#who's 049 talking about?

[ploo-toe]

The Crow and the Mourning Dove - CH 1

SCP-049 x SCP!Reader

Series tags/warnings(18+): fem!reader, slowburn, (eventual)smut, horror, gore/violence, death, unethical experiments, dark, mentions of past trauma, happy ending

Chapter Summary: “I haven't thought of my time there in quite a while.  Sometimes I long to go back and change things, however unfit for a healer the urges may be…”

Notes: This chapter was partially to get some more info on SCP-9528, but also things are starting to get interesting! Be prepared for things to start ramping up soon… 

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Leeward tossed and turned for hours that night, 9528’s words echoing in his head.

“The Plague.”

He knew that it had lied, that it had some other motive for leaving.  But, the tone at which it had spoken, it sounded almost haunted.  Hollow.  As if its lie still held some merit to it.  It might not have been the reason it left, but perhaps there really had been a plague in Paris at the time.  Leeward chose to give up on sleeping for the night in favour of sitting at his desk and delving headfirst into research.  He had to find some break in this; make some sense of it all.  His head was practically swimming with thoughts.

It had said the 15th century in Paris.  But everywhere I look, I get the same result.  The plague ran rampant through France for the 14th century, and came back in the 16th.  The 15th was the only clean century for France, so why did it sound so certain? What Plague was it referring to?

Leeward groaned, leaning back in his chair to stare at the wall.  At least this was more interesting than before.  He let his eyes wander, lost in thought, before they settled on his calendar.  More specifically, the messy scrawl of his handwriting dating just three days from now. Interview with SCP-049 @2:15pm.

His eyes widened and he shot up, knocking his chair back in the process.  049 devotes itself completely to curing the pestilence; it claims that every sickness falls under the category.  And, it’s certainly old enough, what if it knows the plague that 9528 is referring to. What if it had been there?  Leeward couldn’t remember the last time he felt this motivated for his work.  But still, one question poked at the back of his mind.  Why had 9528 lied?  It was clear that there was something it didn’t want him to know.  He was determined to find out what, however long it took him.

The days leading up to Leeward’s interview with 049, Leeward had done more research than he’d done in his entire career .  He pulled everything that he could on 9528, trying to glean as much as he could from the spotty information.   Almost everything he could find was heavily redacted, so much so that he could barely make anything of it, or it had been expunged entirely.  He had almost given up on his search entirely, before he came across two files that hadn’t been as censored as the others.  The first being an interview of someone who had heard of 9528 before its capture.

Witness:[REDACTED]

Date:[REDACTED]

Location:[REDACTED]

Translator:[REDACTED]

The “ange de la mort”; Angel of death.  While some fear her, others revere her.  She has traveled France for decades, leaving mountains of bodies in her wake.  During the first few days she brings music and medicines, helping the ill, poor, or abused.  People would come to her while it was performing, and pray.  Some asked for a bountiful harvest and good health.  Others prayed for protection from dangers.  On the fifth night, she would become lethal.  Lurking in the shadows, delivering retribution.  With a flick of the wrist, she could kill a dozen men.  She only targeted the guilty, and would disappear when they had been disposed of.

Witness to be [REDACTED] after further investigation

Leeward shuttered.  He knew that the foundation despised loose ends, but to think what happened to that man, just for telling them what seemed to be nothing more than a local legend.  And the fact that in its own twisted way, 9528 was helping people.  It proves that it has the capacity for morals in a way that some of the other scp’s didn’t.  

He switched over to the second file.  This one detailed the capture of 9528.

SCP-9528 was found standing in[REDACTED] just outside of [REDACTED], surrounded by [REDACTED] that had been thoroughly mutilated.  It was almost entirely covered in blood, a farming sickle made entirely of bone hung loosely in its hand.   When asked why it had killed them in such a way, it simply stated “They were liars”.  It was later discovered that they had traveled to [REDACTED] posing as doctors, cheating people out of their money.  Why this aggravated SCP-9528 so much still remains unknown.

Notes:

[REDACTED] tasked with SCP-9528 reported seeing its eyes in their dreams for [REDACTED] .  All described it as having an “unsettling and uncanny” look to it. Cover with bandage until further notice.

Sickle confiscated for further testing.

Is that why SCP-9528’s eyes were covered?  Was there some type of anomalous effect, or was it just so ingrained in their minds that it was the subject of their dreams?  And why had the people posing as doctors upset 9528 so much that it mutilated them?  The amount of reading he had done left him with a splitting headache.  Why was this scp so difficult to learn about?

Dr.Leewards interview with Scp-049 couldn’t have come sooner.  He was itching for answers, and he was hoping 049 might have some.  He wasted no time getting started.

“Hello Doctor, what do you wish to discuss today?”  049 sat with its hands clasped on the table across from him, as if it paid no mind to the restraints binding it.

“Hello 049.  I was actually hoping you could help me with something related to my work.”

“Are you finally joining my arduous battle against the pestilence?”

“Not quite.  I have some questions that hopefully your… expertise could clear up.  In return, I’m willing to arrange for a human cadaver to be brought down to further your studies.”

049 took little time thinking it over before nodding its head lightly.  “Yes, this is an acceptable agreement.  What men of medicine would we be if we were to not assist one another?”

“My thoughts exactly, I appreciate your cooperation.”  Leeward knew it was best to go along if he wanted to get anywhere.  “I want to know if you have any knowledge of a plague taking place in France during the 15th century?”

“Ah yes! The pestilence was rampant during the time! I was still in Paris then, devoting my time to learning medicine.  I had yet to become the great healer I am now… Although we always remain students, much to learn…” 049 began to trail off.

“So there was a sickness then?  Why aren’t there any records of it?”

“You need only to open your mind, Doctor!  This was not a sickness of the body, but a sickness of mind.

While he didn’t understand it completely, it was better than nothing.  049 began mumbling to himself lightly.

“I haven't thought of my time there in quite a while.  Sometimes I long to go back and change things, however unfit for a healer the urges may be…”  He spoke so softly that Leeward almost hadn’t heard him.  The topic had certainly piqued his interest, 049 rarely spoke so openly of its emotions.  Leeward had almost forgotten that he possessed the capacity for them.

“What do you long to change?”

“Apologies, Doctor.  I seem to have gotten caught up reminiscing.  There was… someone important to me in Paris.  The pestilence there eventually led to their demise.  It matters naught.  I do hope you make those arrangements in a timely manner.  I wish to further develop my cure, I feel I'm close to a breakthrough.”

“I’ll see to it 049, thank you for your cooperation.”  Leeward gathered his things and made his way back to his office. 

[dolliestfairy]

Yandere SCP with a chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy Entity.

✧ A/N : its been a while since i dont write because i've been quite the busy here. but now i decided too and recently i've been very interested in scp lore and stories also with the monsters in it and decided to write it on my own within my own style. and + also this was a yandere :). what do you think? if you liked this please gave it a reblog and likes! i will very appreciate it ♡.

✧ Tw : Kidnapping, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Sadism, Carnage/Slaughtering, Blood, Unhealthy Behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Kind of Enemies to Lovers with Scp 682, Worship in 079 and SA in 682 (not from him, but from another person.) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No skintone of reader mentioned.

𑁍 Scp 049

• ugh.. where should i start with this guy? ah.. yes.. he's such a gentleman isnt he?

• first time he realize your appereance he thinks of you as such a delicate creature. he never sees you face to face, he just realize some very Soft and Pleaseable Appereance that was catching him off guard.

• that until he really met you face to face, and if only he wasnt such a cold gentleman he would praise you to death. i mean.. how could he not? you're just soo beautiful. its hard to believe that the facility who basically took you from where you were belong to think that you were some kind of monster when you're literally far from it.

• after he met you he think that he was just simply fascinated by your beauty-appereance, that until he is aware that he doesnt want you to be locked too far from where he was stayed at.

• what he wants is that your cell is to be placed right besides him. not far from him. now this guy is an aware yandere, and not to mention he's a very intelligent one too, he'll be pretty quick to know that his respond towards you snd the facility are far from being called normal because h literally just out burst at one of the scp staff for wanting to take you away from him.

• and the staff was not stupid either, espesially the scientist. they pretty much off guard and very heavily-aware of his action towards them and espesially you. so they start to put you into a different room, besides his cell with a mirror placed into each others wall.

• while the scientist observe from the Cctv, they see that you and 049, both was actually getting along each other.

• this is something the scientist does not really excepting, because well after all they always knew 049 as a very cold yet a gentleman anomaly to ever known in the facility. it was absolutely fascinating to see you - who is more friendly and well not so quiet as him can get pretty much along.

• this makes them hold you within 049 much longer than they actually plan.

• and of course, this all also come to 049 happiness as he obviously can see you much longer even in a different sell, he would love to meet you, see you, and talk to you everyday.

• theres no one, not even another scp or scp staff or even those great scientist could take you away from him, not even death. he swore to hold you within him just so you can be there, for him and him only.

𑁍 Scp 035

• now what i notice about this creature right here is that he actually quite the flirty one, and lets be honest - he also has some major anger issues holding him up, also a bit of sadism.

• first he sees you from his cell he just knew that you are the one. and let me tell you, besides from all his flirty personality, anger issues, and those sadism, he definetly also has some serious, Serious possessiveness.

• really become an aggresive hostile once he sees you getting interviewed by a male staff, making him growl from his cell, and of course - this lead to the other staffs attention.

• when they ask him about why was he being so hostile towards the male staff he said that "they do not deserve her. only i deserve her." and when the staff ask him "who do you mean by saying 'her'?" only to find out that "her" was you.

• and after that the staff check on you both, interviewing on you both and this time they ask a female staff to interview you, and 035 is much more calmer than before.

• this will all be kicked out of the window when the staff wanting to place you to an Abroad facility. of course this will make 035 sees red. and what can only be describe after this was a carnage.

• and at the end -- he escaped. with the willing to free you from those fuckers who tried to take away the love of his life (or so he tought) from him. he can and would spill many blood as it need if it can help him getting you again. and he wont stop, no matter how much host it will need and change, his goal is just one; getting you back again.

𑁍 Scp 079

• the first he sees you he really just over the heels for you. no - i am not joking, this dude here is drooling, even if he cant he can feel so while seeing you.

• absolutely admire everything you had. the way you talked, smiled, and walk is just different.

• absolutely reject the calls scp staff throw at you as a "monster" no matter how much they tried, they couldnt convience 079 that you were indeed a monster.

• really love the shape of your body, that was another thing of why he would take an extra glance at your plump body once he realize your appereance.

• is absolutely dying to have you for himself but how can he? he just there and can only watch you when you walked pass his cell.

• and another one is that he absolutely dreaming about you. wether its a cute one, a bad one, or even a naughty one, he does not care. once he start dreaming about you i recommend anyone to dont ever dare to try to take him away from his daydreaming moment or whoever that person is will have to encounter the out burst of 079.

• and after he's done? nothing would changed.. and at the end, he wouldnt be another different thing more than some unsual computer entity dude who is obsessed over some fairy.

𑁍 Scp 682

• really cocky about you lmao, and very sassy too.

• at first he actually (kinda) hate/dislike you because your overall personality and looks are definetly and obviously a literal opposite from him.

• everytime anyone sees you besides him they already can see the different. surely we dont have to waste our fingers to write what are your difference than him other than the fact that you both were a living things. but it was just sooo noticable like.. ugh.

• this enemies feeling will turn into lover as soon as some Bastardize staff start to treat you in a very unappropriate tone.

• and this time he just felt like he had to protect you somehow. protect you from getting experimented and other bad things.

• even if he's actually really feeling that way, still -- he is a big Tsundere weird lizard so he would rather simply just bury himself alive than admitting it openly.

• but asides from all of that, he actually really aware about his feelings. about the fact that he actually has some feelings for you. and he doesnt even sure of how to say it to you because he just think of it as a very big embarassement.

• this is just a matter of time before he finally decided to tell you about this feeling. the bad news is that, the same day he convience to you, is the same day that he would take you with him for eternity.

• and not even death can separate you from him ever.

[wolveria]

tw for those not comfortable with talk of pregnancy — but, how do you think 049 would react if Reid actually got pregnant? I’m curious as to what our favorite bird boi would think 🤔

049 has a deeply rooted but undiscovered breeding kink, so trying to intentionally knock Reid up would drive him mad. Although, in their case, I feel like it would be an accidental pregnancy.

Initially, he'd panic. He doesn't know anything about being a caregiver (not entirely true, but remember, he's panicking) and he'd be terrified of screwing up.

He'd be scared of even holding them, unsure if he could do so safely, but even before the birth he'd be a protective menace to Reid. Making sure she has everything she needs, not so much doting as being an overbearing hen.

Once Reid talks him back from the ledge and gets him to calm down, 049 would eventually ease into the idea and the role of being a parent. Then he'd be excited. He doesn't care what their kid(s) will look like, or whether they're human.

He just wants to love them. Not so much because they came from him, but because they're a part of Reid.

Despite his breeding kink and how feral he would be at the idea of impregnating her, he would love her kids no matter who the father was, and take care of them as if they were his own.

[maruchan25]

Yooo!! Can you you do something about polyamorous love relationships between scp-035/scp-049/fem reader?? If anything, I'm not rushing, take your time!

hiiiii there thank you for your request I'm sorry if it took me alot it's just I had a busy week! I hope you enjoy it! Gifs not mine!!

-they both falled for you

-they both fighted for you and tried to end each other (mostly 035)

-049 tried to win you being a gentleman as always while 035...well he tried to charm you and even gaslight you to think you would be better with him

-they both pointed the others red flags at you 049 on a sutile way 035 very openly

-but you had enough and confronted them ,you 3 fitted down and started discussing it neither of them agreed they didn't want to share you very hesitated they agreed after alot of times bringing it up

-you 3 are now on a relationship but they prefer not to be affectionate with each other just with you

-049 is the most serious one on the relationship being more a mom than a boyfriend sometimes

-you pass more time with 049 cuz 035 needs new host every certain time but you are with 035 when 049 is "curing people"

-jealousy: they constantly compete to see who has your attention if you kiss one you have to kiss the other

-049 yes gets jealous of 035 when you are passing more time with him but out of that he isn't very jealous he trust you and know you are a women with boundaries while in the other side 035 is jealous and possessive of you if a guy is talking to you he would go and kill him or tell to 049 and make him see that guy as a threat

-poor of the person who dare lay a finger on you he would get a double beat and get zombified

-they are both protective of you they just care alot for you!! If there's a containment breach you have to stay behind them and that's not a question you had to do it

-you 3 sleep together everyone on a side you in the middle they both cuddling you

-049 would appreciate alot if you and 035 don't bother him while he is operating but we both know that's not possible

-they both use pet names very frequently 049 use "mon amour" , "ma cherié" and "honey" while 035 use "sweetie" "sweetheart" and. "Princess" 035 it's more corny in that sense, 049 it's the more formal type

-035 show his love by words 049 by affection and words both

[cauliflowertree]

silly girl—cedric diggory.

summary: based on ‘silly girl’ by chloe moriondo.

word count: i’ll add later. but it’s short.

fanfic no. 049.

flowers bloomed where he walked

angels sang when he talked.

you laid your head down on your pillow as thoughts of cedric diggory saturated each thought in your head, until even in unconsciousness you would be thinking of him. and he would brighten your dreams with a radiant haze, a golden hue, that left you with a faint smile upon your lips as you slept and dreamt.

in your own world, the one where you were happiest and the least alone, cedric was nothing short of perfect, nothing short of wonderful. in this world, the one that didn’t exist, you truly believed there was a chance he could like you back even a fraction of the amount you adored him. you could believe anything in this world and it would come true.

only would you snap back to reality when the smile you cast him across the room went unreciprocated, because he didn’t notice you. if he knew your name, that was as close to being friends as you were and might ever be. but you were so often thinking about him, it felt like you knew him. it was a harsh reality you were faced with when he reminded you day after day you didn’t know him at all.

but in your little world, you knew him.

but that wasn’t really him.

and today, as you sat captivated by the boy who seemed to be surrounded by a golden aura, you sighed heavily, wondering how you could have ever thought someone like him would fall for someone like you. someone who dulled in comparison, someone who was only tepid alongside someone so vivacious.

as class was dismissed, you packed your things slowly, absentmindedly as you caressed your sorrows gently, in the hopes they wouldn’t be too unforgiving, unbeknownst to the group of boys teasing cedric for turning pink. turning to leave, you dragged your heels against the stone floor, intently listening to the odd sound of friction from your own feet that you hardly noticed that of anyone else’s. not even the footsteps running up from behind you.

or your name being called repeatedly.

“y/n!” a voice called, followed by a hand on your shoulder. “blimey, you’re a fast one,” cedric chuckled.

bewilderment was slow to wear off, leading cedric to speak again when faced with your silence.

“are you alright?”

“yeah! are you?” you forced out, wondering if something was wrong or if you’d left something in class.

“yeah. can i carry your books?” he asked, a smile gracing his features.

“why?” you asked curiously.

he scoffed awkwardly. “well i don’t have to,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“no!” you said quickly, shoving your books into his stomach and then turning to walk down the hall again.

cedric snickered a little, but caught up again with your books in his hands, just walking alongside you in silence as he thought about the best way to broach the subject after that encounter.

“do you need the answers for the homework or something?” you asked. “i haven’t finished yet but-”

“no, i don’t,” he interrupted you, but calmed your nerves with a charming smile. “actually i wanted to ask if you had any plans this weekend?”

stopping in front of your next classroom, to which you were five minutes early, you shook your head. cedric stopped too, recognising the charms classroom and asking if this was your next lesson.

“yes,” you replied, and he handed you your books back carefully, fingertips brushing against yours.

“not a bad end to the day,” he commented. “anyway, would you want to go to hogsmeade with me, then?”

“me?!”

“well, yeah. i’m asking you, aren’t i?”

it’s as if you were in your own little world again, a dreamlike state, which forced you to snap the hair tie on your wrist against your skin, wondering if it would startle you awake. but you stayed right where you were, and cedric looked more nervous by the second, the more you inflicted silence upon him.

“are you sure?”

“quite,” he laughed.

before you answered, you looked around the deserted corridors for someone peeking behind a corner and listened carefully to the quietness for the sound of chuckling in the distance. but there was nothing but cedric waiting patiently for your response, rocking between the toes and heels of his feet, hands in his pockets with his shoulders tensed.

“i’d love to,” you said quietly.

“great!” beamed cedric, running a hand through his hair, releasing a breathy laugh.

as students began to filter into the corridor, walking to and from their lessons, cedric kissed you on the cheek before strutting down the hall, leaving you in awe.

“see you saturday, 12pm!” he shouted as he turned around.

but today, thursday at 2:03pm in the afternoon, was the day your own little world and the world you were forced to live in everyday, shifted into each other’s orbit and began to merge together. the day you realised cedric diggory thought of you too.

🏷 @imabee-oralizard @finns-arm-is-mint @inkluvs @basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin @undead0relived @lee-says-things

[entomo-maniac]

who tf is Naya?

This will be the last time I talk about this because I'm genuinely tired and sick of her and this situation.

Naya (nayafenix15/nayadefenix/darknesssanthia) was an artist for the scp fandom, particularly, she made fanarts of scp-076, scp-2369, and scp-049 under her au called "holly holly nightmare", which also included her ocs and other people's.

Since 2020/2021, people who post under the scp-076 tag were constantly harassed, one of these persons being Naya. While the first stalker may have been real*, the others shared the same speech pattern, Christian fundamentalist, Brazilian-Portuguese, etc. (Note that this part is mostly a second-hand story since I was somewhat separated from the fandom at this time).

*apparent message from the first hater

Now about she has done:

She created several accounts to harass the artist ItaliaNinjArtist, who made art of scp-076 x oc.

She sent an edited image of her face, in which real male genitalia appeared, to a minor, she tried to defend herself by saying that the person she sent the photo to was a 21-year-old*, In addition to sending several questions to this same minor mentioning human trafficking. She also followed this minor in twitter using her NSFW account.

*This can be partially true, as the 21-year-old was J.T. Weird-BrainRot (mentioned by Naya herself), as they were close at some point, but I don't know the extent of their relationship.

She send an ask to another minor, talking about incest related to the religious counterparts of scp-076 and 073, she also made rude and snarky comments everytime this minor posted something, It should be noted that she did the same with the previously mentioned minor. She also started following this minor under the account darknesssanthia, which was a heavily oriented NSFW account.

She victimized himself in private messages, again, to minors, telling her side of the story, which was extremely distorted to make her not look bad. I don't know how many minors are involved in this, but there are at least 4.

Drawn/reblog art of the old version of scp-166, which we all know this version was an extremely sexualized representation of a minor.

She also had a separate account posing as her cousin to ask herself to make nsfw art about the oc someone who was a minor.

For me, she left awkward and inappropriate comments, the most notable one I can mention was her asking me if I was going to get my period, In addition to leaving several comments of hatred towards 073 in the publications that I made in Spanish, it should be noted that this hatred was completely founded by the version of the Bible of this character.

All this is what I have been able to compile in what has been this month and last.

I am currently receiving several messages from her from different accounts, the ones I have blocked are:

betsyqueenn, canceledbybitcheslikeyou, quenniesalyerr and enocthethott.

[snezka-049]

Snezka and Doctor reference and lore (SCP-049) 🐰💚/💉🖤

Disclaimer: events of this story of Doctor (SCP-049) and Snezka, take place in one of the many multiverses of SCP! Lore will be supplemented. Sorry my bad English. This is my first experience.

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• Snezka. Doctor's ssistant and apprentice.

Snezka's story [tw] (its me, myself, Childhood and my ideas, real events)

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From birth, Snezka had to go through traumatic, unpleasant events in the family: her father's frequent violence against her mother, their scandalous breakup, her repeated returns to him, and an identical outcome.

When Snezka was 5 years old, she and her mother moved to live with a very conservative grandmother. Domestic violence continued, in form of a cruel and despotic upbringing of Snezhka. For any childish mistakes, without explaining what she was guilty of, what she did wrong, and how it was worth doing - she was beaten, humiliated, severely punished.

When Snezka was 8 years old, her mother found a new husband, together they moved in with him, but problems got worse. Her stepfather began to drink alcohol often. In a drunken state, he became aggressive and literally tried to kill little Snezka. She had to run away from home to be safe, because her mother, although she tried to protect her, it was unsuccessful.

In future, these events affected her character, making her nervous, anxious, blaming for everything, depressed, and paranoid. This led to trouble in the future.

Problems began in her school years, it was not possible to join the team, all because Snezka's upbringing took place behind closed doors, she had no friends, for reason that she was not allowed to leave the house, she rarely went out for a walk, and then only under a control of her mother. She was not taught social adjustment and interaction, as it was not a priority for her mother herself.

Unjustified bullying and rejection of her peers led Snezka to aggression, in4 future she became detached from the general mass of people and until the very end of school, she experienced bullying.

The events that had happened had led her to Introspection. More and more often she thought about a meaning of existence, society and other philosophical reflections. Later, all of this led her to a breakdown, from which she attempted to take her own life. The attempt turned out to be non-lethal, which in the end brings more trouble and attempts to bring the matter to the end. From the age of 12 to 16, she tried to take her own life. Her family couldn't understand or help her, her problems didn't seem significant, her attitude was worse, no one tried to understand how she felt, no one tried to help or even just talk to her.

Since the time of rethinking, personality formation and age, the girl copes with problems and works on herself. In the family everything is more or less settled, communication and society appeared. In the process of the flow of all the traumas experienced, Snezka understands her mistakes and the mistakes of this world, the problems of society and the relations of people to each other.

Her raison d'être is to become one of those who will change the world for better. She dreams of working in medicine or psychology, but when she went through the psychiatric board, she was not accepted for training because she was diagnosed with schizotypal disorder. The disorder was diagnosed at the age of 15 when she was being treated in a neuropsychiatric hospital. This plunged her into further despair for several years, but eventually she came to decision to find another way to realize her destiny. More specifically, to return to what she'd been practicing before.

She had a theory that there were no bad people in the world, but wounded people who had not been healed. She believed that a person becomes wounded after being treated unfairly or cruelly by others who are similarly wounded. If a person does not work on his wound, it will not heal, because there are many wounded people in the world that will scratch this wound, making it bigger. And this pain and resentment like a virus or rot infects his soul completely, making the person the same as one who once inflicted the wound. Later on, this person carries this pain and resentment further, taking it out on others, making more infected. It is an endless cycle that cannot be eradicated completely, but can be minimized. Some can handle it, and some need help. It is necessary that a person wants help, understands the situation and tries to solve it too, because no one can help you better than you yourself, which is what Snezka had to go through.

Her first steps towards this were moral support and help to similarly lonely or abandoned people. She communicated with a lot of different people on the Internet, looking for people who needed help, as well as compensating for her lack of social life as a child. A lot of people during her communication with her, gained trust, she always said that she was ready to listen and help. People disclosed their emotional wounds to her, and Snezka could help them find a way to cure, gave advice on how to correct the problematic situation, as well as providing moral and psychological support, helping people to understand themselves.

One day everything changed in Snezka's life, a special Doctor appeared in her life....

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• SCP-049, Doctor. A humanoid creature, an anomaly, and a misunderstood genius.

The Doctor's Story (SCP-049)

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Once upon a time, he was probably an ordinary person, but after one incident and getting into "Alagadda", he became what he is to this day. It is not yet known whether it is possible to return it to its previous form, is it worth it?

Doctor believes that the world is sick with the "Pestilence" ー as he himself nicknamed this disease, its nature is not studied. His task is to rid the world of it, for what reason he took on this responsibility is not known, or maybe someone initiated him into it, once in the past (?). It has the ability to stop all biological processes in the human body with one touch, at its own will.

(The Pestilence is not a simple plague!)

Was captured by the SCP Foundation, which studies anomalies and contains them. At first, during his stay in the fund, he was closed in on himself and nurtured a plan for further actions. When he was told where he was, Doctor was very happy to be in the company of fellow researchers and scientists. He was eager to share his achievements and talk about his experience, but unfortunately he faced misunderstanding. His life's work, all his works, were criticized.

He insisted and was given a opportunity to show himself, but his experiments and operations failed, which with each such failure minimized the Foundation's handouts, and then stopped altogether. WhicWhichh extremely angered Doctor, in his opinion, the foundation staff, like many others, are incapable of looking past the minor setbacks to the salvation happening right before their eyes. He genuinely wants to help others, but unfortunately he was unable to provide the foundation with a concrete example of exactly what he is trying to save everyone from.

His long past keeps many secrets that he does not yet tell, probably does not remember everything or for some reason keeps it a secret.

One day, his life changed, he had a faithful and devoted ally who understands him and is ready for anything...

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• Beginning, escape from the foundation

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Snezka learns about the SCP Foundation from an acquaintance, and by invitation she managed to get to work there as a programmer. While working at the foundation, she learned about SCP-049 and became interested in his personality. As she learned more about him, she realized that they had a common goal in life and could help each other achieve it. She felt compassion for him and saw herself in him. She realized that this was an opportunity to change the world.

There was an accident at the Foundation, the security system was shut down, and most of the dangerous objects broke free, causing all the attention of the Foundation's guards to be focused on them. Snezka managed to get into SCP-049's holding cell, talk to him and convince him to trust her. Doctor was eager to return to freedom and continue his work after so many years. After a long time in the foundation, he had nothing to lose, the days were the same, and the possibility of escape became a very interesting proposition. Of course, he had to go through some difficulties, but the escape was successful. Doctor became one of hundreds of missing anomalies, and Snezka was added to the missing/possibly murdered staff.

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• Doctor and Snezka personalities

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Snezka

Born in the south of Russia. Speaks Russian and English, and is learning French. She looks like a fragile girl, slightly infantile, hyperactive, but when responsible moment comes, she becomes serious and collected. Extremely loyal and devoted, idealist, romantic and dreamer. Open and sociable when around Doctor. In public (without him) shy and silent. Optimist, finds bright sides in any situation, although due to frequent attempts to understand herself and digging in the past, there are prolonged depressive periods, and anxiety. (this has been eliminated with the advent of Doctor). Hypochondriac, vulnerable, can cry easily. Very empathic.

Often she feels miserably for dying sick patients, even if she tries to separate feelings from work and understands that this is all for the good. Even realizing cure is not perfect, she still fully trusts and is confident Doctor.

Attitude towards Doctor

She considers Doctor an alternative better version of herself, finds inspiration in him and sees an example to follow, dreams of being like him. Madly in love with him. He surrounds with a lot of care and tactility, shows signs of attention, may not notice how he hits hyper-protection.

Previously, Snezka did not have such love and romantic feelings for anyone, for a long time she believed that she did not need it, her priority was her life goal and work.

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Doctor (SCP-049)

He is able to speak different languages, although he prefers English or French. He is extremely well-mannered, intelligent, well-read and intelligent, a master of his profession, has outstanding knowledge and skills in the field of medicine. Uses complex phrases, metaphors and terms in speech. Very rarely show emotions, but is able to show them.

In general, peaceful, it is difficult to get him out of temper, however, if it comes to work or there is a person with pestilence next to him, he becomes aggressive and seeks to "cure" the patient.

Reacts negatively to criticism, is an idealist and a perfectionist. A little pessimistic, but confident in himself and his abilities (or wants to think so).

Attitude towards Snezka

Doctor sees in Snezka a hope, she motivates and invigorates him. With the appearance of this girl, his existence has brightened. She makes him feel truly needed in the world, which inspires and energizes him to work, he feels supported, cared for and understood. For a long time, Doctor has been alone and self-reliant. He has never experienced romantic feelings in his entire existence, which makes him temporarily unaware of his relationship with Snezka, but he knows that these feelings are positive. Deep down, Doctor is afraid of losing her, so he pays attention to all her complaints about her well-being.

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• Time after the escape

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Doctor began to live with Snezka, he understood that he would be safe with her, he did not want to be lonely again, he became attached to her. He was temporarily deprived of the opportunity to practice treating the pestilence. Doctor is a master of his profession, but because of the peculiarity of his essence, he cannot officially work as a doctor.

(and also does not have a license)

Snezka understood his longing for work, and also wanted to participate in it, she was very sorry for the fate of the Doctor and she was ready to help him with everything.

Sharing her story, Doctor realized that it makes sense for them to be together, and he takes her as a apprentice. The teaching took place theoretically, from his notes and personal narratives, but theory alone is not enough.

After a while, they became underground doctors, setting up their clinic at Snezka's home. Funds for it were spent from Snezka's budget, she earned money on tailoring clothes to order and drawing. This was enough to cover the costs of their accommodation.

For the clinic, Snezka found potential clients ー people in need of medical care. For their work, Doctor and Snezka took a symbolic payment, affordable to patients.

Those who did not have pestilence were cure with standard methods and procedures, whereas cure a patient with pestilence most often resulted in death.

Of course, the cure needs to be improved, but together they will find the best medicine.

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• Development of romantic relationships

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Their relationship was friendly. The initiative to get closer and move to romance began to show Snezka. Doctor noticed the change in her behavior immediately, but he was in no hurry to draw conclusions .

After a while, he began to feel that he too wanted to pay attention to Snezka and try to start a serious relationship, but only after he had achieved his goal of cure the world from the pestilence. But after a few years, he decided that their relationship wouldn't interfere with work, and made the first move, saying: "I've never felt this way before, but I think I love you."

After discovering that their thoughts and feelings were mutual, the couple began to pay even more attention to each other and express their love directly.

Because of Snezka, Doctor found inspiration and motivation to work, became less withdrawn and not shy to show feelings and emotions. And because of Doctor, Snezka was able to cope with her anxiety, become self-confident and let go of her past.

They complement each other, and together they can work on themselves and their common cause, they were able to realize each other's goals and desires.

They are cure for each other.

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• How they spend time together

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Most of their time, they are engaged in Snowball's work, treatment, and training.

In their free time, Snezka and Doctor like to philosophize about life over a cup of tea, walk in nature away from people, both have a weakness for lavender.

Often Snezka tries to introduce Doctor to modern culture, sometimes you need to take a break from work. She introduced him to many films, TV series, cartoons and video games.

Separately, they are withdrawn and deeply immersed in their thoughts, but when together, they become different. Sometimes Snezka becomes a psychologist for Doctor, because he still has mental wounds that he has never told anyone about, and she helps to heal them. They are confident in each other.

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• Situations from their lives

Why not, ahah. Section will be supplemented.

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Snezka often gives Doctor gifts, once the Doctor decided to give her his first gift, it was an embalmed heart in a jar. Snezka still doesn't know who owned the heart.

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One day Snezka decided to introduce Doctor to her family. She asked him not to talk about pestilence and not to cure anyone in her family if someone was sick with the fever, at least on the day of the first meeting, at least not in front of everyone. He promised that everything would go well.

At the family meeting, it was tense at first, Snezka's family was embarrassed by her lover's appearance. But after chatting for a few hours, they realized that he might be creepy on the outside, but he was a smart, well-mannered man.

When Snezka and the Doctor arrived home, Doctor sighed heavily and said that he was holding on and keeping his head down, but there were two people at the table with them who were sick with pestilence . They never traveled together to Snowball's family again.

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That's all for now, it will be updated from time to time. In the meantime, you can ask questions, thank you :3

[ijumpbridges]

Do a headcanon of scp 076, scp 049, scp 2396, doctor cleff, doctor iceberg, doctor kondrank, doctor glass on the first date.

First Date!

Ft. Scp 049, Scp 076, Scp 2396, Dr. Clef, Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Glass, Dr. Iceberg.

____ scp 049

Its impressive that you got him out of his lab to go on a date with you.

You were probably the one who suggested and it and he agree to it and decide to plan a picnic and restaurant theme inside his cell

Yall eating ok the floor but the 049-2 dress up as waiters.

Used 049-2 as the ones who would bring food or help around to make the setting for comfortable.

When you came in bringing the food he had the wine cups outside and bottles of stolen wine and the carpet and blankets on the floor.

The dinner was nice, you brought white spaghettini and he complimented it.

He gave you a lots of compliments.

He talked about the pestilence.

And you excuse yourself many times just to cough or sneeze cuz you don’t want to trigger him.

It was annoying, but overall the date was great, but you were removed from his cell.

scp 076

Blink twice you need help.

You date consist on doing physical work so im going to put maybe doing a sport together or taking care of animals in the foundations shelters.

If you chose to do a sport with him, be very careful, since its you are not strong enough to beat him.

It doesn’t matter if he says he will try to go ‘soft’ on you, he will throw you across the room.

If you chose to take care of the animals it would a nice heartwarming moment together, bounding with animals and you helps him a lot.

He was able to wash then and get them ready up to the standards.

You both also played with them afterwards in the artificial park and dog training section.

Throwing balls and training them.

You both would challenge each other, until it went wrong.

You ended up with a broken arm because of him.

When you told your friends they about it laughed at you, but at least 076 defended you to an extend until you told him not to and that it was fine since they were your friends unless it was someone from your outside group.

scp 2396

I think a movie night or a breach contaimenht to a theme park.

You cant chose cuz both thinks happen.

She invited you to watch a movie with her and you agree to it.

When you got to her containment chamber thinking you were going to watch the movie there, she tells you to wait out.

By ‘outside’ you though she meant outside of her chamber not the foundation.

She breach containment and actually made it out and when you heard this you went after her.

Afterwards you went to watch the movie, it was Barbie, she cry and while crying you two had to leave because the foundation had found you.

Luckily it was night and the theme park was close and since you both escape through the back door and no one saw you went to the theme park to calm her down.

You two when to the wheel fortune and got to the top and it felt relaxing and you even got a small conversation before a light from a helicopter showed up pointing at both of you.

A whole MTF squad showed up and took you both from the top.

They made you both climb up to the helicopter and went back tot he foundation.

Dr. Clef

Blink twice if you need help.

It was suppose to be a restaurant date night, but all went side ways and shit the fan and you are on the run with him.

The dinner date was not going great, the guy was being weird.

You kept your cool even with his weird comments.

Then a breach containment happen, this was a perfect time, since you could ditch the date.

But no, you see Clef told you he was going to take you to somewhere safe.

And you follow him, he took out his gun and then it was too late for you to make any decisions.

This man, brought you to the anomaly and not only that he started to provoke it.

So, now you that you are in danger you had to put your nerves aside and get your flight or fight reflex if you want to make it out alive.

He did a good job on containing that anomaly and he even protected you and hand you a gun to kill off any remaining of the anomaly.

Then you both got something to drink and part ways since its been a long night, afterwards you realize that he wasn’t so bad.

Dr. Kondraki

He took you to take picture with 408.

They were adorable and really friendly towards you.

They even surrounded you.

And he took a pic of that since he thought it looked cute, but he will never admit that.

He will take you around and bring you to the bar.

While you two talked he tried to control himself on the drinking.

But how could he if you were also tipsy too?

At the end of the date both of you only got tipsy not drunk, but a little which it was great for him.

You two mostly talked about anything and everything that wasn’t work related, he showed his works on photography and you showed him your hobbies and the things you achieve from it.

He dropped you off and then he went home.

It was a great night, you two really bonded, might as well get another date too.

Dr. Glass

He asks you out and you agree to a dinner night.

You two went actually out of the foundation to get dinner and wine together.

Being away from the foundation was actually nice and you two had a nice moment.

Until one of his client shows up at the dinner.

Like out of nowhere and uninvited saying he was looking for him cuz something fucked just happen to them.

And not only that just like a hardworking ants more two more came behind him. One was an Scp the other was a mtf chasing after it.

Then more people started to come in asking for your help, you and Simon looked at each other and sight in sync.

The date had to be cancel and reschedule, but you both got the left overs of your dinner and bought some wine.

Then you meet up at his place and set up a theme and mood for a dinner and had fun again talking.

The night went great with him.

Dr. Iceberg

Remember to blink twice if you need help.

And take pepper spray you will need it.

You either grab coffee in the morning or grab a drink at the end of your shift.

It was with mix feelings.

The guy will show some of his red flags.

Talking about the foundation and how they wont give him a promotion.

Ngl, it was a good vibe at first but then the guy was full of himself and probably made you uncomfortable.

You tried listening and giving him advice and everything and he took them to heart.

He tried touching you and you might have flinch med a little with how clod they were.

So, you tried to make room for you to talk about and he might have criticized some of the stuff that you say.

The end of the date the whole thing was on thin ice so it depends if you both reach out for another date.

[taxes-evasion]

𝑅𝐸𝐿𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑃 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑆𝐶𝑃 049

Requested by: a friend of mine

Main Characters: SCP 049 and Female Scientist!Reader

Warnings: mention of death, blood, operations on corpses, something similar to zombies (?), bringing people and/or animals back to life, injections

𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

YOUR POV:

Being a doctor of the SCP Foundation, your job included working closely with anomalies, where possible.

But you're also an incredibly good doctor, then you find yourself working in multiple areas of the Foundation.

When some doctors are injured or directly killed by SCP 049, you are immediately turned over to it, after all all the SCPs you have worked with have been very cooperative after meeting you.

When you are given the SCP 049 file you are immediately interested about him, on a scientific level.

Observe his physical characteristics, his verbal and non-verbal behaviors.

You wonder if the previous doctors were total incompetents, it seems so easy to maintain a good relationship with him.

After a while you start working in the field and, being intelligent enough, you decide to approach the Plague Doctor with serenity and professionalism, without belittling his work in any way.

He was initially very suspicious, for some reason unknown to you, but he still answered your questions fluently and sincerely, hopefully.

In some cases he even tried to break the barrier of professionalism that separated you from him and, in moments of awkward silence during your interviews, he would ask questions about your life outside of work.

Of course you gently declined to answer.

But it was strange, something like this had never happened to any of the previous doctors before...

At the end of the interview you were very satisfied, certainly those questions he asked you were suspicious, but you would have talked about them with one of your superiors to find out how you should behave.

After speaking with some of your superiors you come to the conclusion that, at least for the moment, you could continue not to answer SCP 049's question.

In the following days you continue to study your "patient" a lot.

You are slightly intrigued by this "Pestilence" and would like to know more about it.

However, from what you notice from the recordings with your former colleagues, even SCP 049 doesn't know precisely what this Pestilence is.

You are slightly disappointed.

As per protocol, for a couple of weeks, unless requested by the SCP, there are no sessions.

However, you are informed about what happens in the containment cell.

It's brought back to you that SCP 049 was very restless, more aggressive towards personnel and corpses granted to him by the Foundation.

HIS POV:

On the other hand, what could SCP 049 says about you?

Since he had been warned that a new doctor would take him on as their "patient", he was initially bored.

All the previous doctors were sub-par and definitely infected with the Pestilence, you couldn't be any different, right?

But when he sees you for the first time he is surprised and intrigued at the same time...

You were definitely infected but... it was as if the Pestilence was... attenuated and weaker than the other people who worked in the Foundation.

He was excited, for the first time he had someone different at his fingertips and he wouldn't let the opportunity slip away.

Obviously he had to hide his emotion at meeting you... but he couldn't hold his tongue and, in some cases, he ended up asking you questions about your private life.

It's not that he was interested in your life outside of the SCP Foundation but there was no harm in assuming that the Disease could develop according to a specific pattern of things like: food, routines, etc...

At the end of the interview he was slightly annoyed.

Obviously he knew that you had to maintain a certain confidentiality towards yourself but you could have at least answered one question!

In the following days he really can't concentrate on his work.

All he can think about is you.

Unfortunately not in a good way.

He practically trembles every time he imagines your body's possible reactions to his injections.

However, his work does not remain entirely blocked by his thoughts.

He attacks the Class Ds and the animal corpses that are delivered to him with great violence.

He's so distracted that he can barely create those sort of "zombies".

He ends up getting internally angry with you.

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧?

YOUR POV:

There were only a few days left and you would finally see SCP 049 again.

It seemed like an eternity had passed and the guards continued to report less than good news.

You really couldn't figure out what was wrong... it was mentally taxing and exhausting, everything SCP 049 required was provided but he continued to be aggressive and in some cases, he even attacked guards.

You had already been called out several times by the director, he was pissed, he was losing Class D visibly but you certainly couldn't do much about it.

Finally those few days pass and, as soon as you arrive to the Foundation, you immediately rush to request a meeting with SCP 049, obviously it is granted to you immediately.

But... something doesn't seem right...

As soon as he sees you his behavior remains calm exactly like the first time you met but you could sense that it was just a facade.

As you ask him questions about the incidents of the previous weeks you desperately search for something in his behavior that hints at his true emotions but without much success.

You felt a much stronger feeling of uneasiness than the time before, you felt that there was coldness in his tone and you could clearly see his eyes observing you with extreme attention.

"So... I have been told that some incidents quite unpleasant have occurred, both for the Foundation and for you, is that correct?"

You begin, carefully calibrating your words so as not to annoy him.

Silence falls in the room, a minute passes, then two and in the end you decide to resume the discussion to get to the point, however you are stopped by his sharp voice that abruptly breaks the silence...

HIS POV:

Time for SCP 049 had passed extremely slowly.

Like, he couldn't wait to see you (and get his hands on you).

But as soon as he saw you already sitting in your chair in the meeting room he couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

You certainly were affected by the Pestilence, you were neither different nor special from the other sickly corpses and doctors he had used before.

He looks at you coldly as you prepare everything on the metal table.

It was incredible how he didn't want to cure you, after all the Pestilence, as he had discovered the first time, was inside you but lesser than all other beings.

He knew full well that he would kill you if he even tried to touch you.

Was it worth wasting someone so rare to make such a trivial mistake?

It would ruin his ego so much that he couldn't stand it.

When you asked him the question he knew it was coming, his nervousness and aggression from the previous days had been really hard, even for him.

Even lavender, the method used to calm him, no longer worked well.

Making it 100% a time bomb ready to explode.

However he wanted to give you an explanation, after all a doctor had to be honest with his patient first, right?

Before you could pick up the discussion again, he decided to answer you.

"My dear Doctor, I want to be honest with you since you have shown me that you know how to listen and reason with adequate intelligence... I find you very interesting, on a scientific level obviously."

He weighs the words he speaks carefully too, slowly resting his elbows on the metal table and crossing his fingers together, his cold eyes never leaving your figure.

"You know well about the Pestilence that I have been trying to heal for God knows how long, as you may well think you are infected with it too but it is as if the Sickness in you is somehow weaker."

He continues to explain while observing your every reaction, what he was about to propose to you he had never done with anyone...

You should have been grateful that he was giving you a chance to work closely with him.

"Going straight to the point, I wanted to make you a proposal: I would like to give you some medical examinations, for a period of time that we will establish if you accept, and ask you some questions about your lifestyle, obviously in my containment cell, which is also my laboratory."

He holds back a giggle when he sees you widen your eyes and hold your breath.

"Obviously I won't treat you like any other patient because I clearly see that you are not like everyone else, so I won't give you any operations or injections. After all, I need you alive and I wouldn't get any benefit from trying to cure you."

Having said this he gets up, without ever taking his gaze away from yours, the sound of the door opening behind him momentarily breaks the silence. l

"That said, I'll leave you to your thoughts, Doctor. I anxiously await your definitive answer."

He feels your gaze boring into his back as he walks through the door back to his holding cell.

Maybe it was risky to make such a bold request but SCP 049 knew he had the upper hand.

After all, if they ever tried to take his new little patient away from him, it wouldn't take him long to break out and go get her for himself.

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥?

YOUR POV:

Damn, that request had left you confused and disarmed.

But the fact that the top levels of the Foundation had given consent to this absurd thing had left you even more frustrated.

Of course SCP 049 intrigued you quite a bit and you would have liked to see him at work more closely... but as his "patient"? Hell no, you wouldn't have done that.

...

Yet here you are walking towards his containment cell.

The response from the top levels had arrived very quickly, precisely the day after the meeting with the famous Plague Doctor.

Given the reason for your visit to SCP 049, you dressed like any ordinary citizen, except for the identification tag that allowed you to access the Foundation.

Before entering the containment cell, the guards inform you that SCP 049 had already been informed of your visit and that he had already cleaned his laboratory, also clearing it of some corpses.

You didn't know if you should feel honored or not.

When the doors finally open to allow you to enter the cell, you can't help but feel a shiver down your spine.

DEVELOPMENT OF FEELINGS

YOUR POV:

Hell, you had to admit, SCP 049, for a literal monster with no feelings (or so you thought), was extremely nice.

Sometimes he even made some jokes!

Even though you knew absolutely nothing about his past you were, somehow, attracted to him.

The embarrassing thing was that you had spent relatively little time actually with him.

Since he remained an SCP you couldn't spend too long chatting with him, even though SCP 049 swore on his name that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

The frustrating thing is that, as a Foundation doctor, you couldn't possibly have feelings for an SCP.

The Foundation's rules were clear: no romantic or carnal relationships, except for possible exceptions, between an SCP and a doctor.

You were really hoping that SCP 049 wouldn't notice your stares to watch him when he was closer or feels your heart rate increase.

HIS POV:

Of course he had noticed.

And he found it very cute.

He knew very well what you risked in having romantic feelings for each other.

To tell the truth, he didn't even know when he started having these feelings.

It all started when he started asking you simple questions about your routine...

And then he wanted to know EVERYTHING about you and what you did with your life outside of the Foundation.

He was slightly anxious about this feelings stuff.

I mean, he had thought about it and had even thought about kidnapping you and keeping you forever in his cell until your human nature had run its course and, even in that case, he would have guarded your corpse with morbid affection.

But he had quickly discarded the idea, after all you were still his Doctor.

He really admired you, you were professional like few others and he bet that you had worked hard to get a position in the Foundation.

He didn't want to take this victory away from your life.

If you were Class-D he wouldn't have taken any time to keep you locked up with him, but that wasn't the case.

Unfortunately you were actually his favorite Doctor.

He wouldn't lose you that easily.

THE CONFESSION OF FEELINGS

HIS POV:

It all happens very quickly, SCP 049, as soon as he has the chance, confesses his feelings.

And he does it in a very... eccentric way, so to speak.

He does this while an SCP containment breach is in progress.

Obviously the first thing he does is go and look for you, just in a few minutes you should have met him for a normal interview, in this case him as a "patient" and you in the role of Doctor of the Foundation.

And when he sees you, damn, he couldn't be happier.

Seeing you use him as a real shield and entrusting your life to him increased his ego enormously.

Maybe he would start escaping more often now that he had a real reason to do so.

Red lights flashed outside a random Class D cell you found unlocked, you entered without hesitation as the guards began running down the corridor to try to contain the SCPs who were quickly escaping from their containment cells. Unfortunately, some SCP had already possibly passed through the cell, most likely 173 given that a dead body was lying with his broken neck in plain sight on the floor.

Unfortunately the door, given the short circuit that had occurred in the Foundation, could not be closed so you were stuck there. You try to hide in a corner, hoping that your body will be hidden by the walls if any SCP were to pass in the corridor.

The sound of the siren was so deafening that it made you even more anxious than before.

Although you had been working for the Foundation for a few years, containment breaches rarely occurred and, on the rare and unfortunate occasions they happened, you always found yourself in safe areas. But now? There was no way you could survive an SCP attack, well, except maybe with 049, but to the others you were totally defenseless as no weapons were issued to the Foundation Doctors.

You jump silently when you hear footsteps: slow, calculating and unhurried, as if someone was looking for something, or worse, someone.

You curl up into a ball, pushing your back as hard as you can against the wall, as if hoping it would suck you in, hiding you from whatever being was out in the hallway. Your heartbeat thunders louder and louder in your ears as your limbs start to go numb, you hide your face, resting your forehead on your knees hoping that the rule 'if you don't see it, it doesn't see you' still applies.

You realize that you have closed your eyes only when a hand rests on your head and you open them, looking with fear at the black color of your jeans. The touch didn't seem aggressive but it certainly couldn't be a guard.

"Now, now, my dear Doctor, don't be so scared, this feeling doesn't suit you when you have me on your side." The voice was soft and, at first glance, extremely false, but you would have recognized it among a thousand. You snap your head up and breathe a sigh of relief when you see SCP 049 looking at you amusedly. "You scared me, 049..." You murmur as you grab his hand that he held out to help you up. You are amazed at how quickly and effortlessly the SCP gets you to your feet, although you shouldn't be too surprised, after all he wasn't human.

"Oh my dear, I'm absolutely sorry about that, I swear that wasn't my intention..." You can clearly hear the falseness in his voice, his eyes narrowing on your figure, amusement swirling in them like a storm. "But now that I'm here I can protect you and... well, talk to you about a certain thing that we couldn't have talked about if we were being monitored." You raise an eyebrow as you look at him, bringing his arms behind his back. “I think you're not like everyone else and I'm not talking from a medical point of view.” Your eyes widen but you decide to stay silent anyway, not wanting to interrupt him, but you couldn't stop your heart from beating faster. "At first I was curious: I wanted to cut you open, break your delicate human skin, see your blood flow, analyze every. single. little. cell of your body..." SCP 049 begins to narrate as he starts to walk around the small containment cell, his eyes, however, never leave you. "But after thinking carefully, I realized that it wouldn't be... optimal for my research." He sighs, as if he hasn't actually put the idea completely out of his mind. "Long story short, you have become my favorite human, be grateful for that." He finishes, stopping his walk right in front of you, perhaps slightly closer than before. "I don't want to know how you feel about me, I don't care, just know that, unfortunately, I can't just kidnap you and keep you in my lab but... if it ever becomes necessary you better remember that I won't hesitate to do so." His tone becomes increasingly colder and more menacing as he goes on, concluding, in the end, with an actual threat.

He doesn't say anything after that and you don't feel the strength to say anything, after a while your legs give out and you find yourself sitting on the cold floor. SCP 049 positions himself in front of the cell entrance, like a guard dog that protects the owner, until the end of the containment breach where he is subsequently escorted to his laboratory.

Obviously greeting you with a sweetness that was too clingy to make you feel comfortable.

Hope this satisfies the request!

I will write the headcanons for Kate as soon as possible.

[jekyll-doodles]

For your emoji ask 🎨Palette- for your wakey wakey au lords + 049?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

[ Sometimes – not all the time – I’ll peek in. Just to see how things are going, just to check in with their progress. This time. in particular, my observations involved a simple “draw something” exercise. I think it was a part of a psych evaluation. Each was individually tasked with simply drawing something, each provided with a pencil and paper to do so.]

[ SCP-049, now more himself, was first. Lambert was hesitant to hold the pencil, as if he would snap it in half by mere touch. However, after giving it some thought, he sketched out a few images of herbs and flowers. Crosshatched them too in the process. They reminded me of the diagrams in his old book, though lacking the labeling and columns of information that accompanied those. The researcher seemed unsurprised by this result.]

[ Nigredo questioned them, “what, exactly?” But was left with an open answer. So, perhaps somewhat spitefully, he drew “whatever he wanted” and attempted to draw the researcher administering the test. It was decent – for a man who occasionally doodled in the margins of his journals. Although, I don't think the researcher found it as funny as I do. Nigredo was pleased with himself though, especially after the researcher caught themself from uttering “that’s not what I meant” in retort.]

[ Rubedo, too, paused to consider what his subject should be. Then delved into a quick, light sketching, before lining it proper. Two smiling figures, a mother and daughter. The first holding the latter close. It was soft, the lines curved and weighted. It seemed to bring him peace. Afterwards, he was, of course, questioned about it. At least now, it didn’t hurt so much to talk about.]

[ Citrinitas drew a horse. The man drew a horse – a side view and a front facing head – from memory. I'm not sure where he even learned to do that. He remarked it had been one of his older horses he’d kept, and probably the only thing he could depict well. Still. What the hell. Even the researcher was somewhat impressed by it.]

[ Albedo was last. When asked to draw something, they thought for a moment before writing the letters “S C P'' on their page in an elegant font. Ah, an example of their calligraphy practice. Followed by little illuminations: the logo incorporated, swirls and twisting shapes. Simple, clean, yet quite lovely – oooh, little figures too! Other anomalies, I think, that they’ve either seen or heard about : something reptilian, a half-cat, a smiling blob, a little girl, and a ghost– …Uh oh.]

[libellule-ao3]

The Snake's Duality

🔞 | One-Shot | 2 049 words

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Summary: Sebastian has just been released from Azkaban after more than three years in prison. 1 223 days to be exact.

His first instinct is to find Ominis, whose weekly letters rekinkled in extremis his desire to live, drained by the dementors, and he realise that a shadow reeking of malevolence is following him like a shadow.

Relationships: Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow => Friendship/love

⚠️ This story is rated 🔞. It contains graphic descriptions of violence & torture (Cruciatus curse, torture method inspired by lingchi, also known as "death by a thousand cuts", etc.), dark themes that may be disturbing to some readers.

Dark!Sebastian deserves his own warning: ⚠️

tags: ambiguous relationships, dark drama, sebinis, gauntlow, Sebastian is so protective he's dark, if that makes sense, POV Sebastian, Ominis Gaunt's father mentioned

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Sebastian's wand whips through the air and an orange flash of magic strikes this bastard full force, his legs collapsing as if made of jelly. Then ropes spring from the end of his wand and bind him tightly. Sebastian glances furtively towards the entrance to this dark cul-de-sac that leads into Knockturn Alley, barely lit by the yellowish streetlamps that turn onlookers into shadowy silhouettes. None of them notice them. Proof of the effectiveness of his magical protection. Then, with unhealthy glee, the wizard watches the agony and contained rage wring his prisoner's bruised face.

This guy should have known better than to bother Ominis Gaunt.

An unbearable image of his oldest friend being followed down Diagon Alley by that dark wizard flashes through his agitated mind. He saw Ominis' haunted eyes again, tense with the anguish of feeling spied on, stalked like a beast. Unable to bear the situation any longer, the blind wizard probed his immediate surroundings with his echolocation magic and flushed out this invisible predator. For a moment, hope lit up his face as he muttered the name "Sebastian", before fading away as he realized that the man following him was not the one he had hoped for. The stunning spell he cast missed its target but offered him the opportunity to flee into a dark vortex of transport magic without being followed.

Sebastian clenches his fist around his aspen wand as it whips through the air again, letting the anger of this image perforate every nerve ending nestled in his target's tender flesh, like a thousand incandescent needles. Screams more excruciating than those of a prisoner tasting a dementor's kiss tear through the night and pierce the hermetic bubble of magic surrounding them.

"What did you intend to do? Why were you following him?" growls Sebastian for the third time.

Part of him doesn't give a damn about his motives, which he guesses effortlessly, but another, far more fearsome part yearns for them. Sebastian needs to hear the aims of this nuisance, so that they fuel his hatred even more. So that they give this destructive feeling a solid reason to exist!

"I don't know what you're talking about," replies his prisoner, denying any involvement in malicious schemes.

Sebastian's freckled face cracks into that boyish grin that makes some people want to kiss him, and others want to uppercut him. The anticipated pleasure of breaking through that resistance spreads like an oil slick through every cell of his being.

"Don't take me for a moron. Did you think you were being discreet? You've been following him around for at least a week. At work, on walks, at the opera... everywhere!"

Sebastian knows all about it. On his release from Azkaban, his first instinct was to find Ominis, whose weekly letters rekindled, in extremis, his desire to live, dried up by the dementors, and he realised that a shadow reeking of malevolence was following him like a shadow.

First flaw. The man turns deathly pale as he realizes the implications of his words..

“What do you want with him? Who sent you?" insists Sebastian.

The prisoner's stubborn silence is broken by a succession of cracking bones, then by the inhuman-sounding howls that emerge from his throat. This guy doesn't know that the sharp pain of fractures is nothing compared to the pain of their healing - the paradox of a pain as sharp as it is stabbing brought to a climax. That's why the bone-healing potion is always accompanied by powerful analgesics, of which this bastard will of course be deprived.

The nobility of his cause legitimizes all the dark, unhealthy tendencies of a sorcerer overtaxed by years of imprisonment in Azkaban and who has only managed to preserve a few remnants of benevolence from the dementors.

Sebastian grabs hold of his captive's hair, pulls his head back and shoves the vile contents of a vial of Skel-gro into his mouth. He then rubs his throat to force the swallowing reflex, keeping his mouth closed as he would with a small, recalcitrant animal.

Then he waits patiently for the potion to work on his broken skeleton. Beneath the skin, the bones realign, then re-solder. Inconvenienced by the unpleasant noise, Sebastian winces, without looking away.

The man is tough. Despite the excruciating pain, he still finds the courage to spit in his face.

"How could you know I was spying on him if you weren't spying on me? Me, I'm acting on the orders of a powerful person, but you... Look at yourself, boy! You're just another maniac on the streets of London..."

A punch shatters the man's jaw.

"It was Charon* Gaunt who commissioned you, wasn't it? Why? What does he want with Ominis?"

The man spews unintelligible insults and spits out a molar amid bloody mucus. Right on Sebastian's shoes!

The Gaunt name sends shivers down everyone's spine. It's a name synonymous with mysterious disappearances, Dark Arts and atrocities beyond imagination. The head of this family, Charon Gaunt, is a cold, ruthless man. The king of pure-blooded wizards and the dark arts. The one no one dares defy. Except his own son, Ominis, whom Charon wants at his command... And by extension, Sebastian Sallow.

"What did the dead man on probation say?" asks Sebastian, lifting his prisoner's chin with the luminescent end of his wand.

If Sebastian wasn't there, this guy would have hurt Ominis. Too bad for this guy, now that the gates of Azkaban have opened on his freedom, the wizard will always be there. And like all those who tried to hinder the well-being of his loved ones, this man will die under his wand.

But this one is a privileged one who will receive special treatment.

An invisible fire devours the prisoner's clothes with a crackle of sparks, then a severing charm sharper than a scalpel incises his naked body. Then another... The cuts are clean, precise. Superficial. His hand doesn't tremble, the fruit of inflexible determination. The blood beads, then trickles, creating a crimson lace against the pale skin.

At first, the man threatens, curses, promises a thousand abuses in retaliation for standing in the Gaunts' glorious way. But nothing works. As the incisions follow one another, relentless, his pride disintegrates and fear seeps through his bloody wounds.

The wizard doesn't stop as this henchman pisses piteously on himself, mingling the acrid smell of his urine with that of hemoglobin. His bloody agony feeds the relentless monster that consumes every cell of Sebastian Sallow.

Impotence now overwhelms the bastard, smothering his last glimmer of hope. He begins to beg for mercy through his tears, his nose full of snot. This predictable change of attitude stretches Sebastian's lips into a sinister smile. Let him take it out on himself and face the consequences of his actions with dignity, as Sebastian has done by facing each day for three long years. It was his punishment for killing Uncle Salomon, driven by rage against an intransigent authority figure who had dashed all his hopes of curing his sick sister. A man devoid of any understanding when it came to his rebellious nephew.

When he's finished, the guy is unrecognizable, bloodless, lying on the cobblestones draped in his own blood. Inert. Death has reaped him. Or rather, it has ripped his life from him, shred by shred, without anesthetic.

Sebastian turns away from his abominable creation, cleans his soiled shoes with a spell and brings the tip of his wand up to his own temple. Then he gently pulls it apart to extract a luminescent trickle of the last few hours' memories, which the sorcerer deposits in a vial destined for the Gaunt household. A warning that Charon Gaunt could fully appreciate in the Hogwarts pensine, providing him with a pretext to invite himself between the asses of the Headmaster, Phineas Black, unbeknownst to their respective wives.

Most people would probably feel guilt or disgust after torturing this man the way he just did, but Sebastian feels nothing. Or rather, he simplifies things by choosing to feel nothing.

Nothing except relief.

The wizard sighs, his chest lighter with the disappearance of this threat. Ominis is much safer now that Sebastian has annihilated him. And that's all that matters.

Although a reunion is impossible due to a soul too dark, intoxicated by the blackness of Azkaban, the wizard makes sure no one harms the only lingering light in his dull, dreary world. Not even him!

This scum deserves no burial, so Sebastian makes the body disappear into nothingness and leaves the scene.

He reappears on the outskirts of a modest residence, in the heart of a large clearing, surrounded by tall trees. Powerful protective spells surround the building, but they have never hindered Sebastian's incursions as he wraps this cocoon in his own magical shields. From the edge of the adjoining wood, he watches the room glow with a warm light and Ominis' silhouette, against the light, stops in front of the window, his face pressed against the glass and his blind gaze fixed on him.

It's as if he knows...

The thought fills him with emotion and his throat knots.

How long can Sebastian watch him live before desire consumes him? Every day, the wizard must fight against the intense need to find him again, which eats away at his every rational thought.

Forcing these impulses to recede before they take root, he looks up at the stars hanging from the velvet of the night, lingering on the gibbous moon slowly gliding across the sky. Then he turns his attention back to the house, where all the lights are now out.

Taking a few steps towards the building, he almost gives in to the urge to sneak inside, but as always, he clenches his fists to prevent himself from joining in and contaminating him with this gnawing darkness. It takes a Herculean effort!

Ominis is pure and vibrant, even though his family has long since stripped him of his innocence. Sebastian's darkness could dull his light, suffocate him... and that reminder alone keeps him away, but never too far. He remains in the shadow of Ominis Gaunt.

It's the only place where the sorcerer can be himself without harming him.

With a flick of his wand, he wraps himself in a veil of magic to conceal his presence and approaches his bedroom window, plunged in half-light. Moonlight caresses his sleeping figure. His gaze wanders over his pale face, where long black eyelashes spread like crescent moons over his prominent cheekbones. His lips, pink and dry from nervous nibbling, are parted in sleep. Looking at him like that, you'd think he was an angel. Sebastian doesn't know how much longer he stays watching Ominis Gaunt, looking at his forehead wrinkle in thought. He turns onto his other side, his back to Sebastian. The position reminds him of the time long ago when they slept together, curled up in the same bed at Uncle Solomon's, nestled innocently together like two spoons.

Every cell, every atom, in Sebastian is drawn towards his latest friend, and when he can't bear the tension any longer, when the pain in his chest becomes too overwhelming, he gently places his hand on the cold glass and steps aside. Even when everything inside him is screaming to satisfy his instincts.

It's a torture he submits himself to almost every night.

Ever since his dear sister died without having forgiven him for killing their uncle, his affection for Ominis Gaunt is the last good thing left in his life. So Sebastian will never again cause him the slightest grief by involving him in his criminal sins. Because if he ever did, he would lose Ominis forever - in the same way as if he let his sinister family target him. Then there would be no light left in Sebastian and darkness would engulf his whole soul.

Without a sound, the wizard leaves. Each step heavier than the last.

His best friend deserves a peaceful life, the carefree existence he's always been deprived of.

For that, someone has to protect him from the malevolent family he can't see. Wizards who won't bow to reason, let alone morality. Only to an implacable power that outclasses them.

And who better than Sebastian to fight evil with evil?

A/N: Charon was the ferryman of the Underworld in Greek mythology, so he's linked to the passage from one state to another. Considering that in my HC, the birth of Ominis' father marks the decline of the Gaunt family, this name is almost metaphorical, hence my choice of naming him so.

Thank you for reading!

[author-chan06]

Hello! Welcome to my Tumblr!

Personal:

Names: Ari, Jay, Roman, Blitzø, And Loki! You can use any or all of them.

Gender: Agenderboy

Sexuality: Biromantic Bisexual (Maybe??? Questioning This Rn Might Be On The Asexual Spectrum???)

Pronouns: They/He/It + Some Neos

Neopronouns That I Use:

Xe/Xem/Xyr/Xyrs/Xemself

Ae/Aer/Aer/Aers/Aerself

Ye/Yem/Yer/Yers/Yemself

Qu/Queer/Queer/Queers/Queerself

Voi/Void/Voids/Voids/Voidself

Vae/Vaer/Vaer/Vaers/Vaerself

Sym/Ser/Ser/Sers/Symself

Un/Un/Uns/Uns/ Unself

Nin/Nin/Nins/Nins/Ninself

Neb/Nebula/Nebus/Nebus/Nebulaself

Sti/Stim/Stims/Stims/Stimself

Pri/Prin/Princes/Princes/Princeself

Fandom Stance:

I am a proshipper, a comshipper, and a selfshipper. I do ship things that would be considered “problematic”, but I will not debate the ethics and morals of this on this blog. It’s just not really what I want to do, and it would cause me too much mental stress, as I’m not a big fan of being involved in debates. Any talk of this will be deleted. So anti’s do not interact.

So Tw’s for this blog:

Unhealthy Relationships

Toxic Relationships

Abusive Relationships

Manipulation

Underage/Adult Relationships

Incest

Sexual Assault

Rape

— And Just In General Some Dark Topics

If you don’t want to see any of that, that is totally fine. Just block and move on. If you’re leaving now, I wanna wish you a happy day and a fun time in whatever fandom you’re in! <3 <3

Fandoms And Ships:

I am in a lot of fandoms and I am a multishipper. So these will be the fandoms I’m in and a link to the post that shows my ships.

Batman

Sanders Sides

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Gravity Falls

Marvel

The Owl House

Hamilton

My Hero Academia

My Ships Post

My Otherlinks And Fictionkin:

Otherlinks:

Loki (MCU)

Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

All Of My S/I’s

Fictionkin:

Roman Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Selfshipping/My F/O’s:

Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Virgil Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Janus Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Patton Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Logan Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Blitzø & Stolas Ars Goetia (Helluva Boss)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Tomura Shigaraki & Dabi & Himiko Toga & Keigo Takami (BNHA)

Mammon (Obey Me)

Fizzarolli & Asmodeus (Helluva Boss)

Vox & Val & Velvette (Hazbin Hotel)

Darkiplier & Wilford & Bim Trimmer & Actor & Yancy & Illinois & Engineer Mark

SCP-049 “The Plague Doctor” & SCP-682 “The Hard To Kill Reptile” & SCP-035 “The Possessive Mask”

Slenderman & Jeff The Killer & Jane The Killer & Ticci Toby & Laughing Jack & Eyeless Jack & Masky & Nina & Clockwork & Ben Drowned

The ones with 2 or more people in one bracket thing are Polyam relationships! And I have made separate posts for most of them, if any of these interest you enough that you want to learn more!

The rest are newer and so they don’t have posts yet, but they will soon!

I’m totally ok with other’s who are dating these guys too! And while our relationships may not be the same, I would love to hear you gush about them, as long as you don’t mind me doing the same right back at you about us ahah

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Disclaimer! Any of these rules and limits to my writing have nothing to do the morality of writing these things and I hold no hate or disgust for people who write these types of things, I just don’t want to write these things or I don’t feel comfortable writing it myself.

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hello! I have a muti-fandom request if that's ok. Can I get SCP-049 ( plague doctor), Blitzø from helluva boss, and laughing Jack from creepypasta with an S/O who deals with maladaptive day dreaming, and often if they start talking or trying to get there attention they will kinda not realize for a second.

Maladaptive daydreaming is something I know about from personal experience so most of this is just going to be based on that. Hope that's okay!

Scp-049, Blitzø and Laughing Jack x Reader who maladaptively daydreams

Plague doctor

★ Often getting lost in his work, he understands how easy it can be to get lost in something you love doing. I feel like he would have a basic understanding of what maladaptive daydreaming is and what causes it, being a doctor and all that.

★ That being said, he's not a expert in psychology. So you probably know more about it than him. He might leave his comfort zone and try to "google" maladaptive daydreaming.

★ You can't tell me he would hate modern technology. Specifically phones and computers. He just doesn't understand how it works and that frustrates him to no end.

★ Anyway, other than his questionable psychologist skills he doesn't see anything wrong with you. Actually that's a lie, one thing he sees as being wrong is the fact that you understand how to use the demonic computer box.

Blitzø

★ He understands the whole "making and imagining fictional scenarios and characters" part of maladaptive daydreaming. There's no way in hell he doesn't write about his horse OC's. So he doesn't question it much.

★ If you feel like you need to write things down you can use the conference rooms white board. Just didn't erase any of his drawings! If you do he'd be heartbroken over it.

★ When you are in the zone and begin to pace around the room he stands aside and lets you do your thing. Only cutting in to show you a meme on his phone or to tell you something.

★ If you tell him about any of your OC's or characters you made, he will be drawing them as horses. If you ever draw one of his OC's the drawing is being framed and hung up in his office.

Laughing Jack

★ Half the time he doesn't even realize that you aren't listening to him. Even if he knows you're not he probably isn't going to say anything about it. He talks to his various stuffed animals a lot so is used to an audience who isn't actually listening.

★ Laughing Jack is clingy and doesn't like it when you ignore him. But he can make a exception for when you're lost in thought. Don't push it though because he can and will pick you up to make you pay attention to him.

★ He doesn't really like when you lose yourself in thought for too long. Trying to snap you out of the daydream when you've been at it for more than a hour. Other than that he's pretty patient and lets you do your thing.

★ If you want to talk about what you're thinking about he's wants to listen. It's like listening to someone reading a storybook, except it's an original story written (thought?) by you.

[wolveria]

The Raven's Hymn - Ch 40

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

CHAPTER WARNINGS (Rated E): Explicit sexual content, monster fucking, nonhuman anatomy, non/dubcon (more on the side of dubcon), intense but brief anxiety, hurt/comfort

Chapter Summary: “Is there any other way?”

AO3

It felt like the last day of your life.

You didn’t move from the bed for some time. Waking up within the warm circle of 049’s arms, your cheek resting against his chest, was something you never thought you would have. It also came at great cost, and you would pay it soon.

But when? When would the deed need to be carried out? Were you supposed to start immediately? Wait for instruction? It was a horrible thought, but you wished Leahy had been clearer about what exactly he wanted. It was the gaps of knowledge, the unknown parts you were supposed to guess at, that left you frozen with indecision.

049 didn’t rouse you, though he must have known you were awake. He didn’t speak, and you didn’t either. There wasn’t much left to say, but it seemed there should be. You weren’t going anywhere, so why did it feel like you were supposed to say goodbye? Express regrets and wish for things you could have done differently. It felt closer to mourning than it did waiting for an execution.

049 only stirred when the food slot opened, delivering breakfast. He carefully ran his gloved fingers along the back of your hair, his breath tickling the crown of your head.

“You should eat,” he said softly.

“I’m not hungry.”

“I assumed as much.”

You curled closer, seeking out his comfort, and then you stiffened. You sat up quickly, letting his arm fall away from your shoulders. You didn’t want him to think—you just wanted closeness, not…

With a bitter glance at the camera, you moved down to the foot of the bed and got out. The bed itself had one side pushed against the wall about midway up the room. The bookshelf was at its head, and beyond that, the desk and bathroom area. But towards the foot of the bed, in the back corner, sat the camera. It would give a perfect view of… of…

You retrieved the food tray and laid it out on the counter, leaving plenty for 049 to partake, though most days he didn’t. You forced yourself to nibble as much as you could, your stomach too much a knot to allow more than a few pieces of fruit and half a bagel. It was an unfortunate side effect of your anxiety. When you needed energy the most, that’s when your body refused to have an appetite.

049 didn’t comment on your sudden departure, and the air in the chamber was somber. That’s what it felt like, the both of you preparing for a funeral. It almost made you break the silence just to say something, even if it was mundane small talk. You wanted to ask about the medical files, or his journal, or anything at all. Something to fill the space with more than just heavy waiting.

The silence stretched on, though really it was more accurate to call it white noise. The faint hum of the fluorescent lights, the dull rumble of the air conditioner. It was the ordinary ambience of an office space minus the water cooler chatter. If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine you were back at your old office, ignorant to a world that made little sense and held even less compassion.

Your period of waiting was interrupted by a click of the intercom. You flinched upright on a lab stool, like a rabbit hearing a gunshot in the woods, ears perked and legs tensed to leap. You’d been staring vacantly at the medical files, not reading the words or seeing the faces, and now your full attention was on the speaker in the ceiling.

“Tonight.”

That’s all they said. You couldn’t tell who the voice belonged to—not the Site Director, but the order clearly came from him.

Tonight. It had to be done tonight.

“What time is it?”

049 had been at his desk in the inner chamber, but he stood at the threshold between the chambers now.

“Ten twenty-five, AM.”

You didn’t doubt his innate ability to sense time. He was never wrong. Your stomach roiled but you kept down your meager breakfast.

The day passed with a vicious graduality. You wished they had given a specific time. Or given no time at all. It was as if this whole project was designed to break your mind as well as shred what was left of your dignity.

At some point, you put your head down on the counter, hunched over on your stool, reports forgotten. The darkness under your crossed arms was a respite from the constant fluorescent lights, a shield from the observation window. Let them see you defeated. There was something freeing about having nothing left to hide.

Time passed in a restless haze between dozing and spacing out. Two meal deliveries signaled the passing of the day, and you ignored them. 049 didn’t attempt to speak to you, perhaps knowing this quiet deprivation was what you needed. He had always been perceptive that way.

You didn’t focus on anything at all until a gentle touch grazed your arm. You didn’t flinch. There was only one person who would touch you that way, and you wouldn’t retreat from him.

“Doctor?”

You raised your head, blinking at the bright lights and bending your back to sort out the kinks. You looked over your shoulder, but 049 didn’t speak immediately. He simply studied your face, his eyes soft with concern.

“What time is it?” you asked. What else was there to track but the time?

“Ten minutes after seven.”

“Mmm. When does the sun set?”

“Half past the hour.”

Punctual as ever, your masked physician. You gave a small smile, but it felt empty. It faded as you looked past him to the open door of the inner containment chamber where you spied the bed and its innocuous dressings.

You turned back to the counter and braced your hands against it to push yourself up. No point in delaying. Sunset was the best indicator of night, and it was better to get it done and over with.

Maybe… maybe it would be easier after the first time.

You didn’t know how you managed to make it into the inner room without stumbling. Your knees were shaking, your calves constructed of gelatin, and your lungs pulled for air.

You walked toward the bed, and then past it. You turned around and walked the other way. You paced, back and forth, your breathing becoming more erratic, spots dancing in your vision.

You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t do thisyoucouldntdothisyoucou—

Something broad and dark blocked your way. Gentle hands held your shoulders in place, and 049 said, “Breathe.”

You tried to obey, but your lungs wouldn’t cooperate.

“Slowly. In… and out. As I’m doing.”

You copied his breaths, slow and steady. In for several seconds, hold, then slowly out. Repeat. Focus on his breathing and nothing else.

When your body wasn’t wound as tight as a coil, you swallowed compulsively and chanced a look. 049 met your gaze steadily. There was no fear or anger there, just the weight of his worry.

You pressed your lips together to keep them from trembling, and your voice came out a whisper.

“Is there any other way?”

It felt childish to seek comfort in this moment, but you were weak. Too weak to find a way out of this, too weak to prevent this from happening. Too weak to face this alone.

His hand cupped the side of your jaw.

“If there is, I do not see it.”

Your head dipped in agreement. This was it, then.

049 pulled you into his arms, and he held you carefully but warmly. Always so warmly.

“This isn’t the end,” he said low in your ear. “We do as they command, we survive another day on their terms, but it will not always be this way. And there are things not even they can take.”

When you pulled back there was certainty in his eyes, along with something else. An intensity buried within that stirred something inside you, and this time, you didn’t stifle it.

“Okay,” was all you said. You took his hand and led him to the bed.

You let go when you got under the covers and made room for him. You pulled off your leggings and underwear, keeping the white smock on. Fuck whoever was watching, you weren’t giving them more of a show than you had to.

049 joined you under the covers more slowly, his movements careful as he laid down. He didn’t touch you, and it took a moment to remember what he’d said before. In this area, you had more knowledge than he did, or at least more practical experience. You would have to lead.

“Do you need to get undressed?” you asked, not sure how this was supposed to work with his robes also acting as skin.

“No. This will be sufficient.”

He was on his side facing you, but he seemed indecisive. Out of his element.

You gave him a small smile only he could see and took his arm, gently tugging it toward you.

“Come here.”

He obeyed, but his movements were still cautious, testing the waters. You continued to pull, indicating you wanted him to lie on top of you, and his eyes focused on your face, uncertain.

That trepidation vanished as soon as his weight settled on you, his hips nestled between your legs. You moved them apart, making room for him. His gaze darkened and his hands curled into the sheets on either side of your shoulders.

Your smock was caught between your legs, putting a barrier between you, and you pulled it up to your stomach. 049 closed his eyes and drew in a sharp breath as your bare skin pressed against his robes.

The intercom clicked on.

“No covers.”

049’s eyes flew open, a soft growl escaping as he reached behind him to throw off the blankets from the bed. He muttered a heated, “Va te faire enculer,” in the direction of the camera.

You had no idea what he said, but you certainly liked the way the crude French rolled off his tongue.

“My… apologies,” he said, turning back to you. “I should not have lost my composure.”

You bit your tongue to keep from telling him losing his composure was necessary for what you were about to do. He would learn that soon enough.

“It’s fine.” Your voice was gravel. You cleared it. “Are you ready?”

His gaze softened, and oh, it had a dangerous affect at close distance.

“I am. Are you?”

You nodded and winced at the clinical nature of it, but that was probably the best approach. Have sex only long enough for 049 to orgasm, and then it could be done with.

Except you couldn’t stop trembling. It was equal parts anticipation and nerves. If you’d had sex semi-recently (how long had it been?), perhaps this would have been much easier. You could treat it as a chore, an item to check off your duties for the day. Or more accurately, something you had to do under threat of further torture and humiliation.

Except your body wasn’t responding as if it was under duress. The tension that had been growing each day you spent with 049 was building to a point of unbearable pressure. Your cheeks were hot, skin tingling in all the places you touched, and you could only guess what your expression looked like. With the way 049’s gaze roamed your face, taking in every detail, you were more exposed than your half-nakedness.

What did it matter how clinical you were? You ached to touch him, to be touched, and you refused to allow 049’s first moments of intimacy be cold and distant.

You hooked your arms under his shoulders, splaying your hands across his back and gently pulled him down until his chest was against yours. 049 gave a shudder when more of his weight rested on you, his breathing slightly off-rhythm.

That’s it, you thought, rubbing your hands across the back of his shoulders. Just relax.

His face pressed against the side of your cheek, the curve of his beak against your jaw, and you automatically opened your legs wider. Your heart was hammering, and the trembling was there but not as harsh. Your own body relaxed under his weight, yearning for his hands on you, but he kept them dutifully gripped into the bed sheet.

Something warm and heavy pressed against your hip. You frowned, confused as to what it was, and then understanding hit you when you shifted against it and 049 released another halting breath.

You tilted your hips up in silent permission, keeping your lips firmly closed, not knowing what sounds you would make if you opened your mouth. You wanted to take him into your hands, discover the shape of him, get him to make more of those noises that he was keeping trapped in his throat.

But you kept your hands on his back, and 049 adjusted himself, moving one arm between you. He grabbed himself to line up with your entrance, but he hesitated, even now with his eyes dark and his voice a rasp.

“Are you sure?”

You made a kind of strangled noise and nodded.

His eyes grew darker, a new hunger in their depths, and he lined up with you, the head of his cock pushing against your folds. You drew in a sharp breath. The shape was different, the head tapered, and it pressed against your entrance.

The head slipped inside with some resistance, and that’s where he couldn’t go any further. He was wider past the head, larger than a human, and you weren’t nearly wet enough yet.

“Keep going,” you grit out. You kept your face as blank as possible, but something of your pain must have shown through.

“I have- in my satchel, there are bottles. Lubricants I can retrieve—”

“No.” You gripped his arm. “No, don’t leave.”

If he left now, you’d lose your nerve. You couldn’t start this over again. You couldn’t.

“Stay,” you repeated, your voice shaking as if you were on the verge of crying. Because you were. “Please.”

He released himself, settling his weigh again as he cupped his other hand against your hair.

“I will not hurt you.”

You wanted to say he wouldn’t, or if he did, you could take it—you’d endured far worse. But you remained quiet, distracted by his thumb stroking your hair. His gaze was thoughtful, slightly off focus.

“There are… other methods I can employ to make the process smoother.”

“Okay.” You would agree to nearly anything at this point, just as long as he didn’t leave. “Whatever you want.”

Your nerves were frayed, the trembling was getting noticeable again, and you regretted not eating anything all day. You waited, not sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t for 049 to bring his hand towards your face. He hesitated, his thumb tracing the outline of your jaw. You searched his face questioningly, and he took a breath.

“Since I cannot do it myself, I will need you to coat my fingers with your saliva.”

Oh. Oh.

You swallowed and nodded. For having all the experience, you were the one slow to catch up, but your apprehension melted when his fingers touched your lips. The tip of your tongue tasted him without thinking.

His eyes grew sharp as he pressed his fingers past your lips into your mouth. You welcomed the intrusion, sucking the digits automatically, tasting the strange, living leather.

The pads of his fingers pressed down on your tongue. He probably wouldn’t need to do anything more than that to get you ready, but you weren’t going to stop him. Heat pooled low in your gut, fueled by his single-minded focus on your mouth.

There was no true reason for you to swirl your tongue around his fingers or to suck them down nearly to the last knuckle. No rationale behind it, yet you did it, imagining another part of him heavy and full in your mouth. 049 sucked in a breath and shifted his weight. The warmth of his cock against your leg along with the pressure in your mouth had you salivating. By the time he removed his fingers with a wet pop, they were slick with your spit.

049’s hand slipped between you again, touching your inner thigh. His fingers trailed upwards, dipping between your folds, and his fingers pressed against your clit.

Unlike when he joined you in bed, filled with uncertainty and doubt, his fingers moved with precision. Surgeon’s fingers. They pulled you apart with gentle eagerness, coaxed with deft certainty. First one finger than two circled around the sensitive nub, stimulating it into hardness with startling ease.

A surprise moan punched out of you, and you tilted your head back, fighting to control your breathing.

049 dipped his fingers down your slick folds to your entrance, prodding inside without much resistance before dragging his fingers back up, drenching your nub with your own arousal.

“What—” you choked out. “Where… did you learn to…”

He spoke into your ear, a hint of smugness to his words.

“The human body is familiar territory I have traversed countless times. It has its secrets, but I know them all.”

You nearly choked on your own breath, your chest rising and falling too fast as you tried to remain somewhat in control. His fingers slipped back inside your entrance, rubbing against the spongy material on the inside wall as his thumb rubbed circles against your clit.

You weren’t going to last long like this. He’d already made you wet enough so penetration would no longer run the risk of injury, but he didn’t stop. You didn’t want him to stop, you wanted to come on his fingers just as you’d wanted to when he’d given you that first examination, unfairly making your body respond like a well-tuned instrument to his ministrations.

Your peak was rapidly approaching, and it was not one you would be able to bear in silence. It was going to hit you hard, for everyone to witness for their dissection and cataloguing.

You couldn’t—you didn’t want them to—

“Stop.”

It was a testament to his self-control that 049 stilled his movements. You were breathing hard, sweat damp on your skin, a ruined mess with just a few strokes of his hand.

049’s focus was sharp, devouring in the way a predator would savor over their prey whimpering between their claws. But he didn’t move, and concern crept into his eyes as he searched yours.

“I don’t… want them to see.”

Your eyes burned with humiliation, with the force of your need and the shame of it.

“Turn me over.”

His gaze flickered with understanding, but there was concern there too, and he seemed as if he was going to speak. But then he removed his fingers from inside you and lifted up, a hand on your hip turning you onto your stomach.

When his weight settled along your back, his cock pressed against your thigh, you bit into the pillow to muffle the moan. It felt different in this position, your hips automatically lifting from the bed, desperate to rub against him. There was no hesitancy this time, your need far greater than your fear. You didn’t care what the cameras saw now, what little they could see. He was once again shielding you from your watchers, his broad form keeping their prying eyes from your skin.

Your smock had ridden over your breasts, and your pert nipples rubbed against the sheets, drawing out another low moan. 049 adjusted himself so his cock hung just behind you, heavy and hot against your folds.

“Please,” you begged, your knees braced against the bed, lifting your hips as much as you could with him weighing you down. “Please.”

He growled low, his face pressed into your hair just behind your ear, and he lined himself up. He pushed, the head of his cock breaching your entrance easier this time, followed by the wider length of his girth.

You whined between your teeth, the stretch almost too much even with your arousal making a mess down your thighs. He held your hip with one hand, biting out something in French.

Insatiable, you tried to meet him, pushing back, and forcing another inch or two inside. He gave a gutted noise, as if the pleasure was almost too much. It was a beautiful sound; you wanted to hear it again. You tried to wiggle further backwards, take more of him, but he grabbed your hip firmly with his other hand, making you still.

“Wait,” he spoke in that same breathless shudder. “One moment.”

You didn’t have a choice with his vice-like grip on your body. He breathed heavily, a shiver rippling through him, and God, you wanted him fully inside you so much it hurt. The cameras, the observers, they didn’t matter in the face of the hunger that licked up your thighs and heated your core.

“Please,” you whispered, his face so close you didn’t need to speak louder. “I can do this.”

He let out a small breath that might have been a laugh.

“It is not a question… of your capability.” His words were taut as a wire. “It is a matter of strength, and how I must... restrain mine.”

You took his hand and placed it on the bed, slipping yours underneath. You twined your fingers with his, your knuckles braced against his palm. What should have been a lethal touch, but for you, never would be.

“I trust you.”

049 shivered, his forehead pressed against your hair, his body trembling in an effort to remain still.

“I need you.” You squeezed his fingers. “I want you.”

You sensed when he stopped fighting it. His posture relaxed, no longer rigid, and he pulled back a few inches. He pushed back in, the sudden intrusion hot and wet and sending sparks up your spine. You arched back against him, and the next thrust went deeper.

Unshed tears blurred your vision, the stretch and fullness almost too much and yet not enough. It was on the third thrust that his hips connected with yours, snug against you as his cock filled you past what any other human could.

You could barely think, barely breathe, your body a useless, lustful thing. A moan dragged out of you as you leaned back against him, and with his own answering growl he pushed you flat against the mattress.

The restraint he’d tried to maintain was gone, though his movements weren’t careless. Each thrust down into you, each roll of his hips was done with intention, a drive to ruin you for anyone else. You were completely full, your walls clinging to the strange textures of his skin, the curve of his cock striking a deep bundle of nerves you didn’t even know were there.

His skin was hot, almost burning every place he touched you, his cock sending jolts of heat down your gut. His breathing ran ragged, accentuated by the harsh metallic effect of this voice. Any moans that slipped out were quiet but choked with pleasure, driving him harder into you.

Your mind was a bubbling, staticky mess. 049 wasn’t just thick, there were ridges along his shaft, a pattern you couldn’t discern, not with your mind a jumbled haze. Every thrust rubbed against more than one sensitive spot, leaving you a drooling, panting mess as your walls slowly tightened around him. You were close to reaching your peak, and this time, you weren’t going to stop.

His hand hadn’t left yours, his fingers clawing the sheets underneath. But his other hand rounded your hip to press flat against your abdomen, right above your pelvis. Comforting. Protective.

Possessive.

White light burst behind your eyes. You were a vice around him, forcing him to slow as you throbbed and arched your spine. 049 growled, losing his rhythm. Something large pressed against your entrance at the base of his shaft. You didn’t know what it was, but you grinded against it with a single-minded need even though it was far too large for you to take.

More French expletives spilled from him as he forced you to remain in place, but the hot barrier pressed against your entrance as 049 shuddered with a low growl that was almost animalistic. He throbbed inside you as he gasped for air, each breath hot against your neck. He dipped his head against your shoulder, releasing your abdomen to slide upward, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You released a heavy breath and relaxed, bliss washing over you like a soothing wave, aided by his warm weight on your back. You still pulsed around him, but it was a dull, pleasant sensation. Closing your eyes, you let yourself stay in the moment. No thoughts or worries or fears.

Just him. Only him.

Next Chapter

[the-shsl-ultimate-procrastinator]

Oooh your requests are open? Could you do one for SCP 049 with an s/o who’s one of the thirty-six (from Djoric-Dmatix’s 001 proposal)?

SCP-049 With a s/o who is one of the 36

A/N: Holy shit-- So this actually excited me I lost interest in SCP awhile back but this this makes me wanna really get back into it also I know that the robes are part of 049's body but he can lift that shit right??? Sorry if you don't like it I can always edit it

Warnings: Some NSFW headcanons

SFW

Okay this man is completely touch starved due to his anomalous effect which kills people who make direct skin contact with him

According to him you do not have the pestilence within you and even if you did he's too in love with to risk altering you at all

He will ask the foundation to provide you with gifts on his behalf giving them to you in person as often as possible

You are all he talks about and most of what he thinks about anymore

You and him are given as much time together as the foundation can allow you since for a good period of time after your interactions he has no interest in using his cure on staff and will simply talk to them about you and request they do things for you

He has a hard time expressing his romantic feeling have a strange and somewhat loose grip on romance

He can't kiss normally due to the mask that is also his face but he tries his best

If you were allowed he would want children adopted or natural doesn't matter idk why but I am 99% mans loves kids

NSFW

He isn't loud but he does ramble telling you how much he loves you how good you feel ect

He's gentle and slow about it preferring to enjoy the intimacy and passion of the act itself and not simply seek pleasure

He especially likes the fact that you are the only person he knows can touch him it makes him feel that you and him were made to have such intimate and lovely contact

He cannot do quickies he hates the lack of sensuality and passion in it

He does so much body worship

He is the king of aftercare

[zhurnalproliv]

Sooooo-

I took my universe "Unmasked" seriously, and thought of the idea with the view of Edward (scp-049)

I will attach the reference lists at the end of the post about Magpies and Crows. (warning: there is artistic nudity in the drawings)

Also, you can share your thoughts in the comments, like or reblog, it will be interesting for me to read your comments and see your reaction, whether I post such posts or not

There are two sub-races in Edward's race: Magpies and Crows

Magpies

(Example: a man drawn from memory from the drawings of object 049)

CROWS

(Example: Edward Haselhurst, currently referred to as object 049)

Magpies are long-lived, but they do not have a very long life span like Crows, about 500-700 years.

Magpies in the Middle Ages were kept as pets with whom you can talk (if they had at least a little brain present). Peoples were not afraid of them, and they were seen as just cute little animals. They were semi-wild, and had smaller sizes, and the color was not completely black, but black with white stripes

Crows are long-lived++, if Magpies still have a life limit, about 500-700 years, then Crows can live from 6000 to 7000 years(The average value is taken).

Their peculiarity is also included in the fact that they can accumulate useful substances for the body in order to spend them correctly in the future if some critical situation happens where they will have to not eat for a long time. Edward abuses it, alas, because he literally won't eat because he works or something like that. Sometimes he does it just because he doesn't see the point. They can also "overeat", literally. After a few days of hunger strike, for about a week, they need to eat at least something so that their body does not begin to self-destruct. Edward carries useful herbs and dried fruits for this, so yes, sometimes he can be found at the table sucking on a dried tangerine slice or prunes.

Also, crows do not necessarily need sleep, they can stay awake for about three days, after which they will begin to feel tired. That is, yes, they will be awake for three days, and then they will feel tired if they do not sleep for at least 8 hours.

Crows were taken as pupils or children, because they were distinguished by a good mind, memory and obedience, but mostly they were bullied because they were "dangerous", but the most desperate were taken as pupils and children, as happened with Edward and Father Gabriel (I'll tell you about him later, just for reference I will say that he is a church minister)

The danger of "crows" manifested itself only when they were frightened or tried to attack.

Edward is anxious, and he is in this state almost always, because he has lived a fairly long life and remembers some moments well, especially when he is focused on something or thinking (and he does this often). When he is relaxed or in quiet company, his skin is not dangerous.

And a little bit about the "pestilence"

As I said a long time ago, the craze is about "bad people", that is, those who have a dirty soul. But here it's a little different, I decided to rewrite this moment, but I left the main idea the same.

Pestilence - is a state when Edward experiences uncontrollable fear next to some person, that is, in this way he killed his observer, because he began to raise his voice at him and accuse him, and people who "radiate an unpleasant aura" (yes, he feels the human aura well).

A small note, Edward forgot exactly what he called a pestilence, and because of the moment with Alagadda, where almost all people/creatures radiated a rather vile aura, he called it a disease. + because of the knowledge about necromancy that he received from there, he decided that he would "heal" people from the pestilence, that is, literally make their soul become pure. It is logical that after death the soul goes to another world, and Edward does not feel an unpleasant aura, because it literally does not exist.

In the most fucked-up situations, like shootouts, violation of conditions of detention by objects, he enters Berserk mode and kills everyone who radiates a "bad aura". If under normal conditions he can control himself and restrain himself, then in the "Berserker" mode, that is, unconscious mode, he can kill not only enemies, but also associates, so when something like this happens, and Edward may have such a breakdown, he is locked in a rather cozy chamber with noise insulation, and they leave him there until the foundation deals with the whole situation.