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[asynfulsoul]

Ko-fi sketch for @i-willshieldyou who wanted android!Reinhardt from our DBH verse RP :3

As always, thank you so much! <333

[greenhairedninja]

The Start Of Something New

My entry for the Overwatch Rarepair Week 2018

July 9th: perseverance | college au University AU

Masterlist of all my works here (haven’t added this one yet because AO3 won’t let me, as soon as it works again for me it will be added and you can read it on there as well)

This is also sort of a background story of my Reinhardt in a University AU. Big thanks goes to @gazeintotheiris for inspiring me with this AU and I hope there’s many more ideas and stories incoming <3

When Reinhardt Wilhelm had first signed his contract for the teaching position at a well-known international university, he had expected his life to change once more and many new things to happen. The changes that were going to happen, though, were something he could not have prepared himself for...he fell in love.

Moving from the city that was his hometown during his time as a student to a new city, even a new country, was a pleasant change of scenery and the first major change in his life in quite a while.

His extraordinary doctoral thesis had opened him the opportunity for this teaching position and the possibilities that were now in front of him seemed almost endless. Even though he had always stayed humble about his own achievements, Reinhardt was proud to have his research and the many stressful hours that he had spent on writing his thesis acknowledged in such a way.

After the first two years teaching he finally finished his first book, a small project he had been writing since his time back in Stuttgart. Much to his surprise, no one else seemed to see it as a ‘small’ project and the sales figures went through the roof. Never would he have thought that people would be so interested in history and philosophy still, but maybe there was something about an ex-soldier, now professor, writing about his experiences with different cultures and the daily confrontations with life and death when on missions in warzones.

As a result to his book being such a huge success, his teaching contract had been extended indefinitely and as a bonus, even though he did not need it thanks to the major sales of his first book, his salary had been raised.

Moving from the small apartment he had first gotten when he moved to the city, into a small house he had bought at the edge of town, Reinhardts life was beginning to settle into a pleasant routine. Time passed with him teaching, researching and writing a second book which kept him busy and content.

That was until he met him in one of his classes.

*****

The new semester had just started and Reinhardt was eager to meet the new students that he was going to teach.

His own background in history and philosophy made it possible for him to teach the lower semesters in almost all of the basic classes that they had to take. Every time he was able to meet young, eager minds who were just waiting to be filled with information Reinhardt found himself reassured that teaching had been the right one decision. Giving these young generations everything they needed so they could mold and form their own ideas, walk their own paths, stand up for what they believe to be right…just like Reinhardt had.

The five years he spent with the military had shaped him into the man he was now and they were the reason he would always thrive for will always make him thrive for peace and equality even if he was not able to actively defend the many, many innocent bystanders anymore. Just a couple of weeks before his 23rd birthday a bomb had gone off right next to Reinhardt and had ended his active duty in the military. Some of the rubble hit Reinhardt directly in the head, causing him to black out and wake up several days later, already back home in Germany in one of the hospitals taking care of wounded soldiers.

The shock of having lost the sight in his left eye and the realization hitting him that his career in the military was over had pushed Reinhardt into a dark place.

To pull himself out of it, Reinhardt decided to go to university and study. Pulling himself out of the dark place he had let himself fall into, Reinhardt decided to study, honoring the lives of his comrades who had been lost in the same attack that he had survived. Having seen many different places on earth and talking to all different kinds of people, he chose to study history in Stuttgart, his hometown. Over the years his interest in philosophy grew. Having seen enough death and war to contemplate the reason of life, the reason why he was alive instead of his comrades, the choice was an easy one. After finishing his Bachelor thesis he continued studying, taking on the philosophy master study of his university and finishing it a couple of months after his 30th birthday.

Thanks to one of his professors, who also became his doctoral adviser later on, Reinhardt decided to take on his doctoral degree. It took him five years filled with research and writing and not much else, all his free time spent teaching in the bachelor studies of both history and philosophy. not much more than research, writing and the first teaching posts in the bachelor studies of both history and philosophy.

*****

Now, being almost 38 years old, he found himself looking over to the faces of each and every student seated in front of him. Bright young eyes looking back at him with expectations.

“Welcome, students. My name is Reinhardt Wilhelm and I will be your professor for this class. We shall see each other quite a lot these first few months of your study so I hope we will all get along nicely.”

His introduction made the room break out in soft whispers and Reinhardt used the time until the small conversations settled once again to take in the room. He had gotten used to his students whispering and talking, and did not take it personally, knowing his presence is special, as his height and build easily set him apart from most other people. The scar on the left side of his face and the white of his blind eye were usually what people talked about the most.

Letting his gaze wander one last time over the rows of students it is suddenly caught by a young man he had not noticed before. His bright brown eyes caught Reinhardt’s blue one, holding his gaze briefly before blinking and turning towards the man next to him, replying to something he had just been asked. Reinhardt took in the sight of the young man, noticing that he was just as different from the rest of the class, his shaved head and darker skin making him stand out in the crowd.

And all of a sudden Reinhardt remembered hearing about him; the faculty had been informed that from this year on they would have a monk among the students, who had travelled all the way from Nepal and had gotten into their university thanks to a scholarship. Something Reinhardt did not judge or think about any longer, after all his own university time had mostly been paid by scholarships thanks to the military.

Shaking himself from his thoughts and finally moving his eyes away from the young man, he returned his attention to the entire class - after all, there was teaching to be done.

This short moment the two of them shared, holding each others gaze locked like that would be the beginning of the biggest change in both Reinhardt’s and in the life of the mysterious young man.

[gazeintotheiris]

Honesty.

I combined this drabble prompt with a prompt for overwatch rarepair week 2018/ @i-willshieldyou  @overwatchrarepair

Day #2: Honesty/ Lies.

Pairing: Reinhardt/ Human!Zenyatta

Rating: T

Honesty.

“-I want more. I want us to be more than friends.”

Zenyatta stands in the shadow of the broadly set man, their outline silhouetted against the brightness streaming through the torrential downpour that had seen them drenched before they had sought the shelter of the homely, plant-clustered, porch. His clothes cling to him uncomfortably, his rather plain long-sleeved t-shirt offering a glimpse of toned flesh beneath the sodden expanse of fabric. He thinks he pales in significance compared to the well-muscled man who doesn’t appear to give any semblance of credence to Zenyatta’s insecurities. The culmination of the last few months has led to this, he knows this, yet it seemed intangible to him. What he had wanted for so long could never be a reality, or so he’d thought. 

How many times had they passed each other in the entrance hall to their apartment block, to engage in small talk, only to have found that time had run away with them and they had been there for an hour or more, their previous tasks all but forgotten. Small talk had progressed to flirtation, the casual exchange of compliments to the odd suggestive quip. He has welcomed them all, and if he was not mistaken, so, too, had his lofty neighbour. But neither of them have been honest...Until a few moments ago.

Zenyatta wants to rewind, to hear those two words again and finally hear them right. Because, of course, they couldn't be, could they? This wasn't real, something would interfere, just as it had all those times before, and he would wake up, alone, disappointed, left to ponder the previous night’s torrid dreams with sweaty palms and a rosy, flushed, complexion. Yet this feels so grounded in reality, from the fresh smell of rain-soaked earth, to the warmth of one huge hand practically engulfing his shoulder,  it couldn’t be anything but the truth.

“Kiss me” That whisper of a voice had asked of him. Hoarse but gentle, silkily caressing his mind. “If this is not my imagination, then show me what it is between us.”

Zenyatta stares back, caught, gaze unable to meet the crystal blue of Reinhardt's eyes, his own, dark gold, partially veiled by the soft and muted blackness of his eyelashes. His gaze is focused on something else entirely - Those lips, soft and full and ripe for claiming. He can feel his pulse quicken at the thought and a soft, yet somewhat humorous, lament plays through his thoughts, that their height difference meant he would need to rise up onto the very tips of his toes to do so.

Reinhardt does all the thinking for him, bending to cup the side of Zenyatta’s face, thumbpad wiping the spatters of rain from one perfectly sculpted cheekbone. “You are adorable when you blush.”  

That gentle, loving expression conveyed in his actions, the tender, basso chuckle he utters, whilst tilting the younger man’s face up, and Zenyatta does not resist. His laugh is melodic, warm, and full of nervous gratitude. If anyone could have put him at ease after confessing their true feelings, then it was Reinhardt. Somehow, he’s always had a calming effect on Zenyatta. But the butterflies in his stomach will not remain calm this time, each one calls out for him to act, the other is so close now he can feel the gentle ghost of warm breath against his own lips, tempting, prompting.

Their lips brush, tentative as they test the conviction of the other, both afraid of the other’s rejection. They need not worry, the second press more confident, firm and sure, like the way in which Reinhardt enfolds Zenyatta in an embrace so safe and consuming he surges, mouth working hungrily against the other’s, as if the taste of the larger man was the only air he needed to breathe, like nothing else matters but this. The slip and undulation of the other’s tongue is welcomed eagerly, stealing the breath from Zenyatta’s lungs until the pair of them part, forehead pressed gently to forehead, breathless and gasping and craving so much more.

It is time to be honest.

Reinhardt’s hand trails a delicate path down Zenyatta’s spine, his body taking a moment to savour this closeness. It’s all he has thought about for what felt like an age and by the powers that kept this world turning, he would commit every curve or bump, every contour to memory.  

“I would very much like that too, mein schatz.”

[i-willshieldyou]

“Tell Me”

Drabble Me - “Tell Me”, a drabble about my character confessing something to yours[be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

It was a quiet eveningon the Overwatch base, a rare occurrence these days. Usually there was alwayssomething happening: agents coming back from mission or preparations being madefor upcoming missions, meetings being held. But tonight it was quiet…manyagents came back from missions the day before and others left that same day sothere were once again less people at the base.

Reinhardt was sitting cross-leggedon a small pillow, small only because his body was not like the average man’s sizeand for everyone else the pillow would be the perfect size. Across from himZenyatta was floating a few centimeters above his own, the orbs around his neckchiming a soft melody while the omnic was deep in mediation. The Crusader can’t remember when it had started that he found himself talking tothe omnic monk more and more when they were both at the base. It had startedwith casual conversations and soon enough the topic had become deeper and morepersonal. He does remember the first time he found the monk at the edge of thecliff, facing the sea, mediating. He went on a stroll late one evening, sleeponce again eluding him and the demons of his past haunting him.

The offer to sit downwith the omnic to attempt to meditate, to calm his mind, had been accepted witha grunt, not quite believing yet that it would help him. But after this first time, they ended up meeting up on a regular basis tomeditate together. Zenyatta had showed him techniques that might calm his mindand their evening were spent talking if they weren’t both meditating. Genji had joined them from time to time and Reinhardt was happy to see theyounger man at peace with himself and the world, instead of carrying the sadnessand rage with him.

Tonight though, Genjihad excused himself and Zenyatta had only chuckled softly when Reinhardt askedwhere the young man might be going for the night.

“Is there something troubling you, my friend?”

Zenyatta’s melodicvoice startles Reinhardt from his thoughts, still looking at the omnic acrossfrom him. He wasn’t able to calm his mind enough tonight to meditate but he hadclearly found focus in watching Zenyatta.

“Ahh, no. I am quite alright!”, Reinhardt replies but his hand strokes nervouslyover his thigh. If omnic could raise an eyebrow surely Zenyatta would be doingit right now. There was no hiding from him when his mind was troubled. ForZenyatta his mind must be like a lake, when the surface was calm he knew thatno Discord was to be found that night. Tonight, the surface was unsettledthough, small waves and movements keeping the surface in constant motion,stirring up the dark depths beneath.

The omnic hums softlyin front of him, letting himself settle on the pillow and pulling in the orbsthat have been slowly rotating around him. Reinhardt immediately misses the melodythey have been making and a small grunt leaves his lips. Zenyatta chuckles softly.

“Shall I continue playing them for you?”, the omnic asks and Reinhardt can’t help the blush thatcreeps up on his cheeks for being so transparent in front of the monk.

“Only if it is what you wish…”

They sit in silence,except for the continued soft chiming of the golden orbs, for a few moremoments, Reinhardts one good eye watching the omnic in front of him, a softsmile on his lips. The moon shines softly through the window to the side of them both, the silverlight a stark contrast to the golden glow of the orbs and the lamps inside theroom. The knight feels himself get lost in tracing the different patterns oflight and shadow over the metal body of his companion.

Moments like these arerare for the both of them. Usually the busy life of the base does not allow forthem to simply sit down and enjoy the presence of each other, to take a breathand let everything be for just a couple of precious hours. Come morning no oneknows what will happen, what mission they will be send on, what danger theywill have to face.

Breathing in deeplyReinhardt straightens his back, a small pop reminding him of the fact that heis indeed not as young as he used to be when he was last stationed in thisbase. Letting his breath out slowly, the sound almost like a sigh he looks upat the soft glowing dots on Zenyatta’s faceplate.

“Have you ever found beauty in the strangest of places,Zenyatta?”, Reinhardt asks, hisvoice barely more than a whisper.The first time Reinhardt had seen Zenyatta had been when he saw Genji returnafter receiving the message about the recall. The bond between the two of themhas always been more than obvious, almost like their hands had been tiedtogether with the softest of band. The knight had been happy for Genji, to have found someone that showed him thatthere was more to his life than what he had left Overwatch with and Reinhardthad assumed the two of them to be a bonded pair with the intimacy that wasbetween the two of them.

There was no denyingthat Zenyatta feels love for his student but through the many evenings theyhave shared talking to each other Zenyatta has told him about theirrelationship, the role Zenyatta had played in Genji’s recovery and how Genjihad then in return been there for Zenyatta in his time of grief.

Looking at Zenyatta now,in the glow of both the moon and the golden light of his orbs, Reinhardt feelshis heart swell with love and affection for the omnic. He has indeed foundbeauty in a place he had not expected to find much of it. The base filled withmany memories of the past, both good and bad, has once again become a place forReinhardt to call home.

“I know that I have…”, he murmurs softly, smiling at Zenyatta and slowlyreaching across the short distance between them and stroking along the omnicscheek, where silver and gold was meeting, creating a beautiful play of light onthe silver metal of the monk.

@gazeintotheiris

[greenhairedninja]

inspired by this beautiful piece of art  by  @asynfulsoul (or rather...I had this idea for the commission, then we had an AU idea and then the picture inspired me to put it into this AU - so this is part of a Reinyatta univeristy AU with history professor Reinhardt Wilhelm and philosophy student Zenyatta)

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He had been waiting for this moment for so long - a moment in which the two of them could finally truly be with each other. Leave the stress of university, of teaching and studying, of being secretive and careful, behind. The cabin Reinhardt had bought was deep within a beautiful forest. Close enough to the university and city so that they could easily drive there for the weekend, yet secluded enough so no one would be able to disturb them.

The professor had not told his lover of the room he had prepared in secret, which might serve as their ‘play room’. Once they had arrived he had pulled Zenyatta close to him, his back flush to his front.

“I want you to shower, clean yourself and then put this on”, he had murmured into his lover’s ear, pressing the leather cock-sheath into his hand. “When you are done, I will wait for you in the bedroom”

While Zenyatta had showered, Reinhardt took the liberty to change as well. The leather pants were a tight fit to his legs, his upper body stayed naked. He had also laid out the beautiful red rope they had found on one of their shopping trips recently. Greeting his lover as he walks over to the bed, naked but the leather around his balls and still soft cock, with a kiss to his parted lips, he chuckles softly. “What? See something you like?”, he murmurs against Zenyatta’s skin, breathing in the fresh smell of soap mixing together with the unique smell of his lover. Zenyatta’s mouth had fallen slightly open at the sight of his lover in the pants they had only just bought a couple of weeks ago. And none of the images that he had created inside his mind compared to seeing the leather actually worn by his lover.

Pulling one of the red ropes towards himself, Reinhardt lets it travel up Zenyatta’s body, the material stroking over the beautiful, almost golden skin of the man.

“I want to tie you up tonight, just your upper body, is that okay? Do you know your safeword?”, the larger man asks, his voice steady and betraying nothing of the excitement he feels from the prospect of finally, for the first time in their relationship, tie Zenyatta in Shibari.

“Gold…Sir. It’s gold”

“Good boy. Mine is blue”, Reinhardt replies, leaning in to press a kiss to Zenyatta’s lips but pulling away again after just a moment. “I asked you a question though, I did not receive an answer”, he murmurs, his voice taking on a stern tone and the hand that does not hold the rope travels down Zenyatta’s back, leaning down slightly he takes hold of one ass cheek before giving is a slight smack.

The yelp coming from his lover together with the blush forming on his cheeks makes Reinhardt hum softly. They haven’t had the chance to play very often in the past yet, so the professor would still keep everything slow. But punishment would be executed if he did not get a proper reply from the younger man - and Zenyatta knew that very well.

“I am sorry, Sir. Yes, I am okay with you tying up my body”, Zenyatta replies after he trusts his voice enough again.

“Good, shall we begin?”

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[i-willshieldyou]

Whatever It Takes

@gazeintotheiris continued from here

The first time Reinhardt had visited the club had been for the sake of business. One of his long time partners had convinced him to accompany him to it because he apparently looked like someone who could use a bit of relaxation. He hadn’t been able to say no since the man was a trusted partner and someone he did not want to loose as a client.

Reinhardt hadn’t thought much about such establishment, thinking them cheap and the worker there cheap and desperate. Until he spotted one particular young man dancing on one of the stages. His body moving fluidly with the beat of the music, twisting and turning around the pole and capturing the attention of many men around them.

After that first time he had looked a little more into how to get privat time with one of the dancers and pretty much immediately booked a spot with the exotic looking man he had seen before, his name stated on the website only as “Zen”.

The half an hour he got with the man had gone a little different than he had pictures, the man obviously dancing for him but Reinhardt simply couldn’t just keep it at that and had started asking the young man about his hopes and dreams. He was a beautiful young man with eyes that have seen things, maybe even things people his age should not have seen before. And as the show went on and Reinhardt’s urge to do more than just watch this young man had grown he decided to leave his businesscard with the bouncer at the door, slipping him a tip to make sure the card would find Zen. His personal phone number neatly written on the front.

So when he received a call by an unknown number just a couple of hours later he was excited to pick up and hear that sweet voice at the other end of the line. The young man was willing to meet him outside the club and Reinhardt immediately told him a time and place to meet at. Appearance was not on the table that evening, he only wanted to see him and talk again.

Making another phone call as soon as he hung up with Zen he reserved the entire restaurant for the evening, making sure they would not be disturbed and also cancelled all his meetings and other appointments for that evening.

And that’s how he finds himself in the current situation. Food has been served, small talk just like the time when he had watched the young man dance for him has passed and Reinhardts urge to touch and hold the man has grown as he watched him eat and talk. The young man’s eyes lighting up with a spark every time he has asked him about his dreams, his wishes for the future. Such a strong spirit and strong-willed man trapped in this line of work.

“My lap is indeed hardly the table”, Reinhardt replies as he watches Zen take a step forward and towards him. Moving his chair slightly away from the table he reaches out with one hand, offering Zen his palm to take.

“I do crave desert and with such a beautiful man sitting across from me I’d love to be able to finally be allowed to touch you. Zen.”

Reinhardt couldn’t quite explain why the young man pulled him in as much as he did. Never before has he felt so close to another human as with this man. Such a bright mind in a beautiful body, trapped in such a shady line of work. Talent and skill wasting away, being watched by dirty old men who only ever thought about their own pleasure. But then again...wasn’t he exactly like these dirty old men? Paying for such a nice meal and offering Zen money to help him out? His intentions are different and yet...he was still much older than the young man still standing in front of him.

Whatever would come of this, he would try his best to help this man achieve his dreams and live a life worth more than it was right now.

[gazeintotheiris]

✒ + Zen is the cutest omnic out there! On a more serious headcanon note: Reinhardt was very worried about breaking omnic Zen's chassis, or accidentally rip out a wire etc when they first met, not even just in a sexual way, handling him (even just shaking his hand) he was worried he might hurt him. This obviously also moved in to the times they've been together intimitaley for the first time. Zen has to show Reinhardt just how sturdy he is and how much he can handle.

( Approved (and Mondatta with him) and also Approved! XD. I can see poor Reinhardt being so careful with him to begin with, and Zenyatta finding it not only amusing, but very endearing, too. He wouldn’t let the man suffer and worry for long, that wouldn’t be fair, but perhaps reassure him without being too overt about it. Man doesn’t need embarrassing after all and omnics look as though they are built to take a lot of punishment (and sadly most do it seems D:). Leave it to Reinhardt to be the gentle giant in Zen’s life though <3 )

[greenhairedninja]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Reinhardt Wilhelm/Tekhartha Zenyatta Characters: Reinhardt Wilhelm, Tekhartha Zenyatta Additional Tags: Pining, the softest of boys Summary:

Reinhardt sits down for meditation with a certain omnic but he can't quite concentrate.