winterbaron missed scene fic. Zemo POV first person, G, no plot just fluff (and probably ooc). my first full fic in english, also first time writing actual dialogues, not βreaded so I apologize for any mistakes (and I'll be grateful for remarks)
Zemo wants to say sorry to Bucky before Dora Milaje takes him to prison but it goes not quite as planned.
'To hell with it' I think and stop. "Stop, please." They immediately point their spears at me, all fight ready. But they do stop.
"I apologize" I raise my hands and observe for a second. They won't attack first.
I turn around and look at you, your face.. so sad and worried. I find your eyes and I'm horrified how I could be so blind. Only now I understand your true power. There was no one like Rogers but there is also no one like you. Your strength amazes me. Despite all your history of war and torture, you are still you, carrying this burden, but it seems like it makes you even stronger.
You look at me and rush forward. Do you want to fight me? No.. You stop in front of me, eyes searching my face. I try to keep it calm. I have a name after all, and I must say something to you.
"James" I lower my hands slowly and suddenly you do something crazy. You catch my palms in your hands and I finally collapse.
To hell with my name. It means nothing today. All my people are gone, country ruined and ceased to exit. I have nothing but my vengeance and money. And still it means nothing too. I no longer understand what exactly I'm trying to achieve. It all blurs. But I am still me. It's just so hard to be that vulnerable. Under layers of military training, well-tailored clothes and all the blood I am me.
I feel like it happened yesterday. It's my thirteenth birthday, I stand in the field of purple flowers. We are on a family vacation in France. Soft wind passes through my hair, the smell of lavender wraps me like a blanket. And I feel love. True and painful love to life. I feel it now as tears escape my eyes. To hell with all games.
I look at your beautiful face, still sad but so soft and then you crash into me, wrapping arms around my shoulders. You don't even need words, you feel everything, how I tremble and then lean to you, crying on your shoulder, hugging you in return.
"Forgive me, J-j please.." I hear myself mutter
"Shh" your hands grasp at the thick material of my coat "I forgave you long ago, don't make me say it out loud" you say firmly.
Do you really mean it? It's so hard to believe, after all I've done to you. Tears won't stop but I feel comfortable in your arms, as if time has stopped just for us.
"But I need it, James" I whisper
"Okay" you breathe out and lean back. You place your hands on the fur collar, right above the back of my neck, your fingers immediately start playing with it. And your glance.. Oh, you look at me like you care, it's like something fills your eyes, something that you haven't given a way out for a long time. You speak
"I forgive you, Zemo, for what you did. To me, specifically. I understand what it's like when you want to avenge someone. And sometimes it must be done, but you must not let it take control over you. I feel like you already know how to judge your deeds and I'm pretty sure you regret.. some of it" you smile slightly and continue "it may sound stupid but violence produces violence. And I don't want us to be a part of it anymore. I forgave you, and hope you'll forgive yourself" Before I can react you hug me again, tighter this time and speak quietly right in my ear "I don't want you to die, Helmut. Please, don't die. Sorry for pointing this gun at you."
My mind hazes, I feel your arms, different, but both perfect. You break me just like that, I'm wrecked and sobbing into your chest. You don't want me to die. How cruel and freeing. You are the only one who can do this to me, expel me from the land of half-dead.
But it's hard. My life is ruined. I need to go through debris again, searching for something to steady myself. But for you.. I think I'm ready. I want to be ready, to struggle and survive no matter what. I manage to stop weeping, it's time to collect myself.
I'm still me, and you are still you. And we stand wrapped in each other's arms surrounded by the best warriors in the world. It flashes me how brave you are. You know they can defeat you in a couple of seconds. But still you are here, catching my blood stained hands, comforting an international criminal. And I am going to prison. It's not very hard to escape, but I need some time to regroup myself. I am so grateful to you, it feels like something heavy, grounding, something that I needed for a long time. I break the embrace to look into your eyes and speak to you
"Thank you, James, for wishing this to us. I admired your strength for a long time" I run my hand down your left arm and it vibrates as if with static electricity. Do I read this right? I continue "You are incredible..." You frown in an attempt to hide your upcoming tears and something turns over inside of me "... But most of all I admire your inner power and how you learn to take control of your life. I'm sorry again, for ignoring that. And something else, I think you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You deserve to be happy, James." With my left hand I boldly touch your chest right above the heart. Alive and hot. I melt at the realization that you let me. I whisper "Thank you for showing me this, for your kindness and embrace."
You sharply inhale twice and finally river floods, tears start rolling out of your eyes. You breathe out my name and pull me into your arms. We just can't escape each other's magnetic fields. Now it's my turn to give comfort while you cry in the crook of my neck. I run my fingers through your hair, I like that you're experimenting with your style and I wish I could take off the gloves to really feel the softness. Your teeth clench from crying "Shit, Zemo, I feel like I have so much to tell you" you hiss in my ear. It's beyond my control, heart skips a couple of beats. You definitely feel it, because you pull back a little and run your head slowly, tenderly over my neck, ear, temple and stop on my forehead. I can't breathe and can't take my eyes off you. I need to feel this warmth to survive what's coming.
"I want to come back after it all settles down. And if I have an opportunity" I confess quietly so only you can hear me "We still have a lot of enemies, Earth intersected with different fronts"
And you smile wide, through tears. It's like you unfold in front of me, your inner light covers my heart and makes me say something stupidly romantic "You are the gold for my broken shards, dear James"
You stop smiling and I see like in slow motion how your face changes, lips part a little, pupils dilate.
"Oh my god, Zemo" you whisper "come back to me, please..." and we both can't help it to move our bodies closer to each other, I touch your waist with my hands tucked under your coat and you like it, I can tell "...so we don't have company" you briefly side-eye Dora warriors "and so I can finally hug you properly" It's so unexpected and hot, my face heats up but I still look in your eyes.
"What are you doing to me, James?" I smile "making me blush like a girl"
"Say it" you shake me just slightly "say you will come back"
"I will come back, James" and I believe it, I know I can do it.
"Okay" you breathe out and quickly kiss my forehead with your perfect lips "I will wait for you, Helmut."
My name.. like my life it's no longer only mine, and I like it.
We slowly distance ourselves from each other, fingers intertwined. Dora Milaje no longer stand in battle poses. They wait patiently, processing the sight, I bet. But I see how they start losing their patience, you can feel it too.
"Good bye, James" I nod and this time you answer me
"Bye, Zemo. I will write to you." you squeeze my hands and I mirror the gesture before stepping back, without breaking eye contact.
"I'm ready"
Your eyes never leave me while they take me to the helicopter. I look at you once more from my seat. You're my savior.
I will regain my strength, then I'll find you and we'll be able to embrace each other the right way.
A little something for the holidays, and also my 60th fic for this pairing! 🎇🎄🔔
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Helmut Zemo
Summary:
Bucky doesn’t know why Zemo decided to wear a fucking bell under his clothes, but the soft chime is driving him insane.
Rating: Explicit
Link on Ao3: Jingle Bells (Fuck Me All the Way)
Tags: Nebulous Zemo Parole Universe, Helmut Zemo’s Bathrobe, The Even Sluttier One That Wasn’t in the Show, Piercings, Hidden Body Decoration, Masturbation, Bucky's Fun Idea of Revenge, Zemo’s Tiny Hole, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, RIP the Christmas Tree, Humor and Smut, Winterbaron Holidays 2023
Bucky knows that he isn’t worth much. At least, his body has some value for men with deep pockets and violent fantasies.
One night, he comes across a man unlike any other. That man is the nicest client Bucky has ever had.
He’s also the one person who makes Bucky wonder if he’s worth anything at all.
Rating: Explicit
Link on Ao3: The Worth of Monsters
Tags: Alternate Universe - Prostitution, Great Depression, Prostitute Bucky Barnes, 18-Year-Old Bucky Barnes, Age Difference, Self-Esteem Issues, The Complex Art of Caring, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Rape Loop, Misunderstandings, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Somnophilia, Accidental Somnophilia, Rimming, Bucky is a Mess, Zemo Is a Mess, Two Messes for the Price of One, Hopeful Ending, Dark and Sad, Kinktober 2023
Here's my fill for Zeemstember Day 25: Snowed In ❄️🐹
Thank you to @zsparz for putting together this fun event!
Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside (but it's heating up in here)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo (as a hamster)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3k
Tags: Hamster Zemo, Nebulous Zemo Parole Universe, convenient plot-driving hydra tech, crack treated seriously, snowed in, cuddling for warmth, PWP, bestiality, yes Bucky fucks the hamster, oral sex, frottage, facials, size kink
Summary:
Zemo is much more susceptible to the cold now that he’s a hamster, so when they find themselves snowed in, it’s Bucky’s job to keep him warm. Luckily for him, Zemo seems intent on repaying the favour.
Mirror, Mirror on the Ceiling (Who's the Greediest of Them All?)
Sooo it's been a couple of months, but I'm back with a new Winterbaron fic - a gift for the lovely @fleshtonyart, who is such a good friend and a fabulous artist 💖
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Helmut Zemo
Summary:
Years ago, Zemo turned himself into the main attraction of an orgy just to kill a man. He’s no stranger to performing under uncomfortable circumstances, and even in his mid-forties, he still boasts impressive stamina.
Forcing himself on someone he likes is very different.
Alternatively: Bucky gets hit by sex pollen, and Zemo does what must be done.
Rating: Explicit
Link on Ao3: Mirror, Mirror on the Ceiling (Who's the Greediest of Them All?)
Tags: Canon divergence - Post The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Hunting Down Hydra Together, POV Helmut Zemo, Fuck Or Die, Sex Pollen, Dubious Consent,Spit As Lube, Come as Lube, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Somnophilia, Accidental Somnophilia, Bucky’s Tiny Hole, Super Soldier Serum's Side Effects, One Literal Mask and A Plethora of Symbolic Ones, Confused Feelings, Life-Threatening Head Wound, Wound Care, Angst and Smut
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Third Time's the Charm by Illicien (Foxglove_Fiction)
Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Explicit
Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
M/M
Work in Progress
Tags
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo
James "Bucky" Barnes
Helmut Zemo
Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
Heats and Ruts
Breeding Kink
No mpreg
Omega Helmut Zemo
Alpha Bucky Barnes
Protective Bucky Barnes
medication withdrawal
Dirty Talking Bucky Barnes
Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary
When an absence of Zemo for their infiltration missions results in injuries, Bucky puts his foot down and makes it clear that they do actually need his help and whatever's keeping the man locked up in the RAFT needs to be dealt with.
Of course, that means it's time for him to make some serious changes, and figure out how to explain his feelings - and what they are to begin with.
The first time Bucky hits Zemo, he only means to knock some sense back into that self-sacrificing asshole.
He never expected one slap to take them someplace so complicated.
Rating: Explicit
Link on Ao3: Slap Me (Until the End of Time)
Tags: Canon divergence - Post The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Hunting Down Hydra Together, Main Character Death – Temporary, First Kisses, Time Travel, Time Travel With a Side of Time Loop, Face Slapping, A Lot of Slapping, POV Bucky Barnes, Explicit Sexual Content, Crack Treated Seriously
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Pairing: Helmut Zemo / Bucky Barnes
Summary: Bucky finds himself once again in the mindset of an obedient soldier. Zemo uses that to his advantage to give Bucky what he needs. Scrub a dub dub, Asset in a tub.
Tags: Dubious consent, Sam Wilson is so done, Bath Sex, Facial Shaving,
