#zemo romance

[lettalady]

Word game: darkness

Fanfiction WIP guessing game: Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

I found the word in the WIP: Malum House which features GRZemo.

I wanted to attempt a gothic romance and... well I'm roughly 28k words into fleshing out the plotting and testing to see if I can actually accomplish what I've set out to do.

No answer sounds in return, the light radiating from Oeznik’s wicks traveling with him to plunge the hallways beyond Helmut’s office to near darkness once more.

#wip guessing game #reply: wip guessing game #imagine gothic romance baron helmut zemo #imagine baron helmut zemo #daniel brühl characters

[blackjackmagi83]

Criminal Behavior (7)

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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.

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Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♡

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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.”

Part 8

#james buchanan bucky barnes #james barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky x original character #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #bucky x oc #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #enemies to lovers #romance #eventual relationship #eventual romance #eventual happy ending #baron zemo #helmut zemo #marvel #please read #drug lord #sorry for swearing #swear warning #original female character #bucky fic #bucky x y/n #winter soldier #eventual smut #love triangle

[allthebeautifulsouls]

CW porn, power differential, sex pollen, fuck or die

For reasons I can’t quite describe I’ve suddenly been seized by the idea of Helmut Zemo/Phil Coulson. It’s fascinating because—while the two have never met, never even existed in the consciousness of the Avengers at the same time—they would likely feel like the other was the enemy, as they were likely in different countries’ militaries at the same time. They are both incredibly competent individuals, but this Zemo would be significantly younger, likely in his EKO Scorpion days. So the baron we know and love, but softer somehow, less sure of himself (that such a thing is possible feels inconceivable, Zemo always conducts himself as if he has absolute certainty), more earnest. So to put it together: somehow it’s an interrogation but also a bdsm scene and the reader can be sympathetic towards both characters affiliations—my favorite part of Phil coulson was always how good he was, good and mild mannered and respectful yet also ruthlessly competent.

Maybe a fuck or die sex pollen scenario (I feel I fall back to this plot contrivance too often lol 😄), where there’s been an international collaboration between a Sokovian and an American squad. Zemo is still only a squad member, Coulson is the big boss’s replacement, the man the US flies out when it’s a few months into this grueling campaign and efforts are still mostly fruitless in order to overhaul and direct the campaign and finish the job. After the disorganization/wariness/brashness/perhaps some incompetence of the US troops, Coulson surprises Zemo by legitimately improving conditions, tactics, and degree of successful missions, etc. Zemo starts to grudgingly trust and respect Coulson (Zemo’s form/performance of course was never anything but impeccable to Phil’s eye 😄). Zemo is crucial to the mission success, Phil directing as handler from his earpiece, from elsewhere in the facility. However in the process of completing the mission (maybe neutralizing a bio weapon?) Zemo gets dosed with the sex pollen. Everyone is satisfied that the mission is complete, but Zemo is panicking, terrified. Phil intervenes, comes to extract him and guides him (…carries him?) back to the waiting transport, helicopter, etc..

While they wait, hidden, as smoke is still in the air/people are running around, Phil recognizes that Zemo’s heart is about to stop, uncharacteristically swears, assesses his options silently, turns on his radio, reports back that he will be assisting Zemo and will now be turning off comms to allow them some privacy, yes he will fill out (raising his voice to drown out the immediate complaints) highly-specific-form-A, and B, and he will sit in front of so and so tribunal as his disciplinary case is deliberated before he can return to active duty, he will do all that is necessary, but now he is hanging up.. He knows exactly which regulations he is breaking, and exactly why he is doing it—he will not let this young man die. And so he turns off the comms and turns all his attention to Zemo in the chaotic scene, and he takes care of him, pressing him into the grass/ground. The porn part ends when Phil straps him to a bodyboard and hefts him into the just arrived med-evac (perhaps there’s a physical injury too—broken leg?). Phil checks Zemo’s vitals one more time, then waves off the transport (car? Helicopter?) while he resupplies and wades off into the madness to presumably kill more villains-of-the-day. Maybe for fun Phil gets a bit too into it, lets some of his actual praise and approval of Zemo slip out. Zemo is given an antidote, very unsatisfying clinical toys, a hazy recovery period. When he does recover back at home (Sokovia? US? Some home base in some other country?), Coulson calls him into a meeting, dressed in civilian attire because the fallout from the mission means he’s still not cleared for active duty, but he still carries himself with the same intensity/professionalism. Zemo is not sure what to make of this until he realizes it’s a serious, painstaking, apology for what happened, for putting Zemo in that position, for (he tries to sneak this past) Phil allowing himself to enjoy it…

Zemo stops him with some kind of quiet simple statement—but I did enjoy it. Phil stops, taken aback, he reassesses the scene, his eyes darken. A bit of back and forth until Phil realizes Zemo is dead serious. They somehow leave together (right then and there feels a bit much even for this id fic, but maybe Phil gives some uncharacteristically unprofessional quip about how he’s not on the clock?). Phil takes Zemo back to his (Phil’s) apartment and doms the hell out of him. Maybe Zemo has experimented with kink before, but it’s never felt this intense, something something. Phil is rough and vocal in how he expresses how much he enjoys Zemo being good for him. Orgasms are had, yada yada.

But they both know it was only ever going to be a one night stand. Their respective militaries untangle themselves and go their separate ways, our two protagonists with them. Years later, after Phil is already dead having sacrificed himself in the Avengers, Zemo is in his avengers research phase, delving through old photos and clips, when he comes across Phil’s photo and is shaken, reflects. At some point in the intervening years the US and Sokovia had become opponents or only uneasy allies again, and Zemo tracks in his head their respective paths through the geopolitical movements of that decade and American military action. He struggles to come to terms, for a bit, with the man who held him (while holding him down lol) being the same man that he’s tracked through the rise of superheroes through that decade of history. He reflects, resolves something kinda angsty but more meaningful than I can think of now, and puts the issue aside as he refocuses on his research and meticulous planning to take down the Avengers.

That was a lot longer than I intended 😄. Open to feedback!

#tfatws #mm romance #fanfic #helmut zemo #phil coulson #the avengers #captain america the winter soldier

[uhsolikethis]

I wish sometimes I was a writer or director because I would've written Falcon and The Winter Soldier the way it deserves. I would've given y'all the Camp it deserved. First of all, we would've had a really cunt theme song like Living Single or That's So Raven. I'm talking about each episode by episode villains, buddy cop comedy but they're vigilantes, and maybe a little bit of romance.

Also, too much Zemo. Yes it's called Falcon AND The Winter Soldier but it felt like a reverse. And then the influx of B*cky x Z*mo was so disappointing in the Fandom. I should've never left. My man Sam wilson was sidelined in his own series.

#sam wilson #sambucky #bucky barnes #falcon and the winter soldier #i wanted so much #the show was ok #but i just want fun #and to laugh #i was watch My wife and kids and was cackling #i would've loved a campy black sitcom

[jims-strap-on]

ABOUT:

hi i’m ash!! 27, any pronouns, genderqueer/bi/ace. i’ve been rping since 2009, and have been on fbrp since 2012. i decided to try out tumblr again. im married and have four cats.

i’m a multimuse rp account in the our flag means death, acotar, supernatural, good omens, marvel, phantom of the opera, and harry potter fandoms. my main fandoms are OFMD and ACOTAR, and my main muses are Jim, Izzy, Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre. OC and crossover friendly.

I love writing angst, hurt/comfort, and romance, including (optional) smut. i can do either canon or AU. i especially love themes like enemies to lovers and mafia AUs.

I’m okay with dark themes such as violence, blood/gore, self-harm, drugs and alcohol, etc.

I don’t reply terribly consistently so writing with me requires patience, I work full time and suffer from PTSD/depression and can’t reply while in funks. I will not tolerate my partners nagging me for replies.

i’m not picky about reply length, there is NO need to match mine. sometimes I tend to rant and reply length gets away from me, I don’t expect the same detail in return. however I do prefer para/lit. usually I’ll write a couple of paragraphs.

𝙁𝙀𝙔𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝙍𝙃𝙔𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝘼𝙕𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝘽𝙄𝙊

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH:

Muses: Izzy Hands, Jim Jimenez, Edward Teach, Archie, Stede Bonnet

Izzy/Stede

Izzy/Ed

Ed/Stede

Stede/Izzy/Ed

Oluwande/Jim

Jim/Archie

Oluwande/Jim/Archie

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES:

Muses: Feyre Archeron, Azriel, Nesta Archeron, Rhysand, Eris Vanserra

Feyre/Rhysand

Nesta/Cassian

Azriel/Elain

Azriel/Gwyn

GOOD OMENS:

Muse: Crowley

Crowley/Aziraphale

SUPERNATURAL:

Muses: Sam, Dean

Dean/Castiel

Sam/Ruby

Sam and Dean (NOT shipping NOT as a pairing!! but I love brother interactions!)

HARRY POTTER:

Muses: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Draco/Harry

Draco/Hermione

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA/LOVE NEVER DIES:

Muses: Erik, Raoul

Erik/Christine

Erik/Raoul

MARVEL:

Mus𝙚𝙨: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Bucky/Natasha

Bucky/Steve

Bucky/Sam

Bucky/Tony

Bucky/Zemo

Bucky/Clint

Steve/Tony

AU WISHLIST:

enemies to lovers mafia boss AU: our muses are both leaders of rival organized crime rings. they are both alone in the world and have spent their lives looking out for number one, falling into a life of crime desperate for money with no other options left. could take place in the present, or 1940s brooklyn.

sugar baby AU: my muse is a successful, professional business owner searching online for a baby to take care of long term and spoil. the arrangement is strictly platonic and sexual, until feelings start to develop.

sugar baby mafia AU: our muses meet on a sugar baby website. my muse is a crime boss who is interested in your innocent muse as a live in submissive in exchange for a handsome monthly salary. your muse is interested in the world of organized crime, letting my muse show yours the ropes while providing sex as a stress relief. bonus points if your character ends up joining a life of crime and running the crime ring with mine

BDSM club owner AU: my muse is a BDSM club owner who meets your submissive character at the club and frequently run scenes in my character’s private room at the club. it turns out they compliment each other in the bedroom well; your muse is the brat who likes to work for their rewards, while mine is the brat tamer who has all the time in the world. possible kinks include degradation, masochism, knife play, bondage, spanking, ropes/cuffs, cock warming, voyeurism, praise—open to suggestions. i’m also open to a pleasure dom and eager submissive dynamic.

mafia boss/police officer AU: our muses match on bumble, meeting up at a club my muse owns for a first date. your character works as a police detective, not knowing that their date is actually the owner of several clubs which secretly are coverups for sex work and drug dealing. the very same crime ring that your muse is assigned to taking down.

slave auction AU: your muse is sold to mine at a slave auction, only my muse only purchased yours to take them away from this life, gain their trust, and slowly heal them over time. maybe my muse is also just a little lonely and wants companionship. my character keeps yours safe while only ever treating them with gentleness, which your muse is not used to after such a hard life. this could also be sunshine x grumpy, my muse being the brooding grump who has a not-so-secret soft side.

Other plots:

enemies to lovers, our characters hate each other and have frequent hate sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism to serve as a distraction. they are in deep denial about their feelings and keep the arrangement strictly physical, until they can’t any longer.

good omens only: crowley and aziraphale decide they want to explore the human act of intercourse, exploring what each other like in the bedroom as they learn about their boundaries and various kinks, leading to BDSM. they are only friends wishing to indulge in a new human interest they realize they really enjoy, leading to eventual relationship. dom!aziraphale

These are only possible specific plot ideas I enjoy, of course i’m open to anything; as mentioned earlier, my favorites are angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, found family, fwb to relationship… feel free to come to me with ANY of your own ideas! shipping/NSFW is not a necessity, i’m open to a lot!

#our flag means death rp #ofmd rp #our flag means death roleplay #ourflagmeansdeath #ofmd #supernatural rp #acotar #acotar rp #a court of thorns and roses rp #acotar roleplay #harry potter rp #harry potter roleplay #good omens rp #good omens roleplay #harry potter #good omens #drarry #mafia boss rp #roleplay #our flag means death #phantom of the opera rp #poto rp #poto roleplay #phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera roleplay #marvel rp #marvel roleplay #bucky barnes rp #bucky barnes roleplay #marvel

[samthemarvelfan]

Bad Romance: Chapter Twelve

Say It

Summary: You find yourself exactly where you shouldn’t and no one is sure if they’ll make it out alive.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader, feat: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson/Yelena Belova/Helmut Zemo/Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 3,500+

Warning: Criminal activity/Mafia references. Mentions of guns, violence and blackmail. Threatening and intimidation. Swearing. Canon-typical violence and graphic injury description.

A/N: First of all, thank you all for your patience and your love! I’m glad to be back. I’ve missed this place. Enjoy the climax of Bad Romance! <3

previous chapter

LOS ANGELES, CA - 1 WEEK BEFORE SAL’S MURDER

Work was hell. Every thing that could go wrong today, did. The presentation you’d poured hours of yourself into was conveniently cut short by the fire alarm. Then, when you’d reached the board room to finish, Kyle was already shmoozing the bosses with his 5 minute PowerPoint about how great he is.

Fucking Kyle and his stupid, God damn agenda to oust you from the promotion you’d worked months to get had succeeded—he won.

The buzzing of your phone irritated you more than it should, but the scowl on your face flipped to a grin when you saw the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Sal said happily.

You let out a long breath, feeling the tension in your body subside. “Hi, Sally.”

He chuckled, “Don’t try to hide that tone from me, kiddo. I take it it didn’t go well?”

Your lip trembled, “No,” you slipped the key into your apartment door fumbling with your bag of take-out, “Kyle was just more ‘adaptable’ than I was. AKA he’s a little pansy that doesn’t have any actual opinions and is gonna go along with whatever the big boss says.”

Sal must have heard the slam of the door though the phone, “Oh!” He scolded.

“Sorry,” you threw your purse to the floor, and kicked off your heels. “I worked 10 times harder on my presentation, Sally. This asshole? His daddy just happens to be the CEO’s buddy from college…talk about nepotism at its finest—“

“Y/N, breathe, Honey, breathe.”

Flopping onto your couch, kicking your legs up on the coffee table. “I’m just annoyed. That’s all.”

“I know, baby, but what have I always told you? You got that fire in your heart for a reason. I have a feelin’ it’s gonna come in handy some day soon. Who knows? Maybe they gave this Kyle bozo that position ‘cause they got you lined up for a better one.” Your Uncles accent was always more pronounced when he rambled.

A genuine smile spread across your face for the first time tonight, as tears pricked your eyes. “I hope you’re right, Sally. What’s new with you?”

Sal sighed, then paused.

He never pauses.

Surely you just lost him, dropped call or something.

“Sal? You there?” Your hesitant almost, verging on nervous.

He cleared his throat. “Y-yeah. Yeah, sorry baby. Got a lot going on over here, you know how it is,” you heard what sounded like drawers opening and shutting. “I just was calling to tell you I love you. Making sure you’re okay, and that you’re always gonna be okay. You know how I worry.”

You found yourself nodding. That was the truth, Sal always worried about you. If you were happy, safe, eating enough. He’d ask if you needed anything—and he meant anything.

“You know I love you, right?” He said quietly.

“Of course I know that.” You said on his heels.

“Good. Never forget it, okay?”

You smiled, “How could I?”

His laughter was subtle, but you heard it along with the jingling of keys in the background. “I gotta get going, Baby girl. Heading to dinner with some old friends.”

“Okay, be safe. I’ll call you tomorrow?” you asked.

“Sure thing, Bellisima.”

Scott was determined to keep his professional and personal opinion of Y/N’s situation separate, but every time he spoke to her, it seemed like the universe was telling him to do the opposite.

Bucky Barnes made a habit of protecting people he cared about at any cost, and Scott has seen first-hand what he’s capable of. There’s no limit to what anger could make him do.

If something happens to Y/N, it’s only a matter of time before a war breaks out on the streets of Brooklyn.

Scott was patrolling today--light under cover duty. The office was becoming far too suffocating with the mountains of files and evidence dockets sitting on his desk. Frustrating, too. He had every piece of information about Sal’s murder, he just needed to connect them.

Whoever the missing link is, they’re tied to Y/N, too. Scott just couldn’t nail down someone who’d know enough about her to use her like this.

His black SUV came to a stop at the red light in front of him. Red Hook had some of the worst traffic in the city these days, and people frequently blew the signals. UC traffic duty is just what the doctor—

“Jesus Christ!” Scott shouted.

As if on cue, a black Charger zoomed by Scott so fast, his car shook. It flew between lanes, attempting to cross the intersection.

Scott was about to flick on the lights and siren, but then he saw the plates. A combination of letters and numbers he’s looked at hundred of times this week alone.

Rogers.

The light turned green, and Scott sped up. Following the car heading South West, without so much as a flash of his police lights. Rogers never put a toe out of line during his day job. He was, by all accounts, an upstanding citizen. An attorney with impeccable knowledge of law.

So if he was risking getting pulled over in broad day light by driving like that, there was a reason.

A life or death reason.

“I take it,” your captor spoke, kicking a piece of scrap from her path. “You all were not expecting me?”

The men exchanged looks of shock and disbelief. None of these big bad men with guns seemingly brave enough to answer her.

She then approached Bucky, and no one in the room stopped her. You watched as she inspected his face, “My, my, Barnes. As handsome as you are, this is not a good look for you.”

He chuckled dryly. “Nice to see you too, Yelena. Ain’t you supposed to be at the bottom of the Hudson?“

Yelena laughed, “What can I say? Death didn’t suit me.”

She walked back over to you, pulling you up by your hair. “And can you believe it? Look what I’ve found! You should have seen her, Barnes. Ready to storm the building—a one woman army, this one.” Yelena tapped your cheek tenderly. “Whatever plan she was hatching would have gotten her killed instantly, but she didn’t care. She wanted to save you.”

Your lip quivered, and you felt Yelena’s mouth by your ear. “Don’t move, sweet thing. I’m not sure Barnes could take seeing what these men would do to you.”

The bang of a metal door in the distance made you jump, and at once, the half-dozen men surrounding you lowered their weapons.

Two sets of footsteps could be heard—one of which was the clicking of high heels along the cement floor.

It was Natasha. Her fiery red hair framing her face, with a look of daggers aimed directly at Yelena. To her left was a man only a few inches taller than her, brown hair and a black turtleneck leaking out from beneath his coal-colored trench.

“сестра.” Yelena spoke first, spitting at the ground in front of her.

Natasha, to her credit, tried to hide the look of surprise from her face. “It seems I’ve been misinformed, I was told you were dead, Sister.” She eyes the man next to her.

The blonde laughs, “Nearly.”

How the fuck is she so casual about this?

“But enough about me, look at you, Natasha…” she walked slowly around your body, pushing you onto your knees. You eye Bucky, his gaze hasn’t wavered from you. “You’ve got your designer clothes and shoes, your diamonds…is that where all of your money is going?”

“Zemo,” Natasha says, not bothering to look at him. “Explain to me how it is my sister is here? When it was your very word I trusted when you told me she’d been killed?”

The man beside her stepped forward, “I can assure you, Ms. Romanoff. The information I was given by Mr. Walker seemed concrete.”

It was then you heard Bucky laugh. A sick smile on his lips, as he spit blood to the floor. “I’m gonna put a bullet in your head, Helmut. You better pray I don’t make it outta here.”

Natasha’s head whipped around, “James, I’d almost forgot you were here, and would you look at this,” she walked up to you with a small smirk, “Your new plaything came to your rescue, hm?”

“Actually, I brought her to you.” Yelena said, stepping in front of you. “A gift to see if you would pull the knife out of my back.” As she spoke to her sister she bobbled her foot up and down, drawing your attention to the blade that was carefully stored against her calf.

Oh.

Oh.

She wants me to grab it.

Slowly, you moved your hands up, grabbing the blade. When Yelena didn’t protest or stop you, you sheathed it beneath your sleeve.

“You’re so obsessed with this man,” she said, gesturing to Bucky. “I figured you’d want every last thing that was ever his.”

“Bullshit.” Natasha seethed. “I’m not obsessed with anyone. I’m the one who people revere. I was our father’s favorite, I am the most powerful boss in New York. What could this шлюха have to offer me?”

“Enough, ‘Tash!” Bucky shouts, his voice reverberating off of the warehouse walls. “All of this, all the fuckin’ theatrics. What do you want? Why the hell did you need to go this far?”

There’s a pause. A brief echo of silence that was so ominous, you found it hard to breath. Natasha’s heels clicked across the floor once more, the sound stopping when she was face to face with Bucky.

He looked at her with rage. Forgetting his own injuries and state, he looked at her the way he had looked at Zemo.

He wants her dead.

“We could have had…everything.” She sneered. “We were untouchable. No one would have ever set foot in our territory without paying a price. But you,” she chucked. “You’re weak. The son of George Barnes grew a conscious all of a sudden? Pathetic.”

Another bout of silence, when Yelena suddenly spoke, “Okay this is exhausting. Ivan, Gregor—“

Suddenly, the two men holding Bucky released him.

“What—“ Natasha began, but was cut off by the sound of gun fire.

Two of the goons dropped like flies, the men holding Bucky each taking a shot at the final two guards, dropping them too.

Your hands flew to your mouth as you let out a screech. Yelena, your captor/protector had just ended two lives like it was nothing.

Zemo suddenly bolted, running for the nearest exit.

“Следуй за ним!” Yelena shouted at the men next to Bucky, and they sped off after him.

She raised her black handgun slowly, aiming it at Nat.

“Tell him, Natasha.” She pulled the pin of it back with her thumb. “You tell him, or I will.”

The red head stood her ground. “There’s nothing to tell.”

It was quiet for a beat, then the sound of a gunshot booming through the room had you shaking.

“Last chance,” Yelena spoke. She’d shot at the wall behind her sister. It was a warning, and judging by her face, it would be her only one.

“Look him in the eye, Natasha,” she seethed. “Look him in the eye and explain to James why you had his father killed.“

Your eyes were on Bucky immediately. He seemed to lose the air in his lungs, stumbling even.

“No…” He choked.

The room became a vacuum. Any and all tension sucked from it and replaced with rage and betrayal.

“She also told the police of your plans, James. That’s how they knew where to find you. Scott had nothing to do with it, but she wanted him out of your life. He was the angel on your shoulder, so to speak.”

You watched as Bucky struggled with the information before him. Half of his life was a lie. What he’d built his business on never should have been. He foolishly trusted someone he thought was his equal.

“Why?” He asked. “What did it get you?”

Natasha laughed. She actually laughed at him.

“It would have gotten me everything!” She screamed. “Your miserable pig of a father had every politician, officer, every god damn truck driver in his pocket. He ran the five burroughs however the fuck he wanted too. Queens was never my fathers, not really. I promised him I’d take it for us, I’d take it all.” She grinned.

“Taking your father out was a cake walk, the succession—you, you were the problem. I figured if you were in jail for attempted murder, you’d never suspect a thing. So, yeah. We gave you the bullshit tip about who’d ordered the hit on ol’ George. And what a surprise, you and your temper took the bait.”

Natasha laughed again, pulling a cigarette from her bra. She tucked it between her lips, and lit it. A long drag gave her pause, “I didn’t account for how good your lawyers were. So, I did the next best thing, made you fall in love with me and the lifestyle,” she took another drag, “And it fucking worked.”

Bucky took to his feet, hands still bound. He stepped forward, leaning in toward the redhead. “Love? No, ‘Tash. That wasn’t love. Can’t expect a gal like you to know the difference though, can I?”

Natasha threw the cigarette at his feel, grinding it into the floor with her red-bottoms.

“Now tell Y/N.” Yelena’s teeth clenched together. She nodded her head in your direction. “Who ordered the hit on Salvatore.”

With zero hesitation, the redhead shrugged, offering you a sarcastic smile. “Oops.”

You saw red.

Lunging forward, you pulled the knife from your sleeve. Natasha’s eyes widened as you ran at her, only to be pulled back by Yelena.

She held you still, almost embracing you, “No, you’re not like her, Y/N.” She whispered.

Tears ran down your face, “You’re evil…pure evil.” You cried.

The red head scoffed, “The world is evil. Your Uncle was no better.”

“Don’t talk about him. Don’t even think about him.” You seethe.

“He was a mutt just like you.” She nodded to her sister. “Go, Yelena. Crawl back into your hole.”

Natasha turned her back on her sister and began to walk away.

But Yelena wasn’t having it.

She ran at Natasha, sweeping her legs underneath her. She reached for her gun, but Natasha swung her arm, knocking it from Yelena’s grip.

Natasha, to her credit, knows how to fight. She twisted, slamming her knee into Yelena’s nose to disorient her. Blood poured from her face and Natasha used this as an opportunity to make a run--well, a limp for it.

You looked down at your hand, still clutching the knife with white knuckles. Before you knew what you were doing, you were behind Bucky, cutting through the zip ties on his wrist.

“I’m sorry.” You say over and over. “I’m so sorry, Bucky.

He didn’t respond, didn’t look at you. He just stood, walking towards the women fighting.

“Yelena!” He shouted, gesturing an open hand once he’d gotten her attention. She scrambled for the gun, tossing it to Bucky haphazardly.

He raised his arm, wincing from what seemed life broken ribs. You watched as he aimed at her back, and pulled the trigger.

Natasha’s body went limp, crumbling to the floor beneath it with a thud. 

Nausea took over you, feeling like you were gonna be sick or pass out at any second. Blood pooled under her body, the life being drained from her.

Yelena stood, and hobbled breathlessly towards the two of you. “Good aim, James.” She wiped the blood from her face. Bucky handed the gun back to her, and she ejected the clip. “Ah! Would you look at that,” She tossed it to you. “That was my last shot.”

You stared at the heavy, empty piece of metal in your hands. Frozen, traumatized, and unable to process that this was part of a gun that just ended a life.

“Y/N,” It comes out strong, and with purpose.

You don’t realize your eyes are watering until you look at him. His gaze somehow getting softer when he sees the tears brimming.

“Hey, Sugar.” Bucky’s relieved, he’s scared, he’s tired.

So are you.

You crumble. Falling into him and holding on as though he’d float away. “I’m sorry. I’m--I didn’t know--”

“Shh, “ He whispered, kissing your forehead. “Not now. I’ll tell ya everything. Anything. Just let me hold you for a sec, okay?”

His strong arms envelope you completely, and it’s the safest you’ve felt in what feels like forever.

“Eh-em,” Yelena clears her throat, “Not to interrupt the disgusting amount of affection happening in front of me, but you should know why I’m here, Y/N.”

She reached into her pocked and pulled out a piece of paper. It was folded and tattered and something she clearly had been holding onto for a while.

“It’s all in here. Should clear things up nicely,” She handed it to you, “Now if you’ll excuse me...” 

She headed for the exit, earning a ‘thank you’ from Bucky on her way out.

Bucky’s eyes don't leave yours as he takes your face in his hands. He swallows hard, and you watch as emotion stains his throat. 

“I, I thought--” He starts, running his thumb along your cheek. “I thought I lost you, Baby.”

You sob, shaking your head. “No.”

He pulls you into him again, “You don’t have to read that now, let’s go. We should get outta here before the cops show up. I don’t want you anywhere near any of this.” 

A pair of footsteps echos through the warehouse, causing Bucky’s grip on you to tighten.

“Buck! Holy shit, you’re alive.” Steve says, out of breath. 

Sam is quick on his tail, “You two must have one hell of a guardian angel, who the hell survives a hit like that?”

A new voice is heard from behind the four of you. “My fucking thoughts exactly.”

No. No.

Not Walker--not here.

But it was him. His face was mangled from the caramel you’d used to blind him. Scorching red burns and cooked flesh. 

“If it weren't for this spoiled cunt,” He gestured to you wholly, “you’d all be fucking gone.” He seethed.

Bucky stepped forward slightly, prompting Walker to raise his gun from his side.

“Now, now Barnes, lets not make any rash decisions.” Walker spat at Bucky’s feet.

“Walker,” Bucky called, stepping in front of you. “Let her go, lets handle this like men.”

He laughed, a horrifying, sliming grin plastering his face. “Send your goons outside.” 

Bucky’s hands went up slowly in defense, “Walker--”

“Are you deaf?!” Walker shouted. “Outside! Now!” The gun was firmly aimed at you, and tears filled your eyes. 

Bucky didn’t break Walker’s gaze. “Outside fellas. We’ll be okay.”

“Buck--” Steve protested.

“Go on, Pal. It’ll be fine.” 

You were shaking as Sam and Steve left, terrified that these would be your last moments on Earth, all thanks to John Walker.

The man who killed your Uncle.

The man who took your peace.

The man who took a part of who you are.

“Let her leave, John. She’s got nothin’ to do with this.” Bucky said, stepping closer to Walker.

“Uh-uh,” Walker tutted, “I mean it Barnes, another step and the bitch gets a few new piercings.” He laughed. “You wouldn’t mind, would ya Gorgeous? After all, they’d match the ones I gave your Uncle.”

Bucky didn’t hesitate.

He lunged at Walker causing his gun to misfire at the ceiling. 

“James, no!” You screeched.

The men before you struggled with each other. Even in his beaten and bruised state, Bucky was putting up a fight.

“Greedy fuck!” Walker shouted, landing a blow to his jaw. “Couldn’t let anyone have a piece, huh?” 

Another blow.

and another.

Bucky fell to his knees, and Walker grabbed his jaw. “Take a look Barnes. I want you to see this.”

He threw him to the floor, and raised his gun at you. “Say ‘hi’ to Sal for me, would ya?”

Your eyes shut tightly, bracing for the impact of a bullet piercing you skin,

“I love you, Bucky,” You whispered to yourself.

...but when the shot rang out, you didn’t feel a thing.

Am I dead? Well, that was quick I suppose.

When your eyes opened, you watched Walker crumble. Doubling over as he fell to the ground, his gun flew from his hand, blood pooling around his chest.

“What--”

You turn in search of where the shot came from, and that’s when you see Scott, his hands still firmly on the gun aimed where Walker stook just seconds ago.

“Get outta here!” He shouted. “Go!”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You could hear the sirens in the distance and they were moving fast.

You were at Bucky’s side in an instant. “Bucky...Buck, c’mon you gotta get up for me.” 

It took a minute, but then Bucky was back on his feet, leaning on you for support as you left the warehouse.

Steve and Sam were at the entrance of the Docks. 

“Y/N!” Sam shouted. “This way, c’mon, Darlin’, we got him.” He helped you into the back of the car, and then he and Steve got Bucky in next to you.

Steve floored it. Where you were going you weren't sure, and you didn’t care.

You were with the people you trusted the most. Bucky was here, and you were going to keep him safe now, just like he had done for you.

No matter the cost.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky x reader #bucky barnes mafia au

[morguevampire]

(Un) Fortunate Encounters - Chapter 6

Masterlist for this fic

summary:  Fighting boredom and missing genuine human interactions you make it your mission to find out more about the Baron. He ignores your questions but tension builds up eventually, when you don't stop prying.

warnings/tags: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of torture, drinking, mild alcoholism, dark themes, slow build romance, not really Stockholm syndrome but that’s up for interpretation 

chapters: 6/?

word count: 1.934k 

pairings: Helmut Zemo x fem!Reader

author’s note: 

Uhhh, it's been a minute. Whoopsie.

Here's the usual excuses of being busy with uni and real life responsibilities but if we're completely honest I did not really feel like writing and I think I needed a (quite long) break from this story but I am back and i had fun writing this! Wrote this chapter pretty fast, so excuse the mess lol. As usual, english not my first language bla bla bla.

Feedback is always appreciated and THANK YOU to whoever is still reading this and has not given up on me. I have the intention of finishing this... i just need time. But as Zemo said: I have experience. And patience. A man can do anything if he has those.

Muchos besos mis amores <3

You can also find this work on https://archiveofourown.org/works/43158162/chapters/119680711

The more time you spend talking to Zemo, the more intriguing it becomes to find out more about his person. He’s like a closed book, not giving you any more information than is visible on the cover. Little side notes sometimes helping your brain in forming a genuine personality around him. But it feels like a one-sided game. He asks you questions about your family and friends, your hobbies, your feelings and your morals but in return you get almost nothing.

Mentally you make a note to pay extra attention when talking to him. Taking in all the crumbs he gives you about his private life. It almost feels like a game, and it does keep you entertained.

With time you get bolder in returning his questions. Simple little inquires, which aren’t too intimate but when answered could reveal something.

It’s obvious that they annoy him, most times he won’t answer or even leave the room in a sort of nonchalant way which makes you even more curious. As if he didn’t hear you. But his ignorance doesn’t stop you from prying. He’s fast to tell you his values and morals in a general sense, yet he will not go into specifics about his actions or his past.

On one occasion, it was during your dinner-routine, he seemed to be in a particularly chatty mood and gave you quite a few personal insights, so you figured it might just be okay to ask him about his family. You were both indulging in some whiskey and at the beginning it seemed to have lifted some of his secretive nature. You even catch him smiling at one point. Like a full-on laugh. But that changes immediately once you ask him about his son.

“So, what was Carl like? That’s your son’s name right? I think I read it in a news article somewhere?”

The noise of his cutlery clashing against the porcelain plate startle you. You immediately fix your gaze to your own plate, not wanting to look at his furious face and be reminded of the incident in his study. Your intentions were innocent enough but you knew you had overstepped a boundary. Instead of rage or screaming, his eerie soft but sharp voice tells you it’d probably be best to retire for the night. You mumble a quiet “sorry” but he’s already out of the dining room.

With that you’re left alone, food half eaten and the light mood of the evening ruined.

It bothers you. The way his mood changes so dramatically. It was difficult to navigate. On one hand you feel welcomed and heard and safe in his presence and on the other hand you feel like walking on very thin ice around him.

You were also sick of apologizing for asking questions. He seemed to know everything about you, yet you had no idea who the man you were staying with was. For the next day he was nowhere to be seen. Your trust had been broken.

You decide to distract yourself with books and a cup of tea, spiked with rum to ease your nerves. That evening you eat dinner on your own. Sulking in your own stupidity in thinking such a manipulative, egoistic man would open up to you. You still couldn’t even figure out what his intentions with you were. What did he want? Why were you still here? After all, it has been two weeks or so.

Time seemed to fly by when you were in company with either the Baron or Oeznik, but when you were alone it was like living in a never-ending dream. Not necessarily a nightmare, but the sort of dreams that made you feel stuck and anxious.

After dinner you decide to lounge around the living room, nursing a glass of the expensive liquor stashed in a cupboard next to the bookshelves. Alcohol helps pass the time, you figure. You were staring at the words in a random book, absently touching the stitched up wound above your left eye when his voice interrupts your aimless thoughts.

“We should probably take out those stitches. The wound seems healed enough.”

It wasn’t a question or a request. It was a command to get up and follow him into the downstairs bathroom.

He instructs you to sit down on the edge of the bathtub, where he kneels in front of you, unpacking the medical kit which seems to have magically appeared. You feel yourself caught in a sort of haze, intimidated by the situation. You’ve never been this close to the man before.

Perhaps that time in the warehouse where he carried you towards safety but having him in front of you, on his knees, face so close you could feel the ghost of his breath on your cheek not only made you blush, but also tense up.

You try avoiding his keen stare, rather just looking down at your sweaty hands fumbling around nervously.

When you dare to look up for individual short moments you notice light freckles on his skin. Also some stubble on the cheeks. But his face seems soft, even with his focused gaze, eyebrows furrowed to assess the wound on your forehead.

Whenever you feel your staring becomes too intense or obvious and you look down again, his smell overtakes your senses. His cologne smells citrusy, mixed with notes of cedar wood. 

You curse yourself for being so desperate. It must be your lack of social interaction with other humans besides him that makes you so overwhelmed with the closeness. Needless to say, it is an invasion of your private space, whether you appreciate it or not, you can’t really tell just yet.

After assessing the healing process of the wound Zemo mumbles a simple “looks good” and proceeds to take out tweezers and medial scissors.

It’s in that moment that he briefly catches your stare. For some unknown reason, instead of avoiding his eye, you decide to look right back at him. It’s probably only a fraction of a second but it feels like minutes of staring into each other’s eyes and by the time he finally concentrates on your forehead again you’re a wreck. Shaking even more than before and trying to breath as quietly as possible. What was wrong with you? Why did he have that effect on you?

He must have noticed your discomfort as he tells you that “it’s alright, just stay calm and relax” while he’s preparing to remove the stitches.  

It really just isn’t that easy to relax when your brain decides to completely eliminate the function of self-control and all you can think about is the fact that your kidnapper/host/new-friend-who-also-happens-to-be-a-Baron-AND-a-terrorist is actually quite an attractive man and very caring and gentle when he wants to be. His fingers just ever so slightly ghosting over your skin, giving you goosebumps all over. Underneath all those rigid, strong features definitely lies something soft and vulnerable.    

You try to calm yourself down, you really do. Closing your eyes and easing your breathing when Zemo suddenly burst your meditative bubble.

“He loved Turkish delights.”

Your eyes snap open, finding Zemo’s but he’s not looking at your confused expression, but instead focusing on the wound above your left eye. He senses your confusion though.

“Carl. My son.”

Now you were even more stunned. He was actually opening up. In all of the possible situations, he chooses to tell you about his son while being mere inches from your face. But you didn’t want to break the spell. Staying quiet and assuming he talked to distract you, why he chose such a personal topic, you didn’t know but you appreciate his story.

He tells you about how Carl was a tough kid. Nothing ever hurt too much and he wasn’t scared of anything, besides maybe wasps. But he most likely got that from his father. 

  He would come home from playing outside spotting bruises and cuts from branches or wounds from falling from his bike but he’d be so casual about it. Simply asking for a band aid, just to rip it off again after a few hours because it was “annoying on his skin”. 

His mother was worried he’d be too reckless, but she knew he’d learned from his father to always calculate the risks. 

It was only once, when he suddenly came running from playing with friends outside. When jumping over a little stream somewhere in the woods surrounding the Zemo’s Estate he must have slipped and cut himself quite deep on his shin on a sharp rock. The ever cool Carl he was, he told his friends it was nothing, just a scratch and he’d just get a band aid real quick.

  He really did try to hold back the tears, but when he spotted his father sitting on the balcony and alarmingly getting up when he saw his boy limping towards him, blood running all over his legs, the tears came, even for tough Carl.  

The wound was quickly fixed up, the tears dried and the mood lifted with a treat of Turkish Delights. 

“With all my efforts, I've always encouraged him to freely express his emotions. And not to shy away from embracing his weaknesses.” He sighs.

“But then again, I suppose I wasn’t much of a role model in that regard.”

You don’t know what to say. You want to say something. Anything. Mostly you want to thank him for opening up. For telling you about something so intimate. Essentially telling you about his own failings. Making himself vulnerable, right in front of you.

“I think he still really looked up to you. And I don’t think you failed.”

It’s all you say.

Zemo has long finished taking out the stitches but he’s still there. Not having moved from his position and it seems you’re back to simply staring at each other. In that moment he looks like a normal man. A bit of a broken man but a genuine one. An open book, really to be read and ready to be understood.  You catch yourself wanting to touch him then. Just softly run your hand along his cheek, or just give him a hug, a long one. You search his face, wanting to take in as much as possible, before the moment expires or worse: it turns out to have been a dream. He’s doing the same, his stare dropping to your lips in an almost antagonizing rhythm. It takes everything in you not to reach out. You’ve never been one to make first moves, and you feel it isn’t your place to take action or advantage of his vulnerability. So you wait, and continue to stare and hope he just leans in and kisses you already. You know it probably isn’t a good idea, but you also feel it to be something you both would need at the moment.

It could be your imagination but you feel as if he was leaning even further into your space, ever so closer, breath hitching and heart beating too fast, too loud in your chest….

“Right… the scar should heal quite nicely.”

It is pure disappointment. The way he pulls back in the last second, right before you could have tasted his lips, mumbling whatever about your scar. You just nervously clear your throat and thank him.

He’s stood up and is out of the bathroom before you can even think about saving the situation.

Needless to say, that night you can’t sleep. And for once, it’s not because of nightmares.

You lie there, wondering if his thoughts are circling around as well.

#helmut zemo fanfic #zemo fic #helmut zemo #baron zemo #zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #mcu #baron zemo x you #zemo x you

[oncasette]

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄…

✷ here’s a list of characters i currently write for + some common themes / tropes i tend to enjoy !

✷ favs, requests open, requests closed, *sfw only

in terms of requests! my ask box is always open but i reserve to write or not write anything that comes in. i keep everything in the bin in case one day it sparks something!

✷ links lead to fan castings!

BAND OF BROTHERS. babe heffron, joe liebgott, george luz, donald malarky, eugene roe, dick winters

DC. barry allen, adrien chase, rick flag, dick grayson, harley quinn, jaime reyes, tdk!bruce wayne

EIGHTIES. ferris bueller, darry curtis, charlie dalton*, jason dean, kevin dolenz, cameron frye, johnny lawrence, blane mcdonough, steven meeks*, ronald miller*, knox overstreet*

HARRY POTTER. regulus black, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, theseus scamander, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood

TED LASSO. roy kent, ted lasso, jamie tartt

MARVEL. druig, kate bishop, eddie brock, frank castle, scott lang, matt murdock, mcu!peter parker, tasm!peter parker, steve rogers, peter quill, helmut zemo

MILES TELLER. willard hewitt, andrew neiman, vinny pazienza

OBX. rafe cameron, jj maybank, topper thornton

PEDRO PASCAL. jack daniels, din djarin, frankie morales, javier peña, marcus pike

SCREAM. ethan landry, stu macher, charlie walker

STRANGER THINGS. steve harrington, jim hopper, eddie munson

TOP GUN. bradley bradshaw, nick bradshaw, tom kazansky, jake seresin, beau simpson

MISC. astarion cunin, carlisle cullen, walt finnegan, mark grayson, logan huntzberger, percy jackson, peeta mellark, benny miller, eric northman, kai parker, harvey specter, stiles stilinski, jesse swanson, thomas webb, phil wenneck, sebastian wilder, pacey witter, charlie young

TROPES I’M PARTIAL TO... mutual pining, fake dating, lovers to enemies to lovers, (childhood) best friends to lovers, summer love, vampire!au, domesticity, age gap, guy falls first, hurt/comfort, second chance romance, roommates to lovers, old money!au, dad’s best friend, best friend’s brother

TROPES I WON’T WRITE… non-con, rpf, pedophilia, age play/regression, pet play, anal play, water sports, scat, sister!reader (ex. eddie munson x henderson!reader)

#nav

[cicaklah]

fandom: the falcon and the winter soldier

pairing: winterfalcon

rating: oh LORD they fuckin (and they fuckin GOOD)

summary: In which Zemo mansplains, manipulates and manwhores his way out of boredom and Sam and Bucky into each other’s pants.

tagged: helmut zemo is my whatever-we-use-instead-of-spirit-animal-these-days, I use my multiple degrees in economics to badly explain why everyone loves steve rogers, everyone loves steve rogers and its a problem for them, Mansplain Manipulate Manwhore, is it humid in here or is it our blistering sexual tension?, well in delacroix louisiana the weather forecast is hunks hunking hunkily, hetero-man-friends, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Kissing in the Rain, Romance, deus ex fruit baskets, screwball comedy, the cicak special, Marvel Trumps Hate 2022, Jazz - Freeform

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So last autumn I was flattered to join the charity auction Marvel Trumps Hate, and I was won by two people for an extremely lovely amount. I then...got some terrible writers block for literal months, but I have managed to conquer it, so please, enjoy this fic!!! There will be another one along soon, I promise <3

This wouldn't have been possible without the title track, so make sure you enjoy some ice cold jazz while you read an idiot trying to get two other idiots to fall in love.

#winterfalcon #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #winterfalcon fic #sam x bucky #sambucky fic #tfatws #tfatws fic #marvel trumps hate

[averagewriter-inthedark]

SFW Alphabet | Helmut Zemo HC

Link to my marvel masterlist

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Zemo has been through a lot and realizes just how quick one can lose everything they care about. He’s very affectionate with you whether it be in private or in public. He likes to brush hair from your face only to caress your cheek. Kissing is something he likes to reserve for when you two are in private, but every so often he will lightly kiss your cheek or even your lips with people around.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start)

More than likely you two started off as enemies. Friendship, let alone romance, was the last thing you expected to find with Zemo. You were assisting Sam and Bucky on their quest to find the source of the super soldier serum and as you know, Zemo hates Avengers. Once you saved his life and vice versa, you two formed a mutual respect for one another.

As friends, Zemo would be there to listen if you needed to rant about what was bothering you or work related stress. He’d make you coffee or a drink if you asked and would help you with anything you asked. He’s a very reliable friend, which is the best thing you could ask for.

C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Zemo loves to be held. The nightmares of his family often haunt him as so the memories of what he did during his time in the military. He loves when you open your arms up to him and let him nuzzle his face into your neck. It makes him feel safe and keeps the nightmares at bay.

Let it be known though that Zemo loves to hold you just as much as he himself likes to be held. He’ll press his chest into your back while wrapping an arm around your waist. It brings comfort to Zemo knowing your with him and he basks in the warmth you radiate.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

It would be some time before Zemo thought of settling down with you. It was understandable. He was married with a child and lost them tragically so it’s a strong fear of his that the same would happen to you and any future children you may decide to have.

Although he has people to do it for him, Zemo is an exceptional cook and knows how to clean. Nothing pleases him more like a home cooked meal and spotless home so you often will find him tidying up after a long day. You love when he makes traditional Sokovian dishes for you to try.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would not be ideal for Zemo to end things with you. The only time he could see it happening is if old enemies from the past were threatening you and it was safer for you to not be in his life. It would break his heart to break up, but he would assure you that when the time is right he’d be there to pick up the pieces.

F = Fiancé(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As mentioned earlier, commitment in the regards to marriage is something Zemo would need time to consider. He knows he loves you to the point he’d kill everyone on earth if you asked him too and would love nothing more to spend his entire life with you. After time together, he’d really only do it if you really wanted to.

Zemo would be the one to take you to the courthouse and get it over and done with if you two were in a life and death situation. Then after it’s all said and done with the threat gone, you both would have a ceremony if you pleased.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Zemo is very gently when it comes to how he treats you. Anyone else he is cold. For example, on a mission with you where you were held at gun point, Zemo blew his brains out before coming up to you to give you a kiss and stroke your face. Then he asked what you wanted for dinner.

The Baron is also very in tune with your feelings. He can sense when something is bothering you and will ask if you want to talk or need space. Whatever you say he will respect, which is something you’re very grateful for.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are very intimidate for Zemo. It is often a rare occurrence where Zemo will ask for a hug or simply does it without a heads up. They are full of love and appreciation where he will hold you tight to his chest and nuzzle his face into your neck. The hugs will last several minutes when Zemo is very drained or there was an incident where one of you were nearly died.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

The first time Zemo told you he loved you was almost eight months after you two finally put a label on your relationship. It came at a time where it sort of happened. That feeling he remembered with his wife had washed over him one starry night as you two were looking over the balcony of a hotel. The second his eyes hit your profile where he could see the awe of your gaze at the night sky, he knew he loved you and would do anything to keep that smile on your face.

After that, Zemo says the phrase regularly. It’s at least once or twice a day he will whisper the words against your ear. And in the cases where you two are separated on a mission, Zemo will look deep into your eyes while squeezing your hand before saying it. Then he’ll give you a passionate kiss and tell you he’ll be waiting for you on the other side.

#helmut zemo headcanon #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo imagine #zemo imagine #Zemo headcanon #zemo x reader #baron zemo #baron zemo headcanon #baron zemo x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #baron helmut zemo

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 102

Welcome to Week 102

For the month of July I will adding new or small blogs to this list. This is in honor of hitting over 100 lists and 2 years of doing this. So please give these people your time like you would for well known/bigger blogs.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old.These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​ & Header by @chaotictarlos​

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 9 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​

Chrome & Leather - Chp 12 - (Billy x Reader, former Steve x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

Mafia Pet - (Zemo x Reader) - @animnerd​​

My Little Princessa - (Zemo x Reader) - @/animnerd

Interrogation - (Ari x Reader) - @astheskycries​​

Risky - (Ari x Reader) - @/astheskycries

Incessantly - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckysbruni​​

Someday - Part 1 - Part 2 - @buckys-bbarnes​​

Having a bad day/take it out on Bucky - @/buckysbruni

Make Me Think Twice (1) - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @cryptidcasanova​​

Heathens - (Bucky x Reader) - @/cryptidcasanova

day one - (winter soldier x Reader) - @sgt-seabass​​

Slip of the Tongue - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Ransom Undelivered - (Bucky x Reader) - @lovelyavengers​​

Not Lovers - (Bucky x Reader) - @/lovelyavengers

Saturday Mornings - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) - @delaber​​

Love is a Dagger - (Loki Laufeyson) - @/delaber

Worthy of Heaven - (Ari x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming​​

To the Moon and Stars and Back Again - (Chris x Reader) - @denisemarieangelina​​

I Never Knew - (Chris x Reader) a @/denisemarieangelina

Fireworks - @writercole​​

Birthday - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan​​ 

The Birdcage - Chp 5 - @caffiend-queen​​ 

Ain't No Sunshine - (Steve x Reader) - @writerwrites​​

Taken Care Of - (Frank C x Reader) - @fictional-affairs​

Chores - (Bucky x Reader) - @/fictional-affairs

I Choose You - (Steve x Reader) - @fluffycutecevans​​

New Venture - (Frank x Reader) - @/fluffycutecevans

Alpha Andy Handcuffed - @ghotifishreads​​

A Canary to Bring My Message Home - (Curtis x Reader) - @/ghotifishreads

Happy Birthday Steve - @/animnerd

Shirt - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Blue Moon - Chp 1 - Chp 2 - (Stucky x Reader) - @lfaewrites​​

Sounds of Silence - (Dean x Reader) - @jensengirl83​

Will You Still Love Me - (Dean x Reader) - @/jensengirl83

Little Spiderbro - @justalonelyslytherin​​

Big Sister (to the) Rescue - (Steve x Reader) - @/justalonelyslytherin

Language - (Steve x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81​

Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy - (Frank C x Reader x Ari) - @/late-to-the-party-81

Shed My Skin: The Story of Polaris - Chp 1 - Chp 2 - @leiamorgainedelalunewriter​​

Chamomile Tea - (Andy x Reader) - @lexivass​​

The Stove Situation - (Ari x Reader) - @/lexivass

Omega on strike - (Ransom x Reader) - @holylulusworld​​

Mercy - (Jake “hangman” x Reader) - @/writercole

Home Run Romance - 1 - (Nat x Reader) - @lovelyavengers​​

SUSPICIONS - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

The Perfect Fit - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Grandma's recipe - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

I Really Love Being Your Friend (Epilogue) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim​

Gone, Baby Part 6 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde​

The dutiful - Part 1 - Part 2 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @misguidedasgardian​

୨୧ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 ୨୧ - (Chris x Reader) - @hansensgirl​

drowning in your love - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @bonky-n-steeb​

Battle - (Steve x OFC) - @/nekoannie-chan

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #billy russo x ofc #zemo x reader #ari levinson x reader #loki x reader #chris evans x reader #frank castle x reader #curtis everett x reader #stucky x reader #dean winchester x reader #andy barber x reader #jake hangman x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #lloyd hansen x reader

[5ummit]

This poll is reblog-locked because I'm ONLY interested in the demographics of my followers. I'm sure some outside votes will still slip in but I'm trying to contain it as much as possible.

The terms "pairing" and "ship" do NOT automatically imply romance is involved or that the relationship is healthy.

If your favorite Bucky pairing isn't listed, please pick "other" and feel free to tell me what it is in the replies (if you want). Do NOT use "other" as a cheat to pick more than one. You have to choose!

#polls #my poll

[blood-and-winter-buckynat]

Note: The show notes and the story synopsis are not final, this is just currently what I have in mind. Just not that I thought that Rogers: The Musical in Hawkeye was cringe and I want this to be an Avengers musical with a much higher quality.

Assassins In Love (An Avengers Musical)

Production Notes:

The story and the production design will incorporate elements from the comics, in particular the 616 timeline, but there will be references to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. References to the Avengers Assemble and Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cartoons are very welcome. The goal of the production is to be fan service in good taste, but in such a way that non-fans can also enjoy it.  Action scenes/language/sensuality will be kept at the PG-13 level.

The songs will be in the style of classic Broadway and Disney musical numbers, with touches of hip-hop and big band jazz. The superheroes and villains in their fight scenes will wear bright, colorful costumes based on their comic book and film counterparts.

The majority of the story takes place in 2010s New York City. Scenes with flashbacks and travel to other places can be depicted with lighting and stage effects.

Genres: Action, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Suspense, Spy thriller

Characters:

Starring Characters: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Supporting female characters: Sharon Carter/Agent 13, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Pepper Potts appears at the party in Act I and in the Finale

Supporting Male characters: Steve Rogers/Captain America and Sam Wilson/Falcon; Tony Stark/Iron Man, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, and of course Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Villains: Alexander Pierce/Red Skull and Madame B from the Red Room; Kingpin also appears briefly in Act II

Avengers Chorus: Vision, Thor, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Scott Lang/Ant-man and Hope Van Dyne/Wasp; Doctor Strange; Peter Parker/Spider-man, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver; Rhodey/War Machine

Villain Chorus (for opening Avengers battle): Including but not limited to Loki, Baron Mordo, Mysterio, Doc Ock, Whiplash, and Zemo

Extras: NYC Civilians, SHIELD/Hydra agents

Clint Barton’s family from the MCU will be mentioned throughout the play and appear in the finale

Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter will have a romance that parallels and foils Bucky and Natasha’s relationship; they will be a couple by the end of the show.

Story Synopsis

ACT I:

Prologue—(The prologue will be depicted in a montage of scenes and dances with minimal dialogue).

Steve Rogers/Captain America and Bucky Barnes were best friends and fought side-by-side in World War II. At the end of the war, Captain America goes missing and Bucky is captured by Hydra. Red Skull turns Bucky into the Winter Soldier and uses him as an assassin to enforce Hydra’s agenda.

Meanwhile in Russia, the Red Room headed by Madame B trains young girls to be assassins but incorporates ballet into their program. Young Natasha Romanoff is one of the best pupils in the Red Room. Red Skull and Madame B arrange to have the Winter Soldier train with teenaged Natasha.

In modern times, Captain America returns. He fights the Winter Soldier only to discover that his opponent is his long-lost friend Bucky. Bucky goes into hiding.

Present Day

The Avengers save New York City from a team of supervillains. After the battle, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff have a personal chat. Steve is adjusting to the modern world. However, ever since his encounter with the Winter Soldier he suspects that Hydra could be building in secret. He is also looking for Bucky but so far the search is fruitless. Natasha Romanoff is content with her existence as an Avenger, but she wonders if she can ever have a normal life and do something besides be an assassin. Sam Wilson arrives to tell Steve that Bucky has turned up.

At the headquarters of SHIELD, Director Nick Fury suspects that Hydra is rising again and warns Phil Coulson and Maria Hill to be on the lookout. Hydra is, in fact, operating under Fury’s nose, led by the Red Skull disguised as Alexander Pierce. Pierce works in a high-profile position at SHIELD. Madame B pays Pierce a visit, and together they plot to destroy the Avengers and help Hydra take over the world. Throughout the play, Madame B is in the background of various crowded scenes, spying on the characters.

After spending months in hiding, Bucky Barnes is in Brooklyn, his and Steve’s childhood home. Bucky is living in the streets while trying to remember his past and put his Winter Soldier days behind him. Steve Rogers finds Bucky and offers him material help. After some persuasion and argument, Steve gets Bucky to move in with him and Sam. Steve also invites Bucky to a party that night being thrown by Tony Stark.

Tony Stark throws a party at the Avengers Tower in Manhattan. While the other guests enjoy the party, Bucky sees Natasha Romanoff from across the crowded room. He remembers her from the Red Room. Natasha sees Bucky also, and she recognizes him. They meet and they talk briefly.

A few days after the party, she goes to Central Park and she sees Bucky again. They discuss their shared past.

Steve gets Bucky a job at SHIELD as a super-agent. For his first assignment, Bucky is sent out with Natasha Romanoff. It is at this point that Bucky recognizes that he has a growing romantic attraction to her.

ACT II:

Bucky has a hard time hiding his feelings for Natasha from the other Avengers. The Avengers and their coworkers at SHIELD believe that Natasha might like him back, but she is in denial. Nick Fury sends Bucky and Natasha undercover to a party in Manhattan hosted by Kingpin. Natasha and Bucky dance together at the party, and then they fight Kingpin’s thugs and arrest the crime magnate.

After the party, Natasha and Bucky frequently go on assignments together, but they also start seeing each other outside of work. Bucky is unsure about where to take his relationship with Natasha. He goes to Steve for advice, and as they reminisce about old times, they rekindle their former friendship. Later, Bucky summons up his personal courage and he tells Natasha that he loves her. They start ‘officially’ dating as a couple, but Madame B is spying on them. Maria Hill, however, is in turn spying on Madame B. Hill tips off Fury that Hydra is going to make their move.

Natasha rented an apartment in Manhattan (furnished by SHIELD) for an ongoing assignment and she is staying there while she and Bucky are dating. Madame B breaks into Natasha’s apartment while she is getting ready for a date with Bucky. Natasha is overpowered and tied to a chair. Then Madame B disguises herself as Natasha and she goes out and captures Bucky.

The Avengers receive Nick Fury’s call for help and they ‘Assemble’ to take out Hydra. Sharon Carter makes a phone call to Natasha and learns that Natasha has been captured and that Bucky is being lured into a trap. While the Avengers go to save Bucky, Natasha attacks her guards and frees herself to go join the Avengers.

When the Avengers come to rescue Bucky, Alexander Pierce reveals himself to them as Red Skull. There is a battle between the Avengers and the Hydra sleeper agents. Natasha arrives, and during the combat she and Bucky steal several moments to ask each other if they are all right. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes take turns fighting the Red Skull. Red Skull attempts to set off a bomb, but Natasha disables it. Bucky kills Red Skull. Madame B and the other Hydra agents are arrested. Bucky asks Natasha to marry him and she says yes.

Finale: The Avengers throw a big wedding for Bucky and Natasha.

@sharingsharoncarter @burninblood @bolshoiromanova @agentxthirteen

#broadway musicals #theater pitch #musical theater #my fan art #aesthetic collage #cw: blood #long post #buckynat #natasha romanoff #black widow #winter soldier #bucky barnes #avengers #hydra #shield #red skull #madame b #new york city #romance #the red room #ballet #steve rogers #captain america #buckynat wedding #assassins in love: the musical #maria hill #sharon carter #staron

[morguevampire]

(Un) Fortunate Encounters - Masterlist

This is the masterlist for a multi-chapter Helmut x fem!reader fic that I am currently working on! It's a slow build romance and my first adventure into the Zemonation!

Let me know what you think! Comments, likes, reblogs are always appreciated!

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summary:  You already had enough shit to deal with in your life and probably could have done without bumping into a wanted Sokovian terrorist/criminal by accident. Of course this random encounter had to turn into a whole new mess but could it perhaps turn into something beautiful?

warnings/tags: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of torture, drinking, mild alcoholism, dark themes, slow build romance, not really Stockholm syndrome but that’s up for interpretation 

chapters: 4/?

pairings: Helmut Zemo x fem!Reader

You can also find this work on Archive of Our Own

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Chapter One: Strangers Chapter Two: Unconscious Chapter Three: Unfamiliar Chapter Four: Night Terrors Chapter Five: Exploring Chapter Six: Stitches

#masterlist #helmut zemo #helmut zemo fanfiction #zemo fanfiction #Helmut Zemo x Reader #Helmut Zemo & Reader #Helmut Zemo x you #Helmut Zemo/reader #Baron zemo x reader #MCU #FATWS