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A New Dawn

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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: You wake up to a new day in the arms of Zemo (what could be better). *Domestifc Fluff*

Word Count: ~500

A/N: I know it's been ages since I wrote Zemo. I've been struggling with mental health and writer's block. This was supposed to be for a different character I write, but I wasn't loving it for them and somehow I ended up here. Not my best, but hoping that maybe it'll spark some inspiration for more Zemo.

Strands of golden sunlight peek through the crack in the long dark curtains, shielding you from the start of a new dawn. The honey-colored beams caress a soft line across your cheek. Your mouth is parted slightly, your breathing still shallow with sleep.

The back of his fingers brush gingerly across your cheek, no longer able to stay away. There was a time when this—this simple moment—didn't seem possible. He didn't think he could ever allow this for himself again, to be vulnerable, to be at the mercy of another, knowing any day could threaten such a moment as this, that this moment itself could be the last of its kind. It was a bittersweet knowledge, one born from the devastation of loss but, renewed with light each day by the love you shared.

You'd overcome so much to get here. It wasn't easy, but the two of you found your way, one day at a time, learning to trust and let go of the pains of the past. Each new dawn was another gift for you to treasure, knowing the frailty of each moment.

He listened to the soft sounds of your breathing, watching your chest rise and fall in a delicate rhythm that brought him peace. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, breathing in your familiar scent. If time could stand still, he would keep you there forever.

This was his favorite time of day. A new sunrise, a new dawn, a new start, a promise of hope (something he hadn't expected to believe in, and he never would have if it were not for you)—just a quiet moment where the world was still calm, many like you, still asleep. There wasn't so much noise. There was room to think and breathe. The pain of the past was left in yesterday, and the trials of the day had yet to begin.

You hum quietly, stifling a yawn. Your body shifts, searching in earnest.

He exhales a breath through his nose. The corner of his mouth turns up as his lips press together in a Cheshire grin. He wraps you in the warmth of his embrace.

Your body relaxes in the comforting safety of his arms. You nuzzle into him, letting the soft hair on his chest tickle your nose as you stir awake.

His thumb caresses soft circles on your back. "Morning, y/n," his velvet voice greets you.

You shake your head in protest, nestling further into him, not wanting to greet the new dawn yet, for this was your favorite time of day too. Waking up in his arms, knowing no matter the trials or troubles that you would face, you'd never be alone; he would always be there. His loyalty and devotion blanketed you in security. You smile to yourself, uncertain how you ended up here, in the arms of a (reformed) terrorist, knowing nowhere on earth was safer and more loving than this.

If you made it here, thank you so much for giving this drabble a chance! I truly appreciate it! Likes, reblogs, and comments are so truly appreciated.

I'm including the tag list I had last time I posted, which was months ago. Please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed, or if i need to update your blog name since I'm not sure all of these are still active.

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Ohhh ohhh I found this blog just out of the blue and I'm glad I clicked on it, my friend. This way I know exactly where to go in case I want to reread your Zemo fics <3 Trying to stay around just to see any new updates from you! This is not me following every account of yours :p

🥺🥺🥺🥺 aww thank you!!! This is so sweet and totally made my day! I know it's been a while since I've written. Real life has been exhausting and unhelpful to getting any thoughts down. I'm sorry! I have a list of Zemo WIP and I hope to one day have time to get back to them.

Seeing this totally brought me some needed motivation. I wondered even if I found the time to write again, would anyone still be interested!

Seriously thank you so much for this message. It truly meant a lot to read!

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Missing You

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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Word Count: ~600

Synopsis: You miss Zemo while he's away and can't help but think about him. *Fluff*

You exhale a soft sigh, sitting in the large bed alone. The pads of your fingers brush softly over the luxurious bronze jacquard comforter around you, wishing he was there to share it with you.

Your gaze shifts toward the bathroom, a subtle smile spreads across your features. You can't help but imagine Zemo returning from the bath—that plush, dark blue robe wrapped snuggly around him, open just enough to provide you a glimpse of his beautiful chest hair—that Cheshire grin he would give you when he'd catch your eye, the sight of which made your cheeks warm. You chew the corner of your lower lip, your face flushing at just the memory as if he had just caught you staring.

Before you know it, you're on your feet, heading for the bathroom. Your fingers dance across the soft fabric. You lift it to your nose; his scent washes over you. Your body relaxes as you breathe deeper. You hug the robe to your chest, not wanting to let him go. You can't help yourself; you slip it over your body.

Your eyes close, imaging the warmth hugging you now was his arms around you. Soon, you remind yourself.

You can't bring yourself to return it to its proper hook. Instead, you secure the belt around your waist and return to bed.

You slip under the covers, the corner of your eyes still crinkle as you settle in for the night. You rest your head on your pillow; your arms hug your chest as you hold the collar of the robe to your cheek. The last thing you remember before drifting asleep is the subtle cedar scent of his aftershave and the memory of his embrace.

Your dreams are filled with gentle kisses and soft touches. You hum quietly as his lips graze over your shoulder. The warmth of his breath lingers on the back of your neck. You lean further into the memory, only for it to grow stronger—it felt so real. If only.

"Y/N."

Your name is a tender whisper in your ear. Your cheeks dimple as you smile in your sleep. You roll into the sound, readying yourself to curl into his pillow. Instead, you find him waiting.

"I'm home." He presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips.

His voice pulls you further from sleep. Eyes closed, you search wantingly for his lips. Trapped between sleep and consciousness, you weren't sure if this was real or a dream; all you knew is you needed him. You kiss him softly and slowly, letting your distant understanding of time melt away.

He obliges your hungry lips, kissing you over and over. His movements are careful, not pressing further than would pull you from your sleep, just enough to keep you sated.

You start to drift again under his attention, your responses to his touch fading.

"Rest, Liebling." His fingers gently caress your cheek as he admires your sleepy state. His hands cascade over you, guiding you closer. His lips curl up at the discovery of the familiar fabric wrapped around you.

His touch sends a rush of warmth washing over you as he envelopes you in the safety of his arms. He brushes a kiss on your forehead, his eyes closing as he rests his forehead against yours.

You shift slightly, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. "I missed you." The words slip sluggishly from your lips.

"I missed you, too," he confesses. He breathes in deeply, inhaling your familiar scent.

The two of you fall to sleep, snuggled safely, comforted by the simple scent of home.

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My Beautiful Baron

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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: Zemo returns home from a mission with some minor injuries that you insist on caring for. *Fluff, Comfort/Care*

TW: non-graphic descriptions of cuts and bruises with mention of blood, brief mention of a handgun

Word Count: ~950

A/N: Zemo needed a beard so I gave him one in the edit in my title card: My Beautiful Beared Baron 😍🙈! It's not the best, but if anyone is interested, I can post the edit separately.

You turn your head quickly at the sound of the front door clicking shut. You jump to your feet, instinctively retrieving one of the small handguns concealed within the house. You hold the weapon close, listening to the sound of footsteps cautiously striding through your home. Your lips curl in the corner as you tap the safety back on—you'd know those footsteps anywhere.

"You're home early?" You call cheerfully, dashing toward the source of the noise.

"Helm?" You find him in the bedroom. Even facing away from you, you can sense the tension in his posture, despite his slumped shoulders. Your pulse quickens, "What's wrong?"

"I had hoped not to disturb you. It is nothing." His reassuring tone does little to calm your worries as he keeps his back toward you.

"What's wrong," you repeat more firmly. Your gaze settles on his coat lying across the ottoman at the foot of your bed and the red crimson color tinting its fur collar. "Is that blood?" You realize the question is foolish before you finish uttering it. Of course, it was blood—this wasn't the first time, but he seemed different. "Is it your blood?"

Reluctantly, Zemo turns to you, a regretful sigh leaving his downward lips. "Alas, as I said, it is nothing—just a scratch."

You try to school your expression as your fingertips brush lightly over his left cheek, which was far more than scratched. He doesn't move, but you notice slight creases around his eyes as he tries not to flinch under your touch.

The deep cut dug across his cheekbone has swollen shut, dried blood scabbed over the opening. You feel the warmth radiating from the wound as your hand hovers there, assessing the injury. "Let me get you something."

He wraps his hands around yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss. His knuckles are deep red, tinting toward purple. His gloves had prevented any cuts or abrasions, but they couldn't stop the bruising. "Please do not trouble yourself, Liebling. I have suffered worse."

"I know, but that doesn't mean you must suffer alone now." You run your free hand gingerly through his hair. "We take care of each other. Always."

He leans into your touch. His eyes close momentarily as a smile crosses his face.

"Now—" You raise your voice confidently and narrow your gaze challengingly at him. "I am going to gather some things. You are going to get out of those clothes, put something more comfortable on, and then sit there while I take care of you."

Zemo's head tilts to the side, and his brow arches, piqued by your tone. A low chuckle slips from his lips, but he does as you've ordered.

"Good boy," you tease before hurrying off to the master bathroom. You grab some antiseptic, antibiotic cream, and cotton pads. You dampen a warm cloth and retrieve a towel.

You're pleased to see that the rest of him is mostly intact. Aside from a bruise forming on the side of his torso, his wounds are minor compared to what you worried could be hiding beneath his clothes. Still, your heart races in your chest, knowing that every time he leaves, you never know what could go wrong or how he might return to you.

Zemo sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you. His posture is more relaxed out of what he considers his uniform. You'd made the mistake of likening it to Captain America's costume once and questioning the practicality of wearing a long coat with a fur collar into battle. Although he assured you it had its pragmatic purpose (unlike the stars and stripes), you couldn't help but think he liked how it looked—and who were you to disagree because he looked damn good.

You stroke the hair away from his face and press a kiss to his forehead, taking a moment to breathe in his familiar scent. You lift the wet cloth over the cut on his cheek, letting it warm the area as you gently clean up the traces of blood that remained. You reach for the antiseptic, pouring some on the cotton round. Even though the wound appears sealed, you can tell it's still fresh enough that it'll sting. You take care not to press too deep, gently letting the wash into the cut.

His eyes close, and a quiet whimper sneaks through his pressed lips.

"My beautiful Baron," you whisper, cradling his jaw. Your thumb strokes tenderly over his beard as you blow over the liquid, easing the burning sensation. Your lips ghost over the area, kissing it softly once the antiseptic has dried. "Better?"

He nods. His soulful eyes meet yours in utter adoration as he looks up at you, "Mein Schatz."

You chew your lower lip, holding back your smile. You dab some antibiotic cream across the wound, hoping it will promote healing and prevent any infections. You tilt his face to make sure you haven't missed anything, checking his neck and shoulders as well. Unfortunately, you can't do much for the bruises settling in. "You need rest."

Zemo wraps his arms around your hips, keeping you close. "I need you."

You curl your finger under his chin and lower your lips to his. You kiss him slowly, guiding him back further onto the bed, shifting your bodies until you have him where you wanted him. "You can have both."

He caresses your cheek, guiding your lips back toward him. His movements are soft and unhurried as he allows his body to relax under the warmth of your care.

You tangle your fingers with his, bringing them between you. Tenderly, you kiss each finger one at a time, your soft lips brushing over his knuckles and every developing bruise. He had suffered enough for one lifetime. Now, he had you, and you would always be there to ease his every pain, as he had always done for you.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this latest Zemo fic. This can be read as a one-shot, or as a developing relationship between Zemo and Reader A from my masterlist.

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Marvelous

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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: Zemo reflects on the life you've shared and how much you've helped him. *Fluff* (with a tiny bit of hurt/comfort and n*fw if you squint at the end)

Word Count: ~650

“What?” Sensing Zemo's lingering gaze, you look up from your book. The two of you were relaxing in bed at the end of a long day. You can't help but smile as you catch his eye.

He brushes the back of his hand gently across your cheek. “You’re marvelous!” His lips press a delicate kiss on your forehead in adoration.

“Not that I’m looking to argue, but what exactly did I do?” You question curiously, pushing your book to the side, giving him your full attention.

“You are—you!” He states simply, his gaze never wavering from you.

You shake your head as a low laugh escapes your lips, not sure what that meant.

He wraps his arms around you, guiding you into his embrace. His long fingers cascade delicately up and down your spine as he holds you safely in his arms. "I never imagined I could find someone—" he pauses, taking a moment to consider his words and reflect on your time together over the past several months. "I thought the scars of the past—they would always remain. The hurt and pain—they were now a part of who I was."

"Helm—"

"I don't know if I deserve this life that we have," he continues with a deep sigh. His head falls to the sides in consideration. "I feel as though I do not, or at least should not. In my vengeance, I brought death and untold loss to others. I did not hold any resentment or grudge for my imprisonment. Unlike the others, I am willing to pay for the consequences that resulted from my actions. Yet, there are times when I feel this is still the justice I deserve, not this life—and certainly not you."

"Don't do that." You prop yourself up quickly. "You deserve this life. You are more than you think of yourself. You've helped saved others when no one else would. You've brought life where before there was only death. You don't deserve the fate of a prisoner. You have earned your freedom and this life—our life."

His lips press together, and his eyes close as a smile stretches across his features. "Hence, why it is that you are marvelous, y/n." His voice is softer, the sound of your name a tender breath on his lips. "I could not have believed that there would be anyone who could see the shadow of the man I once was and pull him from the ashes of his own demise."

When his gaze meets yours this time, it is open and warm. You feel as though you can see all of him in his dark, soulful eyes, perhaps fully for the first time. The walls are gone, and the man who had been trapped inside was finally free.

He cradles your face, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek. He mouths the words, "Thank you."

You lean into his touch, at a loss for words. The once-feared terrorist simply needed someone to believe in him again. Your eyes mist over wondering how many victims the world had torn down until there was nothing left of the person they once were or could be, and then labeled them monsters. "I didn't do anything," you stumble to say.

"Liebling, you did everything."

You chew the corner of your cheek under the heat of his gaze.

"You are everything to me." He lifts your chin to him, brushing a delicate kiss on your lips. "I need you to know that in case anything were ever to happen to me. Okay?"

You nod, understanding the importance of his words. You trusted his team—well, you tried to trust his team. There were those you had concerns about, but so far, they had always brought him back safe to you. "You're everything to me, too."

He kisses you softly and slowly, letting the warmth between the two of you blossom. Time falls away until all that remains is you. He will take his time, caressing and worshiping you, reminding you just how important and marvelous you are.

A/N: I headcanon this conversation had to take place before he could finally say I love you in "Three Words"

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Baron Helmut Zemo 💜

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A Little Bit Longer

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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: You wake up beside Zemo but aren't ready to start your day yet. *Fluff*

Word Count: <500

You moan, letting out a quiet whimper at the sound of your alarm; why did mornings have to come so early? You reach out, your hand fumbling around your bedside table, attempting to silence your phone.

The warm glow of the bright sunlight peeks through the curtains, tickling your face. You pull the covers up over your face, trying to steal a few more minutes even though you know you have to go.

Zemo shifts slightly, repositioning beside you.

Under the covers, his scent is more prevalent. You inhale the slightly sweet and comforting fragrance that you have come to know as uniquely him. You teased him often that his fondness for sweet treats gave him this defining feature. You never complained, though; you always had an appetite for more of him. A playful smile dances across your lips at the thought.

You listen to the slow, steady sounds of his slumber beside you. His rhythmic breathing is peaceful; he was resting comfortably. It wasn't always like that, so you almost regretted what you were about to do.

You turn toward Zemo's side of the bed, no longer able to keep yourself from him. You keep your eyes closed, still craving those last few moments between sleep and full wakefulness. You weren't used to waking up before him. He was the early riser, but he had been out the last couple of nights for missions, leaving him to sleep in while you carried on with the day.

You inch forward, your lips blindly searching for his. You find the bridge of his nose instead, but that's more than okay with you. You press a kiss between his eyes, giggling quietly to yourself as you continue your search.

Zemo barely moves as your lips brush softly down his face until you finally capture his lips. Slowly and gently, you kiss him awake.

"Y/N."

You pull lightly on his bottom lip with your teeth at the raspy whisper of your name as Zemo stirs into semi-consciousness. Your eyes open for the first time. You find his warm chocolate eyes looking back at you. “Hi.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting up?”

“I’d rather stay here a little bit longer.”

“Is that so?” He leans into you kissing you tenderly. His tongue parts your mouth slightly, drawing a murmur from your lips as you give into his lead.

You let your eyes fall shut again, his warmth washing over you. You could get used to waking up like this. His breath lingers on your lips as he leans back. The sweet warmth is intoxicating, and you don't want it to end.

He rests his forehead against yours, your noses rubbing together. "And, how long exactly is 'a little bit longer'?"

You chew your cheek, the corner of your lip turning up as a smirk stretches across your face. "Forever?"

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Zemo tags: @montypythonsholysnail​​ ; @killsandthrills​​ ; @noavengers​​ ; ​@nalabarnes1031 ; @trelaney ; @willowtheewisp ; @marchingicenotes7 ; @valquiria3000 ; @swooning-for-mc-avoy​​​; @coffeewithoutcaffeine ; @charistory; @angiekurosaki ; @alindeluce

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I hope to get back to writing Zemo soon! 🤞

Thank you for having patience with me. Life has been a mess ❤️

♡a Baron Zemo masterlist ♡

*Unless otherwise stated, all stories can be read as one-shots, however, most can be read as the same reader with their relationship with Zemo developing over time.*

Reader A: 💖 Reader B: 💛 Reader C: 💙

♡ The Falcon and the Winter Soldier AU♡

Love & Grief (Zemo + memories of wife/son)

Synopsis: Zemo has agreed to help Sam and Bucky track down the new super soldiers, but there are things about this world that trigger ghosts of the past. *Bittersweet/Fluffy-Angst*

In the Moment (Zemo x Reader(no gender given)) 💛

Synopsis: You’re at the gallery keeping watch over your target when a new guest to the party captures your attention. *Fluff*

I Know What You Are (Zemo + Bucky + Sam –friendship)

Synopsis: Sam and Bucky have a disagreement. Zemo decides to weigh in. *humor*

A Different Path (Zemo + OFC) Prequel to Reader A’s storyline💖

Synopsis: Zemo had always justified his actions as a means to an end. He never regretted for a moment what he did to make the Avengers feel the pain he suffered, that is, until he learns about the unintended cost of his actions. *Hurt, no comfort * Angst*

The Right Thing (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Synopsis: As Zemo is sneaking away from his abode in Latvia in search of freedom, he is pulled back when he notices the fight in his home above has become dangerous for those in the streets. *Fluff:Comfort/Care*

A Promise (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Synopsis: You accompany Zemo to the Sokovia Memorial. *Hurt/Comfort*

This is a sequel to The Right Thing

72 Hours (Zemo x Reader(no gender given)) 💙

Synopsis: You are tasked with watching Zemo for the weekend while he assists you in providing tech support and intel to your teammates in the field.*Enemies to Lovers* Fluff*

♡ Future AU♡

The Lucky One (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Headcanon/Synopsis: Zemo goes overboard with cooking you breakfast after your first night sleeping over. *Fluff*

Light Up the Sky (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖 💛

Synopsis: You’re fascinated by the storm developing outside but Zemo insists you wait out the storm from the safety of the house with him. *Fluff*

Where I Want to Be (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖 

Synopsis: You’re busy doing some things around the house but can’t wait to spend time with Zemo. *Fluff*

Smile (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Synopsis: You and Zemo go for an evening drive. (Just a fluffy drabble because Daniel’s smile is gorgeous) *Fluff*

Come Back to Me (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Synopsis: Saying goodbye is the hardest part of letting Zemo go on missions. *Fluff * Comfort*

Stay (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Synopsis: You had a long day and all you want is some quiet time with Zemo. *Fluff, sort of Emotional Hurt/Comfort*

Rainy Mornings (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Synopsis: It’s a cool, rainy morning.You’re supposed to get up and attend to your schedule, but Zemo thinks you need to stay in bed a little while longer. *Fluff*

Allow Me (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Synopsis: You’ve been working tirelessly and Zemo offers to help with your tensions.*Fluff*

I’ve Got You (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Headcanon/Synopsis: Zemo won’t fall asleep at night until he knows you’re already safely asleep. *Fluff*

Sleep, Liebling (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Headcanon/Synopsis: Zemo always lets you sleep in even if he can’t, but he never leaves without giving you one last kiss. *Fluff*

Remembering (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Synopsis: You awake to the sounds of Zemo suffering a nightmare *Hurt/Comfort*

Three Words (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

Synopsis: Zemo may come across as overly confident and sure of himself, but you see a different side of him as he struggles to find the words to express how he feels. *Fluff*

Lazy Afternoon (Zemo x Reader(no gender given))💖

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

Unexpected (Zemo x F!Reader)💖

Synopsis: Life with Zemo had been going well until you got some unexpected news that you worry will destroy everything. *Angst + Fluff/Comfort*

HeadCanons:

Married to Zemo you might be a Baroness but he’d treat you like his Queen

Texting Zemo Headcanons

Other:

Writing Meme

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Dancing Chibi Icon

Chibi Star Portrait

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Where I Want to Be

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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: You’re busy doing some things around the house but can’t wait to spend time with Zemo. *Fluff*

Word Count: ~750

A/N: I started this almost 2 weeks ago, but I haven’t had more than a few minutes here or there to work on it due to family emergencies. As sad as this is going to sound, I honestly spent all day trying to find 5 uninterrupted minutes to proofread this to see if it makes sense and I was unsuccessful even with that. But I’ve decided to post it as is. I apologize for any mistakes or errors. Not beta’d.

You move about the house purposefully, attending to the last few tasks on your to-do list. You pass by the living room; Zemo is lying on the couch, his nose in a book. Your lips curl at the sight of his peaceful state. You love seeing him like this—relaxed and carefree. Between missions and memories of his past, it wasn’t always easy for him. 

You amble past him, pausing momentarily to allow your fingers to tousle his hair. The silky strands slip softly through your grasp. 

His gaze meets yours, his eyes illuminating at the sight of you. His mouth opens to speak, but you stop him.

“Shh,” you breathe. “Keep reading, my love. I’ll join you soon.” Your fingers glide through his hair once more, and you continue on your way. 

You proceed with your tasks, stealing glimpses of him as you can. You find yourself straightening candles on the mantle, not out of necessity, but rather because it brought you nearer to him. 

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Light Up The Sky ⚡️

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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: You're fascinated by the storm developing outside but Zemo insists you wait out the storm from the safety of the house with him. *Fluff*

Word Count: <900

A/N: I wrote this yesterday, but never had a chance to post it. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I really love thunderstorms and definitely need someone to remind me not to stand in the rain where I could get struck by lightning 🙈

The room darkens around. You peer up over the top of the book you were reading. The daylight that had once flooded the space has quickly disappeared.

You close the book and open the sliding glass door of the patio to get a better look. Dark storm clouds now blanket the sky, though you still feel the heavy, humid air pressing down on you. The wind grows more powerful, rustling through the upturned leaves. You take a step out of the door, letting the warm breeze wash over you.

The first drop of rain splatters down, landing on your cheek. You close your eyes, savoring the cool drops falling on your skin. It feels good. You hope this shower will break the oppressing humidity and bring some reprieve. Before long, the heavens open up.

"Ahh!" You scream gaily, not having expected such a drastic shift. You start to jump for the door but, the water is refreshing, and you can't help but stay and let it cascade over you. Your clothes cling to you almost immediately under the downpour. The air cools with each passing second; you breathe deeply, enjoying the sweet scent of the rain-soaked earth.

A low rumble of thunder pulls you from your thoughts. The wild wind blows around you. Leaves and small branches gather on the patio.

"What are you doing?" Zemo calls, standing in the doorway. His gaze travels over you.

"It's invigorating!" You declare as if this answers his question. You toss your head back, letting the rain cover you.

A flash of lightning illuminates the sky in the distance; the thunder that follows grows louder.

"Come inside, Y/N," Zemo insists. His tone is stern, catching you by surprise. "It is not safe."

"It's fine! I counted the seconds between the strike and the thunder. It's still a safe distance away." You turn to him, hoping to win him over. You realize you never shut the door behind you. The floor beneath him is glossy with fallen rain that the whipping winds sent into the house. "Whoops."

A sheet of rain pelts your back as the storm grows more violent. Another blast of wind carries leaves tumbling into your home.

"Y/N!"

Though the cool water feels delightful, the sting of the heavy rain encourages you to follow his directions. You hop back inside, almost slipping on the pool of water. "Oof!"

Zemo catches you, wrapping you in his strong arms. "Let us get you dried off."

"Not yet." You turn back to watch the storm growing outside. A bright burst of lightning lights up the sky. Your eyes widen at the majesty of it, as you hum your appreciation.

The thunder that follows this time is much closer than the last; the storm is moving faster than you had anticipated. You watch the turbulent clouds roll across the sky.

"I think it is time that we move away from the windows," Zemo encourages. He places a guiding hand on your hip.

"It's fine!" You maintain, but his arm circles you, pulling you away, leaving no room for arguments.

"I would feel much better if I knew that you were safe away from the potential of the shattering of the glass."

You want to protest, but you love his concern and protection. You lean into him. "Okay."

Zemo leads you to the couch with him, keeping you in his arms. He doesn't care that your wet clothes are now saturating his own. He only wants you safe, and he knows the best way to do that is to keep you close. It was one of his quirks you loved most.

A strike of lightning flashes and a crash of thunder roars almost simultaneously. You instinctively jump, and your breath catches as the walls seem to rattle at the deafening sound surrounding you.

He nuzzles into you, his beard scratching lightly across the wet fabric covering your shoulder. His voice low, almost drowned out by the heavy rain beating against the house. "I thought you liked the thunderstorms and were not afraid?"

"I do. I was just startled. That's all!"

He hugs you a little closer to his chest. His brow raises challengingly. "I am not so sure of this any longer."

Thunder booms again. You can feel its reverberation to your core. Your body trembles again. "I'm not scared. It's just louder than I expected." Your gaze drifts out the window to the now violet sky peppered with flashes of lightning. "I mean, look at that...It's beautiful!"

The corner of his lip turns up as he smirks. "Yes... you are." He kisses your temple tenderly. His warm lips burn pleasantly against your cool skin.

You nudge him playfully, stirring in his lap.

"I am not letting you go until the storm it is over." Zemo holds you more securely; his lips press together in a mischievous grin. "It is for your own safety and protection, Liebling. You simply cannot be trusted."

You feign protest, trying to escape, but he holds you closer. He kisses you softly, painting a slow path across your cool, wet skin. The warmth of his breath lingers; your body shivers under his careful attention until your focus is entirely on him. The melody of the storm becomes a distant soundtrack as you relax contently into his arms.

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Look at this adorable art of our beautiful boy, Zemo!!! He is perfect and I love him so much. 😍😍😍 Thank you to the very talented @domakir for bringing him to life! Your work is always incredible! ❤️

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Thank you to the wonderfully talented @weetlebeetle for indulging me in my Zemo love. As soon as I saw the completed commission I knew I needed to see it in motion! So please enjoy ChibiZemo dancing! Don’t mind me obsessing over this art and gif for a while. 😍😍😍

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LOOK AT THIS BABY!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍I am dead. I love him so much! HE IS SO PRECIOUS! Excuse me while I squeal in the corner. My precious, sweet baby Zemo! Protect him at all costs, please!

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Allow Me

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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: You've been working tirelessly and Zemo offers to help with your tensions. *Fluff*

Word Count: <650

You whimper quietly as you reach for your pen. You had been working extra hours recently, and it was taking its toll. You rub your fingers into your stiff neck, hoping to find relief. You endeavor to keep working; your focus on the book and notes in front of you as you massage the crick in your neck.

"Are you in discomfort?" Zemo questions upon entering the room at the sound of your soft cry. His head tilts as his concerned gaze washes over you.

You turn toward him, wincing at the sharp stab of pain that meets you. "I'm fine."

"I must disagree. You appear to be in distress, Liebling." He moves quickly to your side. "What can I do?"

"It's just some pain. It's more of an inconvenience if anything," you try to brush it off. "There is no need to worry. It'll work its way out. "

"Of this, I have no doubts."

You nod and return to your work. His hand on your shoulder should have been relaxing, but it causes you to tense; the muscles in your neck and shoulder spasm in reply.

"Please, allow me. I insist."

You try to turn toward him once more, but the pain is too great. You relent, "okay."

You listen as he rubs his hands together, warming his palms before placing them on your shoulder.

His touch is gentle, yet it causes you to wince as he presses the heel of his palm into one of the knots on your shoulder blade.

"Shh, I've got you." His breath on your neck is warm and soothing. Slowly, he applies more pressure, massaging your tight, tired muscles.

You lean into his touch, letting the pleasant soreness spread as the pads of his fingers dig deeper into your sensitive skin.

"Ahh," you hum in satisfaction as one of the knots breaks apart. Your head hangs to the side as his touch intensifies. You whimper again when he finds the source of your pain. Your body fights against his touch; a burning fire rushes through you. Your breathing becomes uneven, your eyes mist with unshed tears.

"Relax, my love." He brushes a kiss on your temple and continues his massage. "I know it can be unpleasant."

Little by little, he works his way through your tautness.

The delicious mix of pain and release envelops you. You lean further into his hypnotic touch. Despite the discomfort, you feel your body relaxing as his warmth washes over you.

"Thank you." The words are a quiet whisper as you exhale in relief.

He presses another kiss to you, this time on your neck where the tightness had been. "All you ever need do is ask."

You smile, breathing easier without the intense pain. You reach behind you, taking his hand and bringing it to your lips. You kiss it and hold it to your cheek, not wanting to let him go.

He cradles your face, drawing you toward him. "Take a break for a few moments?"

You want to protest; you have work to be completed, and yet, the glow of his eyes begs you nearer. "Just for a minute."

His lips press together in delight. "Come." He guides you to the couch, pulling you into his arms. His lips settle on your neck once more, peppering your tender flesh with feathery light kisses.

Your eyes close as you breathe in his familiar scent, letting his comforting kisses enchant you as the final signs of tension melt away under his care. You knew it wasn't gone for good, but for the first moment all day, you felt lighter—at peace—and that was more than enough. He always knew what you need, even if you were too stubborn to ask for it. You nestle closer, focusing on his touch until the heat of his breath and his soft lips were all you could feel.

A/N: Not me having a sore neck and daydreaming about Zemo and this exact situation.

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Texting Zemo Headcanons

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Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Rating: Teen (some suggestive HC mentioned)

A/N: Just some random HC I have for texting with Zemo. 

He prefers talking on the phone to texts because he enjoys hearing your voice. 

He likes leaving you voicemails or sending video messages for when you can’t talk on the phone. He loves when this is reciprocated, too. 

He will text you he loves you in a new language every day.

He never texts when he is angry or upset for fear of saying something he will regret.

He texts you back as soon as he can. However, if it is longer than he would like, he always offers his sincerest apologies. 

He is not a double texter. He prefers sending longer texts over short bursts.

He always texts last, especially at the end of the day. He wants you to know he is there for you.

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I Know What You Are 

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Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and Baron Zemo

Synopsis: Sam and Bucky have a disagreement. Zemo decides to weigh in. This takes place during The Falcon and the Winter Soldier series. *Humor(I hope)*

Word Count: ~900

A/N: I wanted Sam and Bucky to argue over something ridiculous, and this is what happened. 

“Says the guy with the staring problem,” Sam pronounced. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky’s gaze narrowed at his companion as his pacing came to a halt. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sam cocked his head, his argumentative tone growing louder in the hallway outside the apartment safe house. “Dude watched her sleep! Just staring, probably unblinking. Of course, you’d not see anything wrong with that.”

“He was admiring her. It’s romantic.”

“He was stalking her. It’s disturbing.”

Bucky scoffed. “So you mean to tell me that the hot-headed wolf was better?”

“At least Jacob treated her like a human instead of dinner.”

“Edward never—And anyway, Jacob was like her brother,” he cringed. “They made mud-pies.”

“It’s called friends to lovers. Maybe you haven’t heard of it since you seem adverse to the concept of friendship.”

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