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Reinhardt // Drinking Games

Prompt 103. Tol and Smol™

[Rating: PG13]
[Wordcount: 1615]
[Summary: A young Reinhardt gets you drunk.]
[Genre: Fluff]
[Unedited]

Requested by MsBreWatkins

     As per the Crusader's traditions, celebrations were tied hand in hand with heavy drinking. And, after a decisive victory while defending Stuttgart, they had much to celebrate. Tomorrow they would move to fight in Eichenwalde, but tonight they would rejoice.

     Incontestably and unsurprisingly, the most enthusiastic Crusader in the room was Reinhardt. He was the life of the party, with a confident smile and thundering voice as he expressed his pride in the glory the unit had procured in Stuttgart, his shoulders squared and his posture sure. Even out of his armor, his figure was imposing and towered over most of the people near him, you especially. 

     It was a bit daunting. When you wore your armor, the size difference wasn't nearly as noticeable. For you to be out of it, craning your neck to look up at Reinhardt from your seat across the room, made you feel vulnerable. The only other woman in your unit (even she was taller than you, if only by a few inches), Mila, had retired early, claiming to be exhausted from the fight and not in the mood to babysit a group of drunk knights. This left you feeling even more awkward and out-of-place. Just to have gotten your beer off of the bar counter, you'd needed to squeeze between two of your comrades, barely noticeable next to their looming figures.

     Perhaps you could slip out early. You could leave a tip on the counter and sneak right out the front door, and nobody would even guess that you were missing. It's not as though you wouldn't see everybody tomorrow, anyway.

     As you were about to stand to leave, though, Reinhardt came barreling over to you with a delighted grin. You knew the moment you met his eyes that he wouldn't be one to let you leave without a fight. Still, you smiled. At least he would be keeping you company. 

     "(Y/N)!" he boomed. "You were beautiful as always on the battlefield today!"

     You laughed, setting your drink to the side as you gestured for him to sit down. "I can't say I stood out nearly as much as you did."

     "Nonsense! Even in such heavy armor, you moved with unparalleled grace." He collapsed into the wooden seat in front of you, and you worried for a moment that it would break upon impact; it didn't, and Reinhardt slung one of his arms across the back of it. "I must be honest: I had my doubts about having female knights in my unit."

     You raised an eyebrow, your smile faltering. You'd heard this spiel enough from other people. "Is that so?"

     He waved off your unease good-naturedly. "Of course my opinion was changed rather quickly. In the beginning, I didn't think that women belonged out there in the middle of danger. Not because I considered you weak or frail, but because I felt it was my job to protect you. In fact, it was a constant distraction in our earliest fights together; I was more worried about you than the fight around me."

    "What about Mila? She has been fighting among your ranks for longer than I have." You reclaimed your glass, taking a hesitant sip.

     Reinhardt turned up his nose. "Mila does not count as a woman. She is a brutal creation built for destruction."

     You tried to hide your amused smile at his claim. "Alright then, you were preoccupied with keeping me safe in the heat of battle, then. Care to elaborate?"

     "I was back then. I was sure you would be a senseless causality. It only took a few battles for me to be proven wrong. You are a very competent knight capable of defending yourself."