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To all you stupid fucks out there, Wiccan is a part of the Paganism religion, it IS NOT any part of Satanism!!

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A Rose With Thorns.

Haytham Kenway x OC.

Chapter 1. (Based off of ‘A Christmas Impersonation’ by @ragingbookdragon)

Summary: during a mission with Shay Cormac, French Assassin; Obedience L’Hona meets Grandmaster Haytham Kenway, but before anything happens she has to run.

Warnings: Language, sexual humor, mentions of violence and blood.

Rating: R. (For suggestive themes, Adult like scenes, mentions of loosing ones virginity, gore, smoking, and alcoholism.)

“This…is a bad idea, Shay.” She whimpered, grip on the Irish man’s overcoat deathly tight as she contemplates pulling him back towards the Morrigan. The man simply chuckled at the shorter woman’s antics.

“Relax, lass. We’ve got this, we always do.” He says as he leads her up the stairs. “Seriously, Shay. My nerves are a mess we’re going to fucking get caught.” She exclaims, chocolate brown hues wide with anticipation. “Obbi. Take a breather.” Shay coaxes and she rolls her eyes before doing as she’s told. Once she’s moderately calm, Shay gently guides her the rest of the way up the steps, and presents an invitation to the Red Coat standing guard outside of the mansion’s doors. He smiles at them, but the smile screams ‘I hate myself and I most definitely hate you.’

“Lord and Lady Shamus Williams?” He asked skeptically. “Yes, me and my wife have been traveling, this is our first gathering in about a month.” Shay says smoothly, and the Red Coat nods before smiling at Obedience and allowing the two to glide into the mansion and easily blend in.

As soon as they were out of the Red Coat’s earshot, both breathed sighs of relief. “That was close..” Shay muttered. “I thought you had it..” Obedience glowered. “Irish bastard..” she mutters. “Is this what upper-class parties are like?” Shay mutters.

She huffed. “This place is boring compared to Callaghan’s on a Friday night.”

 Shay snorted. “Agreed. It seems the people who govern us little ones don’t know how to party.”

A servant walked passed holding a tray of Champaign. Shay grabbed two, handing one to Obedience. “For you, Lady Williams.”

She took the drink. “Thank you, Lord Williams.” Raising her glass to his, she warned, “Now remember, the whole point of tonight isn’t to get piss drunk. We’re here to—”

She narrowed her gaze as he started drinking. “You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

 Shay eyed her. “I heard, ‘get piss drunk’, and decided to follow the instructions.”

           “You’re a dipshit, Shay.” Obedience griped, taking a sip of her own. Her face scrunched up and she inconspicuously spat the champagne back into the glass. A shiver ran through her and she gagged. “Ugh.”

He chuckled. “It’s surprising that you don’t like that, considering the fact that you drink whiskey.”

She smacked her lips awkwardly, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. “Yeah, but whiskey actually tastes good.” Obedience glared into the shot. “In the wise words of your dearly departed father, this tastes like horse piss.”

At that, Shay had to fake a cough to cover up the bark of laughter. “He would be proud.” And then they lapsed back into silence as they strolled around the venue.

Eventually, they stopped by one of the giant windows, and Obedience took to scrutinizing the men at the party.

A nudge to her side, followed by a whisper caught her attention. “Lady Williams, you’re supposed to be a married woman. Are you searching for a lover?”

 Obedience rolled her eyes and looked at him. “Well, someone has to satisfy a woman’s needs and you’re not.”

Shay actually seemed offended by that one, placing a hand to his chest. “That hurt.”

 “You’ll live,” she retorted, eyes following the men until she landed on one talking to an older woman. He was handsome, strong facial features, broad shoulders, definitely fit under all those layers, and his eyes. Oh, his eyes were drop dead striking, like gunmetal. And she wanted to know them. Badly.

She tapped repeatedly on Shay’s arm. “That one, I want that one!” She whispers, and Shay directs his eye sight towards the man Obedience had taken a liking to.

“You mean the one that screams I’m a pretentious arsehole with a stick shoved up my arse, that one?” Shay inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah..” Obedience replied hazily, practically drooling at the sight of the dark haired man. Shay sighs at his best friend’s behavior. “I want to climb that man like the village tree..”

At that, Shay gagged. “Gross!”

 “Are you kidding me, Shay?” she questioned, nodding at the man who’d begun to look around. “Look at his hands. And his thighs. And his really…firm…body. That is a man who knows what a woman wants and how to give it to her.”

 “I’m really glad you’ve finally found someone to break your celibacy vow, but please, please, please, understand that I am not as interested in men as you are.”

Obedience whirled around to face him, humorous glint in her eyes as she challenged him. “From what I’ve seen in Portugal, your a damn liar.” She said, accent getting thicker with every word spoken.

Shay’s already pale white face got even paler, if even possible. “I thought we agreed not to speak of that again!?” Shay scowled, cheeks beginning to redden in embarrassment.

“No,” she begins. “You said never to speak of it again and I nodded.” Obedience says as if it were the most obvious thing. “Exactly, you agreed.” Shay growled lowly. “Shay, you should know by now that I have to give verbal words of agreement, not a small simple nod of my pretty little head.” Obedience smirks, and Shay moves to argue with her when they hear someone clear their throat. Both slap smiles onto their faces and face the person whom demanded their attention, only to find the man Obedience had been previously drooling over.

The man offered a smile. “Good evening.” He greeted.

“Good evening.” Obedience greeted back, Shay quickly following her lead.

“Haytham Kenway, pleased to meet you.” The man introduced himself, and Obedience felt like his steel gray eyes were boring into her brown ones.

“Shay-!” Obedience nudged Shay’s foot. “Shamus Williams, the pleasure is mine. This, is my wife;” Shay says, and Obedience introduces her alias. “Maya Williams, pleasure.” She says, placing her hand in Haytham’s as she expects him to shake it. She’s pleasantly surprised when he raises it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckle. “The pleasure is mine.” Haytham says, the undertone of a flirt filling his voice, though his eyes held a pinch of suspicion.

“I’m normally good at recognizing the regulars of a party, but I don’t believe I’ve ever met you two.” Haytham says. “What is it you two do?” He asks.

Shay quickly fills in the metaphorical gap. “We work for a business man, unfortunately he became sick so he gave the invitations to me and my wife to represent him and his wife.” He says, and Haytham quickly nods.

Shay rested his hand in the small of Obedience’s back. She nearly hurled.

“My drink is empty, I’ll be back. Until I get back, why don’t you and Mr. Kenway converse?” Shay asks, smiling at Obedience. She lets out an unladylike snort, raising an eyebrow. “Your glass is full, Shamus.” Obedience says, but Shay quickly downs his glass before handing it to Obedience and sending her a mischievous wink. “Now, it’s empty.” He says and although she grins she lets out a wheeze. “I hate you.” She says, he simply grins and disappears into the crowd. Obedience shakes her head exasperatedly.

Haytham laughs, taking both glasses from Obedience. “I wasn’t—” Obedience begins but Haytham cuts her off. “You didn’t like it anyways.” He says, and she blushes in embarrassment.

“You uh-..” she clears her throat. “You saw that..?” She mutters, looking down bashfully and trying to hide behind her dark black hair.

Haytham chuckles. “Only the ones who were paying attention noticed.” He says, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Paying attention to a married woman?” She teased, giving him a small smirk.

Haytham ignores her question with a small chuckle. “Dance with me?” He asked, holding out an arm. “Mr. Kenway, I really shouldn’t..” Obedience says, trying to keep her act up. “Your not married.” Haytham says, and Obedience feels a bullet of shock rush through her, and she hesitantly places her hand in his.

Haytham pulls Obedience into a dance, but she doesn’t get a chance to enjoy it, a few Redcoats spotting her and beginning to advance.

“That, would unfortunately be my queue to run.” Obedience says before running away from the ballroom, trying to find Shay so they could escape the building.

She checks room after room, finally finding Shay in a large room with a desk. A desk that Shay was perched on, a woman on top of him.

“Shay!” Obedience yells, startling him and the woman. “Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?!” The woman yells at Obedience. “His best friend and the one saving his life, now get lost bitch!” Obedience snarls and the woman quickly dressed before doing so.

Shay quickly dresses himself and they make their way towards the window. “I can’t jump in this damn dress!” Obedience yelps. “Then cut it off if you can’t undo the lacings, woman!” Shay says, opening the window. “I can’t reach my damn knife!” She yelps, and Shay rolls his eyes before dropping to his knees in front of her, and reaching his hand up her dress.

“Don’t you dare get any funny ideas, Cormac!” Obedience growls lowly. “Wouldn’t be the first time, lass.” Shay jokes, earning a smack to the back of his head. He’s just about to grasp the handle of her knife when the door to the room is thrown open, revealing Haytham.

“I swear to God this is not what it looks like..” Obedience swears, growling at a frozen in place Shay. “You sure?” Haytham asks amusedly. “Quite.” Obedience says. Shay gets the hint and backs away. “I almost had your knife, until stick-arse showed up.” Shay growled, approaching the window. “Here,” Haytham says, cutting the lace in the back of Obedience’s dress. The dress itself falls to her ankles, leaving her in her corset and a black and blue skirt that went to her knees.

Shay jumped and Obedience turned to Haytham. She grabbed him by the neck and tugged him down to her level, kissing him passionately. He just barely got to kiss back before she pulled away and climbed the window sill, winking at him. “Later, Haytham.”

And then, both her and Shay were gone.

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rb to save a person with anxiety!!

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Anxiety. Jasper Whitlock Hale x OC book 1. (Can also be found on my Wattpad)

Chapter 1. New Phone, New Me.

3rd POV.

The store was noisy, Keelin remarked as she walked into the AT&T store, looking for a new phone. She fidgeted with the cold silver rings on her hands as she walked around, avoiding eye contact. She picked up an IPhone, and lazily decided she'd go ahead and get the model she was holding. "Whichever will get me out of here quicker." Keelin whispers, and luckily she had enough money for the lazily selected phone.

Her friend Kennedy snorted in amusement as Keelin hopped into her Honda Accord, showing Kennedy the phone. "Another day of just hurrying to avoid humanity?" Kennedy teases, flipping her sandy blonde hair for added sass. "Maybe.." Keelin muttered, playing with a strand of baby pink hair. "I'm just teasing, hun." Kennedy says while pulling her anxious friend into a loving hug. "I know."

Once back at home Keelin started going through her notebooks and putting the numbers of people she socialized with into her new phone, however she didn't realize she had mis-clicked a digit, and that would unknowingly change the course of her life.

Keelin: howdy slut it's me.

???: Excuse me?

Keelin: it's me, the bitch that has no social life.

???: not helping. Who are you and how did you get this number???

Keelin: it's Keelin. Keelin Swan? Jasmine this isn't funny 😒

???: I'm not Jasmine, and I don't know a Keelin Swine.

Keelin: BITCH MY NAME AIN'T SWINE ITS SWAN.

???: Sorry.

Keelin: wait, you really aren't Jassy?

???: No sorry.

Keelin: shit, I'm sorry. Like really sorry.

???: Your fine, you must've messed a digit up.

Keelin: I did, I'm really sorry for all that.

???: It's fine, Ms. Swan.

Keelin: Sooooo can I know your name since you know mine?

???: you gotta guess. For all the drama you caused.

Keelin: damn. Uhhh John?

???: nope

Keelin: Emmett?

???: no but that's my brother's name.

Keelin: ooh. Uh.. Jaz?

???: close.

Keelin: Jasper?

???: yes.

Keelin: Cool!!

Jasper: How's your day been?

Keelin: it's been alright, you?

Jasper: it's all good.

Keelin: sweet. My moms calling for me, I'll text later. If that's okay.

Jasper: of course.

Keelin: :)

Keelin clicked her phone off while smiling like an idiot before walking out of her room and going downstairs. "You called for me mom?" Keelin asks, adjusting the chain hanging around her neck. "How would you like moving to Forks with your dad with Bella while me and Phil traveled?" Her mom asked,  and Keelin shrugged. "I'll have to think about it. How long do I have to think?" Keelin asked. "Four months, it's only June." Renee says and Keelin nods before going upstairs and laying down for a nap.

When Keelin woke up, she stretched and yawned before throwing on a pair of black ripped jeans, a black tank top/ crop top and a cammo zip up jacket. Just as Keelin was pulling on her combat boots, Renee poked her head in. "Hey, you wanna come to the store with me and Phil? Bella's in her room reading and doesn't wanna go." Renee asked, knowing the answer would probably be a polite no. "Uhm.." she mutters, not really wanting to go but also wanting to get out of the house. "Why not.." she mumbles and Renee covers her shock with a gentle smile. "Awesome. Be ready in five minutes." She says and Keelin nods.

Walking out of the house wasn't hard, getting in the car wasn't hard, getting out of the car wasn't hard, but walking into a store full of people made Keelin's head spin harshly. She held an iron like grip on the shopping cart, keeping her head down and following her mother's voice. All around she heard the laughs and mocking voices no one else ever would. The world spun in rapid circles around her as her breathing became shallow. Her mother stopped to look at a frozen pizza and Keelin hurriedly fished her phone out from her pocket, opening her texts and messaging the first number she saw.

Keelin: I hate being in public

Jasper: what's wrong?

Keelin: my mom took me to the store and I forgot how much I freak out when I don't have any comfort in public.

Jasper: okay, what store are you at?

Keelin: Walmart.

Jasper: okay, what's your favorite food?

Keelin: steak.

Jasper: favorite color?

It took Keelin a moment to answer, and she realized with a small smile that Jasper was trying to help her through her episode.

Keelin: blue. You?

Jasper: either red or blue. Gender?

Keelin: I'm a female. You?

Jasper: male. Hobbies?

Keelin: Browsing pornhub. Lmfao jkjk. I like to read, write, dance, sing, and go horse back riding. You?

Jasper: pretty much the same. Though I play chess with my brothers and sisters sometimes.

Keelin: big family?

Jasper: sort of. How many siblings do you have?

Keelin: one, a younger sister. You?

Jasper: we're all adopted in my family. But there's me, Emmett, Edward, Rosalie, and Alice, and then our foster parents Carlisle and Esme.

Keelin: sweet, it's just me and Isabela here with mom and step dad.

Jasper: sounds nice.

Keelin: not really, lol. Sure, the solitudes awesome. But it's hard when your sister doesn't exactly like you.

Jasper: why doesn't your sister like you?

Keelin: I've made some decisions in the past that I'm not proud of..

Jasper: I know the feeling.

Keelin: thank you.

Jasper: for what?

Keelin: helping me. :)

Jasper: my pleasure.

Keelin: I'll text you when I get home. Okay?

Jasper: sure thing darlin'.

Keelin exited out of her messages and smiled, glad she'd made a friend out of Jasper.

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I’ve come to a decision. I’m posting my fanfic ‘Anxiety’ (a Jasper Hale fanfic) on here since the first book is almost done

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Yeah, he’s a mess. But we still love him

girls be like *he is my comfort character* and whamm! it’s the most emotionally traumatized fictional man you’ve ever seen!

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🤣

Here is a giant bundle of meme art for y'all. I love drawing this type of shit lmao. Water hair boy and long haired black/golden boy are my OCs because I’m a loser. Enjoy

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Who tf likes Pork? Shit gives ya worms 😖

hey, tag this with a food people get really upset about you not liking

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Yes. Just- yes.

has anyone started a religion for tims sideburns yet? if not, im gonna become sideburn priest or whatever idk im not religious lol

or a cult. i think thats easier to be a cult leader than a priest

for tim suttons sideburns

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Omg Thomas Hickey is HILARIOUS. And Clara O’Dea is precious💜 thank you!

Cast your mutuals as Assassins Creed characters :) go!

Okay I had to THINK about this one so hard but i’ve finally done it!!

I haven’t included Shay because he joined the templars (snakey bitch) (but then again i would join the templars if haytham asked-) but I’ve included all of the main characters (+ Henry because why not)

this is based off of the vibes and personality alone…

Altaïr: @were1776

Ezio: @karate-cat

Connor: @chaotic-randomzooli

Aveline: @critical-endangered

Edward: @choosing-violence

Arno: @burgoyned

Evie: @lisholmes221

Jacob: @harrison-the-dilf-friend

Henry: @puzzlesanddepression

Bayek: @sgtrio

Kassandra: @themostingloriousisvictorious

Alexios: @queenbottomless

Eivor: @queenbutgenderneutrally

Desmond: @itissnowing

(if you weren’t assigned a character, feel free to ask)

Thanks Bea!! 💜

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If it’s not too much to ask can I be assigned one?

Cast your mutuals as Assassins Creed characters :) go!

Okay I had to THINK about this one so hard but i’ve finally done it!!

I haven’t included Shay because he joined the templars (snakey bitch) (but then again i would join the templars if haytham asked-) but I’ve included all of the main characters (+ Henry because why not)

this is based off of the vibes and personality alone…

Altaïr: @were1776

Ezio: @karate-cat

Connor: @chaotic-randomzooli

Aveline: @critical-endangered

Edward: @choosing-violence

Arno: @burgoyned

Evie: @lisholmes221

Jacob: @harrison-the-dilf-friend

Henry: @puzzlesanddepression

Bayek: @sgtrio

Kassandra: @themostingloriousisvictorious

Alexios: @queenbottomless

Eivor: @queenbutgenderneutrally

Desmond: @itissnowing

(if you weren’t assigned a character, feel free to ask)

Thanks Bea!! 💜

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Mondays give me Charles Lee vibes tbh

fridays always give me john laurens vibes idk why but i feel like they were his favourite day-

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This is the best thing I’ve seen all day😂

I HAVE AN ARMY

BRING ME MAC AND CHEESE MY MINIONS

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Awwwww

“Moon is very introverted, so I’m honoured that he shared his euphoric biscuit-making skills with me today“ 

(Source)

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Anyone else like me out there?

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I feel ROBBED that we never got a movie scene where Rosalie pushes Edward off the top of a mountain while they're hunting and he falls for a comically long time, breaking trees and boulders as he goes