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[gremlin-girly]

In Vino Veritas

Part of @flufftober 2025 | Prompt 3: In Vino Veritas

Pairing: Zemo x f!reader (specifically Vrăjiatore but can be stand alone)

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Tags/warnings: fluff (duh), drunken love confessions, established (secret) relationship, drinking alcohol

Summary: After being apart for a while, your boyfriend surprises you with a home cooked three-course meal and wine - and you suprise him with three little words.

Word count: ~600

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"Vrajiatore, my darling, are you alright?"

You slowly blink up at Zemo, wine swishing in your glass as your entire body opts to follow your line of sight too. Your boyfriend - your wonderfully romantic fugitive boyfriend - had surprised you with a romantic night in. He'd let himself into your house (which should've been a red flag had he not been him) prepared dinner and brought Sokovian red wine (your downfall).

The food was wonderful. Candlelit dinner by the coffee table, sat upon your sofa cushions, had never been so romantic. But after one glass of Sokovian wine - perhaps drank too quickly as you gazed over at your boyfriend - had left you feeling lightheaded and, frankly, melted.

"Better than okay." You nod harder than you intend and it hurts your neck. "You're here with me."

A charming grin breaks across Zemo's features and you feel your heart skip, beaming stupidly back at him. He looked more like a prince than a baron. Zemo moves slowly over to you, dropping to his knees so he can easily cup your warm cheek.

"Only for the weekend, unfortunately." He murmurs. A thumb grazes the apple of your cheek and you hum happily, leaning further into his touch.

"That's three days." You sigh wistfully. "Threee whollllee days."

Zemo's eyes twinkle as he tries to maintain his composure but a soft smile still creeps along his face; you know he wants to laugh but is being a gentleman, as always. Oh, and how you loved it. How you loved him.

Warmth spreads from your heart outwards and you can feel your cheeks glow as you look up at him and stifle a giggle of your own.

"What is it, Vrăjiatore?" Zemo asks gently, fully smiling now. "Have you perhaps drank too much?"

"Gentleman burglar." You say teasingly and watch his eyebrows raise curiously. "Y'stole my heart and act none the wiser."

You sigh dramatically, falling back against the couch with the back of your hand against your head too quickly, and Zemo rushes forward to stop you from hitting your head too hard. You giggle harder in response as you look up at him.

"If I had known you were a lightweight, I wouldn't have bought expensive wine." Zemo jokes.

"You would have." You say, booping his nose. "You like spoiling me too much."

"Hrm. That is true." Zemo concedes playfully. "But now I worry that our three days will be marred by a hangover."

"Pssht. I don't get hangovers." You slur your words slightly and Zemo snorts at you handing you his glass of water.

"I believe you but drink this and then I'll put you to bed." He kisses your temple, watching you sip at the glass.

"But what about-"

"I can clear away the dishes tonight." He insists and you continue to drink as instructed.

Once you're finished, your boyfriend helps you to your feet and helps walk you to your bedroom, rid yourself of your nicer clothes and into your pyjamas before tucking you in. You sigh dreamily up at your prince charming with a dumb, drunken smile as he kisses your forehead.

"I won't be long draga," he tells you. "I'll just clear up and then join you."

You hum and nod before yawning tiredly. "Okay. I love you. See you in a bit."

Your eyes flutter closed, your last sentence stuttered with tired pauses. Meanwhile Zemo just stands staring at you in disbelief.

"I...love you too, Vrajiatore." The moment the words leave his mouth, his whole body feels lighter and he watches in amusement as your half asleep face smiles dreamily.

"Knew it."

END

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[chainuuser]

Sokovians who were fucked over in 2015 and lived to make the world regret it

[munsons-maiden]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 (𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)  - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝:

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏   -   𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐   -   𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  (𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)  - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝:

𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)   -   𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞

London, 1813. There is new evidence that Hydra - the secret organization  that murdered your family - has taken root in Sokovia, under the reign  of Baron Helmut Zemo and his court. The ball season has begun, Baron  Zemo is visiting London to strengthen diplomatic relationships and gain  new allies, and Sokovia is still lacking a Baroness. You, warden of Tony  Stark, are the last chance to end Hydra without risking a war and find  out if Baron Zemo is really involved in Hydra’s schemes. So, there’s  only one thing left for you to do: woo the Baron, gain his hand in  marriage, become his Baroness - and bring Hydra and the Sokovian court  to its knees.

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝’𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 (𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

You’re on a mission with Zemo to seek out Dr. Nagel in Madripoor - and something goes horribly wrong, leaving you to make a decision you don’t find as difficult to make as you probably should…  

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 (𝐮𝐧-)𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 (𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

You’re stuck in a boring online lecture via Zoom, and Zemo decides to take matters into his own capable hands to make it a little more exciting for you.

𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭,  𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

You’re going through a depressive episode, but Zemo is there to catch your fall.

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 + 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

You’re experiencing a panic attack and find solace in the most unexpected places - and people.

[pondering-and-wondering]

Having a bad day and Zemo or Laszlo remind of you how loved and good you are 🥺 ~ 🐰

Of Course you can my love! I went with Zemo for this, I hope you like it!!!

“It is okay, I am here to make it all better” Zemo whispered to you quietly.

You had just had one of the most draining days of your life. The worst part of your job was dealing with the public and they had been exceptionally cruel to you today, berating you over things you couldn’t control. That, and the fact that you were given no tips just tossed you over the edge.

If it wasn’t for the fact that you were so passionate about your work you would have taken up Helmut’s offer to live off his wealth, and it was days like this you regretted not taking him up on it. As soon as you had gotten home you took your place in his lap and just sobbed.

“ My darling, you know what they say to you is untrue” he said to you, his voice low and gentle. “You’re incredibly smart and capable, not just anyone gets to marry into aristocracy” he teases and tickles your cheek, giving it a soft kiss.

“And even in the terrible world where anyone would defy our marriage, I would leave everything for you. You are my purpose in life draga.”

He pulled you closer onto his lap, petting your hair softly. You sniffled and rubbed your nose. “ I love you so much.”

“I love you too my darling, never forget that.”

[transmascgendereuphoria]

Zemo gives me gender euphoria. Holy shit when he gets handcuffed to the pipe? Hello? And any time he talks to Sam and Bucky? Ummm. And him singing bah bah black sheep??? SO GENDER. Much euphoria.

By the way, I did have a good few weeks where I desperately tried to convince my friends I look like Zemo. Like the self deprecating sheeple they are, they put up with me. I love those self deprecating sheeple. :)

[gremlin-girly]

The Orchid Offering

Pairing: Zemo x f!reader

Additional characters: Natasha

Dividers by me, made in canva pro. Credit to the OG artists for the art :)

This can be read as stand alone but sits as part 3 of the Vrăjitore AU 💜 I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Tags/warnings: Fluff, secret relationship

Summary: Zemo sends you a gift.

Word count: 882

Vrăjitore = Enchantress (witch)

A/N: I was peacefully listening to music in bed last night when a spider crawled on my face and another (bigger) one was not 2 feet away from me. Suffice to say I have not slept very well so apologies for any mistakes lol.

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"That's a pretty orchid."

Natasha eyes the plant, gently caressing the purple flowers with her pointer finger. It was yet another gift from Zemo and, while you couldn't tell her that, pride swelled in your chest.

"Thanks." You desperately want to add 'my boyfriend got it for me'; but that would lead to an interrogation, the inevitable revelation and the horrid reaction from all of your friends. Instead, you opt to continue making her coffee, letting her scan your apartment and hope she doesn't catch on to an invisible trace of your boyfriend.

"I didn't know you liked them." She comments moving away from the orchid and collapsing onto your sofa with a sigh.

"Oh, I - um..." You swallow thickly. You hadn't realised either. You'd never paid them much thought since they were usually expensive and required more care than most houseplants. However, Zemo's gift had come prepared already; complete with a small manual and orchid feed so you didn't have to worry too much about what to do with it.

"Neither did I, it was on offer." You lie, kicking yourself as you feel Nat's eyes narrow at the back of your head.

"You're a terrible liar." She says and when you turn to her with two steaming mugs of coffee you see she's smiling. "So, who's the lucky guy?"

You end up spilling your guts to Natasha about your mystery boyfriend, making her promise not to dig deeper.

"We've... kinda just started seeing eachother." You confess, hiding your nervous smile behind your mug. "Everything's a bit... fresh."

"Is it serious?" Natasha asks sipping her coffee.

"I hope so." You sigh cradling your mug in your hands. "I don't need you or the guys scaring him off, though."

Natasha laughs. "Not unless he deserves it."

You crack a smile at your friend. "Of course not."

"Well, so long as he's good to you - I won't bite." Natasha shrugs and then smirks at you. "But I do want all the gory details."

You can't help the relief that washes over you and the joy about finally being able to share some of your experiences with Zemo as a boyfriend to one of your friends is incomparable. You'd spent weeks wanting to blurt something about your boyfriend, to share the romantic gestures and lavish gifts he seemed to love bestowing on you, but were too afraid of someone finding out who your boyfriend was.

Your joy is infectious and Natasha is soon excitedly animated as you gush about your mystery boyfriend to her.

You grin sheepishly. "He actually got me the orchid. It came last week."

"Wow," she blinks. "You've hit the jackpot."

"Thanks, I hope so." Then you sigh. "I do worry that the romance will... go. If he gets bored."

Natasha looks thoughtful for a moment before responding. "I guess and I'd be careful. But he seems to be head over heels for you; and I don't blame him!"

"Vrăjitore," Zemo's silken voice carries through your phone speakers and you shiver when he calls you by your pet name. "How was your day?"

"Good," you nod to your living room, nursing a tea this time. Natasha had long since departed and now that you were alone, you could enjoy your weekly phone call with your boyfriend. Being a wanted criminal had its downsides - like changing his number every so often. "I caught up with Nat today."

"Oh?" There's a hint of surprise to his tone but its still level.

You swallow awkwardly. "She likes the orchid you gave me."

"Ah. Do you like it, Vrăjitore?"

"I love it." You murmur quietly, eyes flickering to the plant. Something stirs in your chest that you dare not name, and quickly continue speaking. "I told her about you too - not by name or anything. Just -"

You stop yourself from blabbering with a nervous laugh. "Just that you're, um, you know..."

"Your boyfriend?" Zemo offers helpfully and you can hear his smile through the phone. You can see it, the smug smile of satisfaction knowing he's got you blushing like a teenager from hundreds of miles away.

"Yeah." You say a little breathlessly. "My boyfriend."

It sounds silly to say out loud; bordering on childish. However, the word makes you feel giddy and you want nothing more than to fall to your couch and cup your face and kick your feet.

"At least you have someone to talk to about me," he adds. "Even if it's not about me."

"Very true." You bite your lip thoughtfully. "Anyways, tell me about your day. What happened?"

Zemo gives detail to some of the more mundane things he did, like reading, and some throw away lines about legal and business related work. Although he doesn't go into detail about the latter, you know its probably better that you don't know what he was actually up to. You'd be in enough trouble if your friends or the government found out about your relationship but without knowing knowing entirely what was going on you could sweetly feign ignorance. Not that you wanted to lie to your friends about this.

But that was another downside of fugitive boyfriends. The upside being you were swept off your feet by a charming gentleman who had another surprise incoming sooner than you expected.

END

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Day 8: Sparkling Snow

Pairing: Zemo x f!reader (MCU)

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF, established (secret) relationship, suggestive themes, just lovey-doveyness, pet names (Vrajiatore), Zemo is a gentleman

Summary: You tell your friends that you're headed to Germany for the holidays as a treat to yourself. Little do they know that you're off to see your favourite Sokovian Baron.

word count: 1.8k

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied or reposted or put through an AI machine.

A/N: This is a direct follow on from Flufftober 17 🥰 I kinda love these two... maybe we need another part? 👀 There is a second part that will be linked in an author's note under the cut. Sorry this is late, some unexpected plans popped up yesterday so I couldn't finish editing all of the fics - Love, Grem x

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

Translations: Vrajiatore (meaning witch/enchantress)

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When anyone asked your plans for the holidays, inviting you to after-work drinks or their holiday meals in December you had politely declined, saying you had booked yourself a holiday to Germany to see the sights and Christmas Markets.

Everyone seemed pleased with this answer, although you felt guilty for feeding them half truths. They wouldn't really get it and, in fact, may even try and stop you. But then again, when does ' I'm visiting my ex-terrorist, rich Sokovian boyfriend' ever really roll off the tongue?

Zemo had been the one to organise your trip. With the dust finally settled and him in one location, he desperately wanted to see you again; which of course meant sending your one-way first-class ticket to Germany to you via post attached to one of his letters.

At first, you wanted to say no. The trouble it would cause if Sam and Bucky found out. Finding the time to take off work and come up with a suitable lie for your friends and family as to why you wouldn't be around for the holidays making anxiety bubble in your stomach. But the moment you held the tickets between your fingers, you knew you had to see him again.

The tickets were for an open return; Zemo had said in his letter he didn't want you to feel like he was keeping you hostage and that, should you choose to come there was a bed waiting for you, and the moment you wanted to head home you could.

With the only firm date being the outbound flight, you realised that you would have plenty of time to explore and plenty of time to spend with the Baron and you weren't sure which made your heart skip more.

You confirmed your flight before writing back.

It shouldn't have surprised you that you flew first class. Or that Zemo had pre-ordered champagne for your flight. What was surprising, however, was being greeted by a chauffeur.

"Madam L/N," The old man had grinned at you on your approach, setting aside a very pristine piece of A4 paper with your name scrawled on. "The baron sends his regards. He unfortunately cannot enter because -"

You hold up a hand with a soft smile. "No need to explain. I know."

The old man continued to smile as he took your bags, despite arguing you could carry your own, and led you to the car. On the drive to Zemo's family home, you find out the man's name is Oeznik and he has served the Zemo family all his life, having helped raise Helmut (your Zemo) as a baby. You hoped it had been the jet lag when you felt your head swim; first-class and chauffers were already leagues from your day-to-day living but butlers?

The air was crisp when the car finally pulled into a long drive way, the peak of a mansion barely visible over the trees. You scooted forward on the leather car seat, awe-struck at the giant home before you.

"This manor has been in the family for generations," Oeznik says, sounding as awe-struck as you felt, as if he were seeing the house for the first time too. "Helmut grew up here, though it has just been myself and Ms. Anstrom - the head maid - who have been living here until recently."

"Riiiiight." You say quietly, your breath condensing against the window. As soon as you begin to think that this was a terrible idea, that Bucky and Sam should rightly drag you back home for, you see him.

The car is all but parked when your door is flung open and Helmut Zemo stands before you. The excitement radiating from him is palpable and infectious; you're already unbuckling your seatbelt and beaming up at him.

"Vrăjitore," Zemo greeted politely, trying to contain his excitement behind a soft smile. Even though it had been months since you last saw him in person, he hadn't changed much. Clean shaven, soft chestnut hair that was only a little bit longer and those ridiculously enchanting brown eyes that still glimmered when he looked at you. The scent of his cologne travelled to gently caress your nostrils and you felt like a cartoon character floating after the smell of a pie placed precariously on a windowsill.

He offers you a hand, helping you out of the car as Oeznik goes to grab your suitcase and travel bag from the trunk. Zemo raises your hands to lips and placed sweet whispers of kisses against your knuckles that made your heart swoon.

"I trust you had a good flight, yes?"

Your answer was to pull him in close into a tight hug, relishing the scent of him, relishing him entirely. Letters didn't come close to having the real thing before you.

"Yes," you say into his coat, grinning when you felt his arms encase you to him. "I can't believe you had champagne served to me on the flight."

"The least I could do." He chuckles lightly. "You can't fly first class without it."

"I've not been here a day and you're already spoiling me." You peek up from where you're hidden against his chest and grin. "You're setting and awfully dangerous precedent."

Helmut cups your cheeks and places a quick kiss to your lips, opting not to answer your tease. "I'll show you around the house first so you can get acquainted with your surroundings. Then we can eat if you're hungry?"

Nodding your head, you follow Zemo up the stone steps and through the large oak doors, waving a quick goodbye to Oeznik.

The manor is exactly as you'd imagined it to be. The velvet carpets can't find the fact they are worn in some places, nor the cold air that seeps through the wooden flooring that has that dusty old house smell. The windows are thin and creak at every meager breath of wind and you feel a little idiotic for thinking two older people could easily run the upkeep of the estate. However, there is still a charm to the old house. The parts that were more lived in, like the kitchen and living room were pristine.

No cobwebs excepts for the chandeliers, no dust bunnies buried in the corners, and even the big beast of a portrait of Zemo's great grandfather above the fireplace looked like it had just walked out of a gallery.

When you finally climb the long staircase upstairs, munching the cookie Ms. Anstrom thrust into your hands when you visited the kitchen, you have to pause. Downstairs may have been a little worse for wear but the upstairs... you felt like you had just waltzed onto the set of Bridgerton.

You walk down a never ending hallway, Zemo showing you the gorgeous large bathroom, drawing room and one of several guest rooms before stopping at the final one at the end of the hallway.

"This will be your room." He gestures you in first and like the other guest rooms it's huge. Big bay windows show the frosted Christmas Card-esque grounds outside. Unlike the other rooms, however, your bed has soft, silken fitted sheets that you'd dread to guess the price of. As you walk the floors creak slightly but when you take a quick inhale there's no musty smell; it actually smells like a mixture of lavender and vanilla.

"Wow." You say trying to take it all in, doing a short 360-twirl in the centre of the room. "It's..."

But then, you blink at him. Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous of you to think you'd be sleeping in the same bed together; after all, this was technically the second time you'd seen eachother. You could feel a blush rising as you clear your throat.

"If it's not to your liking then there are several others to choose from as you've seen." Helmut adds, watching you with a smile. "I can ask Ms. Anstrom to move the bed sheets if-"

"No! - no. This is... great." You blurt quickly and give him a sheepish smile. "It's perfect, really."

His gentlemanly behaviour never ceased to amaze (and woo) you. Perhaps it would be better take everything one small step at a time.

"Excellent." Zemo offers you his hand and a kind smile makes his cheeks dimple. "My room is just across the hall so I won't be far. Now, I believe you've been dragged around enough, food should be served shortly."

Dinner came and went; the vibrant, warm chatter between yourself and Helmut was added to by Oeznik and Ms. Anstrom; who very kindly shared stories and pictures of Helmut as a child and a very grumpy teenager. You never thought you'd see Zemo look so embarassed, his dimpled cheeks glowing as his sweet, doe eyes gave you an almost apologetic look.

After yawning a third time, Ms.Anstrom insisted you head to bed and chided both the men for keeping you up so late.

"They're excited to have someone new around." Zemo commented, walking you to your room. "I think they are bored of me."

You chuckle and give him a playful nudge. "They're lovely. And I hope you aren't jealous from the lack of attention."

"Of you? Never."

You snort and shake your head, pushing open your bedroom door slightly and you turn back to him. "I guess this is good night?"

"Goodnight Vrăjitore," he says, leaning forward to give you a gentle kiss. "I'm glad to have you here with me. You know where I am if you need anything."

He moves away slowly, almost resistant to go, and moves across the hall to his room. You watch him go, giving him a small wave as his door closes and you retreat into your room.

You don't know how long you'd be able to resist his gentlemanly charm. Resist him. But as you crawl under your covers you begin to smile to yourself as the memories of the day take root and wonder what the rest of your holiday has in store for you.

The snow glittered along the grounds, coating everything like powdered sugar. Your eyes were alight with childish whimsy but you still shivered as a gust of icy wind howled against the window. You were so lost in your own mesmiration that you didn't hear Zemo behind you, wrapping warm arms around your waist and resting his chin onto your shoulder.

"Vrăjitore," He murmurs to your ear. "Why are you awake so early? Come back to bed."

You rest your head against his, chuckling softly as you watch a dusting of snow blow across the icy plane outside. It was tempting. He was tempting. He was still deliciously warm and toasty, the hair on your arms prickling when his hands brushed down them and he pecked your cheek.

Your eyes catch his in the reflection of the window. Zemo's brown eyes are still heavy with sleep, his hair softly tousled and styled by the silk pillows, but he still manages the effortlessly loving gaze that you are helpless to fight against.

"Fine." You sigh, taking one last look at the sparkling snow before turning your head to him and cupping his warm cheek in your hand. "Let's go back to bed."