The fastest man alive… and the (reluctant) man who believed in him.
Thank you to the lovely @weetlebeetle for this adorable art of Barry and Harry!
I've been rewatching the Flash and remembering how much I adore both of them (as well as most of the rest of the cast) so I decided to get some art. ❤️⚡️❤️⚡️❤️⚡️
539 unique shapes were used to make this geometric art in photoshop
I've never used this style to create a RL person before so the face is not perfect but it's my first time trying to make a human face using only polygons (mostly triangles).
Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)
Synopsis: Zemo returns home from a mission with some minor injuries that you insist on caring for. *Fluff, Comfort/Care*
TW: non-graphic descriptions of cuts and bruises with mention of blood, brief mention of a handgun
Word Count: ~950
A/N: Zemo needed a beard so I gave him one in the edit in my title card: My Beautiful Beared Baron 😍🙈! It's not the best, but if anyone is interested, I can post the edit separately.
You turn your head quickly at the sound of the front door clicking shut. You jump to your feet, instinctively retrieving one of the small handguns concealed within the house. You hold the weapon close, listening to the sound of footsteps cautiously striding through your home. Your lips curl in the corner as you tap the safety back on—you'd know those footsteps anywhere.
"You're home early?" You call cheerfully, dashing toward the source of the noise.
"Helm?" You find him in the bedroom. Even facing away from you, you can sense the tension in his posture, despite his slumped shoulders. Your pulse quickens, "What's wrong?"
"I had hoped not to disturb you. It is nothing." His reassuring tone does little to calm your worries as he keeps his back toward you.
"What's wrong," you repeat more firmly. Your gaze settles on his coat lying across the ottoman at the foot of your bed and the red crimson color tinting its fur collar. "Is that blood?" You realize the question is foolish before you finish uttering it. Of course, it was blood—this wasn't the first time, but he seemed different. "Is it your blood?"
Reluctantly, Zemo turns to you, a regretful sigh leaving his downward lips. "Alas, as I said, it is nothing—just a scratch."
You try to school your expression as your fingertips brush lightly over his left cheek, which was far more than scratched. He doesn't move, but you notice slight creases around his eyes as he tries not to flinch under your touch.
The deep cut dug across his cheekbone has swollen shut, dried blood scabbed over the opening. You feel the warmth radiating from the wound as your hand hovers there, assessing the injury. "Let me get you something."
He wraps his hands around yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss. His knuckles are deep red, tinting toward purple. His gloves had prevented any cuts or abrasions, but they couldn't stop the bruising. "Please do not trouble yourself, Liebling. I have suffered worse."
"I know, but that doesn't mean you must suffer alone now." You run your free hand gingerly through his hair. "We take care of each other. Always."
He leans into your touch. His eyes close momentarily as a smile crosses his face.
"Now—" You raise your voice confidently and narrow your gaze challengingly at him. "I am going to gather some things. You are going to get out of those clothes, put something more comfortable on, and then sit there while I take care of you."
Zemo's head tilts to the side, and his brow arches, piqued by your tone. A low chuckle slips from his lips, but he does as you've ordered.
"Good boy," you tease before hurrying off to the master bathroom. You grab some antiseptic, antibiotic cream, and cotton pads. You dampen a warm cloth and retrieve a towel.
You're pleased to see that the rest of him is mostly intact. Aside from a bruise forming on the side of his torso, his wounds are minor compared to what you worried could be hiding beneath his clothes. Still, your heart races in your chest, knowing that every time he leaves, you never know what could go wrong or how he might return to you.
Zemo sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you. His posture is more relaxed out of what he considers his uniform. You'd made the mistake of likening it to Captain America's costume once and questioning the practicality of wearing a long coat with a fur collar into battle. Although he assured you it had its pragmatic purpose (unlike the stars and stripes), you couldn't help but think he liked how it looked—and who were you to disagree because he looked damn good.
You stroke the hair away from his face and press a kiss to his forehead, taking a moment to breathe in his familiar scent. You lift the wet cloth over the cut on his cheek, letting it warm the area as you gently clean up the traces of blood that remained. You reach for the antiseptic, pouring some on the cotton round. Even though the wound appears sealed, you can tell it's still fresh enough that it'll sting. You take care not to press too deep, gently letting the wash into the cut.
His eyes close, and a quiet whimper sneaks through his pressed lips.
"My beautiful Baron," you whisper, cradling his jaw. Your thumb strokes tenderly over his beard as you blow over the liquid, easing the burning sensation. Your lips ghost over the area, kissing it softly once the antiseptic has dried. "Better?"
He nods. His soulful eyes meet yours in utter adoration as he looks up at you, "Mein Schatz."
You chew your lower lip, holding back your smile. You dab some antibiotic cream across the wound, hoping it will promote healing and prevent any infections. You tilt his face to make sure you haven't missed anything, checking his neck and shoulders as well. Unfortunately, you can't do much for the bruises settling in. "You need rest."
Zemo wraps his arms around your hips, keeping you close. "I need you."
You curl your finger under his chin and lower your lips to his. You kiss him slowly, guiding him back further onto the bed, shifting your bodies until you have him where you wanted him. "You can have both."
He caresses your cheek, guiding your lips back toward him. His movements are soft and unhurried as he allows his body to relax under the warmth of your care.
You tangle your fingers with his, bringing them between you. Tenderly, you kiss each finger one at a time, your soft lips brushing over his knuckles and every developing bruise. He had suffered enough for one lifetime. Now, he had you, and you would always be there to ease his every pain, as he had always done for you.
Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this latest Zemo fic. This can be read as a one-shot, or as a developing relationship between Zemo and Reader A from my masterlist.
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Is long distant relationship this hard?? ~!
Being 'like this' took a lot of guts do you know that?
It's because you keep on hoping that somehow 'he' can receive you feelings.
Tell me... do you feel it... my precious Min?
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questions that wholockian-fettish asked:
What color do you think best matches your personality?
I suppose it would be purple. Apparently it represents ambition and creativity, which apply to me. Plus, I like purple :P
Name 1 famous person (alive or dead) that you would like to have dinner with.
Well, this is difficult. Though I'd love for it to be David Tennant, a member of Linkin Park, or so many other people, I'd have to go with J.K. Rowling. Her writing is phenomenal, and as an aspiring writer, I would love to ask about her experiences writing. Perhaps some advice and tips would be nice, too.
Do you agree with the quote: “We never really grow up, we just learn how to act in public.”
Well I sure hope this is the case. I hope that I never truly grow up. I would love to forever remain a child at heart. I do know of many adults who still act like children, but at the right time and in the right place. However, there are those who seem to have become rather judgmental and are without a sense of humor. I never want to become one of them.
What are 2 things you are obsessed with at the moment?
Just two? Well, most recently, it has been Doctor Who and the phenomenal acting skills of David Tennant. Both are beyond brilliant.
If you could change 2 things about our world, what would they be?
For one, I would love for people to be less judgmental. There is so much ridiculous crap that happens because people don't give one another a chance. I also think that the right people should get paid the big bucks. Not the athletes and celebrities, not the government official who really do nothing at all, but the heroes. Yes, the athletes and the celebrities may be very talented (occasionally), but there is no reason for the true heroes to not make better money. Money should go to the doctors (though it already goes there), the soldiers, the firemen, the police officers, and everyone else who continually saves lives.
What was the last movie you saw in theater?
I believe it was The Avengers. Needless to say, it was absolutely amazing. And hilarious, actually.
If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
Heck yes. By no means is this meant to sound arrogant (I am far from perfect), but I do think I'm a worthy friend. I'm nice to other people; I tell the truth; I don't do drugs, alcohol, or partying; I am myself. Plus I'm super nerdy and fangirl over awesome things, so why not be my friend? ;D
Would you ever bungee jump or sky dive?
Never in a trillionbillionmillionkadrillionfreakingthousand years. For one, I'm not much of a risk-taker. And two, I would be absolutely terrified and I would throw up in mid-air. Anyone below me would think it's raining vegetable soup.
What was your favorite cereal as a kid?
I think I had a few favorites. It was a tie between Golden Grahams, Corn Flakes with chocolate milk, and Cookie Crisp.
Name 3 cities you would like to visit.
London, England; Madrid, Spain; and whatever awesome city there is in Scotland. I am a bit ignorant about places in Scotland, I just know that it's beautiful. I should do some research...
Questions I am asking:
Who is your favorite actor/actress and why?
What are you most proud of?
What is your biggest long-term goal?
What is the strangest name you've ever heard?
If you could be any fictional character, who would you be and why?
Would you like to know the day you're going to die ahead of time? Why or why not?
Name your idol. What would you say if you had the chance to speak to him/her?
If you had one chance to travel through time, where would you go?
In the case of a zombie apocalypse, what would be your weapon of choice?
Rank the colors of the rainbow from best to worst and explain why.