So I read this fun fic by @gogo-the-king about Fury giving the Reader a topless photo of herself and expecting one in return, and I wondered what the other Horsemen would think if they were given a nude pic by their human s/o.
graphic credit: cafekitsune
War: It was a whole thing trying to explain to him how cameras worked. Turns out humans are the only ones who use this technology since other races tend to use more traditional means of recording events and images of people, like statues, paintings, and tapestries. You had to patiently explain that no, it doesn't steal your soul, and no, it's not magic. War was still apprehensive, but you showed him some of the other photographs you'd taken with whatever film you could find, memories preserved by light and mirrors triggering a chemical reaction. You told him that, sometimes, people gave these to each other as mementoes of good times, or as keepsakes between lovers, and offered to take one of yourself for him. Well, he didn't see the harm in it, simply telling you to do as you liked.
You still wonder if you went a little far using what was left of a red bedsheet that was almost the same hue as his cowl when you posed for your camera later, but you wanted it to feel personal. How better to do so than to tease enough of the goods under his colours? Sure, anyone looking at the photo will see your backside, your legs and whatever else you decide to show off, but the good stuff is only just visible, peeking out from behind the fabric. It took some practice posing in a mirror to get it right and it is just you doing the shoot, but you're happy with the finished product, selecting the best one to get pressed into War's palm later on. You tell him to look at it later when he gets a moment to himself, that it's for his eyes only. When he does, he's going red to the tips of his ears, practically salivating at the sight of you. It's not quite what he expected, but he can see your mischievous face staring up at him and he hurriedly tucks the photo into one of the pouches on his belt for safekeeping before he embarrasses himself. But it's good to have you with him, in a sense, when he goes to dangerous places, too dangerous for you to follow, for lengthy periods of time. And if he should find himself missing your company, then you're never truly far from him, staring up from a glossy little rectangle with your bottom lip between your teeth.
He wouldn't be able to take a photo of himself for you, since his hands are huge and too strong for your little camera (he'd most likely break it), but you could potentially talk him into modelling for you if you swear to never tell a soul about it. He does have a nice body, and you tell him as much while you're getting him to pose, earning that adorable huff he does when he's flustered shortly before you press down on the shutter.
Strife: He was more than familiar with how valuable cameras had become in this post-apocalyptic world. You humans seemed almost as obsessed with keeping a record of everything as angels are, but he saw why it was necessary the longer he spent at Haven as Jones. The walls of the makeshift library are covered with photographs of parts of the city where things have changed as the other survivors redraw the maps, keeping track of which faction controls what part for that particular week. But there were some, pinned up on corkboards that were nailed to the walls of the mess, that showed the lighter side of humanity's survival- group pictures with smiling faces, candid shots of the occasional goings-on at the tree, and some silly ones that a few of the humans had put together for fun. Nobody had contributed to this collection of lively moments from a dying world more than you, and Strife had seen how it still brought you some joy to snap away with your camera. He was sure to bring back any film he found for you, if only to watch your face light up with that smile he'd fallen for so many times, fast and hard, like he'd been decked by War's tremor gauntlet.
So, imagine his surprise when, almost a year into this relationship, you'd slipped something into his coat pocket while he was still in his human disguise with a wink before you trotted off to help with taking inventory. He didn't think too much about it, until he was far enough from the tree and curiosity got the better of him...and he nearly dropped the photo over the side of the building he was standing on. Good thing he grabbed it in time, because there was no way in heaven or hell that he was going to let anyone else see you like that.
In nothing but his scarf.
If his helmet hadn't been on, he'd have been biting his knuckles 'til they bled. He's doomed, he knows it, and he doesn't want to be saved. You even had the nerve to ask if he liked his 'present' when you two finally got a moment alone and he could drop the disguise long enough to thank you properly by taking you up against the nearest wall he could find. You little tease. He loves you so god damn much.
Of course, Strife being Strife, he had to get you back for that stunt, and your camera went missing for a bit until you found it hidden under your pillow. With a photo of the Horseman from an overhead angle, his pants loose around his hips and the faintest outline against the fabric while he grinned at you behind his mask. The fucker even had the nerve to scribe the words 'Miss you already!' underneath it. Trust him to play dirty like that.
Death: He's familiar with cameras, even if he doesn't quite understand how they work. He's gotten caught on film a couple of times the last time he was sent on a mission to Earth about a century ago (not for lack of trying not to be seen), and he understands the necessity for humans to document their changing world. He's definitely not fond of being in front of the camera, though, so he tends to step out of the way when you start taking pictures of stuff. Absolutely no way are you getting a picture of him. But if you happen to offer one of yourself, just something for him to remember you by, after you two are close enough, he'll question your intentions, but he won't say no. He doesn't look at it immediately, though when he gets a moment, there's the faintest smirk under that impassive mask as he looks it over. It doesn't take him by surprise to see your nude form the same way it does his brothers- his jaw doesn't drop, his mouth doesn't water and his eyes aren't about to pop out of their sockets. But he does remember why you gave him this gift, and some deep-seated part of him purrs its satisfaction at the coy expression on your face and how you're posed in a way that preserves some of modesty, the angle meant to look like you're beneath him. As if he doesn't know what you're trying to do.
It's amusing that you don't bring it up, but he'll tease you about it during a more intimate moment when he puts you under him so he can see you at the same angle you took that picture from. "Now, isn't this a familiar sight?" He remarks, and your flustered expression is reward enough.
