#killer peter thaddeus

[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.

—

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.

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[amphitriteswife]

Hi! If you are accepting requests right now can you please write dating headcanons for Peter, Nathaniel, Thaddeus and Alipede from killer peter? Thank you ❤️

Killer Peter Dating Headcanons

Sorry anon, i don’t write for peter or Nathaniel just yet!

🐉 congratulations! You now obtained a silly boyfriend who’s also a skilled martial artists and kills ppl. But he’s not evil and just wants to protect what is dear to him!

🐉 He would convince you not to visit him in his hometown. Not because he doesn’t want you there but because he is certain the rest of the people who do not approve of hom being the head there would try to target you instead of him. He can’t put you at risk for anger that is targeted at him, so he would meet you in other towns/ places. Just not his home town.

🐉 Thaddeus is overall very affectionate. Lots and i mean LOTS of hugging. He sees you as more than just his partner okay? You’re going to be his bff! His family! He loves you more than he can describe! A feeling he hasn’t felt before! So please bare with him while he figures it out. He’ll also hold your hand a lot and talk to you like 24/7. He’s a yapper okay😼

🐉 sometimes Thaddeus can come over as childish. But that’s because he trust you. He’s playful and yes he’s like that with everyone, but just because he’s playful doesn’t mean he can’t be serious. He just prefers to live his life happier and sillier. To him he doesn’t mind if you are/aren’t silly or childish. He’ll like you either way! You’re set with him now since he’s ur boyfriend so he can handle it!

🐉 lots of cuddles. I feel like he would be very clingy as a boyfriend imo. Even cuddling you in his sleepZ he would either have your head on his chest, his head on your chest, spooning you, or he’s laying on you with his full weight. He’s always touching you even if it’s just with his pinky

🐉 i feel like Thaddeus would like out going dates a lot! He’s very extroverted and easy to get along with so he’ll be fine either way even if you don’t want to go outside. But a date of his pick is deff outside. Fair dates, shopping dates, beach dates. You get the idea. He would win you prizes, feed you candy and tanghulu. He’ll buy you ice cream at the beach! Oh you want to stay inside? Even more ice cream!

🐉 actually wears matching clothes with you. You know those Chinese street wear videos? Yeah he LOVES those. It truly depends on his mood to he honest, sometimes he’s SUPER overdressed. But most of the time he’s pretty casual. He’ll give you his clothes of you ask. He doesn’t mind if you wear them too. You can take the earrings and chains too if you want. Sharing is caring after all!

🐉 He’ll be a little secretive about his occupation but that’s because he wants to keep you save. He doesn’t enjoy it…but it brings in money so…..yeah. There is a high chance he might quit if you two are getting pretty serious and he’ll do something else! He doesn’t want you around thay stuff

🐇 I think we all saw that Alipede was insecure during the fight with Peter. Hell Peter himself even said it out loud. So what does this mean? Alipede is INSECURE as hell in your relationship. 200%

🐇 i feel like you’d need to get along with his bunnies. Or at least tolerate them. Alipede has a strong emotional bonds with them since he sees himself im the bunnies. The red eyes and white hair ofcourse. So he wants you to also acknowledge that he has an emotional connection to the bunnies. That’s why he wants you to get along with them. If you’re scared, he’ll have no problem by teaching you how to not be scared or helping you overcome your fears.

🐇 Soft Tsundere boyfriend. Quite jealous too. It’s not the possessive jealous though. It’s the insecure jealous. So he needs you to convince him that you do want him and not anyone else okay? He’ll also feel embarrassed for actually feeling that way and sulk a bit about it.

🐇 don’t make fun of his blindness. He doesn’t take kindly to that. Not at all. He’ll be very hurt because of it too. It’s a NO. For him. You are allowed to compare them for something. He doesn’t mind you commenting on him being Albino. But he doesn’t take kindly to insults. So watch out.

🐇 when it comes to Alipede trying to court you: he WILL try to use his huzz. Yes he tries to be charming. Remember when he was disguised as someone else and flirted with Ahn Jiwon (the blind lady)? Yes he will try to do it with you too. And no he doesn’t feel any shame about it too. The moment he has his eyes on you, he’s not letting go easily.

🐇 actually prefers low-key dates. So at home, chilling. Maybe even a bit romantic. But still just you and him. He prefers for the focus to be on the two of you and getting to know one another very well. Perhaps even deep conversations or certain stances on different subjects.

🐇 doesn’t mind you knowing about his occupation, if it’s a No for you he’ll understand and move along. Just don’t tell anyone about it. You might not actually survive that. If you have the same occupation as him he’s actually going for a rival like relationship! He thinks it’ll add more spice to the relationship too!

[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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[peacetingyawaka]

the scream i scrumpt

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

[daiseukiis]

THE ONLY THING ON MY MIND IS THIS MAN BECAUSE HELLO ⁉️⁉️

[flaresemily]

Hi it's me again if you're wondering the Killer Peter x reader I requested is romantic but Peter is protective and a bit possessive of reader since she relates to him and treats him like a normal human being. Plus Peter knows reader was kept in capsule for like a along time and she is a teen thats like him so he finds comfort in knowing he's not alone.😅

Not Alone Anymore

Peter x Female reader

Peter had never met anyone like her before.

She wasn’t just another agent sent by The Glory—no, she was like him.

Frozen in time. Trapped in a body that never got the chance to grow naturally. She understood the dissonance he felt, the frustration of being treated like a kid when, in reality, he had lived long enough to be so much more.

And unlike everyone else, she never looked at him like a monster.

Which was exactly why he refused to lose her.

Mission Gone Wrong

It was supposed to be an easy infiltration. Get in, kill the target, get out.

But things spiraled fast.

Peter had been forced to take on the army of minions swarming the compound, while she—his only partner—was separated from him and left to deal with the main target alone.

The thought made his blood run cold.

He had seen her fight before—she was fast, strong, and almost at A-rank. But that didn’t mean she was invincible. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to let her die alone.

Slashing through the last of the foot soldiers, he took off in a sprint, heart hammering against his ribs.

He had to get to her.

The moment he burst into the main chamber, his breath caught.

She was winning.

Her body moved like a shadow, weaving through the fight with terrifying precision. Every strike was calculated, every movement controlled.

Her dreadlocks whipped around her face as she dodged the target’s attacks, her eyes gleaming with unshaken focus. Blood dripped from her knuckles, from a shallow cut on her cheek, but she didn’t even flinch.

Peter had never seen anyone so stunning.

A surge of something hot and possessive coiled in his chest. He didn’t just admire her—he wanted to protect her.

She deserved that much after being locked away for so long.

The second the enemy made a mistake—a misstep, a flicker of hesitation—she took him down. A brutal, efficient takedown. A clear victory.

Peter exhaled, something like pride swelling in his chest.

"You should see yourself right now," he murmured as he approached. "Kinda terrifying, but in a really, really hot way."

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“That and how I almost had a heart attack when we got separated.”

She frowned, eyes flickering with concern. “I knew you’d be fine.”

"Yeah, but what if you weren’t?" His jaw tightened. "Next time, we stay together. No arguments."

She tilted her head, watching him carefully. "Peter… I can take care of myself."

"I know," he admitted. Then, softer, "I just don’t want to lose you."

Her expression softened. "You're not alone anymore."

His breath hitched.

She meant it. And that scared him more than anything. Because if she stayed, if she really became his person… that meant she could also be taken away.

He stepped closer, reaching out hesitantly. When she didn’t pull away, he let his fingers brush against hers, a silent promise.

“I’ll make sure of that,” he whispered.

No matter what it took.

Later That Night

Back at their hideout, Peter sat next to her, watching as she absentmindedly traced patterns on the table. The quiet between them was comfortable. Safe.

Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "Why are you so protective of me?"

Peter hesitated, debating how much to say. Then, with a sigh, he answered, "Because you're like me. And I don’t want you to end up alone like I did."

She looked at him—really looked at him.

Then, without warning, she leaned her head against his shoulder.

Peter tensed at first, unprepared for the warmth of her touch. But then… he relaxed.

Maybe, for the first time in forever, he wasn’t alone after all.

What do you think?

[g0dlezs]

guys look at my mans all happy in ch 93 what a little chipmunk

[ivyines]

The way I’m obsessed over these two

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[suspiciousspecimen]

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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.

MASTERLIST

[qyuubu]

dis bitch always snacking to bulk his fat ass i’m sick of him

[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 😋❤️

[amphitriteswife]

You also read Killer Peter 😁😁 yeahhh. Who is your favourite character?

OKAY SO I KNOW I WOULD GET HATED ON BUTTTT

HE’S CRAZY BUT I LOVE THAT ABOUT HIS CHARACTER

Honorable mention: thaddeus and Judas😭

[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus × reader

Note: decided to give my baby sum hype💋🙈

Cw: slightly nsfw, intrusion

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A feather caress

You were lying in bed, relaxing after a stressful day.

You closed your eyes as you took deep breaths, trying to clear your mind.The moonlight was illuminating your room.

Suddenly the windows in your room opened violently and there he was.... Standing nonchalantly against the wall.

-: Wha-What the hell?!How did you get in?!

You say sitting up, gripping the covers tightly.

Thaddeus grinned mischievously as he walked over to your bed.

-: Don't worry about that, I have my ways, little one

Sitting on the edge of your bed,he reaches to caress your cheek.

He leaned in closer, slowly pushing you down onto your back.

His voice dropping to a low whisper...as if he was sharing a secret,...a dangerous one.

:-You know.... you're always on my mind

Your heart raced as his fingers traced your features softly...He trails a finger down your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine.

Thaddeus chuckles darkly, admiring how you react to his touch.

:- I could do so much more to you,

he whispers seductively, his voice dripping with promise.

His touch felt like a sweet slow torture.

He leaned closer,you could feel his hot breath against you...he brushed his lips against yours slowly...you closed your eyes,giving in to the desire.

His lips felt like a feather caress

-: not yet,- he whispered.

And just like that he disappeared...

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[peacetingyawaka]

OG Thaddeus has mad strong genes

[daiseukiis]

POOR SECRETARY

ahn aera is glory’s raphael’s secretary, though she wants nothing more than peace which she could never get from her demanding job

“you want me to stop them?” aera’s eyes watches as thaddeus and john fight. this was to much of a normal sight for her to even not react— it was a daily occurrence between the two apostles even. she glances to her boss who seems to just wave it off, “they’re big boys, they know when to stop playing around.”

but aera was tired of watching this farce. with a frown she sighs, eyes looking back at the two apostles. “thaddeus.” just as the red head was about to land a kick on to john’s body, he freezes at her voice. he knew that demanding voice of hers wanted something from him.

“listen to your bitch.” john scoffs glaring right at aera who stopped their fight. she was not too keen on his words, a middle finger being thrown at his direction. “fuck off loser, you’re the one that didn’t complete a mission.” referring to the one just now about the attempted assasination of chairman choi.

“i’ll kill you.” eyes narrowing at aera’s direction he glares, she knew jack shit about what happening in there and she was talking? he could almost laugh at her hypocrisy.

“i’m going to punch him.” her vein at this point was popping out at how annoyed she got at john, eye even twitching. the white haired man scoffs right back at the black haired secretary, mocking her. “let’s see you try.”

“play nice, aera.” raphael coos at his secretary, almost warning her of her actions. the smirk is evident that he was enjoying this show of whatever they were putting on, sipping on his wine.

“please let me hit him.” aera lifts up her arm in a form of a punch as she walks slowly towards john. a chuckle releases from thaddues’ lips as he grabs her fist in attempts to calm her down, “relax, qinqin.”

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