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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 1 year

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Cicero doing his usual "check-ins" on The Listener while getting ready to sleep at their room in the Sanctuary, only to hear some odd sounds coming from their room. He's got his knife in hand and he's ready to strike when he looks inside and sees...Oh. The Listener's naked! And the hand covering their mouth to muffle their cries is their own, and their other hand...Oh, Listener! Cicero never imagined the glorious, sacred Listener would be so...well, naughty.

Cicero never really bothered touching himself, since his personal needs/desires were less important than the Night Mother (aka, the only body he regularly worships--not his own lol). Besides, he got a special kind of bliss and release from killing anyway. Still, the Listener makes it look very fun. How can such a talented killer look so vulnerable and soft and exposed like this?

Cicero stares in wonder/excitement/amusement while the Listener touches themselves. He's giggling quietly, muttering to himself and feeling the same kind of "excitement" he gets while carrying out a kill. ("Listener, oooh Listener! Cicero caught you being naughtyyyy. And in the Sanctuary, too! What if Mother wants to speak to you while you're having your bit of fun? Whatever they're imagining behind those closed eyes/ it's making them blush and their hips start to rise~~~")

Truth be told, he's wanted to find a way to praise the Listener similar to how he cares for the Night Mother. After all, the Listener has a part of her inside their soul. Instead of fresh flowers and preventing any mold from growing in the coffin, Cicero can worship the Listener's body...well, like this! They don't need to do it themselves anymore--Humble Cicero lives to serve, after all.

The Listener already has had to deal with him doing their laundry, watching them sleep, maintaining their weapons, and even bathing them himself on occasion, so they really shouldn't be surprised when he bursts into the room and declares that he wants to "tend to their needs" and won't take no for an answer here either. He'll spread their legs further and insist on making the Listener cum; the Listener is too precious to feel the embrace of the Void yet, but the least Cicero can do is give them another kind of bliss!

He has no experience at all but he's a very curious and dedicated learner. Ooh, he can taste the Listener without biting into their skin, and they taste...quite nice! The little bud they were playing with down there is so soft, and the Listener seems to like how it feels whenever Cicero laughs while his lips are latched to it. His fingers can disappear all they way inside of them, and they're so warm on the inside. The only embrace he's ever felt was the cold, clammy embrace of the Night Mother whenever he tended to her bones; but The Listener is the exact opposite.

He's incredibly awkward and creepy without meaning to be, and way too earnest about this entirely new experience. He'll stare down at them with wide manic eyes to gauge their reaction to what he's doing, mutter the weirdest shit ("I hope Mother sees just how well Cicero's taking care of her, OUR dear Listener...") like how he wants to take some of the extra flowers he'd picked for the Night Mother and put them INSIDE the Listener ("Cicero's making you bloom, just like a bouquet of pretty Nightshade flowers! You'd look even lovelier with some of them all over the bed, covering you, maybe one inside here too...hm. Then again, they ARE poisonous...does it still make someone sick if they don't eat it with their mouth?")

Since it's a sacred ritual to him now, he'll make little prayers to Sithis and the Night Mother while worshipping them too. And when/if the Listener finally manages to cum, Cicero is SO happy! He's clapping and cheering and dancing over just how well he did, and he insists on staying the rest of the night at the Listener's side to guard them as they sleep. Watching them sleep is something he usually does anyway, but doing it after fucking them is definitely a new spin on it.

As much as he loves tending the Night Mother's body, he finds he also enjoys this new "duty" (that isn't really a duty and the Listener actively says they don't want him to do, but they just let him do it since he's so insistent) a lot too. He feels like he gets to become one with the Listener for a while when he's inside them like this, and unlike the Night Mother, he can see and feel and hear and taste just how much the Listener appreciates his dedication.

The Listener knows that Cicero is VERY hard to dissuade when he gets like this, especially regarding how he wants to treat them and the Night Mother. If he wants to worship them like this, it's just easier to let him do it. Besides, knowing him he'd just try again while they slept or he'd paralyze them with a potion so he can do his "sacred duty" to them. They're supposed to be close on a whole other level, after all! He's the Keeper, and they're the Listener. And in addition to the Night Mother, he wants to be THEIR Keeper now too. Obviously the Night Mother takes first priority, but they're an extension of her will and power. So he'll "keep" them as well, even if they don't want it.

#tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #.skyrim #.cicero #yandere skyrim #yandere cicero #.myshit

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stressedjester · 8 months

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ME SEEING FANART OF CICERO BUT HES GIVEN BLUE/GREEN/GREY/ETC EYES INSTEAD OF HIS BEAUTIFUL DARK BROWN EYES

#his eyes are BROWN and some fanartists are COWARDS #I LOVE HIS EYES THEYRE LOVELY #meffy rambles #skyrim #cicero #caps lock tw #undescribed

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monmatch · 1 year

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POV you didn’t fix Cicero’s wagon lol

#cicero #skyrim #the elder scrolls #dark brotherhood #TW blood

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tes-weed-thoughts · 8 months

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@tesblr we can all agree cicero is a sub right?

#tes #the elder scrolls #tw: weed #cw: weed #tesblr #skyrim #skyrim cicero #tw: sex mention

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3xm-draconic · 2 months

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The Jester and The Courier: a wild wasteland love.

Chapter 2: Radioactive.

Myrtle got on her ranger gear, say for gear helmet and went down stairs. In the spare room handcuffed to the radiator was the crazy little red head dude, just…giggling to himself…

“Any idea if the psycho is still in his system?” Gannon turned to Joshua, “no idea, psycho isn’t supposed to last that long…then again he might just be insane like Raul said” Joshua replied.

Myrtle approached the man and knelt down so she was eye-level with him, the man’s crazed grin fell from his face as soon as he saw her’s. It was no doubt due to the horrific scar across her left eye which was now completely cybernetic, that would scare the willies out of anybody.

…but…then he smiled again…

“You are something Cicero has never hallucinated before…a half-metal woman!” he gleefully giggled, “hmm, dilated pupils, erratic speech patterns, hallucinations…he may have severe mental trauma” she turned to the others “I think taking him to doc Usanagi for therapy might do him some good”.

“Where is Cicero? Why is he chained?...WHERE IS HIS JESTER’S CLOTHES!?” he squeaked and began to panic “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO POOR CICERO!?”, “ehey, ehey shhh, it’s ok buddy we didn’t do anything to you, we want to help you ok?” Myrtle hushed him “can you tell me what happened? Do you remember how you ended up naked and falling out of the sky?”

The red head…this Cicero guy…just looked at her weirdly and screamed “WHAT!?”, a water bottle was then flung at them “CAN HE STOP FUCKING SCREECHING!? I’am hungover and I’d like some peace and quiet!” Cass bellowed.

Myrtle turned to Ulysses “can you bring me some food and a bottle of water?”, “what for?”, “our friend here is so skinny he looks like he hasn't eaten a proper meal in weeks and I think the best way to get through to him is with kindness, not an interrogation” Myrtle replied.

Ulysses nodded and went into the kitchen to grab a plate of whatever Lily was making, “guys can I be alone with him?” Myrtle turned to Gannon and Graham, they nodded and left to go eat.

“so…Cicero, where are you from?”, the man hesitated “Cicero was from the Empire but he moved to Skyrim to be closer to his family”, “Empire? Sky-rim?” Myrtle pondered “I don’t know these places…they certainly ain't close to the Mojave or California” she mumbled. “Mo-ha-vee?...Cal-ee-forn-ya?...What are you talking about? What are those places?” Cicero wondered, “It’s where you are now bud, you are in Nevada, Southwestern Commonwealth of America, the Mojave desert, west of the NCR?” Myrtle pause “any of this dinging any bells up there?”

He stared at her blankly “no…but if Cicero is in a desert is it close to Hammerfell…the Alik’r?...or is it in Elsweyr?”, Myrtle blinked “no…you got me even more confused now”.

“What direction is this Sky-rim?”, “oh it is very, very far north” Cicero replied as he carefully observed the strange metal woman, her greenish-blue eye and metallic yellowish green one never wavering from his amber gaze, “north hmm? How far north? Like Uta or…?” she pondered, “U-ta?” Cicero wondered “Cicero has no idea about any of these places you say!” he snapped, he was getting agitated.

Myrtle sighed “look I’am sorry, I don’t mean to anger you I’am trying to help you find your way home” Myrtle said softly, Cicero calmed down a little as her words sounded ginuwine “ok…ok” he sighed.

Ulysses arrived with food: a plate of potato-bread toast, sunny side-up gecko eggs, brahmin sausages and cactus fruit jam.

She took the plate from him and sat it next to Cicero, “ok, I’am going to uncuff you and give you a fork…please…don’t stab me with it” she kindly asked him, Cicero had to hold back a pout…he wanted to stab someone…badly…

She got close enough to where Cicero could have easily jabbed it into her neck…but he needed to know more about just where in the void he was…and killing the only person wanting to help him would be like stabbing himself in the foot.

Cicero eyed the food on the plate…it…was weird…

“What is this?” he pondered as he poked at the strange eggs, “gecko eggs…have you never eaten one before?” Myrtle turned to him, Cicero cocked his head in confusion “nope…” he shrugged, “well their good eaten I say, I’ve had them plenty of times in my life” she shrugged and grinned “nothing is better in the morning like a cup of coffee and a plate of gecko eggs”.

“What's this coff-ee you speak of?” Cicero pondered, “it’s drink, it helps ya wake up in the morning, would you like a cup?”, Cicero thought about it for a moment “well when in the Empire do as the Impirals do” the thought to himself “yes, thank you” he nodded.

Myrtle left to get him some while Ulysses watched him, “so…Cicero…your name” Ulysses’s deep raspy voice rumbled “it sounds very…Legionary…” he mumbled.

Cicero eyed the strange man with a metal mouth “Cicero’s name is a perfectly normal Impiral’s name…what does it have to do with the military?”, “so your military is in league with Caesar?...oh dear…Myrtle was begging to like you…” he sighed.

That got Cicero on edge, what did he mean by that?...

“who…Who is this Ceasar you speak of?” he pondered, Ulysses cocked his head “don’t play dumb, he’s the leader…” he gave a small laugh “former…leader of the Legion”, Cicero looked even more confused.

“So…in this world there is no Tiber Septim?...no Empire?” Cicero’s head started to spin, if his very NATION didn’t exist here…then that would mean…

Myrtle came back with a cup of coffee “I made it with some brahmin milk and sweetened it with a little ant nectar, you look like somebody who wouldn’t like just straight black coffee…” Myrtle opened the door to see an alarming sight…

Ulysses knocked out and Cicero attempting to break out of his remaining handcuff using the fork but doing so badly that he was only hurting himself in the process.

“CHRIST ALMIGHTY!” Myrtle screamed as she set down the coffee on a dresser and ran over to Cicero, she smacked the fork out of his hand and restrained him “STOP, Stop, stop…what’s wrong?” she gazed into his panicked wild eyes, he was like a frightened animal.

Cicero headbutted her…but that only ended in him hurting himself…“don’t do that please…my skull is pure titanium and I doubt your old flesh and bone one can do much damage…now calm down before I make you calm down”.

“You won't take my soul daedra!” Cicero snarled at her and attempted to bite her, he managed to sink his teeth into her shoulder but then he felt a sharp pinch in his neck…then…he started to feel…relaxed.

“Ok, I’am gonna cuff you back to the radiator while you calm down ok buddy?” Myrtle said as she gently laid him back against the wall, thank GOD she had a needle of calm-x on her.

She checked on Ulysses who was waking up, “Hey S.Grant you ok pal?”, Ulysses groaned “little fucker…headbutted me…hard…ow”, Myrtle gave him a small pouch of healing powder “here go take a nap on the couch and heal up”.

“What of Crazy-Ass?” he grumbled, “calm-x, was gonna use it on myself to ease my jitters of hoover dam…but I think in the moment it was needed more on him” she sighed, “Myrt?” Ulysses looked at her with concern, “don’t” she glared at him “don’t worry about me and DON’T bring it up with the others…got it?”

He sighed and they left the room.

#fanfic #au #skyrim #crossover #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #fallout nv oc #fallout fanfiction #fallout oc #skyrim cicero #skyrim fanfiction #fallout #tw swearing #ulysses #arcade gannon #joshua graham

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short-circuit-2 · 11 months

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winner of skyrims scrimpliest award

#still working out how i style him #but man ive missed this fool of hearts so much #the elder scrolls autism consumes #my art #elder scrolls v #skyrim #cicero skyrim #tw blood

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stellarsightz · 9 months

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The world has seen the last of Cicero the man. Behold Cicero, Fool of Hearts - laughter incarnate!

(bonus versions under the cut)

#tw scopophobia #tw eyestrain #cw eyestrain #eyestrain #eyes tw #(lmk if i missed something!!)#my little meow meow #i think i draw him hotter than he is but whateva #super proud of this!! the render was a pain in the ass bc i cant paint to save my life but i think it turned out pretty good :3c #cicero skyrim #tesblr #digital art #procreate art #stellar.artz

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0-animelover-0 · 1 year

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Accidental Insanity

(Cicero x Assassin!Reader)

A/N: I did this in the really early hours (around 1-2am) so I'm sorry if it seems kooky at some points.

The sun hung low in the sky. Pretty purples, oranges and yellows covered the sky. Inside a hidden sanctuary lived an organization of highly trained assassins. The people you called your ‘family’. You were currently sitting in your private room. The cream colored candles on your desk burned with a soft glow, the wax slowly sliding down the sides from how many times you used them. Dipping a quill in the inkwell, you started writing on the paper again. The sound of mumbling and light laughter caught your attention. You knew who the voice belonged to, Cicero. The deranged man who was accepted into the organization by your boss and ‘sister’, Astrid.

An older voice spoke up, the person sounded annoyed. “Will someone shut up the clown!” You sighed and set your quill down before standing up and making your way to the main area. There, you saw Cicero tapping his lips with his pointer finger, like he was thinking.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up and he happily skipped to you. “Happy to see Y/n! Yes yes indeed!” If he had a tail you swore it would be wagging. “Are you done with your writings?” You nodded with a friendly smile. Cicero basically bounced on his heels in excitement.

The old man Festus Krex walked to you both, his famous sour expression showing on his face. “Y/n, are you just going to talk or actually work?” Cicero’s eyes darkened and a look of pure hatred appeared across his face.

He unsheathed his dagger from his side and pointed it at Festus Krex. “You dare speak to my Mistress in such a way?” His voice spoke with intent to kill.

The shock on Festus Krex’s face only showed for a second before it turned into irritation, his teeth gritting together. “Like you have the nerve to wield that steel to my throat.” Cicero’s actions spoke for him as he lunged forward and placed the steel dagger to Festus Krex’s throat. The smile spreading across Cicero’s face could creep out even an Orc warrior. Other members who saw the scene either put down or ignored what they were doing and ran to them.

Astrid was the first to get to them. “Cicero, stop this madness!” Her voice sounded rushed and slightly panicked.

Cicero’s eyes never left Festus Krex with that grin still plastered on his face. “He disrespected the Listener, now he faces the punishment.”

“Cicero…” Your voice was soft but stern. After what felt like an eternity, he finally lowered his weapon from the old man’s throat.

“Do you not have any sense? You could have actually hurt him, you fool.” Astrid’s husband, Arnbjorn, pushed the jester to the ground causing his clothes to become dirty. Cicero’s dagger sliced his own hand during the impact.

You noticed this and glared at the man, helping Cicero up. “Do you? Maybe he shouldn't have acted like he did but at least he has more brains than you, mutt.” Before anyone could speak, you led Cicero away from the group of armed assassins. He didn’t protest but why would he? He trusts you more than anyone. You brought him to your chambers, making him sit down on the bed.

He watched as you went to and fro looking for stuff. “What are you gathering dear Listener?” His voice seemed less cheery than before.

“Looking for stuff to clean that hand.” you replied. Cicero raised an eyebrow in confusion. Why help him? Nobody does so why are you? Why now? He didn’t notice you as you came closer to him, lifting his chin to look into his eyes. “Are you alright? You look spaced out.”

Cicero came back to reality and smiled big. “Oh yes, yes! Cicero is glad you’re the one helping him!” You observed his face, knowing there was something gnawing at him. You took his chin between your fingers and made him fully look at you. The beat of his heart pounded faster and he could feel heat rise to his cheeks. He was so confused about what this feeling was.

“Are you sure? You're red as a tomato. Feeling sick at all?” you asked Cicero. Cicero shook his head, not trusting his voice. You took his jester's hat off him and placed it to the side. His red hair cascaded to his shoulders, some strands getting in his face. “Maybe that will make your temperature less hot.” You took his injured hand and put ointment on the cut gently. You then wrapped his hand with bandage wrappings and when you were finished, you kissed his palm. “There, all better.”

Cicero cleared his throat and smiled. “Oh, so polite and friendly! Yes, Cicero thanks your kindness!

You put the wooden bowl down which contained the ointment. “Don’t thank me. I’m just showing genuine care.”

He tilted his head to the side, authentic confusion in his eyes. “But, no one else does!” You cupped his cheeks, your eyes softening as you looked at him. ‘Oh no, there's that feeling again!’ Cicero thought to himself. He looked back up at you and into your eyes that he very much adored.

“If you need me, you know where to find me. Alright?” Your voice spoke like velvet. He nodded and watched as you smiled and walked away, leaving him to ponder. Ever since then, Cicero followed you wherever you went. Either just walking across the room or traveling to a city, he was there. You did not mind his company that much. His jokes and boisterous personality made the trips more entertaining.

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Your heart still hastily beats from the battle you just witnessed. You made sure to check if anyone followed you from the fort and dismounted your horse. You stood outside the sanctuary with your black horse, gently stroking its mane and whispering praises to the proud creature. You walked to the door past the hanging moss from overhead. The first thing that you heard was Astrid's voice, yelling with anger. “Astrid! What is causing you such distress?”

“Cicero has crossed the line this time! He went nuts and stabbed Veezara! I want you to find him and kill him. And make it slow…” Your heart plummeted to your stomach. Astrid’s words replayed in your head. You turned your head to look at Veezara who was sitting down and clutching his side. “Yes, Sister…”

* * *

You rode to the old sanctuary on your horse through the cold wind and blistering snow. With each step the horse’s hooves made, a crunch could be heard. Red liquid was all you saw when you got to the stone door. Pushing it open and making your way through the old structure, you followed the blood droplets leading you further in. Then you saw him, Cicero. He was pacing back and forth, rambling to himself. Your eyes softened slightly but you put your feelings aside and went to him.

“Cicero is sorry…He didn’t mean to!” It seemed the panic was still in his eyes.

“Yes I know.” You carefully stepped closer. When he’s in this state you know to be slow and cautious with everything you say or do. Cicero laughed, the sound of it made your skin crawl. Before you knew it, tears were escaping his eyes like waterfalls. His psychotic laughter rang through both of your ears as you watched him. “Let’s–” You didn’t finish your sentence when Cicero suddenly came at you, his fingers wrapping around his dagger. Your instincts kicked in and you drew your weapon.

Cicero’s body fell limp in your arms as the steel sword plunged into his stomach. The musty room you were in felt almost suffocating as you sat on the cold floor. Your hands couldn’t stop shaking as the bloody sword you held finally fell to the floor with a clang. The images of the day ran through your mind like a slideshow. Your breaths became jagged as you looked at the pool of blood that had formed under his corpse. His body still layed there, his head facing away from you. Sure you had killed many times before but this time, it was different.

“I just wanted to save him…” You kept whispering these words over and over again. His once beating heart now could barely be felt or heard. You felt like crying as you placed your hands over your mouth. You never knew why his crazy personality interested you but it did. You slowly pulled yourself up onto your legs that threatened to go out. You took the items off his dead body and left without looking back.

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Everytime you turned you could have sworn he was there. You opened the door that led to the place you called home. Astrid looked up from the blade she was holding and smiled at you. “I suppose Cicero is dead?”

You nodded, refusing to look her in the eyes. “Yes, now if you don’t need me I'll be out for a while.” Before Astrid could answer, You walked away with your hood up which concealed the tears that tried to break out. You hopped onto your horse that you kept tied up outside and instantly made him go into a fast trot.

Soft whispers and tsk sounds made your ears perk and a chill to run through your spine. The horse's movements slowed to a near stop and your eyes racked over your surroundings. All you heard was the wind but then you heard it.

Cicero watched you as he sat on a nearby cliff, a sorrowful look on his face. “My my, tears don’t look good on you…”

Your eyes widened and then your eyes landed on him. “Cicero…no it–it can’t be…”

“Hello, My Treasure…”

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