#killer badro

[qyuubu]

Can I request a Jude(Thadeus) x reader where the reader is often stone faced around him but is more chill with others so he thinks the reader hates him. But one time she gets drunk and bites his face and says "it's unfair that you look like a cute chipmunk when you eat" so basically the reason the reader is cold to him is because she thinks he's really adorable and didn't want him to know.

“Here, try some tanghulu.” Thaddeus holds the skewer out like it matters far more than it should. “I know strawberry’s the popular one, but this is the original. I grew up with this. Hawthorn berries. The sugar’s thinner, so it cracks instead of shattering and you actually taste the fruit and-”

He is talking too much. He knows it the moment he notices your face.

You are staring at him, not unkindly, but distantly, like your attention has slipped somewhere he cannot follow.

His words trail off.

“Oh. Uh.” He swallows. “Just… try a little.”

He lifts the skewer closer, hesitates, then gently nudges it toward your lips. You blink, startled, and for a moment he thinks you might refuse. Instead, you take it from him and bite down. The sugar breaks with a sharp, clean crack.

He waits.

“So,” he asks, voice pitched carefully light. “What do you think?”

You finish chewing before answering. “Oh. Yeah. It’s fine.”

Fine.

The word lands heavier than any ambush.

Thaddeus smiles anyway, the practiced kind that comes easily after years of surviving rooms that wanted him dead. “Well, you can have more later,” he says. “I made grapes too. Oranges. I’ll just finish them up.”

He leaves before the silence can stretch any further.

In the kitchen, he leans his palms against the counter and exhales. He does not let himself sulk for long. He never has. Kowloon taught him that dwelling is dangerous, that weakness invites ruin. He did not become what he is because of cruelty or darkness, but because he learned how to stand back up when everything worth loving was taken from him.

Still, this hurts in a way fists never did.

He had faced death without flinching. He had lost parents, mentors, an entire city that once called him its own. None of that prepared him for the quiet terror of wanting someone’s approval and feeling it slip through his fingers.

Maybe grapes will help. People like grapes. Grapes are safe.

He straightens, forces energy back into his movements, talks to himself as he works. “All right. Round two. Different texture. Different sweetness. We adapt.”

He straightens immediately, clapping his hands together as if morale itself might be summoned by noise alone.

He returns carrying the plate, already rehearsing a joke he hopes might make you smile.

And then he hears it.

Your laughter.

It stops him cold.

Apostle Simon is mid-joke, grinning shamelessly. “So I told him, if you’re going to lose an arm, at least make sure it’s not the one you use to clap.”

It is objectively awful.

You laugh anyway. Openly. Brightly. The sound lifts something in the room that Thaddeus did not realize had been missing.

Something inside him caves in.

He stands there too long, watching. His chest tightens, his thoughts turning sharp and ugly before he can stop them.

So that’s it. That’s what it takes.

Older. One-armed. Rough around the edges in a way that does not try so hard.

It hurts to think of you this way. He hates himself for it.

‘So… she just hates me,’ he thinks, quietly, unfairly, because it hurts less to assume rejection than to hope for something else.

He steps forward anyway. He always does.

“Hey,” he says, cheerful by sheer force of will. “I made more tanghulu. You can have some too, Apostle Simon.”

Simon beams. “Don’t mind if I do, dear nephew.” He bites into a grape and promptly forgets the rest of the world.

Thaddeus notices what Simon does not.

Your smile fades the second you see him. Your shoulders pull in. Your eyes drop, as if you have been caught doing something wrong.

Oh.

Understanding flickers, then dims under self doubt.

Right. Let me down easy, will you?

He laughs quietly to himself, the sound hollow. He does not need devotion. He does not even need requited romance. He would settle for a glance that lingers, for conversation that does not feel like an obligation for once.

Just… let me exist to you.

He does not see Simon pull out the bottle.

“Clearance,” Simon announces proudly. “Do not tell Peter.”

Drinking happens faster than Thaddeus expects.

He handles it fine. He always does.

You do not.

Your words soften, then tangle. At some point you drift closer to him, staring far too intently at his face like you are trying to solve a puzzle.

“It’s unfair,” you mutter.

“Uh,” he says carefully. “What is?”

Before he can react, you lean in and bite his cheek.

Not hard. Confused. Almost fond.

“Ow,” he says, more startled than hurt.

You pull back, mortified. “You look like a cute chipmunk when you eat,” you mumble. “I hate it.”

He blinks.

“Hate… it?”

Your face heats instantly. You turn away, voice small now. “Because if you knew I thought that, you’d never shut up about it.”

Something in him stills.

All the distance. The flat replies. The way you never quite met his eyes.

You were not indifferent.

You were hiding.

The realization hits harder than any blow he has ever taken. Warmth spreads through his chest, fragile and terrifying. He laughs, soft and breathless, like someone who has just realized he might not be alone after all.

For the first time that night, his smile is real.

[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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[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

[underthebodhi]

[someoneyoudontknow-12]

Here is little redraw of my latest obsession 😍

[anjeliquesworld]

Lovely Morning Serie:

Peter x Reader

Note: Forgive me for despairing🙏

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The soft light filtered through the curtains.

A rough hand caressed your cheek. You instinctively leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of this familiar touch as your body recognized it without question.

You stirred, blinking sleep from your eyes. You looked up and found that gaze you loved so much.

He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Hi..." he whispered, low and tender, brushing a lock of hair from your face. "I didn’t mean to wake you up."

You glanced over at the clock, raising your eyebrows as you realized it was only 5 a.m.

Your eyes drifted back to Peter. Despite the early hour, you knew he had probably been awake all night again—lost in his work, as always. But in that moment, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for his presence.

There are times when you don’t see him for days—sometimes even months—due to his missions. It’s during those times that you truly understand how dangerous his job is. The anxiety eats you up every single time; the helplessness of not having news from him forms a knot in your stomach. The fear becomes unbearable because you never know if he’ll make it back to you.

Lost in your thoughts, you stare at him, your heart heavy and the tears threatening to fall. But with all your strength, you hold them back. Yet to Peter, you are like an open book. His words, full of sweetness, strike you like a soft breeze: "I missed you too." His confession makes your heart race.

You hug him, abruptly falling on top of him, clinging to him like a koala, enveloped in his scent. You don’t care if you look ridiculous—you just want to be as close as possible.

Because you were starving for him.

You slip a hand under his t-shirt, feeling his firm torso beneath your fingers.

You bite your lip, resting your hands on his chest, contemplating whether to speak your mind or not.

"Why so shy all of a sudden?" His smirk tells you that he already knows what you want.

"Say it, darling." He brings your hand to his lips, leaving a warm kiss.

You look away. "I want to feel you."

Without waiting any longer, Peter takes off his shirt.

Slowly, you rest your cheek against him, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply—there it is: his scent, his heartbeat, the steady rhythm that somehow calms everything inside you.

You lift your head and look at him, pressing a kiss to his chest—gentle, slow. Then another. And another. Not rushed. Not needy. Not sexual. Just... full of all the things you don’t know how to say out loud.

A mix of emotions washes over you: joy, nostalgia, sadness.

You can't stop kissing him, touching him, feeling his skin as he lets you do whatever.

With a hand resting slightly on your waist, he exhales—like he's holding back.

You feel like if you keep kissing him, he won’t vanish. It reminds you he’s real, that he’s here with you.

All of a sudden, Peter throws you onto your back.

"Now it's my turn, love."

His head disappears beneath your sleeping gown, kissing your stomach, caressing your thighs.

Leaving a wet kiss below your belly button, he murmurs, "I missed you."

Your head spins, overwhelmed. All that time apart had left you aching for his touch.

Just the feeling of his rough palms on your legs has you already panting.

"I missed you," he repeats, his hand sliding along your waist, his nose tracing a path down your thighs.

Wrapped in each other, with whispered I missed you’s and trembling hands, you made love — not rushed, not wild, just deep and endless...

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[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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[lexxiie]

helloooo!! Hope ur doing great!

Can I please request Nathaniel w a pregnant s/o and starting a family w him, his info says he loves kids and I just NEED to see fluff of him with his kid and his s/o 😞😞 can be hcs or a scenario! Hes a family guy for SURE

Omg anon I swear this are my favourite kind of requests, and yes. Nathaniel IS a family guy!!!! I already did a pregnant edition post here.

THEM AS FATHERS

NATHANIEL

When you first started dating this guy, he made very clear that he wanted to have children without even saying it, and as you kept getting to know him, you realized that it was his destiny to be a father. You could see it in the way he treats his patients, in the way he stares at fathers with their kids in public, in how easy it is for him to get along with your friend's children and how much they love him, so your son is the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Your husband gets at least one day off every week. other than that, it's hard to see him much during the week. Still, he makes sure to spend as much quality time with your four year old as he can on those free days. his family means everything to him.

As you get home from the grocery store, you can hear little giggles coming from the dining room. You leave the groceries at the kitchen before discreetly following the noise. As you get closer, you can finally understand what they're saying. "See those little dots on it's side? That's where the wings will form later on" the doctor explains to the wide eyed child observing a caterpillar though one of his dad's microscopes. When your son notices your presence, he gets even more excited, now he'll be able to tell you what he's learnt. "Mommy! I found a worm outside and daddy let me keep it!" Your son was interrupted by his dad clarifying that it wasn't a worm, but the child laughed it off.

The doctor stood up to greet you with a tender kiss before explaining the situation to you. "He was very excited when he saw the little guy while playing outside. He says he wants to keep it until it becomes a butterfly." He whispered in your ear. "But will we be able to keep it alive until then?" you asked, worried for your son's feelings in case his friend were to die. "I think I can manage." The apostle assured you with the kind of cocky smile that makes you roll your eyes.

He headed back to his son and offered him to go shopping for everything they'll need to take care of the insect. Your baby jumps right at his arms, ready to go, but Nathaniel takes the opportunity to turn the little child upside down, which he loves. Suddenly you have two children at home laughing uncontrollably while one of them swings the other one in circles. Yeah... It was definitely his destiny to become a father, and you couldn't be happier that you get to witness it. Next thing you know, he's telling you that he wants a daughter now.

THADDEUS

One of the main reasons you fell in love with him in the first place was that you could see him as the father of your children in the future, and a great father at that. Thank god, you were absolutely right about that.

The amount of crying you witnessed when your daughter was born could only be described as impressive, and not only the day she was born, but many days after... Probably her whole first month of life. He has expressed to you on multiple occasions that he feels incredibly grateful and accomplished for having a family with you, he just can't believe how lucky he is.

You wake up form your nap rather abruptly, your cats is making the most dramatic sounds, as if it was being attacked. You rush to your daughter's room which was where the noise was coming from, only to catch Thaddeus and your toddler infraganti while terrorizing the poor cat. They both freeze when they see you, The "adult" holding your cat as your daughter paints it's claws... or rather it's paws. After the initial shock wears off, they let go of the cat quickly, as it runs to your arms. "We wanted to make him pretty, mommy!" Your daughter yells excitedly, but all you do is giving your husband a death stare while he smiles nervously. "It is a spa day" he tries to explain, but you aren't having it. You look around the room, inspecting the mess they've made and their dirty clothes. They sure had a lot of fun while you were asleep. "Give her a bath and change her clothes" You order him, visibly upset, but he haaaates it when you get angry at him.

The killer jumps up and follows you though the hallway, attempting to hug you before you push him away. "You have to change your clothes as well!" You remind him, but he doesn't care and hugs you anyway, covering your furious face in kisses. You beg him to stop but he informs you that he won't until you forgive him.

You must admit that it does feel like you have two children sometimes, but you wouldn´t want it any other day.

JUDAS

He never expressed wanting children, and you never saw him interacting with any, so when you found out you were pregnant, you couldn't help but freak out. Would he stay? Would he hate this? Would he be a good father?"

All of these questions you made yourself back then make you feel guilty now, because of course he stayed, of course he didn't hate this and of course he is a good father, he is the best father because he loves you, and you can't believe you ever doubted that.

You peek through the window to watch your husband and son playing baseball outside. Your 6 year old recently got into a baseball team at school, and he's asked his dad to help him practice ever since. The apostle is really good at it, too. Then again, he's really good at everything he does. They both have had a lot of fun with this for the last couple of weeks and it seems like your son might have inherited his father's talent. he learns everything very fast... Or maybe his dad is a really good teacher. I guess you'll see with time.

Judas has been the best father ever so far... he did admit to you while you were at the hospital with your new born that he never wished for children, but that he felt incredibly glad that life didn't listen to him and gave him a baby regardless. You know he can't imagine his life without his son, and he has expressed to you that he'd like to have more kids whenever you feel ready. He'll never get tired of telling you how much he loves you and thanks you for giving him a reason to wake up every day... Well, two reasons.

JOHN | ALIPEDE

Never wished for children, never gave them too much thought, but always made it clear to you that he felt like he didn't have that thing that others have when it comes to kids... That spark that makes children want to be around him, however, you felt the complete opposite.

Sure, he is grumpy and a little mean, but under all of that whining, there's a very noble heart. When you tell him you are expecting a baby, you don't let his freak out affect you, because even if he doesn't believe in himself, you do.

And like always, you were right. The moment john met his daughter 5 years ago, a switch turned inside of him, and ever since, he's been a great father. Turns out, he does have that sparkle in him. In many ways, he has a child-like soul.

When your daughter was born, the killer decided he wanted to have a more peaceful life. he left his violent activities behind and took you and your child to a farm for safety reasons. Who would suspect a farmer? He's terrified of someone hurting his family.

As you finish your second cup of coffee of the day, you head outside to watch the green of spring for a little while, but your husband and child soon catch you eye as you spot them near the rabbit enclosure. As you get closer, you realize what's going on. Both seemed to have fed the rabbits a little while ago, but apparently changed activities rather quickly. You realized this as you watched John picking flowers and saving them in his daughter's basket. "We're making flower crowns, mommy! Would you like one?" your daughter kindly offered, and you said yes. John smiled at you, pointing at the flower crown over his head, pretending to be annoyed by the child, but you both knew that he secretly enjoyed this stuff. The man forced you to help on the mission, though it was just an excuse to spend the evening with you as well. "Sir, you look very handsome" The little girl pointed out with the attitude of a fashion critic. "Thank you miss, you look beautiful as well." her father replied, unable to hide a chuckle.

He looked at you a bit embarrassed, but you jumped at him to give him a kiss. "Ew!" The child complained. How lucky you were to have this life.

PETER

He has this latent feeling of guilt that follows him ever since the world gave him the opportunity to be a father and he ruined it. There isn't one day that goes by where he doesn't think about it. So, when you tell him that you're having a baby... He doesn't know how to feel. He knows that he won't make the same mistake twice and won't let the chance of being a good dad go, but at the same time, knowing that he failed Hanna holds him back from being as excited as he should be.

When he holds his daughter for the first time, he understands that it is no good to be stuck in the past, the only way he can make things up is by doing things right this time. And he does. For the past 4 years he has dedicated his whole life to you and his baby. He loves his daughter in a way he could've never expected and his daughter loves him just as much.

"It's ready!" Your little one yells at you from the kitchen. She and her dad have been preparing a cookie party all morning. When you get there, the kitchen's small table is decorated beautifully by your daughter's pink toy tableware. A tower of the cutest cookies at the center of the table... Although they smell a bit burnt. Peter isn't a great cook. Your daughter serves you a cup of hot chocolate and you tank her. Peter approaches you to kiss you briefly, "Pretend it is delicious, she poured salt instead of sugar in the chocolate." the man whispers carefully.

You spent the rest of the day happily with your family. These little moments are the best of your life... Maybe today is a good day to break the news to peter about your new pregnancy.