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milk-ducts · 5 months

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You know, I'm in love with the concept of platonic yandere Cecil having to deal with a hero teenager, whom while being very powerful, is also very prone to accidentally befriending villains because they're just genuinely a sweet person. Dear god imagine Devil's reaction if the villains of the show also became platonic yanderes for this oblivious yet kind person, I wonder how Cecil would react

cw;; unhealthy dynamics ,, isolation,, murder is mentioned,, gaslighting,, toxic shit ,, yandere galore !!!!!

,m sorry .. i just love the thought of a possessive parental-like cecil. hes so mother .. if its not ur thing moots, please skip < 3 i dont write extreme dark content . and i don't plan on ever doing it !!

Awahhfhg,, are they trying to give him a heart attack?? HE would not take it well. He's not willing to accommodate to others—especially villains—trying to embed themselves into Reader's life !!

Reader just had to be too damn sweet n trusting for their own good. The thought of those piss-ants worming their way into Reader's good graces and taking advantage of their kindness made Cecil's blood boil. He'd be monitoring them closely, that's for sure. Let them make one wrong move, give him one reason, and he'd make them regret ever laying eyes on Reader.

But Cecil's first order of business would be giving Reader a stern talking to about proper protocol and personal safety. Honestly, how did they make it this far without someone threatening them into compliance? Not that Cecil would ever actually threaten Reader. He just wanted them to understand the severity of cavorting with criminals. If they refused to see reason, well Cecil would just have to take matters into his own hands. Some "time-off" (aka coerced isolation) for the teen!reader here, a few villains disappearing from the face of the earth there. Whatever it took to keep Reader safe, whether they realized it or not.

Murder was always a last resort. Cecil preferred more subtle methods of control. He'd manipulate events to his favor, arrange "chance" encounters, do a bit of gaslighting if necessary. Anything to keep Reader dependent on him. They were his, after all, and he'd be damned if he let some two-bit villains take what was under his supervision.

So basically, there’s little tolerance for their villain buddies. Nope! he won't share with potential dangers to humanity AND reader;; won't make truces either, not even feigned ones. Reader belonged to Cecil and Cecil alone.

#invincible #invincible season 2 #cecil stedman #yandere invincible #yandere x reader #yandere cecil stedman x reader #invincible spoilers #yandere invincible x reader #platonic yandere #cecil stedman x reader #invincible x reader #milkyrambles #milkyasks #ik i mentioned in an earlier ask that he might not coddle reader but this is a diff scenario which i think he'd be vastly paranoid with #SORRY VILLAIN BUDS .. this man has is stressed enough as it is .#yandere cecil stedman #i personally think a yan cecil wouldnt be too intense . in fact he's pretty mild compared to potential yans like .. FKING nolan for example #hes only really active in reader's life if its something that endangers them such as:#villains or the reader themselves.#other than that . you wouldnt even be able to tell he even cares for reader << this is well intentioned . he cannot risk you getting harmed

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yourcryptidwendi · 4 months

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Dude as a fellow Cecil enjoyer, I would love to hear your Cecil ideas

Yes! Okay so for one I think if Cecil ever let his guard down enough to become enamored with an s/o he would definitely become obsessed with them. This man would do anything and sacrifice anything for earth. So for you to be the exception? Oh he wouldn’t let you go anytime soon. Maybe he found you in the office, a sweet little assistant that always brought him coffee. Do you know how stressful it is preventing homicidal aliens from destroying the earth? Of course he needs the relief! You’re just so sweet he can’t help but spill all of his thoughts to you. It’s likely that you double as his therapist (not that you’re getting paid extra for that, not like you can complain either.) His concern for you would be cute if he didn’t know about things you never mentioned. Like how you got mugged the day before, when did you tell him about that? He offered to take you home one day and now it’s become a routine. He worries about you when you go home. What if something happens? Someone could break in and hurt you! And when you tell him how you live in a dangerous neighborhood? Well it wasn’t like it was intentional but when he drove you home again he took a few detours, you questioned him about it and he said don’t worry but now you’re at his house and he’s insisting that you stay over “it’s safer here, I can protect you.” well he’s still the one writing your paycheck and you do feel safer. Sometimes you can’t help but feel like someone is watching you.

I like to think Cecil would never let his s/o out of his sight, he's seen too much shit and knows that anything can and will happen so he can’t take any chances. He would never admit that though. You would never know it was him giving you that chill down your back. He's always so busy, where would he even find the time? He may act like a asshole sometimes and you may not agree with everything he does but you would be a liar to say he doesn't care for you. In his own twisted little way.

Um I guess this is my first ask?? That's kind of crazy! I really enjoyed that haha :>

#wendimayhavedivulgedabit..#cecil stedman x reader #invincible #yandere cecil stedman #obsessive love

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xforce2009 · 4 months

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NSFW CECIL STEDMAN HEADCANONS:

- he prefers to have a deep romantic connection in order to initiate a sexual relationship - he is an excellent kisser, the make out sessions leave you breathless - great at foreplay - he pays very close attention to your erogenous zones - kissing, massages, cunnilingus, fingering and nipple play are his go-to's - puts more emphasis and time into giving you pleasure; he doesn't want you to feel as though you're doing all the work - asks if you're comfortable and want him to continue with what he's doing every so often - is a versatile - can be a top or a bottom depending on the partner, but does prefer to be more submissive and accommodating with someone he has a more developed relationship with - he loves praising you in bed - "you're absolutely gorgeous/beautiful/hot/sexy", "you taste so good", "you feel amazing" - loves looking into his partner's eyes while having sex - his favorite positions are the ones where he can see your face and be able to look deeply into your eyes - it makes him feel more connected to you and makes seeing you come all the more intense - gets really turned on when you moan - also, bc it helps him to know that you are actually enjoying the experience - he always makes sure that you come before he does - will be glad to help clean up and provide any aftercare to make sure you're completely comfortable after you both finish - as you both lay in bed naked and satisfied, Cecil will tell you soothing words in a low, honeyed voice while he holds you close in his arms, kissing your lips softly until you both fall asleep

#invincible #cecil stedman #female reader #afab reader #cecil stedman x reader #cecil stedman headcanons

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mishibashimori · 1 year

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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!

#cecil stedman fanfiction #cecil stedman invincible #cecil stedman x reader #cecil x reader #invincible fanfiction #invincible show #cecil stedman #invincible #green ghost #immortal invincible #war woman #darkwing invincible #war woman and green ghost are gay #guardians of the globe

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jellyfishrnice · 2 months

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I need him so bad I'm going insane. I'm frothing at the mouth plz Cecil one chance

#cecil stedman x reader #I love you Cecil

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gatorbites-imagines · 16 days

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you guys should send me invincible requests *blinks cutely*

ive only finished season 1 but im already watching season 2, so feel free to send requests about the characters.

i have also only read like the first 13 issues of the comics, so most if not all my knowledge is based on the show and the wiki.

Note that my fave is def Mark at this point, but many of the characters have grown on me, especially Darkwing 1 and 2, Immortal, Rex, etc. ill even write about the flaxans at this point, cuz why the flaxan leader kindaaaa.... also a big fan of the evil versions of invincible.

Ive already had a few ideas, like a reader thats kinda based around mysterio from marvel. Or maybe the reader being green ghost, or even some viltrumite reader stuff.

and yes, of course i write smut too 🔥

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clemberryfriends · 1 year

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YALL THE TRAILER FOR SEASON 2 INVINCIBLE IS COMING OUT LEGIT TOMORROW

If I don’t see no new content with Mark x Reader or some Wattpad stories with Mark x reader all hell is breaking loose Istg😔

But anyways IM SO EXCITED FOR SEASON 2 MANNNNNNN😤😤

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archangelsquill · 3 years

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to hell and back || damien darkblood x reader

pairing: damien darkblood x partner reader (gn, no y/n)

fandom: invincible

word count: 1448

summary: after omni-man flees earth and things begin to settle down, cecil feels he owes you -- the demon detective’s partner in solving crime -- a favor.

warnings: none

a/n: a sequel to this. darkblood deserves better, and by the gods, i’m giving it to him! enjoy, my fellow simps.

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“If anything happens to them, on your head it will be, Cecil!”

Those were the final words of the demon as the pits of hell called him home, and as Cecil met his gaze, he knew it was no threat. It was a promise, and though he considered himself a bastard, Cecil saw no need to keep you in danger. He knew without Darkblood around, you were a target for Nolan. He’d already had security detail on you, but against Omni-Man, he knew it was useless. If he ever decided he wanted you dead, there’d be nothing stopping him.

Then, if Cecil was lucky (or maybe unlucky) to stay out of the warpath, he’d have Darkblood breathing down his neck, even with such distance between this world and his.

Sending him back to Hell wasn’t something Cecil wanted to do. It was a necessity. He owed him big time for that, and he’d start with keeping you off Nolan’s radar.

The official report was that you’d gone to stay with an imaginary Aunt Sue, somewhere in the Dakotas, but the reality was you were to be kept in the Global Defense Agency Headquarters -- well hidden, out of sight, and away from Nolan Grayson.

No one told you a thing. You’d been in your apartment, waiting for Damien to show up with those coffees he’d promised. Evidence, photos, and papers of theories and notes were scattered around the small space, occupying every inch of surface area, as you paced, a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach growing stronger and stronger the longer your demon detective was away. Something was wrong, and as Cecil Stedman appeared suddenly before you, making you jump out of your skin, you knew for sure.

“You’re the demon’s partner, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I guess you’re Cecil.”

“You guess right. You need to come with us.”

“Why?”

“You’re not safe anymore.”

“What?”

“I can’t answer your questions now. Pack a bag. You won’t be coming back for a while.”

You didn’t argue. You didn’t have a choice.

The Global Defense Agency took care of your monthly expenses while you were gone, as if that made any of this less scary or confusing. All you’d been told was Damien was back in Hell, Cecil put him there, and you were in danger.

No one told you much else. Cecil had acted civil toward you -- kind, even -- but it didn’t help. Damien was gone, it was Cecil’s fault, and life may never be normal again.

All because you two asked questions.

Because you wanted the truth.

And you both had paid the price: freedom.

Meanwhile, Omni-Man roamed free, ready to kill again.

You lost count of how long you’d been at GDA HQ when Nolan finally struck.

Initially, you’d been barred from the control room, but Cecil let you choose to watch the chaos or stay blind to it.

You choose not to watch. No one needed you to be in the room when all of the ruin, disaster, and chaos you and Damien knew would happen happened. Based on what Cecil told you after, you were glad you decided to stay out of it.

All of those innocent people, now dead. All of that destruction. All of that carnage, and for what? Omni-Man had fled.

It was for nothing.

And Debbie…

You’d offered as much comfort as you could. You knew how it felt to lose a loved one (it took all you had not to look pointedly at Cecil when you told her that) and the woman needed someone to lean on. Someone not quite so cold as Cecil.

And he’d watched you. Despite everything, you comforted Debbie and Mark, putting on a brave face as if you haven’t lost everything, too. Cecil knows you’re still hurting -- why wouldn’t you be?

Cecil was many things, and a man who paid his debts was absolutely one of them.

He’d been searching since he put Darkblood back in Hell for it: the spell to undo what he did. To summon him back. His plan was always to bring him back, if such a thing existed. He’d had his people looking for months with no luck, and he’d already given you the all clear to go home, with the promise your rent and utilities were paid for until you could get back on your feet.

Yeah. Right. How the fuck do you do that? Your partner -- not only in profession but your partner -- was gone, your office had been trashed, and your apartment felt so empty it was somehow suffocating.

For weeks after you’d returned, you’d laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling, jumping at any change in the temperature, hoping one day you’d look up and see him, only to find it was the apartment complex’s shitty circulation.

The news talked about things going back to normal, yet normal sounded like a foreign language now. How was the world supposed to be any kind of normal again?

Cecil made a few visits to check on you, but you regarded him with coldness that could rival that of Damien’s. He couldn’t blame you.

You’d lost track of the days when the sigh that escaped your lips was accompanied by a small fog. You froze, sitting up from your temporary home on the couch before exhaling again. Just to be sure.

And there it was again: the small visage of your breath indicating the decrease in temperature you’d been ignoring out of lost hope.

“Damien…?”

“Yes, amare?” the gruff baritone was music to your ears as you turned toward your kitchen. There he was: red, large, and intimidating -- yet that soft look in his gaze remained, as if no time at all had passed.

“Damien!” you leapt over the couch, nearly tumbling to the ground before two strong arms grab you, pulling you into the warmest yet coldest bear hug you’ve ever gotten.

“Sorry for delay. Had to...speak with Cecil...” he rumbles, clawed hand carding through your hair, “Need to be ‘debriefed’ but...had to see you.”

“I can tell you what you missed.” you mumble, burying your face in his arms. He pulls you tighter still, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Later,” he says.

And for a moment -- how long, you’re not sure -- you both just sit there on the living room floor, holding each other in a silent, loving embrace. Tears stream down your face, stinging from the cold emanating from Damien. His hand moves to brush them away, and the contact makes you cry more. You missed him. It had been so long.

After what felt like forever, you part -- just enough to look at each other. He, of course, looks no different. Demons didn’t age like humans did. You, however, probably look like shit. You hadn’t looked in a mirror in forever, but you knew your hair was much longer. You hadn’t bothered to get it cut in...how long had it been? It wasn’t like you could’ve gotten it cut, anyway. The city had been rebuilding, and getting anywhere was...well, hell.

“Beautiful as the day I lost you,” he says, and your tears well up again.

“I know I look like shit, Damien,” you say, trying to laugh off the sudden absence of your grief. He smiles slightly -- a rare sight.

“To me you look like heaven, amare,” he replies.

Amare. His nickname for you. You think its Latin, but you’ve never looked into what it means. You never asked, either, assuming he’d just tell you one day.

But you almost lost him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look into it after he was gone, and now that he was here again….you decide to ask.

“You’ve called me that since we became partners. What does it mean?”

“Supposed to be a detective.” he replies. His own attempt at a joke, you muse. You’re in no mood for it.

“Damien, please.”

He looks at you fondly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Love. It means love.”

You should’ve figured, yet you find yourself crying again, and his arms wrap tighter around you in a protective, loving embrace.

There was more to be said between you two. You both know it. What happened to Damien in Hell? How did everything with Nolan go down here? Now that Cecil knew how to banish and summon Damien as he pleased, what would become of your demon detective?

All need answers. Resolutions.

But not now.

Now was the time for healing: for the world, for humanity, and for you and your demon in that tiny apartment.

You had him back, and though so much hangs in the air, that was enough.

#damien darkblood x reader #damien darkblood #damien darkblood/reader #clancy brown x reader #I HAVEN'T POSTED IN SO LONG AND I AM SO SORRY

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clit-eastwood-spicy · 3 years

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Please for the love of God, someone make some Cecil Stedman x reader shit.. I'm dying and I don't think my writing would do the man justice oof

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I live for the sheer angsty idea of platonic yandere Cecil with a hero!reader. The angsty part is that while they're an excellent hero and take their work very seriously, they have some serious OCD about making sure EVERYTHING goes right, to the point where they neglect taking care of themselves and stay up all night in case they're needed. I just know my OCD-having self would overthink everything if I were a hero in Invincible. Imagine Cecil realizing his poor kid is NOT okay whatsoever :(

LET ME SLIDE IN RQ !!! in love with this hc btw <3 hope you don't mind me giving my take on it.

cw;; yanderes and all,, unhealthy power dynamics,, ableism and infantilizing maybe (?) ,, confinement

As the Director of the GDA, and with Reader under his care. Cecil would undoubtedly notice their concerning behavior and habits that stem from their severe OCD, even if no one else does. While he presents himself as cold and detached, Cecil cares far more deeply for the reader than he lets on. He sees them as instrumental to the continued safety and security of humanity, but also views them with a certain protectiveness, like a mentor or guardian. Their obsessive drive to 'get everything right' at the cost of their own health and sanity would worry him greatly.

Cecil isn't one to hover or coddle - he gives the reader their space and trusts in their abilities. But he monitors them closely, taking note of the signs of deteriorating mental state and exhaustion. The bags under their eyes, delayed response times, lapses in judgement. He knows the reader pushes themselves too hard in a vain attempt to eliminate any possibility of failure or imperfection. Their desire for control stems from a place of deep insecurity that they aren't good enough, that people will get hurt if they don't give 200% of themselves at all times.

In private, Cecil would confront them about this harmful behavior, hoping to talk some sense into that stubborn head of theirs. He'd express his concern for their wellbeing in his typical abrasive way, not mincing words about the damage they're doing to themselves. But beneath the harsh admonishments, his care and worry for them would be apparent. Cecil wants the reader to thrive, not run themselves into the ground for the sake of being the world's 'perfect' hero. He knows their limits better than they do themselves. If talking doesn't work, Cecil would take matters into his own hands to ensure they get the rest and recovery they so desperately need, even if it means subjecting them to solitary confinement. He's willing to be the control-freak many believe him to be if it means saving them from themselves.

Cecil would make a terrifying yandere,,, almost in his own subtle way. His brand of obsessive 'love' and protectiveness manifests through control, thinking he knows best and will do whatever must be done for the reader's own good - whether they agree or not. You clearly have no capacity for self-control, so he's willing to fill that role of structure in your life, he's the perfect candidate for it after all.

So in conclusion, he'd forsake and disregard OCD!reader's autonomy if he sees them overtaxing themselves. but hey ,, atleast he cares < 3

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yourcryptidwendi · 4 months

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Can someone please post the Cecil Stedman x reader? Do you want me to beg? I mean I’ll do it but damn. Also I dont wanna hear “but wendi he’s old as fuck” YAP. YOU’RE YAPPING IN MY EAR RN. If anyone needs ideas on what to write I have the solution to your problem. 😏

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Strictly Professional | Chapter Two | Sanctified

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Explicit (Strong Sexual Content)

It wasn't long before Cecil had asked you if you were interested in another mission. You took it with little hesitation. It wasn't that you didn't deliberate on the offer, but this time was different.

You met with Cecil at the rendezvous point. The meeting spot being an old, dilapidated corporate building just outside of the city.

You arrived via one of your portals. You fell from the void, landing swiftly on both feet with one knee touching the ground.

You stood up from your kneeling position to compose yourself. You saw Cecil staring out at the black horizon with his hands behind his back. He was as stoic as ever; one could have mistaken him for a statue if it wasn't for the midnight breeze bringing a subtle swaying movement to his jacket and silver hair.

"You know how to make an entrance." Cecil remarked, his eyes still fixed on the tall buildings in the distance.

"I do." You walked up beside him. "Among other things."

Cecil gave you a sidelong glance, quirking his brow at your insinuation. "And what would those be, exactly?"

"You'll find out if you play your cards right."

Cecil's eyes narrowed, "Really."

"That's why I'm here, remember?" Your eyes locked onto his. "So I can exhibit my ability to perform during every mission I agree to take on." The ends of your lips curled into a playful smile. An unmistakable trace of mischief now written across your features.

Cecil turned, his sharp gaze piercing into you. "You think I don't already know what you're capable of?" He inched forward, closing the distance between you. "I know you more than you know yourself."

A sudden chill crawled up your spine. You did your best to maintain a calm demeanor at his menacing assertion.

You both stared into each other's eyes without saying another word. The tension between the two of you stretching the moment out into what felt like a lifetime.

You opened your mouth to speak when Cecil decided to break the ice.

"I'm sorry." He let out a heavy sigh. "I didn't mean to make things uncomfortable."

Cecil planted his hands on his hips and looked out at the city again. The strange situation left you racking your brain for something sensible to say, but nothing came. You looked up at Cecil and found yourself facing the city with him. In that moment, the words were revealed to you.

"It's fine," you admitted. "Just tell me what I need to know about the mission."

Cecil let out another sigh. "There's four sentries guarding the warehouse. They're nothing special, your standard ex-military convict background." He handed you a comlink. "Once you get past them, you'll meet me here."

You nodded curtly, activating your comlink.

You felt eyes watching you as you dove off the ledge and into a portal on the ground below.

A pang of uncertainty unfurled in your chest when you returned to the rooftop. The operation was a success as you managed to come back nearly unscathed. You were satisfied with that outcome. Your only concern was whether or not Cecil still considered you to be a trustworthy asset.

You found the director at the rendezvous point. His face turned in your direction. You maintained an air of professionalism as you approached him.

"It's good to see you made it back." His features visibly softened as he looked at you. "Are you injured?"

"No, nothing serious." You stated. "Just a few scrapes."

You thought that maybe luck was one of your other abilities you were able to conjure when you felt your cheek begin to sting. A drop of blood ran down your face from an open cut on your left cheekbone.

You were about to wipe the blood from your face when Cecil took out a restorative band from his jacket.

"Do you mind if-"

"It's fine. Go ahead."

Cecil peeled off the film from the adhesive. Strong, yet deft fingers placing the healing aid across your cheekbone. Gently, he brushed the pad of his thumb against the strip to keep it in place. Once he was done, his hand hovered over your cheek for a moment before he moved away.

Your eyes met his. His piercing blue gaze woke something dormant within you. You brought your hand up to his, allowing him to cup your cheek. The palm of his hand was cool to the touch as he caressed your lower lip with his thumb. Looking deeper into his eyes, you went for the kill.

Your lips locked onto his in a heated kiss. Cecil reciprocated, moving his lips in tandem with yours. Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders into a tight embrace, you deepened the kiss. He held you tight in his arms in return. You moaned against his lips as he placed a large hand on the nape of your neck to bring you in closer.

You pressed into him even more wanting to take in his heat when Cecil broke away from the kiss.

"We can't stay here." He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. "I can take us to my place. Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah, let's go."

With a firm grip on your shoulders, Cecil teleported both of you to his bedroom. Your world was a flash of white for a second. You took a moment to recompose yourself. The room was almost pitch black, save for some filtered moonlight streaming through a small, shaded window. As your eyes adjusted, you saw that the room looked completely untouched.

"Are you sure you still want to go through with this?" Cecil's voice cut through your reverie. "You could back out now if you changed your mind."

For a moment, you feigned contemplation.

"Well, seeing as that I'm already here..." You whispered, your voice dripping with lust. "I think I want to see where this takes us."

At that, Cecil picked you up by the hips in one swift motion, making your face level with his. You wrapped your arms and legs around him. His hands firmly held you up from your ass as he carried you over to the large bed. He rested his knee on the end of it to support himself, making sure to lay you down on the sheets before joining you. His hands were squeezed your wrists placing them above your head while he pressed into you, keeping you in place.

Both of you resumed your passionate kiss from earlier. Your lips moved with Cecil's, finding a perfect rhythm with his. You ran your tongue along his lower lip as you opened your mouth wide enough to give him more access to you. Cecil gave you entry in return, your tongues gliding against each other.

Cecil panted as he broke away from the kiss to sit up beside you. He discarded his suit jacket and started undoing his shirt. You followed suit, removing your articles of clothing. You threw your jacket aside. When you finished taking off more clothing, you attempted to unzip your bodysuit. Cecil then offered his help by freeing you from it, revealing your naked torso. Cecil found himself mesmerized by your beauty. He took in your bare form as you laid back down on the bed.

Cecil came down to meet you. He held your face with both hands and pressed soft, tender kisses to your lips. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, matching his tenderness. Before long, Cecil laid kisses on your jaw, neck, and collar bone until he reached your chest.

Cecil planted soft, wet kisses on your supple breasts while he massaged them with his large hands. You gasped as he enveloped his lips around your areola, sucking on it gently. He pinched your other nipple, rubbing the hardened bud with his thumb and index finger. Continuing his ministrations, Cecil circled his tongue around your nipple. You could feel the wet building in between your thighs as he kept going.

You caressed the back of his head. Running your fingers through his silver hair, it was softer than you expected. You went down feeling along his shoulder blades. His muscles relaxed as you scratched his back.

In this moment, you wanted him to do so many more things to you.

You could have sworn he read your mind as he grazed his teeth against your wet nipple. It sent you over the edge once he started vigorously lapping at it, making you arch your back into him.

Cecil then left your bare chest as he kissed down your torso to your center. He licked and sucked your inner thigh while staring directly at you. You felt your pussy pulse with pure desire as you stared back. You spread your legs, revealing yourself to him. His fingers brushed against your folds as he stroked you. He pushed his middle and index finger up on either side of your clit to coax it out of hiding. Keeping his fingers there, he gave your aching clit a swift lick. You moaned as you threw your head back at the sensation. He smirked at your reaction.

Cecil swept his tongue along your pussy. Licking your sensitive clit mercilessly, he then brought his fingers to push into your sex. Feeling just how sopping wet you were, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction with himself for still knowing how to get someone off. Continuing to lick at your folds and clit with his tongue, Cecil started to move his fingers inward while inside you. Your eyes glazed over as he stimulated different erogenous zones at once.

You felt yourself edging closer to your climax. He watched you as you writhed against him. He wanted you to feel this as he picked up speed. He kissed your clit sensually as he stimulated your g-spot. You moaned loudly, finally reaching your peak.

Cecil kept going with no sign of stopping. You felt the waves crash over you as you rode out your climax. You worked at your nipples, wanting to feel the full extent of your orgasm. As you cried out, Cecil tore himself away from you to rapidly rub your clit back and forth. You came hard, transparent juices shooting out from your pussy.

When you stopped seeing stars, you noticed Cecil watch you hungrily as you spasmed from the aftershocks. You could see the outline of his erection. He was bigger than you had hoped and was clearly endowed with a substantial length and girth. You were absolutely ready for him.

You sat up to kiss him, bringing him down to press against you on top of the sheets. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he guided the head of his cock towards your entrance. Cecil sighed as he slipped the head of his throbbing dick into your slick heat. You felt him reach deep inside of you. You were caught off guard by how he filled you just right.

Cecil kept a steady pace when he started thrusting into you. You mewled as you felt his huge cock glide against your g-spot over and over again.

You both looked into each other's eyes before you leaned in to lock him in a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, intensifying the kiss. You wanted more, so you let him glide his tongue over yours as he drilled into you.

You moaned into the kiss as you came on his cock, your pussy pulling him deeper into your core. You broke off the kiss to bite into his neck. You sucked and lapped at the love bite. Cecil groaned, pounding into you even harder.

You dug your nails into his back as you felt yourself getting closer to your final orgasm. His thrusts became shallow when your warm flesh tightened around his girth. You called out his name. Cecil held you in a tight embrace as you both came together. You both locked lips again, kissing each other languidly. He pumped himself into you, filling you with his come.

You both stopped once Cecil pulled out. He removed himself to lay down beside you. You pulled the covers over yourself, getting comfortable under the soft sheets. He did the same. Cecil wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. You rested your head on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as you both basked in the afterglow.

Cecil stroked the back of your head, and carefully placed your loose strands of hair behind you. After doing so, he saw that you had quickly fallen asleep. He held you closer to his chest, silently joining you in a (much needed) restful sleep.

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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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Disclaimer:

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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