#reinhardt drabble

[ya-zz]

Could you please do some Reinhardt x male reader smut where the reader is doing pet play with rein and rein calls the reader a good boy while the reader sucks him off? I just wanna be called a good boy by Reinhardt so much hehe.

!! NSFW under the cut !!

His large hand rested on top of your head, his cheeks flushed as he looks down at you.

"You're doing well, my little pet." He coos, moving his hand down to cup your face, thumb brushing over the soft skin of your hollowed out cheek.

Reinhardt groans as you pull back, a small pop sounding as you catch your breath and smile. Teary eyes look up at him before you sink back down onto his cock. The stretch was more bearable now, having already been at it for some time, but Reinhardt was patient, letting you adjust at your own pace.

"That's it..." A more guttural moan escapes him as his head lolls back against the sofa cushion. Both of his hands come up to the back of your head, guiding you, controlling your speed and how deep you can take him.

He fucks your throat before holding you down, his cock twitching and causing you to gag. The sputters don't make him let go, not for a few seconds, and when he's finally ready, he lets you pull back, catch your breath before he pushes you back down again.

"Such a good boy..." His voice is raspy, just audible against the moans that escape you. "Good boy..."

The larger man brushes his hand over your head once again, releasing his control to let you go back at your own pace, seemingly enjoying it more when you play and tease him on your own accord.

He was close, but Reinhardt could sense that you were reaching your own climax too, but little did you know what was in store for you.

"Not yet. Be a good boy and hold it, yes?"

If you got to tease and play with him at your own pace, then he was sure as hell going to do the same but over a longer, extended period of time...

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KOFI

[letternotekisses]

my masterlist! 📌 about me

OVERWATCH

MAUGA 

CASSIDY 

HANZO

REAPER 

DOOMFIST 

LUCIO 

RAMATTRA 

ROADHOG 

REINHARDT 

GENJI 

JUNKRAT 

BAPTISTE 

LIFEWEAVER 

SIGMA 

JUNKER QUEEN 

MOIRA 

ASHE 

HAZARD

SOMBRA

OUTLAST / WHISTLEBLOWER / TRIALS

FRANCO BARBI 

LELAND COYLE 

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY 

BIG GRUNT 

SLASHERS / DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

THE TRAPPER

THE DEATHSLINGER

THE HUNTRESS

CALL OF DUTY

GHOST 

GAZ 

SOAP 

[colemorrison]

“This isn’t a goodbye.. Just a see you later, we’ll keep in contact.”

Ana’s voice brought tears to your eyes, you wanted to sob. You thought you had more time, months at least but.. No, you didn’t. They’re leaving next month.

“You’ll see us again before you know it.”

Reinhardt’s voice made it so much worse, your parents both trying to comfort you but they just made it so much worse.

“Do you guys have to go?”

“We do.”

You gave in, tears pouring from your eyes, your arms wrapping around them. You needed your parents and yet they’re leaving. You don’t hold it against them but at the same time it hurt.

[nsfwdrabble01]

the render is by rikki’s renders that i got for a commission on discord,

the cowboy and the crusader

reinhardt was wearing nothing but a white and pink underwear and the cowboy cole cassidy was behind him, trying to lick the elderly man’s hole, besides the night was still young and they both had a lot to do…

[kiwi-on-ice]

Masterlist

Ashe:

✦ her favourite waitress - As the new waitress at Panorama Diner, you quickly meet the infamous Deadlock Gang, while also gaining the interest of their ruthless leader.

white lingerie drabble

first date headcannons

outfit preference headcannons

public sex headcannons

sugar daddy headcannons

favourite picture headcannons

Cole Cassidy:

✦ winter vacation - After pleading with Cole for a long-awaited vacation, your ill advised outfit choice means your boyfriend is tasked with warming you up.

first date headcannons

fav positions headcannons

Genji:

first date headcannons

fav positions headcannons

Hanzo:

sugar daddy headcannons

Junker Queen:

outfit preference headcannons

Kiriko:

first date headcannons

outfit preference headcannons

public sex headcannons

Lifeweaver:

✦ Niran punishes you - Niran has always been a gentle lover, but your recent behaviour means he seeks to punish you, but maybe not in the way you expect.

first date headcannons

fav positions headcannons

sugar daddy headcannons

favourite picture headcannons

Lucio:

first date headcannons

fav positions headcannons

Mauga:

first date headcannons

Mercy:

first date headcannons

Moira:

✦ sleeping in her lab - When Moira allows you to stay in her lab while she works, you quickly find out how boring that can be. However, a surprise visitor and your outfit choice means the geneticist may not be able to concentrate on her work for long.

✦ helping her de-stress - After a stressful day at the lab, your lover gets home in a foul mood. Luckily, you know just what to do to get her relaxing again.

outfit preference headcannons

favourite picture headcannons

Ramattra:

✦ riding his thigh - becoming needy, you go to Ramattra for help but quickly learn the cost of his attention.

fav positions headcannons

favourite picture headcannons

Reinhardt:

✦ drunken confession - Always being drawn to the older and chivalrous crusader, a celebratory party after a successful overwatch mission causes secrets to be spilled, and pleasures to be experienced.

fav positions headcannons

Sombra:

✦ after the date - Despite your initial plans, you invite the infamous hacker Sombra into your home after your date, where she shows you what she’s been planning to do all along.

first date headcannons

outfit preference headcannons

public sex headcannons

sugar daddy headcannons

Venture:

public sex headcannons

Widowmaker:

public sex headcannons

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

°•○☆About☆○•° I used to write for Overwatch years ago under the same blog name but had something big happen in real life and foolishly deleted the blog.

You can sometimes see some of the reblogs floating around.

I'm Jailbird and I'm a huge overwatch fan. After taking a big break I am back.

(I left in 2020 and had been in and out of the game but not active in fandom)

°•○☆Tags☆○•° Jailbird jabbers - not related content/just talking Jailbird polls - polls Spicyrat - N/SFW Posts/thoughts

°•○☆Current Prompt List☆○•°

My overwatch bio and RULES below

°•○☆Rules☆○•° 1. You can request up to 3 chars at a time for headcanons. 1 for drabble/fic 2. All my readers are gender neutral and if I write notsafe fw its mostly genderlessly written. If otherwise I will always state.

3. I do write yandere and dead dove content. Will be tagged.

4. I will not write daddy/mommy kink. Age play, minors, anything racist or homophobic/transphobic etc. No form of pregnancy nor anything with anyone having children.

5. I'm 99% kink friendly.

6. I won't reply to requests that don't have a please or thank you.

7. I will only write for the following characters as of (Dec 7th 2024) Those with names in >BLUE< I am not super confident in writing but I will. Those with names in (PINK) are my faves to write about and I will prob go overboard <3 If they have a * next to them. I only write SFW with them.

Ana Ashe (Baptiste) (Cassidy) D.va * >Genji< * Hanzo Hazard >Illari < * Junker Queen (Junkrat) (Lucio) >Mauga< >Mei< * >Mercy< (Moira) >Pharah< (Ramattra) Reaper Reinhardt (Roadhog) (Sigma) >Soldier 76< * Sombra Symmetra Widowmaker >Zarya< * (Zenyatta)

There are characters I want to write for I just need to learn their canon a little more.

Note: Please be gentle with me and lore/canon. I have not been active in overwatch fandom/writing since 2020. I am doing my best with my ADHD memory brain ✌️

I am proship - I ship canon characters with one another. Love OCs and selfships. Come chat at me about these things <3

°•○☆My Mains☆○•°

I'm pretty competent at

Don't make me snipe. I'll explode.

°•○☆More☆○•° I'm LGBT+, chronicly ill and chronicly chill. ADHD haver. European. Crafter, writer, coffee consumer. Closer to 40 than 30. I have learning disabilities that I have damn well tried to overcome but I do struggle with grammar and spelling no matter what spellchecker I use but I'm doing my best.

I'm married. I actually met my wife via the first time I wrote overwatch fanfiction hahaha.

Junkrat brought us together ✌️

°•○☆DNI☆○•° Terfs - tories - minors - antis - homophobic- racist - transphobic

[genji-centric]

An introduction!! Hi!!! I'm Valerie, also call me Val. I'm new to the whole fanfic writing but I'll try my best, for starters I'm gonna post a fic and some drabbles. Always open to requests, this is a mostly Genji blog but I'm open to write for other characters including:

Lucio, Hanzo, Mauga, Ramattra, Reaper, Baptiste, Cassidy, Reinhardt, Sigma. Junkrat, Venture (especially them), D.V.A., Moira, Tracer, Junker Queen, Mei, Juno, Ashe, Sombra and Widowmaker.

The list is small since these are the few I can say I can write in character. Again mostly Genji centric here, I love him. Hope everyone will enjoy any future writings to come!! ^^

[juvnvalen]

♡ MasterList ♡

I know this is poorly formatted. I'll work on it later I promise (Same thing listed for the overwatch men ignore that i just want to make it look longer) ♡Navigation

♡Reverse: 1999♡

♡Tennant: Yandere profile With a subservient darling Subby Tennant Drabble Bad dream comfort Eating Ada out ♡Lilya: Yandere profile Drunk Lilya fluff Public sex ♡Druvis iii: Yandere profile Bad dream comfort Reaction to missing poster ♡Tooth Fairy: Yandere profile Bad dream comfort Reaction to missing poster ♡Zima: Yandere profile ♡Dikke: Yandere profile ♡Overwatch♡ ♡Soldier: Likeliness to noncon ♡Baptiste: Likeliness to noncon ♡Reaper: Likeliness to noncon ♡Junkrat: Likeliness to noncon ♡Lucio: Likeliness to noncon ♡Reinhardt: Likeliness to noncon ♡Genji: Likeliness to noncon ♡Hanzo: Likeliness to noncon ♡Rammatra: Likeliness to noncon ♡Cassidy: Likeliness to noncon

[victorgrwrites]

Fanfic Progress Masterlist

Higher Than Death

(Durge(Jack)/Gortash/Astarion)

The story of Jack Punch, son of Bhaal. A familiar story, except with lost things added back in. All told from a bloody carnie's point of view.

I: Welcome to the Show

Prologue (Posted) 1: True Nature (Posted) 2: The Grand Bizzare (Posted) 3: I Don't Mind It (Posted) 4: Claws and Tutu (Posted) 5: Mindfulness (Posting: 9/17/24) 6: Rats (Outlining) 7: Motherless Child (Brainstorming) 8: Tell Me How I Feel (Brainstorming)

Drabbles

"...I don't feel any different." (Jack (Durge)/Gortash) Gortash Private Memoir Notes, Number 14 (Gortash) What is your Dark Urge's greatest regret? (Jack (Durge) and Professor Besbiq) Five Times They Had Dinner, One Time They Didn't (Durge/Gortash NSFW) The old version of Higher Than Death

vvv Completed vvv (No BG3 Yet)

Overwatch

Zenyatta/Genji

Similar Pains (T) - First Meetings, Character Exploration False Punishment (T) - Evil AU Touching Desire (E) - Evil AU, BDSM

Reaper/Soldier: 76

Out The Window (T) - Character Exploration, Relationship Exploration Kevlar Sweethearts (E) - Character Exploration, Relationship Exploration, First Time

Mondatta/Reinhardt

Paths of Hope and Peace (E) - Character Exploration, Android (Omnic) Sex, Wire Play, Slow Burn, Zine: Omnic

Roadhog/Junkrat

Roll Just Like You Used To (E) - Character Exploration, Public Sex, Role Play, Gay Bar, Zine: 2021 Roadrat on Main

Mondatta

Coffee and Milk (T) - Character Exploration, World Exploration, Zine: Stories from Watchpoint: Gibraltar

Zenyatta

The Art of Surrender (G) - Character Exploration

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Undertale

Gaster

Lemniscate (E) - FOREVER UNFINISHED, Pre-Game, Gaster\OCs, Kink, Character Exploration, World Exploration, Story Exploration, Teratophilia

[remy-reinhardt]

See into my muses past! Send 🔮 and I will write a drabble of a memory that your muse gets to see into.

Rain pounded on the windows, making a racket that made the already pretty loud family raise their voices even higher so as to be heard. Commands, curses, complaints, laughs, thanks and compliments crowded the air as well as the warm smell of spices and the steam coming from the big pot where Nana Reinhardt was preparing her famous stew. Remy, quieter than usual, peeked his nose over the counter he was barely tall enough to reach, staring at the dancing flames on the stove, and closed his eyes and breathed in. He could distinguish different herbs being cooked in the pot, passing by him in waves, firmly gripped in his grandmother's bony hands. Celery, parsley, thyme, basil, marjoram, rosemary... He was learning the words now, to put names to the smells and tastes.

Nana leaned down and quietly asked Remy to go fetch the jar of white beans she had left soaking the previous night, strands of her silver flyaway hairs brushing against his face. He grinned and nodded and hurried to the cupboard, bumping into cousins and uncles of increasingly dubious blood relation. It was alright, though. It had always been alright, even great, to have a chance to get everyone together for a little while and have something good to eat. Remy might not be very close to most of them, but he had a good ear and paid attention. He knew about them all, their names, their jobs, their families and their passions and concerns. Self-aware as he could be on occasion, Remy was not particularly friendly, but he cared about them all just as he knew that, even if not particularly beloved, he was cared for, too.

The stew was soon ready, and bread baskets were passed around, the salt and the pepper and a heaven-sent stick of warm butter and a knife that went from hand to hand around the table. For a while there was only the gluttonous sound of scraping cutlery, water and wine poured into glasses, swallowing and chewing and pleased groans of delight. Everyone clapped for Nana, and she smiled proudly and bowed her head. Conversation resumed once the first few bites were taken, though, and there were loud conversations all over again, and Remy sighed and shook his head as he shoved another spoonful of stew in his mouth.

[moonlithunter-writes]

Sleep & Smell - Reinhardt x gn!Reader

   After an hour of lying awake in your room, you couldn't take it any longer. The smell was nauseating. Ana, who slept next door, had decided to paint her room, and you could barely breathe through the stench of paint fumes.     You threw the covers back irritably and stomped down to the common room. You turned on a low light, grabbed an afghan from the back of one of the couches, and curled up, ready to sleep.     You would've gotten to sleep too, if it weren't for a door banging open rather loudly behind you. You shot up and gasped, looking over at the offender. It was Reinhardt Wilhelm, the huge German crusader. "Sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, wincing.     "It's alright, I couldn't sleep anyways," you admitted. "My room smells like paint. What are you doing down here?"    "I came for a midnight snack," Reinhardt replied with a grin. "Do you mind if I join you?"    "Not at all," you smiled back.     Reinhardt went to the kitchen and made himself a towering sandwich, and then came back into the common room. He dropped on the couch next to you and took a huge bite of the sandwich. "Want some?" He offered with his mouth full.     You tried a bite. The sandwich was good, but it was tainted with the smell of paint that still stung your nostrils. You turned the TV on to occupy the silence with something other than Reinhardt's chewing, and flipped to a trivia game show.     "Who led the Spartans at the battle of Thermopylae?" The host asked.     "Leonidas," you answered him, and a moment later the contestant echoed your answer, earning himself a hundred points.     "Wow, you're smart," Reinhardt said around a mouthful of sandwich. "I've always liked that about you."    You flushed and leaned against him. Reinhardt finished his sandwich and wrapped his large hands around your waist, situating you so that he was reclining on the couch and you were against his chest.     You watched trivia for an hour or so, answering questions intermittently and teasing each other when you got the answers wrong. Eventually Reinhardt yawned and made to get up, but you grabbed his wrist. "Stay?" You asked softly.     "The couch is no place to sleep," Reinhardt replied. Your face fell and you looked down, but he tilted your chin up with a large hand. "Come and sleep with me. My room is far from Ana's," he invited.     "Okay," you agreed with a smile, and Reinhardt pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

[ya-zz]

Could I get some of the older Overwatch members (Ana, Reinhardt, Soldier) just comforting reader because they need to know they aren’t a terrible person. Please. <3

She watches as you rest your head on her shoulder, a heavy sigh escaping your throat.

"Take it easy." She reassures, hand grasping yours, thumb gently circling your knuckles.

"Am I a bad person?"

Her movements freeze, her mind reeling with thoughts on how to answer. "A bad person?" She repeats. "Of course not, sweetie. One mistake doesn't make you a bad person."

"But after-"

"Shush. You are not a bad person. I do not want to keep telling you that." She brings her hand to wrap around your shoulder. "Mistakes are a part of life and one small one doesn't mean jack. You may feel deep down that you are, but I, along with many others, can tell you that you're not."

"Ana..."

"My dear, you are one of the bravest people out there. Despite all the odds against you, you are still pushing. You're still going forward. You are still strong." She presses a kiss to your head, hand rubbing up and down your arm. "Don't let one thing change how you feel about yourself. You are worthy of being loved."

Large arms encase you, your tears already soaking through his shirt. No matter what you would say, he wouldn't let go, he wouldn't let you free yourself. Effectively, you were trapped in a tight embrace.

His heart thumps heavy, calmly soothing you from the onslaught of tears.

"There, there." He coos, hands rubbing up and down your back. The warmth was almost suffocating.

"I just want to believe I'm not a terrible person."

Reinhardt chuckles, chest rumbling against your cheeks. "You are far from it, my dear. Why, you are just the greatest."

You can tell he's trying, though consoling isn't exactly his strong suit.

"Just the other day you were so bubbly, so full of life! Just because one insignificant issue occurs does mean you should hate yourself." He loosens his grip, hand coming to your chin to lift your head up to face him. "You have never been a terrible person, at least, not to me!"

He watches the smile creep onto your face as he brushes away a tear.

Reinhardt hums softly. "You must love yourself against all odds otherwise I will just have to love you twice as hard."

He sits across from you, the meeting not yet begun. It was just the two of you in the room, a tension swirling in the air.

"What's up, kid?" Jack finally breaks the awkward silence, watching as you look up and then to the side. "The mission went as well as it could've done."

"I hurt them..."

"No, you were doing your job." He straightens in his chair. "If it weren't for you, things would've gotten ugly."

"That doesn't change how terrible I feel-"

"Kid. Listen to me." He leans forward, hand reaching for yours. You pull back, not wanting the physical contact. His heart aches at the sight. "Do not let this get to you otherwise you will bury yourself under it and you do not want that." He takes a breath, watching you. "It will hurt for a while but know that it's over now."

You muster a nod, looking down at your hands clasped together on the table.

"It's over. You're still here. That says a lot. Trust me, kid, we need you."

—

KOFI

[genjipegger]

HEY STINK!! YOU FINALLY GOT AROUND MAKING A TUMBLR FOR FANFICS AFTER MY BEGGING HUH. WELL I NEED SOME ANAHARDT IN MY LIFE SO HOW ABOUT THIS.

How about a cute little fluffy fic of Reinhardt being a bit dumb and Ana (who’s watching him) says something in Arabic, like ‘are you stupid?’ and Rein knows what she said cause he heard it a million times before. And then idk fluffy shit.

(Meanwhile Soldier in the background being very confused on how he understood her)

IDK BE FUNNY I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT TO GIVE YOU. MY SPECIALTY IS COD NOT OW HAHAHA

ANAHARDT ;; Reinhardt isn't the brightest tool in the shed.

Sweet Anahardt banter. Jack is an unfortunate witness.

Ana Amari x Reinhardt Wilhelm, mention of Jack Morrison x Gabriel Reyes

Tooth rotting fluff. Nothing but the best for my sweethearts ♡

Thank you for this request my bestie! I hope it is to your liking, you know how much I love the dynamic between these two ♡

Reinhardt's hammer clatters to the floor, bounces back, then falls still with a heavy thud. A lousy kick sends it propped against the wall of the lounging room, which is decorated in rusty medals and picture frames of various news articles reading Overwatch's many heroic achievements. The retired crusader stretches, groans, then drops to the nearest sofa, lifting two colossal hands to writhe his helmet off his head. It loosens with a loud pop, and he throws it haphazardly off to the side, where it rolls up to the feet of his most precious gem.

"Tiring mission, Reinhardt?" Ana coos teasingly, her eye drifting off to the side as Jack rounds up at her side, peeling his crimson visor from his features. It has been a long, long time since they were deployed together, and nothing feels quite the same as it did back when it was the four of them, but it somewhat soothes the nostalgic ache in their hearts. Overwatch still needs them, despite their struggles.

"Oh, yes!" Reinhardt whines, pushing his hands up his face and through his silvery white locks. He can already hear Ana chuckling, even as she stands a few feet away from him. Exhaustion has long kicked in for all of them, so it is not in her place to blame him. "I cannot feel my legs!"

"That makes two of us." Jack chimes in, a horrible litany of popping joints sounding as he strides to a small seat next to the large sofa; Reinhardt takes up too much of the surface for him to even think of sitting down there.

"Oh, grow up, you two," the elderly Amari strolls around the occupied sofa, throwing herself right on top of Reinhardt, "all we did was gather some intel. Are you two going soft on me?"

Wilhelm chokes out a surprised sound as Ana's subtle weight topples over his chest, but his large arms quickly support her tiny frame, maneuvering her around the sharp edges that make up his armour to ensure she is comfortable. "No, no such thing!" The tone in his voice begs to differ, but he refuses to give in to the fact that proper retirement might be the best solution. There is too much for him to still fight for, and too many wrongs he must make right. Yet, his body throbs and creaks and screams for him to rest and accept an easier life.

"Things have been tough lately. Can you really blame us?" Jack kicks off his shoes and does his best to ignore the overly affectionate display at his side- they have always been two saps dancing in a weird limbo, anyway. It reminded him too much of how he used to be with Reyes.

Ana hums in acknowledgement, tracing circles on one of Reinhardt's cheeks with her index finger. He makes a bit of a face, something akin to a pout, but the soft pink rushing to his face gives him away. He is not immune to her affection.

"Next mission, we will give it our best!" Reinhardt promises the both of them, smoothing his hands down Ana's back. She fails to look amused, no matter how hard she tries. "Next mission? You are off duty for at least a few months. Didn't Jack tell you this before we departed?"

"What?"

"Reinhardt, big guy," Jack visibly winces, "you broke your shield. Completely. It's going to take ages to repair."

"Oh, yes, yes! My shield! I forgot about my shield!"

The loud groan that Jack lets out perfectly describes Ana's exact feelings as well- sometimes, she wonders what goes on in Reinhardt's head. Not a whole lot, apparently.

"Ghabiun," Ana flicks her finger against his forehead, "you really are getting old!"

Reinhardt squeezes his eyes shut, making the most pathetically sad sound she's ever heard. It sounds like a kicked puppy whining in disarray. "Ana, meine Frau! I just have a hard time remembering things!"

Jack peers at them from his reclined seat, the confusion evident on every crease on his face. There was no way he just witnessed Reinhardt, with the brain capacity of a small goldfish, understand Ana's native Arabic tongue without so much as a moment's pause. The way his eyebrows knit and furrow over his blue eyes is truly a sight to behold.

"No way did he just understand you."

"Oh, he is like a little puppy," Ana practically beams, "I have said it so many times, he has no choice but to remember."

She cups Reinhardt's cheeks, soothing the frown off his face with her hands. He melts like putty in her grasp, making not a peep as she prods and pulls at his lips to purse them. "Isn't that right, you sweet little thing, you?" She grins.

"Oohh.. ohh, yes," Reinhardt strains, still a little offended, "I try my best to keep up. Sometimes, when she gets frustrated, she speaks to me, and I can't follow, and I do the same thing, and we realize neither of us understand a word of what we are saying." Bashfully, he turns his head to the side. Ana's hands drift peacefully along with the movement. "The language barrier is difficult, but we make it work."

"Hm." Jack raises an eyebrow. What love it must be; he has seen these two go from fleeting glances to secret kisses to growing old together. War separated them, left Wilhelm alone and longing without her presence, but now, they were reunited, and they were just as clingy as he remembered them to be. He was happy for them, really. There had once been a time where he indulged himself in much the same affection as these two did.

"Oh, who knows," Ana smiles, "before we know it, we'll be off on our next mission, the three of us. Maybe we'll even get Gabriel to join."

"Doubt it." Jack immediately butts in, his gaze fixated on nothing in particular. "He kicks up a fuss when he has to come see me. Let alone when he has to see you two." It took a lot of effort for Reyes, sneaking out of Talon's confinements to meet up with Jack. Secrecy was their virtue, and so far, they had succeeded in keeping it under the rug, though Gabriel never passed up the opportunity to complain. Somewhere, Jack knew he missed times like this, too. Though he had long strayed from their paths, and they could no longer share memories like they did before.

"Oh, I certainly don't blame him. I would be tired too if I had to see Reinhardt." Ana nudges one of her man's large arms, and he stares at her with the biggest puppy eyes he could possibly muster.

"You would be tired of seeing me?" He whimpers, squeezing her sides. Ana's bottom lip quivers, before she erupts in sweet laughter. "Oh, Reinhardt, my dear, I'm just joking! I would never grow tired of you!"

"Ana!" He squeezes her to his chest, hugs her close, nuzzling their faces together. "Do not scare me like that! I do not know what I would do without you.."

"Oh, I wouldn't dare to leave you ever again. You know that."

Reinhardt presses their foreheads together, keeping her as close as physically possible. As though if he were to let go now, she would disintegrate like she did years ago. He was not going to take that risk ever again, not now that he finally had her safe in his arms again.

"I know.. yet I still worry for you, Ana. My life is not complete without you."

"Chin up," Ana pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, "you will survive as long as I am here."

[our-love-forever]

Suggestions Accepted | Reinhardt Wilhelm

a/n: it has been almost 2 years since I’ve been back to my blog and it’s somewhat surreal to see it again. Something kept telling me to come back and start posting once again my stories and so here I am at 12am doing that. I hope that anyone that reads this and any past and future drabbles of mine enjoy them ♡

~

You had never gotten your armor this broken before, but it was bound to happen eventually. That was the fate of such things with everyday use.

Unfortunately, Torbjörn seemed not to be in today as the old, metallic gate to his shop was shut before you. You let out a defeated sigh, the heavy bag with your armor in it digging into your shoulder. What were you going to do now? You didn’t really have a mission coming up, but it was always best to have everything in top shape in case the necessity arises.

With a heavy sigh, you turned on your heel to make your way back to your room. That is until you heard the soft clashing of metal against one another next to Torbjörn’s workshop. There was nothing else on your agenda for the day that needed attention and so with a lazy step, you made your way next door. You held on tight to the strap of your bag, making sure your armor didn’t make much sound and wouldn’t interrupt whoever it was that was working.

You carefully leaned towards the entrance, not setting a foot inside yet before analyzing the room first. A tall German’s back stood in the middle of the room and his back obstructed your view from whichever he was tinkering with at that moment. His white undershirt, which could be called more of a grey color at this point, revealed all the of the scars that adorned his shoulders even from a distance. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the many praises about the man and the battles he had won throughout his career, but the one thing that your eyes had never seen were the proof of such battles.

You attentively stared at his movements until he began to glance around him – most probably looking for a tool – until his eyes found your figure.

“Oh! Hello there!” Reinhardt cheerfully greeted you with that wide smile of his. He quickly dusted away any particles he had on his pants with his blackened hands, only making the action futile. He only groaned for a second before taking his eyes back to you.

“Didn’t notice you there. What brings you here?” You have the man a lopsided smile of your own, dropping the bag to your side.

“I was looking for Torbjörn so he could fix my armor but…,” you trailed off, earning an acknowledging ‘ah’ from him. With a wave of his hand, Reinhardt invited you further inside the workshop. You dragged your items towards him as your sore shoulders were unable to lift it any longer. He eyed your items as you had quickly unzipped your bag and then reached for what appeared to be a shoulder piece. It didn’t take long for a piece to come off here and there from it while he still held on to it, earning a defeated groan from you.

“Now that I find you here,” you began with a hand massaging your shoulder, “do you think you could give me some suggestions on how to make my equipment more comfortable?” As of late, your armor was causing you troubles where certain parts poked at your body with certain movements or the clothes under your armor weren’t think enough to prevent blisters from forming. “If you have time to spare, of course.”

“Gladly! Anything to help a fellow comrade.” Hearing those words lifted a weight off of you and you couldn’t help but smile at Reinhardt’s eagerness to come to your rescue.

He started off with asking where your armor was the most uncomfortable, what was it that you wore usually and for how long – so and so forth he questioned while taking in your responses. It wasn’t long before the German had all and any tips to offer, all of them giving you a better idea on what you should do next time. They all ranged from having to resize your armor to better fit you, maybe wear this material instead of this one, perhaps even changing the material of your equipment to facilitate movement; it was tips like these that you wondered why they weren’t provided on a handbook for beginners.

It was fascinating to hear him talk with such passion about armory and it was easy to see the broad knowledge he had about the topic. It didn’t matter if it started to deviate from being about armor tips to recollection of his past battles to him wanting to know more about you. Just listening to Reinhardt talk like this was almost addicting, not wanting to leave his side despite the day reaching its end. 

Once it was noticeable that the sun had begun to set, you both agreed to pause your conversations for the day not before thanking the man before you. 

“I wouldn’t want you to get hurt out there. You’re a very precious hero to us… and me, of course.” It was as if he had intended for the last part to be inaudible to you, yet it had failed to fall on deaf ears. It made your heart sore upon hearing that in its entirety and your smile could not grow any bigger than it was. And your reddened cheeks weren’t free from it either.

With a push of your tippy toes, you placed a small, quick kiss on his left cheek. “Thank you for that, Reinhardt. That means a lot to mean.”

The widening of his eyes and the red on his cheeks were impossible miss as you went back down to stand flat on your feet. It was a sight you wouldn’t mind seeing a couple more times in the future if you were being honest.

Reinhardt rubbed at his neck shyly while a hearty laugh escaped from his lips, trying hard to keep his composure from the loving gesture. “Ha, now that’s too kind of you, dear.”

[overwatch-does-stuff]

First Impressions

Summary: Within the workshop, Omnic and Crusader first lay eyes on one another. A drabble based on the little six-second story clip shown with Reinhardt and Bastion. It/its pronouns for Bastion.

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Torbjorn had told him to expect something but he never knew it was going to be this.

Familiar tan with a currently blue optic and Reinhardt knew he only had seconds to act. Training, years of training, and single fleeting moments of a battlefield long past, overtook his senses and he ran towards the figure. Closing distance was everything- this model was almost useless in melee range. The closer he got, the more he could shield the surrounding area from its line of fire.

The Bastion did not transform immediately but instead scouted for an escape route for a brief second. Reinhardt could hear nothing but the sound of his own pulse thundering in his ears. He drew his hammer in two hands and at that same instant the Bastion tensed. A familiar harmony of parts transforming filled the air and something visceral spiked through his stomach. A barrel began to spin. Only a matter of seconds. He raised for the swing. Only a matter of seconds.

“Reinhardt! Stop!”

Torbjorn’s voice brought him to a quivering halt. His breath still heaving, his hammer still ready to swing, he froze in place. His vision spun in time of the spinning barrel. 

He waited for the machine to fire. It never did.

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Torbjorn had told it to expect a new friend, with a good smile and a hearty laugh. And tall! Torbjorn had mentioned tall. Bastion waited expectantly in the workshop.

The waiting came to an end when the door opened behind it. It saw Torbjorn come in first, followed by a man clad in silver (a familiar silver, but it dismissed that notification.) A tall, smiling man (in a familiar silver, its processor urged.)

Silver. 

Silver that began walking towards it. The man’s face fell as Bastion extended its hand out in a wave of greeting. Silver hammer, carried in both hands, broke into a charge. 

Combat protocols threatened to erupt forth but then Bastion saw Torbjorn’s shocked face in the back of the room and desperately clamped them back. It scouted for a potential escape route but as it stepped backwards it stumbled which threw its body and processor off balance and, control slipping, its targeting reticule registered-

Crusader.

-and it transformed, barrel spinning with hot fire ready to rain down and eliminate the threat.

“Reinhardt! Stop!”

The Crusader abruptly stopped but with hammer still raised. Bastion clung to the voice in the air to drown out the symphony of fear telling it to fire upon the target now, now, now. It did not want to hurt anyone but it did not want to be destroyed. As long as the Crusader did not move, it would not have to face the truth as to which instinct was stronger.

It waited for the Crusader to drop the hammer. He never did.

[softer-fe-imagines]

Ciao! Can I get a drabble about proactive summoner proposing to Reinhatdt please ,:3

I’m still not too familiar with his character so this may be a little off, but I hope you enjoy it! ♡

“Forever is a long, long time but I wouldn't mind spending it by your side.” - I Wouldn’t Mind

“You know, you should marry me.”

The statement is completely out of the blue, enough to make the usually reserved Reinhardt show an expression of confusion. “...Pardon?”

“I said, you should marry me.” There’s a long, long pause, but you know he heard you so there’s no point in repeating it a third time. The mage-knight stares at you, confused. Perhaps you do have to repeat it again.

“Reinhardt? I was saying that you should marry me.”

“I understand the phrase,” he responds, clearly thinking hard about his words. “But I do not understand why you would ask me.”

It’s a simple question with a simple answer. “It’s because I like you,” you respond, and Reinhardt blinks.

“You do?”

“Of course I do! You really don’t know by now? I’ve been dropping hints for forever and nothing seemed to work, so I figured I’d just ask you. That way, if you aren't interested we can both move on with our lives.”

An emotion you can’t quite place flashes across his face. “It isn’t as if I have no interest in you, I just wasn’t aware you felt that way.”

Now, it’s your turn to be confused. “You really didn’t know?” He shakes his head. “There’s the time I asked you if you liked anyone, if you ever kissed anyone before, the time when we were researching in the library and we were really close and -”

“I… think that’s enough.” You stop your recounting of events to look at him and, to your surprise, there’s the softest tinge of red on his cheeks as he averts his eyes. A rare expression on Reinhardt’s face, that’s to be sure, so you hold in what would be teasing laughter if vocalized in order to see the sight a little longer.

“Well,” you say, getting back to the point. “Would you like to marry me?”

He pauses again. “Perhaps.”

“Perhaps?”

He nods. “Perhaps. I would not be averse to the idea, but first I must think…”

“So definitely not a no… Hm, that’s good to hear!” You smile, a bit relieved that this hadn’t gone badly, and in that instant his heart leans a bit closer to yes.