#Dr.junkenstien

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Dr.Junkstien X Maid!Reader

Part Three:

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     The castle walls welcomed your strange state, fuelling it. You were angry, numb, and then angry again. Yet you found yourself glad for the turn of events. It sent your mind racing and you couldn't keep up. You felt betrayed, but through the betrayal was some odd sense of liberty in truth. A sense of liberty the doctor yearned for in the past.

There was more to what he and you knew.

Your footsteps echoed out, barely above a whisper into the stone walls. A soothing melcohly as you continued to think of the past when sudden crash disrupted your thoughts.

"Rats!" A Maid screeched from the kitchen. Pots and pans fell against the stone floor with a clash and you could feel the panic from the end of the hall.

"Rats! There's rats!" Her horrible screams echoed out again. The closer you got the more of the chaos you could feel until you could see the mess of it all. Cooks scattered throughout the kitchen, racing to catch the tiny creatures who helplessly squeaked. You smiled at the hysteria, as it was quite humorous how the maid whom continued to yell frantically froze in place. She held on to herself, moving her feet up and down when the rats got close. Your eyes followed each rodent before they disappeared in between the cracks in the wall. A giant broom slammed violently into the ground as they chased the final one. He dodged the hits and sprint around the corners until he slipped and the broom brought the end to the little fiend. The rat let out one final screech as the broom crashed down again, and again. His small bodies staining the floor.

"If you've helped clean around here this would've never happened!" The maid breathed out, laying against the wall in prayer. "Now fetch that poison and kill those monsters before I kill you myself!"

She hit one of the chefs with a towel in hand, scolding the poor man as if he was her child. Simply nodding the kitchen began to clean up the mess as she left, passing you without bating an eye.

     Finally reaching the last stretch of the hall your foot slips on an unlaced step. Slanted slightly, the odd stairs didn't necessarily separate your level and the doctors. Candles fought to light the rest of the way but the dimmed corridors quickly became barely visible until you reached the giant wooden doors you remembered as a child. Taller than yourself they stood, still holding its alluring presence.

You held back as the air thin out, sending a chill up your spine. You've never spoken to the man behind these thick doors. You've never seen him until yesterday and he was furious the first time you've met.

He hated the maids and you were one.

How would he react?

How should you approach him?

The cold ring that worked as a nob squeaked. Rust clenched against you small hand. You hesitated....

Silence.

Then another squeak as you pulled the ring higher before pulling it down with a dull thud.

Silence.

Again, you brought the knocker up and down with a dull thud.

Even more silence.

One more knock. Repeating it once more, you swung up and brought it back down and the door is ripped out of your hands, sending you back.

"What is it?!"

For a moment you felt like a child again as he towered over you, his hair spiraled out like the last time you saw him.

"Well, what is it?!" He urged.

"I..." you couldn't speak. Your heart started pounding against your chest and a heat rose straight to your face in a blush. "I was sent for some medicine. One of the maids fell sick and ordered me to find whatever it was you have."

He eyed you curiously. No where in his mind could he match a name to your face. You were unfamiliar to him and he slightly let the tension in his shoulders go. They melted down and you stared up.

"Should let her die really." He said bitterly.

"All of you will die anyways."

He sighed, turning back and left you dumbfounded at the door. Inside what his room all you could see was a study filled with books. Dr.junkenstien returned with a bottle much like the ones in the cellar, twirling it around to change its colour.

"Taste awful, but will do the trick. Keep you alive and working as long as it's taken regularly." He pasted the bottle and before he turned you spoke up.

"Your voice. You sound different from the rest of us."

"Good." He chuckled.

"You're not from here, or your parents weren't at least." You couldn't stop talking. "It's nice, I very much enjoy the sound of it." You gave what could only be described as a slight smile.

His started back with confusion. But instead of keeping the conversation he tsked and waved you away. As quickly as he opened the door he closed it with a slam.

You looked down at green bottle. The label had rushed cursive on top and wasn't as eligible to your liking. You had no clue how much to give and figured, much like other medicines, a spoonful should be enough.

You looked back at the door and thought to ask. Simply knock and ask. But the thought of him thinking you a fool held you back.

So you turned away from the door with one final glance to its alluring presence.

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(Reminder this is on wattpad. This post was already posted there and is just getting reposted here)

[shiimada]

yo?? uhm so i was playing junkman last night and i watched our roadhog die and junkrat said something? i think it was abt his creation falling or smthg ?

[smoll-ratt]

Dr.Junkenstien X Maid!Reader

Part Two:

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“Still a mystery why the king keeps him around.”

The Rushing sound of dumping water into another bucket silenced her momentarily.

“Quiet the entertainment considering he is yet to find a fool,” Another one commented. You dragged the bucket of laundry close to you.

“Finally lost it.”

Each maid had their own collective chores to do in the cold room with you, and though probably unintentionally, they left you with the cruelest job. Cleaning the fabrics in the cold water only stiffed your hands and made you sneeze. The numbing sensation almost distracted you from what they said.

“A awful man deserving a spot in hell after speaking to his majesty that way.”

The strings of your heart tore a bit but the works of your mind kept you in a trance. For some reason you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him and the past event. Even for the slim chance you were focused your thoughts would drift off.

“Y/N how did you enjoy the show?” They asked as you passed the heavy sheet to dry. You only hummed in response. “Did he grab your attention?” The sudden question caused you to almost stop what you were doing. You lost concentration and felt a strange heat warm your face.

“What?”

“He’s strange isin’t he? He’s ridiculous.” Her words came out bitterly and you starred at her blankly. “The man’s voice is quite irritating too, right?”

“O-oh.” The small phrase slipped out without thinking. You wanted to curse her after connecting the dots. “He’s just not exactly how I imagined him. The way you all described him...I was imaging someone older and closer to the king’s age, or more...deranged.” -You lied- “He just seems so young and I believe that caught me off guard.” Hearing your voice ring out in the stone room ached somehow. The words you spoke felt like you might’ve doomed yourself and silently you prayed that it wouldn’t cause much attention or questions. They felt personal and painfully honest, but the maids didn’t seem to view the comment to be one of such vulnerability.

“The old madame does tell him in way that he seems monstrous....the sudden outburst reveals he is however,” she chuckled. The maid referred to the eldest and one to have practically teach you everything you know. Raising you when no one else would and until now feeding you lies about the man who lived behind the door you were to never go through.

Struggling to lift another heavy sheet you ignored the comment, focused on passing it and moving on to the next the maid.

“I mean, now I can put a face with the stories.” A nice face. You chuckled and the conversation continued to flow.

“He’s no longer a wrinkly hermit roaming around the castle walls.”

He was someone who was a probably a child when you were. Someone most likely hard at work building whatever he promised the king and that, for some odd reason, brought a smile to your face. You had to focus back on your work. Washing the fabric, starring into the water, wondering....what was he doing? It was strange feeling this way. Growing up behind the castle walls you’ve never felt such a thing. Such raw and bizarre emotion. Even in your earliest memories you couldn’t recall anything close to it. Were you even close to being happy? Before being abandoned there wasn’t anything there to feel for. Any emotion after that was a weird numbing or faked for the sake of it. Like the water. For a moment you felt how cold it was. Putting your hands in, it felt something, until becoming nothing but a numbing pain. It was temporary. This time felt special. It was different, a feeling that hadn’t disappeared yet and it had your brain going. Nothing could ruin it but-

“Someone has to care for the old lady upstairs. She’s afraid she may end up bed ridden for sometime. This may lead to someone having to talk to that foul scientist.”

Them.

Maids denied, sighed and mummered, making it clear no one wanted to deal with him. “I’ll do it.” You spoke up and relieved everyone in the room. Some maids thanked you while others pretended to pray for your soul considering you were the youngest in the group.

Falling back into a friendly routine, they changed the topic as you silenced yourself. While washing the clothes a little faster the special feeling you had died down. It lingered but a dreadful feeling slowly covered it. The dread of knowing you had to see the old woman instead of walking up the scientist’s door after the laundry. But that excited you. The though of knocking on the old wooden door which really looked like it needed some repair. In the past it held great mystery to you and you didn’t necessarily fear it as child unlike the other maids. You could finally give in into your curiosity.

It didn’t take long to show up at the maid quarter’s. The cold unwelcoming air greeted you first, reminding you how unforgiving the conditions could be living in the basement. On the other side of the room the old lady slept. Her soft snores echoed out as you closed the door behind you with a subtle screech. Walking past the beds on your right and left you made your way as she slept. Looking down at her you could see her pale complexion. Her nose was the only thing holding colour on her face and dark circles began to form under her eyes. Her wrinkles molded her face into one of sweet caretaker of many years. No, that was a facade and it pained you to think you believed her at one point. She tried to help you become closer to the rest of the maids, taking you in like another daughter. At times you’d play along but your emotions were hard to grasp. You reached out to wake her.

“Y/N.” She seemed happy to see you.

It felt upsetting.

“How did the event go?” She chuckled. Any good you saw in her disappeared again. “I wanted to attend but I fell ill as you can tell. I’m glad you came to see me. Tell me, what did you think? I always enjoyed watching those strange gatherings. Seeing if there’d be an explosion or a joke.” Her words now were cruel unlike the past despite the cheery tone they carried. To everyone else she was held close in their hearts as a mother or mentor but to yourself...she held no position. Simply a woman who helped you but there was a missing connection between your relationship with each other.

“It was interesting. He presented some good ideas.”

“Y/N don’t say that, you’ll sound mad.” She lightheartedly laughed.

“He did end up getting angry though-“

“As he does.”

“Bursting out in front of everyone-“

“He does do that.”

“-and cursing the king.” Her eyes widen before she let out what she could muster as a hearty laugh before a coughing fit. “But what really caught me off guard was he seems young. Madam, is he my age? This whole time I expected something else.” She gave you a curious look, as if his age being close to your own didn’t matter.

“A few years older but yes...have I ever told you?”

“If you had I wouldn’t have asked or pictured a old man while listening to your stories. You’ve always told me to stay away from the scientist’s door because it was dangerous but if he was a child too-“

“An unnerving one with strange parents too before they passed. Even as a kid he didn’t belong here. He was only kept around for his advance knowledge in things we didn’t know.” Growing up was difficult because there was rarely any children around you. Only those too old to connect with, but even then there was difference in social classes. His parents passing too. You had never seen them or heard anything meaning they must’ve died young. The stories began when you were twelve. Some told a little earlier but mainly when you were twelve the more serious ones were told. They were more insults and remarks when his name was mentioned. The stories of the meetings...constant rejection...they started short after. Had everyone really been cruel from the start of his childhood?

She coughed.

“Kept around for times like now. Other remedies I know won’t work. But the doctor has something stronger. Not only that but I should be checked on to not risk anything.”

“We don’t want another plague. I’ll get the medicine and some soup too. I’ll be back.” Checking her temperature you could feel a fever rising. You said your farewells and left the room. At least now you can finally satisfy that past curiosity.

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Dr.Junkenstien x Maid!Reader

Part Four

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Your steps echoed against the cold brick as you made your journey back to the maid quarters. Remembering the slanted step from before, you jumped up the un-even path and glared at the bottle. The murky green glass held a dark liquid that seem to stain the inside of the glass as you swirled it. Your hand chilled as it held the bottle, and the chill it's sent down your spine indicated it was kept somewhere cold and perhaps dark. The hair on your arms began to stand and a wave of subtle paranoia took over you.

Something was watching you.

You stopped and glanced behind you to see a shadowed figure in the dark. Your heart seemed to stop as the figure stood there growing more menacingly . A cold sensation began to creep its way on your flesh. Goosebumps covered your skin as air felt to slowly escape your lungs. However, before you were fully engulfed with a sense panic your brain dismissed the figure. In a sense of adrenaline you couldn't see it despite knowing it was the there.

Suddenly, an awful presence drew your attention down the hall on your right. Darkness surrounded the set of stairs that greeted you at the end of it. That's when you realized where you stood. A little fork in the castle. A path you struggled to go down when you were a child and unknowingly avoided to this day.

You had collected the trays from a visitors room that night, where a kind women invited by the king was staying. Her hair was as golden as the sun and her skin white as winter, giving her a radiate glow the first time you saw her. However, after seeing her once you had only seen two other times. Once returning from the king's quarters and once through the crack of the door to her room. She had handed you a tray and smiled at you through the small space before sending you off to the kitchen without a word.

Walking down those stone steps is where that night became less enjoyable and from then on a chain of similar events began.

Your feet as child barley made a sound against the cold stone. You focused on balancing fragile cups and plates in the tray which often clinked against the silver metal. Behind you, someone's steps echoed down. As routine you moved to the side to allow space for the person behind you. You waited  for them to past but no one did. Puzzled, you looked behind you and the stairs were emptying and dimly lit by the torch at the top. When you continued down again the steps behind you returned. You looked up again to find that the stairs remained empty.  Yours hands tightened around the tray as you quickly ran down and reached the end of stairs. Every hair on your neck rose to their ends and you could feel your small frame tremble in fear before the last step.

You looked up once more.

Waiting for you was the visitor barely peaking around the corner of the top step with the same smile on her face. You turned back quickly, forgetting the last step and facing a dark figure like the one you have just seen in the present, before falling forward and breaking what was in the tray.

You remember crying that night against the wall as a maid scolded you and another cleaned up your mess. You tucked in your knees as close as you could to your chest trying to explain what had happened over and over again until the older maid struck you across the cheek and grabbed you by your hair.

You remember Madame did nothing to sooth you.

You turned the bottle to its poorly written label and glared down with rage. You remembered the sting on your face after being hit and the words excusing your feelings from the one who should've cared the most. You ripped off the label and rubbed the glue clean off the glass.

The kitchen stood still as you passed it. The mess from the rats earlier had been cleaned and everything stood in place. A small rat squeaked by your foot and you left back to your quarters with the small rat following you.

As you got to the quarters you waited outside the door as your thoughts stirred.

Before you could open the door the maid from the kitchen opened it, sending your small friend squeaking away. Her brown hair was pulled back under her bonnet as her apron on top of her brown dress was covered with flour and stains.

"Good to see you survived visiting that estranged man." She greeted you with a sad excuse of a smile and lead your way in to where the eldest maid laid. The room grew dim as the sun began to set, blessing the room with soft rays of light and dust.

"Yes..." you began, ignoring her comment, "he was quite-"

"Rude?"

You bit your tongue and mumbled under your breath.

"...interesting is what I was going to say." 

"What did he do? Bark at you? Glared at you?" You stared down the back of her head. Hate was a familiar emotion with her. She wasn't part of the eldest group of maids but was part of those expected to take charge once the elders before her died, therefore leaving her treated better amongst the rest. She had more control over the staff and to your disliking, respect.

"I wish the king would rid of him already. There's no place for such evil, ill manner..."

You never wish to follow her orders.

"How much did he say to give? Damn bastard didn't leave a label."

You hated each word out her mouth and wished her heart would stop in place.

"I worry Madame's temperature is rising too much."

You wished to pull her hair,

"She was given tea but I'm afraid all that did was put her to sleep. At least she has no rash or spots, nothing too concerning of the past season."

Let out all the pain she had given you and disgust you held inside,

"How much should she be given? She would've had soup but those filthy rats..."

Spit on her,

"The king has an event arising in the future so you and I, or anyone free if need be, will attend to her care. Do you understand me? Y/N? How much medicine should she be given?"

And strike her across her face as she did to you.

"Y/N! You stupid churl, no wonder you were hedge-born, your stupid ears don't work. I won't ask this again. How much medicine should she be given?"

"A spoonful, should be enough."

The maid turned away with the bottle and gently shook the eldest awake. You glared at her before the Madame awoke with a slight cough. She went ahead and poured the brown liquid into a wood spoon as you prop the old lady up with a pillow.

She sipped the medicine and winced at the taste.

"Not the most delicious thing I've had," she said and the other maid chuckled. As she tucked the old Madame back to bed, you placed the bottle on the scratched up wooden table beside you. The liquid stilled in the soft light through the window where the moon in the sky was quick on its way. You said left them to talk as you resumed to the other chores  before nightfall but while taking a moment to yourself, reliving the anger, you noticed through the dark, right before a right turn, a white lab coat heading down a hall with a staircase at its end.

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Dr. Junkenstein X Maid!Reader

I’m always reading fanfic but never really wrote any myself. I have a fic I’m really trying to develop, but for now I’m writing this to practice. Hope you enjoy!

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Heavy purple curtains draped along the windows, allowing little sun light into the throne room. You stood amongst the small crowd of gossiping maidens along the side of the room, looking forth at the display. The room busied with their giggles while a sharp buzzing sound rang amongst them. You stayed silent amongst the group, watching everyone smile evilly. Your focus shifted again to the king who looked down on the scientist with a stern gaze. The scientist’s voice was loud and strange, drowning out the noises around you. His words came out of his mouth differently compared to the way people usually spoke in the land, and the mere sound of it was something you’ve never heard before. Beside him, hovering ever so slightly on the carpet that led to the throne, was a creature made of sheets of metal. It’s body rolled as if it was breathing and a bright blue light illuminated from within itself. Decorated with cylinders you have never seen before, it carried a strange weapon in one hand.

“I can replace many of your men,” the scientist explained. “Armies. I can build armies and there would be no more worry about dying!” He was a smart man and you bought into everything he said. This had been the first time you took part of the event. You couldn’t understand that this was the same meetings the maids would describe to you while doing chores. You had expected to see a fool ranting about some idiotic ideas that had no possible way of working. In front of you instead was an idea that seemed useful said by a assumed genius, but the king didn’t agree. Neither did the maids who made fun of the young man. Their words angered you and you clenched onto the skirt of your dress. Nobody paid any attention and quickly the room fell silent. The scientist finished his speech. For a moment the dreaded silence took over.

“No.” The king’s deep voice rang out. His reply shattered the poor man’s hopes and surprisingly shook you too.

“I-I..” the scientist’s face dropped no longer holding any pride. He frowned and looked to the ground before shaking his head. This answer wasn’t new. The fact that you’ve known that before or without being present in the past broke your heart.

“No.”

“He is never pleased with the inventions brought before him.” One of the maids said in attempts to get you to join later today.

The air chilled and everything felt cold. Only the few rays of sunlight that slipped through provided warmth. Highlighting his sharp features, the golden rays danced upon his angular face. Dancing down his pointy nose and slender cheeks. You watched closely as his face quickly switched from disappointed shock to anger. His face twisted and held a snarl.

“I don’t know why I keep coming here if that’s your answer every time!” He snapped. The chatter beside you grew and laughter began to form. “All I ever do is try to please yeah! You just sit there in yea fuckin throne doin nothin! My genius is ignored as you toss em aside as slaves! I’m sick of it!”

You felt sick. The overwhelming sympathy stirred everything inside you. He turned quickly to face the group and though he didn’t seem red, the pure rage radiated from him. For a moment your eyes connect and you felt like melting into the crowd with a strange heat forming on your face after being picked out so suddenly. Your mind filling quickly with thoughts. Had he actually been staring at you? Or was it just because he was facing your direction you felt a connection. Regardless, his brows knitted before he turned away again to face the king. Standing at his full height he towered over the creation beside him and continued his rant. You starred in awe, unaware of your mouth agape at how tall the man was. The lab coat he wore seemingly more fitting and showing his broad back and shoulders. A blush grew on your face as he continued yelling. He cursed the king and entire kingdom. The crowd around you scoffed at him and viewed him with nothing but disgust.

“What an awful tongue!” One yelled.

“Such disgraceful language!”

The voices conjured a pressure to rise within you. Each shout becoming louder and louder, as the beat in your chest pounded harder against itself. He raised his voice and quickly everything seemed to drown out into a whisper as he turned away. It was as if all you could hear was his uneven steps and the blood in your ears. As he headed for the exit right beside the group you stood in, you rushed to take in every detail. He was captivating and interesting. A different character unlike the rest. His wild hair complemented his emotion and your eyes traveled down his long torso until you gazed at the metal replacing his limbs. Without a simple thought you could feel your arm cutting through the air, reaching out to him. You wanted to help him. But before you could grab his gloved hand and basically feel the heat of his anger, he was gone. The invention walked by and you brought your arm back. You stood there feeling the emotions ease away and return to a normal state. Only this time, you found yourself missing his presence.

[shiimada]

not to be a ratfucker but i love the dr.junkenstien skin 😭

[shiimada]

the way genji pronounces “dr.junkenstien “ is so fucking cu t e

[shiimada]

i gave in and bought dr.junkenstien...