zombie hunter zemo from the what if? zombies + 5 years dark comedy au @jaskie and i have been discussing
he causes drama on purpose and insists on carrying zombie bits around ‘to cover their scent’ but so help them the group does need him and his many skills and resources
So I’ve been looking through Zemo x reader fics on tumblr and I saw one where polish where used for Sokovian and I’m just happy that there’s something with my language in it. If there’s more, please leave link in the comments, cuz I would love to read it!
After being locked up in the Raft for years, Helmut finally found an escape. Not without the help of a few friends, though. When Bucky broke him out of jail, he didn’t have the time to visit you no matter how much he wanted to. You heard what happened, though.
When you heard that he went back to prison, somewhere he cannot escape this time, you felt betrayed that he didn’t come for you while he was out. Soon you felt bad about that because you knew if he could, he would. Helmut always cared about your health and happiness more than anything and he knew that you needed him. He needed you just as bad, maybe even more.
You left your old apartment in his absence. There were too many memories and oh-so-sweet nostalgia there. At first, he panicked when he couldn’t find you there.
After a few days of research, he found out that you moved to a small town in Norway. You always told him how much you loved the country and that you two would be very happy there. He should have known. When he got there, he made small talk with the local people to find out information. It wasn’t hard to find an outlander in such a small place. Everyone he talked to knew who you were.
Eventually, he found you sitting on a bench, looking at the sea. In one hand what looks like an alcohol bottle and seed for pigeons in the other. You always loved animals. His sweet lover who wants to help everyone. Your pure heart was what he fell for in the first place.
He has never seen you like this before. Dark circles under your eyes, looking exhausted. He could easily tell that you haven’t properly gotten any sleep for a long time. He watched you from afar, not knowing how to approach you. He was hoping that he was not the reason you were in such a state. He felt his eyes burn. You did not deserve this. You always wanted a family. A husband who loved you and maybe a child one day. But he had his own demons, a lost family, a lost child… He considered just leaving you there at that moment. Maybe it wasn’t him that hurt you this way? Maybe you got used to his absence? No. He came all the way there to see the only person he cared for in this goddamned world and however selfish that may feel, he is going to make you his again.
When he started walking towards the bench, he realized that you were crying silently He started walking faster. He was standing beside the bench now. You didn’t look up. He was not moving, just waiting for you to look at him.
You spoke up in a cold tone, “Leave me alone.”, thinking that it was a random dude who saw you crying and decided to take advantage of it. He was surprised by your harsh tone. You were always kind to people even when they didn’t deserve it. Have you truly changed that much?
He spoke softly, “My love…” putting his hand on your shoulder hesitantly. You whipped your head up and looked at him with wide eyes, not being able to speak or move as if he would just disappear if you did. He waited for a few seconds but you were still looking at him without saying anything so he sat beside you, still holding your shoulder.
“My dear, I’m here. Please say something.”
You started sobbing then. He took you in his arms and held you until you calmed down. When your breath evened out, you looked up at him, still clinging to his torso.
“How..? How did you get out?”
He kissed your temple and sighed, looking out to the sea.
“That does not matter now. I’m here and I won’t leave you again.”
You nodded. That was enough for you. You knew he would come for you sooner or later but it still felt like a miracle. You got off the bench and started walking away together, the bottle in your hand long forgotten on the ground.
A/N: Contrary to what I thought at first, I had fun writing this. I can write a part 2 if you want but I still have a few requests in hand. Please let me know whether you want another part or not.
