Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

SCP-035 x Reader (Part 1) | Cinderalla and Julliet

I lied. You're getting the 035 fic now apparently.
Story in which the reader is clearly too oblivious to notice any of 035's black corrosive goop.

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You wandered what was the point of being at the ball was. 'Represent the family business' your father had claimed. There was no way you could represent them with a mask covering your face. No one knew who you were.
Fortunately your intricate mask only concealed the top half of your face so you spent most of the time feasting on canapés, following the waiters with the trays and stealing the small snacks when no one was looking. Your father would have said it was very unprofessional of you. Not that you really cared what the old man said.
"They look delicious," a voice from behind you stated. At first you believed it wasn't directed towards you but upon glancing around you appeared to be the only one with an assortment of small french hors d'œuvre cradled in your hands.
You turned to the voice to find a man wearing black tuxedo, tailed jacket and all. He looked nothing other than dashing and you wondered what was under that drama comedy mask.
"Ah- umm- yes," you managed to force out through a mouthful of pastries, caught off guard.
The man chuckled slightly as you sheepishly offered one out to him. He shook his head, holding a hand up in polite decline.
"Thank you, but you seem to be enjoying them more than I could."
There was something about the way he spoke, something alluring and charming. You were already smitten with him.
"Suit yourself," you wolfed down the last few snacks before grinning sheepishly at the man, struggling to find words to fill the silence.
"So uh... what brings you here tonight?" you questioned nervously glancing around. Small talk was never your thing.
There was a pause before the man finally spoke, "A few things."
Your heart fluttered in your chest, alluring and mysterious, what more could you ask for?
He must've seen the blush that spread across your cheeks despite the mask you wore and his head tilted, in what you could only presume was amusement.
This was only confirmed by a playful hum that reverberated behind the mask.
"You seem like a dancer. Would you mind joining me?" he questioned, offering out a hand in a gentlemanly fashion.
"Yes... no..." you paused thinking about your words as you slid your hand into his,"I mean. Yes. I would like to dance with you but I'm not very good."
He only nodded with a small but charming laugh as he led you to the dance floor.
As flustered as you were, your swaying seemed to be on point as you half shuffled about the dance floor, one hand entwined with this charming stranger, the other on his shoulder. It wasn't hard to admit that his movements were much more graceful than yours, but that wasn't exactly hard. You may as well be the equivalent to an elephant on roller skates.
To your surprise he didn't seem bothered by your general clutsieness and after apologising incessantly to him on the matter he admitted to finding it rather endearing. How, you had no idea.
The two of you spent some time on the dance floor, conversing about anything and everything - later you would come to realise you still knew very little about the man who wouldn't share his name. It seemed you had just clicked and this man was oh so easy to talk to. This conversation continued when both of you decided to get away from the crowds, moving to the garden of the large mansion. God only knows how much it had cost your father to rent out this venue.
It was nearing midnight when the masked gentleman told you he had to leave. You insisted on walking him out, where the conversation took a peculiar turn.
"Do you believe in the paranormal?" he questioned, looking up at the glowing moon before the mask turned back to you.
"What do you mean," you questioned.
"Ghosts, curses," he hesitated briefly, "monsters."
A soft hum escaped your lips as you thought about this.
"I'm more of a seeing is believing person," you admitted as the two of you neared the gates stopping at the entrance.
"You're not telling me when the clock hits midnight you're going to disappear like Cinderella," you joked.
He only laughed and turned away again.
"Wouldn't that be strange."
He sounded distant and the two of you relapsed into a comfortable silence. He stared at the sky and you stared at him.
He hummed in thought before turning back to you.
"I hope to see you around, Juliet," and you could hear the amused tone in his voice.
"What's that supposed to mean," you grinned at the nickname.
"You're a hopeless romantic," he started walking through the gates.
"Au revoir," he called over his shoulder, leaving you a flustered, red, smitten mess.
He certainly had succeeded in wooing you.