Love at first sight for Cecil x oblivious reader? Fluff plz
Yessssssssssss, don't have to ask me twice. Honestly, I would have had this done and published by now if I didn't have work. Hope you enjoy. <3 (Kind of short, sorry.)
He never believed in love at first sight. In fact, he’d always thought the idea was ridiculous, something made up for movies and cheap romance novels, not something that could happen in real life. Love, in his mind, was built slowly, brick by brick, through trust and shared experiences. Anything else was just infatuation wearing a prettier name. And then…he saw you.
As cliché as it sounds, it hit him before he could even make sense of it. One second, you were just a stranger in his line of sight; the next, the world seemed to still, the noise around him fading to a distant hum. It wasn’t just the way you looked, though that certainly caught his attention; it was something else. Something in the way you carried yourself, the unguarded expression in your eyes, like you belonged exactly where you were in that moment.
He tried to brush it off. Told himself it was nothing more than curiosity, a fleeting flicker of interest that would vanish as quickly as it came. But the truth clung stubbornly to him, settling into the quiet corners of his mind. Every small detail about you, from the way you spoke to the way you moved, felt like it had already etched itself into him. He hated how fast it happened. He hated how powerless it made him feel. And yet, for the first time, he didn’t entirely mind.
This man wouldn’t ever straight-up tell you he has feelings for you. Hell, he wouldn’t even let himself fully believe it. The very idea would be something he’d shove into the deepest corner of his mind, smothering it before it had the chance to grow into something dangerous. Because if he named it, if he gave it shape, it would become real, and real meant vulnerable. Real meant you could hurt him.
So he told himself it was nothing. Just a passing fondness. A trick of the moment. The kind of warmth that could be explained away as curiosity, anything but what it really was. And yet…there were the moments that betrayed him. The way his voice softened without his permission when he spoke to you. The way he’d remember the smallest, stupidest details you’d shared. The way his eyes sometimes lingered just a heartbeat too long, before he caught himself and looked away, like the feeling had never been there at all.
If anyone ever called him out, he’d deny it with a scoff, an easy smirk, maybe even a sharp remark to throw you off balance. And still, later, alone, he’d feel that tightening in his chest again, the one he couldn’t quite shake. But he’d bury it deeper. Always deeper.
Only people who knew him well would ever catch the shift in his behavior, so realistically, that meant Donald. To everyone else, Cecil would seem exactly the same as always: composed, calculating, perfectly in control. The differences were small, almost invisible unless you were paying close attention. A lingering glance here, a slightly softer tone there, the faintest hesitation before speaking your name.
If you were truly oblivious, it would take ages before anything actually happened. Cecil wasn’t the type to push, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to hand you the truth on a silver platter. He’d keep it locked up tight, maybe letting it slip in little ways that you’d never think twice about, offhand comments, a rare joke at his own expense, a tendency to be around just a little more often than coincidence would allow.
Eventually, though, that patience would start to wear thin. Cecil didn’t like games when they weren’t on his terms, and your lack of awareness would start to feel less like innocence and more like stubbornness. By that point, he’d either blurt it out in a moment of irritation, sharp, unfiltered, and almost daring you to react, or Donald, fed up with watching the whole silent charade, would decide to intervene. And Donald, of course, wouldn’t bother with subtlety. He’d just say it plainly, in that way only he could, leaving Cecil somewhere between exasperated and mortified.