Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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I'm a sap for rescue fics

[(Anonymous)]

So, Machiavelli being bothered by La Volpe is nothing new. In fact, it's pretty much become a daily thing. So when Volpe doesn't come by to mess with him for a couple of days, Machiavelli can't help but feel that there's something is wrong. He finds out that no one else has seen him in a couple days either. However no one is really worried because it's La Volpe, the man whose a mystery even to the assassins.

Despite being told that it's probably another one of the Fox's games, Niccolo still can't shake that there's something really wrong and does some digging. Somehow, he finds out that La Volpe had in fact been captured by Templars and he has to rush to save him.

Re: I'm a sap for rescue fics

[(Anonymous)]

There is not enough La Volpe/Machiavelli on this Kinkmeme. Especially as this gives Niccolo a chance to really show what a BAMF he is, and for La Volpe to be a bit vulnerable - I love it when the invincible ones are in a position of vulnerability ;-)

Seconded with the power of a thousand flaming suns.

op

[(Anonymous)]

Pretty much agree with everything you said.

Re: I'm a sap for rescue fics

[(Anonymous)]

Writing this right now, should be beta'd and posted by tonight!

op

[(Anonymous)]

Yessss! I can't wait!

Re: Interested Write!Anon

[(Anonymous)]

Stupid internet cut out. Just a few more hours, okay? And then editing, and then post.

op

[(Anonymous)]

Take all the time you need, anon. I know what it's like to have internet problems.

Re: Interested Anon

[(Anonymous)]

Had to throw it up in a published/not quite finished form so my beta could get it (Upload wasn't working).
But only a few days to finish and then post over here without errors! ^.^
And also, a de-anon for me (first time).

Interested Anon finally posts first part of Niccolo to the Rescue!

[(Anonymous)]

Because the first line leapt into my brain after reading the prompt.
…..
Now

That goddamn, thrice-damn, stupid fox.
Machiavelli buckled on his sword, his knife tucked into his waist, his second throwing knife jabbed into his boot.

Of course, La Volpe never did anything by halves. Not when he, the Master Thief wore orange and brown for work best suited in the dead of night.
Machiavelli tugged on his leather gauntlet, before racing out the door.
Don’t you dare die before I get there.

…..
Four Days Ago….

La Volpe looked around the cage. For him to not have seen this contraption on the ceiling…it was impressive, made of cast iron and had rung terribly when it came down. Now, just snooping out the place Ezio had mentioned in passing seemed much more dangerous.

All the guards needed to do were see him and have enough wits to run around and cut the rope, leaving La Volpe in the middle of the room, now trapped.

The guards had stared at him, before one ran to get the captain. The rest had just stared, mouths agape.

So, the great La Volpe was only mortal after all the impressive rumors.
…..

Machiavelli stretched, and cast a wary eye at his table. If La Volpe had messed with his papers again, he would follow through on his threat to go to Ezio and whine, as La Volpe had put it. Gritting his teeth, Machiavelli drew himself up to walk over to his desk and find….

All his papers as he had left them. No ugly bug crawling around to fly up and startle him, no papers out of order, no red ink scribbles adorning his finished work.

Machiavelli praised the good Lord for small acts of kindness, and started his day.
….

No La Volpe for the whole day. Usually, the fox dropped by late morning or early afternoon, when the fox knew he was as the waxing and waning work hours for lunch or off to meet with clients or senators.

The fox knew his workday better than he did, most days. More than likely because he knew which ways Machiavelli need to detour on his horse from the daily life of Roma working. The fox loved to ambush him and ride behind him, or drag him from his horse into an alley and out the other end, usually causing Machiavelli to be an hour late for his business.
The damn thief had too much fun pranking him.

But now it was the middle of the afternoon, and Machiavelli found himself in a rare mood. Instead of writing, he wished to descend among the populace and spend the day with his friends. Well, they would all be working now, so if he could finish this manuscript and revise two of his works, he would take the evening off.

Thus, Machiavelli wrote away the rest of the afternoon, only to head to Tiber Island when he had finished.
……

The captain had no idea what to do with him. Report him to the authorities? Retain him for the Borgia to deal with? Starve him to death and forget him here?

La Volpe feigned disinterest, but that last one would cause trouble. The first two dealt with information. No doubt someone would run and tell Ezio if he was reported, and chances were a letter would be intercepted by Machiavelli if the Borgia were contacted….

Machiavelli. If he didn’t get out of here soon, the stiff writer would be unbearable. Always so formal, so elegant. Thieves valued swift action and speed, but the way the man walked spoke of too many hours with a book balanced on his head, strung out to be straight. The man never flowed, and La Volpe had a personal bet that in Machiavelli’s gait, he had learned how to make even his footsteps precise as his words.

But the last one…would be troublesome to escape, at best. The cage seemed to be solid iron, and the ground stone. Well, they were cold and hard, much like a certain philosopher he knew.

Now, the stone had line cracks in it, but the flagging was firm. He wasn’t digging his way out of here with his hands. The cage was roughly the size of the room itself, but only about a few feet or so from the wall. La Volpe could easily pace twelve steps along either wall. The square openings were too small to fit his shoulder through, as well.

“I say that we leave him. We come back in a week after he’d died of thirst, and take his body to the Borgia. Tell them he sprung the trap on himself.”

“But what about the reward?”

“If we take him in ourselves, the Assassin’s will just have another thief dress as him and run around to discredit us! This way, we can lay a trap for any other assassin’s coming to save him and take their dead bodies too. And if they don’t come in a week,” the captain gave an ugly grin, “then they have given up on him.”

La Volpe watched dispassionately as the guard left, stupidly manning his guards outside the room.

Now, what did he have in his pouches, La Volpe wondered, patting himself down.
…..
Author's Note: Yeah, those few days turned into a couple months. I swear it's finished, but the ending is fighting me.