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Weeping commences

#ahh yes, the face of someone who’s very happy with his decision and has 0 regrets

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER | dir. Kari Skogland (2021)

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helmut zemo + side profile

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Daniel Brühl as Helmut Zemo Captain America: Civil War (2016)

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“The three of them together are at times so hilarious, I have to kind of pull them all back and remind them, ‘wait a second, we can’t be having this much fun.’” - Kari Skogland, Director

ANTHONY MACKIE, SEBASTIAN STAN and DANIEL BRÜHL having the best of times with each other behind the scenes of ‘The Falcon and The Winter Soldier’ (2021)

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Lol he's talking about us again

Daniel Brühl for Loro Piana 

bonus:

#reblog #daniel brühl #art imitates art

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Yo

Zemo: *shots someone to save Y/N*

Y/N : *heart eyes* ZEMO….

Y/N: You put the cute in the execute. ಥ◡ಥ

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Everyday hustle

Been there, done that.

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Writing prompt: Autumn

Rating: M

Summary: It's autumn in the Bavarian Forest and Zemo is accompanied by a special guest for a tea ceremony and an intimate encounter.

Their path is obscured by a thick blanket of leaves that feels soft and welcoming underfoot. A gentle breath of autumn stirs them to dance — bright yellow sycamore, brilliant red maple and burnt orange ash swirl together and lift upward, touching the bark of their host trees with what feels like reverence and a bittersweet goodbye. The air is crisp and the afternoon sky is blue as a turquoise sea. As they walk hand in hand, she considers the sad pangs of autumn, which remind her that moments are brief — fleeting, and the passage of time slows for no one in the tumult of the world. She squeezes her baron’s hand just a little bit harder as an anxiousness creeps into her mind and works at the hairs on the back of her neck. Like all things and the seasons, these moments, too, shall end.

Helmut darts her a glance and a half-smile. “Everything alright, golubica?” He asks, returning the squeeze of her hand with one of his own.

“Yeah, of course,” she says, coaxing a full smile and a sparkling laugh that’s conjured by the butterflies in her stomach when he calls her dove in his native tongue. Her eyes glance over to find his, and she can’t help but feel as though their chestnut irises are auras against the landscape. It’s as though he embodies autumn with his warm stare and the golden-brown of his carefully groomed hair. His complexion is pale, but his brow is dark and defined; his lips, a line like a quiet and easy stream that hides unexpected depth and danger.

The Bavarian Forest is a mysterious, old and magical place — one that she never expected to see with him. She wonders how long the fantasy will last before he’s wrenched from her once again and thrust back into the consequences of his decisions. For now, though, they stroll — their boots pushing against the soft surface of the earth, and the ends of their coats tapping together in harmony.

“We’ll stop just up here,” he points to a small clearing encircled by spruce and fir trees.

In response, she shifts the pack on her shoulder and brushes errant hairs that the forest air has encouraged in front of her eyes. It’s clear that he’s been to this place before, and she wonders about with whom.

When they reach the clearing, it becomes obvious that although remote, it’s a known spot for passers-through. There is a variety of large rocks scattered throughout that have been flattened over time by the resting hides of previous visitors, probably over the course of many centuries.

Helmut hastens his pace ahead of her and sweeps over a few spots with his feet until the sole of his boot finds a ring of stones that at one time housed a campfire. He smiles with satisfaction, and gestures to her to approach and sit. He offloads the pack from his own shoulder and motions for the one that she carries. As he starts to build a tidy fire, she pulls her coat around her more tightly against the cooling of the late afternoon.

The sun filters its rays through swaying branches and sharp pine leaves, and it’s as though she watches him through a lens that progressively moves him farther and farther from her. His movements are calculated and meaningful; his fingers drift over the tea kettle, spoons, scoops and mugs like a composer’s. He is quiet as he works while they are serenaded by birds and an orchestra of air movement amid creaking bark, vines and leaves.

“Hela?” She starts, almost immediately remorseful. He hums at her in acknowledgment because he knows what she’s going to ask.

“Never mind, it’s not important,” she returns, and he pours boiling water from the kettle into a humble teapot over strong black tea.

Helmut returns to a standing position and rubs his hands together, looking skyward and scanning their surroundings for the first time since they arrived.

“I love this time of year,” he says. As he paces, lost in thought, the smoke of the fire and the steam of the tea rise and whirl about him as the hem of his open wool coat coaxes the elements into a choreographed ballet. Everything is in motion, and he becomes more than Baron Helmut Zemo. He is everything rich and ancient in the world — an alchemist, a conjurer, a druid, a seer, a Byzantine warrior, a Slavic fire god.

Returning to his task, he rinses the tea, replaces it in the pot with fresh boiling water, and allows it to steep for a few moments before adding mint and sugar. When he is satisfied, he pours the brew into two mugs. He stokes their little campfire before joining her on the flat rock that she selected as a seat. His leg presses against hers and he hands her the steaming elixir, which hits her senses with a recollection of something far away and unfamiliar — like a memory she could only understand in a dream.

He brushes her hair aside and contemplates her profile as she stares down into her tea mug.

“You are sad today,” he says.

She takes a sip of the tea and gazes out on the clearing before turning to meet the moon of his face, which is only inches from hers. Her eyes dart about, locating their favorite points — his lashes, the circles under his eyes that are just a little darker in the waning sun, the spread of his nose and cheeks, his clenched jawline.

“Sometimes, I don’t think I know who you are,” she says quietly, reaching up with a tea-warmed hand and touching at the flesh of his cheek.

He leans closer and rests his lips on hers. His touch is light and velvety, and she applies the tiniest bit of pressure to feel their heat. A desire begins to cut into her gut and work at the space between her thighs because like the fire, forest, smoke and ash, she moves at his command.

She pulls away to take another large draught of tea, allowing the mint and sugar to wash into her mouth and flavor her tongue. She rests the mug beside her and swivels to straddle his lap. He sets his own mug aside and weaves his hands into her coat. Leaning in slowly, she opens her mouth against him and the flavors of their lips meld — sweet herbaceousness and the bitter, primeval taste of the tea. In her mind and on the wind, she can hear music, a brooding lament invoked by the sounds of tagelharpa, drums, flutes and voices that she doesn’t know and can’t understand.

He presses against her center, eager to feel her warmth and lust, and he kisses her neck as his hands snake under her clothes to find the flesh of her breasts. She exhales forcefully as her eyes flutter closed and he watches her face as it turns from tempered delight to shameless yearning.

The campfire warms her back and she considers what it would feel like to be lost, naked and ensnared with him in the forest’s embrace.

“What did you want to ask me,” he whispers at her, his hot breath raising gooseflesh on her arms.

She pauses, her hands falling to his sides and pushing precisely against the muscles and sinew under his sweater.

“You’ve been to this place before,” she says.

“Yes,” he replies, studying her, awaiting her follow-up. As he does so, his fingers tighten on the insides of her thighs, and she shifts distractedly. “With my wife,” he continues.

She trembles slightly against her uncertainty, wanting and the approach of evening, and he takes her face in his hands. She makes to speak, but he quiets her. Sparks from the fire reach into the air and throw stars into the black mirrors of his eyes. Her heart strikes hard and she fights back emotion by closing her eyes and taking a deep breath of the late autumn evening on this, their forest walk.

“But it was never like this,” he whispers against the curve of her ear. Her hands tighten around his biceps because she aches to hear it. “Not like with you.”

#zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #zemo x female reader #zemo x oc #fanfiction #zemo fanfiction #zemo fanfic #autumn #writing prompt #marvel #this is a personal fantasy why not share it with the world

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Idk how to feel

So frickin gorgeous

#reblog #daniel bruhl #danny b

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Son of a biscuit

These images of Daniel live rent free in my head ❤

#reblog #daniel bruhl #danny b

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Sleep would never be a thing I would be doing around him ...

Baron Zemo loved to find you sleeping.

Your peaceful pose, your hushed breaths, the way your tousled hair laid over your cheek. How the satin sheets never quite rested high enough on your body revealing a peak at your inviting breasts.. He enjoyed these moments of stillness where he could watch over you, protect you. you were his, and no one else would ever be able to see your tranquil vulnerabilities but him.

He sat down beside you to admire your beauty for a few moments more where he leaned in, placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder and whispered...

"You are a vision my lovely" ...

"I'll meet you in your dreams"

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*Googles the terrain of Eastern Europe and the kind of foliage and native fauna that might be present in Sokovia if it was a real place*

writing is a process appreciate your ficwriters

#why am i like this #it has to be perfect #how do you describe brown without saying brown

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She understood the Autumn prompt assignment. *swoon* ❤

The often cold and hardened exterior that Baron Zemo exuded had slipped away .. for now he carried himself in a soft grey sweater, a slightly wrinkled charcoal jacket and a crimson colored flannel scarf .. an innocent smile and kind eyes locked upon yours.. this was a look he reserved only for you. A vulnerable look .. a look that he would never dare show to anyone else..

"Where are we going darling?" You asked with anticipation..  Helmut held your hand in his as you walked along an old cobblestone pathway.. "you'll see my love" he said with an affectionate tone... he knew you had always enjoyed the colorful display of Autumn, the rose & apricot highlighted clouds at sunset, long cozy nights sipping warm brandy.. "we'll be alone soon" ...

Walking hand in hand the sound of crunching leaves under your feet at every step, you watched the light dance through the overhead branches.. the crisp autum air hitting your cheeks with an enticing smell of aspen and pine hovering through. Helmut wraps his arm around you tightly leaning to your ear.... "And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn is awakened..." ..he whispers gently..  "as is my heart" .. breathless at his eloquence and romantic nature you watched his chestnut brown eyes as he spoke.. with hints of passion sparking in them you placed a small kiss on the top of his gloved his hand  .. "my love, shall we" .. you nudged his arm ever so slightly and continued along the cracked pathway lined with sunburnt leaves.

You come upon a shaded meadow, there stands a beautful tall tree.. the tree was aged.. full of history as it had a story to tell.. strong branches, with petruding hardwood roots, the bark was furrowed and veined with sap.. the leaves the color of amber & scarlet rustling in the breeze .. Helmut guides you underneath where a large blanket rests.. a picnic basket filled with delights, glasses and carafe of wine.. He kneels down onto the blanket "join me won't you" he requests while removing his leather gloves one at a time..  you watch him patiently as he pours a glass of the mulled wine and hands it to you.. cradling the warm glass, hints of cinnamon & anise arouse your senses..

You kneel down beside him as he places a small plate in front of you .. lined with various scrumptious looking canapés.. "do you still trust me? He asks "close your eyes" .. intrigued by his inquiry you do as he suggests  .. flavors of crisp green apple, pistachio, warm brie & honey enter your lips.. you open your eyes as you savour the creamy sweet on your tongue... you note some sticky golden honey left on his fingertip ... "Helmut, allow me" you whisper... You grasp his ungloved hand.. Taking his smooth index finger towards your lips you slowly close them around it.. you gently suck the remaing honey off his fingertip and give it a playful nip.. his eyes flashed with a amorous glance.. you snicker with a half smile and continue to sip the spiced wine..

Helmut relaxes himself up against the large trunk, you lay your back onto his chest and cuddle into his embrace.  Under the sweeping branches he carsesses your neck.. and gently tangles his fingers into your hair ..

"I could stay lost here forever" ..his voice was tender .."I could stay safe under the shelter of you" with deep yearning you snake your fingers into his.. locking hands.. The leaves seamlessly float from the higher branches around you.

And like the seasons changing the breeze dissipates and there is a calm in the air... all you could feel is the soothing vibration of his heartbeat.. you sighed and melted into the sound of his gentle breaths..

Helmut reached for a broad Maroon colored leaf that had dropped from above beside your arm ... you closed your eyes as he glided it across your forehead and down your nose.. taking in a deep breath you inhale the feeling of fall.. the scent of musk, maple & moss .. you were entirely Immersed in the warmth of his body.. wrapped in the fabric of his being. Drifting off together as the fiery sun sets you were both in sync.... in complete contentment.

There was only one place in the world you've ever felt that way, felt like your true self.. felt loved and protected.. And that place.. It was in Helmut's arm's.

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19.03.2021

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We're putting the TM on classy Baron sexy times. 👊🏻👊🏻

As you blew out the candle on your night table, you inhale the smell of the wax and smoke ..Your mind flashes back to a old antique book shop where you first met your Baron.

You were skimming your finger tips along the broken & cracked spines of the old books on a higher shelf .. scents of sweet orange, incense and smoke fill the air.. when suddenly you felt firm hands on your back and waist. Startled you sprung and turned around.. Your eyes met his for the first time.. dark, serious eyes with a hint of sadness..  he removed his coat and tossed it on a near by leather chair.

An intimating look washed over him.. when the overhead door bell chime rung signaling someone else had entered the shop.. The Baron leaned in closer hiding his face beside yours as the stranger who entered the shop drew near..

"forgive me" .. he said lined with guilt .. you stood motionless, enchanted it your place.. The man walked closer glancing at the two of you.. Zemo forcefully kissed you.. Your mind was flooded with urges to push him away but as his tender lips moved like waves on yours, something else took over.. something primal.. You clawed your hands up & into his hair.. You parted your lips to give permission for his tongue.. he thrusted you back into the hardwood shelf where a few of the tattered books fell to the floor knocking over and blowing out a near by candle.. the scent of smoke and melted wax, dust in the air sparkled with reflections from the tiny shop windows..

He ignited the kiss even further as he snaked his arms around your waist and entagled himself as close as possible to your body.. you felt your your entire being quiver as his long fingers slid up the side of your torso and chest to the base of your neck.. you felt astray, as he pressed his teeth to bite your bottom lip..

The door bell chime rung once more, the stranger looking for The Baron had left assuming his target in the long coat had never entered the shop. Zemo then pulled away and broke the searing kiss ..

"Apologies my dear" The Baron spoke with regret in his eyes. "I needed a cover... I didn't mean to just use you" 

"I .. that's .. I guess"  flustered in your response your voice was shakey at best .. "Well I'm pleased to meet you too"

Zemo's head tilted to left slightly, and a sly lip curl  emerged. He extended for your hand and stroked his thumb across it.. slowly he raised it up to his delicate warm lips, where you felt his breath tickle your skin which sent a shiver through you.. he closed his eyes and gently pressed a grateful kiss to the top of your hand.

And in the moment you couldn't control or even fathom it, but you moved forward and reached out for the dark eyed Baron .. You lured him back to your trembling chest, you felt the heat of his body on yours.. With his lips adjacent to your own and your pulse racing..

"kiss me again" you whispered faintly

"use me in any way you like"

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Goddamnit, it's a real probleeeeem

can't stop thinking about zemo in his coat... going crazy rn

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#umm… SIR

Daniel Brühl in a promo video for his upcoming movie ‘Next Door’ (2021)

#how is this ok