assassin's creed imagines

Happy Thanksgiving! | All Assassin's/Templars

this is mainly a desmond x reader but i figured this would be fitting to edit and post today since it's thanksgiving!

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The smell of turkey and ham could be smelled from miles away, or at least that's what you figured since you've been cooking so much food. Even though your home was in the Tuscan countryside, there was so much food probably even Florence could smell it. It was thanksgiving day, and everyone had been waiting since Monday to eat some of your pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, and most certainly your turkey. Connor was probably the most excited, and you figured you'd have to make a turkey just for him since the guy eats like a bear. Desmond had helped you in the kitchen with the turkey, he had cleaned it and stuffed the thing early this morning at around 6 a.m. when you were still sleeping since you had been up all day yesterday making pies. This morning he put it in the oven at around 7, and since it was a pretty big turkey (around 25-30 lbs), you put the timer on around 5 hours, which meant it would be done at around lunchtime and it gave you plenty of time to make the casseroles and mashed potatoes.

Connor and Edward help set the table after you showed them where the tablecloth, special plates, glasses, and silverware were. You were suprised to see Edward actually doing a good job, he didn't break a single glass while he set them out. Haytham and Arno sat in the living room, sipping on wine. Haytham read a book and relaxed on a chair by the window, and Arno watched the football game with Jacob after Desmond taught them how the game works. Every once in a while when you would exit the kitchen to see if everyone was alright, you would see Haytham glance at the score on the T.V. to see if the Patriots were winning. They had a lead in the first half, so he had a small smile on his face every time you would look.

Evie and Shay were upstairs getting the board games and decks of cards for after the meal, when everything was cleaned up and got their nap we would play for a while until everyone was hungry enough for leftovers. Bayek just walked around and observed everyone. One minute he would be in the living room doorway watching Jacob over react to football, the next he would be with Connor and Edward helping set the napkins and plates out for everyone. He would set them out, then peek into the kitchen to see Desmond bent over looking in the oven at the casserole and you washing dishes in order to not have a pile of them later on.

Altaïr and Ezio were in the study playing chess and checkers, the Syrian assassin wanted to be away from 'the obnoxious noise box that is Jacob Frye, and the disapproving and annoyed looks that were Haytham Kenway'. His words, not yours. Ezio had somewhat agreed, figuring it was better than nothing and it passed the time until the food was ready to eat. It was already 11:30, and the potatoes were boiling after you had peeled and cut them up. After they were done, you would have to strain and mash them up, adding butter and milk to make them creamy but chunky at the same time. While they were boiling, you checked on your pumpkin pies that had been setting out to cool from last night when you baked them. The crust was golden brown still, and the filling part didn't crack or shrink away from the crust itself.

Desmond leaned his backside against the counter, a cold can of beer clasped in his hands as he sipped on it. He was in charge of the green bean casserole every year, and it was still cooking in the oven a rack below the turkey. He would check on it every few minutes, seeing if both items were done cooking even though it wasn't time yet. You could tell everyone was getting a little impatient, because every 5 minutes Jacob would peek into the kitchen and ask if the food was ready yet. You always said no and he would grumble back into the living room and keep watching football.

Taking the cool whip out of the refrigerator and placing on the counter next to the pies, you got out a spoon and opened the container. "Is it almost time, babe?" Desmond asked, coming over to you and placing his head on your shoulder. "No, I'm just putting the cool whip on the pumpkin pies and placing them in the fridge for a little bit until the turkey and casserole is done." You told him, spooning out a bunch of cool whip onto the pie and spreading an even layer over the top. Desmond hummed in response, his arms wrapping around your waist and slightly swollen abdomen. "You told them yet?" He whispered so that only you could hear, and you immediately knew he was talking about the baby.