SCP x Reader Oneshots

SCP-049 x Reader

It had been... Difficult. For you. 
Being an MTF unit was dangerous, that much was obvious. Human bodies are fragile enough as it is, and, it so just happened that you were on break, without your uniform, relaxing.
No one could have predicted SCP [REDACTED]'s breach, nor it's goal.
While running down the hall to the armory, it bumped into you. The sick smirk you saw on it's face said enough to determine your fate. At least you thought that.
You fought on the ground, the SCP holding a knife, then you stealing, then it taking it back. It's strength matched yours, weirdly enough. Though you weren't so lucky, and got stabbed right in the middle of your torso 2 times. It also managed to rip off some of your skin, and feast on it.
Thank God for the adrenaline, because you were able to slip out and run away, now with some serious injuries.

You stumbled through the halls, searching for help. It is also worth noting that now more SCPs had breached, most likely because of SCP-[REDACTED]
You held your stomach tightly with one of your hands, hoping to stop some of the bleeding, while you leaned on the wall with your other hand. You could still walk, though the pain kept getting bigger and bigger.

Your vision started to blur, it got harder to know where you were going. You started to lose balance, stumbling more and more, until you couldn't keep moving. You allowed the floor to consume you, falling.
But the impact never came.

Instead of falling on the cold floor, you fell into someones cold arms. Their aura was familiar, so you look up to their face.
It was SCP-049, the SCP you often had to guard! His eyes looked a bit shocked.
" Oh goodness, my dear, are you okay?"  He asked you in a worried tone.
"S...CP." Was all you managed to choke out.
He noticed your wounds, and carefully set you sitting against the wall.

" I apologize I couldn't find you sooner."  he told you.
" You were..Looking for me?" you asked. He was getting something from his medical bag.
" Indeed."  was his reply. 049 got bandages from the bag.
He carefully lifted up your shirt, and started bandaging up the wounds. You let him do that, of course. You trusted 049 with your life at this point. It was one tiny conversation at his cell once. But that was all it took. You started talking more and more, he kept helping you when you were in trouble, and you'd both have gotten into a good friendship. Though one day you realized it was something more for you. You wanted to see 049 as something more, but that was absurd. Curse your heart.

049 finished bandaging your wounds. You thanked him quietly. Yet you had never would have predicted his next move. He hugged you out of nowhere.
" Please refrain from getting injured again, you're... Important to me." His speaking was a bit shaky.

You weakly hugged him back, he smelled like lavender.
" I'll try..."

517 words.