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vovoloyo · 2 months ago
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✧. ┊short drabble
✧. ┊ g/n. reader x yohan (alipede)
✧. ┊  synopsis : ̗̀➛ you can't help but call your feisty bf pretty
✧. ┊ warnings: none
✧. ┊ notes: i love the concept of alipede likkee.. the potential of writings i can do (〃゚3゚〃)
.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*
Giggles and chuckles filled the small room that you shared with your best friend. Cracking jokes after one and another. There has always been something special about your relationship with Yohan, it's something very significant that even the public notice, but he can never decipher why so.
Was it the way that you never treated him differently when he told you that he was blind? Was it the way that you were always by his side to defend him when the other kids were picking on him? He's not sure, but one thing he's sure of is that, his pale skin turns a pinkish red that warms his face whenever he thinks about it.
That was about 10 years ago.
Now that little albino boy is your boyfriend. And an assassin.
what a combination.
Recalling the memories of when you used to protect him, and now he's protecting AND earning for the both of you. The urge to giggle and kick your feet overwhelms you, so you throw yourself on the large couch that he bought you for your apartment. While you stuff your red face in a nearby pillow, you didn't even notice that your boyfriend was now sitting next to you, quietly watching.
"What are you doing?" his question came out sharp and clear, making you jump in flusteration. "Hah! When did you get here?!" you yelped. He holds out the keycard to your apartment door and slaps it gently on your forehead, "What if I were an intruder instead, huh? you would've been dead by now." Despite knowing him since childhood, he still has an attitude. "Oh, it's not that serious," you say while you start repositioning yourself towards him, "Not that serious? Do you even know what you're talking about right now?" he asks while subtly stretching out his arms by reflex, allowing you to come and sit on him. "I didn't expect you to come so early," you say while caressing his jaw with your finger. "I promised 9, so here I am at 9" he addressed.
As he finished his sentence, you cupped his cheek with your palm, "You're just so pretty, you know?" you said, slightly regretting it. You knew that this word triggered him. But who would blame you if you had a greek god as your boyfriend?
His gaze towards you changed to a confused and bothered look. "Gosh, can you not say that word? I can never understand why people say it." he retorted with an annoyed tone. "I'm sorry gorgeous, I can't help it." you giggled, "Are you doing this on purpose? because I can't see?" he asked with his eyes squinted. "Of course not," you moved your other hand to his chest, "beauty isn't always what you can see, peanut. It's something that can also be felt." You can feel his heartbeat going faster through your palm and his cheeks flushing a red tint. "Wh-" your boyfriend gets cut off by your kiss, but he doesn't protest.
You both melt into the sweet kiss you gave. His hand moving up to your waist, and the other on the back of your head.
After a session of sweet love and touches, you both pulled away to catch a breath. Seeing your boyfriend's face all red just makes you want to tease him even more. But his annoyed expression says otherwise. (he secretly enjoys it)
.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*
✧. ┊ notes: i literally forgot about this in my drafts, FOR MONTHS.
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belovedivies · 6 months ago
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Author🙏,
May you show some benevolence to us peasants and give us some crumbs about our albino, Alipede✨
terminal ft. alipede
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a/n: i adore yandere alipede with every fiber of my being. cw: yandere content, spoiler for johan’s past, mention of bullying, possessive and obsessive behaviors, manipulation, violent tendencies, implied parentification on reader's part, trashy adults made trashy decisions, injury, codependency (oops). wc: 2.67k ao3 link! m.list
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This far into the countryside, you stopped caring what day it was. Every sunrise had the same rooster crowing behind the mountains and every nightfall sounded the same container trucker honking on a distant highway just as you were about to doze off. The same off-brand chips in every local diner, the same celebrity whose life people tended to gossip about.
You wanted to say again, with conviction, that you weren’t miserable. There was no better fate to be bestowed upon. Maybe in another universe where your dad hadn’t left and your mom cared a bit more, you might have had the chance to act your age. Picked up a new hobby or two. Learned a sport. Went to summer camps. Fell in love. 
Then again, maybe the caregiver role you took on during this three-month break was inevitable. The boarding school your mom worked at was so low on staff that you had to practically live there to play the part of a nanny. Keeping tabs on the kids. Making sure they take their study seriously. Breaking off fights in the hallway. On days when the tension was heavy and the lump in your throat had been too uncomfortable to ignore, you only knew how to smile and suck it up. Sending them away with a pat on the back. 
The reminder persisted: they would always have you to count on, and you only had yourself.
Away from the crowds but never in the corner, Alipede was a strange one. Obedient to his own torment yet glimmering under the unfeeling façade was a rare defiance. He never fought back, never complained. You wondered if he had simply given up. If he had just taken everything with a grant of salt like you did once upon a time. Still, you admired Alipede. And nothing ever stopped you to try and do your best by the poor boy: slipped in extra bread, chastised his bullies, cleaned the dirt on his desk. 
You stared at him like a hawk from the other side of the room. Many times a day, he might have stared back.
One noon, Alipede tripped over a tree root outside and scraped his knees. It was midday when the sun was at its highest, and specifically a day so boiling hot that the heat had felt like it was raking red sharp nails down your sweat-soaked back; your toes sticking together in a pair of too-large sandals. 
The grass and dirt sizzled their complaints underneath your palms, but they didn’t for Alipede. Against the limewood, he rested his back with a peculiar look of detachment. 
He hadn’t cried. 
But you fussed over his wounds anyway with wet wipes and a few clumsy attempts at band-aids. Halfway through the heinous process with the tissue already stained with dirt and blood, you realized you might be risking an infection. 
“S-Should I get a teacher? A nurse?” You choked out hopelessly before realizing the only semi-responsible teenager around here were you. “W-We should get you inside first!”
Your shoulders continued to shake the more you forced the words out. The boy’s eyes were dead set on your panicked face, but ultimately no answer came.
You gulped and put on your best caring tone. “D-Does it still hurt?”
Alipede blinked. No answer. A thousand years passed. Silence. Your lips wobbled with anxiety in your guts and an apology behind your lips. He had it so much harder than you.
Still, when the albino extended an arm out to reach something behind you… no, on you. Under you? You flinched. A marshmallow-soft sensation settled on your lap and your gaze instinctively followed where his hand went. A rabbit, fur as pale as snow and eyes as red as ruby, had unknowingly hopped out of its coop and was now curling up on your legs.
His rabbit. 
It might as well have made you drown in guilt before, but that feeling was so far away now it barely registered in your mind. Alipede reached out to pet the creature. It nuzzled into his hand and emitted a purring sound, the vibration tingling your skin. You watched the interaction with relief. 
A good distance away from the common building, everything measured up to a perfect amount of tranquility. There were no cheery nursery rhymes on repeat, no cagey and overly dramatic action movies playing from one classroom to another. You smiled and scratched the rabbit’s head with your forefinger, earning a soft snore from the little guy. 
“You left the cage open.”
It took three blinks to realize that Alipede was talking to you. 
He hadn’t tilted his head up yet, still caressing his beloved pet. Beneath the shades of linden, Alipede seemed so soft and kind—looking every bit the pretty boy he was told to be. Maybe it hadn’t been a compliment at all, and you knew how much the albino detested being labeled as just another darling face. But even then, without spring in his steps and a guide cane in his hand, Alipede had always had this air of helplessness floating in and around him, teetering between the fading line of despair and a sense of willpower just vague enough to keep him going.
Your heart was already in your throat when he continued to say something. 
Was it your name? 
The beginning and the ending seemed to match, but there was no guarantee what had slipped out in between. The sun hid behind a heap of cotton candy clouds, yet your palm remained clammy, uncomfortably hot. Maybe it was the guilt. Maybe it was the knowledge that you had too wronged the poor boy. That you had fed and played and cared for what was his when he wasn’t around. 
A tap on your shoulder. This time, you gathered the courage to finally meet his eyes as the albino leaned in and muttered again.
So it really was your name.
And your forehead was touching his. So was your nose. Alipede was so close you two were basically breathing the same air, the apples of your cheeks up against one another. And you hadn’t minded the unusually intimate distance, too busy taking in the red in his irises and the flutter of his pale lashes. Only when the rabbit squirmed on your lap again, trying to make some room did you realize that you still owed him an apology. You pulled back and ducked your head sheepishly.
“I’m sorry…”
For touching the rabbit without his permission. For the wounds on his knees. For complaining too much when he hadn’t. 
Your gaze was trained on your lap, waiting. Thomas once whined to you about the scratches on his hand, calling the albino a freak because he had overreacted. You wondered if Alipede would bite you too. His pet did the first time you approached it, leaving a red welt on your arm and a scar on your pinkie. The thought of an angry boy sinking his teeth deep into your skin sounded so silly that it almost made you laugh. Maybe you wouldn’t even blame him then.
He hadn’t said anything either, but when the albino unexpectedly took your hands in his and laced your fingers together, you hadn’t flinched. Alipede was smiling at you. 
“It’s fine,” then came a gentle squeeze. There in those cemeteries of red, you spotted a glint of delight, “I’m not mad.”
“Oh.” You opened your mouth, then closed it. “Thanks...”
Alipede raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just…” You mumbled. “I thought you would be mad at me for…”
A lock of white hair fell over his shoulder as Alipede tilted his head. He looked so cute; you wanted to squish his cheeks together.
“If it’s you, I won’t.” 
The comment might have made you feel better if it wasn’t for the dry delivery. Even then, you trusted the boy enough to mellow out with a squeeze back. Did you forget something? Your gaze darted back to his scraped knees and felt your heart jump; you still had to take him inside for a checkup.
“You’re still hurting! W-We should head back in—“ The second you had tried to move away, he gripped and pulled you back in with a strength you didn’t know was possible. Shouldn’t be possible. Eyes wide as full moons, you could only stare as Alipede cupped your cheeks. 
“I’m fine.” 
“But-“
“I’m not hurting.” 
The albino lowered his voice, pleading.
“Can we stay here a little longer, please?”
You nod wordlessly. 
It was only Alipede, after all.
You trusted him just as much as he did you. He didn’t need to talk and beg and cry his way into your free time; you gave it to him willingly anyway.
The albino’s thumbs ghosted over your cheekbones. You wondered if he had felt your silent agreement at all, if he could hear the heart beating inside your chest, the blood flowing in your veins, and the air pumping into your lungs. He might have heard a lot of things you couldn’t.
The rabbit squirmed once more, nuzzling its fluffy head against your thigh. Alipede’s hands finally left your face to continue petting his comfort animal, but his eyes didn’t.
“He likes you,” Alipede said with conviction, and a smile smudged around the corners of his lips like a gallery of oil paintings forgotten in the rain. 
“Oh.” You gaped at him; it always got so unbearably awkward the first time. “Um… what’s his name by the way?”
The boy must have had one ready before you even asked, sonnets of adoration bubbling in his throat and vibrant stars dancing behind his eyelids. And you had waited too��all bated breath, all whispering humbleness. Uncertainty swirled your guts like a desert oasis.
But when Alipede opened his mouth to speak, it was your name that had slipped out. 
And again. And again. And again. 
He said yours the same way people would when they cheered for sport: loud, excited, hopeful. You blinked. You heard him the first time, you just didn’t know what he meant by any of it. A “Huh?”, small and confused, left your lips. Then the cords clicked and the dots connected themselves. 
“Oh, oh.” You dropped your face into your hands with a choked groan; the heat on your cheeks rivaling the scorching sun. Through the crack of your fingertips, Alipede’s smile remained constant.
He had named his rabbit after you.
The hallway got dustier and narrower the further you went down. 
Once lunchtime rolled around, it was a maze of spilled drinks and childish destruction—foods and toys and everything imaginable going back and forth in the air until all of them hit the floor in a mass of ruination. One noon, you sighed and tugged on Alipede’s arm, leading him into the teacher’s lounge.
The place was empty. Well, no teacher here had ever bothered to stick with the kids until their second meal of the day, anyway. Once an incoherent excuse was out, they slipped into their cars and drove off into the distance. You never saw them again. 
Your mom was around for breakfast sometimes, downing her portion wearily. She reeked of cheap booze. Of nightclubs and bad decisions. Once in third grade, you flushed her Seropin down the toilet by accident, thinking they were expired candy. Even then, your mom had come home wordlessly the next day with bloodshot eyes and bruised lips, and you hadn’t gone near her medical cabinet since.
Alipede leaned against the wall, a hand clasped over his nose obediently as you cleared out cigar stubs and crushed beer cans on the floor. Turning on the AC and opening a few windows seemed to help with the stuffy air inside. You guided the albino to sit at the table in the middle of the room, on chairs that creaked and felt too adult-like with foam for cushions. There was no one else around, but Alipede clung to your waist with a pout and pulled your seats closer than they already were. You giggled; you loved his clinginess, just as much as he loved you.
“We have—” Still joyful, you paused for effect and peered down the two trays on the table. “—Japanese food today! Curry over rice and miso soup. Have you heard of them before, Ali?” 
Alipede, nose buried in your hair and mind probably somewhere up in the cloud, only blinked. His grip tightened around your waist when he asked, “No. What are they like?” 
“Hmm…” You pursed your lips, “the curry has a thick and smooth texture that feels like velvet against your tongue. It also contains a blend of spices like cumin and coriander. Remember that, Ali? You said you couldn’t stand the pungent smell!” Your shoulders shook slightly as you laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s sweet and pretty mildly spiced. We have carrots and potatoes too! You said you loved them—“
On and on, you went about the dishes with gusto. He kept his eyes on you the whole time.
You used to wonder what Alipede’s world was like. A pitch black. A collision of sound waves and echoes. An overdose of nothingness. Long ago, you read a story about a father who sacrificed his son for the prosperity of their land. The boy grew up beautifully still, slaying demons and taking back the body parts that had been rightfully his since birth. A touching tale about defying fate and pushing forward in the face of adversity. 
Still, Hyakkimaru was a fictional character, and Alipede was not. 
You couldn’t begin to fathom the battle he had to go through every day, struggling to just be seen as a normal person, one with a life just as valuable as others. 
But he hadn’t complained.
He hadn’t cried to you about the bullying either. Months ago before you came, the albino huddled inside a coop behind the school, holding onto his pet bolt-tight. He didn’t need to cry; his fading bruises and healing wounds already did the job for him.
Alipede’s lips curled up against the shell of your ear, dragging you further into the wool of a couch nearby. “You’re right, it’s just mildly spiced,” he whispered, low and content like a purring cat, between the messy tangles of your limbs, “could use a bit more sweetness, though.”
“I wanna get out of here,” you sighed almost dreamily by a pond in the garden, legs tucked under your knees in your favorite sundress, “maybe visit Japan one day. Or Korean. Anywhere is nice.”
You raised a hand to point at something. Maybe a bird passing by. Maybe a red hot orb flowing on the horizon, half-submerged by the Earth. What it was, it was promptly abandoned the moment Alipede grabbed onto your wrist and twined your fingers together.
“You’re not thinking of leaving me, are you?” Alipede’s pupils dilated in the setting sun, the white of his hair and your dress bleeding into one oversaturated canvas. “You told me you wouldn’t.” 
“Of course not!” The answer came just as quickly, hurt and amusement wrapped up in the form of a pout written across your face. Even then, he hadn’t returned an apology. You had felt silly for even bothering to wait for one, but that was okay.
It was only Alipede, after all.
Instead, you squeezed his hand back, lacing your pinkie together in the naive gesture of a promise. 
“I’ll be your eyes, Ali. For as long as I live.”
You swore through mirthful smiles and hushed voices. Here, tucked away from the common building and terrible adults, the world narrowed down to just you and him. And Alipede—your sweet, adorable, and lovely Alipede—whose head was on your lap and whose heart was forever yours, only stared back unblinkingly. 
Then he giggled, pulling you forward. Against all senses, you held on, and the two of you toppled into the grass. Nighttime prickled at your skin like a bug as you laughed along with him, and the summer dragged on, neverending.
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anjeliquesworld · 2 months ago
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Johann ABC headcanon
Note: I think Johann is becoming my second fav
Cw: slightly nsfw
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A - Affection: When Johann desires affection, he doesn’t always know how to ask for it. During cuddles, his yearning comes through in the way he holds on a little tighter or the way his touch lingers just a bit longer. It’s his way of silently saying that he wants more of these moments with you.
B - Baking Together: Johann loves the idea of baking, but he's usually the one who messes up in the kitchen. You would always tie an apron around his waist with a grin, calling him your "baking assistant," even if his main job is to whisk and occasionally clean up the messes he makes.
C - Cuddles: Cuddling with Johann is also a way for him to show kindness. He’s not the loud, extroverted type, but when he’s with someone he cares about, his kindness shines through. He’ll ensure you’re comfortable, ask if you need anything, and make sure you feel safe and appreciated in his embrace.
D - Dark Fascination: Johann has a certain fascination with the darker side of life. He enjoys telling you ghost stories late at night, but always with a sense of calm and intellectual curiosity.
E - Evening Walks: Johann loves to take leisurely evening strolls through quiet streets or scenic areas, sharing quiet moments and soft conversations with you. He finds peace in the calm of the night, especially when the moonlight complements your beauty.
F - Fearless: Johann doesn’t shy away from danger, and he often acts with a level of fearlessness that borders on recklessness. Whether in a fight or facing difficult decisions, he remains unfazed, perhaps because he trusts in his intellect to get him out of any situation.
G - Gentleness: Despite his darker side, Johann is incredibly gentle with you. He’s aware of your emotions and is always careful to create a safe space for you, whether it’s through a soft touch or thoughtful words of reassurance.
H - Heartbeat: Every time he listens to your heartbeat, Johann is almost breathless. The sound is so personal, so intimate, that he feels he’s tapping into something sacred, an unspoken connection between the two of you. Johann will often press his ear to your chest, listening intently, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as he detects the familiar beat.
I - Intimacy: When it comes to more intimate encounters, his touch is deliberate, almost possessive, as though he wants to memorize every inch of you—your scent, your reaction. Johann is more of a switch: the mix of his dominance and submission makes him unpredictable—one minute, he’s guiding your hands, the next, he’s pressed up against you, lost in your scent and the feel of your body. In those moments, Johann’s mind is consumed with one thing: you. There’s something undeniably intoxicating about you, his usual coolness replaced with a desperate need to feel you completely.
J - Jolly: Johann is a master of both giving and receiving when it comes to oral sex. As a giver, he’s slow, meticulous, savoring the way your body responds to him. He’s not in a hurry; he wants to make you feel every second of it. His attention to detail, the way he learns your body and reacts to your every breath, drives him just as wild as the physical pleasure. He’s the type who wants to make you beg for more, each motion building the anticipation, his focus solely on you and your pleasure.
But when he is the one receiving, he's not always patient. In fact, when you deliberately tease him with slow movements, he breaks—pleading eyes and whimpers escape from him. He shifts beneath you, desperate for more, his body trembling with a mixture of need and frustration. The contrast between his usual control and the vulnerability he shows in these moments only makes it all the more intoxicating.
"Please..." he whispers, his voice thick with longing.
K - Knife Collecting: Johann has an unusual hobby of collecting knives. It's a practical interest, given his line of work, but there's also an aesthetic to it. He admires the craftsmanship and the different designs of the blades.
L - Lonely: Beneath his cold exterior, Johann sometimes feels a deep loneliness, lacking genuine connections with others due to his own barriers.
M - Moments of Heat: When Johann finds himself in the heat of passion, his desires can be surprisingly complex, a blend of control, restraint, and deep connection. He’s not into extreme kink, but he does appreciate elements of power play and sensation. It’s the subtle things that turn him on—the little shifts in power, the way one moment he can be in control, and the next, he’s at your mercy.
N - Night Owl: Johann tends to be most active during the night. Whether it's working late into the night or indulging in his hobbies, the quiet of the evening is when he feels most at peace.
O - Obsessive: Once Johann becomes fixated on something or someone, he pursues it with a single-minded intensity that can border on obsession.
P - Poetry: He has a soft spot for poetry, especially the romantic and melancholic kind. He’s the type to write his love interest heartfelt poems or leave little notes filled with beautiful lines of verse that reflect his feelings.
Q - Quiet: He tends to keep to himself and speaks only when necessary, preferring to observe rather than engage in frivolous conversations.
R - Ruthless: Johann will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Whether it’s through manipulation, betrayal, or even violence, he’s willing to do whatever it takes, and he does it without hesitation.
S - Sweet Scent: Johann notices the scent of your skin before anything else. It's like a soft, comforting fragrance that calms him instantly. He could never put a name to it, but it's distinctly you, and it makes him feel at home. When you’re apart, he’ll find himself lingering in places you’ve been, trying to capture the faintest trace of your scent. It comforts him until he can be near you again. Even if you change perfumes or lotions, the underlying you will always shine through, and that’s what keeps him coming back for more.
T - Tequila: Johann has a surprisingly deep appreciation for a wide range of alcohol, especially high-end tequila, particularly the aged varieties. The smoky, rich flavor is one he finds comforting. He prefers it straight, with nothing to distract from the purity of the spirit.
U - Unwavering Rituals: Johann is a creature of habit, finding comfort in his daily routines. Every morning, he starts his day with a precise ritual—meticulously brewing his coffee, adjusting the temperature just right, and taking a moment to enjoy the silence before the world rushes in. It’s the small things like this that ground him. He’s also known to spend hours lost in thought, walking the same path through the city, as if the familiarity of the route helps him think more clearly. These habits are not just about structure; they give him a sense of control and peace amidst the chaos that often surrounds him.
V - Vulnerability: Johann’s vulnerability is something he tries to keep hidden, but when he loves someone, he might let down his guard in small moments. These moments are rare but precious, showing a side of him that few get to see.
W - Wine: Johann has a particular wine he drinks at the end of each day, a vintage red that he feels embodies his personality—complex, intense, and rich with layers. He takes his time to savor it, sipping it slowly as he reflects on the day's events. For him, it’s not just about drinking; it’s about the process of unwinding, the moment of solitude where he can let his thoughts flow.
X - Xenophile: Johann has an interest in foreign cultures and enjoys learning about them. He’s particularly fascinated by their philosophies and values, often incorporating elements into his own thinking.
Y - Yin and Yang: He believes in balance—everything has its opposite. For every light, there is darkness, and for every act of kindness, there is an act of cruelty. This philosophy governs how he interacts with the world.
Z - Zzz: He may not admit it, but your presence gives him peace—his breathing slows, his tense muscles relax, and for once, he can simply rest. Even if it’s just for a few hours, the chaos of his life is forgotten, and for that time, you’re the only thing that matters. The rhythm of your breaths is the lullaby he never knew he needed.
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lexxiie · 4 months ago
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Can I request something like falling asleep on the four apostles (Nathaniel, Kageo, Aliepde, Thaddeus) + Raphael???
Thanks again! Really love all of your headcanons 💕
FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM
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Hello anon! I must admit that while I like Kageo as a character, i don't have a crush on him like I have for the rest, which makes it hard to write for him. As for Raphael... ANON, HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A FACE YET!!!! So here's the deal. I'll wait till the reveal cause I just know I'll like him, and then I'll update all my killer peter posts to include him.
Fandom: killer peter
Featuring: Nathaniel, Thaddeus, Alipede.
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Nathaniel
He met you a couple of weeks ago, and felt completely mesmerized when he saw you, he just had to ask you out.
He first invited you to have dinner with him, and the date went pretty good. You mentioned that there was this movie that you really liked and he said he’d never seen it, so after a couple of dates, he decided that it would be a good idea to invite you to watch it at his apartment. You said yes.
He made popcorn and door dashed Chinese food. The date was going smoothly, and the movie was so good that he initially didn’t even realize that you had fallen asleep on his lap.
Oh.
He had never seen you like this before. If he already thought you were beautiful awake, this might just be the most wonderful view he’s ever seen.
The doctor couldn’t help but caress your face as he watched you, now having forgotten about the movie. Nathaniel felt moved that you trusted him enough to fall asleep with him. He spent the rest of the night wondering if you would still like him this much once you got to know all of him, the good and the bad. Soon after, he fell asleep as well. You both woke up till the next morning, still together.
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Alipede
He doesn’t get along with work mates. He doesn’t like them, he avoids to have any sort of contact with them.
So why in the world is he allowing this?
You were both on a mission, and the heavens know he hates team work, Raphael knows this, too. He doesn’t need anyone, in fact, other people get in his way when it comes to work… or anything, really. Which is why he can't understand why you were assigned alongside him.
Just like always, he was right. Nothing can work out when he’s with someone else. The plan was to retrieve a document from a building without being seen, but it started raining. John decided to not risk it and wait till the rain was over so that he could regain his senses fully. You both hid in an alleyway nearby to wait.
Not even an hour had gone by and you were already asleep. You unconsciously laid your head against his shoulder and he wanted to push you so, so bad but for some reason, instead of doing so, he accommodated his body so that you wouldn’t be in such an awkward position.
Now here he was, caressing your hair, realizing how stupid this all is and wishing he could’ve come here alone... but you smell so nice, and your hair is so soft, and your skin is so warm and your breathing-
And it stopped raining. But for reasons he doesn’t understand, he waits a little more to wake you up.
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Thaddeus
He liked you. He really did. But whenever he was around you he felt the need to act "normal." Thaddeus just assumed you didn't feel the same way, and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
His plan was to never make a move and keep acting cool until his feelings dissipated. Yeah, it was a good plan. It was a great plan.
"Would you like to have lunch with me?" He asked you, immediately mentally reprimanding himself for ruining the plan. He fucked up, didn't he? You seemed quite taken aback. The killer attempted to make it less weird, "you know, cus it's getting late and we haven't eaten and all, but I can go on my own if you aren't hung-"
"I'd like to go." Great.
You both found a food stall nearby and walked through the little town you were sent to while you finished your food. At some point, you decided to sit on a bench to watch the sunset, and before Thaddeus realized, your head was resting on his shoulder. Suddenly, the mesmerizing view of the sun disappearing into the sea was nothing compared to you. And nothing could compare to the feeling of your body against his, so calm, trusting him enough to fall asleep on him. He didn't want this to be the last time. Fuck the plan.
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flaresemily · 3 months ago
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Can I ask you to write about Thadeus or Alipede in Killer peter?
Sadly I don't really understand your request but since you only request two people I'm gonna make a headcanon about romantic and platonic relationship okay
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Thaddeus : Romantically and Platonic.
Romantically :
He loves you so much
He love to spoil you with food
Always bring you gift and so on
He actually introduced you to Peter.
He's the sunshine while you're the moon.
When he gets hurt you treat his wound.
Remember that one time he almost die? You save him halfway.
You cry when he's in critical condition. Begging peter to save him as he's the only one you got.
Platonic :
You are probably a kid that got abandoned there or you are his little sister. Or perhaps his twin sister.
He too spoiled you with gifts,food and so on.
He still introduce you to Peter.
Can't lie he was shocked when you said peter is handsome. He feels like he got betrayed!
He is sulking in the house and you have to bribe him with food.
(not so long cause I forgot to read the new chapter)
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Alipede : Romantically and Platonic
Romantically :
You are his wife. Yes wife. He quickly married you once he was old enough. Raphael knows about this but just let it go.
Raphael uses you to make sure he does his work well.
And he did.
Both of you have a daughter that looks like him.
And also a pet bunny. He loves you so much that he can't bear to lose you.
He sometimes spoils his daughter.
Platonic :
If he's blind. Then you are mute.
You always stay by his side even when he do his mission. You are an expert when it comes to hacking. So you always help him escape the CCTV cameras.
All those camera footage were deleted.
He was proud of you. He communicates with you using sign language. Yes, you can hear but you prefer not to.
You pretend to be blind once. He was angry thinking that someone has hurt you.
Both of you have a pet bunny mainly where you take care of the bunny.
He spoils you with a hug cause he never has someone in his life that truly cares for him as he said.
You don't mind after all he is your brother.
The end~
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daiseukiis · 4 months ago
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MANEATER ; killer peter alipede x oc fic that will probably never leave my drafts ( this was just a random scene )
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jihoon entered the room right after haeun, closing the doors behind him. with a small glance back and listening to the click of the door closing she instantly turned around. her body leans onto his, chest to chest as wraps her arms around his shoulders to pull herself closer. cherry lip glossed lips connect to the soft touch of jihoon’s without skipping a beat. jihoon accepts her actions, hands travelling down to the crevasses of her ass. their lips tugged and pulled, tongues fighting for dominance with soft moans escaping haeun’s lips. 
“i was wondering who you were.” 
before jihoon could react to her movements, haeun’s hands had snatched off the mask he was wearing when she took a step back. the man stood bewildered in front of the girl whose lips curve up into a smirk. what just happened? she saw through his disguise?
her thumb slowly swipes the saliva off her lips, right hand holding on to some sort of mask which had skin-like texture. chocolate hues stare seductively right at the man’s crimson eyes. she couldn’t deny it, the man who was after her was way too fine to be confined under this mask. her heart even skipped a bit at the sight of him, chuckling lowly at her new profound discovery. hell, she actually felt a tad bit upset she stopped kissing him.
“i didn’t expect the pretty boy from the strip club to come looking for me.” 
alipede for once was shocked to see that someone actually saw through his disguise. in fact, he’s even amused at how she was easily able to tell he wasn’t the person who she knew. pale hands run through his snow-like strands, “how’d you know i wasn’t him?”
“jihoon just told me he’s gay. no way he’d kiss me back like you did.” haeun deadpans, watching the shocked look on alipede’s face and chuckling at the reaction. she stares at the mask and wig in her hand, slightly grimacing at the smell of it before tossing to the side. “i smelt your makeup… is it that fx effects stuff?”
“smart cookie, aren’t you?”
“the shading on your face gave it away.” alipede raises his brow at her statement, not fully grasping what she meant. before he could question her about it she speaks again. “but… how’d you even find me?” “do you really want to know?” he moves forward towards her, watching as she cocks her head to the side, humming in response to him. “hm, to confess your undying love to me?”
“sure you aren’t the one that wants to confess their undying love to me?” he cages her body by placing his hands by her behind the table. with a cocky look he lowers himself to be eye level with haeun and teases her. “that kiss was a bit too intimate for someone you just met.”
two can play this game is exactly what haeun was thinking. “they don’t call me the maneater for nothing.” sure, her rather infamous nickname was a bit intimidating on campus. but who could blame her? she was ranked the most beautiful girl at the university, all the boys would practically fall and drool at the sight of her. haeun slides her hand up his muscular chest, slowly grabbing hold of his tie and pulling his face closer to her. half lidded eyelids flutter, glancing at his lips and back to his eyes as she pouts– breath just mere centimeters away from his lips.
“being pretty is hard~”
“sure it is, bunny.”
haeun mirrors the smirk on alipede’s lips, not intimidated at the slightest by his stature. though one thing for sure was she couldn’t help but stare at his lips– the same ones that were on hers moments ago. the moment to savour him was cut short when she quickly shoves him from herself, leaning back just to miss his knives from cutting her neck off. she swore she saw him trim some strands of her hair.
“it’s not nice to use that name here,” hands on the counter as she lifts herself up, legs swinging around to flip on top the table. alipede scoffs at her words, sensing the sudden acrobatic move she displaced— he knew now she wasn’t a regular target. haeun pouts, “you’ll blow my cover.” 
“you’re more flexible than i thought.” she gasps, feigning being offend, even putting a hand over her chest to show how hurt she was by his comments. haeun jumps off the counter once alipede swings his knife at her to dodge.
“you saw me on that pole,” dodging his attacks she continues to be indifferent; it kinda pissed alipede off actually. she reminds him of their first encounter on that late night, gazes stuck on to each other when she was doing her performance. “offended you didn’t see my skills.”
swinging his weapon once more but haeun grabs a chair to deflect his attack. the knife goes and breaks the chair which makes her panic for a moment. haeun attempts to step back, kicking the knife out of his hand but couldn't react fast enough to when alipede had grabbed hold of her wrists.
“oh, i saw it.” he slams her by the wrists to the ledge by the windows as haeun gasps at the impact. her chocolate hues widen while looking at his crimson ones. alipede couldn't help but remember that night the way he knew it as, scoffing at her as a tease. “danced like a bitch in heat, bunny.”
“so rude! i have a name. you didn’t even tell me yours.” it was odd that she wasn't as scared as she should be for someone who was going to die, he was even baffled that she prioritized trying to get his name rather than begging him to save her life ( not like he would though ).
“you’re gonna die anyways, but what the hell? alipede.”
“awh, can’t i just call you mine?” 
“trying to flirt your way outta this?” now, he was actually amused and super annoyed. till the bitter end was she just going to piss him off? he takes her wrists in one hand and pins her arms above her head, his hands that were meant to kill wraps around her neck. haeun coos a little too seductively, “i like being choked.”
before alipede has the chance to process what she said the blinds behind her instantly rolled up. “if you try to kill me now, you’ll be the first suspect the police look for.” haeun smirks at him, her one hand on his wrist in hopes he would loosen it.
oh, he was actually impressed. “so that’s what your aim was.” deciding he would play this game with her, his hand presses a bit tighter on haeun's neck which she releases a gasp for- music to his ears. yet haeun didn't waver, knowing full well that her plan had succeeded.
“everyone has eyes on us, some sort of rumour of you and me is probably gonna start up.” she's right. alipede could sense the gazes of bystanders and hear the soft chatters about what they were doing. he could hear the gasps and whistles even, obviously thinking that they were about to get down and nasty. haeun smiles, “though, wouldn’t mind it if it was you~”
“fuck off.” alipede releases his hold on her, hands forming into fists. haeun touches her neck, though feels the rushed heart beat caused by adrenaline as she looks at alipede. knowing that he would no longer go after her for now, she had no choice but make her escape fast; though without inviting him for something... more.
“let’s hook up at the club later, m’kay~?” haeun's flirtatious tone doesn't go unnoticed by him. leaning to the right as her one hand outstretched on the doorframe. giving alipede a wink and a floating kiss, she moves her hips to exit the room in triumph. “see ya, pretty boy.”
he wants to groan in annoyance, how could he have fucked up this mission because of some sweet sounding and probably goddess like looking girl? wait, why was he even thinking about the target like that?
did he just lose?
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belovedivies · 7 months ago
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Hello love , how are you? I dont know if you take request but listen....OBSESSED STALKER ALIPEDE? Like he enters her room in the middle of night just to listen to her breathing or her heartbeats (and they know each other)
anything about this blind tsundere albino PLEEEAAASEEE I LOVE THIS MAN
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a/n: literally him. anyway, i’m doing good, anon!! i might start taking req from now since im 90% done with all the ideas i wanna squeeze out first. here’s some good ol’ stalker!alipede hcs for ya <3 cw: stalking, yandere content, emotional manipulation, trespassing, spoiler for johan’s past.
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stalker!alipede who memorized all of your routines and habits by heart, months before you two even talked. he couldn’t help but indulged; you were too kind! slipped in extra bread when you thought he was distracted, chastised his bullies, cleaned the dirt on his desk. his perfect guardian angel.
stalker!alipede who didn’t mind letting you play with his dear rabbit. you fed it well and cared for the creature when the albino wasn’t there. he lurked around and observed, but you eventually caught him! blushing and furiously apologizing for daring to touch his pet. you didn’t just make a friend then, you fueled his undying obsession.
stalker!alipede who murdered his tormentors with bare hands on that stormy night, blood all over his body and a sadistic smile on his pretty face. yet the second you barged in with a teacher, he was on his knees weeping; clinging to your shirt. you wouldn’t call your precious Ali a monster, would you? they wronged him first, he was only trying to defend himself! even hours later underneath layers of blanket with a fresh set of clothes, alipede’s body was freezing. he clung to you and gripped too tightly, pressing your limbs together until there was nothing in between. he counted each and every of your breath and heartbeat. he desperately needed to become one with you.
stalker!alipede who, years later, was over the moon when he managed to track you down in korea. it was his turn to give. you ran a small coffee shop at the end of the street that was doing well. alipede camped in attic above, making space between the dusty equipments and sun damage posters. you were down there just a floor away, standing behind the counter and greeting your customers with a big smile. he kept tabs on people coming in too. the girl who fussed for her order. the little brat who kept hitting on you. the office loser who begged for a pastry sample, trying to grab the chance to leer down at your shirt. he wanted all of them dead.
stalker!alipede who followed you home after dawn after you finished up for the day, your hands trembling as the feeling of being watched resurfaced. poor girl, no one knew why the security cameras in your apartment complex had been malfunctioning for weeks. he was just looking out for you, nothing creepy about that! it didn’t even take more than five seconds for him to figure out the passcode, entering your cozy home through the front door. you’re already out like a log anyways.
stalker!alipede who caressed your hair, ghosting his fingers over your face once he was inside your bedroom, lying on the mattress next to you. why must you torture yourself so? you could be his wife by now! it was only ever you and no one else. he pulled you in again like those good ol’ times. and the albino was right; you were still the same girl whom he fell in love with. with your breath and heartbeat against his ears, sleep claimed him. by daylight, he would whip you away.
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anjeliquesworld · 3 months ago
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Alipede/Johann x reader
Note: I kinda like writing about Alipede???😶I was thinking that Alipede would be really good at writing and the type of bf to dedicate handwriten poems 🤣
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𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲����𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵
Everything changed after meeting Johann; your whole world took a 360°. Not in a bad way.
In his own way, he was caring, giving you the right attention. He treated you like a delicate flower; however, like all things in life, it wasn't always perfect. Being by his side meant being constantly in danger, and surely, his complicated personality didn’t help.
Your mind races towards the last period—your problems with your parents, the constant fights with them because of their lack of communication and possessiveness, always wanting to control your life.
You feel trapped, caged. As those painful thoughts overwhelm you, tears start running down your face, crying silently, careful not to make a sound. Slowly, you fall asleep with the tears blurring your view.
It’s deep into the night when Johann comes home.
Walking into the bedroom you both shared, he watches you. The evidence of your tears is a clear sign that you cried yourself to sleep, breaking his heart.
He knows he’s been distant, too wrapped up in his own world. Guilt weighs over him. He walks toward your desk, taking pen and paper. He can’t fix what’s broken, and he knows that. But still, he needs you to know you're not alone.
He writes a poem full of sorrow and regret, the emotions he kept hidden spilling onto the page. The poem is a reminder that even in your pain, you are worthy of love, worthy of care.
He leaves the paper on the kitchen countertop, where you'll find it easily. The words written on it may not offer a solution, but they’re his way of holding you, silently and gently, through the storm.
The next morning, you wake up with puffy eyes, still caught in yesterday’s emotions, ready to start your routine.
As you walk into the kitchen to make breakfast, you notice a piece of paper on the countertop.
"What's this?" you ask yourself, holding the paper in your hands,curious,the weight of it feeling heavier than it should. As you read the words, the lump in your throat tightens, and your chest constricts.
Johann’s handwriting is urgent—raw
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"𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ,
𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅 .
𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 ,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖— 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 .
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔,
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔,
𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 —𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 ,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 .
𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉,
𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 ,
𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 —𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆."
𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓃
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Johann watches you from afar—his apology written in the only way he knows how. His chest tight with a mixture of fear and hope, waiting for you to forgive him, or to let the poem say what his voice couldn’t.
You know he's there, standing in the hallway.
You turn around facing him—your heart caught between anger and love, regret and hope.
For a long moment, neither of you speaks.The weight of unsaid words has hung in the air for too long, heavy and unresolved.
You swallow hard gathering your courage, you take a step forward,then another and another until you reach him.
"I’m sorry,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t undo what I’ve done, but I’ll try… for you. For us"
You nod,your chest feels a little less heavy—without warning you jump into his arms, kissing him tenderly, softly.
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lexxiie · 5 months ago
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John (Alipede) Relationship Headcanons
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Fandom: Killer Peter
John x female reader
Hello guys! Missed me? This is my first time writing for Killer Peter. I figured it would be good to start all over again with something from webtoon since it’s a bit easier for me. Hope you like it, I have been obsessed with this man lately. (Please someone make a juicy request for Nathaniel, im so horny for him 😭)
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As we know, he is notorious for being very possessive, and I’m not gonna lie to you, this fact was a big issue at the beginning of your relationship.
His concept of love is very incomplete since he never got to experience it before you, he never got to be loved by anyone, and he never got to love anyone either.
So much so that it took him a looong time to decipher what it was that he felt whenever he thought of you.
He also believed that he was too good to be interested in some girl, he was too set on his goals as a killer to even think about it. His focus was to become a legend, the strongest man to ever live, not to have any sort of distraction.
But one thing was for sure, he could not stand the thought of you with someone else, much less if that someone was another man.
The thing is, he has no experience with dating. He has never had an actual partner. Yes, he’s had a couple of casual encounters with women before, but never started a relationship with any of them, so he still has a lot to learn.
John couldn’t believe it when he realized that, for the first time ever, he longed for company… but not just any sort of company, he longed for you.
He quickly started loving the sound of your voice, your sweet smell, the ring of your laughter, the shape of your silhouette, the softness of your hair and even the pace of your steps, he had never felt anything like it.
He wanted you. He wanted you like he had never wanted anything else before. He needed to have you.
Luckily for him, you fell in love the moment you saw him, so he didn’t have to do much. You didn’t know why, but you could tell he wasn’t as cold as he wanted you to believe.
Still, as I mentioned, he is of a very possessive nature. It is thanks to you that he has slowly learnt how to go about it, he doesn’t want to ruin things with you, but at the same time, this is how he’s always been.
It’s hard, but not impossible. Though he is definitely the most jealous man in the world.
John believes every man wants you. If he feels their heart beat too quickly around you, he’s ready to kill. They can’t even look at you, every little thing upsets him to no end.
He’ll get between you and any man who approaches you, even if it’s just a friend.
But again, his working on that.
Still, he wants me to make something very clear, though. He does love you very much. It’s not just his need to have you that makes him orbit around you, no. He genuinely is in love. He loves everything about you.
He hates knowing that if he could see you, maybe he would finally understand the meaning the word pretty holds, he hates that he’ll never know. He hates that others have the privilege to know you in a way he never will.
And although in many ways his selfishness is more noticeable since he met you, he has ironically become more selfless.
For you, he would do something he could never have thought of doing for anyone else.
He would die.
He would die for you and that disgusts him. For the first time ever, he feels weak. He has something he could never recover from if he ever lost it; something that would be the end of him if anything happened, and no amount of pride could save him from that.
He takes care of you like he has never taken care of anything or anyone else before, and the truth is, his priorities have changed. He’ll never admit it, but he knows deep down.
His ambition is too great, he still cares about holding his reputation as the top assassin, but there’s this voice within him that wants… something more.
He wants what he never had, he wants love, he wants happiness, a family…
All this feelings are too new for him, so those things are very far away still, but he knows he’ll just grow to want them more and more over the years.
But let’s leave the future in the future, right now things aren’t bad either.
You have a partner who protects you like no other person in the world could, you feel safe and you understand him and his way of showing affection.
You might not see him everyday because of his… job. But whenever you do it is truly great.
He wakes up early to train, so he’s always waiting for you with a cup of coffee. The coffee sucks, but you won’t ever tell him. He can’t cook at all, but enjoys watching you and tries to help.
It’s hard for him to be romantic, and he doesn’t say “I love you” that often, but when he does, you know he means it.
His love language is touching you. Your hair, your face, your hands, and he loooves it when bedtime comes and he can rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat.
He also really enjoys it when you read to him, the sound of your voice is pure bliss.
When he’s out in a mission, he’ll take a piece of clothing from you that has your scent just to feel you close.
Despite being very proud of you being his, you are a secret to the world. He’s just very scared of anyone hurting you to get back at him.
Especially Raphael. If there’s one person in the world who can never know you exist, that’s him.
Although he’ll never tell you, he loves it when you get too corny, you being all over him is his favorite thing.
His favorite kind of date is just both of you and a bottle of wine, he loooves wine and is always nice to have a drink with him.
It’s hard for him to get drunk, but if you get to that point, he may say things he doesn’t say often.
He can hurt you when you both have an argument, his words are sharper than a knife sometimes, his pride will make him say things he always regrets, however he has learnt to apologize, and he truly is working on that too, he hates making you cry.
John is terrified of the idea of you leaving him for someone else. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, he knows being with someone like him is anything but easy, so he’s very paranoid sometimes.
He loves the idea of knowing that there’s someone waiting for him at home, someone he must return to every day.
This man is just so overwhelmed from having you in his life and caring so intensely for someone else that he sometimes can’t wrap his head around how he ended up like this.
You belong to him, of course, but rest assured, he belongs to you, too.
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lexxiie · 2 months ago
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s/o making dolls that looks just like the apostles?? (Your choosing)
When You Make Them A Doll
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Fandom: Killer Peter Featuring: Nathaniel, John, Thaddeus.
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You have always been a very crafty person, ever since you were a child, those things just came naturally for you. Your school projects were always the coolest, you enjoy crochet, painting, all that kind of stuff. But your biggest hobbie is doll making... You LOVE making dolls and they are always so beautiful, the amount of detail you put into them is impressive, and it is a very personal thing among your closest circle, you only ever make them for your family and close friends. It’s like a gift reserved only for when people are already an incredibly important part of your life... Which is why he has been silently waiting for his to come.
NATHANIEL
He came home from a very long day at the hospital, eager to finally see you as it's not as late yet, which is unusual. He commonly arrives home around 2 am, but he rushed his rounds today to spend at least a bit of time with you. He's very confused when he opens the door and all lights are off, he really was hoping to find you awake, he missed you all day. The doctor lights a little lamp at the living room, not wanting to disturb your sleep in case you were on the couch, but you were not. He headed to your room, but you weren't there either.
Finally, he went to the studio, where he found you asleep on top of your desk, with something on your hand that he didn't quite know what it w-
Oh.
A doll. The doll. He carefully picked it up, admiring every little detail, you even sewed a robe for it. The man was so focused and overwhelmed by his emotions that he didn't realize when he woke you up.
You snatched the doll from his hands immediately. "You were not supposed to see it yet, I was gonna wrap it up for you!" Your face showed how upset you were, but he didn't care, his smile didn't fade at all. Nathaniel got down on his knees and gave you the tightest hug he could without risking breaking all your bones. "I thought you would never gift me one." He said, almost as a whisper. The frown on your face softened, "how could I not? You are my favorite person." You said as you returned the hug. The doctor looked up at you, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt this... Excited? Moved? He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew you were not only his favorite person, but the most important person in his life. The one he loved the most.
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JOHN
He doesn't care about some silly little doll... Right? It's such a stupid thing, whatever, he doesn't need it, he lives with you, he's your partner, that's more important than you making him a doll. He doesn't even like them.
But there's this feeling whenever he visits your parent's home and their dolls are over the fireplace... Even the pets get theirs. Is a dog more important than him? He doesn't want to say he's jealous, but he kind of is. Even your stupid friends have one, your male friends. He hates them. The hates them and those stupid dolls. He can't even see them, so why does he care? He bets your friends got one because they he can see theirs, you must think it's useless to gift something like that to a blind man.
The truth is, the dolls make him very insecure. He doesn't understand why he hasn't got one, he loves you, and you say you love him, but do you? Every single person you love has one, except him.
He is snapped out of his thoughts when your mother tells him that it is his turn to open his gifts. He starts with the gifts your family got him, which is really nice of them, by the way. He loves to feel included in these type of things, even if he doesn't say it.
When he's done with all of them, it's finally your turn. You had already gifted him a couple of things that he opened at your shared home, so he wasn't expecting anything else. He opened the box carefully, having no idea what it could be. His echolocation helped him figure out a silhouette, but it wasn't until he started touching it that he realized what it was. He froze. For a while. He silently stood up and gave you a hug, not saying a thing. "Do you like it?" You asked, "Very much." He responded. He kept his face buried in your neck for a couple of seconds, before looking at you and kissing your lips briefly, but God knows that if your family wasn't watching, he would have kissed you like never before.
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THADDEUS
He wants his own doll sooo bad!!! He has even told you so. He doesn't want to force you into making one, so he doesn't mention it often, but he did ask when you first started dating if you would ever make one for him. You said that you would if he earned it.
He has earned it! He has worked for it! Where is his doll?
You have been together for a while now, he has made it clear that he loves you very much and very seriously, he even bought an apartment for the both of you! Yet he doesn't have a doll? How is that possible? What is he doing wrong?
The lack of that damn doll only haunts him on good days, on days when he is happy, like a slap on the face that brings him back to cruel reality. He hates to feel the hot sting of that slap on his very own birthday.
"What´s wrong?" you ask. Your voice brings him back to his cake, and he blows the candles excitedly, you have made this day very special, he´d hate to ruin it with his stupid tantrums.
As you both finish your slices, you reach down under the table to hand him a nicely wrapped box. "It´s for you!" Thaddeus smiles as he opens it... "Fucking finally!" He says out loud, which he didn´t mean to do, but he is just so excited and so... relieved? He thought he wasn't important enough yet, but here it is, and it's so pretty, it looks just like him! The man stands up to hug you, and you realize that your mission of making him enjoy his birthday has succeeded.
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lexxiie · 1 month ago
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Hello~
Can I request some headcanons for the angels of death (+ Yohan ofc) on how they would react seeing their s/o flinch during an argument?
Can I please request the same thing for Killer Peter? (For all the characters that you write for)
Thank you, I hope you have a nice day
When You Flinch During An Argument
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Oh my anon, you and I must be connected because I love the drama!!!!! I’ll write them separately, if that’s okay with you.
Fandom: Killer Peter Featuring: John, Judas, Nathaniel, Thaddeus.
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NATHANIEL
The biggest issue in your relationship is how much time he spends at work. Sometimes you only see him twice a week, and only at night. But he can’t help it, this is how being a doctor is, and most of the time, you understand, but you snapped when he told you that he had a surgery to perform on your anniversary.
You packed the last of your clothes, as you decided you would stay at your parents’ home for a while.
“Come on, (y/n), don’t be ridiculous” Nathaniel said, while taking the case from you. “Give it back!” You yelled, quite angry, but he wouldn’t let go and there was nothing you could do. “I already told you we can move the plans for tomorrow, there’s no need for you to leave.” The doctor explained, softly, but close to losing his patience. “I spend every single day moving plans and adapting my whole life to yours, yet you never do the same!” You yelled once again, this time deciding to let him keep the case and heading to the front door, but before you could open it, the man stood in front of it to prevent you from leaving. “You are not leaving for something like this!” He yelled, loudly, very loudly, and his deep voice didn’t make it any nicer. You aren’t used to him yelling at you at all, this might be the very first time, actually, which is why you can’t help but flinch at his loud, deep voice.
You both stand there, frozen, no one says anything. The doctor’s face is suddenly covered in sadness, and he tries to process what just happened. The thing he loved the most about you was the fact that you didn’t fear him, you knew everything about him, yet you always saw him as a protector, not a monster. He now feared that he ruined that forever.
Nathaniel quietly approached you, lifting his hand up to caress your cheek to wipe away the tears that had started to fall. You let him, so he pulls you close enough to hug you. “I would never do anything to you. If you want to leave, I understand, but I really don’t want you to. This place is not the same without you, so please… please stay.” He whispers softly to your ear, and you hug him back. “I’m sorry that I scared you, doll, please forgive me.” He mutters while burying his face in your neck, but there was nothing to forgive, you knew he would never hurt you, you still had a lot to talk about, but him being a threat to you would certainly never be a concern.
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JOHN
Arguments are not that rare between you two. That’s the downside of loving someone with so much pride, it’s hard not to get upset a bit often.
He loves you so much, and you know he does, but whenever he fucks up, it’s incredibly hard for him to back down from his words, it takes him a while to understand that he was in the wrong, he always thinks he is right. At least at first. Earlier today, he made an unfortunate comment and you pointed out how mean he had been, yet he refused to apologize.
“Seriously? Do you care that little about me?” You ask, unable to believe that he would do anything for you except accepting his mistakes. “You are exaggerating, as per usual” he answers, coldly. Wow.
“I think we should take a break.” You say, very seriously and very calmly. Those words burn something inside John’s head. No. There’s no way, his biggest fear is living without you, fucking it up to the point where you stop loving him.
He just shakes his head, without saying anything. “Did you hear me? We should take a break” you repeat, tired of his pride ruining your relationship, maybe some time apart would help him reflect on things, but the man sitting on the couch in front of you seems to be in shock. “Listen, it would only be a couple of wee-“ he stands up abruptly, now his face inches away from yours, “we are not taking a fucking break” He yells, impossibly upset, and you immediately pull back on instinct.
That action alone makes the man forget all of his anger. He can’t remember the last time his pride was this hurt. He loved you, and he felt incredibly proud that you loved him too, his whole life had been lonely, with no one to care for him, until you came around. Your relationship was his greatest accomplishment, the fact that you could potentially fear him, meant that he had failed miserably at the one thing he cared for the most.
He carefully walked towards you, not saying anything. The killer placed his hand on the side of your face, carefully cupping it. “I’m sorry” he muttered, kissing your forehead softly. “I would never lay a hand on you.” He says after a couple of seconds go by. “I know” you assure him. You stay like that for a while, until he speaks again. “I promise this will never happen again, but please don’t ask for a break.” You look up at him, trying to find his eyes, and they seem sincere. The man reaches down to kiss your cheeks, hoping it counts as an apology, because he still isn’t able to say one out loud and you smile at his childishness. As much as he makes you mad, you love him wholeheartedly.
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JUDAS
He is a cold, cold man. Still, not devoid of human emotions, they’re just buried very deeply within himself. He loves you, genuinely and more selflessly than he could’ve ever expected.
But you can’t show new tricks to an old dog, at least not easily. He’s older than you, he thinks he knows best, and he was thought to be indifferent towards feelings from a very young age. Changing that is a long process.
His distant nature is a problem between you both. He adores you, but struggles to show it. In his old fashioned ways, he can be very traditionally romantic, but there are still things that he could get better at… Like his attitude when you guys argue.
Again, he thinks he’s more mature and consequently, he thinks he’s always right. Judas has an issue with jealousy, he’s insecure of your friends who are your age, worried you’ll get tired of his older ass and dump him, which is the root of your most recent argument.
“He’s just a friend” you say, tired of this. “Yeah, maybe to you he is, but you don’t know how men think” the man answers with a phrase that makes your blood boil. “God you’re so ridiculous” you brush him off, done with this conversation. “I would prefer it if you could stop hanging out with him, (y/n)” you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Your perception of this is totally mistaken” you understand that this makes him very insecure, so you try to be empathetic and reassuring, but you are met with the loud bang of his fist hitting the counter of the kitchen. “Your perception is the one that is mistaken, (y/n)! I don’t understand why can’t you just listen to me!”
His loud voice makes you flinch and pull back, and the apostle quickly realizes that he scared you. It was never his intention, he just meant to take care of you, jealousy aside, you never know what other people’s intentions may be, and you always try to see the good in people, which scares him. He never wants to be someone you fear, his job is to keep your fears away, he can’t believe he keeps messing up things with the only person he cares about. “My love, forgive me.” He pleads with the softest tone you’ve ever heard out of his mouth. “You are right, I took all of this out of proportion, I won’t make the same mistake again.” He slowly embraces you, and feels relieved when your muscles relax with his touch, thank god. You still feel safe around him, and he’ll make sure to keep it that way.
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THADDEUS
Arguing with him is actually not that common, and out of all of the arguments you guys have, most of them are very minor.
From time to time though, yo do have heavy arguments. See, the thing is that Thaddeus is someone who takes everything a bit too lightly. His optimism is something you truly appreciate of him, but it can also be annoying, there are times where you wish for him to be a bit more serious, and he isn’t.
This carelessness of him translates itself into almost every bit of his life, especially his job. You hate his job, obviously. You urge him to be careful every single day, yet he dismisses your concerns every time.
“I can’t believe you are ignoring me over something so absurd.” The apostle tells you, but your back us turned to him, as it has been for the last ten minutes. No word comes out of you mouth, again. “(Y/n), please say something.”
Silence. He calls out for you one more time, but it has come to a point where his frustration grows every minute that passes in silence. Suddenly, on impulse, the apostle yells out your name. (Y/n), I'm talking to you! his words come out at the same time that he got his face inches away from yours, making it all more dramatic, and consequently, making you flinch instantly.
Thaddeus immediately realized how it all unfolded, and why you had reacted the way you did. You had never been scared of him, the look on your eyes felt like a whole through his chest. "I'm so sorry babe, I didn't mean to yell at you" the man rushed to hold both of your hands, he said so in a way that made it sound like he was begging. Begging for forgiveness, begging to go back in time, begging that he hadn't ruined the sense of safeness you had with him? You didn't know, maybe all three, maybe more than three, regardless, you could tell how genuinely mortified he felt. Without saying anything else, you hugged him in silence, hoping that your shared connection could make him understand that there was nothing to forgive.
If there's one person you trust with your whole heart and soul, that's definitely him. The rest of the evening was filled with multiple attempts from your boyfriend trying to make it up to you in all ways he could think of, he just felt so ashamed that he had lost temper in such way... Rest assured it won't happen ever again.
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lexxiie · 1 month ago
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Not a request, just...hear me out
Imagine during Valentine's day, the kids from the children's ward give Nathaniel flowers and chocolate and letters because they love him? They all probably see him as an older brother/ father figure
I don't know why I have this idea but I think it's cute
What do you think?
Valentine's Day
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Fandom: Killer Peter Featuring: Peter, Nathaniel, Judas, Thaddeus, John
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PETER
He is an incredibly romantic man, sure, it may be in an old fashioned way, but to be fair, that's exactly what you love the most about him.
Whether it is because he grew up in a different time or not, he is a firm believer in old courting customs. He cannot fathom the idea of not opening a door for you, of not gifting you flowers every single week, of not being a provider for you. The man is the definition of a classic gentleman, he makes you feel like you are on a 50s movie every single day.
Having said this, a perfect valentine’s date for him means waking you up with the biggest flower bouquet he could find, bringing breakfast for you in bed, and waiting for the evening to come with a brand new dress on the bed waiting to be worn at a fancy restaurant tonight. He plans meticulously every aspect of the day, making sure everything goes according to plan, and let me tell you, it always does. He knows how to treat a lady for sure. Once you get home, he takes your heels off carefully and starts playing some music that you don't recognize, offering you his hand, asking you to dance with him. Of course, you accept. Your face is buried in his neck, smelling his cologne and listening to his heart as he guides you though the living room to a slow waltz. This is all you need. (expect petals on the bed as well).
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NATHANIEL
He is a planner, he plans everything, days, weeks, months ahead. The thing is, he has to plan Valentine's on a rush every year because he does have to be at the hospital for a little while. Since he is the general manager, and is specialized in pediatrics, he has to make sure that the day’s arrangements for the kids go well. Every year, the hospital organizes a couple of activities for the children, it includes writing letters for their friends, family and doctors, decorating cookies, painting, among other things; and every year, the person who gets the most letters is always Nathaniel. The kids adore him. He gets letters thanking him for everything he does, and they move him very much. You love reading them with him, they make you proud of him. (he occasionally gets letters from their moms, but you don't talk about it).
When he is finally free, expect literally anything you want. He tries to change things up every year, sometimes he takes you out for dinner, sometimes it's a picnic, one time he even rented a small yacht for the night. This year, he wanted it to be more intimate, so he came back home to prepare dinner for both of you, and trust me, he's good cooking. The doctor made your apartment feel like the most romantic place on earth, candles everywhere, the smell of lasagna and a freshly opened bottle of wine. Once you both finish your food, you interrupt the subject of your conversation with a surge of impulsiveness. "I could do this for the rest of my life," you say, searching for his eyes timidly. He does the same, he looks into your eyes, trying to decipher what you may mean by that, and he can't hide how excited he is when he finally finds out. "So if I were to ask, would you say yes?" He inquired, sitting up from his chair to be closer to your face. "You'll know that when you do ask," you answered with a flirty smile. The apostle kissed you lovingly before speaking again. "Deal." There´s nowhere you'd rather be than in his arms tonight.
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JOHN
He is not the best at being romantic, but he does have every intention to be, especially for valentine's day. He does not want to disappoint you, he wants to prove himself worthy of having a partner, of being loved. He may not have a lot of experience in the matter, but this man isn't dumb, he planned every aspect of the day to make it feels special. He is a wine enthusiast, so he booked a guided tour through a vineyard that promised to be the best date of anyone's life. And boy it was. The place was beautiful, you loved it and the man sighed with relief the moment he noticed your big smile, it is so much pressure to find something to do... but it was all worth it, truly.
You were just so, so happy, and he was surprised at how happy that made him feel, he would've never expected to feel that way for someone ever. At some point, the tour ended, and it was time for all the couples to have dinner at the vineyard's restaurant. The place was an outdoor concept, and you could see the stars bright in the night, wonderful didn't even begin to describe it.
As the night progressed, all the wine you were drinking started to get to you, every single thing John said was making you laugh uncontrollably, and though he acted like you were annoying him with your cute drunkenness, the truth was that he fell even more in love with you. "Oh, babe!" You exclaimed as you cupped his face tenderly, pouting softly. "I love you so much, I can't remember the last time I saw a place as beautiful as this" you continued, dragging your words, but full of sincerity. The killer took you hand in his as he pushed them away from his face, faking an eye roll, but unable to hide his subtle smirk. "I love you too." He answered briefly, but God knows he loves you more than anything in this world.
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THADDEUS
He loooves Valentine's day! He just thinks it's such a lovely day, and he of course loves it even more since he met you. He's so naturally good at it as well, he always gets the best flowers, the best chocolates, the best everything.
This year, he decided to take you on a pic nic at a place he discovered though his job. It was a beautiful small town close to the beach, with the perfect weather to use as an excuse to buy you a summer dress. Thaddeus doesn't cook. He isn't bad at it, but he isn't an expert either, se he decides to buy food from your favourite place instead. When you finally get there, he opens up the trunk of his car and reveals about a dozen of neatly wrapped boxes, all of them gifts for you.
The evening went by wonderfully, he makes you feel special with every little thing he does for you. The guy is truly a great boyfriend, and incredibly thoughtful and considerate as well.
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JUDAS
He is a bit old fashioned as well, but not as much as Peter. He’s in this weird middle ground where his concept of relationships is too outdated for you but too modern for people like Peter.
His attitude really depends on the woman, to be fair, he hasn’t had actual relationships before you, he wasn’t allowed to, after all. In his younger days, he had flings here and there, and if you were to ask those women if he was a gentleman to them, they would immediately say no. After honor, he kind of tried to have less casual attempts at love, but he never managed to connect with any of those women… but you, you are something else. You are proof that when he cares, he can be the most perfect man on earth, straight out of any girl’s dreams.
On special days, birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, he does everything right. Actually, you have never witnessed him fail at anything. He never does. This year, he decided to up his game a little, taking you on a romantic trip for the week. He chose somewhere you had wanted to visit for a while now, and so far, the trip was going amazing. The itinerary for valentine’s included visiting an island close to the place you were staying at. You were meant to spend the night there and head back tomorrow morning, but the day had been exhausting, you begged your boyfriend to skip the dinner reservations and head straight to the hotel.
And just like that, you both ended up in your bath robes, eating the food you ordered from the room service on the bed, watching some terrible foreign reality show. And truthfully, there was no better place to be at.
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lexxiie · 3 days ago
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Killer Peter characters finding out their s/o is pregnant? How's that sound?
Oh my god anon, you have no idea how much I love this kind of requests!!! They are always so fun to write!
Fandom: Killer peter Featuring: Nathaniel, Alipede, Judas, Thaddeus.
YOU CAN READ ON WATTPAD HERE.
Remember to check out my masterlist.
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alexxandra-a · 5 months ago
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Requests for killer Peter are now open!
MASTERLIST
Webtoons And Books
Note: I'll start posting these directly on Wattpad since fandoms aren't active here, but I'll still paste all of the links to my Wattpad writings here, so come check this masterlist out from time to time to see what's new! (I still take requests here)
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UNHOLY BLOOD
Relationship Headcanons (Baal)
If Yohan never became a vampire
Hayan and Euntae's wedding (drabble)
Dom!Yohan x Sub!Reader (sfw)
Roommates (Baal x Yohan)
(sort of) Enemies to Lovers (Baal)
Nicknames/Pet names headcanons (Baal, Yohan, Sahan, Mamon, Lucian)
Relationship headcanons (Euntae)
Kissing headcanons (Baal, Yohan, Lucian, Mamón, Sahan)
When you are feeling down (Yohan, Baal, Mamon, Lucian, Sahan)
When you get injured (Baal, Yohan, Lucian, Sahan, Mamon)
Giving them a present for valentine's day (Yohan, Baal, Lucian, Mamon, Sahan)
When you beat someone who disrespected you (Baal, Yohan, Lucian, Sahan, Mamon)
When you ask them to bite you (Yohan, Baal, Lucian, Mamon, Sahan)
When you spank them (Baal, Yohan, Lucian, Sahan, Mamon)
When you kiss their neck (Yohan, Baal, Lucian, Mamon, Sahan)
UNORDINARY
Relationship Headcanons + Arguing (Arlo)
Arguing with John
Kissing Headcanons (Arlo)
Relationship Headcanons (John)
When you are paired for a project (Arlo)
Kissing Headcanons (John)
Cuddling Headcanons (Blyke)
Dating/Arguing (Rei)
When you are sick (Arlo)
When you are on your period (Arlo)
Nicknames/Pet names they use (Arlo, Rei, John, Blyke)
Christmas season headcanons (Arlo)
Their kinks (Arlo, Rei, John, Blyke)
When you aren't paying attention in class (Arlo, Rei, John, Blyke)
How they dance (Arlo, John)
Aloof!so (Arlo)
When you have a nightmare (Arlo, John)
VILLAIN TO KILL
When you get injured (Cassian)
Relationship + General headcanons (Driver)
When you find out he's a villain (Cassian)
Cuddling headcanons (Cassian, Uchan)
When you join a talent show (Cassian, Uchan)
How you met (Cassian)
When you don't know he's a Villain (Cassian)
Physical contact (Cassian) (Rambling)
Reader meeting Yuri (Cassian)
Who makes the first move? (Cassian) (Rambling)
Who makes the first move? (Driver)
When his s/o is a villain (Cassian)
KILLER PETER
Relationship headcanons (John)
VIRAL HIT
When you spank them (Taehun, Jinho, Seongjun)
THE RED QUEEN
Relationship Headcanons (Maven)
When you are in danger (Maven)
Relationship Headcanons (Cal)
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This masterlist is updated every time I post something new.
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lexxiie · 5 months ago
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Since no one else is doing it, let me do the job for them
May I ask for Nathaniel's relationship headcanons? Please keep it sfw!
We are the same, we're both down bad for this man 😄
RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS: NATHANIEL
Alipede version
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Fandom: Killer Peter
Pairing: Female reader x Nathaniel.
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Ohhhh to date this man, it’s great, but also very difficult. It is worth it, though… Right?
A nerd at heart.
He’s an incredibly smart man, which was actually what caught your attention the first time you met him.
He’s just the kind of person who knows a little bit of everything. You can have a conversation with him about any subject and he’ll be able to follow.
It’s just sooo attractive to you to hear him speak on those things that he’s passionate about.
I also picture him as someone with a great sense of humor, maybe a bit dark sometimes, but he doesn’t fail to make you laugh.
The thing is, the more you get to know someone, the more you get to know the bad sides as well, and Nathaniel is not perfect.
He’s a very ambitious man. His ambition tends to be his main focus occasionally, which is a recurrent problem between you.
I believe that before his fight with Peter, he wouldn’t have been able to have a partner. His whole life revolved around getting stronger, so he didn’t even had the time to meet people, and no girl would want to date a guy who clearly doesn’t prioritize her.
With this, I don’t mean that he never had a partner, he had his good times back when he was younger, before obsessing with evolution and stuff. He’s a handsome man, women have always been interested.
But after the fight (and assuming he may be alive) he realized that he would never be the strongest human ever, it was a hard pill to swallow, but he’s not stupid. He knows that’s the way things are.
He probably had a lot of time to reminisce on his whole life, on his rights and wrongs.
And he realized that none of the things he had been missing out on had been worth it. That’s when new things started to come his way and he met you.
Meeting you after this realization of his was actually really good for him. It’s not easy to learn that everything you have worked for your whole life was for nothing, you know? This was a very dark time in his life.
In his mind, he had justified all the lives he had taken by pretending that it was for a greater good, for research and science.
But now he had the cold mind to understand that he had fucked up.
Having you around, someone who appreciated him despite who he was and what he had done was the only thing keeping him sane.
In case you met him without knowing of his past, he took a looong time to tell you himself. He was convinced that you would hate him and leave, and more importantly, he was incredibly, deeply, ashamed.
But just when he thought that he couldn’t love you more, you stayed even after knowing the truth.
You just saw things as they were, you know? The man you knew had a good heart. You had seen him taking care of his pediatric patients, taking care of you… he wasn’t a monster.
But good people do bad things too, and bad people can become good.
You truly changed his perspective on life. You showed him what the things that actually mattered were, and for the first time, he was no longer living just for himself.
Now, no one changes overnight. He’s still a proud, ambitious man. But he wouldn’t be himself if he wasn’t.
Sadly, you don’t get too see him as often as you’d like. He’s still a doctor, after all. His shifts are looooong, you can go full days without seeing him.
He’s a total workaholic. He sometimes even forgets to eat, but thankfully, that’s the perfect excuse for visiting him.
You have this little routine where you bring lunch to him on his breaks, and he loves it.
Those 20 minutes he gets to have a meal with you and talk are the best part of his day. Besides, it really warms his heart to know that you care that much for him.
And he also feels superior than all the other doctors who have wives who hate them or are already divorced
He can feel their jealousy.
I believe his work mates don’t like him very much to begin with because of how young he is and the fact that he’s already so high up.
Speaking of jealousy… yes, he is very jealous. Being confident in himself has never been his thing, you know? It might appear like it, but he has always felt less than others. Weaker, weirder… just not normal overall.
He’s just scared that you’ll realize this and understand that he’s not a good fit for you.
He feels like it’s quite the miracle that you’re with him, like it’s some kind of dream that could be over soon.
On the other hand, you also get a bit jealous sometimes. All the nurses are in love with him. And the mothers of his patients too.
He’s actually a very romantic man, by the way. Might not seem like it, but he is. Nathaniel has no problem with telling you how much you mean to him, nor with having any sort of gestures with you.
He loves to take you out on dates and bring you flowers, and he loves being affectionate in public.
Plus, he feels the need to compensate that he doesn’t see you much on weekdays.
It’s so cute to see how all of the kids at the hospital love him, they always want to be around him.
He’ll cook for you when he has days off, believe it or not, he’s fairly decent at it. He has lived by himself pretty much his whole life, so he had to learn.
He just doesn’t do it often because of the hectic environment at the hospital, instant food is easier.
Back to the kids thing, he really wants to have children. It’s a complicated subject for him, because he doubts of his capacity to be a good father while at the same time he’s dying to have a family with you.
He has talked to you about it. Would not put pressure on you if that’s not what you wish, but it would make him incredibly happy if you feel the same as him. There’s still a lot of time to figure that out, though.
He likes to plan ahead of time a lot, always prepared for everything, always thinking about every single thing that could happen in the future. This may be what made him buy a ring after less than a year knowing you.
He just knew it. Still waiting for the right time, but he knows who he wants.
Getting sick while dating him is more of a good thing than a bad one. He’ll take a couple of days off to take care of you, it doesn’t matter if it’s just a cold. He’ll make sure you are warm and take your meds, and he’ll bring your meals to bed.
Overall he’ll treat you as if you were incapable of anything. He’ll even bathe you and change your clothes for you.
Being a caregiver is carved into his soul.
It’s is no news that he is STRONG.
He lifts you up as if you were a sheet of paper, no matter how much you weight. And you love it.
Whenever he comes home from work, he’ll greet you with a hug that lifts you up in the air, he can’t help it.
He likes to tease you, too. It is way too fun for him to lift you up very high and pretend that he’s gonna let you fall.
Though he is very careful with his strength around you, would never actually intend to hurt you.
Drama queen. Will make a fuss out of everything. You burnt yourself while making eggs? He’ll have the first aid kit ready.
He thinks you are very fragile, tbh. He doesn’t say it because he knows you’ll get mad, but that doesn’t change the fact.
Loves to see you walking around in his clothes!!!!
He misses you like crazy when you are apart. Spends his long shifts counting the hours to see you again. He also tells his patients about you from time to time.
The kind of man to keep your picture in his wallet.
He is a rare species of men who love to go shopping with you, walking that much is worth it when you model your new clothes for him.
Will buy you some stuff for himself too, if you know what I mean…
He’s just someone who’s very dedicated on everything he does, while at the same time he is a perfectionist. Nathaniel rarely does something that he knows could affect your relationship, which turns him into a great partner.
You won’t be disappointed , and more importantly, you will never feel unloved.
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flaresemily · 9 months ago
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Killer Peter
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Peter x Female Reader (platonic) : taking revenge for your father.
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