Reunited - Helmut Zemo X Reader

Summary: After escaping prison, Zemo goes to find his beloved lover. However, she didn’t take his absence well.

Warnings: Angst, drinking, sad Zemo (yes that’s a warning)

Requested by: @notbronze

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.

Daddy!Zemo Headcanons

Requesred by: @alekssmorozova

I couldn’t think of a proper plot so I decided to do headcanons, for now, I hope that’s okay. I’ll write for Zemo more in the future.

Hope you like it! ❤️

Warnings: extremely soft Zemo, sex, oral sex, Possessive!Zemo, implied jealousy, his lost family is mentioned briefly. I think that’s all.

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• When we’re talking about daddy Zemo, we can’t ignore the fact that he is a sweet sweet man aside from being a terrorist in the past.
• Having lost his family once, he knows how precious our loved ones are, so you can expect him to be affectionate 24/7.
• Now that doesn’t mean that he is clingy. If you need some space, he’ll know it right away or he’ll ask you if you need to be alone.
• If not, he is more than happy to keep you company when you’re feeling sad, angry, or overwhelmed.
• Making you tea, watching your favorite TV show or movie together.
• He will definitely comment on the unrealistic war or fight scenes.
• Sitting on his lap while he is reading, hugging his neck, or laying your head on his chest, listenng to his heartbeat.
• He knows you love his voice and he is very smug about it.
• He’ll hug you from behind and whisper in your ear in a low husky voice. Sometimes dirty things like how he needs you so bad and what he plans on doing to you and sometimes just sweet nothings.
• Calling you pet names in Sokovian. You like the sound of them but you don’t understand all of it. He likes to keep them a secret.
• Now for the dirty part…
• Heisgood in bed, and he knows it.
• He will always put your pleasure first but he is also very eager to take his pleasure from you.
• Eating you out for hours if he feels like it, which is very common.
• Slow and sensual sex.
• But also really reallyrough sex… Especially when he gets jealous.
• Despite being a reasonable and confident man, Helmut can get jealous quite easily because he is very possessive.
• He knows you’re not something he owns but nonetheless, you’re his and his only to love and cherish.
• He likes to make you cum again and again until you beg him to stop. He is the only one who can make you feel this good.
• He will also make you kneel and take him into your mouth.
• Fucking your mouth roughly but also being careful not to actually hurt you.
• He is not exactly afraid to be vocal.
• He will moan and groan, chanting your name and telling you how good you are for him.
• He will get gentle and loving again afterwards.
• Asking if you’re okay and taking care of you, cuddling for hours and reading to you.
• He will buy you everything you like.
• Sometimes he sees nightmares about his past and losing you as well.
• Then he wakes up and sees you there, sleeping contently.
• He will embrace you tightly and go to sleep again, knowing that you will be there when he wakes up.
• He is particularly clingy in the mornings and you’re not complaining.
• Lazy morning sex.
• Cuddling and talking for hours until you have to get up.
• Making breakfast for you.
• Sometimes you insist on helping him and even if he acts like he doesn’t want you to, it feels very intimate to just betogether and casually make breakfast. He loves it.
• Daddy Zemo will do anything to make you happy.

Okay I’m getting into writing again… Please send requests, I am open to anything. I mostly write for Loki but I am interested in many fandoms and characters so feel free to request any of them please ✨

You Need Me

Character: Helmut Zemo

Pairing:Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader (but it can be read like a Gender Neutral!Reader)

Warnings:Zemo comfort Reader. Angst. Support. Crying. Company. Little fluff.

Inspired by: Arms Open / The Script

Author’s Note: Hello! It’s me again. I know that I’ve been missing but university takes me down. Literally. So… I couldn’t write because I haven’t inspiration.

In this case, I came back with my beloved Helmut, but in a different situation: A few months ago, during Christmas last year, I had some family problems and Tumblr was my escape of those moments. A lot of fics that I discovered in those days help me to through about it. Reading amazing stories and trying to write some too.

This is one of those fics that I’ve started to write in these moments but never couldn’t end it.

This is my poor contribution about those fics that maybe, makes feel better to someone else.

Ps1: This was my state a few months ago… So sorry about the sad things in it I’ll be backs with some things more happys next. I promise

So… This fic, I would like to dedicated to @loveofafangirl because her stories always makes me feel better and makes me smile since I discovered her blog a few months ago and both share love for Zemo.

By the way, I hope from the bottom of my heart that this fic likes you and thanks you for takes your time to read all that I write.

Hope all of you are you Ok!! XOXO

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So let me do to you what you’ve always done for me and let me be the ground underneath your feet

I can’t unfeel your pain, I can’t undo what’s done, I can’t send back the rain but if I could I would … My love, my arms are open…

I want to tell him about it but I can’t …

I feel like the words get stuck in my throat once more as I hear him mutter something that I can’t quite understand. Perhaps these are words in Sokovian or maybe in a language that I don’t recognize but it is impossible for me to understand.

-Helmut …

-What do you need? Tell me and I’ll have it for you in less than an hour.

His voice sounds so clear amid all the noise in my head that it seems to calm my mind.

I need you here. You are what I need.

-I don’t need anything, Helm.

I feel terrible at the idea of ​​lying him, but I know I will make him feel even worse if he knows that I want him to be by my side despite being hours apart. I want to believe in my own words but with every second that passes, reality takes me away from it.

-I don’t like the way your voice sounds, Liebling.

-We both agree on that - I squeeze the small handkerchief between my fingers while I wish they were Helmut’s hands. I’m left with that thought as I hear him mutter a curse in Sokovian on the other end of the line - Stop cursing or the next time you call I won’t answer.

The only response I get is a snort as I feel the tears start to trickle down my cheeks. If I could make only one wish, it is to have him by my side now.

-Are you sure you don’t need anything from me?

-No. I’m fine - The last word is cut between my lips when I try to contain a sob but I don’t hear a response from him, so I don’t know how much he will have believed my sentence - Will you call me tomorrow?

-Without hesitation, Liebling. Rest.

I let out a sob as I end the call and I’m thankful that he can’t hear me. At the same time I feel the air trying to escape from my lungs, threatening to drown me in my slightest carelessness.

As soon as I realize it, hours, minutes and seconds pass that seem eternal. I lose track of time with my head glued to the pillow in my bed and when I wake up, without being aware of when the dream won the battle, I find myself analyzing whether the idea that the phone has not rung is synonymous with good or bad signal.

I do not know what to think. The clock marks eleven in the morning on a day that I don’t want to travel.

I try to have more than a few sips of tea when the doorbell rings. I walk slowly to the door, waiting for the person on the other side to leave, but the doorbell rings again.

And again.

Damn insistent. I walk with what little energy I have left. I feel discouraged and tired. I can barely breathe easy without the phone ringing.

I open the door and automatically my eyes blur. Is it a trick on my head or is Helmut in front of me?

-Liebling - Zemo’s voice brings me back to reality as I feel his arms surround me, and before I can even think about it, I squeeze his clothes between my hands wrinkling his expensive jacket as if it were a piece of paper, trying to feel that this is not an illusion in my head.

He’s here. He really is here.

He slightly pushes me away and he takes my face with both hands, carefully observing my expressions, which I know reflect my inner state and which I cannot hide. He doesn’t speak because he knows that the pain I feel is palpable in the air.

-Why are you here? - I barely recognize my voice and I hear the air coming out of his lungs in a heavy sigh. I know that although he is with me, he is not calm, much less noticing the state in which I was. Usually I would hear some delicate reproach about my lie, but he just stares at me.

-Are you asking me about it? Because you need me - He caresses my cheek with his thumb as he wipes my tears. His eyes are bright, as if he wants to cry but I know he wants to convey security to me. I enjoy his touch for a minute as I see the vulnerability in his expressions - I can’t listen to you like that and let it go as if nothing happened.

-I didn’t ask you to come.

I know my words sound harsh, but I don’t know how to answer in another way without letting what little strength I have fade from his attentions. I want to try to look strong in front of him, but at the same time I want him to be my support.

- You don’t have to ask me, Liebling. And if you did, I’d ask Samuel for the damn ship just to be by your side as quickly as possible. You know if you need me, you just have to say it. Never doubt about it.

I didn’t know what to answer. I simply put my hands up and straightened his hair, which was tousled. He probably would have run or fell asleep on the plane. Or perhaps, he would have run his hands over him so many times due to his nervousness.

-Forgive my image, darling. It’s that … I ran the two blocks that separated me from you, all because of a damn traffic jam… - He turns to the hallway and I realize again that he is there, next to me.

When he barely turns, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close enough so that our bodies are close together. I sigh as I enjoy the warmth that his body gives off, the almost non-existent closeness between them, his arms surrounding me and giving me that security that made me not collapse. Knowing that he was there for me made everything a little easier. I allow myself to feel his cologne for a few seconds and bury my face in his neck, while letting a quiet sigh escape my lips, causing his body to shudder and wrap his arms around me with much more force, making me stay standing on tiptoe.

-I wish to eliminate all the pain in the world just to avoid your suffering, Liebling. Your happiness is my happiness and your suffering is my suffering, you are part of me. You know it, right?

-Yes- I admit without leaving his arms - But you can’t - And I know that it eats away at him right now. It’s the one thing you can’t fix with money or contacts.

- But I want you to know that I would try just to see you smile again - I nod as I feel against my chest as his heartbeat slows down and makes me feel in my comfort zone. In the one where I could only be calm and sure that I could face whatever happened. I can not hold back the tears any longer and I feel them fall down my cheeks, I want to move away and explain him what is happening to me, what is happening, but the words do not leave my lips. The only thing I achieve is that a kind of squeak comes from my lips that makes Helmut hold me even more tightly as if I were going to break me - Shh … Here I am, use me for whatever you need.

- Helm … - I tighten my grip around him even more as I feel his hands caress my back.

-If I am not here for you in these moments, then I do not deserve you.

- I don’t deserve you.

-You deserve the world, Liebling. All the good stuff and nothing more than that. And I appreciate that you let me be by your side - I feel his lips brush my hair, leaving kisses on my head - I know that … I know that the pain you feel now I will not be able to take it away, but I will be by your side until it passes. Are you okay with that?

-Yes, Helm. Always.