Just a lil thing. basically, Reaper decides to take off his mask for the reader and angsty fluff ensues
W: teratophilia (attraction to mosnters)
You watched him from across the room , scuffling with his armor and cursing under his breath. Somehow, you found it endearing. He removed belts and hard shells of armor and stood there in only an un-armored cloak. He turned and walked toward you, only gloves and under-clothing still on. You smiled at him as you sat on the bed and he reached a hand toward you. You grabbed it and brushed a thumb over the metallic claws on his fingers. “Take these off, darling” you smiled gently and he just groaned, sitting on the bed and quickly pulling you into his lap. He scooted back so he rested on the pillows near the backboard. You rested in his lap and pushed your nose up under his chin, wrapping an arm around him. “Always so needy…” he sighed out and leaned back as you planted a kiss on his neck. “I know”. But as he moved his hand, the points of the makeshift claws ground on your skin and you hissed quietly through your teeth. “Please, take those off”. Again, he puffed and this time slipped them off,setting them on the nightstand. He set his hand on your thigh and you sighed. “Better..”. He bumped his mask against your forehead as if to give you a kiss. You chuckled, as it seemed he had forgotten he had it on. You grabbed the bottom and tilted it up lightly. He whacked your hand off and moved in a puff of smoke across the room. You puffed as you just fell into the bed you turned and spoke “Oh will you stop that, you remind me of the damn cheshire cat” he only grumbled and stood there, readjusting his mask. “Why won’t you let me-” he cut you off. “I /can’t/”. You watched him as he sat on the bed and you approached, nuding between his knees. You rested hands on his shoulders. “But why?”. “God, you’re so demanding” he hissed “And you’re dramatic, now let me see”. “NO.” it came out loud and harsh. So you backed away but he reached out and pulled you back, almost desperately. He buried his mask in your shoulder. “I’m sorry….but I can’t.” “Tell me why’ you spoke softly and brushed a hand over his hair. “It’s terrifying…please, darling, it’ll just push you away” “What is?” “My face, dammit. I…I don’t look human anymore..” his voice didn’t sound like his. You tilted his head up under his chin to look into the dark holes of the mask where his eyes would be. You spoke softly and calmly. “Do you really think I care about what you look like? Granted, it’s a plus and you’re damn gorgeous. But I didn’t fall in love with you for your face. Please….let me see.” you lightly brushed a thumb under the bottom tip of the mask. He sighed and stayed still. Suddenly, he leaned forward and on you again. But you smiled and laughed gently. You pushed his shoulders back slowly. “Fine. but you asked for this. You take it off.” you smiled at him and pulled up the tip slowly. He didn’t move to stop you so you kept going. You slipped it over his nose and on top of his head. You finally looked down at him and gasped. He gave a visible grimace but wouldn’t meet your eyes. What you could see of his face from where you stood was scarred and torn, echos of his past battles and losses. But somehow the dark, curly hair you loved to touch was still mostly intact, with only a few scars littering where hair wouldn’t grow anymore. You slipped your whole hand under his jaw and lifted his head up, though he protested at first. “It’s alright, look at me.” you spoke very tenderly. He finally did, glancing up with eyes you had never seen before. They were black where white should be and a dark crimson where they used to be brown. There were small cuts all around them, likely from the explosion that had put them out of commission. You examined him carefully and he didn’t say a word. His mouth did still have lips but on the sides, there were missing patches of skin separated by thin, nearly stringy skin. In the areas that there was no skin, a vicious bite of pointed teeth was revealed. You tried to meet his eyes but he wouldn’t let you. So you tilted his head up with both hands. “Look at me….please.” you were very quiet and soft. But eventually, he looked at you with the red gaze, eyes worried. But you only kissed his forehead and he let out an almost audible whimper. You pulled back and looked at him, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Gabriel, you’re beautiful.” he looked so confused. How could you see him like that? He hated his face. To the point where it could even be considered a weakness.”I…I’m not. I don’t even look human. Im such a freak, how can you-” but you cut him off with a soft kiss on his lips that you could finally feel for the first time. . His eyes widened and he considered pushing you away but he stayed there and kissed you back. Soon enough you pulled back for air and smiled at him, brushing a finger over his cheek. “You’re insane.” but it sounded more like a confused question than a statement. “Maybe I am. But I can tell you truthfully that you’re gorgeous.” he stayed silent and glanced away. How could you love this? His mangled, horrific face that looked more like a monster’s than his own. He couldn’t understand but maybe he didn’t need to. You were still here. You hadn’t run. You hadn’t screamed or even moved away from him. So he leaned forward and hugged you, burying his face under your chin. You smiled and set the mask on the bed, holding his head there. He made a little sound and kissed your collarbone. You kissed the top of his head in return and he just rested there. Somehow, you didn’t find him scary. You’d fallen in love with him long before he had shown you his face. And he had trusted you enough to show that to you. That in itself meant so much. From under your chin you heard a small “I love you…”. With a smile you spoke back “You too. Always .” he stayed silent and closed his eyes.