Cicero Would Own A Shit Ton Of Furbys. The Listener Takes Miraak And Serana To The Sanctuary And Chaos

Cicero would own a shit ton of furbys. The listener takes miraak and serana to the sanctuary and chaos just happens

Mmm Cicero posting

Intro

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I’m always in and out of my Skyrim hyper fix so it may take me a while to respond

I purged a shit ton of my old posts so sorry if I deleted your ask, feel free to ask it again

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Rules

Inbox is always open

Fluff and smut is allowed

No age play, cnc, shit, or piss

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.”

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