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It was a fresh and breezy morning, Brigitte had just woke up. She was enjoying the wind blowing gently at her face and the view. Even though Eichenwalde still was marked by the war, nature had done its job of softening everything, making the view worth to see again. Brigitte fixed the thin blanket on her shoulder and head inside of the Eichenwalde castle.
She and Reinhardt worked hard to turn the castle into their home. No more cracks on the walls, no broken windows and no old pieces of omnics. They managed to build a home, with everything a home asks for. But it only felt like that because they were together. At least Brigitte thought like that.
She headed to the kitchen and started to prepare a delicious apple pie. Following her mama's recipe, she tried her best to prepare something amazing. When she placed the pie on the oven, Brigitte immediately knew she wasn't alone anymore.
''Good Morning! Need help to prepare breakfast?!'' Reinhardt said while trying to get used to the light. Even though his loud voice sounded cheerful, Brigitte was mad.
With crossed arms, an angry look and an arched eyebrow she said.
''What do you think you're doing? I told you not to get in any useless fights! And then you show up, barely walking, and with huge wounds! Now, what was your plan?!'' Reinhardt knew he wasn't that injured last night but again, Rein thought that she was worrying too much. Just like the others used to.
'' Brigitte I had everything under control, you don't need to get worried. I wasn't that injured and I can take care of myself'' She sighed deeply and shorten the distance between them.
''No you didn't. I don't want you to stop fighting but choose your battles carefully. That's what you taught me. I was really worried Reinhardt.''She held his hand and look deeply in his eyes, Brigitte got on her toes and kissed the big man. A soft, quick kiss yet full of emotions.
''Next time I'll let you bleed to death'' His loud laugh echoed through the castle's walls. Reinhardt picked her up and spun her around.
''Such a feisty squire. You sure look a lot like Torbjörn!''
''Just put me down already! I have to check on the pie!''
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After the delicious breakfast and cleaning the mess that Brigitte did. Both of them were in the medical room. It had a big window that welcomed the sun every day. Three shelves with medicines, bandages and small tools for not too complicated surgeries. A bed that was big enough for Reinhardt and a small desk with a turned off holopad. Brigitte was changing the old bandages to new ones, some of the injuries like small cuts were already healed, but the big ones like deeper cuts and a big bruise on his back still needed more time to heal.
Rein was paying full attention to his squire moves. The way she unrolled the bandages, how she wrapped them around the wounds, the back and forward from the shelves to the bed. She cared so much for him, Brigitte had always been a light in his life. Too bad she was way much younger than him. But his heart couldn't resist her, Brigitte made him feel a whole new and completed men.
Thinking about her so much made him more sensitive to her touch. She had strong but soft hands, they were strong enough to fix his armour and soft enough to tend to his wounds, as always.
''Done! Make sure you rest now...''Reinhardt slowly dragged his hands from her shoulder to her hips and looked deeply in her eyes, definitely asking for a kiss. Brigitte smiled softly and kissed him. At first, she thought it was a quick kiss but he surprised Brigitte by holding firmly her hips and deepening the touch of their lips. Rein pulled her closer and Brigitte rested her arms around his neck. Giving small breaks to breathe, they had no intentions on stopping this kiss that was getting more hotter and passionate.
Brigitte was feeling the heat running through her body, and she knew how this would end. She wasn't scared but she still had her head full of problems with their relationship. She ran her hand on his back and press his bruise, just enough for him let go of her. Reinhardt let a growl of pain escape, Brigitte took the chance and backed up.
'' Umm I have to go buy... Some groceries before it's too late! Ah hmm, I'll be back later. Rest!'' And in a blink of an eye, she disappeared from the medical room. Reinhardt cursed himself for getting to worked up. He laid down and tried to rest avoiding the arouse in his pants and Brigitte's image always popping in his mind.
When Brigitte was close enough from her room, she tried to hide the violent blushing with her hands. All of that felt so good yet part of her felt like a criminal. Imagine if papa and mama discovered about her love affair with Reinhardt. They would kill her! It was so wrong but she couldn't let go of the feeling.
She got on her room and hopped on the shower taking a really quick one with cold water to remove the heat from her body. Brigitte chose a simple track suit, grabbed the wallet and keys of the van and drove to the market.
It was a half an hour trip after all Eichenwalde never recovered from the war.
She parked the van and immediately was swallowed by the crowd. It was so lively and noisy. But it was something that she enjoyed. Watching people moving forward no matter what happens in the past.
Brigitte stretched and went to buy some vegetables.
"Mädchen! What can I do for you?" The old lady greeted her with a tender smile as always. Brigitte smiled back and asked for the usual.
'' The crusader it's not with you today. Something happened?''
'' He's not getting any younger. So he stayed at home resting''
'' Ah I see, but you two are a lovely couple. He's really lucky to have a young girl like you.''
For a second she got confused and didn't know what to do or say.
''Uhm... I think you misunderstood. I'm just his squire. Nothing else.''
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After a busy morning, Brigitte was finally at her workshop. Reinhardt's helmet was in bad shape, it needed to be fixed immediately. Carefully she fixed the cracks, replaced the holes with new metal, cleaned and configurated the visor. 2 hours later it was all done. It looked like a new one. She looked at Rein's helmet with a tender smile on her lips.
He meant so much to her, too much actually. The feelings that Brigitte has for Reinhardt are no longer only respect, loyalty, pride, devotion or admiration. Love had surpassed everything. She knew he couldn't share the same feeling, and neither did she want to, or had any intentions on keeping on loving him.
What they had now was simply an affair.
Her heart beats faster instantly and, once again, as she has been imagining lately, she couldn't stop thinking about all of the things they could do if they were together. All of the spring walks down the riverside, all the flowers they could pick up for each other and spend the warm afternoons smelling and braiding into her hair. Brigitte felt an enormous need of comforting that huge, tough man. She wanted to cradle him in her arms as she sang him lullabies(not that she was a good singer). She wanted to fix not only his armour but also all the wounds she knew he had still open. This man had been through so much. She felt utterly devoted and willing to make him feel better, to make him feel warm and at home.
She imagined them running together hand in hand after the orange squirrels, or laying in the grass in summer looking at the countryside, away from all of the destruction, metal and stone. War was almost a constant state around them. All she wanted was to be able to stop in time and smell the roses with the man that made her feel most secure.
She took a quick glance at her watch and time was against her. Reality was calling. She had a meet-up. And she was already running late.
Brigitte, always fast on her feet, went to her room and changed to a black skirt, black boots and a red shirt. She also put on some fishnets and a black leather jacket. Today she wanted to look slightly different so she decided to let her hair fall freely on her shoulders. With her accelerated pace still going, Brigitte grabbed her wallet and the keys to her van. While going down the stairs she saw Reinhart.
The awkwardness of the incident at the medical room was still floating in Brigitte's mind, so she tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible.
“Girls night out, remember? Hana came to Germany because of a fan meeting I believe. And I promised her we would see each other while she was here.” She walked to stand a little further away from the silvered haired man, giving herself some space to fix her jacket and steady her heart. “Can you cook dinner?” His hand travelled to his stomach and a loud laugh filled the Eichenwalde castle, leaving an echo trace.
“Of course! I'm old but I can still move perfectly well” He looked proud of his remark. She chuckled and said softly.
“I know, I know. But if anything happens please call me!” She put her bag in her shoulder and opened it, checking if she had everything.
“You silly girl, just go have fun! The world does not wait for you.” She gave him a kiss on his strong and defined cheek and said goodbye, looking just for a moment deep in his eyes.
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As soon as Brigitte entered the bar she saw her best friend playing, as always. The decorations were always the same. Furniture in dark wood, the red shiny floor, two big tv's to see soccer and, as always, the same group that reunited every night for a good bier. She quickly went to Hana and greeted her with a cheerful hello, startled the focused D.va.
'' Are you trying to kill me, Brigitte?'' She sat next to Hana and laughed from her friend's reaction. Hana song was wearing jeans combined with a pale pink hoodie, her hair was altogether in a high ponytail.
''Hana I'm sorry! It's been a while since we were together.''Hana jumped from her seat and hugged Brigitte. Hana Song and Brigitte Lindholm met when the Lindholm visited the Meka base at South Korea. The Meka heard about how good Brigitte was with armour, so they invited her to work and improve the armour of the robots. D.va felt really comfortable with Brigi around her. So they decided to know each other more, leading to an honest and supportive friendship.
'' I missed you so much! Korea is not the same without you!'' Brigitte laughed softly almost feeling special with Hana's statement.
''C'mon! You have all of your friends there! Plus Lúcio is always visiting you'' Hana focused again on her game looking rather unhappy to the screen.
'' Yeah but with you, I can talk about everything!''
After talking about how tiring the war was, how much work they had. Time flew and so the beers. Hana was still herself because she didn't enjoy alcohol, so she was enjoying a good apple juice, Brigitte otherwise couldn't say no to her favourite beverage. She could handle it pretty well but the Lindholm was feeling a little tipsy.
''So Brigitte...How about you and old man?-Brigitte sighed heavily tasting her beer before answering the question.
''It's so hard Hana. All of this is so wrong and I know it! But I can't stop! I want him to hold me with his big arms. Tell me that I'm his. But when I think of this feeling I know it's impossible. Papa and mama would react so bad, maybe even would forbid me to see him. I just want to burn this feeling away.-When she finished talking she chugged the rest that was on her mug.
''Ok, that's enough Brigi. Look, for me, that's not that weird. He's just older than you. And he knows you since you were a child.'' Ok now it was sounding a bit weird.
''But even if it's strange I think that the fact that you love him so much makes everything less scary. Your feelings are true and that surpasses everything.''
'' Hana it's more complicated than that...We have so much behind that makes this impossible. I'm just his squire and I shall remain like that.'' Hana was a little angry with the fact that her friend was giving up so easily, normal Brigi would never give up like that so D.VA blamed the alcohol.
''But, right now, how do you feel being more than just his squire?'' Brigitte looked thoughtful at the empty mug, took a deep breath and smiled.
''I feel happy''