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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Ezio Gets Taken Care of by His Recruits
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 01:36 am (UTC)(link)Bonus points if Claudia, Maria and Leonardo get word of Ezio's illness and are hilariously sympathetic with the recruits' (hilarious and "They obviously look up to Il Maestro's") complaints about Ezio being such a big baby.
Double bonus points if Machiavelli is all snide and eye-rolling, "Look, old man, you need to stay your ass in bed so you get better. Listen to your recruits, dammit!"...but only because deep down in that cynical exterior, Machiavelli, like Ezio's family and Leonardo, truly care about Ezio's well-being.
Re: Ezio Gets Taken Care of by His Recruits
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 02:41 am (UTC)(link)More bonus points if whoever calls Ezio old gets a throwing knife thrown at them for saying such things about the Mentor XD
Re: Ezio Gets Taken Care of by His Recruits
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 08:23 am (UTC)(link)Ill Mentore 1/3
(Anonymous) 2011-04-21 06:42 am (UTC)(link)It’s dinnertime, and the weather outside being what it is – cold! – the assassin recruits have turned one of the rooms into a kitchen and begun having dinner in the main hall every night, rather than their usual habit of eating on the run. They have just sat down to eat when Ezio stumbles through the door, sopping wet from the icy rain, and sneezes.
Every pair of eyes in the room locks on him. He is il Mentore, he does not sneeze. When he does it again and begins to sway, the two closest recruits are there to grab him and lower him gently onto one of the benches.
At this point Leonardo enters the hall and sees Ezio. Muttering some obscenity about stubborn people and how it will get them killed someday he strides over and puts a hand to Ezio’s forehead.
“Mmph ngh,” Ezio mumbles incoherently, and tries to stand up. Leonardo pushes him back down with both hands and looks him squarely in the eye.
“You are not ‘fine,’” he states. “You have a fever. You can barely walk. Frankly, it’s a miracle you didn’t collapse out there. I don’t know what madness drove you to go out in this weather, but you are not in any condition to do anything but sleep.”
“Mmphn –”
“Ezio.”
The recruits watch in amazement as Ezio is the first to drop his eyes, whether from fatigue or capitulation or both, they are not sure. Leonardo, with a strength they have never seen, puts one arm under his knees, one under his shoulders, and carries Ezio bodily from the room, weapons and all.
As his footsteps fade, the assassins look to one another.
“Remind me not to bother Messer da Vinci anymore,” Ciro says quietly.
“Il Mentore must truly be sick to let himself be babied so,” Pietro thinks aloud.
“Or maybe he and Leonardo are –”
Smack.
“No rumors, Giacomo,” Adele holds her hand up, threatening another slap to the face. Giacomo glares at her, but doesn’t finish his sentence.
“He didn’t have any food,” Zita realizes. “Should we bring him some?”
“Soup,” Anetta suggests. “I’ve heard it’s better for the sick than solid food.”
“Alright!” Adele stands up on the table, fierce determination in her eyes. “Il Mentore is sick, and we have to take care of him! This takes priority over all other missions! Now, does anyone have any experience caring for a sick person?”
Silence.
“. . . Does anyone know someone else who does?”
Everyone’s hand goes up.
“That isn’t a city dottore. No leeches near il Mentore.”
All the hands go back down, except for Piero’s.
“Perhaps we could ask his mother to come here?” he suggests. “She might know how to help.”
“On it!” Giacomo shouts, and dashes out the door.
“I’ll go with him!” Ciro says before following close behind.
Anetta sighs and gets up to make a broth for Ezio.
“Why are they so eager to go out in that weather?” Zita, the newest recruit, asks.
“Signora Maria and Signorina Claudia run la Rosa in Fiore,” Anetta says tiredly.
“The what?”
“The brothel,” Piero states bluntly.
“Oh,” Zita stares into the table. “Knowing Ciro and Giacomo, they . . . could be gone awhile.”
“Not a chance. Signora Maria will want to know why they are there, and once she knows her son is ill she won’t let them stay,” Piero says as he fills a plate. “You watch, she’ll be here soon, with Signorina Claudia dragging Ciro and Giacomo behind her by the ears.”
Ill Mentore 2/3
(Anonymous) 2011-04-21 06:47 am (UTC)(link)“Where’s Ciro?”
“I’m right here, Maestro.”
“No . . . wait . . . how d’you talk?”
“I don’t understand the question, Maestro.”
“You’re . . . pigeon. You’re a pigeon. They don’t talk.”
“I . . . think you should sleep now, Maestro.”
“Fucking huge pigeon . . .”
“Good night, Maestro.”
“Vaffanculo.”
Giacomo’s shift amends their definition. Even half-awake, Ezio is fast.
“I’m human, Maestro.”
“No, too small.”
“I’m only seventeen! You can’t expect me to be as tall as you!”
“Where the fuck do you pigeons come from, anyway?”
“Look, old man –”
Giacomo has no idea where il Mentore got that knife, but he has to ask Leonardo to come up and remove it from the door.
- - -
The moment the fever breaks and he is lucid enough to make sane phrases, Ezio demands to get up – and fails miserably when his balance proves to be so bad that he can’t take more than three steps. Accepting defeat on this front, he then demands to run the Brotherhood from his room.
“You doubt our ability to function without you?” Machiavelli glares at him.
“I did not say that, but yes.”
Machiavelli rolls his eyes. “And since no one can be spared specifically to carry messages from the pigeon coop to your room and back, I assume you will just have the pigeons nest here?”
Ezio does not request it again.
Instead, that night, despite the repeated requests – for they are only that, one does not order il Mentore – that Ezio remain in bed, he quietly leaves his room on tiptoe and heads for the coop, leaning on the wall for support.
His mother is there in two seconds flat.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“I, uh, just wanted some fresh air –”
“Don’t lie to me Ezio. The Brotherhood can survive without you for a few more days. Now, back to bed.”
“But mother –”
“Bed.”
His face burns as he sulks back to his room. From the recruits’ quarters, he swears he hears giggling. (In fact, if he had only listened closer, he could have also heard Piero give a quiet cry of triumph as he collected his winnings, and a second round of betting start for the next day of Ezio's escape tactics.)
Ill Mentore 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-04-21 06:55 am (UTC)(link)Anetta walks in a moment later holding a bowl of some sort of delicious-smelling soup. It occurs to Ezio after listening to the clamor in the kitchen that Anetta has completely taken over kitchen duties. As an unwitting test subject for her food the past few days, he has to admit that she has a gift for it.
He also becomes aware of a very strange balance between their care and respect towards him. His greatest fear upon becoming ill was that he would lose face. While to a degree this is probably true, the recruits have also simply become more familiar, both to him and to each other.
Ezio would be glad of this new camaraderie, were it not for the fact that it also united them in there desire to coddle him like some tiny child.
“For the last time, I feel fine,” he lies to the recruit who’s been following him around all morning, hovering well within his personal space in case he falls like he did the first night.
The recruit nods. “Of course, Messere,” he says, and walks back the way they came.
Three minutes later Ezio spies him trying to follow once more, but further back. Deciding he has had enough of this game, Ezio leads the inexperienced recruit up the stairs to the roof and jumps.
Try following that, he thinks with a derisive smirk.
The haystack grunts when he hits it.
“What the – Zita, what are you doing here?”
“Um, practicing?”
Ezio manages to dig through the hay to find her face and glares.
“Oh, fine. Adele told us to make sure you didn’t leave while you were still sick.”
“I am not still sick,” he insists as he vaults out of the cart. The motion makes him dizzy, but he grips the cart with one hand and stays upright. “And how are you going to stop me from leaving?”
“I will – um, I don’t know,” Zita says as she fumbles her way out of the cart. “I didn’t expect you to actually try to leave this way. But I will think of something! Just . . . give me a minute . . .”
Ezio sighs. “Why are you all doing this? Don’t you have missions to complete?”
Zita opens and closes her mouth without sound several times before finding the words. “Because,” she says, quietly but with conviction. “You saved our lives in Roma. It is only fitting that we protect yours. And . . . we talk about our former lives over dinner sometimes. Many of us lost family to the Borgia; some lost their homes entirely, before you came. But then you helped us, and brought us here, and now we live here with others like us and you -” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “If I may, you are famiglia, Maestro.”
Ezio insists to himself that he is absolutely not touched by the sentiment. He does not reply, and is only letting Zita lead him back inside so she does not try to fight him as he leaves, that's all.
As he drifts to sleep that night, he tries to convince himself that the knot of warmth in his chest has nothing to do with the recruits who don’t remind him of little brothers and sistes.
Famiglia.
But he can't deny it's the best sleep he’s had in years.
Re: Ill Mentore 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-04-22 05:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: Ill Mentore 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-04-22 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)Also, ilu for Leonardo carrying him bodily from the room. <3 *cough* Rumors. XD
Re: Ill Mentore 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-05-17 06:42 am (UTC)(link)Re: Ill Mentore 1/3
(Anonymous) 2011-05-17 06:32 am (UTC)(link)