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Hi! Can I request top sorcerer male reader x bottom bucky barnes ( falcon and the winter soldier )

On their way to get help bucky has an idea of who can help them so he takes sam and zemo to readers house. Reader is happy to see bucky after a long time but also annoyed that he never tried to keep contact. Bucky tells reader they need help and reader seems annoyed that he only came to see him when he need something. Reader agrees but also gives bucky shit for it and tells them they can stay the night since it's already dark. Giving each their own room, bucky knocks on reader's door to catch up with him they end up chatting for a while but thier old feelings for each other start showing and they end up having sex. Then they clean up and sleep together holding each other.

Can it have praising ( bucky deserves to be praised) some light spanking, reader using some spells on him like making buck's clothes slowly come off by themselves and reader cumming inside bucky

Thanks :) can I also be 🐉 anon?

“long time no see?” — bottom!bucky barnes x male!reader

content warning! sub!bucky barnes, dom!male!reader, mentions of past relationships, slight angst (?), exhibitionism (?), prep, use of condoms, the reader is taller than bucky (slight mention), praise, mentions of punishment, feelings, l-bombs.

not proofread!

to say you hadn’t seen bucky barnes in a while would be an understatement, so to see him standing on your doorstep with two other men you didn’t know came as quite a shock.

“i’m sorry for the unexpected pop up, but we need your help.” he says, looking at you in earnest. you nodded, stepping aside to allow the med into your home.

“this is sam wilson and baron zemo. we ran into a little trouble and need to lay low for a while,” he mutters, standing awkwardly with the other two men in your living room.

“the first time i’ve seen you in years and it’s because you need something.” you sigh, crossing your arms and chuckling dryly to yourself. “yeah, yeah, i have some spare rooms. stay for as long as you need.” you nod.

bucky thanks you, and you could feel some of the tension in the room dissipate at your answer. bucky allows his eyes to linger on you for longer than they should’ve, an unreadable expression on his face while you show sam and zemo to their rooms.

you catch bucky’s eyes, letting a lopsided smile grace your lips. “im surpised you allowed us to stay,” bucky speaks up, breaking eye contact. you scoff, silently leading bucky back to your own room. “why wouldn’t i?” you asked. “letting three strangers into my home at two in the morning? yeah, why wouldn’t i?” you mutter, sarcasm dripping from your words.

bucky closes the door behind the two of you and leans against it. “‘m not a stranger..” he denies, a wry smile on his face. “what would you call it then?” you asked rhetorically. “everything was going so well for us, and then you just disappeared without a trace for three years, bucky.” you tell him, leaning against your dresser with your arms crossed as you stared him down.

“im sorry, okay? we just- it was scary.” he says finally, after a beat of silence. “the way you made me feel in such a short amount of time. im not used to that. ‘m not trying to excuse it, but i left because i was scared.” bucky utters, voice firm.

“scared of what, bucky? you’ve been completely absent for the last three years because you’re scared?” you asked, raising your voice. “being in love with you!” bucky gets louder, swallowing dryly after his words. “being in love with you was scary. it still is. i thought i could come here and see you after all that time, but i can’t.” he begins, taking a few steps towards you.

“i can’t look at you and pretend that im not still in love with you.” he says, quietly this time, voice soft and full of emotion. you closed the distance between the both of you, leaving only inches between the both of you. “then don’t. don’t pretend.” you murmur, before closing the small gap between the both of you.

your lips connect with his, and he smiles against you kissing back while your hands find his waist to pull him flush against you. “fuck, i’ve missed you,” he whispers against your lips, letting his hands roam.

you take a few steps back, and never does bucky detach himself from you. he shuffles into your lap, the cool metal of his hand brushing against your jaw.

you tug at his clothing, “you’re wearing too much,” you grit, pushing the leather jacket from his shoulders and helping him discard his shirt. he helps you do the same, moaning softly into your mouth as you palm him through his jeans.

he grinds against your hand, making an effort to raise his hips to slide his pants down. “now you’re wearing too much…” he whispers, tugging at your own shirt. you smile against his lips, moving one of your hands to the soft sheets underneath you to change positions.

bucky was under you, your body draped over his while you pulled down your pants and tugged off your shirt. “wait— wait, bucky,” you pant, smiling at the red blush across his face. “how far you you want to take this?” you ask, and bucky groans, head falling against your pillows. “i haven’t been touched by you in three years and you’re asking me— come over here and find out…” he grins, pulling you towards him once more. your lips connect to his once more, grinning at the way he needily pushed his hips into yours

you blindly reach over to your bedside table, pulling open the drawer to stumble and grab the lube and a condom. you help him tug off his underwear and pop the cap on the lube and rub a generous amount over your fingers.

“gotta prep you, make sure you can still take me,” you mutter, locking eyes with his and smirking to yourself. “always were a cocky- mmh,” his remark is cut short with his own whine of desperation. your finger found his rim, pushing past the ring of muscle with a single digit.

his face flushes with an even brighter red as he melts into the pillows. you add another digit and begin to scissor your fingers. the way you’re slowly tugging at is cock in tune with the pumps of your fingers has him panting into the cool air.

soon enough — and with another added finger — you determined he was stretched enough. bucky watched with lidded eyes as you rolled a condom onto your length. wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for him, you drizzled a little more lube onto your hand and spread it along his rim.

“you still okay?” you asked, checking in to make sure he was still okay. “m/n, i love you and your thoughtfulness but i would really like you to fuck me,” you mumbled bluntly. “ever the bold one, hm?” you ask, lining up with his rim and slowly pushing in.

“fuck..” he breathes, closing his eyes as you fill him up with every inch. you’re buried in him to the hilt, head dropping to his shoulder to breathe heavily for a moment. he shifts to kiss your neck, grinding his hips into yours as a signal that you could move.

you pull out, almost completely, and push in again. you gain a pace, pushing needy little moans from bucky with every push of your hips. you prop yourself up with your hands, watching as his face twists in a state of arousal.

“you gonna let ‘em hear, bucky? let ‘em all hear how you’re still mine?” you tease, reaching down to jerk his cock once more. “yes— fuck, yes,” he gasps, back arching and his moans increasing when you angle your hips just right.

“m/n, pleasepleaseplease-,” he begs softly, whining when you slow the pace of your hips to an excruciating drag, making sure to press into his prostate just right.

“what do you want, buck? ya’ gotta tell me,” you tease, taking pride in the way bucky falls apart under you. “harder, please- fuck, anything, i need to cum,” he moans, and he sounds so beautifully broken that it makes the arousal brewing in your stomach nearly boil over.

you move faster, the dirty squelch of the lube making everything that much more filthy. bucky nearly squeals at the sudden change in pace, cock twitching beneath your fingers.

“i’m so in love with y-you, oh god, ‘m gonna cum…” he rambles, chest heaving with his heavy breathing. his cocky twitches again and within moments his cum paints your hand. he clenched around you and makes you moan out, cursing under your breath as you cum seconds after and fill up the condom.

you pull out, not missing the tired whine that falls from his lips. “wow,” he breathes, smiling dazedly. “yeah, wow,” you snort, tying the condom and tossing it in your trash can. “wanna shower now or in the morning?” you ask him. “in the morning, i don’t think i have the energy for much else,” he answers, shifting in your bed.

“im in love with you too, bucky,” you tell him after a while, feeling his heartbeat against your side as he drifts away. he smiles, the feeling tickling your chest.

< i am horrible at ending fics, im so sorry >

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 month

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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

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #captain america civil war #baron zemo #baron zemo x reader #marion cotillard #rule 63 #genderswap #gender swap #genderbend #genderbent #female baron zemo #wanda maximoff #Sokovia

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therenlover · 9 months

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Balm (A Medieval!Helmut Zemo x Maid!Reader Fic)

A/N: Guess who's back from a 2-year hiatus and dragging Zemo back into style with me kicking and screaming? ME! ME! ME! More explanation is to come about why I've been gone and what the plan is now, but for the moment, enjoy the most-requested unfinished fic I had from before my mysterious disappearance <3

Synopsis: Your forbidden dalliance with Baron Zemo, the lord of the house, has finally landed you in the dungeons, subject to the whims of the guards and the endless passage of time. As your sanity slips away, you wonder what will come first, your execution or the Baron's return?

Tags: Hurt/Comfort Heavy On The Comfort, Reunions, Medieval!Zemo, Maid!Reader, Dungeons, Psychological Trauma

Rating: M (+18)

Warnings: References to Recent Sexual Assault and Psychological Torture (Male on Female, No Graphic Descriptions), Imprisonment, PTSD Symptoms **Stay safe and avoid this fic if you need to, this was a personal project made to help me cope with my own feelings about my trauma**

Word Count: 5,800~

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“Where is the girl?”

Sharp voices, some unknown and some chillingly familiar, boomed against the dark walls that closed in on me by the minute, gaining ground with every agonizingly long second. They were still far out, at least a minute away from the wrought-iron door of my cell. Somehow, though, I couldn’t bring myself to care. No, not anymore. If my execution was finally rapidly approaching with the sound of armor and thundering feet, it would be much more to my benefit than anything else the men approaching could possibly do to me. Or what they had already done.

The thought sent a shiver down my bare form despite the hardness of my heart.

Was there any torture, commonplace or strange, worse than what I had already endured at the hands of men who considered themselves to be bringers of justice and keepers of peace? I could not fathom it. Even a painful, slow death in the iron maiden would be preferable to the time I had been confined to the dungeons of the manor I’d once called home.

A soundless laugh, weak and bitter and halfway to a rib-crushing cough, escaped my cracked lips at the irony of it all. I tasted blood with every swallow.

Yes, I decided death was a welcome friend a long time ago, even if with it came the moment I dreaded most of all. In the pitch darkness, I let my eyes fall closed, and somewhere down the hall, the cacophony of voices grew louder.

“Why was I not informed of this the moment I returned to the manor?”

“I assure you, my lord, we thought it for the best-“

“For the best? You ignoramus-“

My lord.

The words stirred nameless feelings in my chest. Screaming, sobbing, nameless feelings that pulled the dregs of my humanity back to the stony surface of my strong facade.

How long had it been since those words had left my lips, a veneration above all others reserved only for the man I loved, despite their demands? I couldn’t even wager a guess. There were no windows in the dank room that served as my personal hell, just darkness and torchlight. The only way of keeping track of the suns and moons that passed was through the changing of the guards, and I had come to anticipate those for an entirely different reason. Counting the days had ceased being a priority long ago. It was much more important to count the passing shifts in order to prepare for the true punishment, doled out by faceless men in near-identical leathers. Here I was little more than the Baron’s abandoned whore, and rather than counting days I counted the cycling of warm bodies in the frigid underground air.

Horror and shame and rage coursed hot in my veins at the thought.

Surely this amount of men could only mean I was to be escorted to your execution, but I wondered in the darkness: Would they defile me one last time before dragging me out into the square, heavy hands and covetous eyes taking and taking and taking until there was no chance of forgetting what they had stolen from me, even as I took my final breaths? Or would they feign justice instead, slipping my bruised body back into the rough prisoner’s uniform that had remained crumpled in the corner far beyond my reach since the first hours I’d spent at their mercy? Either way, their impure actions would be evident when they dragged me out to the town square, which was a small blessing amongst the terrors that awaited. Maybe it would not be clear to the public, but the Baron… he would know.

He had known every inch of me. He would have to know.

He would see the marks, so similar to those left by his own fingers and teeth and lips and palms, and he would know the truth of the cruelty I’d faced, but he wouldn’t turn away from the sight of my broken body. It was his job as a crowned head to witness my death to the end the same as any other prisoner, no matter how gruesome or horrible an end I met. Perhaps that was to be his end of the punishment for the beautiful crime we’d shared. Perhaps, in a turn of events that I could only now imagine in the depths of my despair, he wouldn’t feel pain or punishment at all. My head could roll to his feet with no more than a tired sigh from his royal lips.

None of those possibilities really mattered though. Nothing mattered because nothing could be changed. Not anymore.

Distantly, I wondered if they would hang me, burn me, or separate me from my head. If I was especially unlucky, which I usually was, they might choose to make an example out of me and choose to draw and quarter me instead. The thoughts hung heavy in my mind, and all the while the end of my life drew closer and closer, marked by angered shouts and the gentle glow of torchlight, growing brighter and brighter in the corner of my sight.

I closed my eyes to the oncoming reality.

Seeing their reaction to me, strung up nude and probably still dripping with spend, would be too much. instead, I allowed myself to listen. That was the one sense they could not sully or steal away from me. Besides, if I kept my eyes open I would be forced to behold the faces of the guards, and I would much rather not have features to put to the nameless, faceless shadows that haunted both my nightmares and every waking hour. I had managed to keep them anonymous in my mind until now, and I would prefer to keep them that way until the end.

Something clanged a few feet away from the cell door, loud and tinny.

A voice called out from beside the noise, low and raspy. Familiar in the worst of ways. “My lord, what are you doing down here?”

“Where is she?” A new voice replied, “Which cell?”

Or… perhaps the voice wasn’t new. It rattled something within me, and slowly my memories regained some of their clarity. His voice was louder than I was used to hearing it, rougher around the edges than I remembered, but it was Helmut’s voice nonetheless. A weak smile spread across my bloodied lips despite my internal protestations.

He had come.

For what reason I still couldn’t say, but he was right there. He had come back and he was searching for me. The sound of him, his heavy footsteps and thunderous timbre close enough that I could almost imagine grasping the sounds from the air… I could not begin to describe the strange feeling bubbling up through my chest at his very presence, so close and yet so far. Still, I did not dare make a noise, I doubted I could manage a shout or even a whimper if I tried to, and instead, I listened as intently as I could.

The frantic conversation outside only grew louder as the men approached my cell. It was hard to fully focus on it. Through my hazy delirium of starvation and pain and hope, I could only focus on the image of his face in my mind, smiling brightly down at me in the firelight as he had so many times before. His touch was a phantom on my burning skin. It was a memory so close to reality that if I kept my eyes squeezed shut, it was almost indiscernible from the real thing, down to the bruises on my hips and the ache in my legs. Still, it was a fantasy, the final beautiful dream of a scullery maid who had taken too much from this cruel world to be allowed to continue to live in it.

I relished in every single moment I was gifted with him; past and present, real and imagined. There was little else I could possibly do but wait and hope, and hope was a dangerous thing.

“I’m afraid you’re too late, Baron. She is… no longer with us,”

The words made all the warmth I’d gathered up through my dreaming turn sour and cold in an instant. This was why hope was such a dangerous game for me to play. It comes just as easily as it goes, but it never leaves without taking something with it.

“What?”

“Her womanly constitution was simply too weak for the dungeons, my lord. We did everything by the book, I assure you of that, but she couldn’t manage it past the first week. She. Perished in her sleep,”

The guard's voice was so sickeningly genuine that even I almost believed him.

“That cannot be true. I refuse to believe it is true,”

“Aye, my lord. Any of us men could verify,”

Metal slammed against metal in the distance as shouting began in earnest, but I couldn’t focus on any of it. No, my mind was far, far away as I pondered the consequences of what I had witnessed.

I began to think that they never intended to let me die. At least not in the way I had been meant to. Instead, they would kill my soul and rob me of my sanity until my heart simply gave out from the horror of it all, hidden away in the bowels of the Baron’s manor where screams of pain and wails for help would fall on deaf ears. No one would come looking for me again. No one would even know I had survived. A sob escaped my mouth, breathy and broken. Would the tortures never cease?

A sudden silence followed.

Helmut spoke again in a quiet, measured tone. “What was that noise,”

I sniffled as the faceless man outside the door clambered to cover up whatever had caught the Baron’s attention.

“What, my lord?”

“That noise. What. Was. It.” The T seemed to be spat from the baron’s quivering lips. “I thought you said no others remained in these cells as we descended, so what could possibly be making noise?”

“I can assure you it was-“

A slam echoed through the dungeon. “Tell me the truth, or I shall imprison you long enough to find out when someone of your… constitution would perish under these conditions.”

There was silence.

No one spoke or moved an inch. I couldn’t even manage a whimper in that soundless eternal moment that seemed to stretch on and on into the oblivion that surrounded me on all sides. Creaking armor finally cut through it all, breaking through the void, and like a spark on dry kindling, everything burned quickly from there. Something clattered to the ground, metal rattled, boots stomped and keys clanged on their loop. Still, I could not bring myself to open my eyes, even as the great iron door of my cells groaned open and exposed my bare body to a new rush of freezing air from the hall.

All at once, silence prevailed again, cut only by the wails of air rushing down from the stairway.

I couldn’t lift my head; it was far too heavy on my trembling shoulders with my grubby, matted hair falling like a filthy curtain in front of my face. I didn’t need to lift it, though, to know Helmut was there in the doorway, beholding me in all my shame. Another sob cut its way through my throat and body at the thought. I was so consumed in my pain that I almost missed the sound of soft footsteps on the packed earthen floor beneath me.

“Schatz?” He whispered. I winced at the tenderness of the nickname he had once grown so fond of. It was like I could slowly feel him comprehending the level of my suffering the longer I sat, eyes screwed shut. If I stayed just like that, unmoving and unseeing, I might be able to imagine it all away like a dream. That was easier than the alternative. He had finally seen me as what I had always been: nothing. It was only a matter of time before his kindness soured too.

Despite the gruesome scene before him, though, he did not turn away. He did not run.

Instead, the Baron took a few tentative steps forward. I could practically feel his presence before me. Then he inhaled, sharp, but stayed silent for a moment more. If I hadn’t dared to know him better, I would have thought he had reached out to touch me before choosing another course of action. He couldn’t have done that, though. There was no possible way he still cared for me, especially after seeing me in such a state of filth and shame. Right?

“Oh, my sweetest one,” Helmut murmured, “what have they done to you?”

And just like that, I shattered at his slightest word.

“M-my lord, I…” my throat burned in protestation, a thousand red-hot needles thrust with every breathy whisper, “I have failed you. Punish me how you see fit,” In a sudden rush of pain, it was as though I could feel every bruise and slice on my body, every aching muscle in my arms screaming for release from the manacles above my head. I didn’t dare strain against the restraints, though, because even with Helmut present I couldn’t fathom what might happen if I stepped out of line knowing the guards were just steps away at the door. Despite the fear, it was excruciating.

As if he could sense your agony, the Baron jumped into action. “Someone remove her shackles! Now!” He shouted back towards the door.

I could hear a bit of shuffling behind him, trembling as the noises grew closer and louder. There were people with us now, people who might witness firsthand the impropriety of my relationship with the lord of the house. People who would use that against me in the worst of ways. A whimper escaped my lips at the thought as I could feel them lean in to undo my hands from the bolts on the wall. Though no one else would possibly notice, the man above me still smelled like sex.

Helmut was a constant tether to sanity through the terror. A distraction from the world outside the two of us in each following moment.

“You have not failed me, little one,” he said, “In fact, I’m incredibly proud of how strong you must have been.” His voice was soft, one only ever used for me. It felt almost too good to be true.

I shook my head, ignoring the sharp pains that shot through my neck, eyes still firmly closed. I couldn’t allow myself to hope. Not yet. “Why have you come here?” I begged, “We cannot be seen together. Your reputation…”

He sighed softly, and a familiar hand came to rest on my knee. I jumped from the alien sensation at first but corrected myself quickly. It was just Helmut. I knew those calloused palms by touch alone, as sure as I knew my own. Those hands were just as incapable of hurting me now as they had been when I first held them in the soft lamplight of the harvest festival so many moons ago.

“I am the head of this manor and the Baron of these lands. If I wish to protect the woman I love, I am well within my rights to do so,”

“Don’t,” I protested.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t give me hope. Not now, not so soon before we’ll be parted again,”

With a loud clunk, my wrists were released from their manacles.

After however long I had been imprisoned in this dark, wet hell, the muscles in my arms had weakened considerably. What once was toned muscle from years of labor now sat taut against bone, withered away with time and disuse. I could do little more than let them drop to my sides as the Baron rubbed calming circles into my knee with his thumb.

Why couldn’t he see how much it would hurt to be apart from him after this agony? How allowing me to dream now would only mean those dreams could be crushed when he returned to his life above. I had committed a crime, after all. Even if the punishment I had endured until this moment ended, I would still serve the rest of my treasonous sentence to the death without him. Alone. It all made me feel so defeated that I could do little more than cry dry tears and memorize the feeling of his skin on mine. It would keep my mind with me longer once he had gone if there was a pleasant memory to cling to. I couldn’t decide, though, if keeping my mind would be a blessing or a curse.

Helmut didn’t give up despite my insistence on pushing him away. In fact, I could almost imagine he grew gentler as a few guards shuffled about behind him. “Where are the fine clothes I had given you, my love?” he asked, “How can I warm you?”

What little moisture had returned to my mouth dried completely in an instant at his words. I couldn’t rip the answer from my tongue if I was forced to with a dagger at my heart.

Still, the Baron tried again. “If they’re here, please try to guide me to them. I can have one of the guards retrieve them,” The moment he mentioned the guard, every muscle in my body tensed, trembling from the effort of it all despite my mental protestations to calm. I couldn’t raise any alarms. I was too late, though. Helmut took note of my reaction with a measured rage as his teeth snapped together. “Ah,” his voice was a low growl, “I see now. No need to fret, Schatz. I’ll have Oeznik bring you a fresh gown. You won’t need whatever they dressed you in down here from now on anyway,”

Distantly, I could hear the hurried rush of slippered feet disappearing down the stone corridor, and I could only assume it was the trusted manservant following his lord’s orders to fetch me some clothes. I was so focused on following the sound of footfalls up the stairs that I almost didn’t notice the warmth of a cloak settling around my bare shoulders, draping over my nudeness and surrounding me with the string musk of cedarwood and sweat. I almost felt safe there, within the thick fur and leather of that mantle. When was the last time that had been even partially true? I couldn’t honestly say I knew. Maybe was that Helmut was there, so close to my side, or maybe it was that my modesty was covered for the first time in gods know how long, but no matter which was true, a strange sense of relief began to flood my veins. It burbled up to the surface like some sort of warm natural spring flowing from the very core of my being. For the first time in ages, I could breathe without terror, even if not without pain.

After the initial rush, though, it almost felt as though not facing my imminent demise made everything worse.

If I wasn’t actively about to be executed at any given time, that meant I had to face the things I’d seen, the things that had been done to me… oh yes, things felt much worse when I had to confront them in the proverbial light of day.

All at once, I learned that there were fates far worse than death and that mine was one of them.

A gasp, wet with blood and spittle, escaped my throat as I burrowed deeper into the cloak, pressing my face to the collar where the Baron’s scent was strongest. He was quick to bring a hand to my face, but I pulled away from the gesture. I couldn’t bear to look at him. To let him look at me… it was unfathomable. Not as I was.

Despite everything, Helmut was as patient as he could be while I trembled there. He rubbed his calloused thumb slowly over my gaunt cheeks, hushed me, and dried my tears. Everything about him seemed to radiate comfort like the sun.

The switch flipped when one of the guards made the mistake of speaking.

“Baron,” the new voice said, voice low, “don’t you think it best to-“

He never got to finish his sentence.

No, before he had the chance to utter another syllable, Helmut was standing at his full height and grasping the man firmly by some piece of his armor, dragging him closer across the muck on the floor.

“What were you about to say to me?” The man did not reply, but the Baron refused to relent to his silence. “I asked you a question, worm. When your lord commands, you obey,”

The guard's reply was stuttered out as soon as his heaving breaths allowed him a moment's respite. Was Helmut… choking him?

“I was going to suggest that you return to your father to get an official pardon before you decide to elope with a rightfully imprisoned woman, Baron, no matter the nature of your business with her. Need I remind you that he is the true Baron of this manor until his passing, after all,”

That was, evidently, not the correct thing to say.

A growl ripped free of Helmut’s throat that could have been loosed by a wild beast as he shoved the man harshly to the floor.

I heard others move to defend their comrade, but they all seemed to still at the sight of Helmut’s ferocity. In an instant he was standing over the fallen guard with what I could only imagine was a murderous rage from behind my shut eyelids.

“Rightfully imprisoned? Rightfully imprisoned?” Rage dripped from every seething word, “There is no rightful imprisonment when you strip a prisoner of their decency- of their humanity! When was the last time she was fed? Allowed time off the rack to care for herself? Rightfully imprisoned… you lost the right to claim that the second you locked her down here without the advisory of my father, who has given me full permission to free her and return her to my quarters immediately,” Helmut paused for a moment before adding, gravely, “I shall call a healer for her there to confirm what I believe to be true, and if it is… well, may the gods have mercy on your souls, because I certainly will not,” With that, he spat into the face of the guard at his feet and stepped back, taking heaving breaths, though I could not tell if it was from the effort of his rage or the effort of holding it back.

The moments that followed beloved into sort of quiet chaos in the darkness of my mind. There was a shirt scuffle as the guard seemingly rose to his feet once more, aided by his compatriots, while Helmut stood silent. I could just make out the shaky sound of his ragged breathing. Everything else just melded into a cacophony of voices and loud, disjointed noises that seemed to jump out of the darkness and straight for me. It made me want to implode.

It was as if, all at once, everything became… too much to bear. The air was too thick and the sounds were too loud and every inch of my being was alight with small bursts of needling pain, driving far past my skin and deep into my bones as the room grew colder and colder around me. The sensations were nothing compared to the tortures I had endured before, physically or otherwise, but with the promise of freedom and safety waiting so closely to me in the form of the man that I loved, even the smallest of pains felt unbearable and unending. It was as if every bit of suffering. Had fought through at the hands of the guards to survive to see this glimmer of hope had been compounded into one, large pressure that threatened to crush me the second I clawed my way to freedom.

Helmut would never allow that to happen, though. Not again. Not after he had seen me in this state. I could only suspect that this newfound softness in him meant he wouldn’t allow me away from his side for quite some time, no matter how ridiculous or unbelievable such an idea seemed. In the deepest, most shameful corners of my heart, I could only hope it would be true. I wanted desperately to be tucked away someplace soft and warm and utterly mundane where I would never be forced to face another ounce of horror or darkness for the rest of my life.

Somewhere between the sudden influx of sensation and the daydream of peace, I forgot to keep my eyes shut.

My eyelashes peeled apart, adhered together with some sort of muck, revealing Helmut standing before me. The sight of him was enough to let me fight through the pain of the light and keep them open. A soft sob escaped me once more.

His body was tense and readied for movement, white shirt soaked with sweat and grime and what looked like it had to be blood as he stood with his back to me, one arm outstretched back towards me in a silent gesture of comfort he didn’t even know if I would see. He could not reach me, nor did I think he intended to, but it offered me security nonetheless. His other hand sat easily on the hilt of his sword, resting sheathed on his hip as it always did during long trips outside the manor walls. Had he come directly to me upon his return home, not even taking the time to shed his outdoor cloak and sword, only to find me missing from my place in his chambers? I banished the thought from my head. That was unimportant at the moment. What mattered was that Helmut’s body served as a barrier of safety between me and the rest of the world. It gave me just enough courage to keep my eyes hooded, but open.

It took a moment to adjust to the darkness. While the torches in the hall still burned brightly, the great iron door blocked most of their glow from reaching my gaze. The light was just enough to focus in on the world beyond Helmut’s silhouette, letting me catch sight of the glint of a guard's sword appearing from the dark corner of the room before the Baron did.

What once was quiet chaos devolved into loud, maddening chaos from there.

I screamed. That was certain, even when all else was not. It was a dry, cracked, raw thing that escaped me as the hidden guard broke rank and lunged across the room. There was no humanity in his ice-cold eyes, not the slightest glimmer of anything besides bloodlust and pure self-preservation crossing his face, and yet somehow, despite all the time I had spent at the mercy of him and his companions, I held no fear for myself. Instead, the terror that wracked my body was for the man who stood between me and the sword.

Helmut was the only thing in the world that could keep me from an eternity of torment and his attacker knew that better than even I did at the moment. He intended to kill the man I loved, a treasonous act, in exchange for the safety of his own hide. If Helmut was bested… I couldn’t even fathom it. The moment stretched on endlessly, and yet there was no time to think about the sight I beheld. As the Baron took note of the man, he drew his own sword. I urged my own abused muscles forward, managing to almost drag myself across the few feet of space that separated me and my lord and his hand, still outstretched towards me; a beacon of reassurance. The moment my fingers brushed his, I collapsed, muscles spasming against the dirt. I had done my part. From there, I could do nothing but close my eyes once more and wait for the telltale metallic noises of swordplay.

They never came.

Helmut jolted before me, hard enough that even from my spot on the floor I couldn’t help but wince, and I heard the telltale swish of his blade leaving its sheath, feeling the wind in its wake on my teary face. Still, the terrible fight I anticipated didn’t rage on. I couldn’t hear any of the other guards present so much as breathe. I found myself utterly lost in the darkness. My cluelessness towards the current situation was almost worse than seeing Helmut skewered, at least in that moment as I reached out and grasped fistfuls of dirt, desperate to hold on to something real. Someone groaned a quick, pained breath, and then everything ceased to be.

Time stopped there for a while. Maybe it was only in the prison of my own mind, but it was as if the space between breaths had extended out into the infinite darkness and fear that consumed me whole. He couldn’t be dead. Even if he was, I couldn’t bear to check.

The moment was only broken when a familiar voice cut through the silence. “Shall I have him disposed of, my lord?”

My eyelids were heavy, but I forced them up and open as I released my fistfuls of dirt and dragged my face up to look towards the door only to find Oeznik had returned. With a bundle of linens in one hand and a bloodstained sword in the other, he stood flanked by some of the elder Baron’s personal guards. If looks could kill, the man who had attempted to take Helmut’s life would have been in a much more merciful situation, and the baron stood before you, triumphant.

His blade remained pressed into the man’s neck, keeping the poor bastard frozen mid-swing for fear that one wrong move would take off his head. All the while Helmut’s face remained hidden from my view. If his body language was anything to go by, it was taking all of his self-control not to slaughter the guard right then and there, but he remained as still as a statue, unreadable and cold, as I reached a trembling hand up to his still extended hand like a lifeline. He squeezed my cold fingers in his own comfortingly the moment we managed to touch.

“Just ensure that he doesn’t move from this cell,” Helmut replied, “None of them should,”

It was as if the great group of men gathered around the door forgot how to breathe. I, on the other hand, felt freer than I had in an eternity.

“Shall I lock the door behind us?” Oeznik inquired.

Despite his hidden face, I could hear the pure wickedness and vengeance in Helmut’s grin. “Yes, Oeznik, and station a few of our best men at the door. One of them may still have a key, and all would be for naught should they simply remove themselves from captivity,”

“Right away, my lord,”

It shouldn’t have surprised me when Helmut let go of my hand and finally shifted himself to regard me once more. Still, the look in his eyes made my heart feel although it could stop beating. He turned and knelt before me, taking my muddied face in his hands and brushing a thumb over my cheek. His touch was so tender I almost forgot to breathe, as though taking even a gulp of air would break the spell and plunge me back into reality. The light, remained, though, even as he sank to his knees to assist me.

“There's no need for us to tarry here any longer, schatzi. Come along now,”

An almost childlike, hysterical wonder flooded my senses as I tried to pull his cloak tighter to my body. The warmth was addictive. “We’re going? Together?”

“Yes darling, together,”

“But what if someone sees us? Baron, I can’t let them see you like this, especially with me in such a state. If someone from town were to see-“

Though his face betrayed none of his emotions, the ice-cold tone of Helmut’s voice was enough to send a shiver down my aching spine. “I will cross that bridge when I’m required to. Now come. You’ve spent far too much time in this dank hole already and I refuse to let you remain here for even a moment longer,”

I needed no more convincing than that to take the Baron’s hand as he helped me up on unsteady feet.

Standing again was a strange sensation, to say the least. It was as if I were a fawn taking my first steps across the damp forest floor in spring. Helmut kept me upright against his side and jumped into action the moment he was needed, bracing my body on his as my legs gave out time and time again in the steps toward the door. When the struggle became too great for him to bear watching, he wasted no time before sweeping an arm beneath my knees and cradling me to his chest, making sure to keep me wrapped securely in his mantle along the way. From there I could do little more than let the shock set in, drifting in and out of the present as he carried me away from the hell hole I had believed I would never leave again. All the while, a loose, pained smile crossed my bloody lips.

On the way up the steep, winding stairs, I faintly recalled hearing Helmut muttering to Oeznik, who remained a few paces ahead of you during the ascent like a buffer. The contents of their conversation eluded me. I could only assume they were speaking of what had transpired, but I couldn’t say with any certainty. Not with the way my mind seemed to be covered in a thick fog as soon as I let my eyes drift shut once more, tucked into the furs that surrounded me on all sides. The only certainty in the world became the steady thrumming of Helmut’s heart and the heady musk of travel clinging to his clothes and skin.

As the last of my lucidity faded, I opened my eyes one last time, only to be greeted by the warm light of dawn. It streamed down upon me in a million colors from the stained glass windows lining the hall. I had believed so truthfully that I would never see the sun again, and yet here I was, bathed in the glory of a new morning. A new day.

Everything became lost to time from there as my eyes drifted shut once more, still catching glimpses of colored light from behind my eyelids until I lost my grasp on the present.

#helmut zemo #zemo #baron zemo #zemo x reader #daniel brühl #x reader #marvel fanfiction #falcon and winter solider series #technically there will be a part 2 to this but it'll take me a few days to edit it up

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maxxioislost · 3 years

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⚠️NSFW⚠️

My MCU simp list and kinks i think they would have

This is all ‘x Male reader’ btw

Zemo

Gun/Knife kink

Switch

Breeding

Edging

Roleplay (Prison guard/Prisoner is his favorite)

Choking

Domination

Degradation and praising (Both ways)

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

Knife play

Switch (mostly dom)

EDGING (for hours at a time)

Domination (both ways)

Breeding (he’s got 3 kids for a reason)

Cockwarming (for hours at a time too)

Praising/being praised

Uniform kink

Tony Stark

Degradation

Hardcore Switch

PUBLIC SEX (always horny, so anywhere he can get away with)

Teasing

Edging

Hardcore BDSM

Pup play (only if you’re the pup)

Leash+Collar

Mask/Suit/uniform kink

Non-Con Roleplay

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Knife/Gun play

Slight Blood kink

Light Switch (mostly Dom, but is okay with being Sub every one in a while)

Praise kink (Both ways)

Public sex

Fisting (only with metal arm)

Edging

A lot of Foreplay

Slow, never too rough

Is always concerned if he’s hurting you

Sam Wilson

Foreplay is his favorite

Aftercare champ

Sir, Daddy, Captain kink

Edging (only for him, he likes to last long, but he wants you to finish more than once)

Suit kink (he likes his cap suit a bit too much)

Car sex (a lot)

Tried Sex while flying, but it didn’t work lol

Threesomes (only M/M/M tho)

Hardcore switch

Slight Knife kink (don’t ask)

Steve Rogers

This man has sex?

idk im making all this shit up

Only a Dom.

‘Str8’ 🤨

Low key acts homophobic but will fuck you till you’re brainless

Calls your hole a pussy

Won’t admit his Sir/Captain kink

he’s fucked more guys than you, yet he won’t admit he likes men

Loves the ‘Bros help bros out’ saying

Degradation

Humiliation

Public Sex (likes to take risks, like the gym shower/in shared living room)

Slight Dubcon?

Natasha Rominoff

Dommy Mommy

Pup play (you’re the pup)

Collars with ‘Good puppy’ on it

Breeding (god she loves this.)

No edging allowed here

Slow and loving and also fast and rough

slight bondage

Spanking

Ownership of your..body parts

That’s it. i can’t think of anyone else

edit (July, 2022) it’s been over a year since i. posted this, i don’t agree with most of the steve rogers ones, i was a steve h8r

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syiano · 3 years

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Masterlist ~Imagines and Headcanons~

Avengers

~Headcanons~

●Being A Witch Who Studies Alot

●Being A Minecraft Player

WandaVision

~Headcanons~

❣Being Billy and Tommy's Younger Brother

Peter Parker

~Headcanons~

🕸Being Peter's Clumsy boyfriend

🕸Being Peter's intimidating boyfriend

🕸Your First Date With Peter Parker Would Include...

🕸Being Pietro and Wanda's Brother and Dating Peter

🕸Being Wanda and Vision's son and Having A Crush On Peter Would Include...

🕸Being A Mutant Headcanons

🕸Being An Author and Dating Peter Headcanons

🕸Being Peter's Short Boyfriend

🕸Being Scott's Son and Dating Peter

🕸Being Peter's Pianist Boyfriend

~Imagines~

🕸Peter staring at you in awe

🕸Peter watching you telling someone off.

🕸Peter daydreaming about you.

🕸Peter constantly talking about you to Ned.

🕸Singer!Peter noticing you in the crowd.

🕸Peter being a little sad when he sees you happy with someone else.

🕸Peter being happy because you're going on a date with him

🕸You constantly distract Peter.

🕸Peter finding out you're his secret admirer

🕸Making Peter take a break.

Loki

~Headcanons~

🐍Being Loki's sweet boyfriend

🐍Being Loki's taller boyfriend

🐍Being A Horror Movie/Book Fan and Dating Loki Headcanons

🐍Being Loki's Protective and Powerful Boyfriend Would Include...

🐍Being Natasha's Younger Brother and Loki Having A Crush On You

~Imagines~

🐍Loki comforting you when you're scared.

🐍Waiting for Loki to arrive.

🐍Telling Loki you love him, but he doesn't believe you.

🐍Telling the Avengers how loving and affectionate Loki is with you in private.

🐍Teasing Loki in public

🐍Being Thor and Loki's younger brother and someone's flirting with you.

🐍You making Loki laugh when he's upset.

🐍The Revengers seeing how exicted you are about your reunion with Loki

🐍You make a good point and Loki tries to comeback to it.

🐍Loki watching you do...crazy stuff.

🐍You won't talk to Loki but Thor has an idea .

🐍You're dating Steve but Loki is mocking him.

🐍Loki being intrigued when he meets you.

Thor

~Headcanons~

⚡Being Thor's shy boyfriend

~Imagines~

⚡Being Thor and Loki's younger brother and someone's flirting with you.

⚡Calling Thor beautiful

⚡You won't talk to Loki but Thor has an idea .

Pietro Maximoff

~Headcanons~

○Being Faster Than Pietro

○You're First Kiss With Pietro

○Being Pietro and Wanda's Brother and Dating Peter

○Being Wanda's Best Friend and Pietro Being Jealous Would Include...

○Pietro Dating A Single Father Headcanons

○Being Pietro's Shy Boyfriend

○Being A Nurse and Pietro Crushing On You

~Imagines~

○Pietro getting what you need when you're sick.

○Pietro trying to confess to you.

○Telling Pietro not to eat your snacks.

○Being Pietro and Wanda's sibling and they get protective when it comes to Tony.

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

~Headcanons~

❄Being Bucky's boyfriend while he's recovering.

❄Being Bucky's Boyfriend and Working With John Walker Would Include...

❄Comforting Bucky Because of John Walker Headcanons

❄Being In A Poly Relationship With Steve and Bucky

❄General Winter Soldier!Bucky

~Imagines~

❄Bucky giving you a massage

❄Waking up next to Bucky.

❄Bucky checking you out.

❄Going on a car ride with Bucky.

❄Bucky getting jealous.

Steve Rogers

~Headcanons~

☆Being Steve's short boyfriend

☆Being Steve's Shy/Timid Boyfriend

☆Being Steve's Magic Boyfriend

☆Steve With A Boyfriend With Long Hair

☆Steve Dating An Anti-Hero

☆Being In A Poly Relationship With Steve and Bucky

☆Wearing Steve's (Oversized) Clothes

~Imagines~

☆Steve With A Boyfriend With Ice Powers

☆Being An Artist and Dating Steve

☆Steve getting annoyed because you cuss too much.

☆T'Challa and Steve seeing how happy Bucky is with you.

☆You're dating Steve but Loki is mocking him.

Wade Wilson

~Headcanons~

❤Kissing Wade Awake

~Imagines~

❤You snap for the first time.

Sam Wilson

~Headcanons~

Being Sam's Winged!Boyfriend

Being Sam's Introvert Boyfriend

Being Zemo's Younger Brother + Bucky and Sam Fighting Over You

Being Sam's Best Friend and Dating Zemo

Peter Maximoff

~Headcanons~

💙Being Peter Maximoff's Short Boyfriend

Zemo

~Headcanons~

🗡Being Zemo's Short and Shy Boyfriend Would Include...

🗡Being Zemo's Younger Brother + Bucky and Sam Fighting Over You

🗡Being Zemo's Clingy Boyfriend Would Include...

🗡Dominating Zemo Would Include...

🗡Being Sam's Best Friend and Dating Zemo

🗡Zemo Taking Care of You When You Have A Cold

🗡Being Zemo's Boyfriend and Having A Pet Cat

~Imagines~

🗡Asking Zemo if he made a situation worse.

🗡Bucky and Sam meeting you...Zemo's boyfriend.

Quentin Beck

~Imagines~

🔮Being Quentin's Gamer Boyfriend

Tony Stark

💲Being Tony's Creative Boyfriend

💲Being Stephen's Son and Dating Tony

💲Being Tony's Boyfriend and Having Light Powers

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loveofafangirl · 3 years

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Lazy Afternoon

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader/You (gender, race, and body type not specified)

Synopsis: Kisses are a must on a lazy afternoon with Zemo. *Fluff*

Word Count: ~400

A/N: this is a mostly pointless drabble, but isn’t kissing and being kissed by Zemo the dream? Or is that just mine? This man 😍🙈

His brow furrows, deep in contemplation. You hear him draw in a deep breath as his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, rubbing away the memories fighting for his focus. The book he is reading lays open on his chest.

"Hey." You move beside him and rest on the edge of the sofa, running your fingers soothingly through his soft hair, massaging his scalp. "Can I get you anything?"

His head falls to the sides. The tension on his brow eases at the sight of your face.

You lean over, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead, relishing how his features relax under your care. You stand, thumb lingering on his cheek with a barely-there touch. "I'll let you get back to your reading."

His hand covers yours, bringing it to his lips. He brushes a feathery kiss on your palm. "You are a vision." His eyes glow as his gaze traces your features.

Your brow arches curiously, "Want some company?"

"Could I say no?"

"I suppose.” You shrug, a coy smirk dancing on your lips. “You could."

"I could do no such thing." Zemo marvels as you settle over his lap. "You have the power to sway me as you please."

"Is that so?" Your lips lower to his, hovering there. "I'll have to remember that."

"I trust it is not something you shall forget."

You kiss the corner of his lip, denying him what he wants, instead, kissing a path up his jaw. His coarse beard tickles your lips; he had let it grow out for you. You focus on the pleasant sensation it brought as you nuzzle into him.

His hands map down your spine, caressing every inch along the way.

Tiny sparks tingle through you at his touch, warming you to your core. Your breath lingers on his neck as you kiss beneath his ear.

His smoky voice breathes your name, pulling you back.

Your lips ghost over his, savoring his soft reply. Your kisses are slow and ceaseless, the kind that leaves you feeling dizzy and breathless when you part.

His arms circle your hips, wrapping you in his warmth and comfort. He deepens your embrace, enticing you further into him.

The two of you melt together, breathing in each other until you share the same breath. Your kisses linger on throughout the lazy afternoon, your focus on nothing, but the overwhelming peace you both felt lost in one another.

Marvel Perma(til the end of the line): @the-soot-sprite; @fandomxreaders

Zemo tags: @montypythonsholysnail ; @killsandthrills ; @noavengers ; @nalabarnes1031

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xmalereader · 3 years

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Helmut Zemo X Male Reader

|| Masterlist ||

Contains spoilers from tfatws episodes 1-6 and its a Mandalorian AU, this idea was inspired by this user: @clints-lucky-arrow I read their idea about Zemo owning the Darksaber and couldn’t help but feel inspired to write something about it! :)

Summary: After the avengers broke up, Helmut Zemo was never captured or attempted suicide. Instead he went searching for an old artifact that comes from a different planet and that somehow ended up on earth.

Warnings: Slight dark theme, the mandalorian crossover, mandalorian history, darksaber, slight angst, tfatws spoilers, reader is Zemos partner.

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Romania — 2016

Two strangers have been searching for a special artifact for years, it was first found out about when they attended an auction a few years back. Zemo had been trying to get his hands on some Hydra files and a special notebook that contained the code words that can control the Winter Soldier. During their exploring they heard about an artifact that had come from a different planet located far away from their solar system.

Most people would scoff, asking themselves on how something so special could end up on earth, but many people believed that this artifact was real due to them already seeing strange things appearing in their cities and having to deal with alien existence. Zemo had stolen the red notebook and the information about this powerful artifact that has been around for years. He had given this information to his trustworthy partner, allowing him to read and decipher the files. Hoping that it’ll help guide him to this powerful artifact.

His partner, y/n, has been working with Zemo for as long as he can remember. The two have been through thick and thin. They were both loyal and truthful and not once have they thought about betraying the other. After Zemo had given him the files he would spend hours trying to figure out more about this artifacts history and why it was considered important. Both he and Zemo would visit multiple libraries from around the world, reading books that could help them find more information, but they always reached a dead end.

Both he and Zemo were close to giving up until they find something hidden in the Hydra files that were leaked a few years back. Zemo was able to decipher those files, finding information about the artifact and where it could be located.

“They called it the Darksaber.” Zemo read out loud as he sets a picture down in front of y/n, the Darksaber was straight, rectangular shape, with a guard. It didn’t look anything special to him as he raised a brow at the picture. “Where was it Last located?” He asks, pushing his book aside.

“Romania.” Zemo replies back, looking through the hydra files as he sets it down on the coffee table. “It says here that the Darksaber was a unique black bladed saber that was created by someone named Tarre Vizsla.” Zemo sits across from y/n as he explains where the Darksaber came from. “It says that the Darksaber came from a planet named Mandalore, a home planet where the most powerful and strongest warriors lived. They called themselves Mandalorians.”

Y/n looks at the hydra files and bites his lip. “Why do you think Hydra has this information? I mean—this Darksaber must’ve been important to these mandalorians.” He said. “So, why is it here or how did it end up here?” He asks. “The Darksaber is a powerful weapon that is won during battle and whoever wields it can claim the throne on Mandalore.” Said Zemo, giving him a small grin and a small tilt of his head.

“Wait, so your saying that if we find this Darksaber. It could be possible that we could rule a whole unknown planet?” The other whispers out in shock, not believing that a weapon like this could gain control over a lot of people and a whole planet. “Even if we find it here, it won’t be possible to rule over Mandalore. The planets location is unknown to us and the artifact is millions of years old, we don’t know if Mandalorians are still around.” Zemo explains. “Also, we don’t know much about them that it’s hard to say on how this Darksaber ended up here in the first place.”

The two wanted to find this Darksaber but still had a lot of questions about these Mandalorians and their planet, they still don’t know how important this artifact is or the history behind it. All they know that it used to belong to someone and that it’s used to claim the throne, but nothing else is mentioned. They don’t know what Mandalorians are or what they do, they don’t know anything about their culture or their ways of living. It all still remained a mystery.

After getting enough information they were able to find the Darksabers location near Romania, hidden deep inside a castle. Both y/n and Zemo had to find ways on how to find the Darksaber in the castle, they would take tours around the castle, hoping to find something that’ll tell them where it’s located. Sometimes they would break in late at night, taking out the guards and stealing their outfits as they searched around the castle grounds. It didn’t take long for Y/n to find the Darksaber, hearing a soft whisper through the tunnels during one of their late night break ins.

Claim me

Y/n felt himself shiver, not knowing if he was hearing things or slowly going crazy. He searches for Zemo that night, telling him that he could hear whispers around the castle. He expected Zemo to brush it off and tell him that it’s probably nothing, but the older man could only stare at him with wide eyes as he says.

“You hear it too?”

The two followed the voice through the tunnels, hearing it grow louder as they approached their destination. Y/n had to cover his ears at one point, not being able to take the voice anymore. It felt dark and desperate, wanting someone to claim it. Zemo was able pinpoint its location. The Darksaber was hidden behind a wall with Mandalore writing, but the two had no way of understanding the language.

The break in again the next night, bringing useful tool that’ll help them break open the wall. The two took turns breaking down the wall, hearing the voice grow louder as they got closer to the Darksaber.

Claim

The voice continued to chant as Zemo finally breaks a hole through the wall, Hearing the voice die down as a cloud of dust blocks their vision. Y/n coughs and waves his hand around, clearing out the dust as he look inside to see the Grey hilt lying inside. Zemo steps up and reaches inside, taking the hilt in his hand as he looks at it carefully.

Y/n looks back inside to see a small cylinder, reaching in he takes out the strange cylinder and places it in his hand. “What—?” He gasps in shock as the strange device lights up, showing a hologram of a stranger wearing silver armor.

“My name is Din Djarin, Ruler of Mandalore.”

Zemo steps up and gently takes the device from y/n, holding it out for the two of them to see.

“If you are receiving this message, it is because Mandalore has fallen. Throughout the years, Mandalorians have been trying to search for peace, wanting to claim Mandalore back and to rebuild their home planet. But, due to my claim of the throne the Mandalorians have split up. Some wanting to follow a leader that’ll help them through both battle and politics while others wish to follow a leader that followed the old ways.” Din explains.

“I won the Darksaber in battle by protecting my son. I had no reason to claim the throne on Mandalore and did not want this responsibility. I have tried many times on getting rid of the Darksaber, but due to our stories the only way that it can be taken is if the rightful ruler is battled for the throne.” Din goes silent for a few seconds before letting out a small sigh. “My people saw me as the rightful ruler of mandalore. They saw me as their leader and as someone they could look up too. I’ve lead a planet to peace and not war, I’ve worked my way through politics and wanting to keep my people safe, until a certain Mandalorian named Bo-Katan, challenged me for the Darksaber. She has battled me many times and not once did she succeed.” Dins shoulder tense as his helmet tilts to the side. “Bo-Katan always wanted power. She was selfish and didn’t think about her own decisions which caused another purge on Mandalore. The Darksaber is too powerful and dangerous, which is why I kept It hidden. If this message reaches you than please, keep the Darksaber safe. This is the way.”

The holo comes to an end as it turns off on its own, leaving he room in silence as Y/n and Zemo stare at the empty holo. Y/n gently lowers his arm down, gripping the holo as he sighs deeply and slips it inside his bag, turning back to Zemo. “A purge on their home planet, all because of that.” He points at the grey hilt that Zemo held in his hand.

“The Darksaber is a symbol to them, a symbol of leadership. Something that his people believed in until one of them focused more on the power of this weapon than on the symbolism that it represents.” Said Zemo. He tilts the hilt to the side and placed his hand on the small trigger, awakening the Darksaber as it ignites its dark blade.

Y/n’s widen in amazement as he steps closer, feeling the heat as he stares at the black balded saber. “Like the king said, we must keep it safe.” He hears Zemo say as he too stares at the blade before switching it off and seeing the blade disappear.

Germany — 2024

“Why is he out of prison?!” Sam shouts at Bucky as they stood in the same garage as Zemo. A few years ago Zemo was captured by t’challa, sending him to prison for the murder of his father. Zemo spent 6 years in prison until he officially broke himself out in order to help both Bucky and Sam with their super soldier situation.

“If I may—“

“No!”

Both Bucky and Sam say at the same time as they glare at Zemo.

“—apologize.” Zemo mumbles the last part in a soft whisper as he allows the others to argue like an old married couple while he makes his way around the garage, collecting some clothes to change into since he was still wearing the guards clothes.

“So what can you tell us about the super soldier serum?” Asked Sam as they followed the man closely as Zemo explains to them on how to find the serum and how he has connections with people that can help them out.

“But first, I suggest getting ready before we head off.” He gives the two a smile before leaving to change, he pulls out his phone and dials a number, placing the phone near his ear as he smiles at the sound of his partners soft voice.

“Liebling, prepare a private plane, I’m coming home.”

“Who’s this?” Sam asks as he nods towards the other man who stood outside of the private jet. Zemo smirks as he approaches the other man, “Liebling.” He says as he leans forward to place a kiss on his husbands lips. “This is Y/n, my husband.” He introduces to both Bucky and Sam.

Bucky scoffs. “That can’t be right.”

Y/n glares. “Is their a problem with me being married to a man?”

“I’m not worried about you getting married to a man, I’m worried on how you got married to him.” Bucky points at Zemo who only rolls his eyes and boards the plane. “Who I marry shouldn’t matter to you.” Y/n says back harshly as he boards the plane, sitting across from Zemo as he leans back in his seat.

“Hast du es mitgebracht?” Asked Zemo

Did you bring it?

Y/n opens the left side of his coat to show Zemo the Darksaber clipped to his belt. “I always keep it close, just as promised.” He answers back. The Darksaber has been in their lives for awhile now. They have been keeping it safe and away from people that’ll abuse it’s power. The Darksaber was special, it had spoken to them many times about its history and the darkness behind it. But, both Zemo and Y/n try their best to control the blades darkness and to not allow it to corrupt them.

“Where exactly are we heading?” Y/n asks as he takes Zemo’s book and flips through the first few pages. “Madripoor, their will find someone who will give us information about the serum and who is making it.” He explains, watching y/n closely as he bites his lip and sets the book aside. “Let’s hope we don’t get into any trouble.” He added with crossed arms as he too stares back at Zemo. The two making eye contact.

“I hate to break the sexual tension but—how exactly did you two meet?” Sam asks, causing y/n to blush hard as he looks out the window, ignoring both Sam and Bucky.

“Y/n and I used to work together, before Sokovia. He helped me through missions and planning the battle between the avengers.” He explains, noticing Bucky turn his harsh glare towards y/n. “He helped you find the records?”

“Actually, he helped on finding your code words.” Said Zemo, “the rest I did myself.” He adds in the end.

Y/n glanced over to Sam and Bucky and glares back. “You can be upset as you want, because what we did was the right choice.” He hissed out, curling up on the chair as he turns on his side. His back facing them as he tries to sleep for the rest of the flight.

Zemo chuckles and gives the other two a shrug. “I suggest not getting on my husbands nerves, he won’t hesitate to cause harm and I won’t be able to hold him back.” It was true, both y/n and Zemo were powerful together.

Both Bucky and Sam decide to ignore Zemo and try to get some sleep before they arrive to Madripoor to deal with the trouble that is coming for them.

Their mission to Madripoor become a disaster after their cover was blown. But, lucky for them they were able to find an ally who helped them through their issues. Sharon was able to find the scientist that was creating the super soldier serum, giving them the location and allowing them to deal with the man.

After Zemo had shot the scientist, chaos erupted around them. The place was blown up and bounty hunters were after them, wanting to claim the price on their heads. As Bucky and Sam struggled with killing off the hunters they quickly forgot about Zemo and Y/n who had disappeared a few minutes ago.

Y/n soon appears, dropping down in front of Sam and Bucky as he wore a black mask over his mouth. Covering half of his face as he glared at the bounty hunters. He removes the Darksaber from his belt and ignites it, feeling the power run through his body as he strikes down the first person In front of him. It only takes him a few minutes to take down all of the bounty hunters, using the Darksaber to block the bullets as he cuts them down.

Once the shooting grew quiet he stands over the dead bodies, removing his mask as he turns off the Darksaber and clips it back onto his belt. He turns around to face the others who stares back at him with fear in their eyes. Y/n sighs and turns back around to see Zemo approaching them with a car, giving them all a friendly smile. Y/n rolls his eyes and chuckles, “thought you left me behind.” He says and hops into the front seat.

Zemo shakes his head. “I would never.” He leans forward to kiss his head before driving off once Bucky and Sam get in. They drive back to their private jet, leaving the car behind once they arrived. As they board the plane once again they sit on their usual spots, with Zemo watching y/n read.

“What was that back there?”

Zemo raises a brow. “What was what?” He questions, tilting his head towards Sam. “That thing he had-“ he nods towards y/n. “What was it?” Sam grew curious, wanting to know what the weapon was.

Y/n sits up and removes the Darksaber from his belt, setting it on the middle of the table that stood between him and Zemo. “It’s called the Darksaber, it’s an ancient weapon that was found far away from our solar system.” Explained y/n. “The Darksaber already claimed Zemo as his owner, but it trusts me and allows me to use it.”

“That thing speaks to you?”

Zemo clears his throat. “It’s ancient and from another world. It only speaks to its owner or who they think is the rightful owner.” He takes the Darksaber in his own hand and smiles at the powerful feeling. “It is very powerful and special, we both keep it safe from prying hands.”

Bucky chuckles. “A weapon that dangerous shouldn’t be wielded by either of you.” He said. “We saw what you did back there, you slaughter those men like it was nothing.” He tells y/n who glares at him angrily. “Those men almost killed us, your lucky I saved your life or else I would’ve left you to die. This weapon protected me and saved us.” He hissed out.

“Besides, the Darksaber doesn’t respond to just anyone. It only obeys the wielder.” Y/n adds, looking at the Darksaber. Zemo holds the saber in his hand and gives it back to y/n, trusting him to keep it safe for the mean time. “I trust him to keep it safe.” He whispers under his breath, already knowing that the Darksaber was speaking to him.

“Will be making a stop in Riga, for now, get some rest.” Said Zemo.

Y/n Stands up and walks towards the back of the plane where a private room was setup for only him and Zemo. He pushes the curtain aside as he steps inside and closes it behind him, removing his coat and tossing it aside as he flops down on the bed. Letting out a loud moan, shifting into a more comfortable position.

It didn’t take long for Zemo to enter the private room, sitting on the bed as he leans down to kiss y/n’s temple. “Any word on the mandalorians?” He asks.

Y/n shifts onto his back with a sigh, removing the Darksaber from his hand as he hands it back to Zemo. “A few months back I met a Mandalorian—he was quiet small but powerful.” He furrows his brows together. “He said that he has been searching for the Darksaber for years, that it belonged to his father Din Djarin. I asked him if he was still around but the formal leader of Mandalore passed away many years ago.” He still remembers hearing the mandalorians voice go soft as he mentions his deceased father, feeling upset.

“I asked if he came to take the Darksaber back and he said no, told me that he does not wish to have saber. Said that it’s best for it to continue staying here on earth, far away from anyone else. He said that the Darksaber held too much power.”

Zemo examines the hilt as he listens y/n explain his interaction with a mandalorian. A group of people that they thought had either gone extinct or into hiding.

“He knows your the wielder and was able to feel the connection that both you and the saber have.” He hears y/n say. “The Mandalorian trusts us with it and believes that will take care of it.” Y/n leans his head on Zemos shoulder.

“As long as it stays here, it is safe.” Zemo responded back, setting the Darksaber to the side as he pulls his husband into a hug, placing a kiss on his neck as the two enjoy each other’s company, knowing that this powerful weapon could lead them into discovering new things that this world doesn’t know quiet yet.

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allzelemonz · 3 years

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Dancing?: Helmut Zemo X Male Reader

It was a bit of a Godsend when Sharon pulled you guys off of the street. After dealing with Selby and trying to keep your terrorist boyfriend from dying it was nice to have a break. Sitting in the changing room she had set up you wondered how many more times you’d almost die in the next day.

Sam was taking his sweet time to put a shirt on and it was getting rather hard not to stare. You focused yourself on literally anything else in the room in an attempt to be a loyal boyfriend despite the shirtless Avenger. As conversation turned to the new Captain America Sam finally managed to find a shirt, a turtle neck at that, and you brought your gazed back to the other people in the room. Sharon calling Bucky Zemo’s pet psychopath made you need to stifle a laugh. When she moved to get a drink Zemo walked over to sit across from you.

As the heroes discussed Sharon’s innocence you zoned out a bit trying to figure out why the woman gave you such a bad vibe. You weren’t exactly clean yourself, but she just had a weird aura around her.

Sam and Bucky made the call to join the party below and Zemo snapped you out of your daze to follow. You walked with him, hand in hand as usually, to the party below. You started at the bar and Zemo didn’t hesitate to buy you a drink that he knew you weren’t going to drink because you were still on a mission, but the gesture was nice.

As the party went on Bucky and Sam went off to scan around, hoping to spot something interesting. Zemo looked at the art with you for a while before disappearing into the crowd. You found yourself back at the bar, trying not to look out of place. As he never failed to do, Zemo was having a good time. You met his gaze while he danced and couldn’t help but to laugh. You had to step back and let it out or you were sure you’d explode.

Zemo made his way up to where you were to find you still laughing. He looked rather annoyed at that.

“Helmut…” You started, but couldn’t finish as the laughter didn’t stop.

“Don’t.” He said gruffly and picked up his jacket to leave.

“No, love, come on.” You placed a hand on his side to hold him in front of you.

He didn’t try to push past you, knowing that he couldn’t if he wanted to.

“Was it that bad?”

“It wasn’t bad at all.” You reassured. “It is just very obvious that you’ve had a child.”

Zemo sighed and pursed his lips in annoyance.

“You dance like a dad, but, like, a cool dad.” You tried.

“You still laughed at me.” He said grumpily. You could tell he was milking it now.

“I just didn’t expect you to dance in a club by yourself.”

“It’s not like you were going to join me.” He teased.

“You’re right on that one, I would not.”

Zemo chuckled and you smiled at his lifted state. You pulled him into a quick kiss before ordering him another drink.

“You are going to have to make this up to me properly later on.” He whispered in your ear.

“If we can ever ditch our chaperons, you know I will.”

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backstagebasterd · 1 year

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Hotel Love

Pairing: helmut zemo x m!reader Warnings: unprotected sex, spit kink, teasing, praise kink

The evening at the hotel lobby went splendidly. Beverages were bought, cheers were shared, moves were made, and just like that-- you had him wrapped around your fingertips, willing to do anything you wished. Helmut Zemo took you to his room. A large modern suite with tables, lights, and extravagant decor; a king-size bed between two sizeable nightstands were off to the side. He softly shut the door behind you as you took in the contents of the room; mesmerized, fully aware that only the wealthy could possibly afford to dwell in a place of such luxury. He smiled at you with a smug sense of pride-- he had wanted to impress you in every way possible, and he knew it was working. Before you knew it, Zemo was pressing his lips into yours. He had his hands at the back of your head, pulling you in. Kissing you with such a passion that-- up until this moment-- you had never come to know. His lips made love with yours tenderly, bringing you to unwillingly, yet needily, moan into him. Zemo’s tongue began to part your lips, and you let him, without an ounce of hesitation. Your mouths mushed together, you felt his tongue against yours, his spit entering your mouth. Zemo broke the kiss momentarily, allowing both of you a chance to catch your breaths. A string of saliva remained between your mouths as you panted in close proximity. But as soon as both of you were barely rejuvenated… Zemo had you pushed against a wall. His mouth clashed against yours, bringing both of you back to where you left off. His kiss was sloppier, wilder. He kissed you with every repressed bit of need from within him. His mouth went rogue. He began to moan into the kiss with you. Your heart pounded inside you as he kept making love to your mouth, almost devouring you.

Zemo’s hands began to fall onto your shoulders as the kiss broke, leaving both of you breathless. His hands wandered from your shoulders, across your shirt, slowly falling towards the hem. “May I?” Zemo asked. You nodded, allowing him to undress you, just as his lips had already undressed your final sense of dignity. - You laid on your back in Zemo’s king-size bed, your body sprawled naked, waiting for him. Zemo was nearly finished undressing as he slowly approached you, stopping for a moment to take in the view. ”You look beautiful as ever my love.” He muttered as he crawled onto the bed. He stopped in a kneeling position before you, between your legs. You revel in the sensation of his bare thighs meeting your own, the relief of being released from the confines of your clothes, to be able to touch his skin, and for him to touch yours. ”I’ll make you feel incredible draga.”Zemo was kneeling between your legs as he dropped down to kiss you one more time. ”Will you be a good boy for me?” He asked teasingly. ”Of course my love.” ”Then open wide.” Zemo spat inside your mouth and returned between your legs. He lifted your legs up and over his shoulders, allowing him a clear path to your entrance. He began to sink his cock inside you, filling you up inch by inch, moment by moment, giving you a chance to adjust to his girth. You moaned like an animal as he sheathed his cock inside you completely. “That’s it. Good boy.” Zemo exited and entered your hole slowly and repeatedly. Each and every time you’d sound, Zemo would reply with a praise; calling you a good boy or his draga, telling you just how well you’re taking him in. But you needed him to fuck you, to ravage you just as he did when you kissed earlier. ”Please go faster..” You pleaded, interrupting a praise. ”You want it faster?” ”And harder.” ”Are you sure, my love?” You mustered up a quick affirming reply, and at that, Zemo obeyed.

Zemo began setting a quicker pace, each thrust brushing your prostate and providing you with just the perfect amount of pleasure and pain. Every time he humped into you was faster and harder, just as you’d asked him to. You began leaking precum onto your stomach as he fucked you, you could feel your orgasm building up and Zemo kept praising you. “Fuck, I love how tight you are baby.” ”Such a good boy…” ”You’re taking me so good baby, so good.” The room was filled with lewd sound: your moans, Zemo’s praising, the slapping sound of your thighs and his crotch clapping together; all happening as your orgasm grew nearer and nearer. ”I’m gonna cum baby” You whimpered pleadingly. ”Not yet darling, wait for me.” He teased. You held on to your orgasm, almost merely clutching to it as you waited for Zemo’s own. He thrust into you even faster-- a brutal pace-- chasing his orgasm to offer you relief. ”Almost there darling.” Zemo said, panting as the sound of flesh clapping onto flesh grew louder and louder as he pounded into you mercilessly. ”Cum for me.” Zemo told you, and you both released. Zemo’s cum filled your walls as he continued to weakly hump you through his orgasm. Your own release exploded onto your stomach-- some of it managed to reach Zemo’s face. The both of you ended up exhausted, panting on hitched breaths. Zemo gently unsheathed his cock from inside you as you feel his cum slowly drip from your hole onto the sheets of his luxurious bed. Both of you were dripping with sweat and semen as Zemo pecked a kiss onto your lips and invited you for a bath.

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pietros-love · 2 years

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Cheater!Pietro Maximoff x gn!reader ||Angst||

Warning, TW!!: Cheating, mentions of su!cide and mentions of dr!gs

Also! @justfuckyouandleavemealone

Thank you for the amazing idea!

Finally home Y/n thought as they fumbled with their keys standing outside of their apartment door. They had a rather long and stressful day. The only thing they wanted to do now was cuddle with their boyfriend, which they had been thinking about through out the whole day. Oh and how they missed his snarky little annoying comments. In the end he always managed to make them smile with them.

"I'm on my way home Pietro!"

Was the last message Y/n had send Pietro before leaving their work place. But for some reason Pietro hadn't even read it. Usually around that time he would be spamming Y/n asking when they are coming or if he should speed over to pick them up, which Y/n always refused. They always preferred coming home and having Pietro greet them at the door. Also, with how fast Pietro went Y/n was pretty sure they would throw up on the way back home-

Like said earlier, today has been extra stressful. Y/n's boss seemed to be in a bad mood or something with how much he had bothered them today. It's not like Y/n didn't like their boss or anything like that, he just could be... Well, a little thick headed and very energy straining too. Overall, he was an okay guy. But on some days, it was just a nightmare with him. And it seemed like today was a day like that. Y/n would even have preferred to stay with Clint the entire day instead of their boss. Finally opening the door to their and Pietro's shared apartment they sighed a sigh of relief. "Pietro-" They started but noticed he wasn't even at the door greeting them. Huh weird They though. But shrugged it off, maybe he was just at the toilet? Or went out and send Y/n a message they haven't seen? Or left a note, he does that a lot too. Y/n shrugged to themselves as they slipped of their shoes and put their bag down. Making their way into the kitchen they grabbed a cup and filled it with water. Maybe Pietro was sleeping? I mean, he stayed up pretty late the last night as far as Y/n remembers. Quickly finishing their water they made their way to the bedroom. Wanting to surprise their boyfriend they tip toed through the halls. Until they finally stopped in front of the said bedroom door. "Pietroo- I'm home earlier toda-" They stopped mid-sentence. A gasp escaped their mouth. This couldn't be real could it? Hah Y/n you must me hallucinating Y/n tried choking back tears. There he was, Pietro... their boyfriend. Laying in their king sized bet. But not with them.. With someone else. Y/n's eyes were starting to fill with tears. This couldn't be true could it, must be a prank right? Jep all just a silly prank. Heh. Right on cue Pietro seemed to stir. He twisted a bit before waking up grunting and pushing of the blanket a bit. Which only showed Y/n his naked well trained stomach. That only worsened their thoughts.

God they were a mess. Sitting in their new apartment drunk. Their head was spinning from drinking all that liquor. Maybe it was too much? Y/n sighed and gripped their pounding head. They were starting to remember it all.

"Pietro..?" They asked trying to choke back their tears. Their throat was hurting too, like someone was trying to suffocate them with a rope. "Wha- Y/n why are you home already- Don't you have a long shift today?" Pietro nervously looked around and started cursing under his breath. "I think. I think you should go Pietro.." "Y/n but- No. You should just go.." they mumbled under their breath. Pietro looked at Y/n with an unbearable expression.

After that everything went by blurry. The last thing Y/n remember from that day is. Pietro leaving with that person. And them finally breaking down after that

The following weeks went by with a flash. They hadn't heard from Pietro ever since then. It broke them, it was slowly eating them from the inside. Weren't they good enough? Did they do something wrong? Should they maybe have given him more attention..? Those thoughts were swirling through their head from time to time. It made them depressed, to the point they tried hurting themselves multiple times. And even had... Some pretty bad suicidal thoughts. Which lead them to this moment. Drunk in their new apartment, since they couldn't stand staying at their old one after what had happened..

"God what am I doing to myself.." Y/n slurred out slowly sinking deeper into their sofa. I miss him I miss him I miss him I misshim Was all that was going through their mind at the moment. God it hurts so much... They just wanted it to end. All the pain. "Pathetic aren't I? And this all over one guy.. Y/n get yourself together will you. This won't be the end... Hopefully." They kept on rambling and rambling until they eventually tired themselves out and fell asleep.

Weeks had passed by again. Y/n was doing slightly better. They still haven't heard a word from Pietro though.. Even after all that. They couldn't help but miss him, miss all the things they did together, all those good moments they had. They kept telling everyone they were over him. But that was just a lie.. Walking down the streets on their way home. Y/n couldn't help but think of him again. He seemed to be always on his mind. Even at moments it seemed like where they had finally forgotten about him, he seemed to linger in the back of their mind. Always. Looking through the full crowds of NYC. Y/n could have sworn they saw a familiar face. The person that just passed them.. Looked like him. Their heart ached when he noticed a beautiful person who was smiling walking besides Pietro. Without thinking they turned around, but as quickly as they saw them. They were gone again. Pietro! Y/n thought while suddenly sprinting full on into the direction they saw him going. They ran and ran and ran until their legs started aching. Finally coming to a stop in a lonely alleyway. They broke together. Pietro.. Please, please just come back to me I'll do anything for you! Suddenly they felt someone place a hand on their shoulder. "Pietro..?" Y/n asked with their eyes fill of tears and a red puffy nose from crying. "Oh Y/n. I'm so sorry' A familiar voice said. Immediately recognizing it they threw themselves into the same persons arm.

"I- I just miss him so much!" "I know Y/n I know. It's all going to be alright now. Your big brother is back." One last tear escaped Y/n's eyes "Yeah... You're finally back now...

Zemo"

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