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!
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.
This man has like NOTHING written about him, which is a shame because I LOVE him. So I guess I'll just have to do it myself </3
Oh man he’s such a cutie batootie
He's so awkward about everything relationship wise
Bad kisser. I’m sorry. He has absolutely no experience with that kind of thing so you have to take the lead and teach him how to do most relationship things
Can’t really take you out anywhere cause y'know, the wasteland (this only becomes worse after he starts turning into a ghoul)
He’s so nervous around you and definitely still stutters sometimes when he's talking to you
Can’t believe that he pulled anyone, let alone you
Will share pretty much anything with you
Food, drinks, caps, beds, shit even clothes are all split 50/50
If you’re around when he was running that little cap business thing with the kids, he LOVED it
Loved watching you interact with and help the kids
Definitely caused him to have thoughts about having kids with you
He knew that not only was it not possible physically, but neither of you would be able to take care of any kids of your own cause the wasteland fucking sucks
But it didn’t stop him from fantasising about it
Talks about you to anyone who will listen. Maximus knows more about you than he’d like
Tries to remember all the little things about you; favourite foods and drinks, what part of the wasteland you’re from, plans for the future, even little things like what side of the bed you prefer to sleep on
Keeps them in a little journal that he keeps on his person at all times
It also has little sketches of you. They aren’t very good but the effort is there
He’d DIE if you ever found it
Pretty clingy but more out of a fear of you leaving
Almost always has a hand on you or is touching you in some kind of way
And if he's not touching you, you’re in his eyesight and within arms reach
“I’ll protect you” then gets scared over a radroach
Unless you met in the brotherhood, he tries to keep you away from it as much as possible
Not only to keep himself safe, but he knows how fucked up they can be sometimes and would hate for anything to happen to you (no hate to the brother hood tho, I love them)
Tells you he loves you so often
Leaving to go to a nearby town to pick up supplies? I love you
Going to bed? I love you
Handing him something? I love you
Sneezing? Bless you, I love you
LITTLE SPOON 100%
Anyone who disagrees is wrong and I do not take criticism
Loves being babied a little bit
Also loves compliments
If you hit him with a little “wow, you’re so strong” after he’s picked something up he’ll melt into the floor
Validation and praise is his weakness
CRAVES it like a thirsty man craves water
He loves you sososososoosososo much and will never let you forget it
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.
--
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.
❝well, fuck me sideways,❞ fighting against Thaddeus and having him right where you want him!
dokjvs’ brief note: MYMANNNNNN
Thaddeus had been sent over to find Peter, but he stumbled upon a far more interesting opponent. you, just your regular D-rank killer to the eye but oh there was far more to you than the eye could tell.
surprisingly, you had managed to steer yourself clear of any opponents. when half of the other killers had been wiped out, you and a few others remained.
“I want you to fight me, yeah?” is what Thaddeus had proposed after seeing you fight honourably and in quite a suspiciously spectacular way indeed. “if you manage to even lay a finger on me, i’ll give you my card.”
the cards weren’t what interested him, rather, it was his thirst for action, to figure out just what it was about you, a mere D-rank that made you so strong. you, picked his interest.
as if on cue, you accepted his challenge, getting into position and analyzing him. Thaddeus couldn’t help but feel all giddy and excited, he was this close to figuring out what made you tick, what made you so strong.
Now, he wasn’t a sicko, he actually preferred to think of himself as your friendly neighbourhood guy! but something about you.. just made him feel all, hot and bothered. surprisingly hot. this was actually the first time he’s ever felt something like this, was this all apart of your plan?
“hm, what’s this? like what you see?” he teased, noticing your gaze rake over his body longer than you probably intended.
you wielded your small knife with efficiency, your position one of defence. “not going straight for the attack, huh? sure, i’ll indulge ya.” he mused before heading straight to you, his legs easily propelling him straight towards you.
‘oh, what’s this?’ he wondered, noticing how you eyes tracked each of his movements without fail, seeking for a blind spot all while dodging his kicks. oh, you just kept on surprising him! made him wanna keep you by his side ‘nd protect you for what glory had in mind for the D-rank killers. just for fun, of course.
“well, fuck me sideways,” he breathed, realizing you had him right where you wanted him. you knife pressed against his neck, right above one of his vital points. my goodness, his heart was racing. his hand reached up to wrap around your wrist, keeping a safe distance between the knife and his skin. “ooh, so close, yet—so damn far. c’mon, one more time, yeah?” he coaxed, leaning in closer as a devious smirk curled onto his lips.
oh, Thaddeus could be quite the distraction when he wanted to be.
Working on some more Thaddeus headcanons because he's been a really hot ticket in the ask box since season two premiered, and literally all I can think about right now is how much I think he'd enjoy a "selfish" partner when it comes to sex.
Everything about the little dude screams "I have never had intimate contact with another human being and I will cry if I think I'm doing it wrong". He also doesn't seem the type to be super into self-exploration, so it's easy to imagine he's not very knowledgeable about what he likes, either. Sure, he has things he fantasizes about sometimes, but it's a much different matter when you have a real, eager person trying to give you what you want. It's more than a bit intimidating to him.
At first, he's mostly just looking for you to do some leading, to take his hand and show him where the two of you are headed. However, he finds himself really, really turned on if you're bossy about it, very explicit in your instructions. He doesn't know what he wants, and he certainly doesn't know what you want, so you giving him clear orders is fantastic in his eyes.
You want him to give you head for an hour straight? Just say the word. What position do you want him in? Describe it and he's already there, although he might be little red in the face. He lives to serve and make you cum. The ego boost it gives him makes him feel far better about himself than he usually does. He definitely has the makings of a free use kink with him on the "use" end. It would really tickle him to have someone be into him enough that they just decide they need him whenever, wherever. He's still learning, but he's an eager student.
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.
—
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.
—
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.
Disclaimers: fem reader! She/her. Pretending to be a man. Non descriptive appearance aside from being called smaller then the bigger men and nicknamed runt and having her hair cut off short horribly so by max. Big brother Maximus! X reader! Thaddeus x reader! (Romantic/lovers) Slightly off script from the show. Slightly inaccurate (I’m just having fun guys)
Warmings: slow burn! strong Language! Violence! Mentions of death, mild gore i suppose. Nudity! Dry humping. Coming Prematurely. Inexperienced Thaddeus and reader. Penetration! Coming inside reader I guess? And uh…it’s horrible and short smut?
Summary: found as orphans by the Brotherhood, Maximus refused to be separated from you or let you be hurt so he disguised you as a boy to keep you by his side safe. Now the both of you find yourselves trying to survive the wasteland, separated and on your own journeys…
The room is quiet, boiling sun bleeding through the windows as you sit on the edge of the cot. Your eyes tiredly gazing at the floor, nose busted as your brother paced the floor lecturing you.
“I’ve told you! I’ve told you a million times not to do that, don’t put yourself between me and them!” He hits his chest then gestured towards the closed door as he looks away from you with a scowl.
“They were beating the shit out of you, Max…i couldn’t just stand there and let them do that!” You argue, looking up at him with a glare, annoyed by this whole conversation.
He glares back, harder than before as he crouches down to your level. You’ve never seen him this angry, especially at you and it has your attitude ebbing away.
“And now you have a busted nose and black eye because you didn’t listen to me…I can handle myself with these men. You can’t…” He stands and shakes his head, your reckless streak has been pissing him off.
And you stand as he dares say you can’t handle yourself, you damn well could and you both knew it. “I can handle myself…i don’t need you constantly hovering over me trying to protect me!” You yell at him, tired of being treated like a helpless fragile creature.
You knew how to fight, you knew when to run from one if you’re sure you can’t win. You are an aspirant, part of the brotherhood of steel and you had enough of how some of those guys treat your big brother out of their own jealousy. So of course you’ll fight for him, he would do the same for you.
But Maximus crowds your space, coming chest to chest with you and he knew from the way you step back that your scared and it proves his point…
“You’d be dead if it wasn’t for me, you’re gonna start a fight with the wrong guy and get beat to death, and they will beat you to death” He spoke lowly and you look away as he grabs your shoulders.
“I’m not hovering to make your life miserable, I’m trying to keep you safe because you’re all I have….” Those words made something twist in your chest, your eyes meeting his again and you sigh…
“I know, Max…I just…if you’re always protecting me, who’s gonna protect you?…” You ask those words in a quiet voice, hating that he was always thinking about others rather than himself.
He smiles slowly and pats your cheek, holding it as he shakes his head at your words. You were just like him, he could see you’d always worry about him no matter what. “I can protect myself…” He says and kisses your forehead.
You scoff and push him away as he starts going about his day. “Is that why you let those guys beat you up?” You retort and he rolls his eyes as he laces his boots.
“Shut up…” He replied before a knock at the door is heard and he gives you a look before standing and going to the door.
You make sure your chest compressor is on, being silent as you sit down, your elbows on your knees. Harnessing masculine treats and mannerisms came easy to you, especially since you grew up having to pretend around mostly men so you and Maximus didn’t get separated. He taught you everything he knew, he butchered your hair off and called you his brother ‘Marcus’ who everyone makes fun of. They call you runt most of the time…
Maximus opens the door and you watch as a squire announces that you are needed.
“Aspirant Marcus, your presence has been requested” you furrow your brows but stand, looking to Maximus who nods once but you can tell he’s nervous for you and you roll your eyes.
“What for? Who wants him?” You shake your head as he asks the questions and the other squire seemed annoyed he even had to be the one to fetch you.
“Elder Cleric Quintus” Maximus looks at you with furrowed brows and you follow the squire out…
The walk is quiet, you do feel nervous as hell. You clear your throat multiple times, trying to make sure your voice is masculine, manly. You know you’ll have to speak…
Once at Elder Cleric Quintus room, the squire opens the door for you and you walk in, seeing the old man sitting in his chair.
“Ah…young Marcus…come in” You hear the squire shut the door behind you as you step into the room, lowering your head.
“Elder Cleric Quintus…” You greet with a deep but wavering voice, eyes meeting his once more. “If this is about the fight between me and a few of the aspirants…I-i can explain—“
“It is about your fight…now sit” You sit immediately and your heart is pounding out of your chest. You swallow thickly, watching Quintus as he eyes you.
You didn’t know what your punishment would be, or if you’d be fighting a much stronger opponent or not. But you are terrified and it must show on your face because he speaks on it.
“Don’t fret…Im impressed with your agility, your courage and bravery to take on five other aspirants twice your size…” You sigh in some relief and nod as you try to relax in the seat.
“May I ask why I’m here then?…” Quintus nods softly and pushes some things around on his desk.
“You have the strength and courage to be a squire…” Your eyes widen at those words, the thought of ranking up to squire is an exciting one.
So you stand and look at Quintus with wide eyes, your nose still busted and eye black. “I’m ranking up to squire?…” You spoke In disbelief and Quintus only nods.
“Clean up…it will be set in stone in two hours…” You smiled at that and left his room, going back to where you knew Maximus was probably pacing with worry.
You burst through the door and shut it behind you with a grin. “Max! I’m gonna be a squire!” You announced happily and the worried man looks at you in disbelief now.
“What?…wait…your ranking to squire?” Maximus practically scoffs and gestured at you. “You! The smallest one of us who hasn’t even hardly been out there!” He points behind him, gesturing towards the wasteland. “Your becoming a squire before me?!” You sighed as your excitement has been stomped out with your brother’s jealousy.
“Thank you for being happy for me, max” your voice drips with sarcasm as you walk over to a bowl of water and start cleaning your face.
He scoffs again and shakes his head. “You’ll die out there! How am i supposed to be happy about this!?” You dry your face and hands off and turn to give him a deadpan look.
“I can take care of myself, max…you’ve taught me how to fight and when to run from a fight I can’t handle…” You try to reassure the man but he sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair.
“This is stupid…” Maximus mumbles and you punch his shoulder. “Ow!” He rubs his arm you punched with surprising force.
“You’re stupid!” You retort and he gives you a glare…
You two had a brawl after that, to which he won a few times till you took some low blows and hit him where the sun doesn’t shine…
It’s been four days since you’ve become a squire, a few other aspirants ranking up as well except your brother which pissed him off even more.
You’re preparing for your very first expedition with your knight, Knight Gerald, a real asshole that’s a bit reckless and it makes Maximus all the more worried. Especially since every squire he’s had is dead…
But knight Gerald would be meeting with another knight and his squire, knight Dorian, a more level headed knight but still an asshole, one that needs help with something, you weren’t told the details about.
“Look, if he’s in a situation where he’s being shot at, beaten up or anything dangerous, anything, do not try to jump in and save him! Even if he’s begging for help. He has power armor, not you—
“Max! Calm down…” You snap, giving him an annoyed look as he rambled to you as if you’re a child and not an adult.
Maximus sighs and you can see the worry and stress eating away at him and you soften your expression and pull your coat on.
“I’ll be fine, you know I’m capable of taking care of myself. I’ll be back before you know it” You say and put a hand on his shoulder as he stares at you unconvinced.
“I’m supposed to always be by your side…I promised I’d always take care of you and i can’t do that when we’re apart…” He spoke and you pull him into a hug he quickly returns, his cheek on your head as he rubs your back.
“Please don’t do anything stupid…” He mumbled and you close your eyes and smiled some at that, pulling back to look up at him.
“I can’t make any promises…” You joke and he rolls his eyes and looks away from you.
“That’s what scares me” He retorts and pinches your nose as you smack his hand away with a scowl.
Then you hear an Aspirant announce it’s time for you to leave and you nod, Maximus following you as you walk towards where your knight stands…
You lug around the big bag of supplies for your knight, meeting Maximus eyes before you get in the transport, watching Maximus before offering a nod as the doors closed and then your in the air, flying over the desert and towards filly…
You felt a sense of excitement and nervousness, you’ve never been away from your brother for long, you were told this expedition would take a week tops. You sigh and watch the passing scene below, your knight in his armor bragging about some past battles he’s had, telling you about women he’s had and you stared at him with furrowed brows at the…odd stories.
Before you know it, your landing in a green wooded area, you follow your knight out of the transport and trudge through mud behind him.
“Knight Dorian should be this way, The fuckheads too stupid to even complete a simple task! Go figure…” Knight Gerald spoke, power armor making his voice deep and distorted as you look around at the trees and such.
Knight Gerald huffs at your silence and keeps talking. “Probably held up somewhere dickin around, jerkin off probably…fuck do you even talk?” You stared at your knight and nod once.
“Yes, knight Gerald, I speak when the conversation is interesting” You say in your fake masculine voice. Not masking how annoyed you are by this dick.
Gerald stops walking and turns to you, making you stop in your tracks as he shoves you to the ground roughly.
You grunt and land on your back, staring up at him wide eyed as he looms over you intimidatingly. “Don’t fuckin talk to me like that, little boy…” He puts his metal foot on your chest and adds pressure, your hands instinctively grabbing to push him away in a pathetic attempt.
“I could end you right now, like every other squire who had the balls to say somethin that fuckin stupid to me” He moves his foot and turns to start walking as you laid there breathing heavily and your heart pounds.
You swallow thickly and grab your bag again and follow him, You know he could kill you easily, but your fear mixes with anger and I knew found hatred for this bastard.
At the top of the hill you finally make it up, you see a makeshift camp, old tin stacks on a tree and a couple of logs as you see knight Dorian and his squire.
But your heart drops as you narrow your eyes on the squire, The same guy who beat your brother up then gave you a black eye when you interfered.
“Thaddeus….” You grumbled as you drop your bag as the two knights engaged in conversation about this mission.
Thaddeus looks at you while he cleans his knights weapon. “Marcus? What are you doing here man?” You scoff at that and shake your head as you look back at the knights who walk a distance off, masks lifted as they spoke.
“I’m a squire…came here to do what you and your knight couldn’t” You retort and cross your arms and he huffs at that.
“Uh, me and my knight is doing just fine! Actually and uh…we only paged for help because there’s a lot of mutant bears down there that did a lotta damage to knight Dorian’s armor and our stuff” He points behind him and then goes back to cleaning his knights weapons.
You roll your eyes but feel somewhat anxious about what he said as you sit beside him. “What’s a mutant bear?…” You ask and he looks up at you, forgetting you’ve been sheltered the most.
“It’s terrifying, I’ll tell ya that much…” He says and looks the weapon over before scrubbing at a spec. “And they’re big…you don’t wanna get close to them” He adds and puts the weapon in his bag similar to yours.
You nod slowly and let out a deep breath, “they sound interesting…” you say sarcastically and look around at the trees again. “When did you get ranked squire?…” you ask and he shrugs as his eyes go back to the knights speaking to one another in hushed tones.
“Uh…a day after you did” he says and you both awkwardly sit there and you dig your boot into the mud before reaching down and playing with it, only ever having seen sand…
The knights had left without your knowledge, it’s only when you hear some noise and look up from the mud in your hand you notice and furrow your brows.
“Uh…Thaddeus?” You ask and he looks up at you then follows your eyes to the now empty place your knights were.
“Oh shit…where’d they go?…” He stands up and you do so as well confused as to where the knights are.
You look around, seeing nothing but trees, hearing rustles of whatever creature lurked in the brush. “Knights?! Knight Gerald!?” You call out and follow Thaddeus who takes off down the little dirt path they had been on. You look around as he puts his hands on his hips.
“Oh…Golly, I think we should wait back at the camp for them” You looked at the path, seeing their footprints left in the mud, then down the hill where brush is tore through.
“No, we gotta look for them, they could need a stimpak or help with something!” You argue and look at Thaddeus who pulls his brows together and shakes his head.
“If they needed us they would be calling for us and I don’t hear anything” Thaddeus points out but the distant yells of the knights and growls of mutant bears is heard.
You glared at him and quickly run to grab your bag before sliding down the hill as Thaddeus watches with wide eyes. “Marcus! You don’t know what you’re doing!” You hear him let out a surprised yelp as he slips and comes sliding down behind you, knocking into your back as you huff and fall face first into the mud.
“Ow! Get off me!” You elbow him and he groans before getting up.
“I’m sorry! It’s not like I did it on purpose, I was trying to get back into camp” You froze, staring at the scene before you.
Thaddeus however is oblivious to the scene and wipes mud off his cheek. “You’re insane for even coming down here, man. The knights have their cool power armor to protect them and what do us squires have uh? Nothin—
“Shush!!” You shush him and put a hand over his mouth and pulled him behind a rotten log, eyes wide and heart pounding as you peek over your shoulder at the mutant bear eating knight Gerald’s face.
You were screwed, Maximus was right about everything and now that he’s back with the brotherhood and far from you, you’d die out here.
“Awwe no…now look what you got us into! You’re just as stupid as your brother” Thaddeus whispers and you shoot him a glare and put your back against the log, squeezing your eyes shut as you think.
Trying to think how the hell you can get out of this situation.
You open your eyes and look back at the mutant bear and then at Thaddeus. “How fast are they?…” you ask and he looks you up and down with a huff.
“I don’t know, i haven’t seen one move” His answer makes you roll your eyes and look around the area your in…down a hill, slicked with mud. You can’t climb back up because of how wet it is out here.
Your screwed.
“You think we can run that way?” You pull your head towards the left, going further down the hill.
Thaddeus looks that way and then chances a look at the beast only for his face to pale. “Uh…Marcus?” You instantly catch on to his horror and look over the log to see the bear mutant gone..
“Shit….where—
Before you can finish, a thunderous roar breaks the silence and you screamed, caught of guard and letting out a rather girly scream but you didn’t dwell on that and take Thaddeus hand and pulled him with you to run further down the hill.
The fall is brutal, the hill too steep to run down so you and Thaddeus tumbled, rolled, and practically rag dolled down the damn thing.
The bear is left at the top, continuing to eat its dead meal while you and Thaddeus laid on the muddy ground battered and sore. You tore your clothes, your jacket gone somewhere up the hill as jagged sticks and old bobbed wired fence tore it off. The back of your white tee shirt tore and now tented with some blood and a lot of mud.
“Ow….” You whined and laid on your back, staring at the sky as Thaddeus groans and sits up. His cheek cut as he rubs at it.
“Is it gone?…” he asks and you sit up, palms digging into the ground as you propped yourself up and look up the hill.
“I think so…I don’t see it…” You fell right back into your masculine voice. Hoping thaddues wouldn’t question your scream.
But as he sits up on his knees and looks at you, his eyes fall down to your chest and widen some, before his brows pulled together at the…well, lumps there.
You look at Thaddeus with confusion before glancing down and seeing that your chest compressor was broke during the fall. Your eyes widen and you look back up at him.
You couldn’t let him know that you’re a woman, he’d rat you out to the brotherhood for praise. You knew how he was, you can feel the panic slowly clawing its way up your chest.
“I-I-I….uh…um…I have tumors….those are tumors…” You say slowly and very unconvincingly, hands raising to cover your breasts. It was the best lie you could think of.
Thaddeus stares at you with confused bewilderment before nodding and looking away. “I uh…didn’t know you had those—tumors! That’s…bad” He slowly gets to his feet and you do the same, his eyes glued to your breasts as you knew he knows…
“Fuck…listen…you can’t tell anyone, Thaddeus, please…” You step closer to him and he nods slowly and finally looks up at your eyes.
“I won’t…” he says slowly and his eyes go back down and you cover them with your hands.
“Hey! Stop doing that!” You yelled and he closed his eyes, shaking his head quickly as he honestly didn’t mean to.
“I’m sorry! It’s just—I’ve never seen em before! Up this close anyway…Y’know?…and your shirts wet and muddy and—
You cut him off with a kick to the shin as he stumbles back and grunts in pain, your face feeling hot beneath all the grime and mud. You look down and see how your shirt truly was clinging to your skin making them more visible.
“Shit….” You mumbled and look at Thaddeus as he leans on a tree. “Look, we need to focus getting out of this area…radio back to the brotherhood and get them to get us and bring us back…” He nods as you explained the plan and he rubs his leg before standing upright.
“Cool, I’ll radio back to them once I find somewhere to do it” He spoke and you nod as you both start walking now, cautiously given the dangers you’re still in. Your body still sore and you follow Thaddeus as he leads the way.
“H-have you been out here before?…” You ask and he nods some as you both walk, getting further out of the woods.
“Yeah…I came from the shit hole, have you?…” He asks back and you scoff at how he throws it back at you and surprisingly not yapping to you.
“No…when I was out here I was way too young to remember it…” You say and he nods as you both come to a settlement of sorts, some rough people lingering outside a supposed saloon of sorts, you ignore the odd glances of people and Thaddeus shrugs his coat off and hands it out to you.
“Your shirts ripped pretty bad…” He points out and you glance down and see the chest tore in the middle, a hole in the side and you can’t climb feel the back is tore out.
You take the coat and put it on and nod at his surprising kind gesture. “Thanks…” You mumble and look around. “Do you have any caps?…” You ask and he nods his head while you both walk up the ragged porch and into the saloon where they offer drinks and a meal…
“Yeah, I have eight I think…” He answered while you both sit at a table in the corner, resting your aching bodies after the tumble down the hill.
You closed your eyes, your left one still bruised from the brawl you got in a week ago…
“I’m sorry…for uh…punching you in the face. It wasn’t personal, i actually meant to punch Maximus but you just jumped in out of nowhere” You open your eyes as Thaddeus spoke and you huff, somewhat amused.
“It’s fine…” you say and close your eyes again as he taps the table gently, awkwardly as he looks you up and down still.
“You’re pretty brave for a woman…not that women aren’t brave because they are! The women in the shit hole were braver than most men! But I’m just saying that a woman like you is brave…” He rambled and you open your eyes with a deep sigh as you sit up.
“Thaddeus…can you shut the hell up please?…” You say and he nods while looking down as he scratches at the back of his neck.
“Yeah…” Then the both of you sit in silence, quiet conversation from most in the saloon is a somewhat comforting sound as you try to relax.
This expedition was off to a horrible start, you felt like you’ve already failed as a squire. Your knight is dead, Thaddeus figured out your a woman…
He pats the table and stands as you open your eyes and look at him once more. “I’m gonna go see if they have a radio we can use…I’ll be back” Before you can say anything he goes to find the owner of this establishment and you sigh. Not liking the looks some people give you.
You wished Maximus was here, you felt exposed, less confident than you previously had been. You can survive on your own, you knew that but it felt like you couldn’t…
You see a group of rough guys looking at you and your brows furrow, you look away and try searching for Thaddues who was talking to the owner, smiling as he gets a radio and uses it up there. You glance back at the guys discreetly as they seem to be whispering something and eyeing you…
Shit, you don’t have a weapon. You look back at Thaddeus who is still using the radio and you go to stand only to be grabbed by the taller slender man, his teeth rotten as he grins at you with yellowish eyes. Definitely not healthy….
“Ain’t seen you around here before…must be new” He rasps out and you swallow thickly and try pulling away.
“Let go of me” You spoke in your masculine voice, not wanting him to know your a woman.
He laughs and only tightens his hold as his two friends surround you now. “Bet you got goods on ya…” He says and his friend grabs your other arm and starts dragging you out as you kick and try to get free.
Maximus showed you out to get free, but all survival instincts vanish as your brain can only focus on how to panic it would seem.
“Thaddeus!! Help—
Your shoved out the doors and your face lands in the mud that smells like piss and vomit, your stomach turning at the smell as you feel a kick land into your ribs and you groan in pain.
“Check her pockets and see what she has” The slender man commands his two goons who start trying to steal whatever you have and you thrash around and kick and punch at them only to have the leaders boot press your cheek into the ground as he steps on your head.
“Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Guys! What’s goin on?!” You hear Thaddeus step out and they momentarily leave you be but your face is still held down, one cheek in the mud your starting to question as sewage while the other has a boot pressed into it.
One of the guys huff at that. “Is this your friend?…” A rough voice asks and you hear Thaddeus clear his throat.
“Yeah?…I can get you some caps if you get off her” He pulls out a pouch with fifteen caps in it and you huff, the bastard lied to you.
The guys laugh and Thaddeus pulls out some metal gadget. “Hey! You can have the caps and this! It sells for about fifty caps” The leaded gets off you and you scramble to your feet as Thaddeus gives them their stuff and look it over.
You scurry behind Thaddeus who surprisingly took care of the situation instead of running away or leaving you to die.
The guys take their shit and leave and you wipe the mud off your cheek, spitting as some was in your mouth. “Thanks…” You say and look up at him as he shrugs and looks you over.
“You saved me from that bear, you could have ran and let it eat me or something but you didn’t…so I guess we’re even now” He says and you smiled some at that and go back to sit on the old porch.
“Did you get the radio working?” You ask him, still wiping at your mouth with your arm. The damn taste stuck in your mouth, you can only imagine what the hell was in the mud.
Thaddeus nods his head as he looks up at the grey sky. “Yeah, I got in contact with the brotherhood so as long as we stay here they’re gonna get us…” You nod and look him over now. His cheek still cut and some dry blood there now.
“So uh…you really won’t rat me out will you?…” You didn’t trust him, even if he did just get you out of a situation.
“No, I won’t rat you out…” He says again and you sigh deeply as you wait for the brotherhood…
But hours pass, night falls and you’re still waiting. Thaddeus up and pacing as he stretches his legs out acting sitting for hours.
“Thaddeus where are they?…” you ask with annoyance as you were tired and wanted to be clean and tell Maximus everything that’s happened.
He sighs and puts his hands on his hips, “well, since it’s dark out they might wait till the morning to come…we can get a room or something to sleep in till then” You stand up with a scoff and shake your head at him.
“We don’t have caps, where the hell will we stay?” You question with attitude and Thaddeus takes his boot off, dumping at least ten caps out.
You stare at him with wide eyes. “Where the hell do you keep getting those from?!” You question and he scoffs some.
“My stash! This is really the last of it though” He says and picks the caps up as you walk down the shit path to another place. “We can buy a room for the night…” He says and you follow him inside and see an old man glaring at you both.
“The hell you two want?…” He asks and you observe him, he looks just as grime ridden as everyone else, face wrinkled and scruffy with white hair as his eyes are narrowed in a unfriendly way. his customer service horrible.
“Me and my friend need a room for the night…sign says nine caps” Thaddeus puts nine down and smiles at the man.
The old man grumbled and snatched them up before pointing at a wooden door behind you both, you furrow your brows as it looks disgusting in the room.
But you both walk in, it’s small, a bed and dresser in it. You kick your boots off and eye the bed with disgust. “It looks like someone died here Thad…” You say and he shrugs and takes his boots off and sits on the bed you’d both be sharing.
“Yeah, someone probably did…but it’s better than the ground” He says and you nod slowly even if you thought otherwise and take the jacket off, the underside of your breast visible and Thaddeus stares at it with wide eyes.
You don’t even notice as you walk to the dresser and look it over, seeing it empty and you sigh.
“Shit…oh no…” you hear Thaddeus mumble and his eyes are squeezed shut, he instantly throws a pillow on his lap and you give him a look of concern.
“Are you okay?….did the fall earlier hurt you bad?” you ask and he shakes his head frantically as he keeps his eyes closed and you walk over to sit next to him and he scoots away some.
“No! No..uh…just uh…put the jacket back on?” He said and you give him a confused look.
“Why?….” You say slowly and he huffs and as his eyes fall on you pleadingly, but feels his situation getting worse as your cleavage is visible from your ripped your shirt.
“Just please put it on…” He looks away again and swallows thickly as his eyes squeeze shut.
You were beyond confused and grab the coat and slowly put it back on. “Are you okay?…” you ask him again and he nods and sighed deeply.
“Your uh…um… ‘tumors’ just…make me feel weird” He knows the brotherhood teach absolutely nothing about situations like this. They educate on sensible things, important things but this not this.
So the confused look you give him makes him sigh deeply again as he looks at you. “It’s weird, I’m being weird….” He says and shakes his head as he stares at the wall. “You ever hear the stories the guys talk about? The knights?…” He asks, and you nod slowly getting an idea.
“The ones about kissing and stuff?” You inquired while he nods and sighed again, his situation not going away.
“Yeah…” he says and you slowly start piecing it together. You heard stories about kissing, some of the knights laughed and bragged about screwing people but Maximus always steered you away from that topic. Especially when they said something about their cocks exploding.
You stare at Thaddeus and scoot closer again but he doesn’t pull away…
“Do you like…wanna kiss or something?” You ask and he stares at you with wide eyes as he looks your face over, he found himself oddly attracted to you more then he was before.
He nods and discreetly pushed the pillow down more in an attempt to get his erection in control but it only makes it worse…
“I don’t know how to…” He admits quietly and you scoot so that your legs touch and you nod knowingly.
“I don’t either…but I guess we’ll figure it out together” You stare at his face as he does yours and you don’t move…it’s awkward and he clears his throat.
“So my mouth just…” He leans in and you do the same, your noses touching as you pull back and tilt your head some and place a quick peck on his lips. Too quick to actually feel.
He leans in to peck you again but longer and you let him. His lips felt soft…and he pecks you again and again as you slowly hold his jaw as you too keep slowly pecking.
He doesn’t know if it’s right, but you kept doing it and that was enough to have his face flushing red.
It has your heart pounding, heat pooling in your belly as your eyes close and you two kept pecking each others lips. His little mustache tickles your skin as you too start taking longer to pull back with each kiss, his lips staying on yours longer as he groans into it.
“You’re making it harder to get rid of this, Marcus…” He pulls back with furrowed brows and looks at you. “Wait…you’re a girl…is Marcus even your name?…” He asks and you let out a soft amused snort at that, face hot from just having your first kiss with him.
“No…” you say and tell him your real name, his eyes soften as he whispers it quietly.
“Can we kiss again?…” You smirk some and start kissing him, instinctively doing whatever feels right or nice…which is currently how your tongue ends up with his, his whimper music to your ears as you feel heat blooming between your thighs.
Thaddues just let you lick around in his mouth, his tongue not doing anything because he wasn’t sure what to even do…
It’s a foreign feeling, almost overwhelming as you push his pillow away and get on his lap before he can even object. “Wait!—oh…” He moans as you sit on his bulge, his hips twitching up.
“Don’t tell the brotherhood I’m actually a woman and I’ll keep going….” You don’t know where this sudden spark of boldness came from but you feel it, especially when his hips jerk up.
“I swear! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t even think about it!” He says quickly and you feel his hands land on your hips, pulling you closer as his eyes closed and he slowly rolls his hips up into yours.
“Oh my…oh shit that’s nice…” He rambles out as you feel your heart beating faster and you let him control your movements, your own hips grinding down and you feel sparks shooting up your spine.
“Thad….” You whisper his name, a soft moan escaping your lips as you felt yourself getting wet from this, especially when you feel him move, a twitch?…
“Oh…shit wait, wait, wait…don’t move!” You stop instantly and furrow your brows as he pants and stops moving as his face is flushed red, lips parted as he moans quietly.
“Is everything okay?…” you ask quietly and rub his chest, feeling his heart beating as fast as your own. Your body buzzing with arousal while between your legs feels like molten lava.
“Yeah…too okay…like, like I’m gonna explode y’know?…” You nod slowly as he spoke between breathes as you rubbed his chest.
“Is your cock gonna explode?” You ask, genuinely curious as this was all too knew for you.
And you feel his hips jerk up as his erection twitches again. “Don’t say that! Not right now…oh shit…” He lets your hips go and puts his palms on the bed on either side of him.
You furrow your brows and slowly start moving, grinding because you need some friction, knowing he needs it too. Thaddeus lets out a beautiful sound, a moan and whine, his eyes closed as he starts bucking up.
“Shit, shit, shit…fuck!” His hips twitch as he fists the sheets and moans out, you feel him convulsing beneath you and his back hits the bed as he whimpers and pulls you off his lap. His trousers having a wet patch where he just came…
“I’m sorry…i-I didn’t mean to do that! You made me do it…” He rambled and pants before groaning and dropping his head back on the bed. “Awwe man…now my pants are sticky and gross…” He says, as if they’re not caked in shit and mud already.
You move off his lap and still feel an aching sensation between your legs as you fold your legs under you and look at him.
“They’re already dirty….” You point out and he nods before taking them off, his underwear and shirt still on. Your eyes locked in on his boxers where you can see he’s still hard.
He looks at you and blushes deeply as he grabs the pillow to cover himself but you snatch it. “Thaddues…?” You say and look at him inquisitively.
He hums in response and can’t even look at you right now. “Yeah?….”
You only ever heard some knights talk about this, using words like ‘use my cock’ or ‘that whore made my cock explode!’ And then the one you remember hearing the most from knight Gerald ‘we did sex and that bitch rode me like a rocket!’ So you slowly crawl back on his lap and he furrows his brows now.
“Can we do sex?…” You ask and his eyes widen as you ask, knowing what you mean and he swallows thickly.
He starts nodding eagerly and your already taking your pants off, your panties wet as you take them off as well and watch him laying on his back watching you with a red face and big blue eyes wide.
He nearly whimpered when you get completely naked for him, he can’t even believe you’re real and this is actually happening to him…
You take his boxers off and you blush, never having seen a cock up close like this…he blushes even more and whimpered. It was five and a half inches at most, girthy as it twitches some when you just stare at him in fascination.
“Please…please, please, please…I need you…” He begs and you felt a new wave of heat rushing to your core as you take your underwear off as well.
You may be very inexperienced, but you heard enough stories to know what to do. So you straddle him again, and sit on his thighs as your hands are on his chest.
Your body feels warm, a buzz lighting all your nerves on fire in the best way possible as you look down at Thaddeus who has his shirt on still and doesn’t plan on taking it off. His eyes wide and nervous but pleading for something…
You scoot closer and can feel yourself getting hot, your face burning. You gently grind on him, your bare skin touching and you moan as he feels warm and hard under you.
“Holy—fuck….your…your so wet….” He spoke as if he was in awe of you, which he probably was as you just grind on him and get his cock all wet.
You let out a soft breathy sound and keep going, hands in his chest fisting his shirt as you gaze down at him with half lidded eyes and desire.
“Does it feel good?…” You ask and hope he feels as euphoric as you do right now, your hips slowly moving against him and he nods and whines.
“Yes! Shit yeah….” He was breathing heavy again and you moan quietly as he grips your hips. “Can I go inside you?…” he asks and gives you a begging look, one you found yourself not ever going to say no to.
So you nod and reach down between you both, Looking momentarily as you guide him inside. His tip slips in and you both moaned at how intense it was.
“Thaddeus!….” You moaned out as you slowly slide down, so wet it hardly hurts like you’ve heard it would…
Thaddues was flushed red and sweaty already as you gaze down at him. “I’m gonna explode again…ah..ah please…” He begs as you start moving, feeling a slight stretch but it felt nice.
You move up and down, repeating it slowly as the drag of his cock against your spongy walls was absolutely electric, intoxicating as you never wanted it to end. “This feels so good Thaddeus…” You say breathlessly as you look down at him.
And good god if the sight wasn’t breathtaking. His blue eyes blown with need, lips parted as he pants and whines when you move down just right, his chest heaves beneath your hands as you subconsciously start going a little faster.
You can hear the old bed squeaking, creaking as you both move together. Thaddeus was moving his hips up into you and pulling you down by your hips, his hips moving at an unsteady and almost desperate way as he pants.
“Oh yeah…r-right…right there!” His voice is higher in pitch and eyes closed as he fucks up into you quickly now.
You moan out as you grasp his shirt and let him keep doing those sloppy movements because it feels good, your walls clenching repeatedly as you felt yourself slipping closer to something absolutely mind numbing.
“Thaddeus….” You spoke so breathlessly and it has his head spinning, The pleasure becoming intense and his hands grip harder on your hips.
You are practically bouncing on him now as he lets out more noises of pleasure, your eyes closed and back arches from how incredible it actually is. Before you even know it, he’s tensing again as you felt the pressure that had been building up finally snap and you shake when you finally came.
It was intense, your eyes closed as you moan and convulse on Thaddeus, nails digging into his chest as your hips move in quick flicks, riding out the waves of pure pleasure.
“Holy shit! Ah!” Thaddues lets out a loud groan as he came after, his hips stuttering as he trembles beneath you, rambling sweet nothings and how good you feel…
Afterwards, You lay on his chest, heart’s beating wildly together as he rubs your back soothingly. Your blissed out, both of you are and as you lift your head and look at him, you felt a fluttering in your chest at the sight of him.
He’s actually cute…despite being an asshole to your brother and punching you in the face, his eyes meet yours, his a beautiful blue.
Shit, you can’t think like this about him, he’s a dick! Maximus will kill you!
You sit up and lay on your side, back facing him as he furrows his brows and props himself up on his elbows. “You alright?…i didn’t hurt you did I? Was it bad? Did I do something wrong?!” He starts rambling and you sighed and feel guilty for putting space between you two.
“No, you didn’t hurt me or do anything wrong…I’m just tired now” You say back and cringe at your own attitude and hear him lay back down and sigh.
“Alright, I’m pretty tired too…after all we just did” He chuckles awkwardly and lays down and puts his hands on his belly. “I should put my pants back on right?…” He asks and you furrow your brows as he basically talks to himself.
“I totally should…I will” He gets up and your turn to face him now and watch as he does so, groaning as he rubs at the crotch. “I completely forgot about that…” You shake your head and smile some, he was odd but you found yourself gazing at him fondly.
He grumbles about the mess on his pants before putting them on and laying back down, seeing you staring at him he blushes.
“I thought you’d be asleep now?…” He says and you shake your head and sigh.
“I don’t think anyone falls asleep in seconds…” You say and he nods slowly and lays back down on his back, hands folded on his belly.
You watch him get comfortable as he sighs softly and stares at the ceiling. “Everything was good for you right?…” He asks again and you can see he’s actually genuinely wondering if you enjoyed it as much as he did.
So you give in, snuggling to his side as you nod. “Yeah…it was good” He smiles some and puts an arm around you.
“Wanna do it again?…” He peeks down at you and you look up to catch his eye, feeling that familiar heat pooling in the depths of your belly.
“Yeah…” You say and he gets on top of you, kissing you very uncoordinatedly and sloppy but you love it, his messy kiss and little words mumbled in between.
“Dang it…now i gotta take my pants back off…” you can’t help but laugh at that a bit, watching as he fiddles with the buttons…
The midday sun bleeds through dirty torn curtains and you were already up, standing by the rooms dirty window and tightening your chest compressor that’s old cloth tied tightly, but it was better then nothing you suppose. Then you slip on an old button up shirt the old man who owns this place gave you, hearing the brotherhood approaching in their planes.
Behind you is Thaddeus, hair disheveled, a grin on his face as he puts his boots back on. Pleasantly pleased from a night full of pleasure.
You button your shirt and tuck it in and leave the room, Thaddeus making haste to get his shirt on before following behind you. You both walk outside and you see the brotherhood, a knight and squire surveying the area as they lead you both back, Thaddeus explains the whole situation as you board the transport…
The flight back to the only thing you know as a home is rather silent, Thaddeus giving you glances, staying silent about you being a woman. You felt glad he didn’t say anything, Both of you sitting opposite each other…
You don’t say much after what happened between you both, So when you finally get back you instantly start searching for your brother but find Dane, a somewhat friend you’ve made and see they’re foot bandaged.
“Where’s Maximus?…” You ask Dane, who shrugs as you look around the room now.
“He’s gone…” Your eyes widen at this information, hands on your head as you try and process that. Now you’re worried about him, especially with the beasts you know are out there now…
“What do you mean he’s gone? Did he rank up to squire too?” You huff and Dane shakes their head slowly as you furrow your brows. “He’s gone gone…” You felt your heart plummet and you know it shows on your face the shock and pain you feel.
“Knight Titus made the report this morning…they’re sending in a squire to replace him…” Dane adds and you march away, storming to Elder Cleric Quintus.
Max couldn’t be dead, he just can’t be. He’s the toughest person you know.
You hold back tears as you storm and kneel before Cleric Quintus. Who simply looks down at you from where he sits. “Marcus…I’m assuming you’ve heard the news—
“Send me. Send me to assist knight Titus…” You look up at the man who shakes his head, knowing better than to send you. You’ve just came back from a failed expedition…
“I already have someone in mind to send…I know this is glum time for you and you need to mourn in peace” He says and you stand and glare at him.
“Send me to assist knight Titus, please…” You add the last part bitterly, pain mixing with anger at how your brother died probably doing what he warned you not to do, protecting a knight.
Elder cleric Quintus stares at you and waves of the squire he had picked to assist Titus. “Very well, but given your emotional state and devastation…another squire will accompany you” You hear Thaddeus push past some people and raise his hand.
“I’ll go! I can help Marcus!” You glanced at him as he nods some at you before looking back at Quintus.
“Very well…you’ll both replace Maximus…” Quintus spoke the words as if it was distasteful to think your brother is actually gone, and he goes back inside as you nod and turn to Thaddeus who gives you a sort of sympathetic look.
But you ignore him and push past to get back into the transport…
You plan on finding him, to give him a proper burial and beating knight Titus to a bloody pulp for letting your brother die…it hurts to even think about him being gone…
