Imagine Being Zemo’s Sugar Babies
A/N: This gif totally makes it look like Sam and Bucky are Zemo’s bodyguards and I love it.
Like Sam and Bucky, Zemo decided to give you a better life, allowing you and the boys to live with him.
All the high-end clothes, jewelry, shoes, and electronics you could ever ask for.
All the best food and drinks would be at your disposable. Even when the four of you would be at home or in hiding.
Endless parties around the world and attending professional or private meetings.
Front row seats to concerts, private art exhibitions, and fashion shows.
While Sam would change his mind about sending Zemo back to prison once he realized how well the four of you worked together.
No matter how perfectly weird it was.
You would never have to drive anywhere. Zemo or Sam would always take the wheel, or have a personal driver.
On the occasion where you did have to drive, Bucky would always accompany you, even if you had to go to the grocery store.
Bonding with Sam and Bucky.
So much bonding!
Those boys would do anything and everything in their power to protect you. And you would do the same for them.
Being the voice of reason whenever Sam and Bucky didn't see eye to eye with Zemo.
Sam and Bucky would be your best friends, as well as Zemo, but the three of you agreed to keep everything platonic, in fear of slipping up.
But when the time came to travel to Madripoor, you and Bucky would secretly lock fingers, despite you being Zemo’s “personal bodyguard” for the evening, and Bucky “stepping” into the Winter Soldier’s shoes again.
Once you and Zemo got separated from the boys, you immediately defended him, all the way until you all got back to the plane.
As soon as you landed in Latvia, Bucky couldn’t contain his feelings anymore, and confessed to you. You felt the same way for him and agreed to form a relationship in secret, only for Zemo and Sam to constantly tease you about it.
A/N pt. 2: I WANT this so much..
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Zemo dating Single Mom Reader Headcannon
At first he's a bit wary knowing your a mom, but warms up to it. After all, he's still grieving his own son.
When you first introduce Zemo to your child, he's sweet and pays extra attention to them. He wants to make a good first impression and knows the relationship will end if said child does not like him.
He spoils the both of you, or all of you because maybe there's more than one child.
He always makes sure to make plans to include the kids.
Whenever he comes over Zemo takes his time to talk to each child and looks at everything they have to show him.
If there's a teen, he tries to be cool, but fails miserably. No one can be cool to teens if they try.
Any holiday is an excuse for presents.
If someone is in trouble and run to him for help he backs you up as passively as possible because he knows you're in charge, but is also scared of the kids not liking him.
Zemo teaches the kids different languages to talk behind your back while in in front of you.
The talks of having a kid between you two.
The _dirty_ talks of having a kid between you two.
Making the kids groan as he shows you so much affection, even in public, but then again they're used to the stereotypical 'husband tolerates wife equals love.'
Gods help anyone who hurts them.
'My dad is an engineer!' 'My dad is a dentist!' 'My dad broke up the Avengers!'
The visits to school principal's office for having to explain Zemo teaching the kids self defense and then kids using it on bullies who then get a broken finger.
Parents Day where Zemo some how adopts more children who don't have parents that show up by choice or parents who can't show up because of work.
PTA meetings are battle grounds for Zemo and Susan, the head of the PTA.
Zemo has toppled the Avengers, but teaching someone to drive is the most terrifying thing he's ever done.
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Hi ! 8 + Helmut Zemo, please ? 🎇
Exhaustion (Zemo x Reader)
Prompt: “Come Here, I’ll carry you.”
Word Count: 395
“Schatzi” means Sweetheart
The relief you felt as you and Zemo walked through the door of your home was immense. After being out all day shopping, you were exhausted, and although he didn’t say anything, you knew he was too.
You kicked off your shoes, “We’re never going shopping again.”
Zemo smiled and hung his coat on the rack, “You’re the one who insisted we go to every store in the mall, schatzi.”
“Well you’re the one who told me I could buy whatever I wanted! You can’t tell me something like that, I’m too picky Hel, I wanna buy everything!”
He looked down at the many bags hanging from his arms, most likely cutting off circulation. “From the looks of it, you did buy everything.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed a few of the bags, helping him carry them to the living room. You both sat everything on the couch and you looked over at the stairs.
“Oh what I would give for a hot bath right now,” you fell onto an empty spot on the couch, your back aching.
“Why don’t you go take one then?” Zemo was looking through the stuff that was bought, pulling out the new bottle of his favorite cologne.
“Because,” you frowned, “I don’t wanna go upstairs, my feet hurt.”
Zemo sighed. “Come here, I’ll carry you.”
Before you even had a chance to reject, he was picking you up, one arm supporting your back, the other looped under the bend of your knees. You gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.
He chuckled and started making his way up the stairs.
“If you drop me-“
“I won’t, relax dear.”
True to his word, he didn’t drop you. He even went the extra mile, taking you to the master bathroom and sat you down on the counter next to the sink.
You watched as he went around, gathering towels, a fluffy loofah, and a silk robe, setting them all on the table next to the bath. Then, he started running the bath water, making sure it was the perfect temperature.
He looked to you once he deemed everything ready, and you couldn’t help but to walk over and kiss him. “You treat me so well, Helmut.”
“I simply treat you like the queen you are, my dear.” He placed a kiss to your forehead, “Enjoy your bath.”
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The Last Thing Left (Zemo x F!Reader) 1/?
Ghosts weren’t enough to hold two people together.
While they wait for Torres to locate Donya Madani, Zemo reflects upon his relationship to you, his only tether to his wife and closest friend.
Slow burn, previous relationships, angst, various mentions of death & mourning. You both lost your spouse. You're a regular civilian person. Zemo's wife's name is Heike because of comics.
Note: Main Character is neutral in most regards but the story was written with my own cultural background in mind. (In other words, I won't say what she looks like but I envision her as a POC.)
I meant to write a one-shot but as it turns out I have feelings for this man.
I'll have part two by the end of the day and hope to update steadily.
He looks forward to coming face-to-face with Karli, the girl responsible for the birth of a new faction of Super Soldiers. His plan was simple really: He would find her and end her, just as he did Nagel.
Sam and James lack the conviction to do what needs to be done. It’s that weakness that makes Helmut invaluable—that and he’s the one with the private jet.
It’s night, so he prepares a meal for the three of them in the little kitchen near the cockpit.
As delicious aromas permeate the air, James relaxes on the couch near the back of the plane. Sam sits across from him, attempting to contact an associate. He hopes the man can help them find Karli’s mentor, Donya Madani.
But Helmut knows from experience how strenuous locating displaced persons can be.
After all, when the Avengers left Sokovia in an irreparable state, he searched displacement camps for his remaining friends and family—finding the dead was much easier.
Sam’s associate won’t find Donya as long as she’s alive. They’ll have to wait.
In the meantime, the jet would need refueling, and he simply refuses to spend his time listening to Sam and James bicker about shields and symbols. They would need somewhere to stay.
“Now what?” James asks, his voice and disposition bitter as Helmut hands him the plate. He eyes the meal with suspicion.
“We wait” Sam can barely withhold his frustration with James, but he accepts the food with a nod.
“For how long?”
“For as long as it takes.”
Whatever this is between them, it’s fraying—ripping at the seams.
If it wasn’t so painfully ironic (and hilarious to watch,) Helmut would find the relationship between Sam and James a little sad.
Ghosts weren’t enough to hold two people together.
“I know of a place we can go until then.” Helmut settles down into his chair and orders Oeznik to adjust their course towards Spain. He’d know where to port.
The journey would be long and annoying, but he would handle it as handled every arduous thing: with patience and a glass of whiskey.
And his impending headache will be well worth it; he can’t wait to see you again.
You were a friend of his wife, an artist she met at University.
Heike longed to see the world outside the trappings of nobility and studied abroad. She didn’t expect to meet a friend so quickly.
You were there for the important dates — the engagement, the wedding, and the baby.
He’s known you for years.
But despite your presence in his life, Helmut never really thought to consider you a friend, not really. Heike liked you, you were kind, and the rest mattered little to him.
But when his wife hosted dinner for her milestone birthday, your life became entangled with his. Because on that day, you caught the eye of his oldest friend, Dominik.
His family had been nobility once, many years ago, but Dominik had no title; he was free to live his life with impunity. Society wouldn’t care if the person he married was Sokovian or not, and no one would talk if they weren’t from old money. There might have been looks or whispers, but most were content to him be.
He could have chased after anyone—but you enchanted him from the beginning. You came from a different world, a different place; he valued your perspective and admired your art.
“They would make such a cute couple, wouldn’t they?” Heike asked that evening, her eyes filled with mischievous glee.
Helmut remembered a particular day when he found his friend thumbing through a pile of books you considered 'essential reading.' He was never meant to read them all at once, but he was determined to impress you.
"I asked about her favorites," he told him, "She really likes to read."
Endlessly curious, Helmut read them too. (He found the one on Pre-Columbian art extremely insightful, as was the one on Marvin Gaye.)
But it wasn’t until a year later that he realized the true depth of his feelings for you.
Usually, when Dominik received your amorous letters, he would grin and gloat about it.
“Look,” he would say, waving the envelope around as if it were your banner. “I have someone waiting for me.“
But one night, after a tough mission near the border of Lithuania, Helmut watched his friend pull your letter from the pocket of his uniform. The night was damp and freezing from the rain, but he read it quickly, thumbing at the wrinkled page with a smile.
He was happy for him, happy for you.
So Helmut watched your courtship from afar, offering advice and guidance where he could. Eventually, he attended your wedding.
It took a great deal of compromise for you to move to Sokovia (you found the contemporary art and film cultures lacking) but once you did, he and Heike entertained you on holidays.
There had been no children between you, but there was plenty of love.
There was so much love. In fact, someone found your letter in his pocket on the day they pulled him from the rubble of Novi Grad.
“Does anyone know where his wife is?” An officer asked.
“Does anyone know where anyone is?” Another replied.
It was an endless cycle of death and sorrow. People found soldiers and civilians buried.
Some were alive, most were dead.
People cried, families broke apart, people begged and fell limp in the streets.
Helmut buried his entire family.
You buried the love of your life.
Not for the first time did you have something in common, but this was the first thing that truly mattered.
You had no one left.
You made a beautiful speech at the service, one that spoke to the volumes of love you had for him.
"I loved him," you said, "and he loved me. He made me feel welcome, made me feel safe."
But when the service was over, you stood at the site of his freshly dug grave (just one in a long row of others) to say your private goodbyes.
After a while, Helmut joined you.
"I stand here and yet… I still can’t believe it.” You said, eyes cast down. “They’re gone.”
All because of the Avengers.
“What will I do without him?”
“… I’ll take care of you,” he promised.
“Thank you, Helmut. But… I…” You wanted to tell him you’d be alright. But the lie lodged itself in the back of your throat and a sob pushed forward instead. You cried.
“Please… It’s what they would have wanted. Heike and Carl… they adored you. I can do this much at least.“
You, the only thing he had left of the ones he loved.
He didn’t want to let you go.
Thanks for reading! Look out for part two! The reader will have more interaction with Zemo.
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