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My Heart Is Chained To Yours ; A Junkrat X Roadhog Fanfiction

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And it's on AO3 too but this version is incomplete and has no updates

Happy birthday Junkrat!!!

My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction

Chapter 4

Preview

“Yeah but uuuuuuggggghhhh gaaahhhh bleehhhh, such a fuckin pain to start.”

We enter the customer service area, which is also the main entrance but that doesn’t matter, and the lady who owns the Hyundai Sonata sits in the row of chairs set up along the entry doorway. Both Holland and I slouch against the front desk to spit her the news. With his arms crossed, Holland looks solemnly at the lady.

"Excuse me, ma'am, do you have anyone to pick you up?”

Petrified, the woman's eyes widen as she touches her hair, stroking it like a cat.

“W-why? What seems to be the problem, sir?

“Your car ran out of blinker fluid. Ow-”

My cocky smile was wiped off by Holland cocking me in the back of my noggin.

“Don’t mind him, ma’am, your car has traces of water mixed with your oil.

Halting her strokes, she tightly grasps her hair.

"O-oh gosh, that's terrible, I recently took my car to get an oil change. I had a bad feeling when I had to pay around 16000-"

Unslouching, my face twists in absolute horror as I grab my head.

"16000 DOLLARS!? FOR AN OIL CHANGE!?"

The lady looks at me annoyed, shooting daggers with her eyes.

"Rupees…"

Sliding my hands off my head, they still linger in the air as I stare at her concerned.

“Like the jewels from Legend of Zelda? No fuckin way they charged you the currency of Hyrule!!!”

Gritting her teeth, she’s pissed off.

“...the currency of India.”

Standing my whole body straight, I look away deeply embarrassed.

"Sorry..."

Holland takes control of the conversation and hands a clipboard to the lady.

"Here, just write your name and phone number at the bottom. This is going to be pocket gouging since we could be replacing a lot of rusted parts, if not the whole engine. So if you need any help paying, I can stick in a couple of dollars. By the way, you never answered if you have a ride or not."

Taking a deep breath, she takes a minute to answer while she writes her information on the clipboard.

"I can call an Uber driver so I have a ride. I also have the money to cover the parts so that’s no sweat."

A sigh of relief escapes me as I leave to start working on the car. She might think I’m some rude jerk off but I still give a damn about her.

Unsure of where to start, I take out a wrench set and try to decide which one to take while Holland strolls in. Lifting my head, I turn to face him.

"So what's her name sir?"

"Satya Vaswani."

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My Heart Is Chained To Yours ; A Junkrat X Roadhog Fanfiction

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My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction

Chapter 8

Preview

Running over as fast as possible, I slid just to the porch like how a race car drifts a corner, kicking up a cloud of dust behind me. Walking in I take off my shoes and just stand at the door awkwardly.

"Sit down Jamison, I'm just fixing you up a bowl"

The table is wide and tall with steep chairs to accommodate Mako’s big size. I’m practically a little kid who was finally allowed to sit at the adult table instead of the high chair.

"S-so um, Mako what's for grub?"

Pouring something into a bowl, his big hands handling everything with care. His expression focused, he must've put a shit ton of effort into this meal. When Mako is finished filling the bowl, he walks over to me and places the bowl down. With his big frame looming over me I can feel my mouth getting dry, my heart racing as he draws closer. My soul carnally craves every fiber of his being all over me.

"Want anything to drink?"

"U-uh yeah, water is fine."

I look into the bowl, stew? Swirling my finger into the mixture and taste it.

"O-oh fuck."

"What? Is something wrong?"

"THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT THE FUCK!!!!"

Standing from my oversized chair to look inside the bowl, eyes fixated, unable to comprehend the hot soothing sensation in my mouth. Mako slides over my cup of water while placing a bun in the stew.

"WHAT IS THIS!?"

"Use your inside voice and sit down then I'll tell you. Also, your spoon is right there, use it."

Seated in my chair, desperately needing the knowledge on why this stew is so good!!!

"Want me to get you some pillows to sit on or something? You look quite small."

"Yeah, sure."

Before I could say anything, he already got 2 pillows. Rinsing only my butt to let him put the pillows down, the smell of Mako’s cologne overwhelms my senses. Next thing I know my hand on his head, running my fingers through his soft silver hair.

"J-Jamison…you’re um…"

“...Mako!!! I-i um, I’m sorry!!! I was in a haze then suddenly-”

“Pfft it’s fine, just caught me by surprise. A warning next time would be nice.”

"Well um, your hair is soft. What hair products do you use?"

He stands up and looks away blushing under his mask.

"Just… whatever is on clearance."

Sitting across from each other, the table and chairs don't affect Mako’s size. Looks like an average person, he must've got these custom or something.

"So what's in the stew?"

"I had some leftover tofu and I made some stew out of it. Threw in celery, carrots, peas, basil, brown sugar and simmered it on low heat for the day."

"Wait, you're vegan?"

"Not exactly, just went through a vegan phase. B-but I try to find meat that is ethically sourced but sometimes I get some fast food or buy a steak from the grocery store that's on sale."

"Hmmm."

The need to keep devouring my stew is overtaking me, it's so fucking amazing!!! It's like how in the movies, mothers make heartwarming meals. My entire body feels warmed, has Mako always been such a good cook?

"So Jamison, how do you see our relationship?"

With a dazed expression, I perk up from my dinner.

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My Heart Is Chained To Yours ; A Junkrat X Roadhog Fanfiction

🚧👷‍♂️Story under construction, please be patient as some story elements are subject to change, keep an eye on my Tumb...

Just a reminder, I will/might be disappearing. So working on my fic will definitely slow down. Like working on it is a slow process but this is definitely slowing it down. I'm moving so wifi might be cut. I don't wanna be moving but whatever lol, I'm moving. Hopefully I get some work done on it since I'm doing all I can to work on it but things and stuff lol

My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction

Chapter 7

Preview

Looking down the left hall, I see the familiar flow of dark brown hair and clacking heels echoing around the empty halls. Breaking my hand from Mako’s, I ran down to see who it could be.

“Jamison, what are you-”

When I saw who it was, I slid to a stop on the smooth marble floors. Smiling widely as I frantically wave at her.

"Oi!!! Symetra!!! It's me, the guy working on your car right now!!!"

Symetra’s eyes widened in shock, for a moment she was a deer in headlights. Relaxing my smile, I rest my hand on my neck as I walk over. But I’m instantly greeted with a clipboard to the face, knocking me to the ground.

“ARE YOU STALKING ME OR SOMETHING!?!! WHY ARE YOU AT MY PLACE OF WORK!?!!

"Uuuugghhh-"

Sluggishly I sit up, rubbing my throbbing cheek.

"No, don't bother, I'll call security to escort you immediately!!!"

Mako rushes to my side and helps me to my feet.

“Uuuugh, Jesus Christ, Mako.”

As I lean against him, he makes me stand on my own.

“Come on Jamison, you and I both know one strike isn’t enough to take you out. You’re just being dramatic so you can be cuddly.”

Rubbing my sore face, I pose dramatically.

“Oh, but my darling, Mako. Is it such a crime to fawn over you?”

“Mako…Mako Ruthledge? The on-hand mechanic that I hired?”

Both of us turn our attention to Symetra, Mako nodding yes in response.

“Sooooo you’re his…son?”

“SON!?!!”

We shout panicked.

“IS THAT WHAT STRANGERS SEE IN US!?!!”

I stand up straight to push distance from Mako, his eyes are wide and his forehead is popping a vein.

“I-i, I don’t know!?!! The only thing we have is white skin. Mine is a bit more tan but still…I…wha!?!! I’m way bigger than you a-and-”

Cocking her head to her side, Symetra’s brow furrows.

“Well, what are you guys!?!!”

“BOYFRIENDS!!!!!”

Dead silent, Symetra stands as stiff as a tree. The lack of sound in the room is almost deafening as everyone is posed standoffish, my insides are gonna explode if I don’t say anything.

“So um… Miss Vaswani, the repairs on your car are going swimmingly. Confidently I can say we are almost finished with the repairs, just waiting on a few or parts to come in. Your car has also been an example for teaching the new set of hands we recently hired.”

“Excuse me, you’ve been using my car to train new hires?”

Instantly, Mako takes my hand and drags me down the hall.

“Oi Mako, we were talking!!!”

Not responding, Mako pulls me far away from Symetra and down a hall. Finally when some distance is gained Mako stops, his body releasing some tension.

“Sorry Jamison…I wanted to leave that conversation. I was getting extremely uncomfortable.”

From behind I hug Mako, my hands resting on his chest. His big hand takes mine as Mako sinks into the embrace and melts into me.

“Jamison…”

Pulling me off his back, he turns me to face him. Mako’s expression is soft as his other hand reaches up to hold my face. Closing my eyes, I lean into his hand as I hold his arms.

“Really… no hesitation…at all?”

In his hand, I nod no while snuggling into his hand. My eyes open, looking into Mako’s sensual but worried expression. His brow furrowed and his eyes wandered from me to around the room.

“Why, did your boat get shaken? Insecure that people think I’m your son?”

“No, no, I…well…in a way yeah. Some say 23 years apart is a big age gap, that's like…could’ve been your dad kind of gap.”

The expression on my face turns annoyed, propping my head up from Mako’s hand.

“Tch, well they aren’t in our relationship. I don’t give a damn what people think, not even Holland. Fuck em’, fuck em’ all!!! Haha!!!”

Tightly, I hold his hands with a toothy grin. Pulling Mako closer to me, we rest our foreheads on each other as I hold his face.

“No one is ever gonna stop me from following my heart!!!”

Wide-eyed, it’s like something clicks in Mako’s head.

“Jamison…”

Comfortably, Mako’s arms wrap around me, his hands not holding onto anything in particular.

“...you really are something. You’ve always been so much braver than me.”

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My Heart Is Chained To Yours ; A Junkrat X Roadhog Fanfiction

🚧👷‍♂️Story under construction, please be patient as some story elements are subject to change, keep an eye on my Tumb...

I literally made my own merch of Hody Jones because I didn't want my gold fish brain to forget him. And hopefully I remember to make more in the future

Don't mess with us Hody Jones fans, there's like 10 of us and we're ..... something idk feral I guess

My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction

Chapter 3

Preview

Riding my skateboard down to the skate park, wind flows through my hair as I start to put on my helmet. Clipping it on, I push my board faster as I’m already late.

      Before I left home I changed my clothes into something more comfortable, a yellow muscle shirt, grey basketball shorts, and my pair of runners. 

     Pulling down my athletic gloves, I pull my board into the park.

“Ehhh more crowded than usual, some sort of birthday party or what?”

Flipping my board up into my hands, I walk to wear my friend, Witch, usually sits. Wearing a black, midthigh length dress with lace across her collar, she puffs clouds as she enjoys a blunt. Her short fluffy black hair rests on her shoulders while she looks out into the distance. Putting the blunt to her lips, she gets black lipstick on the end as she takes a drag. Sitting on those parking lot concrete blocks, her arm rests on her plus-sized stomach while she leans forward. Tattoos blanket her arm from the tips of her finger, covering her shoulder and wrapping around her breast and shoulder blade.

“Junkrat… JUNKRAT!!!!”

Noticing me, my body tenses up as her sneakers pound the pavement toward me. Grabbing me by the helmet strap, she pulls me down to her level.

“O-ow fuck, I feel like you don’t understand how short you are sometimes.”

Scoffing at me she shakes her head.

“I’m only 5’1” ya cunt, now where the fuck were you?”

“I-i slept over with my new boyfriend.”

Loosening her grip, I’m able to straighten myself out as she looks at me wide-eyed.

“What?”

“Nothing just didn’t know you were gay mate.”

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHEN ALL I TALK ABOUT IS MY COWORKER!?!!”

“I THOUGHT HE’S THE ONLY OTHER EMPLOYEE AT YOUR STUPID… JOB, THING!!!”

“I’M A GODDAMN MECHANIC!!!”

“LITERALLY NOT THE POINT, YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND…”

Checking side to side, like anyone cares, she steps to me closer and talks quietly.

“...so who is it?”

“Remember that coworker?”

“YOU PULLED HIM!?!!’

“Well, he pulled me but at least I got him.”

“Did you…”

Making an ‘ok’ sign, she sticks her finger in to symbolize sex.

“NO!!!! A-at least not yet, he did um… rub one outta me this morning.”

“Explains the marks on your neck.”

Instinctively I cover my neck where Mako kissed me.

“WHAT!?!!”

Smiling wide, Witch giggles at me.

“Hehehe, don’t worry it’s not too bad. Guarantee they’ll go away in a few days. I’m sure a couple of hickeys won’t debilitate you.”

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My Heart Is Chained To Yours ; A Junkrat X Roadhog Fanfiction

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