Overwatch Reader Inserts

The Beautiful Ones, Reinhardt

(Y/n) yawned, sitting up and looking over at the clock. It was only six but she knew he'd be getting up soon to go train. He started earlier than he had when he was still in Overwatch. At least back then she could convince her mountain of a man to sleep in a bit, much to Morrison's displeasure. He needed to rest, they had been in a tough situation yesterday with some local thugs and he took the brunt of the fight.

(Y/n) cut the alarm off before it had a chance to go off in the next few minutes. She slipped quietly out of bed and out into the hall, padding downstairs to the room their goddaughter was using. (Y/n) knew that she would be awake, preparing for the routine morning sparring match, so she knocked on the door.

"Goodmorning, (Y/n)." Brigitte smiled brightly despite the early hour. "I didn't expect you to be awake yet."

"I'm also not sure why I'm awake but I wanted to use it for good." (Y/n) chuckled. "I think you both deserve a morning off, especially after yesterday's exciting adventure." She hinted, knowing the young Lindholm would be smart enough to know it was for her mentor's sake.

"I think that's a fantastic idea. I will see you two later then." She shut her door and (Y/n) made her way back upstairs to her own bedroom.

Reinhardt was still sound asleep, obviously exhausted after the ordeal in town the day before. He was on his side, facing the window, his white hair a mess in the early morning light barely peeking through the space between the curtains. (Y/n) crawled back into bed, careful not to disturb him. Her mind wandered back to the night she first met him, both drunk at a karaoke bar on 'Oldies Night'.

He was there with Jesse on a rare night off from missions and training. (Y/n) was dragged along with some of the other low rank agents of Overwatch to cut loose. She remembers a few of the women in her group gawking that they had ended up at the same bar as the heroes, joking about how they weren't brave enough to go talk to them. (Y/n) had found their shyness ridiculous as they worked near them almost every day. Of course she had never actually met them either but they were human too.

She made her way to the bar to escape their giggles and jokes about flirting, waving down the bartender and ordering a pint of the cheapest beer on tap. She felt a strong presence to her left and turned to see Reinhardt standing there trying to grab the bartender's attention. He was larger than she expected, all muscle and brawn.

"Ah, that beer is no good. You might want to try the hefeweizen they carry, much better flavor." The German man smiled down at her as she took her beer from the counter. She was surprised he was speaking to her.

"Oh, uh, I usually have much better taste in my beers but if they expect me to sing tonight I'll have to be pretty toasted so the cheaper the better on my wallet."

"A beautiful woman like you is sure to have a voice to match." The blond leaned against the counter, waiting for his draft to be poured. His flirting made her blush.

"Well we'll definitely see." She could see the other girls at the table giving her the thumbs up and winking. "Are you going to be singing tonight? I'm not sure what they consider 'oldies' as I grew up listening to what my mom grew up on which was very seventies and eighties centric." Reinhardt chuckled.

"Absolutely. I was brought up on Hasselhof and Billie Eilish." (Y/n) couldn't stop the snort when she laughed.

"That's quite the odd combination." She grew redder at the way he chuckled at her laughter. She'd only had a sip so she couldn't blame it on the beer.

"Let's say '84. You and me."

"Why that year?"

"It was the year my parents were born. And that year was filled with great music." Reinhardt winked. He already knew his song, she realized.

"I can't disagree I suppose. I'll need time to think and drink, if you will." She took her beer back to the table of coworkers and tried to ignore their teasing. She was going to pick the best damn song her soon to be drunk ass could sing.

Some of her coworkers went up and sang some old Rihanna song, Jesse sang some god awful rendition of Old Town Road which he drunkenly blamed his grandpa for introducing him to, but Reinhardt stayed seated as more and more people went up to sing. He was nursing his now sixth beer and patiently waiting for some sort of signal, she guessed, to show she had figured it out. (Y/n) finally gave him a nod, smirking and finishing her seventh beer.

(Y/n) nearly choked on her drink when he made it to the stage and pointed at her and winked. Of course it was a David Hasselhoff song, she could tell that much based on the year he had set as the challenge and the music itself. It was 'Our First Night Together' and the way he sang made her laugh. He was so charismatic and into the beat, fanning his hand over the crowd dramatically and playing up the theatrics as best he could. How had she been so fortunate to be dragged to a bar she hadn't wanted to go to and now Reinhardt Wilhelm was singing a practically ancient song to her. When he finished his grand display, she stood up and cheered the loudest.

As he made it back to his seat, (Y/n) was pushed on stage by her coworkers, eager to hear her rebuttal to the crusader. She laughed as Jesse clapped him on the back and nearly fell over from his intoxication. As the beat started, she sent up a tiny prayer to the Prince himself that she could hit the high notes.

"This one goes out to the beautiful ones." She said in a velvety tone, locking eyes with his stormy blue one. (Y/n) closed her eyes to cope with her nerves, trying to sway with the rhythm to distract herself.

"Baby, baby, baby

What's it gonna be

Baby, baby, baby

Is it her or is it me?

Don't make me waste my time

Don't make me lose my mind baby"

She changed the pronoun to fit her odd situation and opened her eyes again, still focused on the blond at the corner table.

"Baby, baby, baby

Can't you stay with me tonight

Oh baby, baby, baby

Don't my kisses please you right

You were so hard to find

The beautiful ones, they hurt you every time"

She was really belting it out, cheekily gesturing that she was singing to Jesse much to his confusion. Reinhardt's face was filled with awe. That night was the first of many he would look at her that way.

(Y/n) smiled when Reinhardt rolled over and pulled her into his strong embrace. The sneak had been awake the whole time she had gone to talk to Brigitte.

"I heard you turn off the alarm, schmusebärchen. You are trying to make me soft."

"You're already a softy, you big lug. I'm trying to make you rest, you aren't as young as the fights you like to pick deem." She stretched and kissed his lips.

"Are you calling me old?" He scoffed.

"Absolutely. The beautiful ones will hurt you everytime." (Y/n) half sang, winking at her husband.

"Jesse still vouches that I won that karaoke battle."

"What would he know?" She grinned, snuggling into his chest and closing her eyes. "He has a horrible taste in music."

AN: First off, for sure listen to The Beautiful Ones by Prince, 10/10 song that I've had stuck in my head for weeks thanks to rewatching Purple Rain for the hundredth time. Secondly, I started writing this during a power outage and was trying to write a Roadhog story but then realized I never wrote about the German teddy bear. Lastly, (man I'm back in second or third grade having to write three paragraph stories using transition words) lastly I am totally not procrastinating my Stardew fic (that I haven't even published anywhere) by writing Sherlock, Overwatch, and PotC fics.