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Hi dear! Can I have hc 049 with assassin reader? She's a master of Iaido, an excellent killing machine has been trained since birth. Y'know how Travis Conrad in "24 hours to live" was revived? Yup, she's kinda " the man who returned from the dead" like that. The context is outside the SCP foundation. So sorry if this is a bit intricate! 😖

SCP 049/Assassin! Reader

~ Growing up in a tribe was not at all easy for you. With all of the rigorous training and sword practice, you barely had time for anything else. Once you finally left, you were thrown into a society where everything was foreign to you; most importantly technology. You were always warned of this place through tales, but never you could have ever imagined that this place was real.

~Fast forward 5 years from then, your expertise and skill landed you a job with the SCP Foundation as a field agent, discovering your new found liking for all things strange. Your view had changed so rapidly these past few years as you’d grow older, though much wiser. 

~You had just come back from a particularly difficult mission that rendered you very tired, which rarely happened because of your inhuman stamina. Now, breaches were pretty commonplace for the Foundation, seemingly especially since you arrived but there were set methods that would keep everything running smoothly, should one happen. No big deal.

~Suddenly, the containment breach alarms sounded as the personnel over the PA was saying different codes, so that everyone knew where to go. You’d casually been walking down the hall, briefly looking at the cells, when all of this happened. 

~You heard light footsteps behind you as you glanced to the side while walking, to make sure that’s what you heard, the alarms still blaring in your ears. 

~In one swift movement, you placed your hand on the grip before turning around and pointing your sword at the being behind you, a movement that was faster than the blink of an eye.

~You huff out of relief as you realize who this was, your sword sliding back into its sheath. You maintain your distance with them, your body still in a defensive stance.

~”I thought you’d be gone by now…”, the masked figure known as 049 states, his arms crossing across his chest. 

~”That’s none of your concern. Plus, you have no excuse sneaking up on me like that!”, you scold, “You know how I am.” You let down your guard as you walk closer to him, within arms reach. 

~Being from a land of inhuman beings, you found that you were immune to the anomaly and most likely many others, based on what had been tested on you. Of course, when he discovered this, he instantly took interest in you as you obviously did not have the ‘pestilence’. During the years, you two took a liking to one another, both of you seeing each other whenever you had the chance. Though, he did not have to cause a breach, just to see you.

~(Which secretly flattered you in a way.)

Thanks for the request! Had fun writing this one! Peace out!

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.

SCP-049/Reader

You peered down the dark corridor, your eyes squinting as you struggled to find the source of the sound. You return back to your confined cubicle as you try to catch up on your paperwork before hearing a echoed 'bang'. You jolt up from your desk at the sound of this, but then you remember where you are.

Gathering your courage, you exit the space and find yourself slowly pacing down the hallway. The noise became louder and louder with each step forward you took, your nerves shot through the roof. You did not dare to return to your office but you found that as you approached the end of the hall, a pungent odor filled the air, the smell of what seemed to be decay and death all around you.

You silently gasped in horror as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, taken aback at the scene before you. Blood and entrails covered the room from the floor to the ceiling as the smell's source was quite clear. You see a figure on the other side of the room and before you can even move an inch, they slowly turn towards you. An ivory beaked mask stood out amongst the black cloaks this being possessed, you instantly recognizing this anomaly to be SCP-049. Your breath hitched in your throat as you were nearly certain of what events were about to take place.

"Do not be afraid, I am only here to cure you.", spoke his monotone and almost robotic voice, a syringe filled with an unknown liquid in his gloved hand.

He began to walk towards you as you stood there, frozen in absolute fear. He was directly in front of you as you peered into his blue eyes with your own. You saw them go wide in shock and... terror?

The lights began to flicker and when they ceased, he was gone, vanished within thin air. You let out a sigh of relief and place a hand on your forehead, your other hand reaching into your lab coat pocket for your radio to alert others of the situation. You turn around to walk back to your office, the scene replaying in your head repeatedly.