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[sweeneysshit]

Y’all can keep your happy endings — I survived 2021 thanks to the repressed homoerotic tension between a brainwashed assassin and a fabulous baron.

[castielscaplan]

Leave It Be

Summary: Bucky confronts Zemo, forcing Bucky to confront his feelings for the man who both damaged and held him together.

Warnings: Injuries, Manipulation, Angst

WC: 395

Pairing: Bucky x Zemo

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The facility was cold. The walls hummed faintly with ageing machinery, and Bucky could still smell the whitered blood on the concrete. His wrists were raw from fighting the restraints. He was stronger than the cuffs, sure. But something deeper—something more twisted—kept him still. Kept him tethered to the spot.

Zemo stood across from him, quiet, composed, like always. But there was something uncoiling in his eyes now. Something dangerous.

“You’ve made your decision then?” Bucky asked hoarsely. “You’ll finish what you started. Leave me in the ground when you're done.”

Zemo didn’t answer immediately. He just walked forward—each step echoing off the walls like the strike of a gavel. There was no mask of politeness left. No civility. Just heat. Fury. Claim.

He stopped inches away, staring at Bucky like he was both relic and weapon. Worship and ruin.

“You still don’t understand,” Zemo murmured. “After everything.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “I understand you used me.”

“No,” Zemo said sharply. “They used you. Hydra. SHIELD. The Avengers. Every one of them saw you as a burden, a threat, a project to fix. I didn’t. I saw you, James.”

Bucky turned his face away.

Zemo grabbed his chin, forcing him back. “I listened to your screams. Held you through your silence. I picked through the wreckage of your mind and pieced you back together—not to break you, James. To free you.”

“You caged me.”

“I kept you.”

The words rang out, loud and final. Bucky’s breathing stuttered.

Zemo’s grip tightened, his voice dropping to something low and frayed. “You’re mine,” he hissed. “And I’ll burn everything down before I let you go. Do you understand me?”

Bucky stared at him, chest rising and falling like he’d just crawled out of war. Maybe he had.

“You already burned everything,” he whispered.

Zemo leaned closer to whisper. “Not everything. Not yet.”

There was something terrifying in his eyes then—something raw, intimate, hungry. And Bucky hated himself for the way part of him didn’t flinch. The part that had been twisted too many times, broken open too many nights, until the heat of Zemo’s hands felt like the only thing left that could hold him together.

“Let me go,” Bucky whispered.

But Zemo only smiled, soft and sad. “You don’t really want that.”

And for the first time… Bucky wasn’t sure he was wrong.

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What I Want From Thunderbolts* and What I'll Never Get

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Intimacy

[avokyloren]

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[leuqarkrabat]

Ah, el amor...

WinterBaron (Zemo x Bucky)

[welcome-to-the-void]

Zemo clava sus ojos en Bucky, gris contra café, como el mar chocando contra las rocas.

No hay palabras.

Zemo acomoda el violín en su hombro, acurruca su mejilla, el arco sube y la melodía suave comienza, cierra los ojos.

"Toca para mí"

Todo se oscurece, Bucky solo lo mira, la melodía es triste, Zemo se mueve con elegancia, su ceño fruncido, el silencio absoluto llenado por el dolor de la melodía, todos lo miran, es como una luz rodeada de polillas, la muerte de un corazón juvenil, están en un funeral, sus ojos se llenan de lágrimas entonces la música toma una forma tan dulce, como el arrullo de un amante, los ojos de Helmut se abren chocando de regreso a los suyos, el violín se lamenta, como un animalillo herido ahogándose baja en un sollozo, la melodía se apaga y Bucky se enamora de la muerte que presencia, la que causó.

Fragmento de Bene Placito de Little Crow