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I’ve Got You

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader/You (no gender, race, body type given)

Headcanon/Synopsis: Zemo won’t fall asleep at night until he knows you’re already safely asleep. *Fluff*

Word Count: ~1,100

A/N: Was just going to post the headcanon (above) but it turned into this instead.

His fingers dance carefully through your hair, brushing away the loose strands that threaten to tickle your face. His eyes are warm chocolate melting you with their comfort.

You try to speak, but sleep is already attempting to overtake you.

"Shh—" he breathes, quieting any attempt for you to speak with a chaste kiss. "Rest, Liebling." His lips press to your forehead next. "I've got you."

The heat of his breath seeps over your features, bathing you in his care. You focus on his nearness and the way his arms envelop you perfectly.

The world around you falls away until only he remains. He had that effect on you. You thought it might have been the bliss of a new relationship at the start, but every day since, you've grown more in love, and that feeling has only strengthened.

Your eyes flutter shut as you nestle in his embrace, letting his tender affection lull you. You had never felt this safe before, but with him, the world could be on fire, and you knew he would never let anything happen to you. You drift peacefully to sleep, his warmth beside you, never straying far.

You had many such nights like this, soothed to sleep by his affection. You were so enamored by his nightly watch that it took you longer than you care to admit to realize that you always fell asleep first.

Determined to let him fall tonight, you focus your efforts on caring for him. You massage his shoulders and end up caressing the nape of his neck as you paint his jaw with soft, feathery kisses. You feel his muscles relax and tensions melt under your touch. "I've got you," you breathe.

He draws you nearer, pulling your hips to his. For a moment, you forget the plan, letting his tenderness begin to lull you again.

"Helm," you whisper with a somewhat frustrated groan as you shift back. Your body begs you to give in to the peace he brought you, but you had promised yourself you would be there for him tonight.

"Is everything okay?" His eyes flash with concern at your sudden movement.

Your fingers delicately brush a lock of hair off his forehead. "Everything's fine. You always take such care of me. I wanted to return the favor. Let me watch over you as you sleep tonight."

His eyes close, contemplating your words. His head falls to the side.

When his eyes reopen, you see a faint whisper of pain. You know that look and what it meant. "I'm right here." You cradle his face.

Even after all this time, the loss of his family still haunted him; and more so, the feeling of helplessness that had overtaken him that day as a result. You kiss his forehead, holding him in your arms as he had done so many times before for you. "It's okay. I've got you."

He takes a moment, composing his thoughts. His face flashes with a tangled web of emotions.

"Please;" his gaze finally meets yours; it's warm again. He breathes deeply, letting a soft smile settle on his face as he focuses on you. "I need to know you'll still be there when I wake and that no harm has come to you."

You nod, a smile growing on your lips at his reasoning. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Nevertheless, allow me this." The back of his hand ghosts over your features, pulling you back into his warmth. "I need to know you’re safe."

You understand. You know the weight of the guilt he carries over not protecting his wife and son.

"Okay." You roll over, shifting until your back presses against his torso. As soon as his arms wrap around you, you hug them to your chest. "Thank you." Your voice is quiet as you allow yourself to relax in his care once more.

Nestling his head in your hair, he whispers sweet nothings in your ear until he feels your body succumb to sleep. He listens to your relaxed breathing, allowing its steady rhythm to comfort him as he falls beside you, sleeping tranquility with you in his arms.

It was like this for more nights than you could count. Most of the time, you happily accepted his care. Sometimes, you protested, still wanting your turn to watch over him, but you understood his motives. If this brought him some small peace, you would never wish to take it from him. You understood that this helped give him some control over the fears that still haunted him. However, you began to wonder if there wasn't a part of him that was just afraid of being completely vulnerable with you.

***

It was a mild spring day; the trees had blossomed, peppering the world with their soft, colorful petals when a breeze swept through. You relax together on the chaise in the conservatory. The brilliant sun blankets you in its warmth.

He rests his head in your lap, gazing up at you with more adoration than you ever imagined possible.

You can't help but smile down at the man you love. You pull away from his gaze and continue reading aloud from the book of poetry he had chosen.

He loves the way your voice reflects the spectrum of emotions in the works you read and how your passion overtakes you when you get to a particularly moving passage.

You mindlessly stroke his hair and continue reading softly.

His eyes close as he focuses on your words and gentle touch.

"Helm?" You question quietly; a smile pulls on your face realizing he has fallen asleep in your care. Your heart warms, knowing that this was not easy for him—to be this vulnerable with another person, to know that all would be alright until he woke and that you would never leave or betray him.

You continue reading, hoping that even in his sleep, your voice would be an anchor, protecting him from the storm of his own mind.

Eventually, he stirs in your lap, his body jolting into awareness.

"Shh," you calm him, caressing his cheek. "I've got you."

His eyes search you before settling on your reassuring gaze for support.

"You're safe." You press your lips to his forehead, stroking his hair as he remains in your lap. "We both are. Rest, my love. I'm not going anywhere."

His hands reach for you, gently pulling your face down toward his lips. He holds you there, kissing you so delicately, as though you had all the time in the world.

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