#jeez..

Cecil is constantly worried you might die.

Everyone’s eyes are constantly on you, watching for a mishap, a sudden blunder, something to exploit. To kill you with. Even if you’ve never lost a fight, he knows people are looking for a way to be your first loss.

You’re a target under his care, dating or not. He must do what he can to protect you, but maybe with the added pressure of love, this protective grip can be a little tight.

This looks a lot like tracking your every mistake, debriefing on everything that went wrong on missions as to not make the same misstep twice, and training the he’ll put you in is based on the intel he’s gathered.

He even has a small committee dedicated to finding every fault in your system, he’s meticulous.

Training is not only what debriefs are like, but him making you actively relive blunders through simulations, strength and endurance training, and the like. You could be about to lose consciousness, and he’d tell you to keep going goddammit! We’re pushing new limits here, this isn’t grade school! Go further or go home! Either that or he’d give you a small break and then a pat on the back to push you back out.

Of course, the relationship you two have is frayed because of this. One screaming match turned heart to heart finally cleared some of the air between his actions and his intent.

Cecil loves you, unquantifiably so. And with that he worries, a world without you is a world he doesn’t want. He needs to know that he doesn’t have to worry about you, that you have no margins for error.

Despite this, the obvious answer is that what he seeks is not possible.

Now depending on the reader, this argument could be “too little too late” or the “saving grace”.

If you’re a “saving grace” reader, things get better for the relationship.

Cecil is coming to terms with the fact that some circumstances must be left uncertain. No matter how much it aches him, he’s starting to learn how to trust in uncertainty, and more importantly, you. He’s learning the art of “trusting the process”.

There’s a little more lovey dovey, a lot less control. It’s nice, it’s breathable, it’s brings you both peace.

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“___” is a placeholder for your name btw I just don’t like Y/N for some reason

You were running towards the battlefield, your hips swayed atypically, vision ebbing in and out of focus, weighted breath. You hadn’t slept since Monday, it was Thursday today. Or at least you thought it was.

Cecil watched you closely. You were with the Guardians, helping to save a bank from being robbed by the Mauler Twins. It was easy with the Mauler Twins, always easy, this time it sure didn’t seem easy. You weren’t as sharp as you were, making error after error while his anger grew. He knew you knew that fact, feeling your famous confidence get etched away.

After the encounter, Cecil eyed you as you walked back to the GDA. You needed to talk to him apparently.

“Hey,” you address him, walking into his office.

His eyes continued their relentless dig. “Dont hey me, you look a mess. What the fuck was that?”

“Sorry, I—“

“There’s no “sorry” in this ___, those two idiots damn near beat cha’ to a pulp. You better thank the guardians for helping ya’ keep your winning streak or so help me.” He was so mad his facade was cracking.

You inhaled. “I mean do you know how many people saw that? Over four million on national news!”

“Cecil,” you sigh

“Ya’ need to realize the influence you have as Earth’s greatest hero—“

“Cecil.” A little louder…

“—If people are seriously led to thinking we’re susceptible, our enemies could get bolder!”

“Cecil..!” Louder…

“They could make an attempt on yer life goddamnit I could lose you! The world doesn’t need that! Ya’ need to be better!”

“Cecil!” Loudest. This got his attention

“WHAT?!”

“Fuck you.”

In his disbelief, you walk out the door of his office, going to take the nap you deserve whether he liked it or not.

Hard to tell if his love was just an affinity to what you’ve been reduced to, an emotional punching bag.

Sorry if this kinda sucks I’m operating on like half sleep and my beta reading doesn’t work until I’m like, 6 hours post fanfic writing and I refuse to wait that long. Gimme thoughts in your reblogs and comments!