Skyrim!CiceroXReader: To Rebuild a Brotherhood

Skyrim!CiceroXReader: To Rebuild a Brotherhood
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"Oh, Birdie! Cicero has returned with pretty flowers. Most of them are for Mother, but Cicero made sure to get Birdie some, too!" Cicero danced around the Sanctuary and entered his room. He hummed and danced, skipping around the room before finally setting his eyes on your limp body. "Birdie, what are you doing? It's time to be awake right now, not sleeping! You have to keep poor Cicero company. Birdie... Cicero doesn't like this... Birdie, come on!" Cicero began pushing on your shoulders trying to stir you awake, but all the shaking caused a small puddle of blood to pour down your chin.
After a few moments, you began to hear Cicero's mumbles, and felt him shoving on your shoulders. The last thing you remembered was the almost intimate moment you had with the jester before the Listener opened the door, scaring both of you. After another few shoves, you furrowed your brow and asked in a raspy voice, "Cicero... what are you... doing? Agh!" You began coughing up your crimson blood. 'What... why am I bleeding...' Was all that processed through your mind. "Oh, no, the Birdie is hurt! Who hurt my Birdie, who?!" Cicero leaped from the bed and searched through every crevice a human, or creature, could hide in. "My Birdie, who hurt you?! Cicero will tear them, limb from limb!"
After wiping away most of the blood from your chin and throat, you replied, "I can't remember... Where.... No.... How long have I been here? Weren't you just cleaning my face after our fight...? I don't even remember going to sleep..." 'Birdie,' you thought to yourself, 'how long has he been calling me that?' "Someone must've poisoned you, Birdie... Mother, is that what happened? Why doesn't Mother tell Listener these things...? Oh, how long have you been Cicero's pet...? Oh how long Mother?! What, three months? Yes, yes! Three months Birdie has been under Cicero's care!"
'Three months? No way... It's been that long... impossible... but then...' "The little vampire girl knows how to make poisons... Ah, Cicero knows what to do! Stay here, Birdie, Cicero will return!" Then, with that final statement, Cicero darted out of the room, slamming the door behind him, and made his way through the sanctuary heading for the vampire. After all was silent, you noticed all of the flowers scattered across the ground. 'Those shouldn't be there,' you thought, and placed them in a nearby vase. Then, as if out of nowhere, you remembered the wound on your back from the frost dragon's breath. You quickly ran up to a mirror, lifted your shirt, and gasped at what you saw. All that remained was a scar, probably two to three months old.
'There's no way... So, I have been poisoned? If that's the case... Ack' You began coughing again, more crimson falling from your mouth, splattering on the floor. 'This isn't good...If I keep doing this, I'll die for sure...' There was shouting outside, two people arguing? One sounded like a young girl, the other seemed to be Cicero. With every second that passed, the argument seemed to grow louder, and tenser, even from your seclusion. 'I need to stop this...I've gotta step in, but Cicero could get dangerous... Agh, Sod it!' You ran out of the door, and towards the yelling voices, eventually finding Cicero and a young girl glaring at each other, appearing to be ready to kill each other.
"I told you, you fool! I haven't touched her!" The girl told Cicero in an agitated tone. Cicero, not wanting to end the conversation there, persisted, "Birdie has been poisoned, don't you understand?! Heal her! Do it, Oh please don't let poor Cicero lose anyone else!" "Cicero, I don't have the resources to make some complicated potion to search for what's causing her to cough up blood! If she is poisoned, she'll die before I can do anything! Why not kidnap a wizard to heal her?!" The two kept bickering, but despite the atmosphere, you began to browse through a nearby shelf in the shadows. A certain bottle stuck out. "Cicero doesn't want to lose another!"
"You're not losing anyone. I'm right here," you said, causing the two of them to jump, "Y/n?!" "Birdie!" Before either of them could say another word, you threw down the empty bottle, a red drop falling from the rim. The tittle wrapped around read, "Cure Poison." "Now if I was poisoned, I should be fine now. I found it on the shelf... Sorry, uh, Babette, right? I'll pay for it later." Babette shook her head, "No, this idiot would've made me do far worse than that." Before you could thank her, Cicero had landed himself onto you, locking you in his tight grip. "Birdie, Cicero will make sure that nothing happens to you, or mother! Never again."
Your face was submerged in his jester shirt and chest while he dug his own face into the side of your neck. "Cicero," Babette said, "you're going to suffocate her. Let her breathe." Just as fast as he had grabbed you, Cicero let you go and made sure you were still alive. “Oh Cicero is sorry, poor Birdie, are you alright?! Mother also needs tending, so let’s go to the room and make sure you're alright, Birdie." He then pulled you all the way back to Cicero's room. He began cleaning the Night Mother, and you were wiping the blood from the floor. After he finished cleaning the Night Mother, he placed flowers over her body and then put some flowers in your hair.
"Hey, Cicero," you began to ask, "how do you think I'll manage to remember the past three months? I mean, I can't remember any of it." Your eyes began to shift around the room, looking for anything that could give you a sign. Once you looked back at Cicero, you noticed that he was watching you like a cat watches its prey. You stood up and began wiping your hands, feeling awkward now that Cicero was staring at you, "Are you... alright? Cicero?" A smile spread across his lips, "Of course, Birdie. Cicero is fine! He is just thinking about how we met, and how we almost killed each other! Cicero often remembers that night. What about you, Birdie?" "Well... that's all I can remember, or it's one of the last things that I can remember..."
You heard a cup fall in the hall a little ways down, causing you to turn your head. "So, it's really been three months, huh?" You said out loud. Aside from the fight with Cicero, you were thinking of your friend you left behind in f/n. There was no response. You closed your eyes and put your head down trying to remember the past. "Birdie, don't feel sad." You smiled at Cicero's remark, "I'm not, Cicero, it's just I'm concerned as to what to do." "Trust Cicero, Cicero will keep you safe!" "Yeah, but what if I get poisoned again?" "Y/n, if anyone poisons you, Cicero will not rest till the culprit is found and his innards are spilt all over the grass."
"It is al-" You began to say, 'Wait, he said my name... Is he... angry...? If he is, I'll have to.' Your thought process was interrupted by Cicero's arms wrapping around you. You could feel him rest his head on your shoulder, his warm breath slowly flowing down your neck. When he spoke, it sent chills down your spine, "Cicero will not let anyone hurt you. Cicero won't lose another special person. Cicero hasn't had this feeling since before he had to protect Mother." You didn't know what to think. You enjoyed his gentle touch, but the seriousness in the jester's voice was unsettling. "Cic... Cicero?" You asked, trying hard not to tremble, and still failing.
His arms sank, and he was now holding you around your waist. He then pulled you closer to him, still breathing down your neck. Even if you tried to move, there was nothing that could pull you from his grip. You turned your head to see his face buried into your shoulder, "Cicero, it's alright." You felt his arms get tighter, "Stay still, Birdie. Cicero hasn't felt like this in so long, let it last." His warm breath seemed to calm you now, and despite his plead to stay still, you turned to face him and lay your head against his chest. You had no idea why, but, you seemed to have feelings for the fool.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, if you twitched, even a little, the hold he had on your waist would tighten. You eventually wrapped your own hands around his back and held onto him. You felt happy, and Cicero seemed to be more, 'human' for apparently the first time in a long time. You were caught off guard when Cicero leaned back, falling on the bed backwards, pulling you forwards with him. He slowly moved his head away to look you in the eye, even if he had to look down. "Birdie, are you okay? Cicero isn't suffocating you, is he?" You shook your head, and felt sleep begin to grip you. Cicero started to hum silently, his chest calmly rumbling under your ear. Then, you were asleep, lost in dreams.
In the morning, you were lying on the bed and Cicero was heard in some other part of the room, singing and probably cleaning the Night Mother. Slowly you opened your eyes, and sure enough he was tending to the Night Mother, and he seemed to be back to 'normal.' That's when you noticed a slight movement behind him. It seemed to be a distortion in the wall, like an invisibility spell. "Cicero, stop!" You shouted causing him you stare at you in confusion. "You, show yourself, you're from f/n, aren't you?" Cicero glanced around the room, unaware of what to think of your outburst. "This is why... I was sent to poison you, y/n." A body less voice stated.
Then, out of thin air, a young girl appeared. She wore f/n clothing, and was wielding a knife. "Ah, desecrater! You! You're the one who hurt y/n?! Then, you must die!" Cicero yelled before pulling his ebony dagger out. Before the girl could speak, Cicero had done spilled most of her blood against the floor and his own outfit. "Cicero, wait! I'm fine, let her talk first. Then, we kill her." You said, staring coldly at the dying girl. "Who, are you?" She coughed, and soon began to smile. "I am your replacement. However I'm not as skilled as you, I prefer skulking to the shadows. They were right. You're spot on. If it wasn't for him, you'd be dead." She pointed her attention to Cicero when she mentioned him, his angry glare never leaving her bloodied body.
Unconsciously, you arose to your feet and began to walk over to her. She wasn't aware of your presence till you had done lifted her from her hair and whispered into her ear. "To them, I am dead. Cicero, I believe I remember now. We're going to rebuild the old brotherhood, together." A smile flashed across his lips, "Indeed, little Birdie! Mother, Cicero, and Birdie, together! And all opponents will be torn to shreds!" At the word, 'shreds' Cicero embedded his dagger into the girl's jugular and began to laugh menacingly. You dropped the girl and stood up once again. A smile spread across your face, and a tear fell from your eye. Your goal was to rebuild the brotherhood. The brotherhood, you loved.