Reinhardt x reader

Suggestions Accepted

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."