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soundwavesconjunx · 6 months ago

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🎭 His Dear Witch ~ 🎭

It's unknown why do you even exist. The SCP Foundation doesn't know what to do with you. You're a confusing paradox that they do not understand and most frustratingly—uncontainable in a conventional sense.

#TAGS: Nothing Time Twins related, SCP Fandom is slowly drawing me back, It includes SCP! Reader, The Herta! Reader, Honkai Star Rail x SCP Crossover, Potentially OOC, Reader x Canon, Witch Reader, Short Writing, The Herta! Reader x SCP Character, More stuff like this would be included if interested, SCP FANS ARISE. 🔥🔥🔥

— TW?: Possesive Themes, Be Warned, 035 Being 035 As Usual, Potential Yandere Themes, He Calls You His 'Wife'.

A/N: After hitting maxed pity on Herta's banner along with her LC, I decided to make an interesting crossover because I thought it would be interesting to see how this goes for The Herta! Reader Insert. (Huge bonus that I'm blessed with good stats while I'm building her. 🙏)

You’re the definition of an enigma. A literal spacefaring, unknown anomaly wrapped up in an elegantly appearance, self-aware, and untouchable persona. The Foundation doesn’t know what to do with you, and SCP-035? He’s utterly entranced.

And Who Exactly Are You in the SCP Foundation?

You are Anomaly [REDACTED], a Level 6: CTS entity classified under Euclid. They don’t fully understand what you are—just that you exist, that you have an unsettling level of influence, and that you are playing the longest of long games.

You don’t act out. You don’t cause destruction. You don’t try to escape. Instead, you watch. You let them wonder why you haven’t done anything drastic, knowing full well that the moment you choose to tip the scales, everything changes.

They don’t imprison you because they can’t. They simply keep you in containment because you allow them to.

And then there’s SCP-035.

SCP-035 has never met someone like you before.

He’s charming, cunning, and manipulative—but none of it works on you. Not because you’re immune to him, but because you let him think he’s in control before flipping the script entirely.

You’re his perfect counterpart. The ultimate tease, the unattainable yet tangible anomaly that keeps him guessing.

At first, he tries to toy with you, flirt with you, unnerve you. And then, he realizes.

Oh.

You’re not like the others.

You understand him. You see through every little act, every trick, every calculated play. But instead of rejecting him or trying to outmaneuver him, you do something infinitely worse.

You indulge him.

You let him speak his flowery words, you humor his charm—but it’s clear who the real player is in this game. He’s used to being in control, but you? You make it so easy for him to fall under your spell instead.

And it drives him insane.

The Foundation is uneasy. Not because you’re violent, but because they cannot predict what you’re doing.

Why do you allow SCP-035 to get so close?

Why does SCP-035, a master manipulator, seem to worship you?

What is your endgame?

They want to separate you two, but the problem? 035 actually behaves when you’re around.

If anything, he’s less volatile, less inclined to escape, more… cooperative. But only because he knows that if he behaves, he gets you.

035: (mocking, but with an underlying threat) “Oh? You want to take my darling away? My wife?” (chuckles darkly) “Now, now, let’s not be hasty. You wouldn’t want to see me upset, would you?”

The researchers watching? Having war flashbacks.

The Real Question is...Why You Haven’t Given Him a Permanent Host (Yet)?

Because you’re playing the long game.

You could give him a permanent body. A perfect, indestructible vessel crafted specifically for him. A host that would never rot, never decay, never fail him.

And he knows you can.

That’s why he adores you. That’s why he’s obsessed.

But you? You wait.

You let him yearn. Let him crave it. Let him wonder if today is the day you’ll finally grant him that final gift.

035: (grinning, tilting his host’s head at you) “Tell me, dearest… when will you finally stop teasing me?”

You: (smirking, brushing a hand over his mask, whispering) “Would you love me the same if I gave you everything at once?”

035: … (soft chuckle) “Ah. I see. You do know me too well, don’t you?”

And the Foundation? Losing their minds. Because whatever the hell this is? It’s not normal.

They don’t know if it’s love, obsession, or something far worse.

But they do know one thing:

SCP-035 is yours.

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mullermilkshake · 26 days ago

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Leaving is impossible.

One last time to leave.

Reiner Braun x Fem! Reader TW - This chapter covers a lot of abusive behaviour and manipulation tactics that are used irl. This is a very real scenario which has happened to people, and is intended purely for reading purposes only. Please read the tags down below and read at your own discretion. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Threats of suicide, Threats of murder, Emotional blackmail/ manipulation, Dubious consent, Breed kink, Suicidal tendencies, Abusive relationship, Coercion, References to baby trapping/stealthing, Toxic behaviour, Gun use and violence, Threatening behaviour, Threats of death and violence

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Reiner,

I can’t do this anymore. I’m so tired and you’re suffocating me. I know in time that you will make someone very happy, but right now, I’m not happy. I haven’t been for a while and I can’t stay with you being unhappy.

So I’m leaving. For good this time and there’s nothing you can do to stop this from happening…

You had been in this position plenty of times, over the course of two years in suspended animation, trying and fucking trying to get out of this. One try, two tries, even five tries and you were still back to where you began.

The man over you, your current boyfriend, was more than just suffocating, he was just plain deranged. A man adept at emotional blackmail and making everything about himself with all the expertise of just standing there like an innocent prick with no aggression.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, grinding his hips into you so delicately like you were a glass object that threatened to break under his weight.

You didn’t gain a sense that you were beautiful at all. You just wanted this over with, so you could give him that note. The note sat neatly folded in the little pocket of your jacket that you would anxiously lay on your pillow while he was asleep.

Tonight was the last straw and it was the ultimate decider to whether you were going to burn it or not. And you were not going to burn it. You had realised that as soon as you heard his voice break while he did, what he called, ‘making love’ to you.

Whatever followed suit after would no longer be your problem and couldn’t linger over your head like an overbearing storm cloud to get you wet through to the point you’d catch a week long cold.

“So… Beautiful…” He never swept you off of your feet. Ever.

He only wanted to keep you and made you feel terrible for it. The bastard.

“Y-you’re so perfect…” His lips kept close to your ear lobe, taking it between his teeth every now and then. It was as though he was tasting you.

You said nothing. Laying on your back with legs in the air either side of his waist, just waiting for it to end so you could get up and wash him off of you.

At one point in your life, you really did love him. You adored Reiner so much it hurt after you had met. A dashing and sensitive man who wanted to give you the world. And then he got complacent, lazy. Comfortable.

You recalled the first time you wanted to get out and leave. Seeing him on his knees begging, sobbing uncontrollably for another go at things and you relented. Then after a few weeks of his behaviour change, the extra work he put in that you realised should have been the bare minimum ended. And it got bad again.

Then after the next attempt to leave, Reiner understood that he didn’t need to expel all of his energy so quickly.

All he had to do, to keep you to stay, was to threaten to throw his own life away.

And it fucking worked every time.

“I-I don’t know what I’d do without you…” Was he starting to cry again? Jesus christ.

Still, you said nothing. You just let him fuck you like usual until after some time, he got sloppy as what was a boringly normal thing for him when he was close to ejaculating inside you.

After all of the exhaustive efforts to leave him, you were lucky that he hadn’t made a successful attempt to trap you with a baby or something so extreme you would have had no choice but to stay. Either that, or he was just an idiot who hadn’t thought of it yet. So it was paramount that you got out now before things grew far too ugly to even see the wood for the trees.

“I’m close, babe.” Of course he was.

He shifted his weight, his huffed breaths and groans seemed to last forever, rutting into you like a selfish beast on the high of the hunt and fresh musk. One more time. He’d come inside that condom one last time and drift off to sleep unknowing that you were leaving him for good and his threats be damned to your jittering conscience.

“Let me come inside you. Just this once?”

What?

Did he fucking know what you were about to do? There was no way, despite being on birth control, to even entertain him with that request. Coming inside someone was a privilege, not a right. You were appalled at the request, but it angered you all the more that he couldn’t read your mind.

But maybe he could.

“You want to-” It perked you up and it made you notice that he had stopped his movement.

“Please? I really want to come inside you, you’ll let me right? You’re on birth control, nothing will happen I promise. Just trust me.” He pulled out and started to pull the condom from his cock.

If you spoke up now like your gut was begging at you to do, he’d find out. He’d fucking find out and he was on top of you. Reiner had never gotten violent with you, he never needed to. Something screamed at you though, begging you to let him get away with it so as to not give your position away.

You remembered the news articles and statistics, the interviews and sudden police tape wrapped haphazardly around doors and fence panels to keep the parasitic reporters bouldering in for the crime scene photos.

Just let him do it. You can deal with it after.

He did it anyway without an answer from you. “You feel so good. I just…”

Counting down from ten. That would calm you, that could settle your nerves for just a little bit to finish this. He fucked you now, picking his pace up just a fraction and pulling you close you him you fought against your flight response to pull away from.

“I’ll fill you up and… Oh hell, just the thought of that makes me want to give you a baby.”

What the fuck?

You really struggled against yourself to keep still. No fucking way. He must have known your plan, he must have found out and was playing out his next filthy game to keep you there.

So you panicked, without even realising. “Get off… Get off me.”

He didn’t listen. “Get the fuck off of me!”

You pushed. He finally moved after what seemed like an entire lifetime. “I can’t do this-”

“What’s going on?” He watched you get up and run for the bedroom door to get your robe to cover yourself.

“I’m not in the mood, I just-” Think of something that he won’t question. “I feel ugly, my stomach hurts, my head is aching.”

Literally anything.

In your haste, a few things fell from the back of the door. You paced over to the little ensuite bathroom and closed the door. It wasn’t long until he was knocking lightly to get your attention.

“Babe, can I come in? ” No way. No fucking way,

He would only innocently talk you into sex again. Flattery was an odd power of his. He did it, without actually doing it. Ignoring him was the best thing to do.

“Tell me what I can do. I can’t help you if you don’t keep me in the loop.”

No. No. No. You covered your ears harshly with aggression, finger nails sticking your ears and leaving crescent shape marks to your skin temporarily. “Leave me alone. I don’t feel well.”

He did not knock again.

Thank fuck.

A panic you got over relatively fast, though you were unsure of how to approach the situation without making it uncomfortably awkward, and then he would never go to sleep. But as you opened that door, your stomach dropped through the floor when you saw him hunched over reading the note from your jacket pocket that was now slumped on the floor.

It must have fallen from the door.

“R-reiner.” His silence was new and fucking terrifying.

Silence.

You were certain that you were about to vomit all over the floor. “Reiner?... S-say something…”

How could you even take one step towards him with the atmospheric aura around him? He’d never been violent with you. Never.

He won’t do anything.

Wouldn’t he? In all honesty whenever you didn’t lie to yourself, you knew. You knew that you had absolutely no idea what he was capable of.

Despite being naked from the waist down, Reiner stood up and left the bedroom through the doorway and left you there in silence. Still nothing. But, while you were already in your robe, you should have thought clearly and left right then.

It took you a good minute to kick yourself into gear and look through the gap in the door. He was nowhere in sight and you told yourself that he had gone to the other room to cry of think of some pathetic excuse to keep you here.

Your bag was packed a week ago. Your clothes to get dressed into were tucked under the bed in the corner along with your passport tucked inside them inconspicuously. Your shirt and underwear made it on your figure, the large packed bag below your trembling knees as you glanced back every so often just in case he came back.

He didn’t, until he did. With a metallic click of a handgun right near your head. You froze to it immediately, lips trembling as your eyes grew wet and blinked rapidly to rid them of the saltiness so you could at least see your feet.

“Reiner please. Don’t do this.” Fighting it did not help, your voice broke and it was far too obvious you were utterly frightened.

“I can’t lose you.” Was all he said.

“And I can’t do this anymore. I-I don’t want to do this.” Full blown tears. They dripped onto the half screwed up duvet cover hanging off of the bed.

“You can’t break up with me.” His own words quivered in his mouth. “I love you so much and I won’t live in this world without you. I’m sick of clawing you back every time you try to push me away.”

“Push you… I just don’t want to be here anymore. I-I want to be on my own.” Saying it that way would make it less of a burn to his third degree mind.

“I can’t leave you on your own. I won’t.” The barrel pushed against the back of your skull, “I refuse to live in this world without you.”

Before you could cry out in a daze panic, the barrel came away and gave you space to turn and face him. Not without difficulty to see the metal paperweight of death turn around on himself.

Not again.

For a moment, you assumed it was just another ruse. Was the gun even loaded? He shoved it back into your face. “If I can’t have you in this life, then I’ll just take you with me. That way we can be together forever.”

“Reiner.” You sobbed in front of that dark hole of death right by your eyes. “Please don’t- please don’t do this!”

“If I don’t do this, then how will I get you to see how much I love you? I’m protecting you. If you stay with me, I know where you are and I’ll know you’re safe.”

“I-”

“This is the right thing for us. The right thing and I’ll stop at nothing to keep us together.” He huffed, but it appeared like it was in jest because of his weak smile pulling his lips. “I want to have babies with you… We can’t do that if you leave me, can we?”

“I don’t want that.” It was a stupid thing to say in the moment. You would need to be careful and think of another opportunity to leave if he had a gun.

Where did he get the fucking thing from?

“You do want this. You do. I-I know you do because you’re perfect for me. All that waiting around to get you to finally notice me won’t go away for nothing, I just can’t let that happen or I swear I’ll go insane.”

Another day. Live to fight another day.

“So I need you to make the choice, baby.” His grip on that gun whitened his knuckles. “Do you want to stay here with me? Or do I do the unthinkable and take us both out? I’ll be alright with both.”

He really was going to use it. It got you sobbing silently, thinking of all that made life good. And Reiner wasn’t in any of it.

“Shh, shh.” The fucker stroked your hair like it was actually meant to comfort you. “It’s alright. I’ll make it real quick, you won’t even feel it.”

Live to fight another day. Just do it. “Okay… O-okay, I’ll stay. I-I’ll stay with you.”

A fucked up smile of relief from him meant his mood declined to possibly non- lethal. “Good. You know deep down that it’s the right thing to do. We fit so perfectly together.”

He took your hand so matter-of-factly and placed the gun down onto the side table. “Let’s go get a shower. That’ll calm you down.”

Live to fight another day, frightened what he may do next should he find out. Be he’d never done anything violent to you. A gun to the head surely ticked that off the list.

Another attempt, another fail.

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