#hanzhardt

[nucleartuna]

Another update

I will not deactivate my tumblr, but it’s highly unlikely that I will continue to post art and stuff here, SO FoLLOw mY tWITTeRS. Normal art twitter has all the usual stuff and nsfw twitter has all teh sexytime fanart, look no further if yer a degenerate who likes thicc guys with big racks and weird intersex stuff. You can find my patreon link there if you’re interested it’s all very much wip. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ      ART TWITTER (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ  NSFW TWITTER  Should you follow radioactive fishes on twitter? In this economy? Here is what tuna likes and most likely will do fanart of: ♡One Piece ♡BnHA ♡Overwatch ♡SnK ♡Tolkien ♡Skyrim  ✿Mihawk ✿Garp ✿Zoro ✿Shanks ✿Buggy ✿Perona ✿Jinbe ✿Law ✿Hanzo ✿McCree ✿Reinhardt 

(and many more ofc)

[vermillionsketcher]

fancy suits for a fancy date on fancy paris map

[offdensen]

s-same... the same hair? SAME HAIR! SAME HAIR!! SAME HAIR!! SAME HAIR!!!

bonus:

[jjkmagic]

Hunter and Prey - Rarepair Week Day 5

Title: Hunter and Prey

Pairing: Reinzo

Word Count: 1279 Summary: Reunion - When Hanzo agreed to join Overwatch at the request of his brother he forgot to even consider who he might meet there as well. Reinhardt Wilhelm was not just a former target of Hanzo, he was also still as ridiculously charming and attractive as he had been when Hanzo realized that this was a target he’d take a pass on... for personal reasons. A/N: Day 5, woohoo! Probably the last one I’ll do, kinda lacking inspiration for the other two... Anyway, unedited again. I’ll get back to it but for now I’m just amazed I even wrote that many ficlets in a week at all^^

Hunter and Prey

There was one thing Hanzo had overseen when he joined Overwatch.

Admittedly, learning that his brother who he had believed to be dead for ten years was very much still alive had left him shell-shocked, a shock he had only overcome on the outside. On the inside he was very much still trying to cope, so surely he could be forgiven this one oversight.

Thankfully there was no one around when he finally noticed his mistake himself, standing in the door of the rec room after having just arrived on base. There was no one in the room except for one Reinhardt Wilhelm, former Crusader, former Overwatch Lieutenant and also former assassination target of one Hanzo Shimada. Needless to say he had been a target that Hanzo had passed on… though not right away.

Reinhardt turned to him then, realizing he was not alone anymore, but Hanzo was still rooted to the spot when recognition lit up the German’s face and then a bellowing laugh filled the room, freeing Hanzo from his stupor.

Hanzo’s stomach lurched, though he couldn’t exactly say why. To say he was unprepared for this encounter was an understatement. He was about as prepared for it as he had been for Genji suddenly appearing in Shimada castle, namely not at all.

“So we meet again!” The Crusader’s booming voice declared. “Here to finish the job?”

Hanzo was moving before he had made the conscious decision to do so, taking an aborted step forward. “No!”

He was left flustered after his outburst, staring at a patient blue eye directed at him, expectantly.

“No, I… I joined Overwatch.”

Reinhardt approached him, smile brightening. “Did you now?”

He wasn’t even close, stopping a few feet in front of him but Hanzo felt cornered all the same. “I did. Genji asked me to.” Hanzo looked at Reinhardt then, really looked at him, and the realization sunk in that he was really here. He had not even considered that possibility. “I see you’re not retired anymore either.”

The laughter that followed warmed his heart though he’d never say it.

“Retirement just didn’t suit me.”

Hanzo smiled at that, a small uncertain thing but there. “I can imagine.”

He saw Reinhardt’s eyes crinkle as the giant of a man took another step closer. Hanzo was merely watching, waiting. The moment he had caught sight of the man he had known that this encounter was out of his control, so he’d wait and see what the other man, one he had never even considered he’d meet again, made of it.

“I never thought I’d get the chance to ask,” Reinhardt said slowly, carefully, “but I never stopped wondering… Why didn’t you finish the job back then?”

Hanzo’s head snapped up, facing the man, like a deer caught in headlights. It hadn’t occurred to him before.

“You knew,” he mouthed almost soundlessly as his voice left him.

Reinhardt only laughed again. “Of course I knew. I knew the moment you set foot in that bar. You were simply too pretty for that part of the town.”

Heat rose to Hanzo’s cheeks unbidden. “Then why didn’t you...”

Did what exactly? Knock him out at the first chance he got, instead of inviting him for a drink? Call him out, hand him over to the authorities, instead of telling great tales of victories and losses, of friendship and loss. Leave him behind once he had admittedly had a little too much, instead of carrying him all the way back to his hotel, leaving him water and pills for the incoming headache.

“I thought about it,” the German admitted, “but I wanted to see who you are first. So young and yet so sure of yourself.” Hanzo allowed himself a soft chuckle at the memory. “In retrospect it was the worst possible idea to approach you. I had seen pictures of course, but when I saw you sitting there I knew I’d have no chance besting you in hand to hand. But at that point I was already too curious to back down.”

Reinhardt chuckled as well, a surprisingly tame sound from the boisterous man. “You were an attentive listener.”

Hanzo looked up at him then, and when had the man gotten so much closer? “You were a great storyteller,” the archer admitted admiringly. “At first it was just a job but of course I had heard tales about the Crusaders of Germany and then hearing them again from yourself I realized there was just no way a hero like you should have to die.”

Reinhardt’s expression turned incredibly soft then, his hand raised to Hanzo’s shoulder, a surprisingly grounding touch.

“A hero, huh?” the man asked, an amused little smirk on his face that Hanzo couldn’t help but mirror.

“What else would you call yourself?” he asked, curious.

“Me?” Reinhardt chuckled. “Nothing more than an old man.”

Hanzo snorted, amused and awed at the man’s show humbleness. “I definitely have to disagree there.”

Hanzo was absolutely sure he hadn’t moved since that first aborted step into the room and yet Reinhardt was right in front of him now, closing the distance between them with slow but sure steps as if approaching a startled animal, yet Hanzo had no desire to run.

“What would you say then?”

There eyes met then, grayish-brown and one a deep sapphire blue, unblinking, expectant, both of them.

“I’d say you’re an admirable, brave, capable, charismatic, dedicated and all around awe-inspiring and handsome man.”

He could have gone on forever, but those wide eyes and the redness rushing to the taller man’s cheeks had him grow embarrassed himself, so he stopped and waited with bated breath. He had never before seen the other man speechless before and yet no words left those lips for a full minute, even though Hanzo could see him wet his lips in an attempt to speak up.

“Do you mean that?” the Crusader asked them, still adorably pink-faced.

Hanzo smirked up at him, invigorated by the reaction he had elicited.

“Of course. Otherwise you might not even be here,” Hanzo said, leaving the suggestion out there for Reinhardt to see as he wanted. The man’s reaction didn’t disappoint, laughing loudly at first but once Hanzo got a clear look at them those pupils were visibly dilated.

“Still so very, very confident, I like that.” One big hand reached up to cup his cheek and Hanzo leaned into to touch without hesitation. “Will you allow me to do something I also never thought I’d have the chance to do after missing my chance all that time ago?”

Hanzo leaned up, just shy of touching those lips.

“If it is the same thing I would have done myself if I hadn’t gotten to drunk to see it through, I certainly have no objections,” he whispered, feeling Reinhardt breathing onto his lips and knowing Reinhardt could feel his as well.

Their eyes met once more, eyes wide, pupils blown, until Hanzo saw Reinhardt lean in and he let his eyes fall closed instead. The first tentative touch of their lips had butterflies taking flight in his stomach and when was the first time he had felt like that? He pressed into the touch more insistently and Reinhardt gladly went along with it, arms wrapping around Hanzo’s body to pull him closer and keep him there. Hanzo went gladly.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Reinhardt had closed his own in bliss and Hanzo’s heart melted at the sight.

He hadn’t even considered meeting Reinhardt ever again but for once his life seemed insistent on granting him second chances and this one too, Hanzo would take gladly.

[extranaestheticinjection]

“Live with Honour” “In every Death comes Honour”

[brood-mother]

what’s up i wrote 7000+ words of comfy hanzhardt/reinzo (nsfw) if anyone wants to enjoy that

[nucleartuna]

So until today i had no idea reinzo was a thing, and i love your art of them. Your dragon hanzo is beautiful. Damnit they are very cute.

Thank youuu~~ Smol dragon Hanzo is very flattered!And yes reinzo is a thing! This pairing needs more art and fics spread the love! If you want tips there’s a collection of reinzo stuff at @hanzhardt and @nickst-nights has written some of my favourite fics and @vermillionsketcher has amazing art

[vermillionsketcher]

The spooky season is finally here and what better way to celebrate than with a tasty fall season feast! Happy Halloween everyone!!

thank you to everyone who came by and watched the streams i did while drawing this, i had a fun time interacting with you guys and occasionally getting the much appreciated second opinion haha. i may be continuing doing streams for the halloween mcgenji piece, too. also, i apologize to everyone who was cut off at the end of the recent stream, my computer decided to freeze up so i had to force a shut down. possibly come join me later on today or tonight for the mcgenji halloween piece! i’ll put out a notice when i start :)

[offdensen]

HUN THAT REINZO SFM IS BEAUTIFUL ❤️❤️❤️ I love all three of your work!!! Do you mind if I make the latest one my laptop lockscreen? Also, do you have the 4k version on your hand? :3c If you’re uncomfortable with that I understand but I love what you did so damn much!

thank you!! you’re very kind 💕

no, i don’t mind at all! it’s a huge compliment to me that you’d want to look at my sfm stuff regularly lol. i usually link to the 4k versions, but i forgot to for the most recent set; you can find those here 💕

[jjkmagic]

Dragon Blessing - Rarepair Week Day 3

Title: Dragon Blessing

Pairing: Reinzo

Word Count: 1052 Summary: Nightmare/Dream - Hanzo is pulled from his dreams, though he is quite sure his dragons suddenly summoning him to give him love advice can only be another even weirder dream. But well, weirder things have happened, like him having dragons at all, right? A/N: Ohoho! Did I catch up already? (After almost writing the wrong story first lol) Let’s see if I can keep it up^^ Un-edited, you know the drill~ I’ll get back to it eventually^^

Dragon Blessing

Hanzo hadn’t been dreaming, at least nothing specific he could recall, but he still noticed when he was suddenly pulled from it either way.

The next thing he knew was darkness, utter, all-encompassing darkness surrounded him but there was no need for worry.

A flicker of blue, and another, and then Soba and Udon appeared in a flash of blue scales and whiskers. They were small, not in their battle form, lazily twisting in the air, obviously relaxed. Whatever they had called him here for was obviously of no reason to worry.

“Young master,” they greeted him, their voices echoing in his mind, mere milliseconds apart.

“What do you need of me?” Hanzo asked, knowing not to sound too impatient but also needing to get to the point if he didn’t want to be roped into endless not-quite riddles of dragon wisdom.

The dragons chuckled, a deep reverberating sound.

“Nothing,” Udon replied.

“Nothing specific,” Soba added.

“In fact, we have all we need.”

“Yes, we do.”

Hanzo had never heard the dragons so excited before that they both decided to speak on their own rather than together.

“We just wanted to impart some advice,” Udon said then and Soba nodded along sagely.

Hanzo merely watched the peculiar display for a moment before asking. “What is it then?”

“That human you’re seeing,” Soba spoke up excitedly before his brother continued for him.

“Yes, him. You should keep him.” The dragons looked at each other for a moment and their voices morphed into one once more. Two piercing gazes of blue stared right at him as their owners solemnly declared: “We are rather fond of him.”

Hanzo almost laughed at their earnestness, a fond smile found its way onto his lips regardless. “Yes, I rather like him too.”

Udon looked at him then, observing him quietly. Then he nodded. “He’s good for you,” the dragon declared.

Hanzo nodded as well, accepting their advice. He didn’t need to be told that Reinhardt had been good for him, a look at his dragons was more than enough. How long had it been that he had seen them anything but angry, coiling and twisting in barely restrained rage. It was hard to believe that these small, almost pet-like forms before him now were the very same creatures he had barely been able to control as the years of his exile dragged on and on.

“I’ll try to do as you say,” Hanzo vowed, bowing slightly.

Soba visibly perked up. “It will be fine then!” he said and this time it was Udon who nodded along. “Yes. Never second best, after all. Young master couldn’t possibly fail.” Hanzo was horribly embarrassed at hearing Udon quote him. If that was all, he’d really rather leave before this got even weirder.

“If that is all,” he spoke up waiting until the dragons turned their attention to him again, “would you mind letting me resume my sleep now?”

The dragons cackled at that, actually cackled.

Again, it was Udon who spoke up first then though Soba joined in quickly enough.

“Yes, you may return into the arms of your human now.”

With that the dragons faded from his consciousness and Hanzo felt himself sinking into a dreamless sleep again. He was warm and content.

He awoke some time later feeling the same. As such he was unwilling to wake up fully just yet. He groaned softly, turning over without opening his eyes. The arm draped over his wait accommodated the move, tightening just the faintest bit once he had settled once more. Hanzo opened his eyes then, glancing up at his lover’s face to see if he had woken yet but was only greeted with soft snoring.

He lowered his gaze then, to the massive chest he was currently snuggled against and the thick white hair covering it. He ran his hands through it, petting it mindlessly for a moment. Reinhardt wasn’t ticklish, unlike Hanzo himself, so it didn’t bother him at all, as he merely kept on snoring through it all.

Hanzo wiggled out of his lover’s grasp then to move further up the bed. That was when he noticed them. Soba curled up at the head of the bed, his small body raising and falling with every breath he took, a soft, almost unnoticeable snore mixing with the sound of his lover’s. And if Soba was there, Hanzo looked around, and yes, there he was. Udon was all but draped across Reinhardt’s side. Thankfully Reinhardt slept rather easily or Udon would just fall off several times during the night. He probably wouldn’t even bother though if that was the case.

Hanzo huffed softly in place of a chuckle and turned to look at his lover. Reinhardt’s face was soft in his sleep, looking young despite the white hair and first deeper wrinkles. Thankfully the most noticeable of them were laugh lines as even in sleep his lover was smiling softly. Was he having a good dream? Hanzo could only wonder.

He made no conscious decision before his hands were already reaching up, tracing those lines with soft, careful movements.

Reinhardt wrinkled his nose, and Hanzo couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, as his fingers strayed further, unable to resist the feeling of that soft, well cared for beard beneath his fingertips.

The former Crusader grumbles softly before that heavenly blue eye is suddenly looking straight at him.

The arm he had wriggled out of is placed on his waist again, rubbing soft soft circles into his back.

“What is it, Liebling?” Reinhardt asks, his voice hushed but clear despite him still looking more asleep than awake.

“Nothing,” Hanzo replies just as softly, a drowsy little smirk on his own face, “just enjoying the view.”

Reinhardt smiles at that. “Ist das so?” Hanzo doesn’t get to reply before that arm is pulling him in, closer and a gentle kiss, and it is hard to believe that a man of such size is just so so gentle with him, is placed on his lips.

They’re both smiling as their lips connect and reconnect softly, unhurried. Hanzo knows the dragons must be awake too at this point but they’re wise enough not to interfere and are content enough just watching their master and his weird but surprisingly likable human.

[vermillionsketcher]

Ko-fi commission for @jacks-mom of some sweet lovely reinzo~

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[offdensen]

hanzo probably prides himself on being hard to embarrass, but then that goes right out the window when reinhardt picks him up for the first time with as much effort and tenderness as he would a small animal

4k version → mega.nz

[thehauntedumbrella]

I see no one's made any angst for this ship yet

[grimalkenkid]

“Lion and Dragon”

Some drabble I wrote because the Reinzo (or Hanzhardt) tag is lacking.

(Also, I blame @catatoplant​‘s really good Reinzo art for making me ship these two in the first place. I have descended into glorious shipping Hell!)

AO3 link.

           He didn’t deserve to be this happy. Whatever else he learned since joining Overwatch, that was the one thing Hanzo truly believed more than anything. There had been so many times in his life where he was told – to himself or by others – that he shouldn’t pursue his desires in favor of upholding his family’s legacy. And after the archer tried to kill Genji, he still denied himself out of some sense of honor, thinking that his unhappiness was suitable punishment for fratricide.

           But sometimes he forgot. Hanzo would begin to heal, to let go of the notion that he should be miserable, and find himself enjoying life. At least, before her remembered and once again tried to push away the things that made him happy.

           Which was why he set his game to the side and began scooting away from the man sitting next to him on the couch.

           ��Hm?” Reinhardt turned to Hanzo as he felt the smaller man move. “Forget something?”

           “No, it’s nothing.” Hanzo felt awful lying to him, but he couldn’t just say ‘I don’t deserve you.’ He’d done that once, and it had the opposite effect: Reinhardt was far too kind to accept the archer’s self-punishment. So really, it didn’t surprise him when he felt a large hand at his waist, pulling him onto the older man’s lap.

           The giant of a man didn’t say anything immediately, just wrapped his arms around Hanzo and stroked his hair. It wouldn’t take much for him to snap the archer in half, but he never felt like he was in danger. If anything, being held in those strong arms made him feel safer than he had in a long, long while. He loved it. That’s why it was so wrong.

           “Reinhardt…” he sighed in defeat. He already knew that the older man wouldn’t take his excuses. He was too stubborn to do so. And if Hanzo was being honest, he didn’t want that to change. He needed someone to give him the breaks and the affection he wouldn’t give himself.

           “Ich liebe dich, mein drachen,” the older man said in as hushed a voice he could manage. He kissed the top of Hanzo’s head, and the archer relaxed. In his bought of self-loathing, he hadn’t even noticed how tense he had become. They’d done this little shuffle enough times for them both to know how it would turn out, but it always surprised Hanzo when he was reminded how comfortable he was with the older man. His inner argument about how he didn’t deserve this quieted, and he silently thanked whatever higher power existed that Reinhardt could tell when he sunk into that mindset.

           Hanzo snuggled further against his broad chest, suddenly feeling very tired. The light scratching of his scalp wasn’t helping that, and he fell asleep, safe and happy for the time being.

[vermillionsketcher]

i totally forgot!!! that i had this comic too!!!!!! okay, this is officially the last post of "old reinzo art spam day" haha! just some stuff w young reinhardt and a "what if" story lol anyway, thank you all so much for the love and support! i'm grateful you all like my art so much!! i'm having my top surgery tomorrow and i'll be "out of commission" for a little while, so i wanted to do this spam day as a gift before i go on hiatus! later dudes, love you all! cusfer ✌🏻😊