#heinrich tag

[ex0rin]

Oh god, I can't decide if I'm more intrigued by 'Heinrich, WinterBaron' or 'Nagel/Zemo', so whichever one of those you feel more like talking about

Hello my love 😘

I knew in my heart you would be the one to ask about these two haha - the Nagel one was something you and Eve and I all talked about for a while in the FCCU where Sam and Bucky send Zemo undercover for more info about the serum and watch as Nagel doses Zemo's drink, tell him and have Zemo be like: it's cool, just follow wherever he takes my body 😅 Something something non con and sex pollen. I never got very far with it, but it was always going to be for you.

And the Heinrich one! This one I can give more of at least. A sequel to And One For the Little Boy with a super great title tbh, kinda sad it'll probably never see more use than this ask -

I'm giving you all 800 words because I don't actually think I'll manage anything for you for your birthday this year (and it kinda breaks my heart, I swear I tried 😭) and you deserve something you'll actually enjoy:

Set Before the King Heinrich/Helmut

Zemo shoulders his duffel bag and steps out from the giant sliding metal doors of the Hydra Preparatory Academy in the American Appalachian Mountains - he keeps his eyes on his scuffed up boots and counts the steps to the small private jet that awaits him across the walkway. 

He’s been enrolled in the Academy for a single season, the winter one, and has little to show for it aside from the aches deep in his bones and the bruising around his jaw and joints; word had travelled too-quick from the Hydra Installation to the Academy - his peers spreading a mix of truth and lies about his encounter with The Winter Soldier. 

They have not been kind. 

Zemo stops, his breath catching in his throat when he sees the immaculately clean and polished leather of tightly laced dress shoes; he lifts his gaze slowly and straightens out his shoulders, he tilts his chin up and presses his mouth into a firm line - he was not expecting to be greeted by his father. 

Heinrich stands tall, his arms folded tightly over his chest; he no longer towers over Zemo in height, but his very presence still makes Zemo feel like he’s back to being that small little boy with bare, sun kissed knees. 

Zemo’s father is dressed from toe to collar in black - his jacket is balanced over his shoulders, giving off the appearance of a cape; he cuts a striking figure with the early sunrise peaking just over the mountain range. 

Heinrich is frowning and Zemo swallows down the fear and panic that rises like bile at the back of his throat; he waits, watching his father look over his appearance - Zemo’s hands shake and he balls them into tight fists at his side. 

Zemo winces, remembering how he had thrown on his wrinkled uniform this morning; he’d left his shirt loose and untucked and his pants folded up over the loosely laced up boots he’d slipped on without thinking - Oeznik had been meant to meet him, he should have had time to redress before seeing his father again. 

Heinrich tsks, his lips pursing at the corner, his nose twitches like he’s just seen or smelled something foul and he turns without a word, climbing up the folded out stairs to board their private plane - Zemo hesitates, looking tentatively back to the doors of the Academy.

He hears the sharp snap of his father’s fingers and he follows, wordlessly. 

They sit across from each other inside and Zemo tries not to squirm under his father’s constant and calculating gaze; he sits up straight the entire time, his back never touching the soft leather of the chair behind him.

The silence feels deafening. 

It’s over five hours into the flight before his father speaks. 

“Did you think that I would not hear about your time away.” Heinrich says - his voice is low and even, just loud enough that it makes Zemo flinch; Zemo knows that it’s not a question, not really. 

There could never be a right answer. 

Zemo stays silent.

His lips are dry and his mouth feels sticky and parched, he’s been too scared to make a sound, even if it had been only to ask for water; the aches in his body feel more pronounced after being still in the same position for multiple hours and he can feel the static of his legs having fallen asleep hours ago - he curls his toes inside his boots and exhales slowly through his nose at the pin-pricks that radiate up along his calves. 

“Every single thing you do comes back to me.” 

“I’m-” Zemo starts; he winces at how cracked his voice sounds - he carefully licks his lips and swallows around nothing before trying again, “I am sorry, father.” 

“Are you?” Heinrich asks - he leans forward in his seat, shortening the distance between them; he raises an eyebrow and tilts his head slightly to the side, “Have you heard the things they say?” 

His father reaches across the space and curls his fingers around Zemo’s chin, digging his fingertips into the skin - he runs his nails through the short, spiky hairs that now pepper along Zemo’s jawline and his frown deepens making lines of displeasure appear on his forehead. 

“Yes sir.” Zemo breathes out - he can feel tears building up under his eyes and struggles to blink them away; he presses his lips into a firm line when a single drop slides down the side of his face, carving a wet line down along his cheek to touch his father’s fingers. 

Heinrich scoffs and pulls his hand away, jerking Zemo’s head to the side as he does so; he leans back in his chair and looks away from Zemo, staring out the window with a scowl.  

“You are such an embarrassment to me.” he says.

(I love you so much Shan ❤️)

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

“You have a touch of destiny about you,” Tia Dalma says the second she lays eyes on Will, who is outlined in her tentacle-patterned doorframe

[croissant-enthusiast]

Drew the women again!!

Ich kann nicht aufhören, über diese Szene nachzudenken!! Esthers erste Frage ist, wo Pia ist? Might as well be „Was hast du gerade an?“ aber in a caring and loving way, I can’t!! Und während sie selbst aussieht wie ein Engel, von der Sonne angestrahlt, und Pia ein bisschen wie ein gerupftes Huhn, weil sie gerade aufgewacht ist. Girlfriends.

[krowfaced]

Ah, redraw of my all-time fav manga of my all-time fav characters!

[brandybradyrandyandyndy]

German Billford

[beesgav]

idea that's been itching my brain for a bit: Hilda being the one to survive the crash and becoming 004

more thoughts below the cut:

I'm assuming this has been done before, but I haven't seen anyone else's take on it, so please forgive any similarities to others' work.

She was definitely teetering on the edge of a breakdown after waking up and being thrown into battle for the first time, but the moment she sees her teammates are two teenagers and a baby, she goes "... Alright," and shoves her own issues somewhere where she can deal with them later... then just never does.

She overall feels a disconnect with her old life, as all the others do, but to the degree that it feels like it basically happened to a different person. So while she comes off as one of the more well-adjusted cyborgs at first, she's really just barely holding it together.

Of course she very much misses Albert, and not wanting to lose her connection to him is the main thing still keeping her from just giving up entirely on her old life and identity. As much as she dislikes the circumstances, she feels like if she doesn't make the most of her new shot at life, his death would have been in vain. When in civilian wear, she still wears her ring.

[upon-lavender-hills]

Consider this

[druckers]

EVERYTHING'S FINE i can still draw him. yay 🧡

@druckers

[urbiggestopp]

My moot on TikTok gave me this idea 😥

[urasawayaoi]

breaking news kenzo tenma has a relaxing and quiet 65th birthday

[feralboimurphy]

i can’t stop thinking about griffelkin and dave so I’m writing it out

warning: suggestive situation + slight unhealthy obsession but who cares they’re soulmates

Griffelkin had Dave pressed beneath him, pressing open mouth kisses to the man’s neck as the hockey player trembled.

“Griff—please, I—“

“Shhh.”

Griffelkin leaned up on his elbows and looked down at the mess of Dave Heinrich under him. Usual soft brown eyes now dark and desperate. Lips red and swollen from the bitten kisses that Griffelkin had given him the moment he walked inside the apartment after the game. Bruises forming on the tan skin on his neck.

Griffelkin did that. *He* left those. Not Anne. Not anyone else.

Because Dave was his soulmate. Ms Beelzebub told him so. She used those exact words. Soul. Mates.

“Why’re we stopping?” Dave panted out, his head tilted to the side in the cute way that had Griffelkin feeling like he had a heart. It made the fire in his stomach burn brighter.

“Just wanted to look at ya, Davie.” Griffelkin mumbled before his hands wandered lower on the man’s body.

“Well, stop looking unless you’re gonna touch me too.” Dave huffed before pulling Griffelkin in for more of those rough kisses. Griffelkin hummed into the kiss before pushing back with his own vigor.

Dave didn’t have to tell him twice.

[eligobrrrrr]

Another piece for ArtFright, vaguely inspired by the candlelight prompt and absolutely inspired by the Vampire Masquerade palette

This was fun to make, really wanted to go with the old movie poster aesthetic featuring on of my precious children, Heinrich von Wenninger, a Dhampir vampire hunter

[tangerinos]

Everything about you has devoured me

[croissant-enthusiast]

Spatort Valentinstags Karten 2024 Edition <3

Bonus:

Von: mir

An: euch :)

hier findet ihr die 2023 Edition

Free to use and send around!!! (Nur bitte nicht mein Wasserzeichen entfernen)

(Wenn ihr wirklich welche davon benutzt, erzählt mir von den Reaktionen, ich bin sehr gespannt 👀)

[muidipel]

Und trotzdem schreit und jubelt Pia mit, lässt sich von der Begeisterung der Fans um sich herum mitreißen, allen voran von Esthers Begeisterung.

Esther, die sich zu ihr umdreht und ihren Fanschal um Pias Hals wirft, den Arm um ihre Schultern schlingt, und sie mit blitzenden Augen und einem breiten Lachen auf dem Gesicht anschaut.

Und für einen Moment steht die Welt still.

750 words on ao3

[ihaveforgortoomany]

Hello, Comrade!

I don't know if you're familiar with Heathers The Musical, but I was listening to my playlist and "Meant to be Yours" appeared and all I could think of was Isolkania

I also imagined Heinrich as Heather C I'm so sorry 😭

Sorry Im not familiar with Musicals a ton but deffo I see Heinrich as a theater kid at the very least 🙃👍