Cicero X Reader - Tumblr Posts

Hey, I don't know if my ask went through. If it did, feel free to ignore this. (My tumblr has been acting up recently)

I was wondering if I could get a drabble or set of headcanons(anything, really) about Miraak and Cicero (separate) X a gender-neutral LDB who looks like a big intimidating orc, but the second they open their mouth you're like: "oh, they're harmless." And then a second later(probably days after the initial "they're harmless" assessment), they break someone's nose for insulting their friends. Including friends they made not even a minute ago.

Please don't feel pressured to do this if you don't want to, and remember to take care of yourself. I hope you have a good day!!

Hi!!! And thank u for ur request!! I did get the og one but I just clicked on this one lol!! But I hope you like this!!! Have a great day!! Requests always open!!

Cicero and Miraak x intimidating s/o who they deem harmless

They/them pronouns used as well as the term partner

Cicero

Despite being the listener and looking rather intimidating Cicero just views them as how he feels about them

Cicero doesn’t underestimate by any means but your different in his eyes

Different because you get him and he gets you

Assuming he tags along on missions he sees them attack and kill but that’s business

Or well fun to him

But it’s still surprising to see the oh so beloved listener punch tf out of someone for something like that

Either way he’s not mad he likes it

Cicero definitely LOVES protective people

Wonders if you’d do the same for him tbh

Like he sees them knock that person tf out and he definitely respects them even more at this point if that’s like even possible

Anyway he definitely is like super supportive of it

Miraak

Bro definitely underestimates

Despite their intimidating look he still dosent exactly see them as intimidating

Either way Miraak underestimates them no matter what tbh

Being his partner he respects you buttttttt

He sees himself as 100x more scary and intimidating compared to well,,,anyone tbh

Miraak does not care about any rude comments made about himself or anyone he’s associated with

He’s just kinda used to it and brushes it off

But seeing his partner just knock this rando the fuck out for insulting just new people they’ve decided to associate with??

Either sees it as childish or impressive (probably both)

Like wow okay did that really get under your skin? But also like that’s a hell of a way to get someone to shut up

Just kinda follows them after they walk off and questions them on why they would do that for someone they basically just met

Does not get it

Can you write, like, a Cicero x Reader where we’re just listening to him passionately talk about the Night Mother and his job as Keeper and watching how his eyes light up and how excited he gets and stuff?

OFC!!! Sorry for taking so long! I just got back into playing Skyrim again so I figured why not go through my inbox.

Cicero x GN reader fluff

There was something special about Cicero, something that always caught your attention. Maybe it was his attitude towards things, or maybe his jester charms…but it seems to be something else.

It was a cold night in the dawnstar sanctuary, it always was. The door stood tall but stone peaked through the cracks, and this cold made you simply unable to sleep. Rather slowly you slipped on some warmer clothes as well as some comfortable shoes moving through the halls of the sanctuary. As you move you can hear the mumbling and rambles of the ever so endearing jester you loved to spent your time with. He was loud, as always but at least you could use it to find him in this drowsy haze.

You slowly make your way into the dining hall, eyes falling upon Cicero who was tending to the nightmother as expected. A smile curled upon your lips grabbing an apple from the table and moving your way up the stairs and to Cicero. He seems oblivious to your presence as you stand near the alchemy table. Biting into the apple, the crunching interrupting Cicero’s train of thought. His head swiftly turned over to where you stood, a smile painting his face as well.

“Well good evening dear listener!” he chirped as he continued to tend to the nightmother “Cicero takes it…the listener cannot sleep?” he questions setting his eyes upon the night mother once more. “yea.” Muttering as you rub your eyes. “so…you tending to the nightmother?” questioning as you move closer to him, taking in his handiwork. “You do a good job of it.” Praising his work as your hand places itself upon his shoulders. A smile flashes on his lips once again, seemingly flattered. “Oh listener, poor Cicero has been doing this job for…for well a while, he hopes he’s good at it!” He chuckles softly, eyes scanning you for a moment. Chuckling in return, your eyes scanning the nightmother once again.

“I wonder…” saying as you move to the other side of Cicero, your hands tracing the bottle of oil. “How do you even do this? What all goes into it?” A faux curiosity. You know how it’s done. You’ve seen him do it oh so many times, but it’s obvious he loves talking about his duties as the keeper. Cicero’s eyes light up as he takes the oil from your hands. “Perhaps cicero will show you!” You can tell he was excited. He swiftly got to work with his duties, explaining some…rather odd things, like how to move the nightmothers limbs without them cracking. “Oh listener Cicero had no idea you were interested in his work!” His demeanor changed. From the usual dedication that could be seen in his eyes, it seems to be replaced with just…just excitement. “Cicero has never had someone ask about his duties!” He says turning to you for a moment. A smile forms on both your lips—almost in synch. “Oh what fun! Perhaps the listener would…Care to try it?”

“To be honest I just like listening to you talk” Cicero smiles brightly, as a giggle escapes his lips. “Oh dear listener I could say the same.”

Kill for your Keeper

(a gn khajiit!listener and cicero based on "the cure for madness". tw: dark brotherhood type stuff, bloody makeout)

You had favored Cicero for months, generally since you met the madman for some reason. Astrids' attitude towards him pissed you off but..you couldn’t do much about it. You had given him looks here and there. Finding out you were the Listener threw you a bit. You honestly felt bad, knowing how much he had desired to hear the Night Mothers' voice for himself.

Then it happened; He had attacked all the members in the sanctuary...save you. You WERE there, but maybe he didn't know it. Or maybe he just didn't attack you. You were sent to find him...the werewolf sitting outside in a pool of blood. ...He didn't get many words out before your jaws were on his throat, claws digging into the wounds that were already killing him to confirm his fate. When you sat up, you could see the anger in him as he faded.

The spectrals gave you little trouble; You were too focused on finding Cicero to fight, and relied on spells or potions of invisibility to sneak your way past them all to the sound of his voice. He was laughing, but sounded more panicked than manic; He was hurt. Gotta find him.

When you finally stalked into the room he was in you became visible again and he cackled, rambling nonsense with tears running down his cheeks. Something about killing or sparing him. You weren't listening. Your entire front was coated in blood and gore from your little...encounter outside, eyes gleaming, tail flicking.

He was shocked when you fell to your knees, almost squirming for his weapon, but- you not only spared him but healed him in what was genuine worry painted obviously across your features (among other things). “I-”

He jumped- But melted into- The bloody kiss you planted on him after he was fully healed, shaking, breaking apart. “You missed me that much?!” He began laughing a bit and went on a bit about the “dumb mutt” outside. Something clicked in his head as he looked you up and down. Your eyes bore into his.

“...Did you kill him for me, Listener?”

You froze as it dawned on you that you killed for Cicero, specifically, someone you loved, for the first time. Huh. You mindlessly licked your lips, nose crinkling at how bitter that whelps' blood was.

“…I did.”

He giggled his weird giggle and hugged your head, tugging on one of your ears, and getting very…close. His voice was serious after a moment even though he stared at the blood soaking your muzzle. He hadn't bothered to wipe the blood from his mouth. “Tell me how.”

“I got mad you were hurt-” ….You made a show of licking your nose, again. He bit his lip. “I was too far gone to remember my weapons, and I..didn't care what he was saying. Everything was a blur,” With a fake snarl you showed your crimson-stained fangs, “I just bit his throat open.”

Cicero let out a squeal and hugged your head again, giggling. “OH LOOK AT YOU! Listener! You went feral for your Cicero! Like a big, angry saber cat!”

“For my Keeper. For my Cicero.”

“Oh- YES, your keeper,” Cicero mushed your snout a bit, snickering as you mock snarled. He let out another laugh before he tugged you on top of him, making you grunt and staining his entire front with fresh blood.

You licked your nose again to make him laugh, then you licked his, and he smiled. Suddenly, his face fell. Dark. Angry. …Terrifying...exciting.

“...And what about Astrid.”

Your fur spiked up, and he noticed, looking wary.

“She's dead.” You looked away. He opened his mouth but you spoke. “Not yet, but she is going to be.”

The jester beneath you jutted his jaw out and looked up, toying with your fur. For a moment he didn't say anything. “...And she is dead, dead, dead...disemboweled, gutted, worm food-”

“I get it.”

“-all for me?”

“Yes, for you.”

“And why is this.” his voice was flat, but you could tell he was very, very excited about what you were about to say.

“I love you, Cicero.”

He SQUEALED and practically crushed his lanky body to yours with all four of his limbs excitedly declaring out affectionate babble, planting his lips all across your face and at times stopping to laugh and look to the side, pbhtbthgh-ing because he had too much of your fur in his mouth. A sudden gasp got your attention and you looked alarmed.

Cicero looked a bit sheepish. “...Floor's sharp...”

With a nod you stood, guiding him up and cracking your neck. Tossing your pack to the floor you dug out a series of pelts, stacking them in an even layer. You smoothed them down and offered him to lie down, instructing him to stay while you went and scrubbed the blood from your fur before it became rancid, or frozen. Ugh. When you returned he was half asleep, and you rested beside him.

“Say it agaaaain,”

“I love you, Cicero.”