♡Assassin's Creed♡

chefs - altair x reader

“…Pumpkin Pie… Mummy Dogs… Cookies and Cake…” Looking up from the batter for the cookies, I caught the curious gaze of Altaïr. He held the list of foods to make for my family’s Halloween party this evening. “This is a lot of meals – I doubt one person could make these in only a few hours.” Huffing, I shrugged and ran a hand through my messy hair.

“Yeah, I know, but I didn’t want to interrupt you from your beauty sleep.” An angry grunt left his lips, calloused fingers setting the list down to where it laid before. When he spoke no more, I started to stir the contents of the large bowl, adding chocolate chips from time to time. “I already have the cake and pie in the oven, do you think you could help me with the Mummy Dogs? They’re simple and it’ll only take about 15 minutes.” My (e/c) orbs darted from the done batter to the nodding Assassin, he stood up straight, ready for instructions. I sucked my teeth, picking up the large stirring bowl and placing it next to the tray. “In the freezer, there should be packs with eight hot dogs in each of them, six of them to be exact, can you get them out and set them on the table to thaw out?” I didn’t get a response, only the tapping of his shoes on the tiled floor. The freezer slowly open, and soon the packages were being placed next to the tray. Grabbing an ice cream scooper, I put some scoops of the cookies on the tray, then the next one, and so on so forth. I was satisfied with requesting his help. Slowing picking up two trays, I smiled as the Assassin opened the oven for me to put the trays in. “Thank you so much.” I said, bending to carefully placed them inside.

It certainly was a good idea to request for Altaïr’s help. In only a few hours, the Mummy Dogs were already in the oven, the pumpkin pie was cooling down, and I was frosting the marble cake. All this time, the male was eating the excess cookie, the frosting, and the pumpkin batters. He seemed to enjoy them, for he didn’t eat with a grimace. But, he watched with the eyes of a hawk, watched as I smeared the vanilla frosting on the fluffy desert. He then turned his head, looking over to the counter for who knows what. I was too concentrated on the cake to notice he had risen from the chair, and grabbed the decorations I planned to place on the cake. It was only when I was done with the frosting and walking over to the counter that I realized they were gone. “What? I thought I placed them right here…” I grumbled, rubbing my hands on my apron. “There goes five dollars.” Licking my lips, I slowly turned to see Altaïr with the small decorations, already having placed most on the cake. He held the last decoration, a fake spider, and placed it in the middle. Smiling, I stepped lightly towards the Assassin, a hand on his arm as I inspected the cake. “It’s perfect.” I squeaked, hearing him chuckle from beside me. 

“Malik would laugh.” He shook his head, stepping back to check on the cookies. 

“Aww, I think he would congratulate you on your cooking skills.” I pouted, watching him as he opened the oven and inspected the chocolate chip cookies. “Besides, you helped me with a very important task, you must feel proud of yourself.” Nodding with a grin, I handed him oven mitts to pick up the trays and set them on the stove to cool down. 

“Thank you.” He pursed his lips, looking over to me with his light brown eyes. Smiling, I took the third tray out the oven. 

“Anytime Altaïr, now, we still have the Mummy Dogs to do!” I cheered, resulting in a mere chuckle from the man. “Come on, come on, hop to it!” I playfully pushed him towards the fridge to grab the condiments, and laughed when a surprised expression appeared on his face. The man never ceased to make me laugh.