Helmut Zemo One-Shots: Zemo x Reader Because I Know Y'all Are Thirsty AF

Meant To Be (Dark Zemo & Heathers AU)

A/N: I don't know why. I just- I just think of a teen Zemo when I listen to the Heathers soundtrack now. Enjoy Helmut being a little psychopath. And please forgive me for writing him as HZ. It sounds similar to the original name and makes me laugh.

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNINGS: Psychopathy, obsession, abusive relationship, mentions of bombing and arson, mentions of murder, fake suicide. If you've seen Heathers and handled it well you should be good. 

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He didn't understand why you left him. Everything he did was for you. For the both of you, and your future together. Killing Sharon. Loki and Ultron. (Who names their kid Ultron anyways?) All of it was to prove that society fuels sick minds. Sick minds who shouldn't stick around long enough to be in positions of power. 

You didn't understand. But you would. You'd see he was just doing what was right for the greater good. What would make society see.

"Oh (Y/n)~" He chuckled as he put his hands over your eyes. Why were you shaking? It was just him.

"HZ... How did you get in my house..?" Your voice was but a whisper. So quiet and innocent compared to your usual snarky brashness. He wasn't sure which one he preferred more.

"Through the door, silly. Your locks are so easy to pick. Now- You should honestly be dead for leaving me so suddenly like that." The hitch in your breath sent a rush through his veins. "But you're getting a second chance. You wanna know why?"

Tears prickled at your eyes, softly touching his hands. Your voice got hoaser. "Why?"

He finally turned you around, gripping your shoulders tightly. He had the eyes of a mad man. "Because I was meant to be yours." He reaches up to grab your face. "We were meant for each other."

"I'm sorry, HZ. But I can't. Not after those kids-" You hold back a pained noise as he grips harder. He looks furious.

"I did that for you!" He pulls you closer, trying to hold your struggling face against his. "It's that damned school. They've been messing with your head." He forces a too long kiss onto your lips. "But that won't be a problem much longer. I know where my dad keeps his explosives. We can blow that fucking cesspool of society to hell."

He pulls out a paper & slams it on the counter. "I already have the note written up. You can add everyone's signatures. We'll be the last two survivors. The only students who weren't eaten alive by society and their clone machine."

Your eyes widen in fear, but you manage to finally escape his grip. He lets out a deranged laugh as you bolt upstairs. "Oh (y/n)! Where are you going?!"

He pulls out a gun from his back pocket, stalking up the stairs after you. "What are you so afraid of?! It'll just be us after this! Helmut Zemo & (y/n) (l/n)! The two crazy kids who managed to escape this godforsaken town!"

He frowned when he noticed you had closed your door. This wasn't part of the game. "We could run away after all of this. Just like you wanted to when Sharon was after you. I even have a stash of cash I hid from my dad!"

He tried forcing the door open, letting out a noise of frustration. It was fucking locked. "(Y/n)! Open the fucking door!" He took a breath, forcing his voice to be quieter. Gentler. You reacted best when he put honey in his voice.

"(Y/n)... I just want to be with you. And those people are clearly making that difficult. Don't you want to be with me? What happened to those promises we made?"

One more shove to the door and it swung open. He froze for a moment, not believing his eyes. You, his difficult beloved, had been so torn apart inside you...

You hung yourself. You couldn't make a decision, so you grabbed your bedsheets and hung yourself.

When his feet could move again, he went to gently touch your face. "No... No, please- please don't leave me all alone. I- I can't do this by myself..." Tears threatened to escape those dangerous brown eyes. But he held them back. Straightened his back & gave your corpse a blank stare.

"But I will if I have to."

He wasn't sure when he had grabbed the paper again, but he held it tight in his pocket. He heard the front door opening and rushed to the window, slipping out and heading home to tweak his plan. Everyone was going to pay for taking you away from him.

Unbeknownst to the psychotic boy, you were perfectly fine. You unwrapped the bedsheets from you and untied them from your waist, quickly taking them down before your parents could see. You knew what you had to do now, despite the tightness in your chest.

You had to stop him. At all cost.

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