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Life Of Luxury - Helmut Zemo X Female Reader

Title: Life Of Luxury

Helmut Zemo X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Oeznik (Mentioned)

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WC: 1,053

Warnings: Slight suggestiveness, and it's just too cute

The sun gently shined through the white curtains, hitting your face with its rays. You yawned and stretched, feeling the silk sheets against your skin. Raking your hand on the other side of the king-sized bed, you only meet with the cold sheets. You sighed before you sat up and scooted off the bed. You placed your feet on the fuzzy light pink rug below you, wiggling your toes as you stood. You slipped on a pair of matching pastel blue pajama pants that went down to just above your knees and slipped on your fluffy white robe. The neckline trim was fluffy, while the fabric was slightly see-through and airy.

You made your way to your husband's closet, grazing your hand across the hanging shirts hanging up, you stopped at one. Your favorite shirt of your dear husband's, a black button-up from Gucci. You loved how it looked on him. You grabbed the garment and quickly changed from your nightshirt to the Gucci one, leaving the last two buttons unbuttoned; showing off your clavicle.

You smirked at yourself in the full-length mirror and nodded. "Nice."

You chuckled as you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you softly. You then walked to your closet and headed in. You told your husband that you didn't need a walk-in closet like his, but he insisted that you had one. Passing the many Gucci, Chanel, and Juicy Couture, you went straight to your Pink leggings. Grabbing a pair of leggings that matched the now stolen shirt, you slid them on and threw your dirty clothes in your laundry basket; before hanging up your robe.

Walking out into the vast hallway, you got a running start before you slid across the marble floor on your socks. You laughed, trying to keep your balance, stopping as you entered the floor's living room. You didn't care if it was childish, you were having fun and taking advantage of the situation.

Walking down the elegant stairs, and taking a glance at the crystal chandelier above you, you made your way to the kitchen, where you then found your husband. There he was, cooking something on the stove, wearing a dark gray shirt and black slacks. His hair was still damp and stuck to his forehead; the scent of lavender wafted around him. He looked over at you, giving you a smile before turning back to what he was doing.

"Good morning, my love." You greeted, kissing his cheek.

He turned to you, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into his side, "Good morning, my dear."

He placed the spatula down, turning off the stove in the process. "I made pancakes."

You smiled and gave him a peck on the lips, "Sounds delish."

Placing his hand on the back of your head as he pulled you closer, kissing you again, "You look lovely this morning. Is that my shirt?"

You giggled, "Maybe... Thank you by the way."

He smirked, took the plate from the counter, and handed it to you. "Here's breakfast."

You took the plate and headed to the table; sitting down in your usual spot, your husband following, sitting beside you.

"So, you left the bed to cook me breakfast?" You asked, pouring tons of syrup on your pancakes.

He shrugged, "I thought it would be a nice surprise."

You snorted a laugh before you popped a bite of pancake into your mouth. It tasted scrumptious.

"Hm," you hummed, chewing the sugary goodness. "Oeznik too busy today?" You asked teasingly.

"You don't like them?" He asked, and you shook your head, laughing lightly.

"Of course I like them. Honestly, they taste better than when Oeznik does make them... But, I did miss you this morning. I wanted to cuddle." You faux pouted, making Helmut chuckle.

"It tastes better because I add something to them." He spoke and you paused before taking your bite to look at him.

"What do you add?" You asked, licking your fork of syrup.

He smiled, "Something extra."

You raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, "And what is this 'extra'?"

He blushed, before placing a hand on his chest. "Love."

You rolled your eyes, sitting back normally in your seat, "Of course... But why is it that every time I eat your food prepared by Oeznik, it tastes just as good? Does Oeznik put love in your food and not in mine?"

He grinned, "Maybe."

Even though he knew you just loved to eat his food more than your own.

You smirked, "No, I think I am right."

He chuckled, "I know you're right."

After finishing your pancakes, and sipping your water, you spoke up again.

"Do you have any plans today?" You asked.

Helmut shook his head, "Not really."

You gave him a questioning look, "Are you sure? You don't have any work to do?"

He frowned, "I don't think so, why?" He asked and you smirked.

Standing up from your chair, you pushed Helmut's chair back before sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.

"Well, I was thinking we could go somewhere together today." You said softly, resting your head on the crook of his neck, "Just the two of us."

He chuckled, "That sounds nice."

You kissed his shoulder. "It does..."

He shook his head and sighed, "Where were you thinking?"

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "I don't know. I just want to spend some time together." You kissed him on the lips, "Alone. No Oeznik."

He smirked, "I'm not one to deny my wife anything."

You laughed, standing up from his lap. He stood with you. "Then let's get going!"

He chuckled. "Alright."

You grabbed your bag and Helmut grabbed his signature jacket, before heading down into the large car garage. Skipping to one of your favorite cars, you pointed at it with a smile.

"Can we take the Alfa Romeo?" You asked.

He nodded, "Sure." He spoke, putting on his maroon leather gloves.

He opened the door for you, before climbing in himself. Once inside, he started the engine, humming to himself as he drove. You sat in the passenger seat, smiling. You watched the city pass by outside the window, listening to music. You and Helmut spent the day just driving around, seeing the sites. 

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Intertwined - Zemo (Chapter 2)

TITLE: “Intertwined” - Helmut Zemo (Detective AU)

FANDOM: Marvel (Modern AU)

CHARACTER: Helmut Zemo 

MAIN PAIRING: Helmut Zemo + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: When Zemo unexpectedly finds himself working in a new department, you change his world forever. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Chapter 2 is here. Please let me know what you think and feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V.  💜

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Tags: @norabrice1701 @tavners 🏷

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After nearly racing back to the precinct, you mull over important details. 

That victim lost their life, loved ones were informed, Zemo suggested that an expert marksman could be responsible, and this tragedy occurred in an apartment building, too. 

Yet, potential suspects hadn’t been confirmed as of late, not even neighbors or the summer party guests. 

“Could we trace something towards the victim’s background? Perhaps there were enemies.” Zemo sat beside you as a department tech clicked through another database. 

“Enemies? A college student was killed, Zemo. Not some global diplomat.” You immediately pull defenses and attempt to humanize this situation. Someone is dead, of course. 

“Consider every possibility. As I’ve said, no average civilian would pull their trigger this way to kill someone here.” Zemo continues. 

“What else do you suggest?” You cross both arms, wanting to leave. 

“If the killer’s bullet planned to send a message, then we should start again.” Zemo kept these riddles going and you nearly cast your eyes towards the ceiling. 

“Are you saying that we should interrogate the victim's family again?” Soon after, your heart drops. 

“No.” Zemo clarifies his response once the database tech leaves and you’re alone with him near this shut down computer. “Moving away from the inner circle could answer more questions. We have only learned some basics from paperwork.” 

Branch out. You think to yourself. 

****

“When are you coming home?” Heike asks the question through another call with Zemo. 

“Later than expected unfortunately. We haven’t even solved this case yet.” Zemo affirms, sighing for a moment as he paces. 

“Just come home…Please?” Heike settles down personal frustration and sends best wishes to her husband. There’s no other choice. 

“I will. I love you.” Zemo ends this call, sitting in silence. 

_________

The victim’s final roommates, two ironic Criminal Justice majors, meet you and Zemo in a private area. For the sake of this investigation, you cannot risk speaking in public. Of course, it’s known that anyone could be listening, even the perpetrator. 

“Nothing unusual happened. We all looked forward to graduation and said goodbye to each other after the ceremony on campus.” One roommate spoke up, shaking their head for a moment after recounting this version of their last few memories. 

“Was the victim social?” Zemo clears his throat, offering his own question rather than being cut off by other people. 

“As social as we could be during those years. Even I worked through our school's pre-law track.” The first roommate goes on. Meanwhile, their nearby classmate nods in silence, waiting for the chance to be addressed. 

All work, no play. More textbooks than tequila. Zemo glances towards you, silently agreeing. 

“Any issues?” You question them, trying to see if the classmates had significant problems. 

“No. All three of us got along.” The second roommate chimes in and softly grins this time around. 

Good on the surface. Now what? You’re standing at a proverbial crossroads right now. Any upcoming questions may very well shift everything. 

Before long, you turn to Zemo, who quickly catches your extra round of silence without saying much in return. He needs to help you out. 

In that moment, he knows so much better than to slide pictures from the crime scene. Recent television broadcasts show enough chaos. 

“How close was your relationship with the victim?” He questions both roommates and those wheels start turning in your head once more. Still, you stay mute, listening instead. 

“Not close like family, but we cared about each other. This whole situation is terrible.” That Pre-Law roommate holds their heart while looking at Zemo and furrows brows. 

“Thank you.” Zemo rises from a chair and gathers his favorite coat, ending this chat. You have no other choice but to follow him. 

“Did we answer your questions, Detective?” That Pre-Law roommate asks, still sitting down. 

“You both assisted.” Zemo glances over his shoulder, leaving through the exit with you almost trailing behind every footstep. 

****

“Flaky?” You question Zemo in this car, heading back to the precinct. 

“Everyone grieves differently of course, but something did not feel right.” Zemo sighs without facing you and concentrates on driving. His amber eyes lock towards the road. 

“Which roommate?” You squint again. 

“The Pre-Law student.” Zemo rasps through his accented English once more, trying not to lose composure. 

Shit. You think. 

***

Bingo. 

You found information on that “potentially suspicious”  pre-law student. After zipping right back to the precinct, more department techs clicked through open databases again. 

“All right. Let’s see: transfer student, full-ride scholarship to the university, affluent relatives.” You mark the so-called bulletpoints after printing off details. 

“Affluent relatives? How do that student’s parents earn income?” At this moment, Zemo nearly freezes, but immediately looks at you. 

“The guy’s father is a defense attorney and Mom owns this beach resort.” You clarify, holding up one part of the stapled part document. 

“Two different industries.” Zemo wipes down his exhausted face, plopping down in another chair and sitting across from you. 

“We should head to Dad first.” You suggest. “The defense attorney concept looks promising.” 

“Fair.” Zemo cuts. 

“Can’t hang?” You joke without giving much humor. On the other hand, Zemo cringes as he drinks chilled styrofoam tea. 

“I’m fine.” Zemo fibs, remembering that Heike would rather see him at home, not traveling everywhere in this country. 

“We’ll go tomorrow. Night.” You catch that lie from Zemo, but still don’t embarrass him. 

Both of you work to reorganize paperwork and lock down the filing cabinets, gathering belongings to leave. 

__________

Zemo can’t sleep that night. He’s pacing back and forth in the small hotel room, not enjoying luxury here. A glass of ice water, not whisky, rests in his leftward palm.  

One large view of blinding streetlights and downtown traffic casts beyond rear windows. No breathtaking architecture loomed in front of him. 

Come home. Heike’s gentle voice sends a reminder to Zemo’s thoughts. 

Seconds later, your face reaches his memory as well. 

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Helmut Zemo as a fashion designer/Suitkovia AU fic ideas and prompts! Some featuring Bucky. Idk why I love this AU so much but inspiration hit. Pls tag me if you use or get inspired by any of these! I’d love to read it! 💜

1. He’s sort of a mix between Miranda Priestly from Devil Wears Prada and Cruella De Vil from 101 Dalmatians (minus the make puppies into a coat thing). Zemo is either a widower or divorced with a son, Carl. Reader is the fresh new intern/second assistant who at first seems very naive, like a walking fashion faux pas and a total disaster. Everyone expects her to be fired soon, but Zemo keeps her on and as she transforms into a better version of herself and becomes his favorite intern/second assistant, she slowly breaks through that cold and cynical exterior of his and they fall in love.

2. Zemo’s upcoming designs were leaked then premiered by a rival designer of his through fault of reader’s relative. (“You had one job and you failed. Details of your incompetence do not interest me.”) This leak cost Zemo millions, so under threat of incarceration/a crippling lawsuit reader’s family can’t afford, reader’s first task is to come up with new designs within 30 days or some crazy deadline to make up for the ones that were leaked. She becomes an indentured employee and has to work for Zemo, and a fraction of what she would’ve earned for her work is deducted from her paychecks, in order to pay off the debt her family incurred from the design theft. But then uh oh what if they catch feelings? After all, it’d take months or years to pay off that debt.

3. Reader has an identical twin sister who works as the latest cover model for Zemo. Your sister respects him as her employer, but she can’t stand him as a person, believing him too narcissistic or too megalomaniacal. Something unexpected happens in your sister’s life that makes her ask (more like beg) you to switch places as Zemo’s cover model and pretend to be her just for a few weeks. Nobody will even notice and Zemo especially won’t since he’s so busy and traveling all the time, she assured you. But modeling is much harder than you thought it would be. You’re camera shy and awkward, and things get more tense when Zemo changes his schedule and ends up getting more involved during the shoots and run throughs, directing the photographers and acting as head stylist.

He just thinks your “behavior shift” is a new technique your sister’s using to give off the shy, coy flirtatious look and he loves it. He wants more of it. The longer you pretend to be your sister, the more you and Zemo bond and break down his walls as he opens up to you. You develop a friendship which may turn romantic. When it comes time for you and your sister to switch back before her trip abroad for Fashion Week, the situation becomes complicated as Zemo is left wondering why he’s suddenly getting the cold shoulder and strictly professional treatment as if nothing’s happened. Why won’t you let him hold your hand or kiss you? He thinks he’s in love with your sister, but it’s you. It’s always been you. And the woman in front of him now is not you. And he isn’t aware of what you and your sister had done.

4. You're a tailor, working with only the richest and most famous of clients. You're in the middle of measuring your latest client when you accidentally press your fingers along his shoulder in the wrong spot while using the measuring tape and his left arm falls off.

(Possible AU where Zemo is a world renowned high-end fashion designer and you’re his adult daughter who falls in love with hot shot A-list actor Bucky when he comes into the office/shop for a suit. The more he comes in for repairs or adjustments, you start to think he’s purposely damaging his clothes as an excuse to see you. Your father doesn’t want you to date him for any number of reasons but you go against his wishes and it’s a secret love affair. OR a love triangle/Poly story between Zemo, Bucky, and you, where you work for Zemo but both of these highly famous and wealthy men want you.)

5. Your parents left you a tailoring business when they passed. You discover your parents were the creators of the most iconic superhero costumes in the world. Super heroes exist. All your childhood heroes are alive and fighting crime. You are not a hero nor do you have powers. Except your ability to tailor and repair damaged hero uniforms. A frequent customer enters your shop for repairs and you've had enough. The hero's costume was terrible. The townspeople think so, their dog thinks so, their sidekick is embarrassed to be seen with them, the villain stops his attack to comment on their fashion sense, and even the news reporter says their costume is bad.

6. Fantasy/hitman AU: You have recently inherited an old and well made wardrobe, along with a personal tailor from a family will. This wardrobe always has the clothes it turns out you’d most need on any given day; A dress or suit for an impromptu business opportunity, etc. Today, however, a bulletproof vest hangs within. And this tailor comes with skills that are said to be incomparable to anyone else's. “Just because I'm a hitman doesn't mean I can't be a good tailor.”

7. Zemo, A fashion designer, hires Bucky, a con man, to help sell his new collection at an upcoming fashion show. "Do you want to milk your guests for all the money they have or do you want to leave a good memory?" Bucky asks.

"Can I do both?"

The con man laughs, "Absolutely, here is what you do….” Reader is either a model, designer, or intern who gets roped in. Possible poly relationship or chaotic partners in crime trio.

8. Ghost AU: Being an aspiring fashion historian, you actively seek vintage clothing. You somehow managed to coax out a corset from a collector, however, as soon as you wear it, things start to go haywire, as the corset has a life of its own. Of course, it is harbouring a vengeful spirit! So When you first saw the ghost appear behind you in the mirror, you ran screaming. The second time, you were afraid, but you realised he didn't want to hurt you. Now you're both friends, and he often gives you helpful fashion advice. A horror movie where the only horror is the fashion choices.

9. Spy/Crime AU: You work for a cute little boutique as a seamstress. You are highly skilled, best known for your high-quality evening/formal wear and handbags. You typically cater to affluent businessmen and the like. Recently, an atypical customer stopped into your shop with a strange request and a LOT of money. How can you refuse? You're closing up the shop for the night when you see five men walk in through the front door and lock it behind them. You’re very surprised when one of the men go to an inconspicuous framed picture hanging on the wall. It’s just a picture of flowers or something generic, what’s so special— oh. He turns it counter-clockwise, revealing a secret passageway behind a one-way mirror.

After he performs the typical eye and hand scan, you’re ordered to follow. Turns out this “cute little boutique” has been a front for special operatives for many years. In their secret meeting place, they give you your new alias and the run down of your first assignment. You've been tasked with a special project: 12 poison-laced sweaters to go with a poison-laced dress. Later, You receive a knock at the door and an important looking man in a black tailored suit hands you a sealed envelope with your name on it. You open it to find a check written to your name for $65 million with the note, "Let's do this" in the memo.

10. Reader is the new PR intern/publicist for an anti-hero seamstress who specializes in making costumes for supervillains. What reader didn’t know is that the interview was actually a ruse to find the perfect doppelgänger. Reader is selected as the body double to get the seamstress out of an arranged marriage with her rival fashion designer and supervillain, Helmut Zemo. When you do finally meet him, you can’t help but think this guy's so boring. Too subtle. But your instincts as a journalist tell you something else is going on with him.

11. Bucky is the personal assistant and bodyguard of the reader, a famous fashion designer. The media knows that you have this intense long-standing rivalry against another fashion designer, Helmut Zemo. It means Bucky has done his job well since he’s secretly paid to hide the 'rivals’' secret dates and relationship from the public by perpetuating this false narrative of a never-ending animosity between you two.

12. Spy/Crime/Political Espinoage AU: You’re the Secret Service's Secret Seamstress. It’s your responsibility to protect the President from any possible wardrobe malfunction (ripped trousers, food stains, sweat marks, etc.) while in the public eye. You must take precautions before and during any large event. You unwittingly cross paths with Helmut Zemo, codename V. He’s a special kind of tailor, a man who not just fits clothes but also weapons for assassins and wet workers. He’s now getting ready to tailor the men who are about to start a revolution, the assassination of the world leaders. Other key players among this revolution are James “Bucky” Barnes, codename Winter and Sam Wilson, codename Falcon. And since you were in the wrong place at the wrong time and are now a witness, the only way these men keep you alive is if you become involved in the conspiracy and join their team. Perhaps they’ll fake your death and give you a new identity to go along with their newest round of aliases. You could be a sparrow, a secret agent trained in the act of seduction.

13. You work for Helmut Zemo and are the only person to not filter yourself around him. You’re not starstruck or intimidated by him in the slightest. He keeps you on because your brutal honesty is refreshing when he’s surrounded by fake smiles and major suck ups. The constant fawning and groveling gets old. You whip him back into shape whenever he’s being difficult. “Remind me again why I should feel bad for you? You got a supermodel wife that practically worships the ground you stand on, you have enough money to buy the whole country of New Zealand, and you live in the most expensive house on the planet! C’mon, man. You’re famous, handsome, and rich. So chop, chop, fix your hair and let’s get going.” God, he loves you. He hasn’t admitted it to you yet, but he’s been thinking of divorcing his trophy wife and marrying you instead. He might start an extramarital affair with you if he gets too impatient. It’s not like his wife is faithful to him anyway, their farce of a marriage is wide open.

14. Mean Girls inspired AU: You’re an aspiring fashion designer just like your famous and influential father, Helmut Zemo. But under his orders you’ve just been transferred from homeschooling to a prestigious private school for rich kids - with the most drab and boring wardrobe choices ever made. After your bodyguard, Bucky, drops you off at school, You fall in with a group of ‘mean girls’ on your first day. You, a self-proclaimed fashion guru, are dropped into a new world and challenge all your new peers’ questionable fashion choices - from hair to clothing, form and function. From there, you start to get into all kinds of teenage trouble: skipping school, partying, underage drinking, etc. Until one day you and your new girlfriends decide to ignore/stretch the limits of the school’s arbitrary dress code by redesigning the uniform and showing it off at school. Even if your transgressions land you detention or suspension and gets you in heaps of trouble with your dad, Bucky will back you up at least…You hope.

15. Sort of Pretty Woman inspired Sugar Daddy AU: You finally see him, the head of the fashion police: Helmut Zemo. And he’s caught you red handed in the middle of the street. “Did you steal my old clothes from the dumpster?"

"Sorry if I can't walk into a boutique and ask the clerk 'Excuse me, do you happen to have this $4,500 designer luxury Louis Vutton dress in the next size up?’ or throw away a $3,000 Prada suit and briefcase like it’s nothing.”

“I could call the police on you— Wait. Turn around. Let me get a good look at you.” Great, you’ve just met the guy and he’s already ordering you around and inspecting you like a prize cow at auction. “Here’s my offer: If you can pretend to be my girlfriend for the week and attend a few events with me, I’ll let this go and buy you whatever you want. You can talk with my stylist. He might be able to give you something to wear so that I don’t need to burn my eyes out every time I look at you. Do we have a deal? It doesn’t hurt anyone to give just an ounce of effort, you know.” Ok so he’s kind of a classist asshole, but you’ll take it since he’s offered you $3,000 and a new wardrobe to start. How hard can it be to act like arm candy?

16. Zemo is interested in curves and designs clothes for plus sized women. His models have to be size 12 or up. Bucky, his first assistant, has recently scouted you, a little miss nobody from down the street for the new cover model job. Zemo goes through first and second assistants quickly, but Bucky has managed to stay on the longest, so Zemo trusts his judgment. His last 9 assistants were all disappointments, to say the least. But he ultimately has the final say. You’ve just been brought in to meet him face to face for the first time. He looks at you over the rim of his glasses.

“Who’s this? The new option for the cover campaign. I told you I wanted a new look. One that says beautiful but also intellectual. Have you finally brought me a muse that can think as well as they look?”

“This isn’t about being the skinniest model or the prettiest model. This is an intellectual shoot. I want it to be different. I don’t want-“ He lets out a short exasperated sigh. “Let’s just say if I wanted another pretty face, I would’ve chosen from the next, what, twenty models that are standing outside of my office hoping to get a job. You know that many would kill to be in your position?”

17. Twilight Zone After Hours/Evening Primrose inspired AU: Reader is Helmut Zemo’s daughter and has lived in a shopping mall with him and the rest of her “family” who all consist of living mannequins. Or inanimate mannequins by day, living humans by night. Night at the Museum logic.

Reader discovers a man on the run, Bucky Barnes, has broken in and taken refuge from the world by hiding out in a department store. The leader of the group is Helmut Zemo, Reader’s adoptive father. Zemo permits Bucky to stay after Reader takes responsibility for him, advocating that he’ll be useful and she’ll keep him in line. Zemo spares Bucky’s life but warns him against doing anything foolish. Wherever Bucky goes, someone will always be watching. even if it’s not Zemo and even if it’s daylight. Over time, Bucky becomes smitten with Reader during their nightly visits.

Reader has lived in the mall since she got lost and separated from her ‘other mother’ as a child. Her memory is foggy but she believes she was once human, resurrected by Zemo in a new body through the same Pygmalion-esque means as he and all the other living mannequins. She has since been taken in as Zemo’s daughter after he lost his previous family, created in what he describes as the ‘perfect image of the daughter he and his lost wife never had.’

Reader is unhappy and wants to leave for good, but is afraid of the ‘Dark Men’, people who live in a nearby mortuary and work for her father. They’re hardly ever seen, but their overarching presence is still felt. Like an omniscient shadow that looks over them. Should someone try to return to the outside world and risk revealing the group's existence, the Dark Men take them away and another mannequin appears in their place. Reader tries to tell Bucky about her life when she was human, before her transformation, but realizes that most of her memories from before have been replaced with fabricated childhood memories as Zemo’s daughter. Her past self is practically gone. Bucky comes up with a plan while playing cards with Zemo and other mannequins, and Reader finally decides to leave with him. Bucky is initially reluctant to leave his now-comfortable life, but then understands that he loves Reader more than most things and they plan to elope. If there’s a way to turn mannequins human for the night, surely there’s a way to turn the mannequins human permanently! But then Zemo and the others hear their plans, and they call the Dark Men, as Reader and Bucky try to escape.

18. Spy AU: Something major has been going on in the underground crime world, and you’re asked to intern under Agent Zemo and go undercover to find out what it is. You're a tailor, spy master and survivalist who has both designed and worn state of the art disguises/outfits that allow you to conceal microphones, cameras, weapons, and anything else you may need according to the mission. Zemo is your boss and senior agent/director by night, and his cover as a fashion designer by day works well. He provides you with only the latest and best in his fashion lines, both for everyday and espionage. The latest tasks of which is impersonating a celebrity/socialite and designing a dress to be worn by a female spy at the World Summit as a bugging device so they can get very important intel.

The trouble is, the intended agent can’t perform the job for whatever reason. And you’re the only other woman with a close enough resemblance. So it looks like it has to be you, or else the whole operation is a bust. The closer you seem to get to uncovering the truth, the weirder things get. Zemo begins acting very strangely, when he starts receiving threats from anonymous persons - Magazine cut out notes urging him to work faster, untraceable phone calls with modulated voices, dead flowers, etc. You and he begin to piece the mystery together, but will either of you live long enough to see it through?

19. Journalist AU: You’re a journalist who’s been tasked by your chief editor to get an interview with Helmut Zemo, the country’s hottest fashion designer on the market. Every time you think you have a good story, a competitor gets to it first, so your workplace has been on your ass about getting this exclusive interview. Too bad Zemo is a very elusive and private man who doesn’t do many interviews, autograph sessions, or anything like that. He keeps to himself, outright refusing and slipping away from any news outlets no matter how hard they try to corner him. Your boss pitches a new idea: Zemo has never met you, so he has no idea what you look like. If you can go undercover, gain his trust, and find out everything you can about his personal and business life, then you’ll be promoted. A man like him must have secrets. You’re very attractive and intelligent, so if anyone can do this, it’s you.

When you do meet him for the first time, it’s not at a big fancy runway event or a rich person’s house party, but rather a coffee shop, a dog park, or somewhere else that’s common. He’s disguised in basic casual clothes and eyeglasses. In this outfit, he’s the little gray man. He looks so forgettable that nobody even recognizes him. Huh. Guess the drab “Clark Kent” disguise actually works. You get to talking and he doesn’t tell you who he is, even though you already know. He only says that he works “In retail” when you ask what he does for a living. You don’t tell him where you work or what you do either. Only that you’re at a “desk job”. But then uh oh when you and Zemo catch feelings for each other and what started off as pretend becomes real. Uh oh when Zemo feels hurt and betrayed after he finds out the truth about why you got close to him and that your “fateful meeting” was actually all a set up for your exposé piece.

20. You're a thug-for-hire guarding a warehouse for your boss, Helmut Zemo. And good thing, too: a mild-mannered journalist just tried to break in, but you knocked them out before they could cause any trouble. You decide to search their pockets for loose change--and have just found their superhero uniform and ID. (Journalist could be Bucky or whoever you want)

21. Zemo’s business empire is completely centered around his cold and ruthless persona. You’re a journalist who took up a job at a local tabloid for a quick source of cash between jobs. You’ve caught him secretly doing something nice, and on top of that, he was being nice to children. The story is due to come out tomorrow, and will ruin Zemo financially if it does. He must stop you.

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[hereticpriest]

The Bath

MDNI

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Baron Helmut Zemo x reader

Warnings: Cockwarming, mentions of previous violence between the two before their relationship began (he's a villain, they're ex-SHIELD guys c'mon), reference to a break-in.

Note: Liebling = darling, liebchen = sweetheart, bärchen = cute bear.

There are no rose petals in your bath.

Early on, your love had tried his best to be romantic, creating a path with rose petals to a large claw-foot tub that was absolutely teeming with them. The water was lightly fragranced, and while it had been the perfect temperature, you were covered in petals afterwards, including in some places that petals truly did not belong. You hadn't complained - you'd never put your sweet Baron down for trying to do something romantic for you - but he had somehow known how much you disliked them.

No, today, your bath is fizzy and bubbly from bath bombs. The shimmery swirl of the water doesn't bother you in the same way as the petals, and steam gently drifts from the surface to show it's the perfect temperature. You sigh blissfully, letting your lover take your robe from you and press kisses along your shoulders while you kick your slippers off into the corner out of the way. Zemo hangs up your robe for you, then takes your hand to help you into the clawfoot tub, a smile overtaking his face as you sink into the water with a happy moan.

"Good?"

"Perfect." You correct him, "Or, near enough."

"I love you dearly, liebchen, but I do not enjoy boiling quite like you do." He retorts, bending to kiss your forehead, then leaning against the counter in his adorable little silk robe. You pout at him, and he pouts right back, mocking you playfully. Eventually, as the water cools to a normal, livable temperature, he approaches to nudge you forwards and slip in behind you. You're both clean - freshly showered, but needing some intimacy and relaxation after a long, long day. Once he's settled, he lifts you carefully, holding you steady above him as he runs the head of his cock through your folds, then pulls you down into his lap, impaling you upon him. You curl into Zemo's arms, leaning against his chest and letting your eyes close, satiated in your fullness. It's been a while since you've been able to do this. He's been gone for nearly two weeks on a mission he's been very hush-hush about, but he returned to you unharmed, and that's all you can ask for. The hours of running around town with him after picking him up at the airstrip at the crack of dawn because you couldn't help but want to be there with Oeznik when he landed had certainly taken it's toll on you.

"Will you read to me tonight?" You ask him, and he squeezes you closer, tracing his fingertip over one pert nipple, then cupping your breast in his hand.

"Have I ever said no?"

You smile.

"Shortly after we first met. It was very rude of you, bärchen."

Zemo rolls his eyes at you, but his smile is fond as he presses it to your temple.

"You were very rude, liebling. You punched me in the throat." He reminds you, and you grin to yourself, pressing your bottom back into his hips.

"You broke into my house - how was I to know you were with my friends? Anyways, you've long forgiven me. I hardly think you were even mad, my love, you were rock hard when you pinned me to the wall. In my own home. That you had just broken into." Your voice is playful, and Zemo groans against your shoulder, knowing he has lost. It had been rather rude of him.

"Little did I know that the little ex-SHIELD agent would bend over my counter for me the moment we were alone in Riga. Besides, Sam told me that they called you." His stubble rubs against your neck, and you sigh, letting him rock you ever so gently as you take comfort in his arms.

"Excuses, excuses."

#helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #baron helmut zemo #female reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Visits

Fem!Baron Zemo x Male Reader

For @wildcardjgambit

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You had gotten your daughter out of the blast zone that was the Battle of Sokovia. And yet with all the loss, it wasn’t enough for your wife Baroness Helga Zemo. Her heart had turned cold, cold enough to commit atrocities in the name of your home country. She wasn’t always this way.

She was your light, a loving wife and mother. And now you hardly recognize the woman that stands before you behind several inches of bulletproof glass, bound in a straight jacket.

“Why?” is all you can ask.

“I did it for our home, the people we lost.” she answers back, tears streaming down her face. “Where’s my baby?”

“S-she couldn’t make it” you lied. The truth was that when little Marie saw her mother’s image up on the news screen with the words terrorist written across it. It broke her little heart, “that’s not my mommy” she cried.

You didn’t have much else to say to Helga, you just slipped her the papers you were dreading to deliver. You hoped it would never come to this but it wasn’t much left for a marriage nor was it the best life for your daughter.

Helga sighed and signed them. “I don’t regret what i did” she whispered as she slid them through the opening to you. “they took everything from us”

“And I tried to rebuild it for you. I don’t blame the Avengers. I just wish you had thought of Marie and I.”

And with that, you turned and left. The microphone allowing you to communicate with Zemo was shut off. And a good thing too, because if it was still on, you would’ve heard her cries of anguish.

The helicopter left the Raft, with you aboard. It dropped you off not far from the border of Sokovia. You found yourself feeling empty but you were ready to rebuild.

You found yourself at a nearby coffee shop, just trying to plan out yours and Marie’s next step. Your thoughts ran rampant when suddenly someone spoke up.

“Excuse me” a young Sokovian woman asked you, “is this seat taken? Everywhere else is full”

“Sure” you gave her a gentle smile, “I’m just planning things out”

“I know the feeling” the redhead smiled back

“Sorry I’m (Y/N)” you offered your hand. She took ahold of your hand and shook it gently.

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff”

You felt something jump within you when your hand shook hers. You’re not sure if it was the spark of something or maybe rather just finding solace with a fellow survivor. Maybe that’s all it had to be.

Fan Cast: Marion Cotillard as Baroness Helga Zemo

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[mariaxxxxx]

Welcome a Masterlist of Masterlist

Hello, I'm Maria E, She/They. Just a Brazilian girl who loves to write. I hope you enjoy my stories and forgive my bad English. My stories are for people of legal age (18+) Pay attention to warnings, please; Some themes can be sensitive and trigger triggers.🩷🩷

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Namor/K'ul'ku'kan

🐍 Love under the sunset (in progress)

🐍 Underneath the waves (in progress)

🐍 Dragon fruit (completed)

🐍 Fantasize ( completed)

Baron Helmut Zemo

🫐Blueberry (shortly)

🟣 The love you offer me ( completed)

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

🔫Cherry (completed)

🔫 Boy, I want your attention (completed)

Steve Rogers/Capitain America

🗽 Blackberry (completed)

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[addict-rat]

Night Ties

Summary: You were a very famous hunter monsters, one day you decide to go after a famous vampier, but he was very aware of that and he change all your life.

Paring: Helmut Zemo Vampire x F!Reader Human

Words count: 3595 words

Warnings: +18 explicit, mention of blood, poor written smut, p in v, spanks, unprotected sex, bitting, ropes, bondage, desk sex, a little CNC, bondage. fingering, dominant/submissive.

Author’s note: Holas, I was writting this long ago, but I kinda forget when I get obsses with Ch.ai and all that, but here it is, I might be writting more of Zemo in the future. Please feel free to write me for any mistake I made or any suggestion.

You had begun to make a name for yourself within the small towns that were frightened by all those over-natural beings. It was many of those people that lived dominated by supernatural beings, whether they were werewolves, witches, vampires, etc. However, among the people they were more feared and dominated by vampires and werewolves.

It was for that reason that you began to gain popularity, you were known as part of the good cause dedicated to killing or hunting such beings. Not only were you doing that, but they were very few, not many survived them, and for that very reason it was that very few wanted to take their lives to kill a few of them. The few people who did so had a reason to simply want to get rid of them.

You did it for revenge, your mother had been killed by one of them, all the people you lived in had been attacked by werewolves, but it was not them who killed your mother, you had managed to flee before they saw them. Deep in the woods when they thought the werewolves could no longer find them, they stayed for a moment near a river to grab strength and find safety, yet their mother heard noises in the distance, afraid that something might happen to you, I took her to a small cave near the river, told her to rest there and come out until there was sunlight. With the ingenuity of a child, he was obvious and did what I ask, when the light came out he called his mother without any answer from her, came out of the small cave, I looked for her by the gunmen until he found her pale and lifeless body.

She wasn’t looking to find the killers who killed her mother, because she knew she’d never find him, she knew it wasn’t human, what killed her, she knew it was what killed her, but again she wasn’t looking for her killer to never happen to anyone else. He was aware that he could not kill each of them, but with his perseverance and courage he could perhaps make more people unite and decide to end the dominance of these beings.

You had come to a small town where it was dominated by vampires, especially a special one. You knew how to deal with vampires, you’d learned from your group, they’d taught you their weaknesses especially. You could say that you were a little popular not only among humans but also within these "monsters", they had divided to hunt these vampires, it was expected that the majority lived in mansions or even castles, were arrogant and presumed most of them, but they were also intelligent, manipulative and persuasive.

You had decided to go ahead, you already had experience you did not believe that something could go wrong, so you had made a plan to get into that castle, which was simple, it was not like vampires had bodyguards or anything. They didn’t watch the whole castle, so you looked for a room that nobody had set foot in many years ago.

That’s how you ended up like this now, kneeling, your hands tied on a short chain that was stuck on the floor. You heard a few steps and saw a man dressed elegantly, his hair well-groomed. —What a foolish, hunter— he sneered, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. —I’m surprised you made it this far. You must be very brave or very dumb— You only stare at him as if you look could kill him. —Don't look at me like that, darling. Who are you to judge me? You are the one trespassing on my home. I could kill you right now for your insolence, if I so desired. But I feel... merciful— He say getting closer to him, in your position you have to look up to him, feeling like so insignificant in that position. —I don't know if you are brave or foolish, or just a bit of both— He was now very close to you, you feel his hand touching your cheek —You intrigue me.—

That took you for surprised other vampires they have just taken all your blood of your body and leave you completely drain. —How can I intrigue you? — Your voice sounds almost sarcastic, but there was confusion there. —Oh, little one, you’re so much more than “just a human”— He leans down and run a finger along your face, gently stroking your chin and jawline. —You have hunted my kind… Even I don’t really care about those ones, is really fascinating to see someone like you murdered that kind of vampires— He takes your chin tilting up so you can his eyes, his crimson red eyes, you could not deny that I cause you to send a chill in your spine. —But that doesn’t take the fact you’re very foolish to come to my home and try to kill me… You’re here not just by coincidence, I bring you here you alone… Ever since I found out about your existence, which wasn’t a year ago, I’ve been watching every step you take, every decision you make, piqued my curiosity, my dear… Of course I had to bring you here with me.—You feel his fingers caressing your chin as he doesn’t let you go, the two of them staring. —M-my friends… They know I’ll come here, they’ll get worried and they’ll come here to help me— Your voice trying sound convinced that they will come to rescue you. —Yes, they certainly would come here and try to rescue you… But let me ask you a question... Do you know how many hunters have entered my domain? How many have existed?… Like I told you, you’re here because I want you to be here alone, I know where your friends are, and I know who are with them, I can make your friends get killed right now, but I will not do that yet…—He says in a threatening voice —B-but there are a lot of people that know me… Th-they will get worried… And they know I’m here— You say with a desperation tone —Hmmm... I'm sure there are many that know you, yes. But what will they do about it, hmm? Come to my domain? The place where hunters never return from? I admire your courage, my love, but I do not think your "friends" are going to come rescue you... And talking about your friends, I know you love them because you see a family in them.— Your eyes get worried and surprised —What if we make a deal… You have two options, you can stay here and we both wait for your friends and I killed them one by one, slowly and painfully in front of you… Or you can save them by submitting to me and save them, but you have to behave or there will be punishments for you for your bad behavior… You’ll have to write a letter to your friends saying that you retired from vampire hunting, that you found love and now you’ll dedicate yourself to staying with him and pleasing him in all his spades… Now take your decision, but we don’t have all day, darling so you better hurry up— You couldn’t believe that not only he have trapped you, now you have to submit to him to save your friends, he’s using them to get you, and he’s achieved it. You don’t have any option. You regret coming alone and not waiting for others to accompany you.

He kneels before you, his head moves to your neck as you can feel his breath, he lift a trail of kiss on the side of your neck —Frist I want a little bite, I want to taste your sweet blood— his teeth and fangs brush in your neck, you can feel the sharp of his fangs on your neck, then you feel how his fangs they break through your skin, you bite your lip trying to not make any noise, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of the sound of your pain. He sucks your blood for a few minutes, you start looking dark circles as you feel more weak until you close your eyes and you remain unconscious.

When you wake up, you were laying on the ground, your hands remain tied, you tried to sit down but your body was so weak, you didn´t know how long you were there locked. You don’t have any other option, so you have to access his deal. He comes back after some time. —Did you take your decision?— He looks down at you, looking deep at your eyes, you only could nod —I’ll submit to you— Your eyes look down as you say that, he smiles at your choice, he kneels and take your chin looking at your eyes. —Good girl. I will untie you, I know you’re weak so you can’t attack me, even if you try you only have your hands to try it, darling.— He takes the handcuffs in your wrists, you don’t even try to do anything, he lifts you up in his shoulder, your tired eyes didn’t even look the way he is taking you, until you feel the soft mattress of the bed, after a few minutes you fall asleep.

You couldn’t believe after years of hunting and killing vampires you end up cleaning the castle of a vampire. You were walking in a corridor and open one of the rooms, you look around and see there were black curtains on the wall, that’s when you notice it wasn’t a wall is a window, you open the curtain and you realize it wasn’t evening yet, you calculated around 4 or 5 pm, that means the sun was still up. You haven’t noticed the time until right now, and after Zemo wasn’t around, you could escape you have a few hours before the sun sets.

You didn’t take too much to find a door that leads to the yard, and for your luck it wasn’t locked. You open the door and go out, you see your surroundings and walk through the yard, it didn’t take you long to arrive in the forest that surrounded the castle, you walk with joy to the forest, without noticing there were two deep eyes looking you walk in the forest.

One of Zemo’s butler have notified about your “escape”. —My Lord, the lady has run away to the forest alone, I think she’s trying to escape, but I don’t think she might go too far after the sun sets… I know the forest is very tricky for someone doesn’t know it— Of course Zemo knows the forest like the palm of his hand.

Zemo looks up at the butler with a sharp look. —Very good, I'll take care of it.— He says, as he stands up from his desk. —Thank you for the information.— Once the butler leaves, Zemo smiles slightly to himself. —Run away, have you, my love? So eager for danger, eh?— He thinks for himself looking at the window of his room.

When the sun went down, Zemo went out to look for you soon enough to find you, you were lost and your solution was to climb a tree to the top and see from above, which clearly did not work and only served to stay trapped in one of the branches, you couldn’t get off and you probably stayed there for a few minutes until I found you —Do you know what a stubborn and foolish creature you truly are, my love? — He gets close to you, but he did nothing to help you. —Can you help me please, sir? — You didn’t have any other option but plead for his help. His cold, dark eyes look down at you. —Why should I help you? You were so eager to leave. To run away. To defy me. And yet now, when you are caught, you beg me for help?— You weren’t in a position to act up and try to get the worst out of him —Don't worry dear, I already have an idea of what to do with you…– You watch him walk away, he didn't come back after some minutes, you were scared and cold, you couldn't see anything in the darkness of the night.—

Of course, he leave you in the damn tree for a few hours and then one of his servants brings you back to your room. You wake up in your bed, one of the servants enters after some minutes to your room, he was very nice to you, he serves you food and make sure you weren’t hurt last night. Until he mention that Zemo wanted to see you in his room after you have eaten, your face goes pale you know the reason why he wanted to see you.

You finish your food and get dressed before to go to Zemo’s room, with a soft knock at the door you make your presence noticeable to him, you heard him talk in the inside of the room, you open the door and Zemo look up to you to meet your gaze. –Do you want to see me, sir? – You asked when you enter into the room –Yes come here, darling– You obey and stand closer to him, he stands up from his chair behind the desk –So, darling… You have a bad behaviour last night, and you know the consequences of your bad behaviour– He moves behind you while he talks, you softly nod when he finishes, feeling his hands on your hips caressing slowly you feel your cheeks getting hot, you couldn't help but bite your lip when you feel his lips brushing your neck, leaving light kisses, You bite your lip as he moves closer to that sensitive spot on your neck, his kisses getting more longer as he was close to that sensitive spot, you almost moan when you know he was about to kiss you there but instead he pats your hips lightly and pull away slightly. –This is a punishment, my dear. I know you're enjoying this and maybe you get a little more if you behave after your punishment… Now bend over the desk. – He says in a commanding tone, you didn't hesitate and do it, one of his hands move to tease your legs, his fingers brushing your thighs lifting slowly the hem of your dress, your face now red for the situation, he saw the way you press your thighs together, his fingers move to pull down your panties slowly until the small fabric falls on the floor.

—Such a pretty thing… See how obedient you can be— You bite your lip when his hand starts to caress your ass cheek, in the unexpected moment he slaps your ass a little to hard to make you moan, Zemo smirk when he gets a reaction from you. You heard one of the drawers open, you couldn’t see what is going on, you just wait impatiently. Then you feel his hands covered in the gloves of leather caressing your thighs –Oh darling we gonna have so much fun– he leans closer to you in a soft whisper, his hot breath against your ear, as you feel his grown erection inside your ass —I want you to count this one, I want you to count 20 and then I’ll stop, but if you don't say it loudly and right I’m gonna start again. — He pulls away and his hand caresses your ass cheek with the glove leather then again he slaps your ass, the leather makes your soft skin sting —O-one… — a soft moan come out of your mouth.

The slaps get even harder when the number gets higher, making you more difficult to count right —I didn't hear you right, sweetheart he has to start again… — You were for the 17 slap after start over 3 times, his slaps get harder every time you make him repeat.

After several times, you finally reach to 20, you couldn’t believe how much your ass sting and hurt, you didn't have to look to see how red it was, as you couldn't believe how wet your inner thighs and folds were, you don't want to admit how turn it on you have get when he spanks you. Zemo look at you with satisfaction, he leans closer to you, a soft moan leaves your lips when you feel the rough fabric of leather caressing your inner thighs —Such a good girl… Already so wet for me, that was supposed to be a punishment not for you to enjoy— He chuckled softly, his hands moving to your wet folds, a soft moan leaves your lips as you feel his finger teasing your folds to your clit making slow circles, making you squirm under him, with a warning he push two of his fingers deep inside of you the leather glove makes his finger more thick, he moves his hands in a slow pace, he was enjoying the way you squirm under him, your little whimpers and moans. —You're so responsive— he murmurs, his voice dark and seductive. —I can feel every pulse, every quiver. You belong to me now, don't you? — His voice possessive close to your ear in a whisper —Y-yes, I’m yours… — You whine, you were so close to your orgasm. —That's what I want to hear— he says, pushing another digit inside you. —You're mine and you'll do as I say. — His fingers thrust into you in a faster pace, filling you up completely.

—You’ll cum when I say you can— With that he continues to finger you, his other hand moves closer to your clit, his fingers start rubbing that sensitive nub. Your walls squeezing his fingers as you were trying to not cum in his hand, not until he tells you that you can. You squirm and beg for him to let you come.

—Cum for me, sweetheart… Cum around my fingers. — And you did, you cum around his fingers with a loud cry, he continue milking your organs moving his fingers in and out while he continues rubbing your clit. He stops when you finally finish your orgasm, he withdraw his fingers slowly, a soft whine comes out of your mouth.

You close your eyes for a few seconds trying to get your breath –Don’t fall asleep already, sweetheart… I'm not close to finish with you. – You try to turn to look at him when you feel the tip of his cock on your swollen folds, he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pushed into you, filling you up with his length. You only could moan loudly and squirm under him. Your tightness around him felt incredible as he began to thrust slowly, taking his time to stretch you out. —So tight and warm for me… — His lips curled into a smile as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. He increased his pace, thrusting harder and faster. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your moans and gasps of pleasure. You don't want to admit it, but he was making you feel the pleasure you never though you could get. Zemo moves to kiss your neck and shoulders as he continues thrusting in you in a rough pace, his grip on your hips was strong, that's gonna leave you bruises the next day. You cry louder when you feel his fangs break the skin in your shoulder, taking your blood. —So sweet and all mine— he whisper on your ear after take some blood of your body, his hand move to your clit, he moan when he feel your inner walls clenching around his cock, he pick more faster and rougher the pace, you can feel the tip of his cock hitting om your cervix, making you squirm under him, you didn't even think straight in that moment he was fucking you deep and senses that you only moan and whimper, you have lost the count of how many times he had make you cum.

Seeing you all ruin for the pleasure just arouse more Zemo, he grabs your face making you to face him and he takes you in a messy kiss, with a deep thrust his cum inside of you filling you up with his warm seed.

Zemo stays inside of you for a few seconds as he catches his breath, you were laying on his desk, blushing and panting, he pulls out of you, his seed come out of your swollen pussy, dripping on your thighs and floor, your red ass checks just give him the imagination of you that he wants —What a messy girl you are, What you're “fans” will think of you? Their little hunter here on my desk all marked by me, you don't want they find out the truth about you? That you enjoy being my little maid and warm my bed. Don't worry, my love that's not gonna happen, because you're mine and you will stay here by my side—

You try to run away a few more times, but the punishment gets even worse with the time that you start to get used to stay around him, you even start to crave for his touch and his sweet words, you fall in love with him, and now you were tied to him for the rest of your life.

#fanfic #zemo x y/n #baron zemo x reader smut #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo #marvel #smut #zemo x you smut #zemo x reader smut #baron zemo #female reader #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl #vampire #vampire zemo #dark!fic #dark!zemo #dark!helmut zemo x reader

[whowantsnachos]

Strawberry Champagne

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Original Fem!Character (or you can insert yourself if you want)

Summary: After Madripoor, Zemo thinks Lydia should stop drinking. This is the result. (set post episode 3 FATWS)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Lydia, my character, has like this fire magic thing that HYDRA implanted in her. She has a lot of scars because of all of the experiments and the injections, but she covered them all after she got out with different tattoos. Another thing, her hair does this thing where streaks of it will turn into like a brighter red / ginger than her regular hair color [kinda like Tonks is a good way to describe it] when her body temperature goes up. The language that is occasionally spoken is Serbian, but it’s supposed to be Sokovian, and I heard they were similar. Anyways, feedback and stuff is always accepted, given this is the first thing I wrote officially. Enjoy!

Lydia was sitting in bed, wearing an oversized Metallica hoodie with her knees close to her chest. Her dull, red hair was a mix of slightly messy and living hell. She thought about everything she had just witnessed in the past couple of hours with one arm wrapped around her legs and the other holding champagne. Lydia sat in the same position for about an hour or two, either thinking, spacing out or drinking. A sudden knock on her door made her jump in surprise.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” she heard Zemo ask on the other end.

“Um, yeah, sure,” she said quietly.

He opened the door and stepped inside. He raised his eyebrows in slight shock seeing her so distraught.

“Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m over the moon,” she said sarcastically.

“I apologize, I probably should have warned you ahead of time what we were getting into.”

“Yeah, you think? I can’t really blame you though, I should’ve expected all of that. I mean, it’s you, Sam, and Bucky, how could it have been any different? Anyway, it’s more my fault for agreeing to get into all of this shit again.”

“It’s not-”

“No, wait, that’s right! It's not my fault. It’s you three that dragged me back into this shitfest. Why am I blaming myself? I guess I agreed… regardless! Why am I the one to fix your guys’ messes, huh?”

“Ok, that’s enough champagne,” Zemo said as he grabbed the glass from her, sensing her getting mad.

“I wasn’t done with that yet,” she said sternly, reaching for the glass.

“Yes. You were.”

Lydia glared at him, and Zemo rolled his eyes out of annoyance, grabbing the champagne bottle from the side table next to her. He went into the bathroom and poured the rest of it into the sink.

“Why do you have to ruin my fun all of the time?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Zemo raised his eyebrow and said, “I’m not. I just think you would rather not have a hangover first thing in the morning.”

“How would you know? Tomorrow hasn’t happened yet,” Lydia cockily stated.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t.”

“Oh, you’re trustworthy now?”

Zemo gave her a death stare and Lydia looked down, realizing she might’ve hit a nerve.

“Sorry,” she murmured, playing with the edge of her sleeve.

Zemo softened his gaze a little and leaned on the doorway of the bathroom. He noticed the tattoos near her wrist, each one a different pattern or idea than the other.

“What are those for?”

Lydia quickly put her sleeve back down and said, “Nothing.”

Zemo titled his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at her but shrugged it off.

“Where did you find that champagne?” he asked.

“Um, I may or may not have stolen it from that club...”

Zemo’s face lit up in amusement, and he asked, “You stole two thousand dollar champagne?”

“Possibly,” Lydia said with a smirk.

“Impressive.”

“I can be spectacular sometimes.”

Zemo laughed breathly but didn’t say anything. Lydia wanted to thank him for helping her out when the shooting broke out, but she didn’t know if now would be the appropriate time or not.

Well, it couldn't hurt.

“Um, I wanted to thank you. For helping me out back there. It really means a lot to me, I mean, I know that I’m not your favorite person in the world, but-”

“What gives you that impression?” Zemo asked.

“You’re kidding me, right? You’ve shut down half of the ideas I had about how we were going to execute Madripoor, and look where we ended up!”

“I knew it better than you did.”

“Apparently not! We could’ve died, Helmut.”

“If we would have done it your way, that fate would have been met sooner.”

“You don’t know that.”

“And neither do you,” Zemo responded.

Lydia cocked her head and put her hands on her hips. Raising her eyebrows at Zemo, she went into the bathroom to grab something from under the sink. Lydia also noticed that some streaks of her hair lit up, but she hoped that he hadn’t noticed.

“What are you doing?” Zemo asked.

She answered him by holding up another bottle of champagne with a strained smile on her face as she was walking out of the bathroom. As she was about to open the bottle, Zemo grabbed it and put it on the bathroom counter. Lydia gave him a mock pouty look, and he rolled his eyes.

“You need to stop drinking, I’m serious. You giving me that look isn’t helping you,” he said.

“You sure?” she asked as she emphasized her look.

“Lydia. I’m serious.”

Her ears burned at the way that he had said her name, and she could only pray that her hair hadn’t betrayed her now. 

“And,” Zemo continued, “For the record, I don’t hate you or anything like that. To be honest, you’re the only one I can stand out of the ones I’ve met.”

Lydia raised her eyebrow slightly, and he quickly added, “Not that you’re the best of the worst, it’s just, how should I put this… I guess it’s more around the lines of ‘you’re smart and they’re not.’”

“Wow, harsh,” Lydia said with an amused look on her face.

“Well, it’s true,” Zemo said with a smirk on his face. 

“Well, if I’m so smart, then that means… my plan was the best.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t go that far.”

Lydia rolled her eyes playfully at him and walked back into the bathroom, but Zemo stopped her by closing the door halfway.

“Lydia,” he said with a warning tone.

Now, Lydia could see her hair quickly turn into a brighter red color, and she cursed herself in her head silently, hoping he didn’t notice, but she wouldn’t bet on it.

“Does your hair always do that?”

God damn it.

“Do what?”

“Change color like that when your name is said.”

“Um, no. Not to my knowledge, no,” 

Zemo narrowed her eyes at her while his attention seemed to turn to her hair. Lydia felt slightly embarrassed by his staring, but this only led to it turning brighter again. He smiled a little and said, “It’s a nice color; it suits you.”

She could feel her face burning mainly out of embarrassment and something else she couldn’t describe. Lydia jumped a little when she felt Zemo touch her arm. She felt her skin burn up, and he said, “I apologize, but I recognize this one.”

Zemo went to touch her arm again, but before he did, he asked, “May I?”

Lydia nodded, and he lifted her sleeve, intently scanning the dragon on her forearm. He carefully traced the outline of it, and Lydia felt her skin heat up with each trail he left. The way that he was looking at her tattoo sent shivers down her spine, but surprisingly, it was a nice feeling, considering she hasn’t felt anything cool in a long time.

“Змај,” (“Zmaj,”) Zemo whispered.

“What?”

“Змаj, correct?”

Lydia nodded, and Zemo hummed, “Yeah, I remember that story. My parents used to tell me that all the time.”

“My parents weren’t into the whole legend thing, they always said it was just a bunch of lies people tell to poison our minds, but I have heard it a few select times.”

“Your parents were quite the people, huh?” He laughed.

She laughed with him and said, “Yeah, they were definitely something, alright.”

“Well,” Zemo started as his hand traced bits and pieces of her tattoos before stopping at the palm of her hand, his fingers slowly intertwining with hers. “They raised well.”

Damn you.

She felt her skin heating up with every second, but she tried to contain it as much as she could. She looked over at the bathroom mirror that was mostly covered by the door, but she could see that dozens of streaks of her hair were lit up bright orange like crazy. He glanced back at her hair, and his smirk grew.

“Does it usually change when people touch you as well?”

“A-again, not to my knowledge, no.”

Zemo hummed again and began tracing the tattoos on her other arm before grabbing her other hand and running his thumb over her wrist. He carefully moved his hands up her forearms, tracing the shapes of her tattoos more fully this time, while pulling her closer to him. Lydia’s heart picked up even faster, not that she knew how that was possible. To her, it felt like they’d been spending an eternity standing in the doorway, but at the same time, it felt like no time had passed at all.

“Lydia?”

She took a breath in, and looked up at him, asking, “Yeah?”

It wasn’t until that moment that she realized how close they were to each other. Zemo’s breath lightly fanned her face, and his hands let go of her arms, slowly wrapping them around her waist instead. Lydia swallowed discreetly from his stare, and Zemo tilted his head to the left slightly and smirked at her.

“Do I make you nervous?”

“N-no, why would you? I could beat your ass into next year if I wanted to, what would I have to be nervous about?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. I’m sure your hair doesn’t light up around other people every time you stand next to them, or they talk to you.”

He pulled her closer and leaned his head down just enough so that he was only inches away from her face. 

“Unless… it’s something else that makes your hair light up whenever I'm around.”

After he said that, he backed up a little and looked at her hair. Several streaks of it were brightening up, lightly illuminating the aura around her head. He smiled and laughed lightly through his nose.

“If I remember correctly, ‘Miss Vesta’s abilities cause her physical appearance to change as well. Her hair will change into different shades if she has any sort of strong emotions, including, but not limited to: anger, stress, sadness, and attraction.’ Does that sound right?”

Lydia squinted at him in confusion, and Zemo chuckled, saying, “SHIELD’s not very good at hiding things like they think they are.”

Lydia sighed and looked to her right and then down at her feet.

“So, again, I must ask,” he started. “Lydia…”

He removed one hand from her waist and lifted her chin up to meet his gaze.

“Do I make you nervous?”

Lydia licked her lips and said, “...no.”

Zemo leaned in closer, guiding her face to his slowly. He stopped centimeters before her face, just like before, and she could smell his expensive cologne radiating off of him.

“Are you sure? Your skin is burning.”

‘Копиле.’ (‘Bastard.’)

“Maybe I shouldn’t-“

“Ох, забога.” (“Oh, for God’s sake.”)

Lydia put her hand in the back of his neck, pulled him down, and their lips met. Zemo’s grip on her waist tightened, and moved his hand from her chin to the side of her face, the extreme heat of her skin slightly burning his hand. He furrowed his brow and backed her up onto the doorway, allowing him to close any distance between them. The smell of strawberry champagne intoxicated his senses, and he couldn’t get enough of her. 

Lydia could feel every part of her body start on fire, whether she knew that’s what was actually happening to her or not. Her heart felt like it skipped ten beats at once, and heat filled her chest. She felt magnetized to him, and every break for a quick breath of air filled her with a sense of longing for more. Lydia thought her knees were going to collapse from underneath her, and she was grateful for the doorway behind her. She felt ripples of chills go up her spine for the second time that day, and the sensation of his thumb grazing her cheek only made it harsher. She felt her fingers become white hot, and she quickly retracted her hand to his shoulder, not wanting to burn him. She felt every bone and muscle in her body become the same temperature, and she felt the texture of the material of his shirt change. She removed his hand from her cheek and pulled away from him, catching her breath.

“I-I’m sorry. My skin… I can’t-”

Zemo shrugged and said, “To be honest, I never liked this shirt anyways.”

“No, you don’t understand, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Zemo tilted his head and raised his eyebrows quickly. He looked down and put his hands in his pockets, taking out the pair of gloves he was wearing earlier that day and putting them on. After he did that, he put his hands up and smiled at her.

Lydia lightly laughed and said, “I appreciate the gesture, but that’s not gonna do you much good. I’ll just burn-”

Zemo cut her off by saying, “I’ll take that chance.”

He kissed her gently, not wanting to make her skin burn back up again.

A sudden knock at her door caused Lydia to jump and separate from him, turning her head towards her door.

“Lydia? We need to discuss the plan for tomorrow. Have you seen Zemo anywhere?” Bucky asked through her door.

Lydia turned back towards him with a devilish look on her face. She whispered, “Play along,” and quickly pushed him away from her, a glare forming on her face.

“Yeah, he’s trying to steal my champagne.”

Bucky opened the door to the pair glaring at each other with murderous intent.

“You mean, I’m trying to take away the champagne that you stole from the club,” Zemo quickly countered, getting the message.

“Well, it’s mine now, isn’t it?”

“Alright! Look, she can keep the champagne, it doesn’t matter,” Bucky said.

“James, that was worth probably around two thou-“

“I don’t care,” Bucky said while giving Zemo a death stare before continuing. “We don’t have time for this anyway. We have to figure out the plan for tomorrow, come on.”

He left the room, and Lydia turned towards Zemo, raised her eyebrows, and dramatically put her hand out. He rolled his eyes and took the champagne bottle off of the counter and gave it to her.

“You’re only getting this because he likes you more than me.”

“And who’s fault was that?” Lydia retorted.

Zemo gave her an annoyed look as she laughed, and they both walked out of the room.

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Hunting Roses - Chapter 1

AN: This is a yandere Helmut Zemo fic which means it will have dark elements as the story progresses. I do not condone relationships like this in real life. This fic takes place after Avengers: Age of Ultron and there are descriptions of canon typical violence. I'm not sure where this fic is going to go but I hope you enjoy the ride!

Helmut Zemo was not an ignorant man nor was he a greedy one.  From a young age, he knew that he had been born into wealth and as he grew older, he began to experience the obligations and expectations of being born into wealth.

In time, once he had completed his work in the Sokovian armed forces and as an EXO commander, one of these expectations was becoming Heike’s husband.  That led to his pride and joy, Carl Zemo being born.  Helmut and Heike both adored their son but as time grew, they realised that they had become different people.

While Helmut still cared about Heike a great deal, he knew that his feelings for her weren’t what they once were.  They agreed to stay together for Carl and to stop society’s tongues wagging.

Hearing whispers of an approaching battle and fearing for his family’s safety, Helmut moved them all to the country thinking that they’d be safe from harm.  A blast from one of the robotic sentries sent Helmut flying into one of the cottage’s walls and when he awoke, he found that the cottage had been reduced to nothing more than rubble around him.

Injured and weak, he staggered around the ruins of the cottage searching for any indication that his family had survived.  After two days of searching, he felt his strength leave him and he collapsed next to what was once the doorway.

A day later, Helmut awoke to see a face peering down at him.   His strength returned the instant that he learnt that his family had been rescued by SHIELD and taken to America.  Wasting no time, Helmut contacted Oeznik and they flew out of Sokovia that day.

For the first time in days (and under the watchful eye of Oeznik), Helmut ate and rested.  Once he felt he had sufficiently recovered, Helmut pushed himself to find out Sokovia’s fate.  He learnt that the battle had been started by an AI that Tony Stark had created, named Ultron. 

Helmut tempered his rage as he continued to study the battle, promising himself that Tony would pay for what he’d done.  Helmut watched the battle play out in the city, sneering at the Avengers’ efforts to save the people.

His curiosity peaked when an Avenger crouched before launching herself into the air and grabbing onto one of the sentry’s legs as it flew. The sentry tried to throw off its unwanted passenger but it was only successful in doing so after it had been badly damaged in mid-air. It crashed to the ground and the Avenger repeated the process three times before disappearing.

“How strange.” Helmut thought lacing his fingers together as Oeznik walked over to him with a tray of food.

Helmut rewound and paused the video just before the unknown Avenger disappeared, “Who is this Avenger Oeznik?”

Oeznik set the tray of food down gently, “This Avenger is known as Phantasm.  Reports state that there is more to her than meets the eye.  She also has a tendency to appear when needed.”

Helmut listened patiently knowing Oeznik wasn’t finished, “Many of the public only know her by her code name however if one is determined to dig deep enough, they would find that Phantasm’s real name is (Name) (Surname).  She appears to be close friends with Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton and if the rumours are to be believed, she was the one who saved your family.”

Helmut nodded and Oeznik returned to the cockpit.

It was too easy to land unnoticed in America.  Helmut’s diplomatic immunity ensured that and it was even easier to track down his family.  Helmut didn’t miss the unfamiliar distrustful look in Heike’s eyes as he inquired about SHIELD and Phantasm.  Sensing that any further questioning would cause Heike’s sudden distrust in him to grow, Helmut bid his family goodbye and as Helmut walked to the door with Heike and his father, Heike handed him a thick, yellow envelope.

“We can start again Helmut and choose who we want to be.” She said.

Helmut met his father’s stern gaze and watched as his father nodded once.

Pivoting on his heel, Helmut left the house and climbed into the car that Oeznik had brought him in.  His rage grew but then it gave way to his cunning as his brain reminded him that he was in the same place that the Avengers were in and he could have his revenge on Tony Stark.

Helmut shifted in his seat.  If he moved against Tony now, he ran the risk of you getting caught up in his plan.  Unless he broke apart the Avengers from the inside and ensured that you were protected as the Avengers imploded.

And with what they had done over the past few years, it would be too easy to sway the public into viewing the Avengers as threats.

“Old friend,” Oeznik’s familiar voice pulled Helmut from his planning, “There are reports of Wanda Maximoff damaging a building with her powers and killing several humanitarian officials from the state of Wakanda.”

Helmut crossed his ankles and leant forward as his mind whirred.  He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it contemplatively, “Oeznik, I need you to arrange a car for me.  There’s someone I need to track down after Thaddeus Ross has repaid the debt he owes me.”

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Fanfics / Imagines recommendation list - Part 3

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Another blog with fanfics I like and recommend so whenever I’ll want to read again I can tap the link and other people can discover them as well~

Warning !!! : smut,fluff,angst . All of them are x reader.

Notes :

I have more saved in my drafts and reblog them or add them in another list like this one~

I'm also working when I can on recommendation lists with stories with other fandoms kinda like a warning? cuz you'll see me reblogging or posting lists with anime or something else other than marvel related content

Steve Rogers

Say it Steve @ussgallifrey

Wake Up Call Steve @ardentcupid

All these 3 by @punani

My girl Steve

Dead of the night Steve

+ this one with Christ Evans Before the birds sing  

It's great @disasterofastory

Fingering with mafia!Steve  @angrythingstarlight

butterfly  @lanadelreyscokewhor3

it’s artistic vision,pumpkin @lanadelreyscokewhor3

+ this one with Christ Evans Three @rocketrhap3000

Bucky Barnes

Comfort  @buckyodinson

Submission  @peachstyles

Overly worried and Touch starved @multi-stann

Blurry lines @idy-ll-ique

Foot massage @tomhollandsstan

Sauna @tomhollandsstan

Stress reliever @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Heat @heavysoldat

in the late hours, i’m yours to have boxer!roommate!Bucky @cityofstqrs

+ this one with Sebastian Stan Good girl  @rocketrhap3000

Bucky x reader x other characters

Dolled up Stucky x female!reader @stevesbestgirl

Siberia Stucky x female!reader @hellsenthero

Looks Like Your Husband Has No Objections  Bucky x female!reader x Zemo @becca-e-barnes

+this one with Zemo 

Zemo x F!Reader Headcanons - Cramps @buckyodinson

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Mirror, Mirror

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Homework Help

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Reunion Disaster

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Under The Surface

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What A Reunion

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Lips Like Sugar

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Marry Me, Today, And Every Day

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Knock Knock, Who’s There

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Figures In The Dark

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Forgive And Churro

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🜹♡🜹 Peter Parker Andrew 🜹♡🜹

Squish

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Pretty Tutor

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🜹♡🜹 Loki 🜹♡🜹

Let’s Play Dress Up

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Sorry Not Sorry

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You Don’t Have to Prove Anything

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Flattery Gets You Nowhere

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🜹♡🜹 Thor Odinson 🜹♡🜹

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A Worthy Prank

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Frog Prince

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Chocolate Ice Cream

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🜹♡🜹 Helmut Zemo 🜹♡🜹

Life Of Luxury

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Never Gonna Give You Up

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Free

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Just A Kiss

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Burning Flame 

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Irresistible

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Monsters vs Aliens

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Black Widow Baby

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🜹♡🜹 Wade Wilson 🜹♡🜹

What A Surprise

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Manic Monday

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🜹♡🜹 M'Baku 🜹♡🜹

Black Widow Baby

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Grim Reaper

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Unlikely Partners

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A Wall Through Hell (Choose Your Own Adventure) Series

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Chapter 2 - Darling Diner

Chapter 3 - Hypnotize Me

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Four Course - Bucky Barnes

TITLE: Four Course - Bucky Barnes (Restaurant AU)

FANDOM: Marvel’s “Falcon and The Winter Soldier” 

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes 

MAIN STORYLINE: As Bucky helps a restaurant succeed, you suddenly turn heads. 

Author’s Note: Hey! I couldn’t get away from one absolute brainrot. This project is also loosely inspired by “Burnt” and “The Bear.” Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V.  💜

Main Masterlist

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2024

“You’re late, Sam. What the hell?” Clashing dishes and sizzled burners echoed all around while James continued working, already slammed. 

“Watch your mouth, I just clocked in. Had to drop AJ and Cass off at school this morning too.”  Sam quickly rolls his eyes. “Is Z here yet?” 

“Nope.” James immediately praises the ceiling, casted in fluorescent lights that sharpened too much now. 

“Thank God.” Sam pings that response, snatching one of many tickets and handing it to one server in record time. “I’m not trying to deal with his attitude yet.” 

“Neither am I.” James agrees. The last few years scorched like Hell. Zemo had finally traveled stateside and opened this restaurant. 

“Stop complaining. He can smell annoyance blocks away.” Joaquin warns, returning to the kitchen and still giving meal orders. 

“Obviously.” James shakes his head, cooking regardless with his bare right hand. 

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Helmut Zemo would’ve arrived during the first shift, but showing up fashionably late still made a difference in his own mind. 

His limousine pulls up towards that familiar curb and one young driver almost runs around New York traffic just to aid that exit. 

“Thank you.” Helmut whispers gratitude with accented English, but uses a separate door to enter the restaurant.

*****

“Shit, Come on. Zemo’s coming!” After running outside, Joaquin finds James  smoking a cigarette and finally snaps, sending himself into panic. 

“Where’s he now?” James stubs out the cigarette and brushes off his uniform, standing up in an effort to calm Joaquin down. 

“Kitchen. Get up.” Joaquin continues, no longer messing around. 

“I thought he didn't spook you anymore.” James chuckles without humor and still faces Joaquin. 

“Zemo doesn’t scare me, but we got a critic today. She’s hiding through our rush at this point.” Joaquin sends out even more alarm bells.

 James almost wants to choke him with his leftward metal arm. 

“Why didn’t you just say that?” James almost yells out loud, but is smart to walk back inside with Joaquin trailing behind him. 

___________

This restaurant leveled out in terms of quality placement, but wasn’t exactly known to be high-end. 

Ambitious owner Helmut Zemo founded the location eight years back, fusing Sokovian favorites right alongside other cuisine nowadays. 

The official review would be…something. Not that you would bum out this entire place, but everything felt rushed for plating. Each meal balanced onto your table without showing much love. 

You wouldn’t fault the cooks, at least not yet. 

***

“Is she nice?” Now, Joaquin mentions you, the critic, fighting an urge to cringe. Yet, he still helps out his coworkers. There’s no other choice. 

“So far.” Zemo clears his tone, clipping the response. 

“Quit chatting, you two. We gotta work and she wants dessert in the next few minutes.” Sam chimes, uniting with James as tickets keep moving in or out of the kitchen. 

“Sam?” Zemo arches one leftward brow and crosses his suited arms. James and Joaquin keep working, completely ignoring this quiet square up. 

“What? I’m not wrong.” Sam defends himself and silence then falls between both men. Zemo walks off. 

“James, come with me.” Zemo instructs. James can’t refuse, following both Zemo and Joaquin out towards the dining room. 

_________

“Here you go, Miss.” Smiling, Joaquin greets you once more and ends up gifting scrumptious cheesecake as dessert. “Hope this one makes you feel better.” 

“Thank you.” You grin back and chuckle at the moment, looking forward to enjoying this slice. 

James and Zemo stand at a fair distance as you turn your fork, cutting down this cake a bit more now. 

“Last bite.” After different meals, from appetizers to right here, Zemo whispers, hoping that you won’t actually step away and shut this restaurant down. 

Meanwhile, James’s heart races and drops all at once. In truth, he crafted every morsel that you’ve ordered. 

“How’s the cake?” Joaquin smiles back at you for the millionth time. 

“I need another slice.” You wipe your lips and rave, genuinely surprised. 

“Yes, Ma’am.” Joaquin nods, saying farewell as you finish eating the first cake slice alone. 

“Zemo?” You acknowledge Helmut at last, gesturing for this man to come closer despite this dinner rush. 

“Yes?” Helmut answers quietly, using his typical brand of charm to greet you. 

“Who covered my orders?” You question Zemo. 

At that moment, James’s blue eyes nearly widened. Still, you look right at him, knowing that he is the main “culprit.” 

“Fair enough.” James accepts that comment. You’re standing feet away from him now, privately standing outside and not viewed under Zemo’s watch. 

________

“Tonight wasn’t bad,” You tell James. “The main entree that you put out could’ve been a lot better, though.” 

“Glad you’re so understanding.” You nod, taking in your sight of an alleyway landscape. Horns blare from nearby traffic. 

“Good to see you again.” James clears his throat, slyly referring to the past. 

“Call me, Buck.” You lift your cell phone, use his nickname, and wink, heading elsewhere to leave him behind. 

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Forever Mine: Part 3

Series Masterlist // Previous chapter

Chapter Summary: Bucky works on convincing you that you're his, while Steve tries to piece things together.

Word Count: 2.7k

WARNINGS: Physical & Sexual Assault (groping, choking, hitting both open and closed fist), As mentioned in part 1 references to the Highway of Tears *Warnings updated with each chapter*

*Not beta'd thus any and all mistakes are my own*

*Dividers above by @maysdigitalarts ​*

*Dividers in story by @whimsicalrogers *

You sleep in the passenger seat of Bucky’s SUV as he drives. Passing by the Kingfisher Lake welcome sign, you begin to stir. You blink away the sleep allowing your eyes to adjust to your surroundings. You close your eyes, stretch your sore muscles, and turn to look out your window at the passing street lamps.

Bucky observes you with caution.

You turn forward, squinting through the windshield with confusion. “Where are we?” You wonder aloud groggily. A sudden pain has you wincing and pulling down the visor to study your face, fingers trembling as they trace over the fresh cuts and bruises.

“I have something for the pain.” Your head whips to the man driving. He fishes out a white paper bag from the centre console, and you flinch, leaning back against your door as he hands it over. You scan the vehicle, panic-stricken. “There should be bottled water in the bag behind my seat.” You glance behind him. Bucky again offers the bag of pills. “Take them it'll help with the pain.”

You reluctantly take the bag from his hand. “Who are you? Wh-where are you taking me?” You question, though not completely fearful, more confused, your memory hazy in many areas.

“Y/N, it's fine, it's me...” You stare back incredulously. “James... Your husband. The Doctor said it would be alright if I took you home.”

You shake your head, still disoriented. “What? No. What happened? I remember laying in the rain and... sirens.” Your brow furrows as you struggle to remember anything.

“I took my eyes off you for one second. If I had just pulled over, right then, when I spotted you. I'm sorry, it's okay now, you're safe.” He tries to reassure you looking from the road to you as much as possible.

“Am I?”

“I would never hurt you.” You let out a groan and grasp your throbbing head. “Please, take your pills. I hate seeing you like this.” Bucky reaches behind his seat and digs around. He pulls out a bottle of water and offers it to you, though you only stare. “Y/N, take the bottle.“ You finally take the bottle.

“What does, when you spotted me, mean?”

“Look, take your pills, drink your water. We'll be home in no time and I’ll explain everything.”

“No, I want you to pull over right now and—"

“And what? Let you out? It’s minus ten in the middle of a mountain highway.” He argues gently.

“I don’t even know you.” You grumble under your breath.

“But you do. You were attacked, Y/N. You’re in shock.”

---

You hurry across the street, glancing back over your shoulder as you cut through the alley and run into a large frame, Jack Rollins. The slush in your hand splashes to the ground. “Hey, darling.” Jack flirts as he steps forward.

You step back, looking over your shoulder as a second man enters the alley, Brock Rumlow. You are trapped. “Please, I don’t want any trouble.” You beg, turning so the men now flank you. You try to back away, and they follow. “I have money.” You search your pockets.

“It’s not your money we want.” Rumlow smirks, fingers gliding up your arm. Suddenly Jack pins you against the wall, groping your chest. You knee him in the groin, and he topples over. “Bitch.” He chokes out.

Brock catches you by the arm before you can escape, his other hand swinging up and backhanding you with a loud SMACK. He drags you back towards Jack, blocking you from the view of the street. “Get up, Rollins.” Rumlow removes a pair of zip tie cuffs. “Now, let’s get these on our prize.”

Jack climbs to his feet and marches closer to you. He grabs you by the hair and hits you in the face. “You think you’re funny?” He strikes you again and chokes you, slowly losing consciousness.

---

You read the prescription bottle in your name, Y/F/N Barnes. “And the doctor just let me leave without any scans or tests? Did they say anything? D-did we make a report? And why is that all I can remember?” You drop the bottle on your lap and rub your head on the verge of frustrated tears.

“Y/N, doll, I couldn’t let you wake up in there connected to all those machines. We'll get you home, you can rest in familiar surroundings, and we’ll visit our family doctor later in the week.” He squeezes your thigh in comfort.

Pulling away, you stare out your window, turning forward when Bucky turns down a dirt road. You look over your shoulder and watch as the lights disappear and darkness engulfs the car. “You’re safe, Y/N.” His earlier words echo in your mind. Your eyes fall to the pills and bottle of water in your lap, the only light emanating from the dashboard.

Lieutenant Rambeau drops a stack of files on the desk, placing her hands on her hips as she paces, exasperated beyond belief. “What was that?” She stops to face Zemo.

Officer Zemo sits comfortably in front of her desk. He tilts his head in a questioning manner.

“Your measuring contest with the husband of the victim.” She reminds him.

“If it is her husband,” Zemo mumbles under his breath.

Lieutenant Rambeau stares at Zemo, arms crossed and jaw tense.

“How do we know Y/N didn't run off with a boyfriend or lover?”

“Is that what happened to you?” Zemo looks away. “I see the tan line where a ring should be. And I’m guessing this is the first investigation you have been invited to shadow. Maybe you’re not ready.” Lieutenant Rambeau turns a blind eye to the alarmed look on Zemo's face as she takes a seat behind her desk. “We leave that shit at home and investigate all avenues until they run dry; that is our job.” Rambeau turns her attention to the files on her desk. The knows all too well, how time sensitive a missing persons case can be. “There's nothing for us at the hospital, security system was undergoing maintenance.”

Zemo clears his throat and sits up straighter. “S-same goes for the scene.” He clears his throat again, attempting to find more confidence in his words. “Some kids smashed an overhead camera in the back alley where husband number one found our vic.” He hands her photos of the evidence, both on the scene and in the lab; the plastic remains of a small drone puzzled together.

Lieutenant Rambeau lets out a heavy sigh. “There are cameras everywhere these days. How do we come up with nothing?” She hands the photos back to Officer Zemo.

“We can start with Y/N Rogers, look into who she is, her family... Husband.” It’s safe to say Zemo's confidence had returned.

Though Rambeau is naturally skeptical, massaging her temples, anticipating an argument. “His demeanour speaks that of a desperate man. He's angry. He wants his wife back.” She defends, rolling her shoulders. “We rule out anything domestic, check their records, bank accounts—"

Officer Zemo hurries to jot everything down. “We're looking for large sums transferred, right?”

Lieutenant Rambeau confirms with a brisk nod. “There was no ransom; at least not yet.”

“Revenge?”  

“Does the Rogers family have enemies? What do they do? Who is Steve, and who is Y/N? Most importantly, who is Bentley London?

Bucky pulls up the driveway of a beautiful two-story country house with a wrap-around porch. The house and yards lie encompassed by forest.

“I don’t remember this.” You lean forward, staring at the house through the windshield. There is a sense of familiarity, though it feels wrong. Why is your mind so broken? Are you forcing this as a memory? Or is it in there, buried?

“We were barely here a year.” He shrugs, heartbroken. "You could be remembering our first home?" You give him a perplexed look and shake your head as you return your attention to the house. Bucky reaches to touch your cheek, pulling back at the last second. He leaves you to examine the house as he climbs out. You watch him walk up the front steps and wait for you.

Bucky's shoulders slump. He gnaws at his lip, head hanging low as he plays with the keys in his hands. Anything to distract from the burning desire to march back to the vehicle, rip open your door, and pull you into his arms.

You hesitate to exit, grasping the bottle of water and pills tight. Though something about the man in front of you calls out to you, your mind floods with fear, anxiety, and suspicion, in need of reassurance and comfort through familiarity. You reluctantly climb out of the SUV and join him, hoping to find what you seek inside the house.

Steve leans on the rail of his balcony. Cell phone in hand, eyes closed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

Breen sits with his wife, Maya Lopez, in the breakfast nook of their one-story bungalow. Maya taps the screen to get Steve’s attention. As soon as he opens his eyes, she signs, “what if we drove out tomorrow? I could keep an eye on the little ones while you and Breen—"

“Maya, I appreciate you wanting to help—"

“You can’t stop us from coming up there, Steve! You know how much she means to us.” Breen argues.

“She’s family,” Maya adds, her motions and demeanour conveying finality.

“We can’t interfere with an active investigation.” Steve reasons.

“And why not?” Maya furrows her brow, nodding in agreement with Breen’s inquiry.

“What am I supposed to do, Breen?”

“We’re JTF2, who’s more qualified to find her than us?”

Steve paces the small balcony. “Fuck!” He drops into a chair, leaning forward, arms resting on his thighs.

“Come on, Cap, give me the word,” Breen smirks.

“He gave them a name, and he had pictures of her on his phone. They didn’t even talk to her.” He looks off towards the mountain skyline, the moon high in the sky and a sliver of orange still visible beyond the peaks.

Maya looks to Breen and motions to Steve with a shrug. “What are you thinking?” Breen asks reading her thoughts.

Steve turns back to the screen. “I don’t know yet, but I should have been there. I’m supposed to keep her safe.”

“Then we find her, together. Just give me the word.”

Steve lets out a HEAVY SIGH.

Maya catches Steve’s attention with a wave of her hand. “How are the babies doing?”

Steve glances back over his shoulder. “They're finally asleep. It took me forever to get them down. It seems so effortless for her.”

“Stev—"

“I know she’s had more practice with me always away,” he pauses, regretting how much he missed while fighting for his country. “Maybe you should come and grab them. I need to figure some shit out. I’ll call in the morning.” He ends the call, returns to the railing, and looks up at the stars above.

You stare at the moon and stars above as Bucky unlocks the door and steps inside. He holds the door, turning to admire you with a soft smile. You wander inside only to pause in the entryway, taken back by the emptiness.

A winding set of stairs off the foyer lead to the second floor above. Beyond the stairs are the kitchen and dining room. The living area and an office stand on either side of the entrance.

Bucky steps closer, placing his hand lovingly on the small of her back, eyes trained on you. You can't help the quiet gasp that escapes your lips as you stand taller and step out of his reach. "Let's talk in here." He sweeps his hand towards the living area, masking the sting of your response. You take the lead, unaware of how he studies your every movement.

The living room is empty, except for a single sectional, veiled by a sheet, in front of a palladian window, and a wedding photo hung above the mantel, covered in a thin layer of dust.

You are drawn to the picture, skeptical yet curious, stepping over a white sheet bunched in a crumpled mess on the floor. "It doesn’t feel like it’s me." You are rooted in your spot, transfixed by the image of you and him, wrapped in each other's arms on a dance floor surrounded by fairy lights.

Bucky busies himself, scooping up the white fabric and folding it neatly as he stands next to you. "You’ve been missing a long time, nearly six years." You turn fast, eyes wide. "It’s the only reason I wanted to leave as soon as we did. What do you remember before today?"

I don’t... I--" A faint memory of children laughing and playing in the snow. "I had a family." You look at Bucky. "A husband and kids." You look around the room. "Nobody lives here, at least not a family." You whisper, tears filling your eyes as you try to focus on the memory. "I can’t see their faces, it... it’s foggy."

Bucky sets the folded sheet on the mantel and takes a seat on the arm of the sectional. He fidgets with the ring on his finger, eyes trained on the logs in the fireplace. "We never had kids." He looks up as you turn to meet his eyes. "I mean, we were trying, you and I." His head falls. But not before you catch the pain in his eyes. "And then one day, you just didn’t come home." He shrugs. "I haven’t been back here since. It’s been too hard." Bucky admits, finally returning his eyes to yours. "Can I show you something?"

He looks so broken. Your heart aches for this stranger, your husband. You nod, hoping to find the answers you seek while bringing him peace before he falls apart. Bucky stands, hand outstretched and waiting. Your eyes fall to his right hand, the other hidden in his pocket. He quickly shoves his free hand into his pocket with a sigh and motions with his head for you to follow.

Bucky leads the way upstairs. He can't help to look back every few seconds as if you will disappear if he looks away too long. You enter a room with a plastic drop cloth protecting the floor. "Are you going to kill me now?"

Shaking his head, “just trust me. Look around."

When you actually take the time to scan the room, you notice the drop cloths also protect a pair of cribs. Beneath the plastic on the floor is a small round arc reactor rug, fitting snug between the cribs. Buckets of paint and supplies lay neatly along the baseboard under an unfinished superhero mural. Two halves of a shield (Cap & Bucky.) An outline of the babies' names, Jamie & Lucas, is scrawled within the shield. Below is a quote: "I'm with you til the end of the line."

You turn to Bucky, curious. "I thought--"

"The room was off limits to me until you finished, and then..." His voice wavers. "When you went missing, I--" He bites his tongue, blinking away tears.

"Where are they?"

He can't bear to look you in the eye, pained by the loss. "I mean, I only just found you." He looks up to find you hugging yourself as you continue to take in the room. "I promise you I’ll go back. I-I’ll look for them, and we’ll talk to the police when you’re ready."

You turn on Bucky, angry. "I think maybe you should’ve done that before taking me."

"Don't say it like that, like I abducted you or something," he argues back and instantly regrets his outburst when you recoil from him. "I'm sorry. You’re right, I just... I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you again." He takes a step forward, and you back away. "Y/N..." This might be it, the moment he breaks. "It’s been years, and they’ve done shit all. For all they care, you’re just another woman lost on the Highway of Tears." Bucky holds it together, reaching out for you.

You shake your head.

"Look, I know this is a lot. Let me at least show you to our room." His hand drops with your hesitation. "I’ll take the couch." He searches your eyes. "Please. You need to rest, and we can revisit this in the morning." He extends his left hand, and you finally place your palm in his. Something about it put you at ease. Maybe it was his willingness to be vulnerable with you. Hopefully your trust is not misplaced and your memories will soon return.

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Annoying the Winter Soldier... Part1

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 93

Welcome to Week 93

Tumblr screwed up a lot on me this week so all my reblogs won’t have a comment. I’m gonna go back and comment separately. I have another help ticket in with Tumblr so hopefully this issue will be solved soon with my reblogs. 

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.  💜💜

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Solace - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

No Vacancy - (Stucky x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki​

Fire and Rain - Part 19 - Part 20 - (Dean x Reader) - @writercole​

Miss Velvet - Chp 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff​

Riding Free: Seeing Red - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes​

Time to Listen - (Lee x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes​

Desperate Girl - (Zemo x Reader) - @myfictionaldreams​

HTFBH (5) - (Andy x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld​

Sex Tape - Chp 6 - (Steve x Reader) - @fictional-affairs​

Nightshade - (Marc S x Reader) - @syntheticavenger​

Tap three times for absurdity - (Stucky x Reader) - @bonkywobble​

It’s You - Chp 1 - (Steve x Reader, Dean x Reader) - @princessofdarkwinter​

A Trip back Home - (Lee x Reader) - @the-witty-pen-name​

How Many - (Stucky x Reader) - @myfictionaldreams​

Boys in Bed with Books (14) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Nothing Sweeter - (Bucky x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight​

Be Quiet for Me - (Zemo x Reader) - @myfictionaldreams​

Who's got their claws in you my friend - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch​

Steve’s first pair of jeans - @drabblewithfrannybarnes​

I really love being your friend - (7) - (Bucky x Reader, Foggy x Reader) - @tuiccim​

Fireflies - @spectre-posts​ @wiypt-writes​

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A Stranger in My Own Home | Vampire!Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Prompt: Purple

Words: 1885

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

A/N: Took me long enough to get this out. Wanted to reveal a bit of backstory for Wanda while having an almost like a filler episode to show where they are at mentally before they start on their mission. Lots of existential talk. Continuation of [Stranger in Camo]

Summary: After the decision to step out of the shadows and take action against the inhumane lab experiments around the world, you, Wanda, and Zemo look back at what had led all of you to this point.

-

“To think that this place was here this whole time,” Zemo said in wonder, eyes taking in the castle before him. He turned in his seat, seeing the hedges knit back together, closing off any access from the outside world.

Two servants walked up, opening the door for you and Wanda. A woman stepped forward, handing you an iPad with any information she managed to find from the moment Wanda had called her to your arrival.

“Everything is ready for our guest,” she said.

You nodded, locking the screen as you turned to her. “‘Thank you, Ariadne.”

She smiled, giving you a polite nod before making her way back inside. Her smile was strained, you could just tell. Not just because she’d worked for you for a good fifteen years now, but also, from the tension in her shoulders, the wringing of her fingers, and her eyes not quite matching her lips. You would have to remember to go talk to her in private. There were currently other matters to focus on.

“We will send someone for your things later. That is if your information checks out,” Wanda told Zemo, leading him through the imposing double doors of the estate.

“I’m sure you would have had the means to investigate it years ago. Why didn’t you?” he asked, stopping briefly to take in the foyer.

You and Wanda did many remodelings throughout the years, including the purple carpet the ran through the foyer and up the grand staircase, updating with the times while keeping its original charm. Of course, in the place of your long deceased husband were you and Wanda, painted years after she had turned you. Zemo stepped closer to the painting, trying to find any indication of what year it was from.

“Like I’ve told you, we don’t normally interfere in the affairs of humans,” she said, standing next to him with her arms crossed.

“And you’re okay with that? Surely, that makes you no better than the Avengers,” he countered, failing to hide the bitterness laced in his voice.

“You know how humans are when there is something strange and more powerful than them. They’ll fear it, revere it, blame everything on it, then want to control it before destroying it. Right now, I get the sense that the Avengers are in various stages of those things, with you wanting to destroy it.”

Zemo could not deny it, nodding solemnly. “An empire toppled by its enemies can rebuild and rise again, but one which crumbles from within… that’s dead. Forever.”

Wanda hummed. “But they will find a way to come back, just not in the same way,” she said, “It depends on whether they’ve learned from their past. Trust me, I’ve seen it.”

She had traveled the Earth long before she had met you and seen kingdoms and civilizations that changed exponentially or no longer exist. There’s a cycle that is pliable to the will of each generation. Their choices, big or small, could build or tear them down. 

So, she understood where he was coming from. The government of his own country failed their people long ago and the very ones that were hailed heroes to them left the wreckage without sending aid to the ones who had suffered. A whole city had literally fallen and they did nothing to even acknowledge the people there. 

Zemo was only one man, but he was determined to bring down Earth’s mightiest heroes, because among those people that had fallen… was his family. To him, what was the point of having all this power and authority if you won’t use it to help those who you’ve sworn to protect? Those types of people did not deserve all that power. No one does.

“Come,” Wanda said, making her way towards the staircase, “I’ll show you to your room.”

-

Wanda found you in the drawing room, the same one where she had sat down in front of the fire that fateful night and turned you into a being like her. You were lounging on one of the plush couches with a wine glass of sweet warm crimson liquid. You took a sip of it and sighed.

“And what’s gotten you stressed, my love?” Wanda asked, sitting on the floor next to you.

“I spoke to Ariadne not too long ago. Her family had been stuck in the city when it fell. She needs time off to get everything sorted and I offered her any help that I could…”

“And?” 

It wasn’t as if she was being dismissive of it. If anything, she knew all too well the grief that Ariadne was currently going through and all the stress that came with dealing with the aftermath. Wanda also knew that you had always cared for each and every person that had worked for you, treating them like family. Your empathy could consume you for months, maybe even years. Yet, there was something more on your mind besides the passing of Ariadne’s family.

“I just wish I could do more.”

Wanda sighed, grabbing your hands and enveloping them in hers. They no longer feel icy now that your body temperatures were the same, but they didn’t get any warmer, either.

“We can’t save everyone.”

“I know.”

“But we’re trying to save them now, if what that baron says is true.”

You hummed, leaning down to kiss her knuckles. She gave you a small smile, something familiar flickering through her eyes. There were times where you’d see regret or sadness on her face when she thought you weren’t looking. You had approached her once about it and she confessed that sometimes she wondered if it was the right decision to turn you, making you watch the world rise and fall and age around you while you remained the same, depriving you of the simple human pleasures and sentiments. 

The first few years took getting used to, now that you had infinite time and infinite possibilities of what your life could be without there being a deadline. You came to the conclusion that you would not have changed a thing that night. Yes, it was sad to see the people in your home grow older, to see the distant family members that were younger than you having their own families and having a legacy through their children and their grandchildren and growing old with their partners. Only a few of your family remaining knew of what you were. An old family secret passed down through generations. Every family must have had at least one of those.

It would have been a much different experience if she had turned you and left. Living in this world alone forever sounded like torture. But, she stayed. Eventually, the two of you became more than friends, more than a passing curious fancy. You did not know what love, unconditional love, truly was until you met her, and you got to spend an eternity reveling in it.

You tried to imagine what would have been like if she left without turning you. What would you have done? Remarry to keep the estate afloat and keep everyone clothed and fed? Would you be able to salvage it on your own even after the war?

“What changed your mind?” you asked her.

She raised an eyebrow and hummed in question.

“About helping people. Hunting down those labs that were experimenting on people like they did to that boy and his sister.”

“I’ve always wanted to. I did…,” she said, standing up. You made space for her on the couch, letting her sit down before resting your head on her lap. “No matter what age it was, there will always be humans wanting to be gods or deciding to sacrifice others to gain favor of gods. I was a young vampire then, but I already grew sick of it. Lost sight of why I was angry and who I was angry at… I slaughtered an entire village. Villages, in fact.”

She had mentioned about those early days after she had been turned. It was something that she had confessed after you both wanted to make this relationship serious, that she had done horrible things to innocent people.

“You’ve changed since then,” you said firmly, “You have more control. You’re wiser. You won’t lose control like you did all those years ago.”

“How do you know? I had carelessly walked out to confront the boy that looked so much like my brother and almost interfered with their military. How do you know that I won’t just snap after holding myself back for so long?”

You lifted a hand and cupped the side of her head, making her look at you. “Because you’re not alone anymore. I’m here. I’ll always be here, no matter what. Forever and ever until the sun ceased to exist.”

Wanda shook her head with a watery smile at your sappiness, placing her hand over yours. “Until every star fades away.”

Zemo slipped away from the door, overcome with emotions that he had been bottling up up to this point. He understood that he was grieving, but the weight of it had not crashed into him until now. He ducked into another room, not trusting his shaking legs to carry him up the grand stairs to his room. His breath grew heavier with each step towards the nearest chair before he collapsed, tears streaking down his face as he struggled to get the family picture that he had tucked away in his jacket with shaky hands.

There was a jagged hole where his heart’s supposed to be, not so different from the crater that had been left when the city had risen in the sky. He had spoken to them yesterday - was it really just yesterday? - reassuring them that the countryside with his father would be safe and far from chaos in the city. Now, they’re gone. They’re actually gone. All he had left was the remnants of the house in the countryside, this photograph, and the voicemail from his wife. He had a few safehouses here and there, but they weren’t home.

At first, he had felt it unfair for vampires to have the ability to live forever, to have enhancements in their physiology to make them an apex predator, to be nearly invincible. But, sitting here now in a large estate surrounded with the history of Sokovia that dated back possibly centuries, breathing in deeply the musty smell of the library to calm his still beating heart, it did not seem all that glamorous as the stories say. 

How was he supposed to endure the torture of being the one left to continue breathing in the dusty air, walking through dirt and cracked asphalt, feeling every ache in his muscles and bones, and witnessing the miracles and atrocities of the world within his human years? To even think of enjoying a moment of life when they cannot feel the sun on their skin or fill the air with joyous laughter made Zemo feel bitter and filled with self-hatred.

You and Wanda had lost so much even before either of you turned immortal. Still, you had each other. A constant in an ever changing world. Zemo was now alone, untethered in a raging storm, while the world moved on to the next big disaster.

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