#buckyzemo

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[castielscaplan]

Made Me Yours

Summary: Bucky confronts Zemo after a mission

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Emotional Distress

WC: 483

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His knuckles were still raw from the kill when he found Zemo waiting. Not General Zemo—not the uniformed man the Hydra techs saluted in the dark halls—but Zemo. The one who didn’t flinch when Bucky’s boots left bloody prints across the tile. The one who watched him like he was something more than a weapon… and something less than human.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Bucky rasped. His voice was low, unfamiliar. The Soldier's voice.

Zemo didn’t move from the chair. Just tilted his head, like one might to a wounded dog that hadn’t yet decided whether to bite.

“I wanted to see what they’ve done to you.”

“They fixed me.”

Zemo’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Is that what you call it?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. The mission still buzzed behind his eyes. The blood hadn’t dried yet. His fists curled, ready. Always ready.

But Zemo stepped forward. Slow. Careful.

“You remember me, don’t you?” he asked softly. “Not from a file. From before.”

The Soldier blinked. Pain flared at the base of his skull like a cracked fault line. His breath hitched. “No,” he said. Too fast.

Zemo’s hand came up. Rested gently on the metal arm. Cool against cold. “They kept you on ice for years. I waited.”

“Why?”

“Because I knew you’d come back. Because I knew they’d break you down, and when they did…” Zemo leaned closer, voice low and burning. “You wouldn’t know where else to go but me.”

“You think I belong to you?” Bucky asked, his voice strangled. “You think just because they fucked with my head and broke my bones and scrubbed me clean, I’m yours?”

Zemo’s gaze dropped to his mouth. “I know you are.”

Bucky grabbed him—fist in his shirt, slamming him into the wall. A painting fell. Glass shattered. Zemo didn’t fight back. “You made me into this,” Bucky whispered, trembling. “You told them how to use me. You knew what they’d do.”

“I gave them a tool. They forged the weapon.”

“You knew what would happen.”

Zemo lifted a hand slowly and touched Bucky’s jaw. Gentle. Worshipful. “I’ve given you everything. My loyalty. My patience. My plans. You don’t even realise how many deaths I orchestrated just to keep them from wiping you clean completely. Every time they wanted to start over, I stopped it. Because you’re mine.”

“Stop saying that,” Bucky hissed. His body shook. “You don’t know me.”

Zemo’s eyes softened, cruel and loving all at once. “Don’t I, James?”

The Soldier stared at him like he didn’t know whether to kill him or fall into him.

And then he kissed him. Fierce. Unforgiving. Teeth and fury and desperation, crashing together like the world would burn if they didn’t.

When they broke apart, Bucky was gasping, broken open.

“I hate you,” he said.

Zemo touched his lips, dazed. “You need me.”

Bucky didn’t deny it.

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OTP Challenge

I don't like Stucky, but Bucky x Zemo is perfect for me

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Edit by Pars

My friend parselmouthloki made a video trailer for my winterbaron fanfiction, “Drossel” and it is BREATHTAKING.

Check this fic out here if you're interested

"Drossel" by SageGarnish

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winterbaron texts (1/?)

[pannypunkpanda]

So… apparently it was raining. — September 30

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It’s them.