Junkrat let out a loud, high pitched squealing laugh as he secured last the few smiley face bombs on the large metal safe in front of him (those bombs he had crafted himself, quite the handy-man, eh?). He ran a few feet away and turned his back to the safe, looking to the detonator in his hand. His thumb twitched, fingers itching to press the large red button that would set off the largest explosion he had made yet. A deep breath in, he squeezed his eyes shut and placed his hands over his ears, pressing the button firmly. He barely registered the shrapnel flying against his bare back because of the heat, and he couldn't hear much over the loud ringing in his ears. He didn't even wait for the smoke to clear, laughing again as he quickly turned and ran through the smoke and motioned for Mako to come closer. His partner in crime, formally known as Roadhog, just gave an annoyed grunt and stepped closer with their hovering cart. They both wasted no time in beginning to load the cart full to the brim with gold and valuables out of the safe. The safe did belong to the most notorious woman in all of the Outback, The Queen of Junkertown, an imposed leader who simply rose to power through force. Junkrat had rather mixed feelings about her, but how are you supposed to feel about a woman when you yourself have gone mad? Your way of thinking would be pretty flawed. Besides, it's not like he had much else to do with any other women. Once the cart was full of gold and cash and other valuables, he hopped aboard the hovering cart, the alarm sounding off loudly. He laughed wildly and began to shoot his gun at incoming guards as Roadhog gave the board a pushing start before hopping in and setting the motors to max. The board suddenly flew out of the establishment in a fit of smoke and debris as it crashed through the wall, leaving the guards momentarily stunned as Junkrat and Roadhog sped off into the distance with their newly captured treasures.
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Heart of Napalm [Junkrat x Reader]
RomansYou, a morally statuesque and well sheltered young woman, and a tall, scrawny irradiated Junker. Do opposites really attract?