Shiny
Junkrat looked at all the jewelry heâd stolen in his and Roadhogâs âworld tourâ.Â
There was a lot of it, far more than anyone would expect from male junker thieves, but at the same time, Junkers liked shiny things. Shiny things like fresh, clean water, scrap, and expensive things they could steal. Even as a kid he could vaguely recall looking through a jewelry box that was probably his motherâs and admiring several pieces that had mostly faded from his memory.
Food, water, scrap, bombs, medicine, his best mate and shiny things, that used to be all he thought heâd needed.
But recently heâd found that heâd been craving something more, something different. Someone.
Satya âSymmetraâ Vaswani
A woman who was unlike him in practically every way, or at least, he thought she was. He found out that they both like spicy food. That they were both more tea than coffee people. That they both had huge things happen in their lives that changed everything, That they both really enjoyed puns and building things. That they both had troubles sleeping at night and would come to the workshop to at least try to get some work done to make up for the loss of sleep.
And they both liked jewelry.Â
What she didnât know was that he really liked jewelry when it was on her.
He liked the jingling sound bracelets made on her wrists and ankles, the way her earrings sparkled in the light when she moved, the way sheâd fiddle with pendants on necklaces she was wearing when she was lost in her work and was trying to find a flaw in her design, and he really liked the one sheâd put on her nose. He didnât really know why, on anyone else heâd probably make fun of them for wearing something like that. But on her?Â
It looked so fucking amazing he couldnât even....
He frowned, as pretty as the jewels in front of him were and as amazing as theyâd look on her, sheâd probably never wear them. No, she wouldnât want to wear stolen goods...
But he really wanted to see her wearing jewelry he gave her...
He groaned and leaned backwards so his back was against his bed, even if he probably had plenty of cash to buy some for her, there was a feeling brewing in his gut that she probably would never accept it. Wearing something heâd had around seemed far more likely to ever happen to him than her accepting a gift of jewelry from him. He felt a stinging in his chest at the thought of the very likely rejection.
âSo what do I do then?â He asked himself bitterly, âMake some?âÂ
He froze, then smiled broadly, as an idea of something sheâd definitely accept popped into his head and he quickly pulled his notebook from his pocket and began sketching out his idea. Little doodles of how he knew sheâd react soon decorating the corners of the pages.Â
She was gonna love it!
Satya yawned as she walked around the compound, a little frustrated that, despite her exhaustion, that sleep still managed to allude her. She tried nearly everyoneâs cures; Angelaâs chamomile tea recipe, Anaâs warm milk, Roadhogâs milo, even Jesseâs whiskey (she honestly wished she had never tried that one, but she did) but nothing worked.Â
She pouted as she decided to forgo the kitchen entirely tonight and simply go to the workshop instead. Figuring that if she couldnât sleep, she might as well work.
Only when she opened the door, she nearly walked right into Junkrat, who quickly hid something behind his back, âOh, uh, gâday âMetra!â he greeted nervously.
She narrowed her eyes, him hiding something and being nervous usually meant that something was going to blow up soon.
âJunkrat, what do you have behind your back?â she asked.
âNothinâ!â He insisted.
She took a step forwards, determined to figure out what he was hiding, but he took a step back, the click of his peg leg loud against the workshop floor. âJunkrat.â she warned.
âItâs nothinâ!â He said, âNothinâ bad anyways,âÂ
âIf itâs not bad then there should be no harm showing me.â she said.
His cheeks flushed as he nervously scratched the back of his head with his metal arm, struggling to find an excuse while she decided to take another step forward, her slippers suddenly sliding and sending her face first into his chest, his flesh arm shooting out from behind him to wrap around her waist as his metal one grabbed at the doorframe. Her head flush against his chest and finding herself hearing the beating of his heart.
It was beating quite fast, but then again, she probably had surprised/startled him.Â
âYou âroight there?â He asked, obviously concerned as he gently pulled her away from him to scan her for injury, him fussing over her like this making her feel... well, strange.Â
But in a good way.
âI am fine, but I thank you for your concern.â she said, spotting the thing heâd been hiding hanging off of a flesh finger;
A beautiful bracelet.
It was silver with round blue stones of varying hues. The closer she looked at it, she saw it was silver wire and round blue beach glass, meaning that it was probably hand made by him.
She must have been staring at it longer than she thought, because after being sure she was fine, he turned pink.
âI-I didnâ knick it!â He blurted.
âI can see that.â she said, a small smile on her face, âIf you had, I think the stones would be far bigger and expensive.â She then gently reached out and stroked at one of the stones, âDid you make this?âÂ
He nodded, blushing profusely now and she was finding the sight to be quite endearing.Â
The thing heâd say next would make her blush just as much.
âYeah. I-I loike thâ sound ya make when you wear those bracelets. Thâ jinglinâ?â He rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed, âThought I could give ya some of thâ ones me ân Roadie picked up, but then figured thaâ you wouldnâ want ta wear âum since we knicked âum...â
Her face exploded with heat, âYou... You made this for me?â she stammered, touched by the gesture.Â
His ears were now as red as his face as he nodded again, his eyes glued to the floor, âYou-you donâ havta wear it if ya donâ wanna...â
She quickly took it from his hand, surprising herself by how unwilling she was to give the lovely trinket up, âI would.â she said, trying to regain her composure as she said that, âI mean, itâs a lovely piece and you did make it just for me.â She smiled warmly as she put it on her wrist, admiring the way the blue stones looked in the dim light, âNo oneâs ever given me jewelry before. Let alone made me jewelry.â She gave him a broad smile, her eyes sparkling, âThank you, Jamison.â
He stiffened and turned so red that she momentarily feared that his hair might reignite, âG-glad you loike it.â He said, slowly seeming to calm himself, âIf ya want, maybe you can look at some of thâ stuff I got with Roadie, maybe work on some more stuff loike thaâ âfore ya.â Overheating again before tacking on a âOnly If ya wanna.â
She felt herself growing excited at the idea of browsing through his treasures to make new ones together with him and smiled broadly at him, âThat sounds wonderful. Perhaps we can start tomorrow?â
âUh, sure, jusâ need ta know what toime it is ta be sure.â He said sheepishly, âKoinda lost track of toime...â
She glanced up at the clock on the wall, the time going from 23:59 to 00:00.
âIt would seem that it is now tomorrow.â she said, chuckling a bit.Â
He smiled and bashfully offered her his arm, âSo we can start now?â he asked.
She stared at it for less than a moment before she took it, rationalizing that if she couldnât sleep, she could keep him at least from blowing anything up in the middle of the night by coming up with jewelry ideas with him. She smiled up at him and gave him a nod before he led the way out of the workshop, excitedly telling her about the places he got his âstashâ from.Â
She fell asleep on Junkratâs shoulder at about three am, the two of them snoozing surrounded by pages from his notebook and sparkling pieces that were probably worth billions. But the piece she held close to her heart was the first of what was probably going to be very many beautiful gifts to come from the warm man beside her.
I totally headcanon that heâd make similar jewelry that he makes for Symmetra for any daughters they have so his girls are all matching!















