(SCP 049 x Reader) At the Touch of Your Hands
Summary: Because of SCP 049's lethal touch, you and him are unable to engage in any sort of physical affection. However, you obtain an SCP that might actually provide a solution to this issue. Now, the question is whether or not you are brave enough to test it.
You were facing a thick forest, the tall, jagged silhouettes of its trees looming over you, and its darkness threatening to swallow you whole. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath. You could smell the sweet tang of the pines, the humidity of the summer air, and you could just barely make out the scent of a distant fire.
You reached into the pocket of your shorts and grabbed the small object concealed within it, running your fingers over its smooth, cold surface. Your heart drummed in your chest, but out of fear or anticipation for what was to come you were not sure. Either way, it did not matter. It was too late to turn back now.
Without further delay, you stepped into the forest before you. You had traversed this route many times, so you could move in the darkness fairly well. As you weaved among the rocks and the trees, the light of a campfire came into view. You squinted, and you could just barely make out someone beside it, their dark figure illuminated by the orange glow. Your pace quickened as you stumbled toward them, like a moth to a flame.
Finally, you arrived by the campfire, but stopped a few yards away, just out of reach of its glow. A mixture of feelings washed over you as you hesitated to step out into the light of the fire, to step out of your comfort zone and make yourself vulnerable to damage. To death. What if this didn’t work? What if the article was wrong? Was it worth the risk?
These questions weighed on you, causing you to shrink further from the warm glow of the fire until you cast a glance at the figure ahead: a tall, humanoid dressed in thick dark robes and a ceramic mask with a long, bird-like beak. Your fears melted away, and you felt a sense of safety staring at him. You reached into your pocket and rubbed the item it concealed gently. Yes. It was worth it.
You stepped into the light. SCP 049 sat up.
“Did you find it?” he asked, his calm voice tainted with urgency.
You walked over to sit on the log beside him. You reached into your pocket and produced the jade ring. 049’s breath caught at the sight of it. Your hope. Your key to love. You just hoped it would work.
You looked up and locked eyes with 049. Although many of his features weren’t accessible to you, his eyes shined with great anxiety uncharacteristic of him.
“Are you certain this will work?” 049 asked.
You gave him a tender, reassuring smile. “It will. I promise.”
You slipped the ring onto your finger. Immediately, a feeling you couldn’t describe washed over you. You must’ve had a funny look on your face because 049 immediately asked if you were okay. You said you were fine. The two of you locked eyes, and you gave a small nod.
049 lifted a gloved hand. Perhaps it was only the fire, but you could’ve sworn that his hand was shaking. You reached out your hand as well, breathing quickening as you slowly extended it towards his.
You looked up at 049. If you died, you wanted him to be the last thing you saw. You drew in a shaky breath and moved your hand to touch 049’s.
Your pulse spiked. You half expected the world to cut off, leaving you in darkness, but no. 049 was still in front of you. You were still here, and you were touching 049.
The importance of this moment sunk in, and the two cried out in ecstasy. Your fingers intertwined. 049 pulled you towards him and wrapped his other arm around you. You grabbed his arm, pressing your face into his neck and crying tears of joy. You’d spent weeks fantasizing about this moment, believing it could never come true, but it had, and it was even better than you could’ve imagined.
You and 049 sat together, whispering soft “I love you”s back and forth. You clung to one another, relishing in the feeling of each other’s bodies.
Time stopped and everything else melted away. All that mattered was here and now, and it was the first time since the murder, since your conviction, since being brought to site 19, since the containment breach, that you had no regrets. Everything that had led up to meeting 049 and being able to hold him had been worth it. And there, on that fateful night, with the fire crackling and the crickets chirping in the background, you fell asleep in 049’s arms.
