#widowhardt

[verynefarious]

moirahardt + widowhardt icons <3

[doighnadair]

voilà, the thing no one asked for

(this is 100% my opinion, no pitchforks in my inbox please)

[rendezvousaveclamort]

@iironhardt

She’s pouting now, even as she walks over to him to take a seat on that expansive lap, both dresses s held high by the top of their clotheshangers.

“Non, mon coeur. We have to go. Besides, it’s always more fun when we come home from these functions.”, a pause as she leaned in closer, wiggling both dresses in front of him “Tell me, which one would you rather tear off of me later, while praising me for being such a good, pretty little spider?”

Hell, she’ll give this approach a try. It was a win win for everyone.

[verynefarious]

Reinhardt Wilhelm (aka. the bisexual of Overwatch, in my opinion...) can be shipped with so many characters, for example...

Reinhardt x Mercy

Reinhardt x Widowmaker

Reinhardt x Hanzo

Reinhardt x Lucio

Reinhardt x Sigma

Reinhardt x Torbjörn

...the choice is huge, it seems 😌💖💗

[rendezvousaveclamort]

Amazing art commission from the sweet @paw-leena for myself and my kitten @licnhardt We will get the world to ship this!

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@licnhardt

The smell of coffee filled the room, soothing and familiar, like her lover’s embrace. Eyes heavy with sleep slowly opened, and the familiar soreness of the previous night’s events settled in her muscles. She enjoyed it as much as she enjoyed the act itself.

“Nhh....” a little whine before looking up and around, rolling over on her back, the covers barely covering her naked chest. She was comfortable, and she had her usual smile on her face. That was new for Amelie, waking up smiling and happy.

“Cherie?MH... what time is it?”

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@licnhardt

Amelie was sitting in her large armchair, as always reading one of her books, blanket draped over her feet as they were pulled under her. She leaned her head on her hand, passing the time until her man was due back from his unavoidable doctor visit. 

Angela insisted on it. But then again, Angela liked to insist on a lot of things that Amelie did not agree with. She found it odd that despite it all, the medic did not find some nanite composite that could help Reinhardt more. All she seemed to do was pump him full of meds for whatever pain he had.

The sound of the door opening drew her attention, looking up to see him walking in, a smile on her lips.

“Cherie, how did it go?”, Amelie asked before closing her book and placing it on the table next to the chair.

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@licnhardt

She is randomly sending him pics of wedding dresses in hopes of some input. A last text follows.

Text to Mon Coeur: I just want a simple dress

Amelie pauses, the massive catalogue resting in her lap.

Text to Mon Coeur: Help