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Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 7

Synopsis: You are an alien who crash landed onto Earth. You have no name, and no more home to go back to. The Guardians of the Globe have rescued you and brought you to get intensive care under the great Cecil Stedman. In helping out your new home, Earth, will you develop a relationship with the coldest man you know?

General Info: AFAB Gender Neutral Reader, Cecil is Younger in the Beginning and it Will Lead to Current Events, Reader is a Bubbly Optimist, Reader Description is Intentionally Vague so You can Imagine the Alien Species They Are However You’d Like

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Eventual Sexual Content

Specific Chapter TW: PTSD Panic Attack

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The hospital wing of the GDA was alight with chatter. You had gotten the news only a few minutes ago that Alana had awoken, and you spent no time racing to her hospital room. Holly of course was also there, beaming with joy as she peppered her girlfriend’s face with kisses. Alana had been out of commission for a week due to her injuries. It was a lot better than the alternative, death, if you hadn't intervened and taken some of the damage onto yourself. Your wounds had healed just fine, almost as soon as the next day, and you would’ve done it a million times over to help her.

“We’re so happy to have you back,” Holly said to Alana, absolutely delighted, “we’ve missed you.”

“I’m happy to be back.” Alana gave her a kiss on the nose and turned to you. “I’ve been dying to see everyone again, literally. What did I miss?”

“Not too much, don’t worry.” You assured her. “But I bet you must be starving. Want me to grab you both something?”

“That would be great!” Alana exclaimed, sitting straight up in her bed. “The cafeteria has some bunny chow that’s to die for. It’s something my mom used to make all the time, and it sounds delicious right now.”

“I’ll take the same, thank you.” Holly smiled at you.

“On it!” You stood and headed out, happy to be doing something to help. Winding down the halls, you eventually came upon the cafeteria, ordered, and sat to wait.

It had been a few days since your last conversation with Cecil. You’d seen each other every now and then and said hello, but that was it. Despite your emotions you forced yourself to be patient on the matter. It couldn’t be easy for him to make this decision, and rushing him wouldn’t help matters either. So, you waited, distracting yourself with Earth television and puzzles; that really seemed to be all the entertainment they had available here. With Alana now awake though, you didn’t feel half as lonely anymore. Training with your friends, The Guardians of the Globe, helped too.

“You know that isn’t free, right?” You almost leaped out of your skin as Cecil’s voice sounded next to you.

“Sheesh! Do you ever make a noise?” You chided him lightly, a slight laugh to your voice. “And, wait, what do you mean?”

Cecil nodded towards the cafeteria. “Did you think the food was free here? It’s been going on my tab.” He smirked at you, the amusement in his eyes betraying his jokingly annoyed tone.

“No way,” you gawked at him, feeling stupid, “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t think too much about it.”

Cecil shrugged, taking a seat next to you. “It’s fine. Not like we’re paying you at the moment anyway.” There was a brief lapse in silence as you two sat together. It had been a while since you’d spoken at length.

You glanced at him. “I’ve been thinking about something.” He glanced back at you, quirking his eyebrow in question. “When I first got here, you said you didn’t know much about my planet, yet you knew the flower my people give to the sick.”

Cecil looked down at his lap, chuckling to himself. “After you arrived we sent some satellites to uh, ‘freshen up our knowledge’ on your species.” He scratched his chin. “I was curious as to how you knew English, yet you’d never been in contact with Earth. Didn’t know a species could have a part of their brain for translation.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You learned all that from some satellites?”

“Science is amazing.” He snorted, looking back up at you. “But we learned the last bit from your brain scans. The satellites just picked up random strings of information. We always knew of your planet, just… never had a reason to interact until now.”

“I see.” You responded simply, impressed yet slightly disturbed. “You humans are thorough.”

“Just me.” He turned to look down the hallway that led to the hospital rooms. “I hear Alana’s awake, that’s good. The team’s not the same without her.” He turned back to you. “What do you think, by the way? About joining the Guardians. You’re keeping up well, and you definitely have the skills.”

Your cheeks burned at the sudden compliment. “Oh—uh, I like it.” Then you gave a slight tilt of your head, thinking harder. “But I don’t know. It’s terrifying to think about saving people. I’m happy to help, and I love the team but…” you trailed off, looking down.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, you still have time to make a decision. And I get it, believe me, it is a scary thing.” Cecil nudged your shoulder with his. “You’ll always have a home here, whatever you choose.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been so nice to me,” you blurted out. It had been on your mind since you arrived here, and while you didn’t mean to bring it up so abruptly, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. It puzzled you as to why this man- let alone this planet, would help you to this extent. To question it seemed to be looking a gift horse in the mouth, but the nagging in your brain burst through. “It scared me at first. I thought maybe it came with a price. It was hard for me to believe that people really- well, cared.”

“From what you’ve told me, I can understand why you’d think that. And I don’t want to lie to you, at first my intentions weren’t… something you might approve of.” Cecil leaned back in his chair. “Fix up an alien who might have useful abilities, and have them join the Guardians. Or just have you help on your own. I feel guilty about it now that I’ve gotten to know you, but my job, the world, came first. If I had an asset in my debt, it could mean saving lives.” He cast his eyes down guiltily, unable to look at you. “That’s why I didn’t want to get any closer to you, I felt horrible.”

You swallowed hard, anger flickering to life in your chest. His words were like a knife to the heart. “I was wrong about you.” You murmured in disbelief. “I’m so stupid.” Part of you knew it was ridiculous to have convinced yourself of anything else. Of course that was the goal. You were a stranger to this world, why else would they help you? This world had no obligation to you, and yet it hurt so bad when it was said aloud.

Cecil’s head snapped toward you, true panic etching his features. “I don’t— I don’t think that way anymore. I would never— I wouldn’t of forced you to-”

“How dare you!” You snarled, bolting up from your seat. Flashes of your past raced through your mind, an uncontrollable hurricane of hurt and trauma wiping away anything but fury. “I trusted you, and you wanted to use me?”

“No!” Cecil also stood, gently reaching his hand towards you. You shoved it away, tears starting to stream down your flushed face.

“You told me I’m not an object, you told me that!” Your voice was raising by the word, now a shout. An uncontrollable tremor shook through you. It felt awful to yell, and your mind was screaming for you to stop, but spite and a rising anxiety spurred you on.

“And I meant it, every word.” Cecil talked softly, but his voice trembled. “I wouldn’t dream of using any of that against you. That wasn't what I wanted to do, I swear. The more I learned about you, the more I couldn’t stop thinking about you. In-in a good way- ugh, this sounds terrible.” He rubbed his forehead, looking frustrated with himself. “If I’d known about your past from the start I wouldn’t have even thought that way. It was wrong, and I’m so sorry.” His distraught eyes searched yours. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you.”

Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself. Your thoughts were still raging with painful memories, the hurt in your chest throbbing hotly, but you forced yourself to think straight. “You really mean that?”

“Of course.” He took a small step towards you. “Thinking about not having you in my life; it tore me up to no end. As hard as I’ve made it to believe, I just- I really like you.” He cringed to himself. “I’m horrible with words- I’m sorry, that sounded like a highschool confession. What I’m trying to say is: you make me feel normal, like a person with no responsibilities. When I’m with you it feels like—like all I have to do is just enjoy being alive.”

All you could do was stare in silence for a while. Conflicting feelings warred through you. This normally cold, steely man looked utterly heartbroken at the thought of hurting you. In the time you’d known Cecil, it wasn’t hard to figure out that the man had a guard. You had seen brief, genuine glimpses into him and relished every moment, but now was more than just a mere glimpse. His features were soft, his posture as harmless and open as he could manage. It was a first to see him this way, and it was because he was truly worried about you.

The previous years of being imprisoned were not easy to erase, to say the least. Your captor wouldn’t hit you per say, but directed his savagery to your brother. He knew you’d heal the poor young boy, so he maliciously manipulated you into transferring the wounds to yourself. It wasn’t something you wanted to talk about at length, at least not now. You’d told Cecil a little but the details seemed too hard to choke out. It seemed silly to think, as it was a horrendous thing for anyone to go through, but you didn’t know how much it had really, truly affected you until now. Sadness radiated through you; had you really become so broken? Had your captor stolen away your trust?

Cecil cast his gaze downward, breathing in deeply. “You have every right to hate me. I hate me too. It was out of line.” You stepped closer, hesitating for only a moment before slowly encircling your arms around him. His back stiffened at first, unsure of your touch, then he wrapped you up tightly. The anger in your body melted away.

“I believe you, and I forgive you.” You mumbled into his chest, relaxing against him. “I’m sorry. Just— so much of the pain in my past centers around being controlled and used. I’ve never come to terms with the trauma that was caused.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He rubbed your head tenderly. Suddenly his eyes flicked past you, and his expression shifted. Confused, you followed his gaze and found a gaggle of cafeteria workers gaping at the two of you. Suddenly sheepish, you broke away from Cecil and shuffled towards the counter, grabbing the food and thanking them before slipping into a secluded part of the far hallway, out of sight.

Cecil joined you a second later. “Don’t worry about them. I’ll have a word.” He motioned for you to start walking, to which he joined next to you. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. I’ll make some time for us to talk properly, without anyone staring at us.”

“You’re busy, I understand.” You looked to the side, feeling a bit awkward. “I’m-I’m sorry for yelling, really. I should’ve handled that better.”

“You had an appropriate reaction to someone telling you ‘I was going to indebt you to me secretly’, I think.” Cecil responded, to which you have an uncomfortable chuckle. There was a silence for a moment before he continued. “I will do things to protect this planet that you might not like. I need you to know that. If we want to continue our relationship that’s… something that will need to be addressed.”

“We’ll talk about it.” You responded. “There are things I need you to know as well. And, um, do you offer therapy here, by chance?”

“Of course.” Cecil shoved his hands in his pockets. “If that’s something you’d like to start, we can make that happen. And don’t worry, our psychiatric medicine is some of the best, and trained to deal with more unnatural situations. They provide services to heros, after all.”

“Thank you.” You gave him a smile. “I think it would be great to get some of this off my chest. And learn how to handle it better.”

“I’ve had to do some in my time here, for sure.” Cecil gave you a sidelong glance. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’m proud of you for taking that step. It’s a hard one.”

“Thank you, Cecil.” You both had come to Alana’s room.

Stopping outside the door, Cecil turned to you. “Here.” He placed a square device on the tray of food in your hands. “This is a phone, it’ll allow us to get in contact easier. It’s not the fanciest thing but it’ll do the trick.” He nodded towards the room containing Holly and Alana. “They can teach you to use it, it’s not too hard. I’ll be in touch, rookie.”

In a blazing flash of light Cecil vanished through his teleporter. At first it had startled you, but you’d gotten used to the bright assault to your eyes. You opened the door in front of you and stepped into the room, the smiling faces of Alana and Holly greeting you. “Hey!” You blurted out. “I’m going to therapy!”

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Author’s Note:

Hello everyone! I wanted to clarify that the reader of this story has a lot of emotional and mental stuff to heal, so the reader often thinks in a self depreciative way. Everyone deserves to love themselves and I do not want anyone to think that you deserve less or are “broken” because you are traumatized. I have PTSD myself, and I hope I wrote it in a way that can explain that it’s not always easy to think highly of yourself or express your emotions when you’ve been traumatized. I am indeed having the reader go into therapy to learn how to heal from these past traumas. Therapy is great and I really suggest everyone go into therapy, even if you’re not mentally ill. It’s a benefit to everyone!

Disclaimer:

I try to be as accurate as possible to the source material for this fan fiction, but at times I’ll get it wrong. The timelines for the Guardians of the Globe as well as Cecil are not as accurate as they should be but for the sake of wanting to have all the characters in here I fudged it. Just know that I understand not everything is accurate but let’s just try to have a good time regardless!

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Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 6

General Info: AFAB Gender Neutral Reader, Cecil is Younger in the Beginning and it Will Lead to Current Events, Reader is a Bubbly Optimist and a Sweetheart, Reader Description is Intentionally Vague so You can Imagine the Alien Species They Are However You’d Like

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Eventual Sexual Content

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Hanging back, you decided that it would be better for the Guardians to warm up amongst themselves first. They started with what seemed to be a basic training of various different drills. The speed and grace with which they moved was amazing to watch. A true team that worked to their individual strengths in harmony. Needless to say, you were impressed, and pretty excited to see how you could fit into this system.

Finally, after watching them for a while, Holly broke away to approach you. “Alright, rookie. Are you ready?” You gave an eager nod. “First we’ll see what you can do.” Turning, Holly gestured to Immortal as he came floating down to greet you. He planted his feet on the ground and took a solid stance.

“Hit me.” Immortal ordered, pointing at his chest.

“What?” You exclaim, immediately taking an unthreatening disposition.

He gave a hearty chuckle, “I’ll be fine, trust me. Just give a solid go at it.” You shot a nervous look up at Cecil in the room above. He gave you a nod. Turning your attention back to Immortal, you took a deep breath. You’d never really hit anyone intentionally before, this was a first.

Readying yourself, you balled your fist, took a fighting stance, and swung. A thunderous crack reverberated through the room as you hit Immortal straight in his chest. He went flying, whistling through the air and smacking into the far wall before flopping rather hard onto the ground.

All you could do was gawk for a moment, like everyone in the room around you. You had never had this amount of strength on your own planet. What had changed? Giving a yelp, you sprinted towards him, guilt searing your body. Crouching next to him, you couldn’t see any obvious damage. The only sign of you hitting him at all was a pretty large dent now evident in the wall he crashed into.

Immortal sat up with a groan, clearly dazed. Upon seeing you, he gave a roar of laughter. “That was fantastic!” He gave you a solid pat on the shoulder, his smile beaming, but you were still wildly concerned.

“Are you okay?” You asked, helping him up.

“I assure you, I’m fine. It definitely hurt, don’t get me wrong,” he rubbed his chest, wincing, “but no harm done.”

“I knew I could take a pretty good beating but…I’ve never been able to do that before,” you admitted, looking at your hand in wonder, “I don’t know what happened.”

A crackling came over the intercom, and Cecil’s voice rang out. “We do.” He stepped aside to let another agent onto the microphone. You recognized it to be Donald.

“This room reads your biological make-up constantly, so we can monitor your powers and understand them better.” Donald looked nervous, but he pushed on. “In basic terms, what’s happened is your cells have amazing regenerative properties. That amount of work for your cells requires a lot of power. When that power isn’t being used on- um, what?” Donald was interrupted as Cecil leaned in, whispered something to him, and stepped away. The Guardians looked around at each other, confused, but you knew what Cecil had said. A wave of gratitude swept through you: he still meant to keep your secret.

After a few heartbeats, Donald continued. “When it isn’t being used on… other things, that power can be charged into physical motion.” He stepped away from the intercom awkwardly, slinking back behind Cecil. You shuffled your feet, equally as uncomfortable with the attention.

“Alright, let’s get back to work. Rookie, we can talk later.” Cecil ordered, and to your relief training resumed.

The Guardians incorporated you into it, showing you different moves of combat. It was a lot to take in, but you felt happy. Working not only with a team, but your friends, was a lovely feeling. By the time you all were done the weariness of everything caught up to you. As you headed out of the training grounds your legs were wobbly, your muscles tight and sore already. You slid down a wall and sat, chugging a bottle of water Immortal had offered to you.

“Well done.” You jumped as Cecil seemingly appeared next to you, the bottle of water sloshing onto your lap. His eyes lit up with amusement at the sight but he said nothing.

“Thanks.” You smiled, warmed by his praise. He seemed different than he was this morning. The normal hard knot in his brow was lax, and his shoulders were too. Glancing around, you noticed you two were alone. The Guardians had dispersed and no agents were floating around the halls. You looked back at him. “Cecil, there’s something I want to say. And it’s important.”

“Oh,” he looked surprised, “okay then. Go on.”

You stood, walking right up to him and meeting his eye. “I don’t want to disregard your feelings, or your job. You’re important to a lot of people, and it feels selfish to try and take your attention, but I’d never live with myself if I didn’t say anything.” Cecil grew ridgid but didn’t interrupt. “I care for you quite a bit. I didn’t realize how much until the prospect of us not having a friendship anymore was in jeopardy. You’ve made me feel safe, feel heard. I feel like I'm my own person again, and I don’t know if I could’ve done that without you.”

Cecil’s mouth opened as if he were going to speak, but nothing came. His eyes were flicking over your face feverently.

“You don’t have to say anything now, but I’d just like you to think about it. If you ultimately decide to end our relationship I’ll respect it, but I want you in my life Cecil.” You blinked back tears. “I want our friendship to have the chance to grow more than it has. It doesn’t have to turn into anything else, if you don’t want it to but— but you’re important to me.”

“I-I don’t…” he stumbled over his words, looking frustrated with himself. Finally, after taking a deep breath and straightening himself up, he held your gaze steadily. “I’ll think about it. I promise.” You both stared at each other for a long moment, more unspoken emotions passing between you silently. Then, giving a curt nod, Cecil started to walk down the hall. He paused for a moment after a few feet and looked back at you. “Thank you for the donuts, by the way. You remembered I loved sweets.”

“Of course I did.” You responded.

He smiled softly. “Keep being sweet. Don’t let anyone change that. Something I’ve always liked about you.” With that he continued down the hall, his hands in his pockets.

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Disclaimer:

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Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 5

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Eventual Sexual Content.

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It had been a few days since you and Cecil had your drunken night. It wasn’t intentional that you hadn’t spoken since then, at least not on your end, but it grew worrisome in your mind. You learned Cecil wasn’t the most fluent in conveying— well, anything he was thinking, in the six months you’ve known him. Whether he did it on purpose or not you really hadn’t figured out yet. But that night was the most genuine you’d ever seen him. You’d be lying if you said it hadn’t been on your mind, and that it definitely did not give you a giddy feeling. Yet it seemed that something changed that night as well, and not for the better. Regardless, you decided to settle your troublesome torrent of thoughts this morning.

After walking around for a bit longer than you’d like to admit, you finally found the cafeteria in this maze of a place and grabbed a dozen donuts. You weren’t entirely sure what flavor he liked- they all seemed so good- so you just got as much as you could. On your wander you had even stopped by to check on Alana. She was still unconscious but doing much better after your help. Holly had been there, too. After giving her your regards, you set off again.

Finally, you spotted Cecil. It had taken a few questions to lingering agents in the halls about his whereabouts, but you found him. He was standing in the middle of a room full of people on computers, his hands in his pockets and his posture tall, commanding. His back was turned to you as he busily gave orders, so you decided to hang back and wait. Taking a seat, you set the box of donuts on the table in front of you and turned to an agent busily typing away.

“Hello.” You greeted, giving a smile.

The agent, a young man of maybe nineteen, gave a startled noise and turned to you for a brief moment. “Oh, hello. Um, did you need something?”

“Not particularly,” you cocked your head, “just wanted to say hello.”

The man gave you an inquisitive look behind his sunglasses but responded politely. “Oh, well, my name is Donald. Nice to meet you.”

Before you could respond, you sensed a presence walking up to your other side. Turning, you were met with the steely blue eyes of Cecil. Your happy expression immediately faltered at the look on his face.

“Can I talk to you in private?” He asked lowly, throwing a warning glance at Donald. Immediately taking the hint, Donald spun back around and busied himself once more.

“Of course.” You grabbed the box of donuts and followed Cecil out of the room. An uncomfortable squirm in your stomach grew as he took you a good few feet away from the door and turned to face you.

“I can’t be irresponsible anymore,” he started, emotion void in his voice. “From now on, you and I will remain professional. We aren't friends, and we don’t have a relationship other than being colleagues.” The expression on your face must’ve been absolutely miserable, because Cecil’s own face shifted quickly to something painful for a brief moment before he steeled himself again.

“Why?” You asked, your voice wavering a bit.

Cecil took a deep breath before responding. “This job is dangerous, and time consuming. I can’t let emotions cloud my judgment on anything. I got too involved with you.” There was a long silence that followed his words as you took them in. Cecil drew himself up, seemingly steadfast in his belief as he squared his shoulders. You bowed your head.

“I see.” Without further prompting, you gently set the box of donuts into his hands and gave a small nod. Grief grew like gnarled vines in your chest, making your throat tight. It took everything in you to choke out words. “Thank you for all you’ve done. I’ll leave you be.”

Cecil looked almost shocked, as if he didn’t expect you to react so amiably, though he recovered quickly. “I hope you understand that this is for the best.” He said softly. His tone and face were as cold and emotionless as ever, almost how it was when you had first met him. You just simply walked away, numbly gazing at the floor. Something in you was screaming to look back, but you fought it. Cecil had been transparent and firm on his word, there was no reason to challenge him.

It wasn’t clear where you were planning to go, so you just resided yourself to wander once more around the halls of the GDA. Eventually your feet led you to the hospital wing of the building. Mustering up what little optimism was left in you today, you made your way to Alana’s room. Upon entering you found Holly sat beside your friend, gently stroking her forehead. “Hey Holly.”

Holly jerked her head up, obviously startled by your sudden presence. “Oh, it’s just you.” She sounded relieved. “Hello.” She gestured to a chair on the opposite side of Alana’s hospital bed where you took a seat. “How’re you this morning? Your body feeling better?”

“My body?” You echoed, momentarily confused. Realization slowly crept back to you. How could you have forgotten the accident that landed you here in the first place? Your mind was really roaming away from you. “Oh, yes. It’s doing much better. I feel a lot stronger.”

Holly gazed at you for a while in silence. “How’s your mind? You seem out of it.”

“I’m okay.” You responded almost immediately. The events were still pretty fresh in your mind, having happened only a short time ago. Your brain was still reeling from the emotions you felt. It would be hard to put them into words.

“You can talk to me, if you’d want to.” Holly prompted gently.

Your eyes lingered on Alana, still unconscious in her hospital bed. “You have more than enough to deal with at the moment. I’ll be okay.” There was another long lapse into silence as you both sat. The beeping and whir of medical machines was the only noise, and you slowly relaxed into your chair at the rhythmic sound. Letting your mind wander, your gaze traveled around the room in an almost dazed state until it somehow landed on your wrist. The teleportation device was still strapped onto it. “Hey Holly, how long have you known Cecil?”

“Ah,” she gave a slight chuckle, “so that’s what’s wrong.”

A flush of embarrassment hit your cheeks, “what does that mean?” The words came out a little louder than you meant them to.

“We could all see you two getting close. He seems to care for you a great deal. And you always had that love-struck puppy look in your eyes.” She gazed down at Alana fondly, as if remembering something. “I look at Alana the same way.” Then she turned to you, a bit more of a somber expression on her face. “But he’s a closed off man. You have to be, if you do what he does. I can only guess he’s made that apparent to you.”

“He has.” You said meekly. “I respect his decision, however much I’d like it to be different.”

“Cecil has a lot of responsibility. He protects a great many people. To be that much of an omniscient force, you can’t let your judgment get clouded.” As Holly spoke, you bowed your head. You knew what she was saying was true, but it didn’t make it hurt less. “But,” she began again, “when you care for someone, it doesn’t just go away. He may not have a choice whether to let you go or not.”

You looked at her, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Holly sat up straight, her eyes clear and intense. Her words were passionate as she spoke. “The Guardians of the Globe have a similar responsibility in protecting the city. We are in constant danger.” She gave a sad glance towards Alana. “When I fell in love with Alana, I tried my best to ignore it. Situations like this are unpredictable. Any one of us could die any day.” She looked back to you, now holding your gaze steadily. “But I realized that I was going to love her either way. If we were together, or if we decided to distance ourselves, it didn’t matter. I would rather fight alongside her knowing that we shared memories and love, than to have her die and not of shared anything.”

“That’s beautiful.” You responded, smiling softly.

Holly wiped a stray tear from her eye before continuing, “I know it might be a little too early for love between you and Cecil. But if you want your relationship to grow, and he does as well, there’s nothing that should stop you.” She reached her hand towards you, and you grasped it gently. “Give him time. He’s a stuffy government agent with a lot on his mind. Let him come to terms with whatever he may be feeling. Your emotions should be taken into account too. I know it’s hard but, well, you didn’t exactly choose the easiest man to fall for.”

You gave a laugh at that, and Holly smiled at you. “Thank you. I’ll think on it.” You rose to your feet. “Will you be alright here on your own? I could grab you something to eat if you’d like.”

“I’ll be alright.” Holly responded, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. “Go get your mind off of things.”

With a goodbye you headed off, your optimism reignited. Perhaps it wasn’t all too bad. You didn’t plan on stomping on Cecil’s wishes, but you wanted to give one last chance to rekindle your relationship. Feeling invigorated, you decided to stop by the Guardian’s training grounds.

Rounding up on the entrance, you sprinted through, feeling your muscles work wonderfully under your skin. After being confined in the hospital for so long, it felt good to stretch your endurance. You hadn’t had the chance to in a while. The training grounds opened into a wide, long space of pure white. A few pieces of exercise equipment were lined up neatly against the walls, but for the most part it was an empty room with an opportunity to test your abilities.

Like a firecracker you whistled through the perimeter of the room, occasionally taking bounds and leaps for fun. Your heart was pumping, the adrenaline of joy spurring you on. It wasn’t until you saw Josef and Immortal standing at the entrance that you screeched to a halt. The pair exchanged looks with each other along with money.

“What’s that about?” You panted, gesturing towards the twenty dollar bill in Josef’s hand.

“We made a bet that your species would get ‘zoomies’ when you were happy.” Immortal replied, an amused expression on his face.

“It’s more common than you think. Even I get them.” Josef added, shoving the money in his pocket.

“You’re the Red Rush, you always have them.” Immortal jeered, playfully jabbing Josef with his elbow. He turned his attention back to you. “So, what’s got you so excited?”

“Did Cecil finally confess his feelings for you, zabavnaya veshch’?” Josef waggled his eyebrows at you. You gave him a sour expression, and he immediately reeled back. “What, really? Was only a joke.”

“No, not exactly,” you responded, still out of breath, “it’s complicated.”

Immortal leaned back, a thoughtful look on his face. “We knew you two were getting close but— Cecil? Really? That man has feelings?” He gave a hearty laugh. “It’s not that we think you’re hard to like but Cecil is- well, Cecil. We only joked about romance between you two. Didn’t think it was actually real.”

“Well I don’t know, like I said, it's complicated.” You gave him an exasperated sigh.

“What are you guys, high schoolers?” A new voice piped up behind the pair of superheros. You lean up on your tiptoes, peering over their heads to see Darkwing strolling up. “Gossiping about crushes.”

“You’re just mad because you can’t get a boyfriend.” Josef chided him as he walked by. “Adults are allowed to indulge in romance gossip every now and then. Not everyone has to brood.” The only response he got from Darkwing was an annoyed snort.

Laughter broke out down the hall as a few more of the Guardians walked up. Samson was at the head of it. “Never argue with Josef, Darkwing, you know that.” As the rest of the Guardians behind him dispersed into the room, he rounded up to your side with an excited look. “Are we gossiping?”

You laughed and nudged him playfully before looking around, confused. “What are you all doing here?”

“It’s training day.” Immortal put in, breaking away from your group and starting to stretch. “Wanna join?”

“Yeah, we can show you some cool moves from the big leagues.” Samson struck a few comically manly poses, which earned a chuckle from you.

“That sounds—“ you began to say, before you were cut off.

“No.” You turned to meet Cecil’s steely face. His long, blond hair was tussled, and you hadn’t noticed it this morning but he looked a mess. Purple bags clung under his eyes, and his tie was loose and wrinkled.

You gave a confused look. “Why not?”

“These are professionally trained superheroes under my jurisdiction. You could get seriously hurt.”

“Well,” you start, crossing your arms and holding yourself up straight, “I have to make a decision, right? Of what I want to do on Earth, by the end of the year.”

Cecil’s eyes narrowed. “…yes.”

“And one of those decisions was joining the Guardians of the Globe.” You continued. “Let me see if I can keep up. I don’t think I’m as fragile as you think.”

He regarded you with a look of absolute annoyance, but what you said was true. With obvious reluctance he gave you a nod. “Fine. Just be careful.”

Josef gave a snarky chuckle, “big bad Cecil taken down by the rookie.”

Cecil threw him a smoldering glare. Josef using the nickname he gave you really seemed to strike a cord with him. “Remember who gives you your paycheck.” With that he turned and walked down the hall, later reappearing in a room overlooking the training grounds through a glass window. His voice crackled back to life over an intercom. “Alright, let’s get started.”

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Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 4

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Eventual Sexual Content.

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“You were right Cecil,” you mumbled over a bite of ice cream, “this stuff is amazing.”

“Told you.” He chuckled, dumping more into his bowl. After getting patched up, Cecil had made good on his promise to have some well deserved ice cream with you. The gash across your chest still stung to high heavens, but it felt much better now that it was given proper medical attention. It was hardly on your mind though, as you shoved another scoop of ice cream in your mouth.

“On my planet all we had were vegetables, grown from large gardens.” You took your spoon from your mouth and pointed it at Cecil. “You have made my day revolutionary, Cecil Stedman.”

“That sounds like hell. I’m a sucker for sweets.” He reached over to a bottle of scotch he brought as well, popping off the top and filling his glass. “Sweets and alcohol.”

“Alcohol I’m definitely familiar with,” you grabbed the bottle as he offered it to you, pouring your own glass. “I’d bet there’s not an inhabited planet in our solar system that doesn’t have alcohol.”

“How much are you willing to put on that?” Cecil leaned forward, a smirk on his face. You tapped a finger on your chin, pretending to be in deep thought. Suddenly, a drunken idea popped into your head.

“You know that thing you can do where you disappear in lightning? Can you teach me to do that?”

Cecil laughed, clearly a bit tipsy. “You mean my teleporter? Yeah I can teach you. It’s just this device on my wrist.” He held out his hand to show you. “You get one destination to teleport to, deal?”

“Deal!” You bounced in your chair a bit, leaning forward so that you and him were dramatically face to face. “What do you want?”

“You do my paperwork for a week.” He took a swig of his scotch. “If I have to fill out one more form, I might just explode myself.” Both of you erupted into drunken chortles.

“Okay, deal.” You said determinedly, a laugh still in your voice. Before you respond further, you swig your entire glass of scotch. “I can’t promise I’ll do it right but I’ll try.” You began to stand, then paused. “But, wait, how are we gonna figure this out?”

Cecil leaned back in his chair, gesturing to himself grandly. “You happen to be talking to the director of the GDA, my alien friend.” You quirked your eyebrow at him, acting unimpressed.

“Meaning?” You prompted.

Cecil stood and gestured for you to follow. The two of you slipped out the door of your home and almost comically slunk down the dark and quiet halls of the GDA building. In your slightly drunk state, your coordination was more than a bit slow to say the least, as was your companion’s. The result of this hilarious conundrum is you two relentlessly giggling and bumping into each other as you finally close in on the room Cecil was leading you to.

He turned the knob to the door, opening it and motioning for you to go first. As you did, the lights flicked on and the room blazed with computer screens. “Ouch! That’s bright.” As your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness, you saw Cecil wobble over to a particular computer and start typing. Even drunk, he still had that stern and focused expression as he scanned the monitor.

“You know what I just realized?” Cecil spoke suddenly, startling you. Embarrassingly, you admit to yourself that you’d been staring.

“What?” You respond, making your way to him and leaning over his shoulder to look at the screen.

“You don’t have a name.” He glanced towards you.

“You knew that.” You laugh, wondering where he was going with this.

“Yeah but— we haven’t been calling you a name. For like, six months.” It was weird hearing him speak so relaxedly. Usually he was composed, formal. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you have any suggestions?” You ask, trying to keep your eyes on the computer. The buzz of alcohol in your mind and the warmth of Cecil next to you was making it hard to concentrate.

“I do,” he stated matter of factly, “Rookie.”

Your mind hazily contemplated the name. It was short and fun to say. “I like it. Does it have a meaning?”

“Yeah, it means like a— a new recruit.” He laughed, obviously pleased with himself. “Thought it was pretty fitting.” Suddenly the monitor flashed to a new screen, and a list of strange names with pictures of planets popped up. “Aha!” Cecil exclaimed, swiveling in the computer chair to give you a better view.

“Okay, let’s see here.” You squeezed in next to Cecil and leaned over to grab the mouse, scrolling down and scanning the screen. “Inhabited: Contains Alcohol. Inhabited: Contains Alcohol.” You read off description after description of the planets aloud. Quirking your head, you glance at Cecil. “Why do you have this information anyway?”

Cecil gave a shrug and a sloppy smile, “we’re the government, s’our job to know.” You snorted in amusement and put your foot on the seat of his computer chair, shoving him back a few inches. “Hey!” He exclaimed with a chuckle, slumping into the backrest.

“Well according to the data on the screen mister president of the GDA, I won the bet.” You crossed your arms over your chest triumphantly, waggling your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved his hand dismissively at you as he stood. Walking over, he unclasped the teleportation device around his wrist and fastened it onto yours. His hands lingered on yours for a moment longer than necessary before he put them in his pockets. “I haven’t had fun like this in years.” He murmured, almost to himself. “Getting drunk and sneaking around headquarters… Something I thought I’d never do, but here I am having a nice evening for the first time in a long while.” He glanced up, meeting your curious gaze. “All because of you.”

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or his words, but your face flushed. Words failed to come to your drunken brain as you just looked at each other for a few moments in silence. Eventually Cecil cleared his throat, rubbing his neck bashfully. “Anyway,” he stated, walking over and shutting the computers down, “we should get some rest.” He opened the door for you once more, and you shuffled through.

The walk to your room was in comfortable silence, though butterflies fluttered in your chest. You wanted to say that you enjoyed his time just as much, that you wish you could be closer to him, but it just seemed to shrivel on your tongue. Somehow, you thought, it seemed he already knew your sentiments, even if you couldn’t voice them at the moment. You’d told him enough times before, it certainly hadn’t changed now.

As the two of you finally reached your door, you turned to Cecil, a big smile on your face. “Goodnight Cecil. This was fun.”

As he looked at you, you noticed his eyes were glazed over with tiredness and booze. There was a good chance he wouldn’t remember a lot of this tomorrow. “Night, Rookie.” With a wobbly turn on his heel, he set off down the dark hallways as you turned to enter your home.

Throwing yourself in your bed, you floundered in the soft, plush blankets to get some semblance of them over your body. Settling on your mediocre job of blanket coverage, it didn’t take long for you to slip into a deep, drunken doze.

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Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 3 (Revised Version)

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Cannon Typical Violence, Eventual Sexual Content

Specific Chapter TW: Failed Pregnancy Mention, Physical Abuse Mentions

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Fervent knocking at your door startled you awake. It took a few moments for you to gather your surroundings, your mind still swimming from the nightmare you were in just moments ago. No matter how many times it plagued your sleep, it never failed to terrify you. Shakily, you stood, grabbed your cane, and made your way over to the noise.

Upon opening the door you found Immortal, a tense look on his face. His neck and arms were smeared with blood, but it didn’t look like he was injured.

Panic sparked in your chest. “Are you okay?” You ask, reaching out a hand towards him, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” he responded, “it’s Alana.”

“What?” You let out a shaky breath, a sob threatening to come out, “is she…?”

“No, but it’s not good.” Before he could even get all of his words out you brushed past him, hurrying the best you could towards the hospital wing. With every step you took, you could feel the strength in your legs fading, and eventually they buckled under you. Tumbling to the floor you let out a groan, struggling to pull yourself up as your cane clattered on the marble tile beside you. Tears of frustration welled in your eyes as your knees kept slipping on the shiny floor. An intense feeling of grief overwhelmed you, nearly too much to handle.

You almost gave up completely, but strong arms scooped you up, and you felt yourself flying down the hallway. You turned to look up at Immortal, too emotional to properly thank him. He nodded in acknowledgment, but his face was still grim. Within a few minutes you both arrived at the hospital wing where Cecil and Holly were waiting. They both walked up to meet you as Immortal set you down gently.

“I told you not to tell them.” Cecil narrowed his eyes at Immortal. The large man stared back at Cecil, anger clear in his glare.

“Why wouldn’t he tell me?” You demanded, trembling with anxiety. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” You swung around to look at Cecil with wide, desperate eyes. Cecil just gazed silently back at you. There was something he wanted to say but kept his mouth shut, his frigid eyes betraying nothing. Drawing yourself up, you moved to walk into Alana’s hospital room, but Cecil grabbed your arm.

“Don’t go in there.” He said sternly. When he saw your shocked expression, his demeanor softened, and he let you go almost immediately. “Please. Don’t.”

Hurt welling in your chest, you pushed past him and entered Alana’s room, immediately going to her side. She wasn’t conscious, hooked up to all kinds of machines. A large, deep gash ran over her sternum, along with a few other smaller but equally deep wounds throughout her body.

Shooting a look at the doorway, you tried to hear what Cecil, Immortal, and Holly were doing. They were talking quietly outside, not paying attention. You squared your shoulders, knowing what you had to do.

Placing your hand over Alana’s, you focused all your attention on her. Her breathing, her weakening heart beat, the fluttering of her eyes as she dreamed. A soft glow outlined her body, accompanied with a low hum. The lights in the room flickered briefly, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t looking for it. Warm, tingling energy pulsed through you, almost like an electric shock. These were a lot of wounds to heal, and you were still very weak, but you were determined to help your friend. Without you she very well might die, or so it seemed. Who knew how well humans could handle their injuries? Especially ones so severe. This is what you had to do.

Gradually, her wounds began to seal, the staples popping out as the skin closed fully. At the same moment, fire burned into your chest, and you could feel bubbling, hot blood leaking down your stomach. More minor gashes covered your body as well, still painful as they throbbed hotly, but you held strong until every ailment was transferred to you. Eventually, the glow around Alana dissipated, your power fizzling out as you slumped over briefly, gasping in pain.

Blood pooled at your clothes, threatening to give you away. Before anyone could enter the room, you snatched an extra blanket on one of the hospital chairs and wrapped it around yourself, wincing. You steadied your breathing, trying to focus on that instead of the itchy, throbbing affliction on your chest. As the others walked into the room, their discussion finished, you stared at the machines hooked up to Alana. Steadily, her heart rate grew stronger.

“What in the world?” Holly looked extremely puzzled as she sat in a chair by Alana’s bed. “She’s… okay.” She looked over to you, hope alight in her eyes.

You returned Holly’s happiness, forcing a smile in spite of the raging pain. “She must’ve gotten better before I came in here.” You responded. Inwardly, you cursed yourself at how lame of an excuse it was. Holly didn’t seem to notice, though, as she gazed down at her teammate, overwhelming affection in her eyes.

“That’s incredible,” Immortal stood on Alana’s other side, “I didn’t know she could heal like that.”

“I guess she’s never been hurt this bad,” Holly responded. “Maybe she didn’t even know.”

“I’m just glad she’s okay.” You said tiredly. Closing your eyes, you let your head hang a bit. Relief washed over you like a warm embrace. Alana was safe.

Just then, you heard the tap of expensive shoes on the hospital floor—Cecil had walked up next to you. You glanced up at him, too exhausted to be nervous. His eyes bored into yours, an unreadable expression on his face. Looking away, you ducked out of the room quickly, moving as fast as you possibly could down the hallway. It felt as if shards of glass pierced you deeper and deeper every time you took a step, and eventually you conceded to yourself that you had to sit down. Finding a chair in the waiting room, you slumped into it, gritting your teeth at the strain on your gashes.

“Hey.” You jumped as Cecil stopped in front of your chair. You hadn’t even heard him following you. “Come and get those looked at.” For a moment all you could do was gape at him.

“You know about this?” Your voice trembled and you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, almost willing you newfound wounds to disappear. “But, how?”

Cecil rolled his eyes. “You’re not the best liar. And trust me, I know a good liar. I work for the government.” He kneeled down, extending a hand, and used his other hand to pull out a roll of gauze from his pocket. “May I?” When all he got in response was a blank stare from you, he sighed. “I grabbed the gauze on my way out to follow you. I figured you might not be so compliant to have yourself looked at, considering you’re trying so hard to hide it.”

“Um, yes, of course.” You warily held out your arm. Cecil took it gently and set it on his knee, beginning to wrap the gauze around it. “I should tell you the truth. The whole truth.” You said quietly, glancing from side to side to see if anyone was around.

Cecil seemed to notice your hesitation. “No one’s going to bother us,” he remarked, not looking up from his work. “People know not to bother me when I’m busy.”

“Okay,” you responded, relaxing a bit, “good to know.” Taking a deep breath, you continued. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. As you’ve figured out, I can’t really heal people in a traditional sense. I just take on their injuries.” You paused to wince as Cecil placed pressure on a particularly painful area. “It’s not as bad as it sounds, or looks. The wounds are sort of dulled when they come to me. They’re still painful, and if I take on too much it could be bad, but usually I can handle it.”

“How is it now?” Cecil asked, switching out your arm to wrap the other.

“No one’s ever asked me before. I don’t know exactly how to describe it.” You paused for a moment, thinking. “It’s, well, painful for certain. But I’ll make it. I always do.”

“Why did you lie?” Cecil’s voice was strangely calm, and he still didn’t look up from wrapping the gauze. It felt strange for him to be so gentle; you had lied to him. Why wouldn’t he be mad?

“I don’t know.” You stated simply. “I think I was scared. I still am.”

“Scared of what?”

“Being treated like I was on my planet.” You turned to look at the clock on the waiting room’s wall, the hands ticking away. “I never had a name, or status, despite being one the king’s courtesans. I know why he kept me around. I’m one of the only ones with these healing powers on my planet, but I couldn’t give him a child like he wanted.” You gave a rueful smile. “Listen to me, talking about my life story when you just asked a simple question. I apologize.”

“Don’t,” Cecil responded, “you’re explaining yourself. That’s nothing to apologize for.”

Encouraged, you continue. “Whenever I miscarried, or didn’t conceive, he would beat my brother.” Cecil had finished wrapping the gauze and was gazing at you, silently reassuring you that he was listening. “The king knew I would heal him— how could I not? He also knew that seeing my brother get hurt was worse than anything he could ever do to me.”

“The king used it against you.” Cecil affirmed.

“Yes.” You replied, looking him in the eye. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I wouldn’t blame you if you threw me out.” Feeling miserable, you hung your head. “I don’t deserve to be here, getting care, friendship, a home. Not when I’ve caused nothing but trouble.”

A warm but rough hand was placed over yours. “You are a living person. A good person who has done more for the people you care about than I ever have.” Cecil said, a softness in his voice. He squeezed your hand slightly. “You are not an object. Never let anyone treat you less than you deserve.”

Startled, all you could do was stare. This was such a sharp contrast to everything you’ve been taught, or felt. It didn’t feel real. You didn’t feel like you deserved it, even though there was no plausible reason why you shouldn’t be given kindness. This jumble of emotions grew in your chest until it welled up in your eyes, spilling over uncontrollably. Hot tears poured down your cheeks as you sobbed, falling forward into Cecil’s arms. At first he froze, growing rigid as he just sat there with you crying into his chest. Then, slowly, he encircled his arms over your shoulders, holding you as gently as possible.

“I’m so sorry.” You choked out, too weak with emotion to pull away. He was warm and solid, like a life preserver in a dark, freezing torrent of sorrow. The formalities of the past months were far from your mind as you clutched onto his shirt, burying your face deeper. “I know you don’t like when people cry.”

Cecil let out an awkward chuckle, squeezing you tighter. “Is this about what I said yesterday? In your room?” One of his hands came to rest at the base of your neck, holding you closer. “I was joking. But if we could wrap this up soon, that would be great.” He smiled as you gave a sniffly laugh, pulling back to give him a playful slap on the shoulder.

After wiping your face off on the blanket still around your shoulders, you gave Cecil a smile. “Thank you.”

“You have nothing to thank me for,” he leaned closer to you, a serious but kind look in his eye, “you’ve made it through all of this yourself. I was just a shirt to snot on.” You couldn’t help but laugh louder, feeling much better than you did just moments ago.

Cecil stood and held his hand out. “Let’s go get the rest of your injuries checked out.” You took his offer, letting him help you stand as you both made your way to one of the empty hospital rooms. “And after, I could go for some ice cream.” He gave a wink.

Chuckling, you leaned on Cecil, your hands not separating. “That sounds great.”

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Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 2 (Revised Version)

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Cannon Typical Violence, Eventual Sexual Content

Specific Chapter TW: (Specifically at the End in a Nightmare) Physical Child Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Alluded To, Traumatic Dream Sequence

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Your healing process was going very well. When Cecil told you he had the best medical staff in the world, he definitely wasn’t lying. The doctors and nurses were very kind, helping you every step of the way, most times literally. You’ve been in physical therapy for about six weeks after healing for a few months, and the amount of support you’ve received is incredible. The wires were out of your jaw now, too, and it had healed up very well. It felt incredibly wonderful to be able to speak again, and taste Earth food— which was admittedly delicious.

Over the months The Guardians of the Globe would come to visit often and cheer you on. War Woman, who you learned is named Holly, started to warm up to you, showing you different exercises that would be good for your certain situation. Apparently she’s been in your boat quite a few times despite being a pretty powerful hero. It was definitely comforting to hear. Dark Wing had similar experiences, too, but he was a bit more reserved. You didn’t mind though, he didn’t have to be social.

Alana, Immortal, and Samson never had a shortage of stories or funny quips, making the whole ordeal a lot more entertaining, certainly. The amount of times you accidentally hurt yourself during PT by laughing too hard were more than you’d like to admit. Red Rush, or Josef, joined in from time to time too, but he was usually busy with other things. It was a shame, because he was quite entertaining when he wanted to be.

The chats with Martian and Aquarus were definitely something you found solace in. Having fellow aliens - one literally, the other more metaphorically - made you feel more welcome in the organization. It helped that they were very understanding of your reservations and anxieties about being in a whole different environment, as they had gone through it themselves.

Even Cecil would drop in from time to time, if just for a moment. Usually his conversations consisted of work, and what the plan was going forward, but there were a few brief, nice moments where the words between you two were genuine fun. You were talking to him now while trying to balance on your wobbly legs, a walker clutched in your hands for support.

“I can’t believe Jell-O,” you chirped, making your way slowly to one side of the room, “it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Cecil was staring at a tablet, tapping away at it busily. He glanced over at you, a slightly amused expression on his face, “you should try ice cream.”

“Do you have some here?” You asked excitedly.

“No, not in the hospital.” Cecil chuckled, “but you can get some tomorrow.”

You tilted your head in confusion, pausing your exercise to look at him, “why tomorrow?”

“You’ll be getting your own room. No more hospital bed.”

“Wow! Really? That’s so kind of— Whoa!” You leaned forward too far in your excitement, your hands slipping from the walker. It clattered to the floor as you fell forward. Cecil moved to catch you, but you caught yourself, flailing your arms frantically in a circle to regain balance. Once fully upright, you gave a small laugh. “I’m okay.” You leaned down carefully to grab the walker but Cecil beat you to it, setting it upright for you to lean on. Looking up at him, you gave a smile. “Thank you.”

He stepped back a few paces and cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable by the sudden closeness. “No problem.” The tablet in Cecil’s hand gave a frantic beeping, catching his attention. He gave a sigh and glanced at you. “I have to go. Me or one of my men will show you to your room tomorrow.”

“I hope it’s you.” You stated, unfazed by Cecil’s startled expression. “I like talking to you.” You’ve noticed humans aren’t as straightforward as they should be, especially with feelings. Unlike your species, they like to dance around subjects, or say one thing and inadvertently mean something completely different. It gave you a headache.

Cecil gave an awkward smile, and you could see his cheeks flush a bit. A sign of human embarrassment, you learned. “You really wear your thoughts on your sleeve, don’t you?”

“But I’m not wearing sleeves.” You responded, puzzled. This only made him laugh, a genuine one you hadn’t heard from him before. “You’re in a good mood today. I’m glad.”

“Yeah, well,” Cecil rubbed the back of his neck, “it’s uh, it’s been a good day.” His eyes sparkled a bit as he gazed at you. A rush of delight ran down your spine. All you could think of was how blue his eyes are.

Seemingly snapping out of a daze, Cecil turned and walked quickly towards the door, looking back briefly to say a short goodbye before disappearing. You stared after him for a moment, smiling, before continuing with your walking exercises.

“It’s huge!” You exclaimed, shuffling into your new home, cane in hand.

“That’s what she said.” Alana jeered, making Cecil roll his eyes. She had decided to come with and check out your new living space, too, after hearing you talk about it when she came to visit the day before.

Your new living arrangements was a rather large room in GDA headquarters, about as big as a full house and complete with a bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom. It was pretty barren though, save for the essentials, and a small bundle of presents on the dining room table. Your eyes lit up and you immediately wobbled over to them.

“Wow, you guys,” you picked one up. It was blue and from the Immortal, with yellow ribbon tied sloppily at the top. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. “I don’t know what to say. I haven’t done anything but cause you trouble, and you’ve been so kind to me.”

“Oh, please,” Alana came up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I’ve known the Guardians for years. I’ve known you only six months and you’re already my best friend.” She gave you a small squeeze. “You’re no trouble at all.”

“We had a choice to bring you in or leave you bleeding, and we chose you,” Cecil chimed in, “don’t be so hard on yourself. You can pay us back by getting better.” He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against a wall, giving you a smile. “Plus, I don’t do so good when people cry so— don’t.” You gave both of them a nod, too choked up for words.

After opening up the gifts, your new place felt more like a home. All of them were from the Guardians: decorations they thought you’d like or appliances you’d need. You had no idea what a panini maker was but apparently Josef really thought it was important, according to his card.

You sat with Alana and Cecil for a while, chatting about different things. It was calm, nice, something you hadn’t had in a long time. Your thoughts drifted to your previous life, to the turmoil, and to how far away it seemed now. It felt almost unreal how good everything seemed to be going, and how kind these people you met were in comparison. A satisfied sigh slipped through your lips and you leaned back in your chair. Suddenly a beeping rang through the room, and both Alana and Cecil looked at their watches.

“Oh shoot, gotta go,” Alana said, getting up and slipping her green stone into her mouth. “Emergency. I’ll talk to you later.” Morphing into her Green Ghost form, she flew towards the door and opened it, rushing to leave the building.

Cecil stood too, walking over to your new fridge. “I better go too, but first,” he opened the freezer, pulling out a carton of ice cream, “I was hoping we could all share, but work calls, as always.” He set the carton down on the table and turned to walk out the door.

“Wait!” You called, unable to control your sudden outburst. Cecil looked back. “Can I help? Or at least come along?” He thought for a moment, considering your words, before shaking his head no.

“Not yet. You will, I promise, but for now just sit tight.” With that he disappeared in a flash of light. Startled, you blinked away the sudden brightness that just assaulted your eyes. That certainly had never happened before. Must be an Earth thing.

With a frustrated sigh you put the ice cream back in the freezer and went to go lay down, drained from all the walking you did today. You were happy with your progress, but at times it seemed to be going so slow. You wanted to help, to be included. It didn’t feel good to be left behind, especially if there was something you could do. It got lonely.

Healing from injuries had been no stranger to you, but before now you had only dealt with flesh wounds, never something to do with bones. It was a whole new experience, and a long, tiring one. Once comfortable in your bed, covers up to your chin, it wasn’t long before your eyelids had grown heavy, and you drifted into a nightmare-filled sleep.

You’d had this one many times before. It was dark, and the iron tang of blood filled your nose. Heart racing, you whip your head around, frantically looking for anything in the darkness. Then, you see him. A tall, lean man with long, beautiful golden hair. He wore vibrant orange and red robes, and a crown the color of the flesh of grapefruit sat atop his head. He’s bathed in a beam of light, holding a young boy by the throat. The boy is screaming, gargling out urgently for help and thrashing his limbs in a futile escape attempt. There are deep gashes in the boy’s legs, arms, and torso, leaking streams of red that pool onto the black floor.

The man stares at you, narrowing his eyes maliciously. “Come here, pet.” He growls, shaking the young boy violently. “Come save him. Maybe your parental instinct will kick in if you see a child in agony.”

Your eyes grow hot and your throat tight as you try to fight your way towards the wailing boy, but some invisible force holds you in place. “Take me!” You screech. “Please, let him go and take me! I’m so sorry! I’ll try harder! It’ll work this time!”

Suddenly, you’re falling. Your heart leaps into your throat as you plummet down into a cold, dark abyss. Invisible knives slice into your side and carve up your face, sending blood spatter upward in a red shower. Weariness dragged at your bones, a soul sucking dread accompanying it. You were dying. Oh, god, you were dying.

“Help.” You breathe out, a pitiful noise in a wide expanse of nothing. “Help.” Your eyes began to close. The fight left your muscles. There was silence.

Then, your eyes shot open.

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Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 1 (Revised Version)

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Cannon Typical Violence, Eventual Sexual Content

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A piercing pain cut through your face, pulling your consciousness out of an inky black haze. Foggy shapes crept into the edges of your vision as a bright, white light stung your eyes. Lolling your head from side to side, you took in a strange room. Sharp, electronic beeping sounded to your right, and the smell of chemicals crept into your nose. The room was blinding, with chairs, curtains, and machines, all encompassed by a bright white not yet accustomed to your eyes. You saw the hazy, black outlines of people in the room, all staring at you with unseen eyes. The beeping grew louder, faster, and you trembled.

“They’re scared.” You heard one of the figures say. Gradually, the outlines became clear enough to tell certain features.

“No shit,” a smooth, but deeper voice grunted, “they just fell from space and landed themselves in intensive care.” A man with a large, swirling scar across the right side of his mouth sat in a chair next to your bed, staring at you intently. He had blonde hair to his shoulders, and his nose was littered with freckles. His eyes were cold, almost scrutinizing.

You tried to open your mouth to speak, but your jaw wouldn’t move. What came out was a rather pitiful, muffled groan. The man furrowed his brow. “Can you speak English?”

You nodded slowly.

The man gave a small nod in return, sitting back in his chair. “Your jaw is wired shut. Whatever the hell happened to you in space broke your face and got that nasty gash across it too.” His eyes darted toward your body. “You’ve been strapped down until you’re no longer considered a threat,” his eyes softened slightly, “though from the looks of you, I seriously doubt you are.” You flexed your arms and legs. Shiny steel cuffs clasped them tightly.

“Although,” a new voice spoke, capturing your attention. A woman clad in golden armor stepped up to your bed, and behind her you noticed a group of other strange looking individuals. They all stared at you with mixed expressions. “There has to be a reason why you were so gravely injured. Perhaps a situation in which you had to be… stopped. Forced into submission before you did something terrible.” The woman inclined her head, a sharp look in her eyes and her arms folded protectively across her chest plate.

You struggled with panic. The beeping of the machine grew rapid as you squeezed your eyes closed, feeling dizzy. There was nothing you could do to defend yourself. Again, you tried to open your mouth, straining against the wires embedded in your jaw. It was no use. You were terrified, and at the mercy of strangers.

“Easy, War Woman.” You snapped open your eyes; a large man with a beard stepped forward. “Let them recover and answer for themself.” He glanced towards you, a wary look on his face, “if they are a threat, we can handle it. There’s no use in aggravating them now.”

A deep relief set in your mind as War Woman stepped back. It was only then, when the adrenaline subsided, that the pain from your injuries became horribly apparent. The throbbing, deep gash across your nose was almost too much to bear, and it seemed your ribs broke all over again with every breath. You let your head slump against your pillow and let out a low groan.

“Everyone out,” the scarred man demanded suddenly, “I need to talk to them alone.” The group left without protest, and the scarred man stood. There was a scuffling before he pulled a device out of his pocket and held it out for you to see. It was a large ring of sorts, about big enough to fit over a basketball and seemingly made of metal. It had flashing boxes of technology welded into it. “This will allow you to speak without moving your mouth. It reads brain signals— or so I’m told. Do you mind?” You hesitated for a moment as he held the device level with your eye-line, before shaking your head no.

The man leaned over and secured the device to your head. Taking a step back, he put his hands in his pockets. “My name is Cecil Stedman. I'm the director of the Global Defence Agency, and the people you saw a few minutes ago are called the Guardians of the Globe. You’ve been in intensive care and unconscious for a month now.” He took one of his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowing pensively. “What’s your name, and where are you from?”

“A month? Oh, no.” Your eyes widened in surprise; your own thoughts, in a robotic voice, echoed around the room. Cecil relaxed his shoulders and smiled slightly. You guessed it wasn’t so much of what you had said, but the device working correctly that caused his sudden good mood. “I don’t have a name, and I’m from a planet called Ocrah. I mean no harm. I landed here by mistake. I can leave if it’s too much trouble.”

Cecil’s expression turned to surprise at your words, if not slightly amused. “You’re not going anywhere in your condition.” A sudden pain wracked your body as if on a universal cue, and you jolted, giving a high whine. Your wrists and ankles banged against the metal restraints as your body seized, and relaxed.

Cecil’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward, slipping the talking device off of your head. “We still have some questions for you, so you’ll be here for a while. Sit tight.” He put the device in a case, then snapped it shut. “I’ll let you rest for now, but I’ll be back tomorrow.” He turned and pressed a button on your bed, and in less than a minute a dozen medical staff bustled into the room. Before leaving Cecil stared you straight in the eye, his piercing blue irises holding a smoldering determination. “Stay alive.”

True to his word Cecil walked through your door the next day. From the time he’d been there last, you had grown accustomed to the strange situation you were thrust into. It helped that you weren’t cuffed to your bed anymore. Although you couldn’t walk, or really move your broken arms too much, being able to move freely definitely improved your optimism. You’d been dying to scratch your nose. The sight of humans - and at times, others - walking past the doorway didn’t startle you anymore, either. It’s a good thing, too, as that doorway was the only thing that you could stare at other than the ceiling. As you saw Cecil, you gave a slow blink in greeting. It was hardly noticeable, but all you could manage.

“Alright,” Cecil fished the device out of his pocket and fastened it to your head once again, “I’ve got more questions for you.”

“Good morning,” you blurted out immediately once the device switched on. “I don’t mean to be rude by disregarding your previous statement, but I feel it is important to greet people once you see them.”

Cecil paused and stared at you for a moment, then gave a snort. “I um… wasn't expecting that, I’ll be honest. Especially from an alien.” He gave a sigh, regarding you with an inquisitive look. “Good morning, I suppose.”

“I must tell you how much I appreciate the medical care. You are strangers to me, I don’t deserve this kindness.”

“Sheesh, are you usually this much of a kiss ass, or is this ‘happy-go-lucky attitude’ just so we don’t dump you on the street?” Your heart dropped at Cecil’s words, and you visibly shrunk back. There was a long silence as he stared at you with an intense scrutiny, and eventually you had to look away. After a few more moments, Cecil cleared his throat and continued awkwardly, “sorry, it’s been a long morning already.”

“What questions do you have for me?” You asked, continuing to focus on the far wall of your room.

There was hesitation again before Cecil spoke, “it, um, it seems from our information about your planet- which admittedly isn’t much - that you haven’t been in contact with Earth before.” You could hear him shuffle uncomfortably into a chair. “I know you said you landed here by mistake, but what were you doing in our orbit in the first place?”

“The leader of our planet forcefully removed me.” You responded.

“Why?”

“I couldn’t give him children.” Now the silence seemed deafening. You were aware it was a cruel and absurd answer, but it was the truth. “Is that an acceptable answer? I don’t wish to go into detail.”

“Yes, of course.” You were shocked at the gentleness in Cecil’s voice. You turned to look at him again. For the first time you noticed how tired he looked.

“What’s the next question?” You asked tentatively, feeling a bit awkward. Cecil perked up a bit, leaning forward in his chair.

“I’m assuming your planet has a government, or something like it, if you have a leader. Will they come searching for you? And if so, are they friendly?”

“I’m not sure. One would assume since I was removed, I wouldn’t be wanted back, but he is… strange. I wouldn’t count on predicting anything he does. And, no, he is not friendly.”

Footsteps sounded in the hallway outside of the room, making you both turn. A woman appeared with a potted flower in her hands.

“Hello,” she regarded the pair politely, “I just wanted to see how our patient was doing.” She gave a smile as she sat in the chair on the other side of your hospital bed.

“Alana.” Cecil greeted shortly, seemingly a bit annoyed at the interruption. He eyed the flower with equal disdain. You found it odd how irritated he was all of the sudden. “What’s that for? Don’t you usually get sick people bouquets?” He asked uncomfortably.

Alana gave Cecil a knowing look before turning to you. You craned your neck to look at the flower more closely, and a thrill of excitement went through you. “That’s a veradonya,” you explained, the robotic voice of the translator not properly relaying your excitement, “it’s a flower from my planet that you give to the sick. It’s said the scent helps with healing. How did you get this?”

“We had Immortal and Martian track it down. You’d be surprised how common they are on a small moon not far from here.” Alana hesitated when she saw the confusion on your face, then gave a small laugh. “Oh, right. You probably don’t recognize me.” Bending over in her chair, Alana dug around in a bag she’d brought with her, and pulled out a green stone. She slipped it in her mouth and in moments her form changed into a green, mannequin-like version of herself. “I’m the Green Ghost.”

You jerked in your bed, “oh, yes! Of course. I remember now.” You reached out with a trembling effort to take the plant from Alana’s hands. “Thank you very much. I cannot express my gratitude.”

From the other side of the bed, Cecil cleared his throat irritably. Alana let out a small chuckle and gestured towards him, “oh, and Cecil helped too.”

Cecil looked briefly flustered, tugging at his shirt collar, “that’s, uh, not what I meant, but you’re welcome.”

“He didn’t want his name on the present. Can’t have everyone knowing he has a heart.” Though Alana didn’t have visible eyes at the moment, you could sense she was giving Cecil a look. This only seemed to exasperate him more.

“Can’t we move on?” Cecil grumbled, folding his arms across his chest, “I’m kind of busy here.”

“Yes, Cecil,” you responded, glad that the device couldn’t translate a laugh, “what’s next?”

Cecil looked moderately satisfied with the compliance, smoothing his long, blonde hair back with his hand. “Once you’re recovered, you’ll have a few choices. You go somewhere other than Earth, if possible. You join the Guardians of the Globe, if you’re useful. Or you live a relatively normal life on Earth, monitored by us.” He fixed you with a stern look, leaning forward on his elbows. “You’ll have until the end of the year to decide. Regardless of what you choose, we’ll be watching you very closely.”

“Geez Cecil,” Alana piped up, not in her Green Ghost form any longer, “you give this speech to Martian, too? No wonder he joined. Was probably too scared to say no.” Cecil didn’t respond, just leaned back in his chair.

You took a few moments to consider your next words carefully before responding. “I’d like to be as useful as I can. So far, Earth has treated me a lot better than my own home planet.” You reached out a shaky hand towards Cecil, “and I can show you what I can do, if you give me your hand.” Cecil eyed your hand warily, then exchanged a look with Alana. Slowly, and after a few more moments of consideration, he reached out and took your hand in his, fixing you with a hard stare. You saw his expression gradually relax as a throbbing grew in your own head. A raging migraine had burst between your eyes and the back of your skull, causing you to wince. You retracted your hand and sat back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“You have healing powers,” Cecil stated, looking mildly impressed. His eyes flicked to your broken body, and he gestured to it, “why don’t you fix this, then?”

A rush of anxiety went through you. “I can’t heal myself.” You responded. It wasn’t the entire truth, you knew, but just enough of it. You could only take other’s injuries onto your own body, effectively healing them but hindering yourself. But that information was best kept secret. Who knew what these people wanted to do? “Only others.”

“How did you know I had a headache?” Cecil pressed.

“I guessed. You look… stressed.” You tried to calm your heart rate as the machine beside you began to beep rapidly. Opening your eyes, you saw Cecil noticed, too, but didn’t press further. Whether he knew you were lying or not, he didn’t say. Instead he stood, nodding toward Alana.

“You might be useful. We’ll see.” Cecil turned and, without a goodbye, slipped out the doorway.

Alana gave you a polite smile, “you’ll get used to him. Rest up, okay?”

“I will. Thank you, Alana.” Watching your new friend leave, you couldn’t help smiling to yourself. Even though they were virtually strangers, Alana and the others had been very good to you. It was a strange but welcome change to your life up to this point. You gave a relaxed sigh and snuggled deeper into your pillow. A sharp pain stung the top of your head as you got comfortable, and you realized Cecil had forgotten to take the talking device off. Staring at the ceiling, you decided to voice your thoughts. “Please, let this be a new start.”

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I try to be as accurate as possible to the source material for this fan fiction, but at times l'll get it wrong. The timelines for the Guardians of the Globe as well as Cecil are not as accurate as they should be but for the sake of wanting to have all the characters in here I fudged it. Just know that I understand not everything is accurate but let's just try to have a good time regardless!

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can i request a brett hand x reader where the reader brings brett to a family gathering and reader’s family gives him like a warm welcome and he finally gets the familial love he deserves,, i want that for him so baddd😭😭

Brett Hand x Reader: Home

Brett clutches onto his partner’s arm for dear life as they walk into a backyard barbecue. Usually he’d be ecstatic to come to a social gathering, especially when food and lighthearted fun were part of it, but this isn’t just some social gathering. This is a family gathering. (Y/N)’s family gathering,

It isn’t that Brett dislikes his partner’s family; it’s really the opposite. (Y/N) always has lovely stories to tell about them, and whenever he and them went to dinner with their parents they were absolutely lovely. But in seeing the sea of smiling faces that he only heard in stories, he felt more anxiety than he’d ever had in his life.

“Brett,” (Y/N) broke into his thoughts, “what’s wrong, honey?” They took Brett aside before they dove into the brunt of the party. Safely tucked behind some hedges, (Y/N) rubs his arm comfortingly.

Brett forces a smile and steals a glance over to the group of people, “I’m just nervous.” He let’s his smile falter a bit. “What if they don’t like me?”

“They will love you.” (Y/N) responds gently, wrapping him up in a hug. “And if you get too anxious, we can always leave. Okay?” They feel him nod and smile into their shoulder before pulling apart. Grabbing Brett’s hand, (Y/N) leads him over to the barbecue. A chorus of greetings erupt from the crowd as they emerge from the hedges.

“Hey mom, dad!” (Y/N) calls out as they walk toward them.

Brett relaxes a bit as he nears familiar faces, “hello mister and missus— omph!” Two burly arms wrap around Brett’s shoulders and his face is met with a broad chest as (Y/N)’s dad pulls him into a hug.

“Oh Brett! How’re you doing, son?” He gives Brett a few hard pats on the back before releasing him, only to be pulled into a - albeit a much softer - hug by (Y/N)’s mother.

“Hello dear!” With a kiss on the cheek she steps back and gives him a warm smile. Brett, almost bursting with familial affection, breaks out into a large, goofy grin.

(Y/N) leans over to whisper cheekily in Brett’s ear, “see? I told you they love you. They said hi to you before their own kid!” With a chuckle (Y/N) says hello to their parents and engage in some small talk before the group migrates to the rest of the party. The parents wander off to mingle with the rest of their family while (Y/N) and Brett start to help themselves to the food.

“Wow! Is this your boyfriend, (Y/N)?” A small voice pipes up beside the couple, startling them a bit. “He’s tall.”

“Hey kiddo, who might you be?” Brett crouches down to meet her level, a warm smile on his face. The little girl looks a bit taken aback, now bashfully looking at her feet.

“I’m (Y/N)’s niece.” She replies shyly.

“Well hello there!” Brett sticks out his hand, to which the girl grabs and shakes with a giggle. “Say, are you afraid of heights?”

“No, why?” Before she could get a response, Brett scoops her up on his shoulders and wobbles around. The girl let’s out squeaky, excited giggles as Brett takes dramatically big steps and pretends to teeter from side to side. (Y/N) looks on with affection, their heart swelling. Soon the rest of the kids, noticing a commotion, clamber over to Brett and beg for a turn on his shoulders. The more impatient of them decide to wrap around his legs.

Worrying it might be too much (Y/N) goes to break it up, but they stop when they see Brett’s face. An expression of a kind of joy they’d never seen before was lighting up his features as he played with the kids. The parents took notice and decided to join in too, scooping their own kids up and laughing as they play chicken on their shoulders. The joyous sounds coming from Brett were enough to burst (Y/N)’s heart. He hadn’t had this as a kid.

(Y/N) decides to leave them to it and go prepare plates of food for when they were hungry. By the time they came back Brett was sprawled on the grass, panting, with kids tugging on him to get back up.

“That’s enough you guys, let the poor man rest. There’s food for you over on the table.” With pouty lips the kids disperse to the tables at (Y/N)’s announcement, and Brett springs up at the mention of food.

The sun starts to sink in the sky after a few hours of mingling, turning the sky into a warm amber. Brett and (Y/N) say goodbye to everyone and head to their car.

A string of giggling and chatter comes from the couple who, though they had fun, are admittedly weary to the point of drowsy laughter. An arm loops around (Y/N)’s waist before they’re pulled close to a sturdy torso. “I love you.” Brett says softly, leaning down and peppering his partner’s face with kisses.

“I love you too. And so did they.” With little warning Brett lifts them up in a tight hug and a long kiss. (Y/N) makes a startled noise before giggling and wrapping their arms around his shoulders.

Pulling apart, he looks deep into their eyes, “thank you. I felt like I was at home. A real home.” With a final few kisses on (Y/N)’s face, he sets them down and opens the car door for them. “Now, let’s go watch some movies and sleep.”

“You read my mind.”

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mishibashimori · 2 years

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Sorry for the lack of content! Real writers block, but I’m working on it ;w;

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Heyo- I have no clue if you wright smut but-- uh-- brett tied up??? 👀

ITS ABOUT DRIVE ITS ABOUT POWER WE STAY HUNGRY WE DEVOUR but seriously this took me so long I’m so sorry but I really hope you like it!!!!

(NSFW) Brett Hand x Reader: Love Ties

Warnings: NSFW, Soft Bondage

Keys turning the lock on their front door alert (Y/N) that it’s time. They had been scheming this plan all day in order to surprise their boyfriend of two years: Brett Hand. He is the sweetest guy they’ve ever known, and tonight they want to do something nice, albeit naughty, for him.

Dimming the lights and adjusting their tremendously revealing outfit, (Y/N) settles onto the living room couch in a seductive pose. They knew him well enough to push the right buttons, and this would do just that.

Excitement stirs in their belly as Brett pops his head through the door, a cheery grin on his face. “(Y/N)! Guess who’s… home…” Brett trails off his usual greeting and freezes in the doorway, dropping his keys. His lips try to move and form words but he is utterly starstruck while his eyes wonder over (Y/N)’s exposed skin.

“Welcome home.” (Y/N) purrs, a bundle of bondage rope clutched in their hand. “I thought we could try something you talked to me about.” They rise to their feet and walk slowly over to Brett, bringing their hand up to run a finger along his jaw. He swallows audibly as they press up against his chest. (Y/N) falters a bit, glancing over Brett’s shoulder through the gaping doorway at the neighbors getting into their car. “Um— Brett, the door?”

“The door?” He murmurs dreamily, gazing into (Y/N)’s eyes. Suddenly his face lights up in embarrassment, “the door!” He whips around and slams it shut before one of the curious neighbor kids could peek in. (Y/N) let’s out a small laugh at his flustered face. Brett recovers quickly, though, seemingly bursting at the seams with anticipation. “S-so, uh. You wanna— uh. I’m mean— do you want to— ah.”

Even though the two have had sex multiple times throughout their relationship, Brett is always flustered and eager like it’s their first time. All hands and rosy cheeks and big, doe eyes. It always makes (Y/N) feel so special, seeing him enamored every time.

Feeling a burst of arousal (Y/N) slowly slips their hands under his button up, lightly touching his stomach and earning an eager whimper from him. “Come.”

With puppy like obedience Brett follows head over heels after his partner, who has their hand wrapped gently around his tie.

Once in the bedroom, (Y/N) guides Brett to the bed and gingerly pushes him down onto his back. His eyes are almost glazed over and his face is flushed all the way to his ears as (Y/N) climbs onto his hips. They untangle the rope they had been holding and give Brett a sultry smile. “You ready, sweet heart?”

A needy sigh escapes Brett at (Y/N)’s words, and he gives a nod. Looping the rope around his wrists, (Y/N) ties his hands to the head board with gentle kisses on his arms. Once they felt it was secure they sit back on Brett’s hips and pull their outfit off, giggling at his big round eyes. His fingers twitch in their bound state, begging to touch his partner.

(Y/N) tuts him softly as they move to unbutton his shirt. With a sweep of their hands (Y/N) exposes his toned abdomen and leans down, hovering their mouth over one of his already erect nipples. Teasingly, they flick their tongue over the hard bud before latching on. A high pitched whine escapes Brett’s throat as he bites his lower lip. (Y/N) peppers his chest with kisses before moving to the other nipple, twirling their tongue leisurely around it before gently squeezing it between their teeth.

Panting and whimpering, Brett bucks his hips slightly into his partner as they move to his neck. “Patience, sweet thing,” (Y/N) murmurs softly, dragging their tongue along his throat before sucking on a sensitive patch of skin. As his neck and collar bones are turned purple with hickeys, Brett can’t hold it in anymore. Moans of increasing pleasure fill the bedroom as he starts grinding into (Y/N)’s bottom. He attempts to speak, to plead, to beg, but all that comes out are garbled squeaks and euphoric, incoherent mumbling.

Once (Y/N) decides that his neck is properly attended to, they move down to his belt, sliding it out of the pant loops and unbuttoning his trousers. They hook a finger on the hem of his boxers and pull them down, freeing his dripping, throbbing cock. A noise from over their head alerts (Y/N) to Brett as he desperately fidgets his arms.

“I-I’m sorry I just— I want to touch you. Please, please I want to touch you.” Brett begs, his big, round eyes and quivering lips almost too much to bear. (Y/N) gives a smile and comes up from his hips to give him a long, deep kiss. He rears up to press his body flush with theirs, desperately trying to fill any space between them. (Y/N) could feel his hard, hot sex on their stomach and sticky, warm pre-cum trace a line to their belly button.

Reaching their hand down (Y/N) gently guides Brett into them. His thickness fills them up to the brim, and they let out a long awaited moan. Brett let’s out a sob of ecstasy as he fights to keep his hips still, but his eyes immediately search (Y/N)’s for any sign of discomfort. He tries to form the words to ask, but they’re lost in whines of pleasure. (Y/N) leans down and plants a kiss to his lips. “I’m okay, honey. Relax and let me take care of you.”

(Y/N) slowly starts to rock their hips, the slippery wet sound of Brett sliding in and out only sending him closer to the edge. His legs start to tremble and his whines get louder and more pleading, bordering on wails. An aching knot of hot bliss builds up in (Y/N) as they push Brett harder and harder into them.

“Good boy,” (Y/N) moans, gasping in between, “oh god, yes, good boy honey.”

“I-I’m gonna— f-fuck! Oh my god (Y/N) I’m gonna—“ With tears spilling over his red cheeks, Brett can barely get the words out over his sobs. He clenches his teeth, losing all forms of verbal communication and arching his back as he rides out his orgasm. (Y/N) drives him down deeper into them, closing in on their own climax and desperately trying to get every inch of him to drive into their core.

Finally the knot releases, sending white, searing pleasure coursing through (Y/N)’s throbbing and swollen heat as they throw their head back in a long moan. Brett utterly melts at the sound of their orgasm, almost cumming a second time and yanking his arms against his restraints.

Slowly the steady rocking of (Y/N)’s hips slow to a halt and they collapse onto Brett, both of them panting. A wet pop sounds after (Y/N) slides off of him, and warm semen pools out onto his hips, making him shiver with delight.

After a moment Brett let’s out a whine, grabbing (Y/N)’s attention. He tugs at his restraints with a small, playful pout. “Oh! I’m sorry.” (Y/N) laughs, leaning up and untying him. Immediately Brett sweeps them into a warm embrace, placing light, sweet kisses on their cheek and neck.

“I’ll go get some tissues to clean up!” Brett chirps, rolling (Y/N) over onto their back. “Do you want some water? I’ll get you a snack too.” Before they could respond, he’s already pulled up his boxers and is hurrying to the kitchen.

(Y/N) let’s out an affectionate sigh before yawning and stretching out on the bed. “I’m the luckiest person in the world.”

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mishibashimori · 2 years

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your writings for brett are so cute!! i love them sm!!

Awe geez thanks!! I was worried they were OOC! I’m so happy you like them!!

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Did a screen cap ‘cause I had to I mean come on

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Brett with a s/o who loves to bake. They're like babe check out these cookies I made ! And he's like I love you so much while stuffing his face. ☺️

Brett Hand x Reader: A Sweet for my Sweetie

(Enjoy the cavities from both the sweets and the fluff!)

Brett Fan Fic (Baker)

The sound of a front door opening and closing rouses (Y/N) from their work. Their hands are preoccupied with a whisk and a bowl full of cake batter, and their eyes stay glued to the little cat shaped cooking timer on top of the stove, but (Y/N) still laughs at the excited gasp that comes from the living room. The patter of sock clad footsteps sound across the carpet and skitter into the kitchen.

(Y/N) hears an excited giggle before arms wrap around their waist. “Is that what I think it is?” A voice squeaking with excitement sounds beside their ear. “My sweetie making me sweeties?”

“Of course it is!” (Y/N) replies, turning to give the bouncing man a kiss on the cheek. “You know I can’t help but bake on my days off. Too many things to try!” A sharp ringing sounds from the cat-timer, and (Y/N) breaks away from the man’s grasp to pull a sheet of cookies out of the oven and set them on the counter. With a swift tap on the cat’s head, the ringing ceases. “And wait for these to cool off, Brett. I don’t want you burning your hands… again.”

Brett gives a small pout before slinking over to the other baked goods littered all over the counters. His wide, round eyes take in the spread before him like it’s a spectacle to behold. “I am the luckiest man in the world!” He bounces on his tiptoes and wiggles his fingers over the various choices of sweets.

Throwing their oven mitts to the side, (Y/N) walks back over to the abandoned bowl of cake batter. With a quick glance around the kitchen, they decide to bundle the top of the mixing bowl with saran wrap and stick it in the freezer for later. “You’re free to eat as much as you—“ after closing the freezer and turning their gaze to the kitchen, an empty plate where the macrons were sits under the looming figure of Brett, his cheeks stuffed, “—want.” (Y/N) can’t help but let out a delighted giggle.

“This is so good!” Brett exclaims through his mouthful. He crosses the kitchen toward his partner and scoops them up, twirling them around. “Your hands are touched by baking angels!”

“What?” (Y/N) laughs, their heart fluttering at his antics, “don’t sell me short. They’re touched by the baking gods at the least.”

“Oh geez you’re right,” Brett replies, “how can someone this sweet not be touched by the gods?” He leans down, peppering (Y/N)’s face with kisses as they squirm with delight in his arms. They lean up, cupping his face and planting a quick but soft kiss to his lips.

“Wanna take some of these and watch The Land Before Time?” (Y/N) inquires, wiggling their eyebrows.

“This is why I love you.” He replies, snatching a plate of cookies and jogging to the living room with (Y/N) in one arm, and the plate of cookies in the other.

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