If requests are still open, could you do like.. Reaper's s/o knitting something for him, like a blanket, scarf or something, and his reaction? Thank you! I love this blog, it's nice to see one centered on more sfw imagines c:
This sounds pretty cute, and perfect for winter time! (And thank you, for the compliment!)
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You waited for Gabriel in the little alcove that he had designated as your space, happy to be out of sight and undisturbed. Whether it was just the threat of Gabriel’s anger if anyone intruded that kept people out, or if he had put traps around it, you didn’t know. All you knew was that it was the one guaranteed private place you had in the base, and the one private place that you had with him.
The lumpy package in your hands was actually a bit heavy, and you placed it on the table after a minute. Gabriel had told you he would be back about half an hour ago, and you had been waiting for him since. You weren’t worried about him yet, but you had been holding his gift for the entire time and your arms were getting tired.
Just as you went to sit on the couch squashed against the far wall, the door beeped and Gabriel walked through. You jumped up, forgetting about the package as you ran forward to hug him.
“Careful, (Name). You’ll get blood on you.” Gabriel hugged you tightly, regardless of his warning, and let you unhook his mask.
He looked tired, and you noticed that he did have a fair bit of blood on him.
“Are you-?” You started to ask, but he waved his hand and cut you off.
“I’m fine.” He glanced away from you, and his attention was caught by the paper-wrapped lump on the table. “What’s that?”
You blushed, even though you were disappointed that Gabriel had avoided confiding in you. Again. But you squeezed passed him and picked up the package, and held it out. At the very least, you hoped it would help him see how much you loved him.
“What is it?” He asked again, taking it from you and weighing it in his palms. You could see him trying to guess what it was, and smiled.
“It’s a present. I made it for you.”
Gabriel’s eyebrows rose marginally and his handling of the package became more respectful. Still, he made short work of the wrapping, and as it fell to the floor his eyebrows rose a little bit higher. He clearly had not been expecting what you had made.
And he also looked like he might be blushing.
You weren’t entirely sure because his cheeks weren’t changing colour, but his expression spoke volumes. Which was quite the thing in itself, since he was usually about as expressive as the mask who wore around everyone else.
“It’s a scarf.” He carefully unwound the length of knitted black yarn that you had worked painstakingly over for weeks, smoothing his gun-rough hands over the pattern with care.
“Yeah. It’s getting colder, so I thought…” You trailed off when it occurred to you that he might not even feel the cold.
Before you could continue that thought, Gabriel wrapped the scarf around himself, tying it neatly at the neck in a knot that you would have to ask him to teach you. The way he arranged it made it seem like it was half the size of the bulky thing you had originally handed him, and it looked like it was meant to be a part of his gear.
“Thank you,” he said and he kissed you once, briefly, “it’s perfect.”
Blood had gotten on it already, but you knew he would wash it out with care. Just like you knew he would wear it for the rest of the winter, and no one would dare say a thing.
And that made it a little easier to forgive him for keeping secrets from you still. He loved you, and that was what mattered.
Although, he might open up a bit more if you knitted a blanket…
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