tray down on the bedside table- next to the vase of your favorite flowers that he had brought in earlier- and sat your daughter on the bed next to you.
She wasted no time in smacking her hands on your face and grabbing your hair and pulling it. You woke up with a smile on your face, knowing already who the culprit was.
The first thing you seen was your adorable daughter, and behind her stood your handsome husband. You yawned and stretched, “Good morning, love.”
“Good morning, libeling,” he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, pulling away only slightly to whisper, “Happy Mother’s Day,” before leaning back in. You smiled against his lips and he pulled away, grabbing the tray.
You sat up, pulling your daughter to sit next to you, and kissed the top of her head. “Good morning, angel.”
Zemo sat the tray on your lap, “Do you like your flowers?”
“Flowers?” He gestured to the vase on the table and you gasped. “Hel, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Of course I did, it’s your first Mother’s Day, I couldn’t not get you flowers.”
“They’re beautiful,” you reached out and touched one of the petals, before turning back to your food. Occasionally as you ate, you’d mash up some of the small soft foods and give them to the happy baby next to you.
Your husband sat back and admired you both. Your hair was a mess, and sleep was still evident in your eyes, but you looked just as gorgeous as ever.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You laughed, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth full of food.
He shrugged, “Can I not simply admire my wife and daughter?”
You stared at him for a moment before speaking, “Thank you for this, Helmut. This is the best I could’ve hoped for today to be.”
He furrowed his brows together, “Darling, I hope you don’t think this is all I’ve done for today. I’ve planned a whole day for the three of us, you deserve to have today be perfect.”
You gaped, beyond surprised. You certainly had a busy day ahead of you, but you already know it’ll be perfect, just like your family.
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Hey love ur zemo x reader so much ❤️❤️
Can u write imagine with zemo where reader doesn't mind anything he's done bc she agrees with what avengers done even if she is one.
Love all ur work xxxx
Aww, thank you so much anon! That’s sweet of you to say :)
Here’s a short little piece where the reader (with telekinetic powers) grapples with the skewed morality of the world and tries to help Zemo escape Sam, Bucky and the Dora Milaje. (no warnings, just a flirty moment at the end)
Zemo is intrigued by you. It’s plain enough to see in his lingering stares. He tries to pass off his curiosity as cold, analytical disdain, but your keen instincts tell you otherwise. He likes you. What he doesn’t like are your mystical, superhuman abilities and unwavering allegiance to the Avengers. Which is a shame because… well- to be honest- you find the Baron oddly and unexpectedly charming. He adds a refreshing edge to your little group of misfit do-gooders. Zemo’s insight and assistance have been completely invaluable in locating the flagsmashers. You recognize that, even if your friends are too afraid to acknowledge it aloud.
At this point though, it’s only a matter of hours before the Dora Milaje show up to take the Baron away. The idea of sending Zemo straight back to prison doesn’t sit right with you. He’s a criminal, yes. But… are his crimes truly so unforgivable in this post-Thanos climate? You’d witnessed a great deal of death and destruction since joining the Avengers and frankly… Zemo has a point. The fallout produced by superhuman beings is often brushed under the rug as a necessary evil in the fight for the greater good while the sins of those struggling to make their voices heard are punished in the harshest, most unforgiving manner. Who’s to say that one man should get a second chance while another does not?
So when the opportunity arises and you find yourself alone with Zemo as John Walker storms in to intercept Sam and Karli- you decide to bend the rules and follow your instincts for once. Focusing quietly, you let your eyes fall shut and twist your wrist- willing the handcuffs that restrain your sole companion fall free. Zemo looks down at the cuffs and then up to you- a confused expression crossing his face. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t run. Instead, he rubs at his wrist and seems to await your explanation.
“Go,” you instruct simply, canting your head toward the open doorway.
A deeply furrowed brow is the only response you get.
“You heard me. Go on- get out of here!” you encourage hastily.
But Zemo does just the opposite- approaching you instead- clearly intrigued and perhaps even a bit wary of your intentions. You shift your weight from foot to foot, unsettled by his stare.
“The Dora are on their way. If you don’t leave now, I fear you’ll be back in a cell by the end of the day.” Your voice is weaker than usual as you realize just how much your friends would disapprove of your actions. And the fact that Zemo himself is questioning them does little to help quell your doubts.
“And you suddenly see fit to help me escape that fate?” the Baron queries. “Why is that?” His eyes bore into you with a familiar intensity but also a newfound softness.
“Because...” you mutter, glancing side to side in order to ensure that no one is around to hear. “I don’t think you’re so bad.” The confession comes out as little more than a sheepish whisper.
Zemo’s thin lips turn upward just barely as you regain composure.
“Look,” you continue. “I know you don’t like what I am, and I’m not sure there’s anything I can do about that. But I’m grateful for your cooperation in all of this. Truly, we couldn’t have done it without you. I’m trying to repay you with your freedom, but our window is limited,” you acknowledge urgently.
Still, Zemo remains. Hands clasped in front of his body casually, the man saunters forward until the two of you are face to face. “A life on the run is not so different from a life in a cell,” he remarks dryly. “I’m not going anywhere,” the Baron announces with eerie composure. The moment of silence that passes between you is charged with an energy you don’t fully recognize, or at least can’t quite bring yourself to acknowledge. Swallowing thickly, you cast your eyes down, uncertain how to reply.
“But it’s nice to know where your allegiances lie, schatzi,” Zemo whispers playfully in your ear as he leans in to remove your gun from its holster. You flinch but ultimately find yourself too flustered to react. With a wink, the man disappears, making his way toward the action. And suddenly you’re left alone, wondering what the hell had just happened and what you hope might happen going forward.
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ahoy there Mari 💜
can i get fluff prompt 10 with Zemo braiding reader's hair please? 💜🥺
Hello there! This prompt is so cute, so I thought I'd take a break from writing my angsty fic to do this instead <3
I wrote it with a female reader in mind, but it could easily work for a male or nb reader who happens to have long hair :)
You loved it when Zemo played with your hair.
No matter how anxious, angry, or upset you’d been previously, it all seemed to melt away when you felt his fingers carefully brushing through the soft strands. You’d always end up cuddling up next to him, making you feel remarkably calm and usually a bit sleepy.
Today had been no different. You had been sitting together on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, enjoying a very rare moment of complete peace and quiet. When you felt his hand touch the top of your head, you sighed contentedly and pressed yourself closer to him.
Zemo leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, and then shifted so he was sitting sideways on the couch, facing you. You looked to him inquisitively, and he smiled, gesturing with his finger for you to do the same as he had.
You nodded, turning your body so your lower back was leaning against his crossed legs. His fingers were running through your hair again, and all you wanted to do was fall backwards so you could lie against him.
“What are you doing?” You asked, nearly giggling though the words, as Zemo’s fingers brushed against the back of your neck. You tried to turn your head back to look at him, but one of his hands gently pressed against your cheek to stop you.
“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.” Zemo’s voice was quiet, a result of not having spoken much in the last hour.
“I didn’t know you knew how to do that,” you said, surprised by how skilled he was at this. He hadn’t pulled your hair too tightly even once, something you hadn’t experienced before while someone else was styling your hair.
“I’m a man of many surprises, liebling.” You heard his quiet chuckle as he continued his task. You couldn’t help but wonder where he learned to do such a thing, and you made a mental note to ask him about it later.
Eventually, you knew he was finished when you felt him secure the bottom of the braid with a hair tie - he’d probably picked it up after you left it lying around somewhere - before leaning into you to kiss you on the cheek.
You shifted yourself again so you could turn to face him, your cheeks warming at the sight of him smiling at you. “Beautiful,” he stated plainly, one hand moving up to hold your chin delicately.
He leaned in to kiss your lips, and you let your fingers thread softly through his hair now, feeling him sigh against you. Though you knew that soon enough, something dramatic would happen to burst your peaceful little bubble, you were happy to enjoy the time you had with him now.
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I have had a long ass day and it’s only 4:30, where the hell is my cuddly Zemo when I need him
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okay but what if bucky ends up beating some people up and gets all bloodied etc
nd zemo just walks over w a smile, lifts his chin up nd says ￼￼ “well done, soldat” before kissing him even though there’s still blood everywhere slfjjddj
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I LOVE YOU AND ZEMO AND THE WAY YOU MURDER ME WITH SOFT THINGS AND FEELS AND THE WAY YOU LOVE YOUR MUSE IS SO EVIDENT AND I COULD SCREAM ABOUT YOU FOR YEARS. Ahem.
𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄. 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘/𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇.
His smile though...
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i may or may not have a soft zemo with flowers fanfic in my notes, who knows.
maybe it contains some soft zemo doing flower crowns, WHO KNOWS.
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I'm already 2,5 on the Winterbaron!Viking thing, can you guys give me some interaction ideas about Viking Bucky and Folk Zemo over here?
Because, I already have some in mind (flowers, snow, Bucky's long hair and Zemo playing with it, more flowers and ritual dances yk) but I cannot decide.
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If I had a pound for every time someone commented soft on my fics, I would be able to afford the therapy I obviously need for loving this man.
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Zemo's love languages are food (acts of service) and old fashioned love letters (words of affirmation). This man will make tea and bake cakes any hour of the day, cut fruit just for Bucky.
Bucky's love languages are quality time (the gateway weekends in secluded spots) and acts of service. He loves to look for the prettiest and most unknown places in europe and america and organize weekends together <3
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kinda leaning into the winterbaron ship 👀
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I've been seeing a lot of flower's meaning and all that stuff, maybe I can make a fic from that you know like, Winterbaron where Zemo confesses his feelings through flower teas, Bucky doesn't realize this until Ayo or Nakajima tell him what each flower means,,,,
sound kinda good, uh.
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I Kind of Hate You in the Most Loving Way Possible
Hey Winterbaron appreciators I wrote a soft fic on ao3 and you should come read it. There’s hair washing, nightmares, cuddling, and everything you could ever want.
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I’m abt to go apeshit
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SLIGHT TFATWS SPOILER
literally the ending made me so soft 🥺
just look how happy sam and bucky are with sarah and her sons 💕
they look like one big happy family 🥺😭❤️
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I just bawled my eyes out for fifty minutes
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