#killer peter thaddeus

[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus x Reader

Note: this is a gift for my Thaddeus lovers‼️🌚 This will be the last update for the time being, I'll be back soon. Love you all💋

*Inspired by chapter 59*

Cw: slow burn,nsfw,mdom,mdni

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Steamy Lesson

The cold breeze envelopes you into the timeless nights of Kowloon Hell as your mind races back to the events that led you here.

It all began on that island—an isolated stretch of land where the D-rankers were gathered for testing. The mission was simple: survive or be slaughtered. But it was there, between the chaos and bloodshed, that you and Thaddeus crossed paths.

It was on that island that you asked Thaddeus to be your teacher. Watching him fight stirred something deep within you—his combat skills were both terrifying and mesmerizing, leaving you in awe while also sending a chill of fear through your veins.

You glance around. The training area is secluded, hidden beneath the shadow of a ruined building. The growing darkness of dusk makes the atmosphere unsettling.

The name of this city, after all, is spot on. It does look quite like hell.

"Are you ready, little one?" And there he is, with his annoying little smirk.

You couldn't stand him. How could you?

He's an asshole pretending to be a goody two-shoes. You can't wrap your head around the fact that everyone finds him fun to be around.

He's just a little brat, walking around like the world belongs to him.

That smile of his, the one that always lingers on his lips, as if he's holding some secret he refuses to share, makes your blood boil. It's as if he knows exactly how to push your buttons, teasing you as if he finds your irritation amusing, as if your every reaction were a game to him.

You hated how effortlessly he seemed to get under your skin. It's maddening. If only he'd stop dragging you into his twisted games. But no, he's always there—the more you try to ignore him, the more it feels like he's just waiting to prove you wrong.

And now that you've spent even more time together, as if it were possible, Thaddeus seemed even more irritating. The tension between you two is palpable, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air, charging every movement, every breath. The training sessions were a constant reminder of the fine line between hate and desire.

Several weeks had passed since your first lesson together. You remembered his words:

"I won't be a gentle teacher," Thaddeus said. "I will push all your limits. You'll learn discipline and perseverance."

And it was very much the truth. He did, in fact, break all your boundaries and limits—not that it was a bad thing. He's a good teacher; he just has a very unique and questionable way of teaching.

But it was worth it. You made great progress.

"Today you'll fight me," Thaddeus snapped you out of your thoughts, throwing some bands at you to wrap around your hands. "Should we make a bet, doll face?" His languid smile threw you off. You were startled by this sudden change of behavior; his eyes sparked with mischievousness.

"What kind of bet?" you asked cautiously. It was obvious that this was just another one of his twisted mind games, where he is the only one to take pleasure from ruining others.

"If I win," Thaddeus continued, his voice dripping with amusement, "you'll have to follow my orders for the next week. No questions, no complaints."

Your mind racing as you weighed your options. Thaddeus wasn't the type to lose, and the thought of being under his orders unsettled you. But then again, you had no intention of letting any weakness show

"And if I win?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing tension.

Thaddeus’s grin widened, a glint of something darker in his eyes. "If you win, I'll leave you alone for the same amount of time. No games, no tricks, just peace."

It sounded alluring .Too good to be true.

A rare opportunity to be free of his manipulation, but something inside you told you it was a trap.

"What’s the catch?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He chuckled softly"No catch, doll. But you'll have to earn it."

The Apostle assumes a combat stance, smirking quietly to himself.

He revels in your reactions; they ignite a dark, dangerous fire within him that he can't quite comprehend. That relentless, stubborn attitude of yours drives him to the edge, making him eager to break you—body and soul—in more ways than one.

"Let's see what you got, doll face," he says mockingly.

This will be interesting, he thinks to himself.

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The air was thick with the scent of sweat and leather, the only sound being the soft, rhythmic thud of your shoes against the ground.

Thaddeus’s eyes gleamed with that familiar playfulness as he took his stance once again.

"You can’t even keep up with the basics," he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement as you struggled to block one of his kicks.

"Still think you’re ready for this?" His gaze pierced right through you.

"Shut up, asshole." With a fierce grunt, you lunged forward, aiming to land a punch.

"Oh~" he chuckled. "You shouldn't run your mouth. I'm your teacher, doll face," he said, dismissing your attempts to hit him.

Thaddeus came closer, positioning himself behind you. You could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"Here, let me help you." His lips brushed against your ear, his whisper low and husky, his hands landing on your waist to correct your form.

The heat from his touch seared through your body, as if it burned you. You flinched but didn’t pull away.

"Relax... you're too tense," he murmured, his breath warm and tickling against your ear, giving you goosebumps.

Thaddeus noticed your reaction and smiled to himself, pleased. He relished the power—even if minimal—that he held over you.

He enjoyed toying with your senses—he squeezed your waist, light yet possessing, before letting go.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to acknowledge how his proximity affected you.

"Let's try it again."

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Your body was on fire, every muscle screaming from the relentless pace. You knew Thaddeus was toying with you, deliberately letting you get close enough to think you might land a hit—only to dodge at the last moment. But his movements were smooth, almost predatory. You were both breathing hard, drenched in sweat, but neither of you was willing to admit defeat.

But just as you lunged one last time, your movements faltering for a split second, his hand shot out, catching your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, Thaddeus had you pinned against the wall. As you looked up at him, time seemed to stretch, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

"Looks like I won," his tall figure towering over you, making you feel tiny and vulnerable.

"Get off, weird glasses," you said, trying to sound indifferent, as if you weren't at his mercy.

He leaned in closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nope, I don't think I will."Thaddeus's voice was soft, but the challenge in it was unmistakable. His grip on your wrists tightened, and you could feel his pulse beating against your own, matching the erratic rhythm of your heart.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing for a way to escape his grasp. You tried to shift, to use your body weight to your advantage, but it was futile.

"Let go of me, Thaddeus," you spat, venom lacing your voice, though even you could hear the uncertainty beneath it.

"Tch, tch, tch," he murmured, lowering his head. "I'm the one who won the bet, pretty little thing."

It was the confirmation you’d dreaded: all of this was a trap. He had you exactly where he wanted.

Thaddeus traced a finger slowly down your jawline, then lifted your chin with deliberate tenderness. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You closed your eyes, feeling the light brush of his lips against yours, and for a heartbeat, you wondered if he might kiss you. The mere possibility twisted your stomach.

But no. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours.

Thaddeus, clearly delighted by your reaction, let out a soft chuckle—a mocking, dark sound.

"You're a challenge, doll face," he whispered, his voice low, a dangerous edge to it. "And I like challenges."

His gaze searched yours, seeking something you couldn’t quite name.

Hate? Desire? Hunger?

"I’ll kiss you," he said abruptly.

Your eyes widened at his words. You turned your head, as if the movement could banish the turmoil rising inside you. "No," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You wanted it—and the thought maddened you.

Thaddeus raised an eyebrow, savoring the sight of your flustered expression. "Yes," he said, and before you could protest further, his lips crashed against yours.

This was no gentle kiss. It was rough, hungry, possessive—an expression of all the unspoken tension between you.

Thaddeus held you with one of his large hands, pinning you in place, while the other slid down to your waist.

Every instinct in your body urged you closer to him.

Thaddeus softly pulls away, his lips brushing gently over your lower lip before he breaks the kiss.

"I knew you wanted this as much as I do," he murmurs, the words lingering in the air between you. A shiver runs through you at his certainty, and it makes you painfully aware of the truth you've been hiding—how much you've pretended not to feel, how much you've denied the pull of his presence.

You meet his gaze, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing the effects he has over you. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"I hate you," you snap, the words laced with frustration—anger not just at him, but at the burning, forbidden desire that threatens to unravel you.

Thaddeus's lips curl into a knowing smile, a low chuckle escaping him. He sees right through the mask you’ve so carefully constructed.

"Hate me all you want, doll face. But you’re still here, aren’t you?"

He didn't need you to say it out loud:the kiss has told him everything he needed to know.

This wasn’t just a fleeting game anymore.

"Show me how much you hate me," he says, smirking knowingly. But you don’t have time to respond before his lips meet yours once more.

He lifts you effortlessly, without breaking the kiss—everything about him is too easy, too confident. It feels almost natural to be in his arms, as if this is exactly where you belong.

He sets you down gently on the weathered table, positioning himself between your legs.

A surge of irritation courses through you, and before you can stop it, your teeth sink into his lower lip, biting down with enough force to draw blood. The sharp, metallic taste fills your mouth, but it’s quickly drowned by the heat of his mouth on yours.

Thaddeus hisses, his breath sharp and shallow but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his grip tightens around you, his body pressing closer, his heat seeping into every inch of you. “You have no idea how much I love it when you’re like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and dark...sending a shiver of something you refuse to name spiraling down your spine.

The words vibrate through you, igniting a hunger that you try desperately to suppress. But with each movement, each breath, you feel yourself unraveling further, helpless against the pull of his touch, the ache in your chest that makes it harder and harder to remember why you hate him so much.

With a kiss that mirrors the intensity of his passion, he takes a handful of your hair and tilts your head to expose the soft curve of your neck. He whispers in your ear, his voice low, "You drive me insane," before pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, biting, suckling—marking you.

Thaddeus hums softly to himself, savoring the sight of his marks upon you—so innocent,so delicate. It stirs something primal and visceral within him, a deep, aching hunger that refuses to be ignored.

In the back of his mind, clouded by desire, a thought urges him to stain you further, to make you submit to him. Only to him.

Thaddeus stands over you, breathing heavily.You’ve both crossed a line now. His touch, his words—there's no escaping it.

"You're mine now," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice dark but oddly tender as his gaze softens just enough to make your heart skip.

"Open your mouth," he commands, his voice low, almost a whisper, but heavy with authority.

You hesitate, feeling the weight of his gaze on you; however, your head tells you to follow his instructions to please him.

Slowly, you part your lips, looking up at him as if you were a puppy waiting for its owner's praise.

He smiles, pleased with your obedience, his eyes tracing every subtle movement you make. Then, without warning, he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. A small, almost inaudible whimper escapes your mouth as you take in the thickness of his fingers.

"That's it," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. He begins to move, his fingers deepening inside your mouth. "Yes, good puppy," he praises, his tone dark and laced with dominance, amazed by how effortlessly you submit to him.

His breath quickens, each inhale sharp and shallow, as the heat between you intensifies.

The warmth of your mouth, the sight of your complete submission, and the way your tongue swirls around his fingers—it's almost too much for him to bear.

He pulls his coated fingers from your mouth, bringing them slowly to his lips. His eyes never leave yours, dark with lust and intensity, as he licks them clean, savoring the taste of you.

You almost whine in protest but then,realization hits you.

What the fuck just happened?!

You push him away with all your strengths

The pull between you is undeniable. You're tangled up in his world, in his games.

You turn around facing him once more.

"I hate you," you whisper, but the words feel empty now.He already knows the truth.

And with that awareness you storm out the training area.

The kiss, the tension, the games—this isn't over. Not yet.

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[belovedivies]

syndrome ft. thaddeus

cw: minor spoiler, pining.

Thaddeus eluded you.

The same way people did him, honestly.

But then there was you again, and you had just kind of been there; standing by Raphael’s side like a loyal dog since day one. Never frowning, never raising your voice. And he didn’t think he minded it, not really. He liked that your serenity balanced out the semi-man-child whom Thaddeus now called his new boss. You were soft, gentle, benevolent. Maybe only at times. Greeting him whenever he passed by you in the hallway. Laughing at his stupid jokes. Humming a foreign song under your breath that the Apostle didn’t recognize.

One less eggshell to walk on, yet two ticking bombs remained.

He liked your eyes too. Shining, dazzling, so unlike Raphael’s. The redhead only felt that familiar twinge of annoyance when you gazed up at the man you called your little brother with so much love and care. Like you were willing to hang the moon and stars for him. And Thaddeus wasn’t jealous, not really. Raphael was your flesh and blood; it’s only natural that devotion would dig deeper than any shovel or sword could.

But you only had that impenetrable smile on these days. Moving with grace and gold. Keeping your distance. He couldn’t even hold a conversation for longer than one minute before you excused yourself out of the room, not sparing him another glance.

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Your indifference bothered him.

Made him feel like he was a snot-nosed brat all over again, struggling to survive in that dog-eat-dog shithole he reluctantly called a family. Years ago, when you took the knife out of Raphael’s hands and dug the blade into Father Gabriel’s heart for him, Thaddeus was stuck kicking his legs somewhere far away until his limbs were bent at an inhuman angle, his lungs burning for air. But he pushed through the pain, the tears, the blood early on. He had to become the strongest.

For what, a six-year-old him once pondered.

Sitting by the pond in the garden and swinging his legs in a pair of dojo shoes he had soon outgrown. Martial Arts is about the body and the mind. Integrity, courage, respect. He never intended to frighten others and should have never been considered a weapon of destruction either. But then came the power. The control. The entire continent soon bowed to the King of Kowloon, and Thaddeus was nothing short of elastic.

As much as he hated to admit it, the fight with your little brother knocked some sense into his thick skull. The Apostle didn’t even have time to process his defeat before Raphael wrapped him up in a white body suit that made him look like a goddamn psych ward patient, heavy chains bidding his legs together and keeping him suspended in the air. Thaddeus refused to yield then, gritting his teeth and cursing out strings of profanity that he wasn’t taught before. He fussed, yet Raphael was barely fazed. The punishment didn’t come right away.

It was the days after that.

Days when he was all alone in the base with nothing but his thoughts for company. Thaddeus kept his head hung low and just stared blankly. He felt like a slab of meat. Static noises played on repeat inside his head; and he was okay with that, really. He didn’t want to think anymore.

The hours were so long that he stopped counting. Only then did sleep eventually claim him—a stuffy, dreamless slumber.

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The redhead didn’t know how long he had been unconscious. But when he woke up, he found himself on the ground; the chains and ridiculous costume miraculously all gone. He was resting his head on something soft too. Thaddeus’ mind tutted its alarm late, but when it did, his body shot up as if struck by lightning and muttered up whatever little strength was left to put some space between him and this unfamiliar presence. Yet the second he attempted to move, his vision started spinning. A stabbing discomfort gnawed on his nape, and Thaddeus realized he was hit with the worst neck pain ever.

He was going to fall at this point. Crashing face-down on the ground like a pathetic loser. The Apostle’s legs wobbled like overcooked noodles as he braced himself for the fall that never came. Instead, he found himself on his back once more, wondering if his body had even moved an inch in the first place.

But there was you, staring down at Thaddeus with a smile.

“Welcome back,” he hadn’t heard any voice in days, much less one as pleasant as yours. The way your hands cradle his face felt like a hug on a winter day. When you shifted, Thaddeus’ stomach did a weird twist.

You didn’t seem to mind him gaping at you like a dead fish, tilting forward with that same mysterious quirk on your lips. Your hair falls around him in soft curtains, blocking the flicking lightbulb ahead that was starting to hurt his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Your fingers weaved through Thaddeus’ hair. And it felt good, so good he thought he could fall asleep again right here, with his head on your lap. The stinging pain at the back of his nape went away almost instantly when the tips of your digits grazed through the spot.

He opened his mouth, trying to get the words out. It’s useless; his throat was so parched. Thaddeus guzzled the bottled water you handed him in less than two seconds, not caring if his whole face was drenched too in the process. He heard a giggle from you, sounding like mist drops on leaf dripping down a pond.

You came here by yourself.

That much he collected when you pat his face dry with a handkerchief, the silver cross embroidery at the edge tickling his jawline. The movement was still nothing but gentle, yet Thaddeus noticed the corner of your smile turning icy. You came alone, but not without purpose.

“What do you want?”

It might be a little too late, but his inquiry came out nonetheless. Thaddeus tried propping himself up with his elbows but soon realized they were shaking.

At the question, your head tilted to the side ever so slightly. Legs tucked under your thighs in a too-expensive dress. Not a single wrinkle or hair out of the place. Unfeeling. Unmoving. Pupils blown wide like a doll’s.

“I came to check up on you!” You sing-song, beaming too bright, too superficial he had to stop himself from cringing outwardly. “Sit up.”

The command barely registered in his weary mind when Thaddeus felt his body moving on its own, and he was sitting face-to-face with you.

The smile you gave him was nothing short of satisfactory. Eyes glinting with mirth. Like he was a puppy and just did something endearing.

“Here,” something warm slipped down his throat; soup? Thaddeus blinked in awe, feeling the herb soothing his deserted taste bud. He hadn’t eaten anything for a whole week, “how does it taste?”

“G-Good.” His response came immediately this time, albeit rasped and still shaky. But you didn’t mind, feeding him another spoonful of dumpling that he eagerly bit into. Thaddeus was left starved, and he was gonna rot here to death if you didn’t come.

You were technically his savior.

And you looked pleased too, letting him have the rest of the bowl until it was empty. Wiping his mouth clean. Guiding him to lie back on your lap. You were warm, so perfect. Thaddeus wondered why he wanted to get away in the first place.

“It will get better,” you hum, running your hands through his hair, “once you move in with us.”

Thaddeus perked up at the last part, meeting your eyes. Your gentle smile remained as your fingers slipped underneath his bangs, resting on his forehead. “Have you thought about what he said?”

He did.

More than he begrudged to relent. Between the endless hours hooked up to the ceiling and nasty bug bites bruising his skin, Thaddeus didn’t have much of a choice. If he somehow walked out of here alive, he would be dragging his feet until the friction scoured the heel of his shoes. Bitter. Humiliated. He didn’t want to be reduced back to the disappointment he was back then.

He needed to be strong.

“Good boy.”

Taking his silence as an answer, you giggled and ruffled his hair. For once, he was sure he had made the right choice.

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Thaddeus was all over you. In the hallway, in the garden, in between those meetings he rarely ever showed up. Always saying your name with an ear-splitting grin. Always have something to say. A stupid joke to tell.

You never seemed to mind it. You never even liked him to begin with. But he felt comforted when you were there, passing him by like an invisible wall. Thaddeus remembered the way your hands felt on his skin that day. He wondered just what he had to do to have you close again, looking at him like he was precious. Like he meant something.

Raphael was so gonna kill him.

♡dividers credit: @strangergraphics-archive♡ ♡masterlist♡

[peacetingyawaka]

OG Thaddeus has mad strong genes

[flaresemily]

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

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)

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~

[ivyines]

The way I’m obsessed over these two

(Anyone interested in joining discord channel for this webtoon?)

[korpie]

home

silly little one shot about my new favorite boy Thaddeus ! he's such a sweetheart and sooooo silly but what if we were to have a special moment with him like how Pietro/Peter did ?!

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It was one of those summer afternoons where the sun had long claimed the sky, casting everything in a golden haze. The warmth hung in the air, thick and comforting like a soft blanket, and you were sitting on the roof of an old, somewhat run-down building at the edge of town. The kind of house that looked like it had seen better days but still held the promise of quiet moments and stories yet to be told.

You weren’t sure how you’d ended up here—at this little house on the edge of nowhere, in the company of your usually rowdy friend. But now that you were here, with the faint smell of fresh grass and distant summer storms, it felt right. It felt like home.

Thaddeus, his messy hair curling around his face in that effortless way that drove you crazy, sat beside you , his gaze fixed on the horizon as the warm light flickered in his eyes.

“I always liked summer,” he muttered, his voice soft, almost like he was talking to himself. His hands were tucked in his pockets, and he looked at ease, as if this moment, this small patch of time, was enough. "It’s like everything slows down for a bit. No one’s in a hurry to go anywhere. no killing no anything."

You couldn’t help but smile, your gaze drifting to the vast sky above. The world seemed to expand here. There was something soothing about the stillness, the simple sound of cicadas buzzing and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. It made everything feel grounded.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "It’s like you can breathe a little easier."

There was a beat of silence, a comfortable one, and you both just let the moment hang in the air, like the sunlight that wrapped around you both. Thaddeus glanced at you then, his face lighting up in a way that made your heart skip. The corners of his mouth tugged upward.

“I was thinking,” he started, his eyes thoughtful. “If you ever feel like running away… just for a bit... you know where to find me.” He shrugged casually, but there was something vulnerable about the way he said it far from his usual rowdy demeanor, as if he was offering a secret.

You tilted your head, feeling the cool breeze against your skin. “And where would we go?”

He let out a small, almost imperceptible laugh, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sure himself. "I don’t know. Just… somewhere. Anywhere. Somewhere quiet. Like this."

Your heart warmed at the thought, and for a moment, you felt the weight of his words settle in. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere you could just be. Somewhere you could forget about the world for a while. Maybe you didn’t have to go far to find that peace. Maybe it was already here, in this fleeting moment, with him.

“I think we already found it,” you said softly, looking back out at the golden light that stretched over the land. "This is home."

Thaddeus’s expression softened, a quiet understanding passing between the two of you. He didn’t speak for a long time, and neither did you. There was no need. The air was enough, the soft hum of summer, and the feeling that, in this strange moment, you’d both found something. Something you didn’t even know you were searching for.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, his voice almost lost in the breeze. “This is home.”

And as the evening stretched on, you both sat there, your lives momentarily still, just two people finding peace in the simplest of things. And for once, you felt like you belonged—like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

AHHHHH LOOK AT MY SWEET BOY :3

[lexxiie]

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

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.

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.

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.

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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[daiseukiis]

the chokehold these two have on me rn is insane

[qyuubu]

new chapter just released but all everyone’s talking about is how his ass is so fat 😭

[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus x Reader

Note:I'm really attached to this little scenario I wrote,I hope you'll like it as much as I do. Unfortunately I think this will be one of the last posts for a while🥲

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

The air in the bedroom is soft, carrying the gentle scent of lavander candles blending with the freshly laundered sheets.The light of your lamp illuminates your room as you lie in bed, lost in thought, waiting for your lover to come home.

It's a lie to say that it's easy to be by Thaddeus's side. The harsh truth is that you live with the constant fear of losing him due to his "job." Danger awaits both of you at every corner, but this doesn't stop you from loving him.

Without warning, your door opens , and there he is—the center of your thoughts. A smile spreads across your face as you’re finally reunited.

However, he doesn't seem as cheerful as usual. Without saying a word, he climbs onto the bed, under the covers, and snuggles his face against your chest. For a few minutes, you don't say anything, simply caressing his back softly as the silence envelops you.

Thaddeus’s mind races, the chaos and blood he's spilled threatening to swallow him whole. A part of him tells him that he doesn't deserve this softness, that it's foolish to want something as fragile as peace.

Could he really ask for peace?

Could he trust that is okay to feel safe?

These questions gnaw at him.

Yet, another part of him clings to the warmth of your embrace, as though it's the only thing keeping him tethered to something real.

"What's wrong?" you ask quietly.

Thaddeus murmurs something you can't quite make out before lifting his chin. "I'm exhausted..." he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He pauses for a moment before continuing, "I'm tired of constantly fighting to hold onto my power."

His hand hovers near your arm for a moment before he finally lets it rest, his fingers gently brushing your skin, as if testing whether he can allow himself this kind of closeness without it breaking him.

"You know... you're the only thing that comforts me. I feel safe when I'm with you, little bunny."

Thaddeus gazes into your eyes, a glimmer of affection reflecting in his own. Slowly, he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers,

"You have no idea how much I crave your comfort, how it's the only thing that can soothe the chaos within me..."

Your heart races with affection, butterflies in your stomach. It's really rare to see Thaddeus this vulnerable, especially now that he is sharing his emotions with you. Letting people into his heart has always been difficult for him, not to mention expressing his feelings... that's why you treasure these rare moments.

As you hold him, his fingers tighten on the fabric of your shirt, as if afraid that if he lets go, the fragile peace between you will break, just like everything else always has.

Thaddeus looks up once more, his eyes wandering around as if trying to find the right words. "Little bunny... can you promise me something?"

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, nodding your head. "Yes... of course," you answer, waiting for his request.

His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He never learned how to trust promises; he's calculating and cold, just as he expects others to betray him, to leave him. Like everyone always has.

But with you, it was different. He wanted to be loved, to be cared for, to believe in this sweet lie.

He's deeply devoted to you. He can't bear the thought of you leaving his side.

"Don't leave me. Ever. Please."

He whispers, as if pronouncing forbidden words, a secret meant to be kept between the two of you. Thaddeus looks at you with pleading eyes, a soft blush tinting his face.

Unexpectedly, a tear slips down Thaddeus's cheek. Your heart tightens. You can see how meaningful this promise is to him, the weight of his fears, how fragile he feels in this moment.

You gently cup his face, your thumb wiping away a tear. "I won't leave you, Thaddeus. Not ever."

Thaddeus buries his face in the nape of your neck. "Don't cry, Thaddeus. I'm not letting you go," you reassure him. "I love you too much to leave you." Your voice, sweet and calming, soothes

Thaddeus, his muscles relaxing as you play with his hair, hugging him close to your chest.

Little by little, Thaddeus feels his mind free of any negative thoughts as you whisper sweet nothings to him.

"Sleep peacefully. I’ll be right here when you wake."your fingers gently tracing his features admiring his profile.

You can feel his breath slowly becoming heavy—he is slowly falling asleep.

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, whispering, "Sleep well, pretty boy,"And with that, you too surrender to the quiet embrace of sleep, the promise of your unconditional love holding you both in the stillness of the night.

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[belovedivies]

HAPPY BABY THADDEUS POSTING!!

can he get anymore precious than this?? 😭❤️ latest chapter revealed his (tragic) backstory, and we got his real name drop too: 레베오! (read as: Leveo)

this arc’s slow buildup is lowkey killing me 🥹 thaddeus is a good guy at heart and he genuinely deserves happiness. im still a little anxious ngl, but hopefully peter can find a way to settle everything and get the redhead on his side 🫠

pic creds: Mỳ cay cấp độ 7 của Alipede 😋❤️

[peacetingyawaka]

the scream i scrumpt

HE IS SCRUMPTIOUS, ENCHANTING, MOUTHWATERING, AND EVERYTHING THAT'S SYNONYMOUS

[flaresemily]

Hello, I hope you're having a good day. I saw your requests are open for Killer Peter fanfics unless I'm mistaken😳. If I'm not mistaken,could you please do a Killer Peter x reader where reader was an experiment for the glory. They kept reader in a capsule like thing that kept her young for like 45 years she's,in reality five years younger than Peter but since Peter became young again she looks like she is only two years younger than him. So back to the main thing. Reader is a new recruit from the glory, so she is tasked to go on a private mission with Peter because the glory said she is capable of slightly high ranking missions. So when she is on the mission her and Peter get separated, Peter fought the minions of the guy (there are like 200 of them) right so reader meets with the *actual* guy her and Peter were sent to deal with. So long story short( please make a cool fight scene where reader is shown as an really amazing fighter like B-rank nearing A-rank) Peter and reader bond over their love for ,I don't know anything the floor is yours yeah. Oh yeah also Peter finds reader extremely pretty. If don't mind please make her have dreadlocks. Thank you have a nice day😘

Peter x Experiment Reader

He met you when he was 15 and you were 10. You train alongside him. Days and nights. Even going on a mission with him until one tragic day.

Thus years past, both of you are grown up.

"Brother where are you going?" You ask him. He just look at you and pat your head. "Don't worry about it just go to sleep you have training tomorrow right?" You nodded in agreement and went back to sleep.

Unfortunately for him,one of his missions goes wrong. As a punishment they put you in a time capsule. He couldn't find you. He searches for you like a madman. Even when Simon tried to calm him down he just got slapped.

45 years past...

It was hell for him without you by his side. He thought he was going to die at old age without u by his side but fate turned him into his younger self. Now healthy again, he makes it his mission to find you.

When he finally met you, he was shocked. He didn't expect you to look so young. Maybe because of the capsule. (He didn't know you were in a time capsule all he knows is they put you to sleep in a capsule not time capsule)

"hello? My name is y/n. How are yo--" you were crushed in a big hug from him. You didn't get the chance to finish your speech. He sobbed cut the silent tension. "I didn't know you were the new recruit" he mentioned. "Brother pet--" he just tighten his hugs but you get the message.

"y/n you be going on a private mission together with him okay? I know you can handle this" a man said.

You just nodded. "Brother you have so much to explain?" You whisper to him. He just smile at you and kiss your cheeks.

You were too stunned to speak. As both of you get ready you see him putting on a black coat. "Why the coat brother?" "Stop calling me brother y/n"

"but I like it though..." He just drag you to the mission.

Timeskip

As they walk through the hallway a sudden rumbling makes them on guard.

As they look in front of a group of people...no...maybe a hundred people with weapons chase them.

"y/n go now!! I handle this! Quick" Peter shout. You just stare at him and quickly run. You run and run until you stumble a door. You heard voices from inside. You slowly open it there and behold the boss that you were supposed to capture.

Then the man turned to her and smirked. "Well well I didn't know a pretty lady would come and get me~"

Third pov

A Dance of Blades and Shadows

The mission had gone sideways fast.

Peter was supposed to cover the front while she flanked from the side, but the second the doors to the compound burst open, an ocean of enemies flooded in—too many for the plan to stay intact.

Separated. Outnumbered. Improvising.

The main target stood before her now, calm in the chaos. A man draped in deep crimson robes, watching her with a smirk that dripped with arrogance.

"You’re not the one I was expecting,” he mused, voice rich with condescension. “But I suppose you’ll have to do.”

Y/n cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders. “You talk a lot for someone about to get their ass kicked.”

The man flicked his wrist. Two guards lunged first—trained killers, their footwork clean, their blades gleaming under dim neon lights. But she moved before they could strike, her body coiled tight with honed instinct.

The first came in high with a slash. She ducked low, her dreadlocks whipping around as she twisted under the blade. Her knee shot up, crushing his ribs before her elbow slammed down on the back of his neck. He dropped like dead weight.

The second was faster, already adjusting. He swung—she caught his wrist, twisted, and wrenched the weapon from his grip in one fluid motion. A sharp spin, and the stolen dagger was buried in his throat before he could scream.

Two down.

But the real fight was just beginning.

The target smiled, unimpressed. “Not bad.”

Then the lights cut.

Darkness swallowed the room, and she knew—this was his game now.

A flicker of movement. A whisper of fabric. He struck from the shadows.

She dodged just in time, the air splitting where her ribs had been. The hum of a blade followed—he was using a weapon coated in something sharp, something wicked.

He fought like a ghost. Silent, fast, unpredictable.

But so was she.

She let him attack again, just enough to gauge his rhythm. A dodge here, a slight deflection there. Then—her moment.

Instead of evading the next strike, she stepped in.

The blade skimmed past her cheek, close enough to draw a thin line of red, but she was already moving. Her arm hooked around his wrist, her body twisting. A sharp yank, a brutal pivot—

CRACK.

The satisfying snap of his wrist filled the air.

He stumbled back, hissing, but she wasn’t done.

A knee to the stomach, an elbow to the jaw, and then—her leg hooked behind his, sweeping him off balance. He hit the ground hard, his breath leaving in a sharp gasp.

She knelt beside him, pressing his own blade against his throat.

“Told you,” she murmured, breath steady despite the adrenaline. “Your ass? Kicked.”

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Just as she secured the target, Peter finally arrived—his black coat stained with enemy blood, his breathing only slightly labored.

He took one look at the bodies littering the room, then at her, a slow smirk curling at the edges of his lips.

“Remind me,” he said, “why was I the one fighting the small army while you got the fun job?”

She wiped the blood from her knuckles, shrugging. “Maybe next time, keep up.”

He huffed a laugh, eyes lingering on her—longer than necessary.

Yeah. He was definitely looking at her differently now.

Maybe it was the way she fought. Maybe it was the way she looked under the dim, flickering lights, her dreadlocks wild around her face, her eyes sharp and unshaken.

Either way, she didn’t mind.

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Not one bit.

"I'm so tired..." Peter just nod. "Come I cook something for us" you beam with joy and quickly run to him.

The End~

(I get some help for the fighting scene 😉)

[ivyines]

New Killer Peter fic I wrote... I'm obsessed (send help)

[vovoloyo]

why the fawk is no one writing about thaddeus from killer peter.

[lexxiie]

s/o making dolls that looks just like the apostles?? (Your choosing)

When You Make Them A Doll

Fandom: Killer Peter Featuring: Nathaniel, John, Thaddeus.

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.

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.

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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