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Can I make a request. How the Scps (049, 073 and 076) react to the reader, being a shy, kind and caring person who does not talk much, but always attracts people for what they are and are always called "angels" or "saints" for the people .
((Note: if possible, you can do Scps like Yanderes, please))
(A/N: Sorry, I read the Yandere part at the absolute ending of my writing! I could always do another for you though! Also, I do apologize for taking so long to write this story! I’ll shaddup now...)
SCP 049:
At first, your quiet and wallflower appearance did not strike him as anything special. Once he came near you and you thought he meant you ill will, you showed your true form as a much different creature. Pearlish-white wings tore from your back as you began to lift into the air away from the anomaly, your appendages beating against the wind. A blinding glow burned his faded eyes as you began to land before you once you were sure that he meant no harm. His form stood frozen with surprise as no one had ever gotten this close to him without perishing, your soft hands caressing the sides of his mask.
You brought him into a silent embrace, your second pair of limbs wrapping around his body. The researchers around you were absolutely shocked by the sudden event, alarms blaring and the guards rushing in to separate the two of you to be put back into your containment cells. You revert back into your form and give SCP 049 a mournful look before you are shoved away.
SCP 073:
Being both polite and introverted beings, you get along pretty well. Very rarely would the Foundation allow you two to see each other for research purposes, but sometimes, you would see him wandering the facility. You took a seat in the break room next to him as he was completely divulged in a novel. Your head came to rest on his shoulder as you spoke. “Hello Cain, it is very nice to see you again.” A deep rumble of laughter vibrated from his chest as he put down his book and looked down at you. “You know that it is always nice to see you, my dear.”
You look up at the camera, which was coincidentally focused on you with a small red light. “I really hate being watched so intently, my love.”,you said with a slight tremble. He wraps an arm around you, his hand taking one of yours. This sudden movement rendered you a blushing mess, no matter how many times he did this action, you were always flustered whenever he showed you any attention. So is the life of the lovers.
SCP 076:
Now this one was an absolute mess and one of the most difficult people you’ve EVER dealt with. And you’ve lived for centuries.
It all started when you were dragged from your warm and safe environment in obviously early hours and placed into the complete opposite; a cold, empty room. Well, empty except for a dark figure on the other side of the area who was currently crouching and holding an abnormally large sword at his side. You lean forward from the spot you were sitting to try and get a more clear view of the person, before being lunged at faster than you can blink. You dodge the attack as your wings unfurl, flying up into the air in your true form, the figure you recognize as a man, chuckling under his breath. You shoot him a sharp glare with your sword ready to slice this mysterious person into miniscule pieces. Your breath suddenly hitches your throat as you realize this is an all too familiar anomaly. You swoop down towards him, your two pairs of arms reaching out to grab him, his sword coming down and missing you by a hair.
You two tussle for a bit on the ground, his teeth sinking into your flesh, though you did not even flinch. After all of the fighting, a wave of calmness rushed over him, the both of you wrapped together tightly as your eyes began to shut from pure exhaustion.
Your main goal was to give a little love to the world and show compassion to each living and breathing being on the face of the Earth. And you were going to do exactly that.