Assassin's creed one shots

Sly (Volpelli)

La Volpe's real name is Gilberto. Never knew he had another name. Today we have Volpelli. Which is Niccolo Machiavelli and the king of thevies.

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frustration... That is what the first word that comes to Niccolo's mind when he thinks of La Volpe. The infamous thief and assassin who disgustingly accused him of treason to the brotherhood. This man nearly killed him. It's been a month since the incident and the thief has been quite active. Coming in and out with helpful info for Ezio and him.

Previous conversations have been of teases and small arguments. "Looks like the Prince is in a bad mood" The older male spoke smirking as Niccolo shoots a glare at him. "Go away you annoying shit" The rude reply was simply shoved to the side. La Volpe gasped as if he was offended. "oh how dare you Machia-" "don't call me that" "-my heart had been shattered into pieces!" A few Novices nearby giggled at the sight. "they are so cute" Machiavelli cringe and grabbed La Volpe. "Leave! I need to focus on my work!" he shoved him out the door and slammed it shut. The philosopher huffed angrily and looked towards the novices "go train novices I will be testing your skills later" the group groan and went to go. That foolish incompetent little... Machiavelli tapped his pockets and groans. "LA VOLPE!!!"

Today, La Volpe has not graced the Brotherhood with his presence leaving Machiavelli restless. Ezio noticed this and simply smirked as he watched Niccolo trying to feed the pigeons. "Is something wrong Ragazzo amante?" The mentore spoke in the same teasing tone as La Volpe. "Ezio I am not in the mood at the-"
"worried that the king of thieves won't return to you?" Machiavelli looked at him and glared "of course he will come back" The Italian laughs "so you do like him" silence fell in the room before Machiavelli went to pick a pigeon up. "You aren't denying it-" "I dislike him Ezio, it will take me a while before I can like him at all. " "it is-" Ezio tried to speak but was cut off "AND if you think I love him in any way the answer is no coglione"

Just as the two finished their conversation one of La Volpe's thieves burst in the door with wounds covering their body. "Help! The Borgia- fuck- the Borgia found the guild!" The atmosphere in the room filled with dread. "what?! How-" Ezio looked panicked by the fact they could be losing a close ally. "where did they take the captured ones" "To the gallows!" Both Ezio's and Machiavelli's faces turned pale. The mentore turned to the recruits. "Assassins! We are about to put your skills to the test! Prepare for a rescue mission. We must save La Volpe and his thieves."

Ezio turned to instruct Machiavelli to a task but he had already left for the gallows. Machia rode with haste not caring for what people were in the way. As the gallows slowly came into view the sight of three thieves' bodies hung came into view. Niccolo tugged on the reins panting heavily. His eyes flew left to right as he searched for the face of the Fox.

"Great people of Roma!!!" The disgusting Cesare Borgia stepped on to the stage. As he did the other assassins arrived blending in with the crowd and standing on the rooftops. "The king of thieves, the Great La Volpe!" He gestures to the side and guards shoved the male to Ceasre. His hands were tied behind his back leaving him vulnerable. With no hesitation the Borgia punched La Volpe who only gave a grunt in response. "his disgusting slop has robbed the people of Roma and committed many crimes" Machiavelli looked up at Ezio who watched Ceasre carefully. "says the bastardo who's family commits many more" The Fox mumbles and caused the crowd to leave ooos
"what did you say you miserable shit?" he grabbed the man and removed his hood. La Volpe had dark brown locks that were slicked back and tucked out of sight. He growled and spat at the Borgia. "vaffanculo!" Cesare glared and proceed to pull a knife out. He held it up to La Volpe's neck and lightly dragged the knife across it.
Machiavelli shook nervously and was ready to just charge at the Borgia. Yet he had no idea what Ceasre will do next. His eyes went back to Ezio who cringed at the sight. A few recruits looked nervous as they waited for the signal. The mentore did not give it even when Ceasre went to stab La Volpe in his arm. La Volpe didn't make much more noise than a few hisses and grunts. "This is what happens when you dare challenge me you sly Fox" Ceasre mumbled holding La Volpe's chin "or shall I call you 'Gilberto' peasant" The Brotherhood looked at one another even Ezio was shocked to hear the thief had a name. Machiavelli mumbled the name many times to himself as small fantasies of his reaction to pet names. A small blush spread across his cheeks. Hey, stop that! this is no time to be thinking such thoughts! He told himself just in time. "get him ready" The Borgia mumbled as guards grabbed the injured Volpe. Another grabbed a noose and wrapped it around the thief's throat. Machiavelli trembled as his heart began to pound. Ezio signals immediately for the assassins to attack.

Niccolo didn't hesitate to move off his horse and into the crowd with other assassins. Gil looked into the crowd and saw the assassins. He only smirked proudly that the novices are here to save him. However, he wasn't the only one who knew. Cesare had already spotted the assassins. He had made sure he had the guards ready to kill the assassins. Ezio jumped to try and assassinate the Borgia but unfortunately, he had moved out of the way. "do it now! Then go kill the assasinos!!" A guard pulled a lever and the platform underneath La Volpe opened. The noose immediately tightened around Gilberto's neck causing him to choke. They assassin engaged in battle with the guards while Ezio and Cesare struggled against each other in combat. "haha! Ezio Auditore!" The mentore growled as he tried to cut down the bastard. The Borgia grabbed his wrist and kicked Ezio's thigh causing him to grunt in pain. One of the recruits looked over and saw this. They charged at the Borgia and grabbed him shoving him away from Ezio.

Meanwhile, Machiavelli and another recruit rushed to La Volpe. They fought their way through the guards. Once Niccolo got to Gilberto small gasps came from him. Daring not to speak a word the philosopher used the hidden blade he had and sliced the rope. The thief fell on his back gasping for air as he stared at his savior. A small sigh of relief came from Machiavelli before-

"LOOK OUT" a recruit screeches to Niccolo as searing pain came from his back. A brute of a Knight took an axe and clashed Machia in his back causing him to double over and tumble into the pit with La Volpe. The muffled yelling and clanging of swords could be heard still. "fuck" Machiavelli spoke looking at where he had fallen. Right on top of La Volpe who's face cringed in pain. His orange tunic stained red from his wound. "Niccolo... " he mumbled leaning to sit up. "stay-" Machiavelli yells in pain as he tried to move. His back felt like it was on fire.
"Fucking- grah- Borgia guard" he grunted out as La Volpe moved to get a better view of his wound. "that will most definitely leave a mark. Must be painful" he smirked
"No shit!! Gah! " he groaned still trying to move. "Ezio!!!" Niccolo yelled out hoping the mentore would hear him. He did but him and the recruits were slowly being backed to a corner. "they aren't going to hear you. We need to-" "run?! Hahaha, tell me how you of all people manage to run with a stab wound!" His voice wavered in pain as he shot a glare at the fox as he just smirked. "shh" he puts a finger up to his own mouth. "I know this a tunnel nearby. If we can reach it we can regroup with the assassins there" Machiavelli didn't protest and grabbed on to La Volpe "don't fucking disappear again" he hissed out gripping on to the man's tunic. Gilberto nodded and picked him up carefully. Niccolo hissed and covered his mouth to muffled a grunt. "here we go" The thief mumbled as he ducked making his way out of the network of support posts. They were nearly out when they saw Ezio and injured recruits retreating. La Volpe rushed to sprint after them. "salute Ezio!" "La Volpe? Glad to see you are fin-" he looked at Machiavelli who had gotten much paler. "GET THE ASSASSINOS!" Cesare screamed at them. Machiavelli stared at Gilberto as his vision blurred. He opened his mouth and spilled a few words out before his grip loosened and the man went limp.

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Machiavelli gasped as he woke up to find himself in his own bed. He grunted and held his head slowly moving to get up. There was pain and something heavy on his torso. Rubbing his eyes Niccolo looked down and saw La Volpe passed out on top of him. He didn't have his hood over his head and his hair was wildly untamed. Instead of it being slicked back it was down to his neck. Why is he here? Machiavelli thought to himself. He paused and eyed at his neck seeing a red rash around it. The sudden panic came as he remembered last night. Machia moved the blanket off of him and saw bandages wrapped around his torso. "morning pigeon" he jumped and looked at the thief who's purple eyes laid on him. "pigeon? Now where did that-" He was cut off by Gilberto putting a finger to his mouth. "shh." Leaning to his ear the fox mumbled slyly "I accept your confession" The male turned on his heels and left the room. Leaving a confused Machiavelli to sit there, checks red and a hand to his mouth.

"what confession?"

To be continued?