#anahardt week

[nyaarr]

I need the avpol April list, or the avpol week, or whatever it is that we are doing this year *right now* so I can start dedicating the 5 minutes I have every day to get something done.

[scoutdoodles]

Anahardt Week Day 5: “Pillow”

There’s always an exception! 

I keep drawing her in her hijab part out of laziness and part out of the fact I’ve always thought they were quite pretty! 

[anahardtweek]

ANAHARDT WEEK 2018!

Welcome to Anahardt Week!

A seven day event for all things Ana Amari and Reinhardt Wilhelm, All contributions are welcome, whether art, fic, or anything else to bring more love to the best grandparents ever!

This year it will run from Wensday, February 14th to Wensday February 21st, 2018!

P R O M P T S:


Day 1: “Sugar”

Day 2: “Date Night”

Day 3: “Games”

Day 4: “Ink”

Day 5: “A Moment of Peace and Quiet”

Day 6: “Travel”

Day 7: “Once Upon A Time”

Remember, this is for fun! There is no right or wrong way to interpret a prompt, only that it helps bring more love for the pairing ❤️ Don’t worry about being on time, or doing them all, even. Every little bit of love offered to this pairing is welcome!

Do your best! And be sure to tag everything with #AnahardtWeek so we can see!

If you have any questions feel free to message me here! 


-Fallen ❤️

[turbofennec]

OK I DIDN’T HAVE ANY TIME TODAY BUT I WANTED TO DRAW SOMETHING FOR ANAHARDT WEEK NONETHELESS,,,

 have another mediocre anahardt doodle from yours truly

[unto-the-dawn]

Reinhardt has waited for years to say anything, one of the few times in his life that he’s ever kept anything quiet. Years of his life have passed, along with so many chances. He shouldn't have taken her for granted.

For day 2 of AnaHardt week, “When we were young”.

Rating: T+

Word Count: 1945

Content warning: Canonical character psuedo-death (guess who)

[adatedreference]

Snow Angel

It wasn’t that Ana had never seen snow before, her various trips with the Egyptian Military as well as the time she’d spent in Vancouver with her Husband had given her some experience with it; snow was crunchy as it fell and lightly dusted the streets and nearly hard-packed enough ice the next day. This? This was different. It was light, fluffy and though the cold should have been unwelcoming, there was an undeniable magic to it that screamed out to her and the Overwatch team was all too happy to show her all the wonders of it. Most of them anyways.

They were in Switzerland, sequestered in a lodge a little outside Davos, investigating rumours of an Omnic Cell with some potentially deadly ambitions and Blackwatch had left to do their Recon; not before young Jesse McCree had demanded they save the first snowball fight for him.... a demand that had already fallen through.

The grounds outside the cabin were dug up with a fitting degree of military precision, snow barricades and various forms of cover had dotted the area and everyone there had been split up into two teams. It was nearly midday and the teams had dwindled down to three people a piece:

Ana had picked off almost all of the more junior members on Jack’s team despite her inexperience, while Jack’s schoolboyish crush was shining through as he had been trying and failing to show off and get Ana the entire time. Torbjorn, whose little ones had clearly trained him into an expert Snowball Fighter, had picked his slack up with no trouble and demolished most of her team. Winston (on Jack’s team) and Tracer (on her own) were entirely focused on their “duel”, which between Winston’s leaps and Tracer’s constant blinking was an amazing spectacle.

And that left her with only... Lieutenant Wilhelm. He was gigantic, and oafish and... glorious. If he hadn’t been there she likely would have already struck out the other two on the other side, but between the hilarity of watching him try to hide behind snow embankments designed for someone half his height with his knees by his ears and watching the way his hair whipped past his face and highlighted that jaw when he did try to throw a snowball? Well she was... a little distracted. He had seemed to pull something and had been walking with one arm almost limp all day though and.... where was he, anyways?

She saw Jack out of the corner of her eye and saw the sly smirk as they made eye contact. She wondered for a second if he actually thought competing so hard would actually get him the attention he wanted, then ran for the nearest cover as he shouted:

“I’ve got you in my sights!”

Wait... wasn’t there supposed to be an embankment here? She was caught out in the open, Jack was focused and she was out of ammo. She braced herself for impact.

“I will be your shield!”

She hadn’t braced herself for him. Reinhardt had dashed out beside her and there was a bright flash of blue; his arm hadn’t been limp, he’d just hidden his shield up his sleeve and only unveiled it at that very moment. She looked at his face and at the wild, goofy shit-eating grin it bore nearly ear-to-ear and she doubled over laughing.

The last snowballs smacked into the shield and as it came down she saw it. The embankment, or rather what was left of it, sculpted into the biggest snowball she had ever seen, careening through the air right at their dumbfounded Commander. It picked Jack right off his feet and Ana collapsed into the snow, rolling in a breathless fit of laughter that was only calmed somewhat as Rein turned towards.

“Scheeengel” he said, almost reverently.

Did... did he just call her? No, Fareeha had told her about this, she was rolling in the snow and had accidentally made a snow angel. She looked up at him, still sporting his signature big, dumb grin; the sun was nearly at its zenith and the glare off the snow brightened his features immensely. The cold was clearly starting to get even to him, as his cheeks had gone a rosy pink looking down at her. He shook his head for a quick second and offered her a gloved hand up... as a snowball smacked him right in the shoulder.

“It’s not the size of the snowball that counts, it’s how you use it!” Torbjorn called out triumphantly.

He seemed to revel in his small victory before some disgruntled if euphemistic cursing erupted from the porch; Blackwatch had returned and a very disgruntled McCree walked out onto the field with a look of betrayal on his face and arms already filled with snowballs.

“It’s High Noon!” He shouted, as he readied his barrage.

[overgosh]

Chapter 4 is up! This one features a post-Crisis flashback in Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Fareeha visits, and there is an actual bedtime story involved!

If you’re an Ana/Reinhardt fan, give it a read! ;u; Thanks guys!

[whimsywimp]

Anahardt week 2019 Day 2: Snow

man, I am slow at finishing these -w-’’ Tried to paint the snow, buuut I’m not quite there yet with digital painting :v one day I’ll get there... one day ;v;

[artofthecavern]

Sugar and Spice, but Not On the Ice

Fandom: Overwatch (Jack Morrison x Gabriel Reyes)

Tags: Hurt / comfort, fluff, Light angsts, Background Anahardt, background McHanzo.

Summary: John "Please call me Jack" Morrison began his skating career on his family pond, and where fell in love with the sport of Ice Hockey. He is the current Captain for the Washington Overwatch, a veteran player who has hoisted the Stanley cups two times so far. He continues to strive for his third, wanting that magic number.

Gabriel Reyes was the only hockey player in his class growing up in the sunny land of LA California. Watching the LA Kings on TV was his favorite past time and he so very badly wanted to play with them one day. He did make it to the NHL, but was drafted to the Washington Overwatch instead. This is where he met John "Jack" Morrison, as he was drafted to the team two years later.

They hoisted the cup together twice, and it was the happiest moments in their lives. Time continues to move on though, and so do teams, and so do their players... Notes: WOOO!! This is my first posted fanfiction in over... probably four or more years!!  I've read this and tweaked this thing I don't even know how many times over the past week and am indeed sorry if there is any errors in the writing, as I don't have a Beta lol.  PLEASE CLICK HERE FOR AO3 AND ENJOY!!!

[hananamichan]

How about you? What got you to ship HanMei? :)

Sorry for long wait!

I had a lot of exams in this week ‘^^

Ohoho this is a very long story …

So let me start from the beginning.

It was when I was slowly entering the Fandom OW. I met ships like Gency, Anahardt, Widowtracer, Reaper76 and McHanzo.At the beginning I wanted to know why McHanzo is so popular, maybe I even tried to like this ship. But with time, I got tired of reading fanfics with the same pattern (drinking twat Hanzo, where he is always saved by McCree.) At Wattpad it’s a lot of fanfics with this ship, I do not know how about Ao3 because I do not read any fics with this ship yet. In the end, I slowly realized that I do not see Hanzo as a gay, and I see McCree as a more womanziner and in my opinion he would not be dating a guy who hurt his friend from Blackwatch.So I started looking for a hetero ship with Hanzo that I would even ship when Overwatch get bored me.

First, I met Healing Arrow (Hanzo x Mercy).

…

Not bad … But I prefer Gency. I would ship it only as a platonic ship (after all, Mercy saved Genji from Hanzo, and she would not date with him, knowing what he had done to his brother). So I was looking further.

I then came across Hanmetra (hanzo x Symmetra).

…

Nah

Not for me.

And then I found HanMei.

At first I was surprised but curious at the same time. I wanted to know the reason for the ship’s creation. I started looking for fanfics with them on Wattpad. Unfortunately, I did not find anything that would catch my attention, so I started looking on other websites and then I found the AO3.I read some first random shot with this ship. Well, I’ve been reading more since then.

This ship captivated me immediately after I met how this ship was created and how their relationship works. I even love such relationships based on the warm feelings that is exemplified by HanMei. Mei is a good-natured person, Hanzo is a bit cold with a hard past that he can not reconcile with. Mei is perfect for him not only because she is warm and friendly, but she could, to some extent, understand Hanzo’s pain and help him through this (tragedy on the Ecopoint).

I was so delighted with this ship that I started to write with them some fics on the Polish Wattpad (thanks me, some people started like this ship too! ^^), maybe when I will be more bolder in writing English, maybe I will translated all my one-shots and fanfictions on AO3? Maybe when I will be after exams, I will try to do it, and finally to do the OTP challenge.

Even I planned to draw some comics!

I have a lot of ideas with this ship ^^

[windsofbeleriand]

Anahardt Week 2018 // Day 7 - Once Upon a Time

Time for fairytale storytime kids, so come and sit down and enjoy this merfolk and pirate AU because that’s ALWAYS a great thing! Plus Ana already had her corsair pirate skin and Reinhardt makes a pretty cool merman. :P 

@anahardtweek

[nyaarr]

Hi I’ve read your anahardt fanfic last week and finished both two parts…would i know the update of part third ( sorry for my bad english )

Hi!

Hope this means you enjoyed it enough to want another part ;)

The third part however, hasn't gone anywhere yet. There's quite a lot of the first chapter written down as a short of snippets across the years, but I'm not sure I have the drive to finish it anymore.

Truth is OW2 isn't something I enjoy playing much nowadays ~~well, I haven't enjoyed the game for years, but now with the battlepass system and all the $$ skins even less.

I have been surviving out of copium for a long time but there's less and less people creating content and keeping me afloat in this fandom...

Anyway. If you want more WFI have a look around my stories. There's an anahardt from 2018 that's kind of an ending to the series. It is also the story that started it all.

On better news, I am writing another anahardt that's almost finished and I will post it here and on twitter when it's done.

Thank you for stopping by :) <3

[scoutdoodles]

Silly kids don’t ya know the more of a fuss you put up the louder they get!

Super late Anahardt week day...umm...not sure what day it was but the prompt was music! Which means Reinhardt singing! So here’s Anahardt with kid/squire in tow! 

[anahardtweek]

It’s almost that most wonderful time of year...

AKA Anahardt week!

Get ready to show love to your favorite set of grandparents in 2018 for Feb 14-21!

[nitewrighter]

hey I came from AO3 finally and I am here to request some form of Anahardt I'll take anything I can get

Ahhh I’m sorry! You’ve sent me an ask for Anahardt before but it got buried under other prompts! Have some Post-Honor-And-Glory-First Impressions Anahardt.

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The scar was mostly healed at this point, but it still ached more in the cold. Overwatch told him they could replace his eye with a prosthetic but it didn’t feel right. He could adapt. He could adjust. It was a reminder of what he was here for. He looked at Balderich’s coin emblazoned with the Overwatch insignia and turned it over in his fingers and looked out the window of the transport. It was just a cloud bank below, but he could feel Germany behind him. Several snowy peaks thrust themselves up through the clouds. He wasn’t too far, at least. He looked at the massive steel crate which stored and cooled his armor, and then gave a glance over to his hammer. It could be disassembled for easy travel as well, but he didn’t like being too far from it. Not since Eichenwalde, anyway.

“Now arriving at Zurich Headquarters,” the ship’s AI announced. Reinhardt’s scar ached with his ears as the orca made its descent. Reinhardt gave one last glance to the Overwatch coin in his hands before pocketing it. The Orca touched down and Reinhardt undid the safety belt criss-crossing over his chest, rolling his shoulders as he rose to his feet and picked up his duffel. The sealed doors of the Orca opened to a somewhat cloudy sky and a broad tarmac and a chaotic scene of vehicles taking off and various crates being wheeled speedily and desperately on hover-dollies across the blacktop.

 It was still the height of the crisis back then, and Zurich headquarters was little more than a glorified airport where a handful of UN members were still trying to corral international forces into an actual cohesive team. These were messy and chaotic days, and there was a few seconds where Reinhardt found himself stuck in place, watching the business and desperation of it all, There were a handful of uniformed, together-looking units making their way to transport vehicles, but for the mostpart it was a storm of vehicles and people, each somehow miraculously making their way to their intended place. He heard a sharp whistle and glanced down the door/landing ramp of the orca to see a stunning woman in a blue beret with long black hair, olive-brown skin, and a tattoo trailing down from her left eye. If he was being completely honest with himself, she was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His breath caught in his throat but he quickly maintained composure. Don’t gawk. Crusaders knew how to conduct themselves when it counted. Balderich would want him to make a good first impression. She wasn’t looking at him, but rather down at a tablet.

“First name Reinhardt, last name, Wilhelm–Is that right?” her accent was lovely and Reinhardt took a beat to try and readjust himself to english so he wouldn’t just word-vomit German when it was his turn to speak. “Did we enter that ri—?” she spoke after an assistant who was hurrying by but sighed and shrugged as he ran out of earshot just as quickly has he came. She paused as she glanced up from her tablet and found herself looking at a solarplexus where she expected to see a face. She corrected her line of sight and craned her neck upward to Reinhardt’s face. Her eyes widened.

“…Reinhardt Wilhelm?” she said, looking up at him.

Reinhardt cleared his throat and bowed. “Y-yes. Former First Lieutenant of the Crusaders, filling in for Balderich Von Adler. At your service.”

“Big…” Ana blurted out then caught herself, “Big help! I mean we’re sure you’ll be a big help, Lieutenant Wilhelm. I’m Ana Amari,” she held out her hand and he shook it, “Captain. Formerly of Egyptian Special Forces.”

“An honor,” he said with a bow of his head. Reinhardt glanced over his shoulder to see several people had loaded the crate with his armor in it onto a hover dolly and was being laboriously pushed down the orca landing ramp.

“Don’t worry, we’ve all heard the stories. We’ll be sure your armor is well taken care of and ready for your first mission with us,” said Ana, already walking. Reinhardt quickly started walking after her, “Unfortunately we’ve only been officially commissioned by the UN for a few weeks, so you can imagine things have been…”

“Busy?” said Reinhardt as someone rushed past him.

“’Busy’ is generous. I like ‘chaotic,’” said Ana, “We’ve still only mobilized a handful of those commissioned for the Overwatch Initiative. I’m afraid not everyone is as punctual as Germany. The States have thrown a lot of weaponry our way, but they’re being very mysterious about their manpower. We have a good deal of the EU backing us, which is good because the machines are already flooding into Switzerland—” there was a shout behind Reinhardt coming from the Orca and Reinhardt turned on his heel to see three men struggling to lift his hammer onto a hover dolly but clearly having a lot of trouble.

“Easy! Easy!” Reinhardt sprinted back up the ramp and grabbed the handle of his hammer and took it from them, “I can carry it. It’s fine,” he said, walking down the ramp with the hammer.

“Mish mumkin, what were they feeding you over in Germany?” said Ana, watching as Reinhardt carried the hammer with ease.

“…Food?” said Reinhardt, shouldering his hammer.

“…I’ll make a note for the commissary,” said Ana. She continued walking with Reinhardt following in suit as she tapped through her tablet. “We’ve tried to conduct ourselves as swiftly and secretly as possible for a global initiative but…” she huffed, “As you can imagine machines have an easier time organizing themselves than people. Judging by current movements we may need to send you out to Thun as early as 0300 hours.”

“I would be happy to crush as many bastion units as you need, Captain Amari,” said Reinhardt, “You need only name the time and the place.”

“I like your attitude, soldier,” said Ana, smiling, “And your beauty mark.”

“Beauty…?” Reinhardt spoke in question but Ana motioned to her left eye. 

Reinhardt’s own hand went to his scar. “Ah. Yes. Well. I like yours too. Your beauty–your eye–mark–tattoo–yes,” he cleared his throat and she snickered.

“It’s an eye of horus,” said Ana, “For protection.”

“Well… I hope I am able to serve you as well as your tattoo, Captain Amari,” said Reinhardt with a smile.

“Stick with me, Wilhelm,” she said, giving him a gentle punch in the arm as they walked, “I’ll get us home safe.”

[btwrites-overwatch]

oh my god another writer I need to know what are your thoughts on Anahardt...?

rubs my gritty little hands together a third time

reinhardt fell hard for ana early into the formation of overwatch. he’d always had a way with the ladies (and fellows) and typically found himself pursued, but this was the first time he had to be the one chasing. however, ana was married at the time, and was quick to turn him down. he respected her wishes and backed off, settling instead for friendship (though he still thought of her very fondly)

it hurt his heart to know ana was taken, but when he heard fareeha was on the way, he couldn’t help but be ecstatic! he was extremely happy for ana and her husband both, and made sure ana didn’t strain herself too hard during her pregnancy

ana was faithful to her spouse, but she did begin to feel softly toward reinhardt while pregnant. she blamed it largely on the hormones and the fact he was so nice to her, but even years after fareeha had been born, she still had more-than-platonic feelings for him that only grew. she stayed loyal, however, and deemed it unprofessional to start up a relationship with a coworker (especially since that relationship would be an affair)

when her husband passed, reinhardt was there for her as much as he could. she was and still is a strong woman, but even people as tough as nails need to cry sometimes. he was the one she let herself be the most weak around, spending hours grieving to him

reinhardt didn’t see the passing as an opportunity, though the thought did cross his mind. he tamped it out once and never thought of it again, feeling shameful for days afterward

their relationship from there only got stronger, but they never fully got together. it was hinted and prodded at to the point the other members of the strike team were just biding their time waiting for them to confess, but it never happened despite all the warm embraces, soft words, and gentle hand-holding. gabriel was disappointed and torb had a mind to go make reinhardt tell them already, but was dissuaded by an influx of work

when ana “died,” it tore reinhardt to shreds. he’d never mourned someone so much, and never did again. even years after it happened, just the thought of her would bring him to tears

when he finally got word of the mysterious bounty hunter shrike, he couldn’t help but think it was ana. no matter how much he told himself she was dead, that it was impossible for her to still be out fighting, he couldn’t convince himself. her casket was a closed one, and was suspiciously light when he carried it. right before the recall, he had plans to go find shrike – but, of course, those plans were cut short

he spent a lot of time thinking about shrike, about how, if it truly was ana, she would answer the recall and reunite with her friends. he waited a long, long time for her, and slowly began to lose hope, but his patience served him well. shrike answered the recall and did, in fact, reveal herself to be ana amari. he cried on her for a long time and she apologized for not letting him know sooner

presently, they both have a lot of jokes about how ana matches him now, being blind in one eye and all. they’re both able to make fun of themselves easily

reinhardt’s very gentle with her. she knows he’s scared he’ll hurt her, but that doesn’t stop her from telling him she’s not as fragile as he thinks. she likes being doted on that way, however, and won’t admonish him much

they’re the cute old couple that are still as in love as they were the first months they were together. they like to do the more domestic activities for the crew’s needs, like picking up food or retrieving new clothes. it’s the closest they’ll get to normality, though they both know they’d be terribly bored if they had average lives

reinhardt’s a real old-fashioned romantic and loves to send ana letters (though their bunks are right across from each other), dance with her, and take her on fancy dinners whenever the rare opportunity presents itself. he refuses to go places without her, and the both of them won’t go on missions without the other. how else will they protect one another?

ana takes care of most of reinhardt’s ailments or injuries. angela’s relieved for that, since she’s already so busy and reinhardt is almost constantly getting a scrape or burn of some kind

reinhardt wants to learn arabic, but the lessons tend to be boring and his attention goes elsewhere. ana finds it funny

ana definitely wears the pants of the relationship. she calls most of the shots, decides which missions they’ll go on, and their schedule for the week. reinhardt’s fine with it, believing her judgement to be better than his own

their relationship is very well known among the members of overwatch. they don’t much care for hiding it as they might’ve in their younger years