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

Meant To Be Part 2 (Dark Zemo & Heathers AU)

A/N: I'll write a Zemo one-shot based off of the suggestions later tonight or tomorrow. This is part two of you and HZ. If you know Heathers.... yeah, this isn't going to end pretty. Based off of the above song and I Am Damaged. And I did change the words up so it wasn't just a songfic. 

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNINGS: Blood, guns, violence, bombs, mentally unstable character, obsession, major character death, mentioned fake suicide. 

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 You had to stop him. It didn't matter how, you just had to do it now. You pack your dad's gun into your waistband and head out the door, ignoring your mom as she asks where you're going. There's no time to explain to anyone. You had to stop the monster you'd help create. 

You rush to the school, running through the gym doors. The pep rally was in full force, but Ms. Potts still noticed you. "(Y/N)! Helmut Zemo just told me you had committed suicide!" The shock on her face didn't show a single ounce of relief. 

You huff. "Yeah, he's wrong about a lot of things." 

Ms. Potts looked... almost disappointed. "Oh. Well I put together a tribute for you. Pretty nice for such short notice." The tribute was almost as pathetic as her attempt to show any kind of happiness you were alive. Maybe HZ had a point about the adults. No time for that, though.

"Ms. Potts, what's underneath the gym?" You earned a baffled look. 

"Uhm. The boiler room. Why?" 

You turn to run to the boiler room door, shouting behind you. "No time to talk! I'm a dead girl walking." You ignore the confused and concerned look, sprinting down the hall to the door and down the stairs. 

You hadn't thought any of this through. But it wasn't like you had any time to. Either you do something and die or do nothing and still die. Better to try saving a whole school of people than sit in your room until the psychopath came for you. 

You inch down the stairs, pulling out your gun. "Step away from the bomb." HZ whips around and his eyes go a little wide. He quickly masks his surprise, and grins, creating odd cracks across his tear-stained cheeks. 

"Oh, you mean this? This isn't a bomb, silly. It's what will set of the thermal packs upstairs. Those are bombs." He breathy laugh might have been charming if he wasn't fucking deranged. "The ashes of our school are going to make everyone wake up and see what society has become. The only place Sharons and Darcys can get along is in hell!" 

He flinches as you step closer, never letting the gun down. "I wish your mom had been strong enough to stay." That got his attention. "I wish you dad wasn't such a dick. That adults understood what's going on." He didn't make a move or utter a sound. "I wish that we'd met before you lost hope. That you'd just come with me." 

HZ's face softened for a few seconds, almost like he was considering it. Then the anger in his eyes flared back and he held up the detonator. "I wish I had more TNT!" Just as his thumb went to push the button, you fired your gun. 

You run after him as he heads outside. "HZ! Helmut!" He pushes you away, breathing heavy. The bullet wound is nasty and the trigger pack is taped to his chest. When did he do that?

"Step back, (Y/N). I don't know if this will go off or not." No, no, no- You were supposed to just get him away from the bomb- "I wish I could kiss you one last time. I worship you, you know. I'll gladly trade my life for yours." What the fuck- Everything was happening so fast. You couldn't even remember everything that happened in the boiler room.

"Oh my god." You stare from where you are, not understanding. A week ago you were just a seventeen-year-old joking with your boyfriend about how stupid prom was. Now you were about to witness someone die.

"Once I die... Clean everything up in this town. If anyone can make people understand, it's you." Holy shit. The timer was almost out. 

Tears start streaming down your face. "Wait, hold on-" He shakes his head and gives you a sad smile. That crazed look in his eyes never died, just got a little softer. You weren't sure how to feel about anything right now.

"Our love is god." 

Three... Two... 

"Say hi to God." 

One.

The loud explosion caused everyone inside to come see what was happening. No one could tell what just happened. Just that something exploded and everything smelled like dead animal. 

Two of your friends, if you could call them that, found you sitting on the stairs. Covered in gunpowder and smoking a cigarette. It was Helmut's favorite brand. 

"Where have you been? People were saying you killed yourself." 

"You look like hell." 

You glare up at them, putting out the cigarette as you stand up. No one will understand the trauma you've been through the past two weeks. Especially not the girls who laughed about stuff like this in the papers. 

"I just got back, bitch."