SCP-035 x SCP-049 Oneshots

🌸A King Gets What A King Wants🌸

AN: In this oneshot, SCP-035 is a (kind of insane) king in medieval times, and SCP-049 is the uninterested king's honorary physician.

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035 sighed as he sat down on his throne. He rubbed his eyes, quite annoyed after giving a speech to the town about his new host. Their family had spoken out, but he had simply eliminated them and intimidated the rest of the town to keep quiet.

Two people stood on either side of his throne with cloth, ready to wipe down the throne if any of his substances got on it. 035 had an idea, and turned to one of them.

"Is 049 at work today?" He asked. The servant nodded, and the king smiled in response. "Good. Take me to him."

The servants were quite confused when 035 grabbed a blade from his pocket, but jumped in surprise when he shoved the weapon into his own shoulder. "You tell no one of this event as well," he ordered.

The pair, nervous but not wanting to disobey, hastily supported the king as he rose from the throne, and they all made their way to the doctor.

049 sighed when he heard the faint shouting of commands not far from the entrance to his quarters. Here we go again, he thought to himself as the king entered, his servants scampering away. "Hello 035. What injury do you come with." The doctor looked over his figure, quickly noticing the blade protruding from his shoulder. "Nevermind. Just... come sit down."

The king seemed to skip over to the table, sitting down with the confidence of a man who had been here many times over. "You see doctor, this blade was thrown into my shoulder while I was giving a speech to the town. I am a merciful king however, so I did not order their death." He crossed his arms, wincing a little with pain at the action. "Though next time, I doubt I will show pity."

"I believe I've heard you say that before," 049 responded as he retrieved some salve and lavender. "They must have had some aim to be able to throw the blade into your shoulder at this angle."

035 simply laughed as the doctor took out the blade and applied the salve. "Yes, yes, truly impressive," the king remarked without paying attention. His main attention was focused on the man who insisted he wear his black coat and white bird-like mask. He smiled lovingly as the doctor crushed up some lavender and transferred it to the other's hand.

"That should help with any pain experienced though the healing process," the doctor reported, looking up to look 035 in the eyes. "Is there anything else you require? It is approaching time to sleep, and I would like the rest."

The king smiled. "I appreciate the care, doctor." He got up to leave, but mumbled a bit loudly to where he could still be heard. "And if you're tired enough and wish for the best sleep, you may come rest in my quarters."

"I can still hear you~" 049 remarked as he looked through his herbs.

035 became quickly flustered. "I- well- you know-... the offer still stands."

"I believe I'm quite alright, your highness. You should be able to make it to your sleeping quarters on your own."

The king smiled. "And if I can't?"

"Then you may simply sleep on the table in here," 049 responded, not missing a beat.

"Ah. I believe I can make it."

"Good," 049 said, a smile heard in his voice. "I hope you rest well, and try not to sleep on your chest as to spare pressure on the wound as well as to not rub the salve off of it. Simply sniff the lavender if pain comes."

035 smiled. He poured the lavender into one of his hands before approaching the doctor. Before the other could ask what his intentions were, he simply planted a kiss on the forehead of the beaked mask.

049 could not give a response before the king walked out of the room. Instead, the doctor simply stood still, contemplating. He yawned though, and all of his thoughts retreated as he walked over to his sleeping chamber.

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682 words

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AN: hehe funny lizard word count. Anyways, this was very lazy and I did very little research. I'm both sorry and tired TvT