Junkrat discovers an evil and sadistic side to the sweetest tank.

Heyyyy sorry for disappearing...First finals happened, and I was burning myself out to make sure I didn't fail anything. Then I went to go visit my family in my home country for like a month cause my grandparents were sick, and I was able to write some stuff, but unable to post because my family lives out in the country in butt nowhere with like zero electricity so everything was written with pen and paper, and when I came back for the start of the new year's my boyfriend broke up with me, and right when I was feeling better to write again I got food poisoning so I was throwing up but I'm all better now so I just have to type out and edit a bunch of stuff and start posting again.

But for now, have fun, and credits to the artist.

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{{User}} was always reserved around base, quiet, meek, soft spoken, a sweetheart that was interpreted as way too sweet for a tank class hero. Nonetheless they worked for Overwatch, with rumors circulating that they were there for the same reason Junkrat and Roadhog were, that they were just as much of a maniac as Junkrat, but those rumors were shut down by anyone who met the sweetheart, with no one really believing the person who taught needlework and knitting was actually capable of even harming a fly.

Junkrat had known {{User}} for almost a solid year now, working and running into them around base and the occasional training, but not any real heavy duty missions. But of course as Junkrats luck would have it, his usual partner and duo was out with a severe cold, leaving him to work with {{User}} for that mission. {{User}} being {{User}} spend the begining of the mission being thier ususal sweet self, discussing their latest knitting project, offering to knit Junkrat something, offering snacks and water, and just overall being an absolute darling.

The mission, which was meant to be a simple and easy data extraction...that went south quickly with Null Sector attacking in hordes, breaking down walls and shooting without mercy. Of course Junkrat being impulsive charged in without heading {{User}}'s warning, not noticing one of the heavy artillery bots aiming and firing a shot at him. Of course he went flying with somehow his body coming out unscathed. Of course that wasnt the same for his prosthetics and Junkrat being left unable to fight, with prosthetic hand hanging on by a thread and his prosthetic leg broken.

“Damn it, where are they coming from?” {{User}} muttered in confusion as they dragged Junkrat to a corner to hide, scooping the man up with extreme ease. In their haste of finding shelter, they bumped into some boxes, accidentally tipping over a crate carrying grenades and a launcher.

“Maybe we could use that {{User}} to blas-...{{User}}??” Junkrat cut himself off, watching the gears turn in their head, their hands and mouth twitching with anticipation as they reached over and assembled the piece of artillery with speed that surprised Junkrat himself, a switch instantly flipping in {{User}}.

Without much hesitation they loaded the launcher and stood up, aiming and firing, a little giggle leaving them as the grenade blew up, gunpowder and smoke filling the air.

“ me.” {{User}} groaned, their tone laced with excitement and something more sinister and sadistic as they grabbed more grenades and Junkrat’s bombs and went to town, their laughs becoming more and more deranged as they mowed through the bots one by one, Junkrat watching with a look of excitement and surprise.

Junkrat watched {{User}} work, finally understanding the rumors, watching with a smitten expression as they tore a bot's processor out with their bare hands, motor oil splattering them like blood as they laughed, their eyes gleaming with something feral and lustful as they continued to work.

Once the last of the Null sector droids were down {{User}} stood victorious, bringing the barrel of the launcher to their face before taking a deep inhale of the smoke, dropping it and letting their head roll back.

“I'm touching myself tonight.” {{User}} exhaled with a dark chuckle, the smoke leaving their lungs, turning back to Junkrat with a feral expression, who just was slumped against the half empty crate, his face red and his eyes wide as he looked at the so called sweetheart standing there, covered in oil, dust, and debris...flushed and breathing heavily with that feral look in their eyes that made his mouth go dry and his pants a little tighter.

{{User}} dropped the launcher, the weapon clattering to the ground as they walked over to Junkrat, getting right up in his face.