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mckenzie-ivanova · 1 month
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Does anyone know any good Helmut Zemo fanfiction. There are some about him but I've read the ones I could find, and the rest is all smut. I just want to read a goog fanfic about him that contains no smut.
Also, if you know any, can you recommend it (anything that isn't on ao3 because I just don't understand how to us it).
Thank you.
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I miss Zemo so much, pls give us a sign of him in Thunderbolts .-.
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krazykiki05 · 1 year
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There’s Just Not Enough Hours in the Day
Zemo accidentally had a daughter at 16 with a 17 year old. When she found out what he was doing back in 2016, she teamed up with the Avengers to help fight her father at the age of 19. During this time, she helped Bucky and they grew close.. She moved to Wakanda to help him readjust to modern life. When Bucky came back from the blip, he lived with her. He would miss therapy if it wasn’t for her. She would have never seen her father again if it wasn’t for him.
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I Part 5 I
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Bucky shut the container door and it was pitch black. Sam and Sharon used their phones' flashlights to light up the room. Bucky held onto me as bullets were still fired outside. “You okay?” He asks me. 
“I’m fine.” I lie. A bullet was lodged in my torso, off to the side so I know it didn’t hit any vital organs. I’ll live as long as I dress it in time. I discreetly place my hand there, to cover the seeping blood. It was an all black outfit, but blood still shines in light. 
After a few minutes, all gunshots were gone. “Stand back.” Bucky says before using his metal arm punch the doors open. As soon as we get out, a car speeds our way before stopping right in front of us. My father. “Supercharged.” He explains. I chuckle. 
“You’re going back to jail.” Sam threatens. 
“Do you want to find Karli or not?” 
“He’s right. We need him.” My boyfriend defends. I hop in the front seat, where it’s less likely for them to see my wound. I pull my legs up to my chest, which hurt a lot but I was comfortable. I lean against the door and try to relax. Sam tries to get Sharon to come with us, but she refuses. Papa speeds off. 
“Malyshka, what’s wrong?” Papa asks as he drives us back to the plane. 
“What? Nothing.” I answered too defensively. Papa glances at me. 
“I’m your father. Something’s wrong, I know it.” He argues in our native language. I glare at him. 
“I’m just tired. We all are.” I lie in the same language. Papa shakes his head with a frown. 
“I don’t buy it. Are you hurt?” He asks. I hesitate. 
“No.”
“Then that means you would be okay moving your hand and getting your feet off the seat.” He challenges casually. I look at Papa worriedly, also glancing back at Bucky and Sam who were curious to what we were talking about. I move my hand, palm side covered in blood. I place it on my calf. My father harshly grabs my hand, looking at my palm. Sam and Bucky catch a glimpse of it too. “Dammit!” Papa curses in English. 
“What the hell.”
“Annika what the hell is that?” Sam asks. I tank my hand away, placing it back on my wound. My father punches the wheel. 
“She got shot.” He answers. Both men look at me. 
You said you were fine!” Bucky chastises. 
“I am fine!” I defend. 
“A bullet wound is not fine! It’s not!” Sam yells. Papa takes out his phone. 
“Oeznik, get some medical supplies. She has a bullet wound.” My father commands on the phone in Sokovian. I sigh. I got back to leaning against the car door. I felt a hand rub my shoulder from behind. Sam. 
“Hey. Don’t fall asleep.” Bucky calls. I obey.
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Once we arrived at the airport, walking to the plane was easy, even swatting Bucky’s hand away from helping me. It was until I got to the steps. Sam and Papa both went in front of me to get the supplies ready. Bucky triled behind in case I fell. I didn’t, but it still took me a good minute to get up there. 
“Sit. Here. Now.” Sam snaps. With the help of Bucky, I sat on the couch part of the plane. I lift up my shirt to reveal the hold bigger than I thought. 
“Shit.” I mumble. Sam pulls out a pair of tweezers. Right. He had to get the bullet out. Bucky sits next to me, facing us so that he’s behind me. He places his metal arm over my mouth. 
“Place your hands on my arm.” He says, guiding one hand. I grasp his metal arm lightly. My heart starts racing.  My father couldn’t watch, running to the cockpit. Bucky places his right arm around my torso. Sam and Bucky both nod at each other. Wait, what about me? I wasn’t ready! But they didn’t care. Sam uses one gloved hand to hold the wound open. I yelp into Bucky’s hand. I felt him place his face into my hair. Sam takes the tweezers and dig it into my skin. I yell and squeeze Bucky’s arm, nails bending at the metal. I let out a sob, shutting my eyes.
“Okay. All done.” Sam said. Bucky releases the hand over my mouth, I drop my arms. Having to endure that took up the last of my energy. My head feel back onto Bucky, well, my whole body did. Sam looks at me with sympathetic eyes. “Lay her down, Buck.” He whispers. 
Bucky gently sets me down. He is moved out of the way by my father. Papa places his overcoat on top of me and kisses my forehead. Just like tucking me into bed when I was a little girl. “Rest for now, Malyshka. I’ll wake you later so you can eat.” 
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I sat in my chair, contemplating if I should ask him or not. Well she is my daughter. “James, I am going to ask you an..unusual question. But I’m going to need you to answer.” James looks up from cleaning his metal arm. His eyebrows are furrowed. “How much does Annika eat in a day?” I could tell he was taken back by the question. But nonetheless, he thinks. 
“Um. Not that much, honestly. You could say she has the appetite of a sparrow.” Bucky answers, chuckling at himself. I frown. It has returned. 
“Why you ask?” Sam asks. I sigh. Technically it’s not my place to tell. But Bucky is her...boyfriend. And he should know. She will just have to deal with Sam knowing. 
“When Anni was 16, she developed Bulimia. Anorexia if her mother and I were out of town for days at a time. It lasted 2 years, 2 years until one day, her mother and I heard a noise from the bathroom. A thud. The door was locked. I had to break it down. And there she was. My little girl, unconscious on the floor, vomit in the toilet. We took her to the hospital, where she had to stay there for 3 days to pump nutrients into her body. Her body was so used to digesting only itself, that digesting real food caused her great pain.” I explain. Both men look concerned. I look at my sleeping daughter. “She should not be this exhausted if she has been eating well.” I add. 
“So, you’re saying it’s back?” Bucky asks. 
“I know it’s back. I know what she looks like healthy. And that is not it.” I say, pointing.
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We’ve been in the air for some time now, the sky has grown dark. I think Anni has slept enough. So I started putting together some food. Sam was on the phone when I walked in so I just set his plate on the table next to him. I set mine and Bucky’s on the same table. I kneel down to gently wake Annika from her slumber by rubbing her shoulder. I see her twitch. “Malyshka, you’ve got to eat.” I whisper. Anni moans in annoyance but gets up. I set the plate on her lap. “I want all of this gone.” I demand before leaving to sit in my seat. 
“She died in Riga. a city near the Baltic sea.” Sam explains. 
“I have a place we can go.” I announce. 
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imsadnotugly · 2 years
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Luka Barnes aka Daughter of Bucky Barnes.
I'm writing a story on Wattpad following the 8/9 year old enhanced daughter of Bucky Barnes, follows TFATWS.
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Not sure if I'm pearing Bucky up with Sam, Wanda or Yelena as of right now. I might just keep bucky single and focus the story on just Bucky and Luka .
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ricas-baron · 8 months
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Just a wishlist for Zemo in Thunderbolts 😀⚔️ I'm so proud this costume is my best design 🥹✨
Time: 9 hours of work 👀
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Just saw ur Daddy!Zemo and I knew I had to send in a request. Could u please do Zemo x little!reader where they just want cuddles and kisses all the time. I’m sorry if that’s a little vague but I hope u can u something with it. Thank u✨
Cuddly engel
Content - age regression, cg!zemo, cuddles, soft toys, paperwork, fluff, not proofread, don't like don't read.
Summary - when you can’t fight regression one night when zemo is working you desperately need him to help you.
Authors note - there was just something inside me that had to make the reader zemos wife he just gives off such good husband vibes, a bit shorter I was a bit tired, reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy!<3
Translations - my love - meine Liebe, beautiful - schön, darling - liebling,
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You knew you shouldn’t have taken a nap this afternoon, you knew you were going to wake up small but you decided to do it anyway.
Oh did you regret it now.
You knew that you were safe to regress of course you did but it was just a bit tricky today, helmut had been working constantly for the past few weeks and while you knew he would drop everything in a heartbeat to take care of you you didn’t want to bother him.
So for for the next half an hour you lied there on your back staring up at the ceiling trying to get your older mindset back, but nothing would work it was completely pointless.
Eventually you decided to swallow your pride and go and find your husband.
Going over to your wardrobe you pulled down the wooden box that sat on the top shelf, opening it you pulled out a blue soft rabbit and placed it under your arm before moving the box onto the hardwood flooring.
Tiptoeing out of your bedroom you made your way down the oak stairs.
You looked around trying to find helmut knowing he hadn’t been to a meeting so he must be at home.
This was the only problem about your house, there were to many rooms to remember when you were little.
Making your way back up the stairs you wandered over to the only other room you could think of, helmut’s study.
You peaked through the crack in the door making sure he wasn’t on the phone before gently pushing it open making the old hinges creek making you cringe.
Looking up from his paperwork the barons eyes softened when they saw it was you, “hello meine Liebe” he smiled pushing out his rolley chair from his desk “hi papa” you said softly paddeling your way over to him.
“Ahh has my little lamb come out to play?” He chuckled reaching his hand out to reach your own “mhm” you mumbled “I’m not disrupting you am I?” “Of course not schön you could never interrupt me” he said softly knowing you were sensitive to noise in this state of mind.
“Papa can I come up please?” You whispered you gestured to his desk chair “of course you can my darling” he cooed helping guide you into a cradling position in his lap.
After placing a kiss to your forehead he rolled the chair in and went back to his work occasionally looking down to make sure you were sound.
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After a while of working he looked down to see your head resting on his left shoulder, your hand clutching onto his sleeve struggling to keep your eyes open.
“Is my liebling sleepy?” He chuckled bringing his hand down too stroke your palm.
You were too far gone to speak so you just let out a light grumble and nuzzled your face into his soft chest.
Smiling down at you Zemo brushed away a strand of hair that had called down across your face before placing a kiss to your hairline.
“Go to sleep then my love, I’ve got you”
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vervainariadne · 2 years
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Yep. That's right guys. I wish i was sam.
WE WISH WE WERE SAM.
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mgenchanted · 9 months
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loki-quinn · 1 year
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Baron Helmut Zemo aesthetic
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babycupart · 3 months
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do NOT watch a m*rvel show just to see an actor, next thing you know you’re writing fic in your head to compensate for the lack of characterization and complete sterilization of their sexuality
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yve-barr · 10 months
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It’s Important™️
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mypoisonedvine · 2 years
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OH JD I BEG FOR A SUGAR DADDY ZEMO SOMETHING
He thinks you look best in pearls; that was how you got the idea.
You waited far too long, the anticipation building up until you could hardly take it anymore— but you waited, patiently, for your Helmut as you laid back on the bed, wearing only the pearls he'd gotten you. It was a long string, dipping all the way down to nearly your bellybutton before it swooped back up, but it obviously did nothing to cover your body... that was kind of the whole point of this.
Helmut had been out of town on business for over a week, and while that might not be very long for some to go without sex, for him who had been spoiled by having you as much as he wanted you for years? It was an Olympic feat.
You heard him on the other side of the bedroom door and felt your heart start to race, adjusting yourself just a bit more on the bed even though you'd been perfecting your pose for half an hour already.
When he swung the door open, and drank in the sight of you naked and spread wide for him, his doll on display and desperate to be ravished... he was on you in a second.
"Beautiful," he growled as he kissed all over your skin, hands running across your body until his fingers settled between your legs. "You missed me," he noticed when you soaked his fingers in a second.
"So much," you agreed, rocking your hips up into his touch.
"I told you you look good in pearls," he purred. "You know what else? You look good on your hands and knees, too."
You got in the position right away, making him purr proudly.
"Good girl."
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krazykiki05 · 1 year
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There’s Not Enough Hours in the Day
Zemo accidentally had a daughter at 16 with a 17 year old. When she found out what he was doing back in 2016, she teamed up with the Avengers to help fight her father at the age of 19. During this time, she helped Bucky and they grew close.. She moved to Wakanda to help him readjust to modern life. When Bucky came back from the blip, he lived with her. He would miss therapy if it wasn’t for her. She would have never seen her father again if it wasn’t for him.  I I PART 2 I I
“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam says as the lights to the garage turns on.  “These are mine.” Papa says with slight malice to the tone. I ran to my favorite car, the red jeep. Bucky follows me. I ignore what my father says and I reach into the backseat by crawling, leaving my ass hanging out for Bucky to look at. Pulling out my personal weapons, I remember my father letting my drive this car for my 18th birthday. I set the duffel bag on the driver’s seat, sifting through it to make sure everything was in there. “Babe…” Bucky muttered, pushing my hand away to rummage through it himself. “All this yours?” I nod proudly.  “Ever since I was 11, that man could buy me some kind of self defense weapon, when I hit 15, they started becoming more like these.” I explain before pulling out a pocket knife from a set I remember getting for my 15th birthday. I see my father walking away, I go to follow him.  “First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Papa says. 
~~~~~~~~~ As we get closer to the plane, Sam speaks up. “So all this time you’ve been rich?”  “I’m a baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed our country.”  “So if you’re a baron, and she’s your daughter, that makes her-” I finish Sam’s sentence.  “Baroness.” “How come you never told me?” Bucky asks, sounding a bit hurt.  “It didn’t seem to matter.” I answer.  “Hello, Oeznik.” My father greets the old man in Sokovian.  “Welcome, gentlemen, and lady.” Oez says back. I smile at him.  “Old friend.” Papa says, pulling him in for a hug. After they pull away I hug Oez, him kissing my cheek.  “Please.” papa ushered the men into the plane. 
Once we are in the air, I make myself comfortable in the seat across from my father since the boys were sitting on the other side of the plane across from each other. My knees were tucked up to my chest, overcoat being used as a makeshift blanket. My father chuckles softly as Oeznik comes in with two glasses of champagne. “Apologies if it’s a little warm.” He starts while handing the glasses to my father and I. “The fridge is out. But I will see if there is good food in the galley.” “If it doesn’t pass the smell test,” My father says in Sokovian. I roll my eyes. “Give it to them.” Oeznik chuckles.  “It’s good to have you back sir.” He says before turning to me. “Let me see if I can make your favorite.” He says. I stop him before he exits.  You don’t have to, I’m not hungry.” I say in Sokovian, trying to sharpen my skill. Oeznik was getting older, not as young as he used to be when I would ride this plane as a small child. Oez’s smile drops and my father snaps his head at me. I look at him. “I’m not!” I defend in English. Father tilts his head.  “You should eat something.” He orders in Sokovian.  “I ate before I came.” Father scoffs. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve been with you all day.” Father’s face grows darker in order to ask the next question. “Is it back?” I felt Oeznik lean in closer too. I swallow. I couldn’t tell him the truth. Not right now.  “No.” Father tilts his head back to relax.  “Oeznik, just make her something small, then.” Papa orders, eyes locked with mine the whole sentence.  “Yes, sir.” He responds in English before walking away.  “The hell was that?” Sam asks. Oh shit, I forgot they were there. My father continues to study me.  “Nothing that concerns you.” He answers. I glanced at Bucky who had a suspicious look on his face.  “Okay, then why don’t you tell us about where we are going?”  “I’m sorry.” Father mumbles, looking back down at his book. “I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems important.” He reaches in his book and pulls out a smaller one. I recognize it to be Bucky’s from its days of sitting on the mudroom table. “Who is Nakajima?” Papa asks. Bucky Is quick to get up, slamming him against his seat, holding him by his throat. I stand up myself.  “Buck, stop!” I plead, placing a hand on the arm around my father’s neck.  “If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” He growls, I yank on his arm again.  “Okay, James, he gets it.” I snap. Bucky’s eyes snap towards me, before his hand releases their grip. He knows when I say his real name, I’m pissed. Bucky immediately softens going back to his seat, pulling me with him until I sit on the arm of his chair. I drape my legs over his and his metal arms hooks around my waist to keep me from falling.  “Sorry.” He mutters, barely audible.  “I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Papa said. I glare at my father.  “Don’t push it.” My boyfriend growls before nuzzling his face into my torso. I keep his head there by hooking my arm around, and running my fingers through his hair.  “You must have really looked up to Steve.” Papa acknowledged. “But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him,” He starts. My hand slides down to Bucky’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “America's Super Soldier is that we put them on pedestals.” Sam and I both noticed Bucky get antsy, shifting in his seat.  “Papa.” I warned.  “Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam did the same.  “They become symbols. Icons.” He did heed our warnings. “ Then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought.” He looks at the man I’m trying to protect. “You remember that right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like Red Skull? That’s why we are going to Madripoor.” I don’t know why my father has to make short answers long.  “What’s up with Madripoor? You guys talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam asks. Bucky speaks up.  “It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago.”  “It was a pirate sanctuary in the 1800s.” I add.  “It’s kept its lawless ways but we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves.” Papa explains. “James, you will have to become someone you claim is long gone.” My eyes widened.  “No.”  “Annika, please-” “There has to be another person!”  “Annika, it’s fine.” Bucky says, placing a hand on my thigh. I look down at him as he looks up at me. He sucks at hiding the pain in his eyes.  “Bucky…” I mutter. He sends me a fake reassuring smile.  “Oeznik will be back soon. He will be very mad if he does not find you safe in your own seat.” Papa calls. Sam was taken back by the tone of his voice. A tone he saved just for me, I rolled my eyes and sat back in my own seat. Just in time for Oez to come out with three platters. One for me, Papa, and Sam and Bucky to split. I didn’t make any sign to move. Papa glares at me. “Eat.” He commands in sokovian. I ignore him. 
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lavieaquatique · 2 years
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THE fear™️
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ricas-baron · 7 months
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Another what if because I love it 👀. I had to see this to ease my mind. But when I counted how long Helmut had not seen his family, I had tears in my eyes. Zemo lost his family in 2015 and TFATWS took place in 2024.
Time: 9 hours of work 🫠
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