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Anahardt Week Day 5: “Pillow”

There’s always an exception! 

I keep drawing her in her hijab part out of laziness and part out of the fact I’ve always thought they were quite pretty! 

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Anahardt day 2 : Snow

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** Throws in the bucket of drawings to remake one day, with the right proportions and so…**

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Anahardt Week 2019 Day 2: “Snow”

I didn’t know I needed bow tie Reinhardt in my life but apparently I do!

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Anahardt Week 2019 Day 1: “Hearts”

I’ve been so busy with other stuff I almost missed that is was Anahardt week! Haha! Since that’s not an opportunity I’m about to pass up here’s a very belated day one!

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Wip for #AnahardtWeek

ANA DO YOU VANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN ?!?!?!?!?

Rein i have a lot of work to do

BUT VORK VILL STILL BE THERE LATER SNOW MELTS AWAY

I wish all my work would melt away

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Anahardt week 2019

Hearts

Ana returned to her old quarters in Gibraltar. She was filthy, tired, and not in a mood for anything that was not taking her feet of the floor and resting her back somewhere comfy – yet, there was a piece of paper sticking under the door.

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Anahardt week day 1: Hearts

Hearts…. hearts everywhere o-o

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Anahardt Week 2019!

Ready for another round of love for the best grandparents of Overwatch, Reinhardt Wilheim and Ana Amari?

This year the prompts will run Thursday, February 14th, to Thursday, February 21st, 2019~

P R O M P T S!

Day 1: “Hearts”

Day 2: “Snow”

Day 3: “Mirror”

Day 4: “Cake”

Day 5: “Pillow”

Day 6: “Forest”

Day7: “Music”

Remember this is for fun! There is no right or wrong way to interpret a prompt, just do your best, have fun, and be sure to tag everything with #AnahardtWeek so we can see!

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AnahardtWeek 2019

It’s almost that time of year for round 3 of honoring the best grandparents of Overwatch, Reinhardt and Ana!

Due to Tumblr being a little bitch however, I’m moving prompt posts and such to Twitter, but will be keeping this blog up so no worries :)

Find Me at @AnahardtWeek on Twitter as well as here.

Honestly I’m a little overwhelmed at the moment so I hope you will all have patience for me while I sort this out, okay? 😘 Stay tuned for Prompts!

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(late)Day 7 of Anahardt: Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, a king felt a deep and terrible ache in his chest. Despite his age, the king was in very good health and had no major health concerns as far as his physicians knew. But as each day passed for the old king, king Reinhardt found the aching becoming persistent and deeper, soon becoming too much to ignore. But no physician, nor good medicinal witch, nor good spirit could identify the pain in his chest or the cause.

King Reinhardt searched far and wide for a cure or a salve for this pain. From good to bad witches, to good and evil spirits, from demons and dragons, to world savvy knights and wide traveled adventurers, King Reinhardt searched far and wide for anything that could help. But no one could find what it was that caused him his pain or anyone that could help.

“My king, if I may… suggest someone?” King Reinhardt’s guard captain Fareeha suggested to him one day. “I know of an alchemist and herbalist that lives deep within the woods. She knows many remedies and cures. She might have a cure for you?”

Using a map proved by Fareeha, the king traveled alone, deep into the forests were ancient and old things lived untouched or unseen by human kind. Deep in the belly of the forest was a lone hut, inhabited by a lone alchemist.

“Greetings, my king, my daughter sent word that she was sending you my way,” The alchemist greeted the king within her humble home.

“She says that you might have a cure for the ache in my chest. Like a fathomless black hole that hungries for what will never fill it,” The King said.

“I have just the thing,” The alchemist told the king. She took several herbs hanging from her ceiling, a few stones and a few shells, and finally various brightly colored liquids from the crammed full shelves and set them all to brew in a pot.

The king spoke to the alchemist for some length as the potion bubbled and brewed. The king found this woman, charming, knowledgeable, witty and a lovely woman over all. It was almost a shame when the potion was done brewing. The king gratefully took the potion, downing it and actually feeling the ache in his chest greatly lighten.

“Come again if you need me and my services again,” The alchemist smiled as the king left with a bounce in his step.

The potion worked… for a time. But the pain returned so again the king sought out the alchemist, who again provided a potion for his pain after a delightful evening speaking with her. But that potion only worked for a time again and again the king sought out the alchemist, again giving him potion and a wonderful evening of speaking with her. But that potion did not last and once again he sought her agian.

“I shall not provide a potion this time,” The alchemist said.

“But…” The king started.

“My king, my potions are only giving you temporary relief, I might suggest a more permanent solution,” The alchemist smiled before beckoning the king lower his towering figure to lean down towards her level. When he bent down far enough, she took his face in her hands and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. The pain was… gone.

“Loneliness is a terrible pain to remedy on one’s own,” The alchemist said. “I wish to help you, my dear Reinhardt.”

And who was he to deny such expert and beautiful advice?

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Anahardt week - A love story in seven days. Day 1: “Sugar”Day 2: “Date Night” Day 3: “Games” Day 4: “Ink” Day 5: “A Moment of Peace and Quiet” Day 6: “Travel”

Day 7: “Once Upon A Time” (At night, that same day)

It was already dark when they landed, yet the streets at the city centre were still full of life and people dancing, eating, and having a good time overall. Reinhardt limped slightly by Ana’s side, hands on his pockets, shirt impossibly creased.  

He had been very quiet during the flight back, and so had been Ana. He had said he was not angry at her, but he was angry–which meant he was hurting over something, and she could not pinpoint what it was. At least, she knew it was not the news about Jack and Gabriel, since he went straight looking for a fight with the man for a completely different reason. Really, she would have punched the light out of both idiots, but she was not sure if her darts would take Jack down.

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Day 6 of Anahardt week: Travel

They traveled sure. All over the world they traveled to save lives from various evils, for missions for the greater good, for missions this and mission that.

Ana had traveled all over when she was tracking down what had made Overwatch fall apart in the first place, about her shooter and what happened to Amelia, trekking through the dredges of the world trying to find Gabriel again after what had happened to him. Through the beauty and filth of the world she traveled for the good of others, but never herself.

Reinhardt it was very much the same in that regard. He had always traveled for the good of others, for the objectives of others, wherever they needed his bulk and shield. Reinhardt had traveled a bit in his later years, but always just to Torbjorn’s side, to be part of that family. But never had he really traveled for pleasure.

But they were doing that now.

Ana and Reinhardt traveled hand in hand as they walked through some colorful tourist trap, another stop in their month off from Overwatch. They had a schedule planned for their travel all over North American before they would trek back to Spain for work again. Mostly anything fun that they could, any fun towns with oddities that they could explore. This little town promised a fun festival celebrating this… cryptid thing? It looked silly and they wanted silly before moving on to travel some more.

“Ah, what fun,” Ana chuckled as they passed another booth of weird merchandise.

“I’m glad we did this,” Reinhardt smiled as they walked along.

“Traveling with you anywhere is a treat,” Reinhardt beamed.

“You big softie,” Ana chuckled, “But the same with you. And I’m glad to share this journey with you.”

It was nice to travel for pleasure for once.

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Anahardt Week 2018 // Day 7 - Once Upon a Time

Time for fairytale storytime kids, so come and sit down and enjoy this merfolk and pirate AU because that’s ALWAYS a great thing! Plus Ana already had her corsair pirate skin and Reinhardt makes a pretty cool merman. :P 

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For @windsofbeleriand ‘s birthday!! Thought I’d contribute to the anahardt week since you love them old beans so so much~ 

day 5 ;; a moment of peace and quiet 

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Day 4 of Anahardt week: “Ink”

Ana loved Reinhardt’s tattoos.

He actually had a good number of them of various detail level. Nordic like bands around one bicep for instance, thick bands and strong curls, handsome and bold but ultimately simple. A beautifully rendered lion’s head on his back, beautifully detailed and painstakingly intricate, the great beast’s maw open and teeth bore at the viewer. Intricate without being visually off putting, but older because the once strong lines were slightly softened and scars now marred the mighty lion’s face, as it did Reinhardt’s skin.

“When did you get this one done?” Ana asked as she traced some of the lion’s lines.

Laundry day, thus Reinhardt’s shirtlessness. It was their turn and it would be an hour and a half or so before their next person came to do their own, so they were alone for a moment. That left Ana to admire Reinhardt’s shirtless chest as he folded another dried load of laundry.

“During my army days,” Reinhardt chuckled fondly, letting Ana trace and touch gently. “It’s quite old, but has held up quite well.”

“And these?” Ana asked, tracing the bands that wrapped around one bicep thicker than her head.

“Ha, a wild evening at Torbjorn’s house, I’m afraid, I lost a bet,” Reinhardt chuckled. “They’re… three years old? Yes, three. Bridgett wanted to get the same was not legally old enough, sadly.”

Ana hummed through a smile, idly tracing dark lines against Reinhardt’s pale and scarred skin. When Reinhardt pulled away, she huffed with mild annoyance, only to crook an eyebrow when Reinhardt turned and very gently rubbed a big thumb underneath her good eye.

“May I ask when you got this?” Reinhardt asked softly, smiling.

“I was a teenager once, my love, and sometimes teenagers make brash and silly actions,” Ana chuckled. “I thought it looked cool. My mother thought less so.”

“It’s beautiful and suits you well,” Reinhardt perked up.

“Just as your tattoos do,” Ana smiled, turning her head to kiss Reinhardt’s big and rough palm.

“Well, almost all of them,” Reinhardt said, turning back to his laundry sadly.

“What do you mean?”

“The ‘in memory’ tattoos for you, Jack and Gabe are certainly out of date and no longer suitable,” Reinhardt deadpanned.

Ana laughed despite herself, Reinhardt joining her as she hoped down from the washing machine to help him fold.

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Just a reminder that Tags aren’t working right, and things aren’t showing up, so please if I don’t find your submissions don’t be afraid to pm them to me or @ me and whap me over the head with them!

Don’t want to leave anyone out of this amazing week!

-Mod Fallen ❤️

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Anahardt week - A love story in seven days. Day 1: “Sugar”

Day 2: “Date Night”

Day 3: “Games”

Day 4: “Ink”

Day 5: “A Moment of Peace and Quiet”

Day 6: “Travel”

(2 days later)

There was nothing better than traveling for pleasure. Or so people said. Reinhardt had many things he would rather do than go from here to there and visit, what? A museum? Rocks and monuments? Of course, he would go with Ana to the end of the world if she asked him to–which, apparently, she had.

They had split their small group the same day Ana had received a datapad message, when she had insisted on taking him for a stroll; they would meet everyone at the watchpoint in Madagascar in a week’s time.

Apparently, Ana had a friend she wanted him to meet and introduce to Overwatch.  Reinhardt did not consider himself the most appropriate person for the job, but it was either him or Torb–and they wanted an ally, not another enemy.

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