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envihellbender · 1 year ago

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The Powers as serial killer avatars? :3c

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Characters: (OCs) Noor Essa, Darja Bič, Aubrey Marsh, Meyer Brody, Roxen Vilatte, Nina Kova / Hazel de la Croix, Devyn Fraser, Bertrand Hardie, Milo de Verley, Jamie Barrett, Aidan McKennon, Sara Bayat, Cora McKenna, Rhiannon Powell,

Content: buried alive, germophobia, fear of the dark, parental abuse, murder, factory farms, arson, suicide, drowning, dolls,

The Buried

Noor Essa is a runaway who lives in the Sahara desert. They are known to the people of Cairo, although considered something of a myth. It is known people go missing, but it is often debated as to whether that is a serial killer, a mystical figure who hides in the tombs, animals, or simply exposure to the elements.

Most refer to them as a graverobber which is not entirely accurate, whilst they encase themselves in the pyramids and tombs they feel most at peace in they never actually take anything from within them. They are horrified at that prospect, they were raised to worship the dead and always find peace amongst them.

Their victims are often historians, thieves, and tourists who’ve gotten lost in the desert. They only come out at night because the daytime is too hot and dangerous in the Sahara. They kill for food, and also bury them by the tomb they currently live in as a tribute to the corpse who is sharing their home with them.

The Corruption

Darja Bič was meticulously clean, everything in her lab was sterilised several times over. That included herself, her skin was permanently a sore pink from how often she’d scrubbed at it. Ever since she’d became apart of the Corruption and those insects had begun to follow her, those worms … it had gotten worse. She was determined to be clean. Healthy. Including the victims she captured.

She wore medical gloves and a mask the entire time she touched them outside of her lab. Her breath was starting to grow short and shaken from the damp that had collected behind the medically certified mask, and her hands grew cracked, easily cut open and often infected. She always came up behind her victim, walking with her coat zipped up to the top and her hood up. She was unapproachable but seemingly harmless, until she injected them in the neck.

It was disease she was fascinated with, she simply despised the worms she had to step on five thousand times a day. She’d always been scared of them bastards and now they were everywhere. Her victims were strapped to her table screaming into their gag and pulling on their steel restraints. Today, she was going inject the handsome young man, with a combination of measles, typhoid, and anthrax.

The Dark

Aubrey Marsh was fourteen when it started. They suppose it was because their father had locked them in the cellar, they always did enjoy the dark so it hardly seemed like the punishment it was supposed to be. Their bedroom was down there now, the mattress in the floor next to the dripping water from the old, creaking boiler. The liquid became darker every day. They didn’t plan on killing their father, but after he’d killed their mother and left the corpse to rot down there with them it seemed only fair. When the creature came to them in the Dark, a promise to take care of them and help kill their father was all too enticing.

When their father came down one day, with a dog dish full of food and a bottle of water, the light switch wouldn’t turn on. He cursed, yelling at Aubrey asking what they’d done now. He should have noticed that it wasn’t the standard dark, it was pure blackness. He should have felt the two thin hands shove him down the stairs, but he didn’t. He hit the stone floor at the bottom without knowing a single thing. Aubrey stood over his corpse, and kicked him in the head. They didn’t think about their mother before they left, the one they’d killed him for.

Aubrey enjoyed dark, damp places, and began living in abandoned factories. Thankfully there were a lot of them on the outskirts of Bradford. Enough that they could stay in them for months at a time, seeing their fair few urban explorers, photographers, and occasional ghost hunters. Aubrey had fun following them, watching them grow anxious as they made their surroundings darker and darker, and had silhouettes follow them around. Leading them to the tall, wooden stairs, barely registering the small thin hands that pushed them.

The Desolation

Meyer Brody had been an arsonist for a long time before the Desolation came to him. It started when he was eight with old mattresses that people abandoned under the flyover. He’d become fixated and snorted with laughter if there happened to be a rodent sleeping in one. He didn’t watch or torture it really, is how he saw it, he was observing the flames. The death of an animal was just a coincidence. It would normally run away, still alight. He soon got bored of this however, graduating to burning down bushes and trees. He found his favourite part was going to them days later to see how they had been completely, and utterly destroyed. That became his new fascination, the flames had grown boring… now it was seeing something be turned to ashes.

It was after his third stint in juvie that he escalated. He was finally home, age sixteen, and his mother was ranting at him for how he was throwing his life away. This time it was her disapproval about how he’d refused to go to Temple with her, but let it go enough to go by herself. She said if his father was alive today he’d know what to do with him. That’s what gave Meyer the idea to go to his father’s graveside that evening, after his mother had locked the door. He snuck out through his bedroom window, and picked the lock to the shed, pulling out some of his fathers old things. A shovel and pick axe. He ended up walking instead of taking his bike.

His original plan was to dig up his father and set alight to the body, but when he saw a group of irritating boys from school there he couldn’t help but feel anger running through his chest. They saw him, shouted antisemitic slurs and called him a freak, as they always did. He wasn’t really thinking when he picked up his shovel, nor when he smacked each one over and over again. The one who tried to run away he didn’t hit quite so cleanly, the metal sliced through his temples, and his shovel slammed through his victim’s skull.

He piled them all in an open grave of his own creation, and of course he set them alight. It became a tradition after that, he’d find people, anyone would do, and watch them burn to death. He wasn’t sure when the Desolation came to him, he supposed it was when he met Jude, and when she introduced him to Agnes. He didn’t have quite the same devotion to her that Jude did, all he could think about was how he’d appreciate what Agnes had far, far more than she did.

The End

Roxen Vilatte could often be found in the corner of the Sweetwater brewery, despite the fact he never ordered a drink no one told him to leave or even paid him any mind. He sat there with a book and a chess set - an ancient, battered thing. People didn’t look at him twice, they either didn’t think anything was odd about this or they simply found him too frightening to ask. The only time anyone spoke to him was to challenge him to a game of chess, he’d smirk and agree, his voice a thick Louisiana drawl. He’d roll up the sleeves of his red plaid shirt and watch his opponent intently, always choosing black. He won, of course. The player would always leave him pale and shaking, as if they’d looked into the face of the devil himself. Strangely enough, not a single one managed to live until the end of the week.

Was Roxen killing them? Certainly. Well. In a sense. You see, they killed themselves he always said. They chose the chess game, they should have known from the strange carvings on the side of the board there was something odd about it. He never forced anyone to play, or even approached anyone for a game. He always waited for them to come to him. The fact he was more clear and inviting to a certain type of person and forgotten by others was a strange coincidence. The fact they all were killed from suicides, despite none having any history of mental illness or suicidal thoughts prior to this was also an odd little connection. Nothing to do with him, of course.

One day, a tall, thin young man with a thatch of red hair and bright green eyes came in, sitting opposite Roxen. He was somewhat known in the town as the strange boy in the old farmhouse who lived with his grandmother. He wasn’t old enough to drink yet but that didn’t stop the bar from serving him a good whiskey and coke. He sipped at it as he sat down challenging Roxen to a game, immediately Roxen did not like the young man. For one thing, he hadn’t chosen to appeal to him - he simply… approached. For another, he was smug, and that was infuriating to Roxen. He accepted the offer against his better judgement, and they played for hours. By the time the what had been the mid afternoon sun had set, the young man proudly declared checkmate - the first one to ever beat Roxen. As he stood astounded, staring at the board the young man simply said: “well, guess I gone an’ escaped death today.”

The Eye

Few knew of Nina Kova, the Dutch immigrant living in Paris, but her professional alias of Madame Hazel La Croix was known all over mainland Europe in the right circles. Her shop was on the river Seine, and came to life at night. Large neon lights declared precisely who she was to anyone who would pass: MADAME HAZEL LA CROIX’S MAGICAL EMPORIUM. Underneath it declared her as a psychic medium who offered one-to-one sessions, groups, performances, and seances, as well as expensive and specialised store of everything from new age to occult to witchcraft related tems. Customers often came from all over Europe, and sometimes further afield, to see her, or buy her stock. She refused interviews and any filmed performances, which increased her credibility to many.

The reason for Hazel’s esteem was how accurate everything she said was. Many sceptics tried to go to catch her out, but they couldn’t deny that when her eyes switched from their soft brown to a bright green and she asked if you had a grandfather named Manuel who died of a stroke and used to take you walking in Per Lachaise cemetery with his dog… it was hard to dispute. Every time she asked a question she had a smirk on her lips as she stared directly into your soul. She knew precisely how accurate what she was saying was. She knew. Sceptics would try to deny it on occasion but they’d splutter and she’d sigh, asking if they could please be honest.

Despite her fame, that did not mean she stopped her hobby she’d developed from childhood. It started with her mother, she’d pretend to give her messages from their dead father, through automatic writing and knocks in the walls. Her mother believed it and quickly Hazel found herself being displayed to leering adults who’d poke and prod and ask intrusive questions. They were happy to use her as a party trick, and despite her hating the whole ordeal she learned to use it to her advantage. Her mother would charge obscene amounts of money, and Hazel tormented her with horrible messages from her father. “He” said how she was a monster who he never loved, how he was having affairs throughout their entire marriage, that she should atone through acts that greatly benefited her daughter. When her mother has been driven mad, Hazel grew bored and decided to have her father declare she should hang herself. Hazel found she could be extremely persuasive, and she never quite understood why. She giggled as she saw her mother hanging. So naturally when she was gifted with the Eye, there was only one thing to do.

The Flesh

People didn’t expect Devyn Fraser to be a vegetarian, they were a chef at a high end restaurant that regularly served meals like veal and foie gras, how on earth could they be? They had a simple answer for that, everyone who eats meat or harms an animal would get what was coming to them. They said with a smirk as the smell of duck and steak filled the restaurant. They’d then laugh, as if it was a joke, setting the everyone around them at ease. As if they weren’t sizing up the man who’d ordered a bloody steak, who joked he wanted it still alive. Or the woman who asked for veal without batting an eyelid. They wouldn’t be eating at the restaurant again, not that they knew it when they left happy and full. Sometimes laughing with their friends or partner. They didn’t see the tall, chubby cook who was watching them intently - already having asked for the customers payment information.

Devyn enjoyed making their victims suffer the way the animals they had a part in killing suffered. The domain of the Flesh was a factory farm after all, and they enjoyed bringing them through the torment until they got bored of the new meat. A customer who ordered the veal, in this case a tall, willowy woman with a button nose and smug expression, was locked in a dark room. It was so small she couldn’t sit up comfortably, she’d been stripped to just her underwear, fed only lard and water through tubes that were pressed through the wall into her mouth. She couldn’t scream, her throat was too dry for that, all she could do was wait and think. She was completely alone with her thoughts, waiting to die, just like the animal she ate.

Those who are the steak got a similar death, in this case a stout man with curly brown hair and a crooked jaw. He awoke completely naked squeezed in a cage with other men like him, he attempted to speak with them but they looked at him with glassy expressions and only spoke in low grunts. Once a day an attendant, a tall, misshapen man, appeared. His torso was bumpy in some places and also oddly thin and lacking any muscle definition in others, his arms and legs had too many joints and bulged out at the wrist and ankles. He injected them all with a strange cocktail of medications, based on the way their chests grew and muscles depleted it seemed to be some form of hormones. Their troughs were filled with slop, and Devyn only came to see them when they walked them to the abattoir, asking if they enjoyed their last meal. They did work very hard on it after all.

The Hunt

Bertrand Hardie arranged the Hunt every year, and it was always quite the success. The attendees were those devoted to his same patron, regardless of whether they were avatars, agents, or his old friends. The Hunt was based on a tradition his great grandfather had created, of taking his friends and those of his class on a gigantic hunting trip once a year. The difference was that they traditionally hunted animals - foxes, rabbits, badgers, moles, and the like. Upon being chosen to become apart of the Hunt Bertrand had took in his stride, he was delighted by the prospect even. It also gave him an idea, the annual Hardie Family Hunt would he reborn, it had last taken place until a few years before Bertrand’s father’s health had declined. After the man’s death and Bertrand’s rebirth it seemed right to bring it back. Only this time, there would be one crucial difference. The prey, game, or whatever you like to call them were people.

The victims were collected in the months leading up to it - often they were captured from the streets, hiking in the highlands, or anywhere else stragglers tended to hang out. It would rarely be Bertrand, he obviously did not lower himself to talk to them directly before he started the game. The agents who picked up the game were charming, offering a kind ear, and in a lot of cases a warm meal and a place to sleep. In Aberdeen itself it was harder, they were more streetwise and on watch there. People actually looked out for each other. That was a problem. It was the outlying towns were no one blinked when a homeless twenty something disappeared. Between the time they were caught and the Hunt, the agents brought them back to the holding cells, as Bertrand called them. In reality it was a large country manor, and each prey was looked inside one of the bedrooms, they were well furnished enough with en-suite bathrooms… but having to ask for help with the slightest thing, such as how they kept the hot water and electricity off unless they requested it. And they needed a good reason.

Bertrand stood on the outskirts of the mountain, the one owned by the Hardie family with manned barriers around the edges to make sure no one escaped. He wore a smart tartan flat cap, a large coat, and held a obscenely sized shot gun. As the Hunt took over his body, his nose and chin grew into something representing a snout, his teeth sharper, and his eyes narrowed. His body grew taller and his muscles developed. He didn’t wait for the beginning of the game to be announced, as soon as he caught the sent of the first human, he ran, fixated and unblinking on the path he needed to take. The game has been released all over the mountain, and now it was their job to find them.

The Lonely

Milo De Verley was a handsome young man, which was not harmed by his soft French accent and thick blonde eyelashes. His eyes were the shade of caramel, and his curls made him look almost angelic. So when he showed up at the house of a victim, claiming to be a long lost nephew, cousin, or perhaps the son of a dear friend, it was hard to accuse the man of lying. He had always fallen upon hard times, and desperately needed a family member or friend. He was polite and threw in a good story which painted him as the victim, and the target as a possible hero. People were eager to help him, and Milo had a type.

His victims all fit the following standards: lived alone, had friends or family visit less than once a month, divorced or widowed, no pets, and a generous income. The latter was the most important for the beginning of his plan. Somehow, when he spoke of barely being able to afford the hotel he was staying in, he’d get talked into spending the night at his target’s. He was family after all (or as good as.) He’d cook them breakfast as a thank you, what a charming boy he wasl. He did all their shopping to let them know he was grateful. In fact, with all his help they barely needed anyone outside their home at all. Soon they became dependent solely on him, they helped Milo, and now he’s as helping them, keeping them drugged and pliant.

When the victims were found, Milo played the teary eyed loved one so well. He seemed heartbroken, going on how they were all he had and the same was true the other way around. None of the deaths were treated as suspicious… which is strange, since every single one of them had an obscenely high level of arsenic in their blood.

The Slaughter

Kutlay Androu’s Battle & Glitch was a rare find these days, so when Jamie Barrett found it in Mega-Bytes, his local retro video game café/shop, he was convinced it was a fake. He remembered the story from his childhood in the nineties, it was all they talked about at St Joseph’s Primary School for a few months and he’d always been fascinated by the story. He didn’t actually know anyone who bought the game, but he saw the advert on TV. The premise was quite simple, it was a fighting game that seemed similar to Streets of Rage but you took advantage of ‘glitches’ in the game to attack your enemies. This could be causing them to be thrown up in the air with their limbs flying off, or zooming through them and causing them to explode. He remembered excitedly discussing it with his friends and begging his parents for the game. They insisted that he’d get it him for Christmas but by then every copy had been recalled from the shelves. Jamie decided whether this game was fake or not, for £6.50 he could take the risk.

The story of the game was that it had been found in the possession of six different mass murders. Jamie remembered them, and they all definitely happened. There was Erin Dunn - a fifteen year old in Dundee who killed eight civilians and six police officers with a hammer from her dad’s tool shed. She was a quiet, studious girl who never raised her voice, she’d never even got into a fight or argument with anyone. She had a good group of friends, a happy middle class home… no one could figure out what would cause her to snap. Then Robbie Turner from Inverness who took an axe to his work colleagues. One day he was a happy go lucky project manager, next he came in and slashed them to bits. The other one Jamie remembered was Breagha Lynch, when they found her at supermarket she stacked shelves at she was sat in her manager’s chair wearing his skin. Normally, this sort of thing would get dismissed as hysteria, but the fact each one played the game for three days straight before each attack seemed too much of a coincidence to ignore. From what the families’ of the killers said, this game hypnotised them for three days. On the third day, they got up as normal, and they had an extreme, intense anger. Erin trashed her living room before storming out of the house, Robbie threw his computer across the room before going on the attack, Breagha was seen chewing on a colleagues arm she’d ripped from their body. Whether it was the cause or not, the games were recalled.

Jamie was practically giddy as he set up his old mega drive, he’d sent a picture of it to a couple of his old school friends. Lyall responded with a few laughing emojis and adding that he better have an axe in hand. Austin on the other hand seemed less amused by it, after an hour or so he replied with a message begging Jamie not to play it. He assumed Austin was joking, but was a little perturbed by how serious he seemed. He decided to ignore it for now, instead setting up his new game. He sat on his floor cross-legged with a large packet of Doritos, grinning from ear to ear as the intro played. It seemed fairly standard, a muscular pixelated protagonist who couldn’t stand still and was surrounded by streets and blood splatters. When the name filled the screen there was a huge crack on the screen that was filled with static and jagged colours that then morphed into the word ‘Glitch’.

After two days, Austin MacKay - an old friend of Jamie’s - was sent an odd text message from him. Simply: “Do you think the Pied Piper had bagpipes?” He wasn’t sure how to respond, so decided to leave it. Another day later was even more peculiar, it was then he received: “it would’ve been funnier if Robbie Turner had played Golden Axe instead”. Austin wanted to phone the police then, but he didn’t have anything to go on other than an urban legend and a couple of strange text messages. Perhaps if he had have done, he thought for a long time afterwards, maybe Jamie wouldn’t driven his car through that shopping mall, driving through as many people as he possibly could.

The Spiral

Aidan McKennon enjoyed people thinking he was a faerie, he supposed it made sense - he grew up Ballymote and whilst it’s not that they believed in faeries exactly… It was that they didn’t test them just in case, and when Aidan became a strange, distorted being of fear… perhaps ‘faerie’ was the closest word most people could think of to describe something like him. Before he changed, he was five foot three, his long black curls went past his shoulders and he’d spent since the first day of his puberty fifteen years trying to hide his breasts and hips. When the Spiral took him, or rather when he happily and willingly ran through the doorway, knowing it would take him from his miserable, isolating life, he did it so that he could grow six inches, flatten his chest, and deepen his voice. Of course his limbs stretched even further, his fingers, arms, and legs. His hands were distorted, his blue eyes had become pits of black, and his hair more like an oil filled mass. Almost like the illustrations of the fae he’d seen, and he fully intended to use this to his advantage.

Aidan wandered around the foggy hills and mountains of County Sligo, tricking walkers and ramblers, and helping them get lost. He’d appeared as mirages, tempting them as a way out, a friendly face, but disappearing causing them to become even more lost in the wilderness. He’d sometimes talk to them, his voice could be a charming lilting tone, or it could be a menacing, angry growl. He switched between the two depending on what the situation called for. He could grow, and shrink. When he was cut or hurt, his wounds leaked moss, and healed over with mushrooms. When he walked, it was as if his legs were tree branches, spindly and rooting themselves into the ground. When it came to the stormy days, with heavy rain and dense fog, he didn’t bother trying to maintain his more human shape, instead he let the rain take care of his leaves and grass that grew in the crooks and folds of his body.

The fear of those lost in the countryside did keep Aidan sated, but every now and then he needed more. It was quite simple, he’d lead a curious tourist to a ring of mushrooms he’d planted - a “faerie ring” they were too stupid to ignore. They’d sometimes take photos, often step inside, and when they did that’s when Aidan would strike. He’d cause them to feel like they were being dragged into the grass beneath them. They’d willingly given themselves to him, and as a result he’d take them to his labyrinth. He’d sit above it, usually hanging upside down and swinging in the railing. He enjoyed watching his Minotaur follow them through it, and observing as they slowly realised the victims were trapped eternally.

The Stranger

Sara Bayat whistled as she put the finishing touches on the dress she was making for her new doll. The template she had drawn was based on the photograph of her mother back in Mashhad when she was a teenage girl. It reached her feet, the fabric a navy blue with gold and silver stars sewn into it. Her hijab was a beautiful silk, a navy that blended into her dress. She spoke to her sewing machine about how good of a job it was doing.

She put the finishing touches on the beautiful blonde curls made of real human hair on the wig she was putting together for the doll. Ever since she first came into contact with Nikola Orsinov she’d had the ability to breathe life into her toys. However, now she didn’t want to speak to people. She just wanted dolls. So there was an obvious, clear solution. She just had to make more dolls. The wig she was creating was based on another photograph on her notice board, a photo of Ingrid Burgman from Casablanca. She learned to make dolls from her mother, her grandparents own a nice little store in Mashhad. A toy store where they made nearly all of the products themselves, Sara had only seen it in photos - like everything in Mashhad. A strange city full of strangers who’s faces only stood out to her form colourful photographs. They weren’t real. None of them were real.

Sara stood proudly in front of her new doll, it was a few inches shorter than she was and slimmer. Sara carefully sewed on the doll’s wig, slapping her when she moved and cried too much. Sara would prick her doll in the scalp with every stitch, seemingly indifferent to the blood that dripped down her neck. Sara kissed her doll’s forehead, humming to herself as she thought of how well this one would fit in with all the others. Her army’s of dolls that would slowly be apart of Nikola’s circus alongside her mannequins.

The Vast

Cora McKenna had another photo printed in National Geographic. She’d gotten to the point where she stopped caring much - it was the fifteenth now after all - but she was particularly proud of this one. Her work had already been creating buzz in the art world, she specialised in underwater photography and had a knack for finding unique spaces. They said her work created a terrifying sense of open, unending dread. A sheer vastness unthinkable by the human mind. This photo had been marvellous, glorious, the best experience of her entire life.

It was deep sea diving in the North Sea with her then girlfriend Shona. Cora had been disappointed with how much Shona had struggled with diving, she complained the whole way there despite knowing how important it was to Cora. When she got there, she insisted she didn’t want to do it, Cora had to practically force her into the diving suit. She was tempted just to push her in, but she knew that would never work. Instead Cora gave her an ultimatum, she can be on the boat alone or come with her. Cora was very careful to highlight all of the things that could possibly go wrong on the boat, causing Shona to make the sensible decision.

Cora was glad she couldn’t hear Shona as she clumsily swam after her. She could sense her unease and anxiety, and was sure she would be complaining the entire time. Still, there was something satisfying and enthralling about how terrified Shona was behind her. Cora couldn’t explain how she knew where to go, her gut dragged her there. It dragged her down into the cave and through the tunnel. Shona tried to tap her many times to signal to her she was concerned but Cora ignored her. Eventually they reached the cavern, where Cora got her photograph.

When she looked up, she couldn’t even see the sky, and she swore that when she turned around the cave had disappeared too. All she was was the glorious empty sea, a gorgeous free landscape of pure water. She closed her eyes and let her limbs hang there as she saved moon ured it, ignoring Shona tugging on her arm. When Cora opened her eyes she saw them, a mass of moon jellyfish beneath her feet. One rose up in front of her eyes, a lone jellyfish against the empty void of sea. She took a glorious photo, the jellyfish barely a foot in front of her face with the mass of water behind her. When she turned round, expecting to see Shona’s excitement instead she was crying, rambling something as if she forgot Cora couldn’t hear her. She sighed and did what she always had to do, she grabbed Shona’s oxygen tube and yanked it out. Smirking as she saw Shona struggle, confusion and betrayal in her eyes as Cora saw her process that she was going to die alone in a gigantic sea of nothingness. Her body would be stuck there forever. When Shona drifted off Cora sighed, this was the eighth girl she’d brought here. It was a shame no one appreciated it like she did.

The Web

Rhiannon Powell was very good at her job, she worked for her local church in Beaumaris and volunteered for the mental health hotline. She was easily the most asked for whenever anyone had a request, the young woman worked the night shift mostly, and did so without expecting a single thing in return. She had a bright smile, blonde hair tied back in a sensible ponytail and wore jeans and a blouse every day. She was often alone, meaning when she was actually there she had the power to do and say whatever she liked. The Chaplin trusted her to do her best, and after all, so many of their callers asked for Rhiannon personally, as she’d helped them before. Of course, he wasn’t wrong… He simply didn’t realise that what Rhiannon considered her best wasn’t quite what he predicted.

The brilliance of the phone line is that it was completely anonymous, if the caller wished to tell the operator their name that was fine but meant Rhiannon suddenly was not interested in them. If they didn’t have a name, no identifying features then they were the perfect prey. She would always start of the same way, a bright “hello, love, how can I help?” She had a way of setting the customer at ease, after a few moments of small talks and getting down to the real problem Rhiannon would say something along the lines of: “Well, if you really want your partner to understand how you’re feeling perhaps you need to show them. A few scratches on the wrist is easy to ignore, you half conscious in a bath tub of your own blood is much more difficult.” In her sweet voice it sounded gentle, encouraging, and as if it was coming from their mother.

She always kept up with each of the suicides, she felt a string of her web pull her towards each person she spoke to. Sometimes she visited those who were still alive, she nipped in for a cup of tea and add a cheery “well, since your still alive you can’t have been feeling that bad. Thank goodness.” Knowing full well it will send them into a spiral of self doubt. She gave advice about taking care of knives to keep them sharp, the best medications to take for overdosing, and a few affirmations to repeat about how selfless and pure suicide was. She had managed to help 220 callers commit suicide after all, and she was still adamant to keep adding to that total and not let any of them escape her.

#envi writes #the Magnus archives #tma the buried #tma the corruption #tma the dark #tma the desolation #tma the end #tma the eye #tma the flesh #tma the hunt #tma the lonely #tma the slaughter #tma the spiral #tma the stranger #tma the vast #tma the web

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zionsakuri · 2 years ago

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Client Name: Zion Sakuri

Client Age: 29

Client FC: Zayn Malik

Kinks: Breath play, Edging, Masochism, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Voyeurism, BDSM, Impact play, Restraints, … and many more.

Anti Kinks: Urophilia/Scat, Objectification, Emetophilia, and Somnophilia.

BIO

Zion Tarik Sakuri was born in Bradford, England on November 13th along with his twin brother Gael who unfortunately passed away at the very sad age of 17.

Zion and his brother were extremely close as they were growing up. But when they entered high school it seemed like the two of them were heading down two very different roads. Zion was always into types of creative arts. Music, drawing, dancing. He was a creator in every sense of the word. But his brother, he was intrigued by the more dangerous things in life. Ultimately leading to his accidental death at their senior year graduation party. Zion still blames himself for this every day. If only he would have been there more, or got more involved with his brother? Maybe then he would still be here. He doesn’t really like to talk about it though. In fact, he never even mentions that he ever had a brother. Maybe then people can’t judge him for being such a terrible one. Of course his death wasn’t really Zion’s fault at all. But according to his parents it most certainly is. He has an okay relationship with them. But every time he catches them looking at him, he can still see the blame in their eyes. That’s why he decided to move clear out of the country at the age of 18 and into New York City. That’s were he ultimately made a name for himself. He owns three of New Yorks most influential tattoo shops. Drilling ink into celebrities as well as anyone who can make their way onto the client list. His work is very much in demand.

BASICS

Birth Name: Zion Tarik Sakuri

Nickname(s): Z, Zi

Age: 30

Date Of Birth: November 13th.

Zodiac: Scorpio.

Hometown: Bradford, England.

Residency: NYC.

Occupation: Tattoo Artist / Business Owner.

Pronouns: He/His

Height: 5’11

Weight: 160lbs.

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color+Style: Black, Long-ish and Shaved Underneath.

Dominant Hand: Left

Accent+Intensity: Exacly Like FC.

Piercings: Nose, Ears, and Tongue.

Spoken Languages: English, Arabic, Urdu.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic.

Position: Switch.

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folkloregirlfriend · 2 years ago

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i am poppy wright and hazel bradford's lovechild

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my 2012 tmnt universe ocs

My OC Émilie Richard, Aka Emy or Em

She’s half Cajun-Creole half Japanese, fluent in;Japanese,Cajun French,Louisiana creole, and a little Mandarin Chinese. Often makes fun of Casey’s Canadian French.Great cook and even better shot(master marksman). Originally worked for the shredder as a bargaining chip over her father but betrayed him and joined the turtles. Shredder trained her along side Bradford and Karai making her a kunoichi training. Hates Bradford with a passion. She’s secretly half mutant, her father being Tiger claw, hid her ears under a beanie and her strips with either makeup or long clothes. Later shows off her strips and ears while with the turtles.Is dating Lei.

My other OC Lei

Casey

Chinese American and the younger brother of Hun. Fluent in Mandarin,Cantonese, and Taishanese. Was raised by his brother as member of the purple dragons till Hun left on business. Master of martial arts but prefers kickboxing. Joined the turtles after realizing he did not want to be a part of a gang or join up with shredder. Still has the purple dragon tattoo. Later gets mutated by dog pound into a dragon like mutant who has Karai’s ability to turn human. Is dating Emy. Him and Casey did not get along at first due past encounters. Later gets over it after having to work together to save each others lives in one of Baxters traps.

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Emy

Same skin tone as mutant mayhem April with tiger strips all on her body. Deep brown eyes that sometimes have slit pupils. Natural orange tiger striped hair she wears in shoulder length locs and lies and says it’s dyed. Has tiger ears on the top of her head she hides with a green beanie. Puts fake ears on to keep people from noticing her lack of normal ears. Has a tail and claws in both her hand and feet. Has a more wrestler like build due to her training,high muscle density, and tiger mutant dna. Signature color is dark green and later revives a green bandana from splinter once she joins them.

Lei

Similar hairstyle to Huns until he joins the turtles, afterwards he grows if out and wears it in a loose bun. Dyed his hair to have purple highlights when part of the dragons, now dyes it green. Hazel eyes. Large purple dragon tattoo that goes from the left shoulder to the wrist. Boxer build. Mutant form, long green snake like body with four legs, horned lizard like head with hair, spikes all along the body, extremely sharp teeth(keeps in human form along side the horns on his head)(long venomous fangs, venom is lethal), thin flaps he uses to glide. mutant dna was horned lizard,spiny viper, Draco lizard. Yes he can do the blood thing like horned lizards, he just find it absolutely disgusting.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt oc #headcanon

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Zayn Malik Biography, Net Worth, Early Life, Career, Girlfriend

Full NameZain Javadd MalikNet Worth $75 MillionDate Of Birth12 January 1993Age31 yearsGenderMaleHeight5 Feet 9 Inches

Zayn Malik Biograph

Born in Bradford, England, Zayn Malik is the daughter of Pakistani father and English-Irish mother. Her parents are Tricia (Brannan) and Yaser Malik. He developed a passion for singing and acting at a young age, and at the age of 17, he took part in The X Factor, a television competition. The X Factor following judges Nicole Scherzinger and Simon Cowell's decision to combine him with fellow contestants Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and Louis Tomlinson to form a new act. In order to focus on his solo career, Malik left the band in 2015 after they achieved enormous success. After moving to Los Angeles and signing with RCA Records, ZAYN collaborated with James "Malay" Ho (Frank Ocean, Big Boi) on his solo project. His full-length debut album Mind of Mine was released on March 25, He then started working on his Versus Versace link, which is scheduled for release in May 2017. Malik also agreed to executive produce the upcoming television series BOYS with Universal Pictures and Law & Order creator Dick Wolf in August of 2016. With her collaboration with Taylor Swift on the song "I Don't Want To Live Forever" from the Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack, ZAYN made a comeback to the music scene towards the end of 2016. Full NameZain Javadd MalikNicknameZayn, DJ Malik, Bradford Bad BoyPorfessionSinger-songwriter, Actor,Physical Height Eye Colour Hair Colour 5 Feet 9 Inches Hazel Brown BrownWeight65 KGDate Of Birth12 January 1993Age31 YearsNet Worth $75 MillionNationalityBritishHometownEast Bowling, Bradford, EnglandBirthplaceBradford, England. United KingdomReligionIslam, (Muslim)Educational QualificationEnglish Degree at UniversitySchoolLower Fields Primary School and Tong High School in BradfordFavourite FoodChickenFavourite SongThriller By Michael JacksonFavourite AnimalLionFavourite ColourBlackMarital StatusUnmarriedParents Name: Father Mother Yaser Malik Trisha MalikBrother SisterNon Doniya, Waliyha & Safaa MalikGirlfriend's NameGeneva Lane (2010) Rebecca Ferguson (2011) Stephanie Davis (2011) Perrie Edwards (2011-2015) Gigi Hadid (2015-2021) Selena Gomez (2023)

Zayn Malik Net Worth

British musician Zayn Malik is worth a cool $75 million. Zayn Malik gained notoriety primarily as a member of the well-liked boy band One Direction. In addition, he has had a very prosperous solo career.

Zayn Malik Early Life

In Bradford, West Yorkshire, England, on January 12, 1993, Zain Javadd Malik gave birth to Zayn Malik. His upbringing was in East Bowling, and he is the son of Yaser and Tricia Malik. He received his diploma from Bradford's Tong High School. Because of his mixed Pakistani and Irish/English ancestry, he was frequently the target of jokes and cruel remarks during his school years, which made them less than ideal. Despite coming from an Islamic family, Zayn no longer considers himself to be a Muslim. He participated in several school productions as an adolescent and took performing arts classes. He got his start in rap writing in high school. His original plan was to become an English teacher before he started his musical career.

Zayn Malik Career

In July 2015, Malik announced he had signed a recording contract with RCA Records following his split from One Direction. First solo on-camera interview with Zane Lowe for Beats 1 on Apple Music. The lead single from the album available in January 2016. The song debuted at number one in a number of countries, including the US "Billboard" Hot 100 and the US Singles Chart. Malik rose to 6 on the "Billboard" Artist 100 Chart thanks to the single. Numerous countries saw it peak at number one, including the UK, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, Norway, Sweden, and the United States, where he made history as the first male solo artist from Britain to debut at number one with his debut album. The lead single from Malik's upcoming album, "Icarus Falls," "Let Me," was released in April 2018. Malik and Zhavia Ward recorded a cover of "A Whole New World" in 2019 for the soundtrack of the "Aladdin" movie. The electropop song "Flames," which he wrote and recorded. November 2019 saw the release of their song. Zayn's third studio album, "Nobody is Listening," features the lead single "Better," which was released in September 2020. His first release, "Vibez," was on January 8, 2021, and his album "Nobody is Listening" followed on January 15, 2021.

Zayn Malik Girlfriend

Geneva Lane (2010)

After meeting Zayn Malik while they were both on The X Factor, Geneva Lane and Malik had a brief romantic relationship in 2010. It's unclear how long they dated, but it doesn't appear like they ended things well. Malik's abrupt and widely reported breakup with Perrie Edwards, whom he dated from 2011 to 2015, was met with immediate support from Lane for the Little Mix singer. She shared her thoughts on social media, saying that she had expected the relationship to end. There had to be some unresolved matter involving Malik and Lane. Rebecca Ferguson (2011)

Malik and British singer Rebecca Ferguson first connected on The X Factor, and their relationship grew more passionate and flirtatious when the show toured in 2011. Unfortunately, their relationship didn't last long either, as they called it quits on each other after just four months. Ferguson referred to their time together as her "first mistake" in a 2013 interview with The Independent. "I was 23 and he was 18," she said, expressing regret over the age difference. It wouldn't have created a stir if the roles had been reversed, with a 23-year-old man and an 18-year-old woman. But it was significant in our situation. Ferguson acknowledged her ignorance at the time. "You can't always let your heart lead the way," she said in closing. Stephanie Davis (2011)

That same year, Malik moved on to the English actress Stephanie Davis following his breakup with Ferguson. But like his other two high-profile relationships, this one ended after just five months. In 2016, Davis revealed that she was the one who started the breakup during her appearance on Celebrity Big Brother. She also talked briefly about their brief romance. She related an instance in which Malik called her repeatedly while she was out with her friends. She made the decision to update her phone number in response. It makes sense because Davis ended things later. Perrie Edwards (2011-2015)

Zayn Malik learned from his run of brief relationships and entered his first committed partnership with Little Mix singer and fellow X Factor alum Perrie Edwards. Edwards was a contestant on the show, and Malik's boy band One Direction made a special appearance. This is how the two first connected. In August 2013, rumors of the British singer popping the question to Edwards began to circulate, following two years of low-key affairs. August 2015 saw the pop culture couple break up after a two-year engagement. Using the energy she had gained from their breakup, Edwards released the song "Shout Out to My Ex" about Malik in 2016. Gigi Hadid (2015-2021)

Following the end of a serious four-year relationship with Edwards, Malik turned to fashion designer Gigi Hadid for comfort. After sparking dating rumors in late 2015, Malik shared an Instagram picture of the two cuddling, and by December, they had officially announced their relationship to the world. After that, Hadid appeared in Malik's first solo music video, the two even shared a kiss. The two made their rather fashionable red carpet debut as a couple at the Met Gala in 2016 after being spotted hanging out in public on multiple occasions. In May 2018, after two years of blissful marriage, there were rumors circulating that Malik and Hadid were taking a break. Selena Gomez (2023)

Selena Gomez was the last high-profile person to have dated Zayn Malik. Rumors of a romantic relationship between Sel and Malik started to surface in March 2023 after the two were spotted out to dinner in New York City. Witnesses reported seeing them kissing and holding hands. This dinner date happened soon after Gomez became one of just eighteen accounts that Malik followed on Instagram, after fans on Twitter noticed that he had followed the "Better" singer.

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Cooking to Death: Stirring the Pot (The Ghost Texter Paranormal Cozy Mystery Series) by Marcy Blesy #Spotlight #Giveaway - Great Escapes Book Tour

Cooking to Death: Stirring the Pot (The Ghost Texter Paranormal Cozy Mystery Series) by Marcy Blesy It is my pleasure to shine the spotlight on Cooking to Death by Marcy Blesy today! About Cooking to Death Cooking to Death: Stirring the Pot (The Ghost Texter Paranormal Cozy Mystery Series) Paranormal Cozy Mystery 1st in Series Setting - Michigan Publisher ‏ : ‎ Independently Published (June 14, 2024) Paperback ‏ : ‎ 302 pages ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8323615087 Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0D21LBL3M A Paranormal Cozy Mystery Series: Twenty-four-year old Vivien Belcher--Ms. B, for obvious reasons--teaches a full class of kindergarten students in Southwest Michigan in a Lake Michigan beach town. Trying to maintain control of her overly enthusiastic students while managing life as a fully-fledged adult, Vivien's life is balancing as perfectly as a gymnast sticking her landing until the scale tips when she receives an unlikely and unwelcome text message from her ex-boyfriend…her dead ex-boyfriend. Trapped in the Transitional World and having to atone for his many sins in life, Kasper must "make good" by helping to solve the murder of his beloved high school lunch lady. The problem? It's hard to solve a murder as a ghost. But Kasper doesn't count on Vivien's reluctance to help him, not to mention her doubt. And he really doesn't count on his reaction to Vivien moving on with relationships in her life that don't include him. What ensues is hilarity and frustration as Kasper's time is running out to convince Vivien to help him. Being a ghost is hard. But so is being a new teacher. Great Escapes Praise for Cooking to Death: Stirring the Pot (The Ghost Texter Paranormal Cozy Mystery Series) by Marcy Blesy I’m here to tell readers that this new book is 300ish pages of such fun. Go now and put this on your Kindle and you can thank me later! ~Sarah Can't Stop Reading Books About Marcy Blesy Marcy Blesy is the author of over thirty books including the popular cozy mystery series: The Tucson Valley Retirement Community Cozy Mystery Series. Her adult romance mystery series includes The Secret of Blue Lake and The Secret of Silver Beach, set in Michigan. Her children's books include the best selling Be the Vet series along with the following early chapter book series: Evie and the Volunteers, Niles and Bradford, Third Grade Outsider, and Hazel, the Clinic Cat. Marcy enjoys searching for treasures along the shores of Lake Michigan. She's still waiting for the day when she finds a piece of red beach glass. By day she teaches creative writing virtually to amazing students around the world. Marcy is a believer in love and enjoys nothing more than making her readers feel a book more than simply reading it. Author Links Website Facebook Instagram GoodReads Purchase Links - Amazon Book 2: Dribbling to Death (Taking His Shot) August 2024, Preorder Now! Also Written by Marcy Blesy TOUR PARTICIPANTS - Please visit all the stops. July 30 – Mystery, Thrillers, and Suspense – SPOTLIGHT July 30 – Literary Gold – AUTHOR INTERVIEW July 31 - Christy's Cozy Corners – AUTHOR GUEST POST August 1 - Sarah Can't Stop Reading Books – REVIEW August 1 - MJB Reviewers – SPOTLIGHT August 2 – Maureen's Musings – SPOTLIGHT August 2 – Sapphyria's Book Reviews – SPOTLIGHT August 3 – fundinmental – SPOTLIGHT August 3 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book – SPOTLIGHT August 4 – Cozy Up With Kathy – REVIEW, AUTHOR INTERVIEW August 5 – Lady Hawkeye – SPOTLIGHT August 6 – Ruff Drafts – CHARACTER GUEST POST August 6 – Socrates Book Reviews – SPOTLIGHT August 7 – Baroness Book Trove – CHARACTER INTERVIEW August 7 – StoreyBook Reviews – AUTHOR GUEST POST August 8 – Ascroft, eh? – CHARACTER GUEST POST August 8 – Novels Alive – REVIEW August 9 – Celticlady's Reviews – SPOTLIGHT August 10 – FUONLYKNEW – SPOTLIGHT August 11 – Elizabeth McKenna - Author – SPOTLIGHT August 12 – Boys' Mom Reads! – REVIEW a Rafflecopter giveaway Have you signed up to be a Tour Host? Click Here to Find Details and Sign Up Today! Want to Book a Tour? Click Here Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent Read the full article

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Josh and Hazel's Guide to Not Dating

Author: Christina Lauren Rating: 3/5 Hazel Bradford knows she’s super intense and quirky, qualities that most men don’t like. Josh Im always thought of Hazel as that girl everyone had a funny story about. Spoilers ahead. Continue reading Josh and Hazel’s Guide to Not Dating

#book reviews #books #Christina Lauren #contemporary #I guess I just don&039;t like romance?#romance

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It's an old dog for a hard road (SILVERZEPHYR)

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Winner of Hearts

a/n: this late upload was not planned I'm so sorryyyy, but updates will be like everyday again so yay. and get your tissues ready.

Next week quickly turned into 2 months. One Direction was in the Finals. Over the past few months the band had become a family., with you all deciding to stay in your tiny room over splitting up. You couldn’t imagine life without all 5 boys in it. Of course the nicknames stuck and you really enjoyed each of the boys having their own nickname for you - though you think they liked it more than you.

“Hey bug, can I draw you?”

“Bow, why are you still in bed?”

“Only Petal can have my food.”

“Bear? Can you play with my hair?”

“Oi! Bunny’s cheating! How does she always win?”

Bentley and Beverly came to visit with your Nan and Pap a few times. You were so proud of how far Bev had come in her schooling and was soon gonna be an apprentice for some designers. Bentley had changed career paths and decided being a model was truly what he wanted to do. He had the looks, and the height, he just needed the connections. He had one job for a local clothing shoppe that you made sure Bev sent you pictures of.

The bakery was even better. Nan and Pap had got so many people to come in (they know it was because of you) that they had to hire people to help around. They still did most if not all the baking but they definitely had help and you were thankful. They were only in their late 40s, (47) after having your mom when they were 16, and then your mom having you when she was 16. They were around the same age as the other mothers in the band, but to you it felt like they had lived two lives.

Being able to go out and see everyones old lives was a special moment for all of you. You were glad something was arranged for Niall after the weather prevented from you all heading to Ireland. Louis' old school definitely was the biggest surprise. He had you stay by his side the whole time claiming ‘ I need my best friend by my side’. And you were more than happy to be there with him and the rest of the boys.

Seeing where Harry grew up was so special. Over the course of the past two months you had definitely gained feelings for him and Niall and it seemed to you that they were in the same boat, but you knew it wouldn't go anywhere for a long time. Harry made sure you and Niall were holding onto him as the mass of people around his front drive were mad. You and Niall found a picture of baby Harry and asked the fan if you could steal it, to which they screamed and showed the paper into your hands. You knew how much Harry missed his mum and Robyn and it was so special watching him reunite with them.

Next was your home town of Hazel Grove. You knew you wanted your first stop to be the bakery. Swarms of people - more than the other boys- were waiting outside of the bakery and as you and the boys stepped out the cheers could have made you go deaf. They were chanting your name and had signs of all different things, even baby pictures that you knew all the boys would try to sneak pictures of.

Seeing Beverly, Bentely, Nan, and Pap all together again was too much for you to handle. You knew that after this that there would be a ton more people waiting to get to this bakery. “A free pastry on me!” you yelled standing on a chair by the front doors to everyone who was standing around. “But only if you promise to come back!” They all screamed and laughed and the boys helped pass out pastries to everyone in line.

You finally made it to your cottage a little while away from the bakery and the boys marvelled at how perfect the cottage reminded them of you. The Williams parents had moved to Australia and had lost connection with the three of you, but Beverly and Bentely were unbothered as they knew your grandparents treated them like their own. After Beverly and Bentely helped show all of your baby pictures to the boys -especially Niall and Harry- you went and stayed in your room for the night before you were off to Bradford.

“Oh my god.” Zayn muttered next to you holding onto your hand tightly. You giggled at his reaction to all the people. Zayn’s outcome was so special knowing he was really a quiet kid and that seeing all these people where he used to go for fun was such a shock for him.

Last but not least, Wolverhampton. We had a gig there and Simon joined you guys for the last leg. The performance felt so real and it made you all really want to win this.

The next big thing after that was your birthday and the boys made sure to cause havoc on your birthday, starting by waking you up super early.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUTY!” they all screamed pulling back the privacy protector. You knew they were going to pull something so you decided to get them back. “Except today isn't my birthday.” Your voice was scratchy and you saw all but two faces drop. “No today 9 December you were born, Bear.” Harry now whispering informed you. “Yeah Petal, today's your birthday. You’ve got a picture of you and Beverly with balloons and cake that say ‘9 Dec’.”

You couldn't help but smile and open your eyes to see all them smiling at you with party hats. “Thank you lads, but it's still dark outside.” you whispered with a shaky laugh at the end. They joined you laughing quietly. “I will ask you where you managed to find those party hats later. But right now i'm going back to sleep.” they all laughed and Liam, Zayn, and Louis kissed your head before getting back in their own beds. “Wait Petal.” Niall and Harry were now sitting at the edge of your bed. “We want you to open your gift now.” Harry handed you the small -decently- wrapped gift. You opened it sluggishly and smiled widely when you saw what it was.

“We remembered you saying you needed a new one. So we put our money together and got you one. Do you like it, Bear?” You looked at it in its full glory. A new bonnet for your hair… with Niall and Harry’s faces on it. “Where did you manage to get this?” you chuckled while switching it with the one you had on. “We’ll tell you later. Go back to sleep Petal.” They were getting ready to get up but you stopped them. “No, stay with me.” You slid into the middle of your small bed and patted either side of you. They each chose a side and you snuggled into them both while Harry pulled your blanket over you all.

A few hours later Liam and Louis woke Zayn up, and when they went to wake you up (you had to wake up Niall and Harry. They only ever woke up if it was you) they saw you with both boys heads snuggled into your neck and chest. “I'm calling it now. Those three are getting married.” Zayn pointed out and the L’s agreed. “Let them sleep a little longer.” Louis spoke softer than he would ever admit looking at the tiniest hint of smile on his best friend's face as her boys snuggled further into her. “Bunny, do we have a lot to catch up on.” he spoke to himself getting back in this bunk on top of you.

Then it was the Finals. The first performance was so exhilarating. Seeing the winter wonderland come together and hear all the harmonies under the solos. It was perfect. The second performance was even more magical, being able to do a duet with Robby Williams was even better. You all sounded so good and looked even better in your best dressed.

But, besides everything joyful outside of X-Factor, inside was getting more serious.

It was the morning of 12 December and you were all sitting between you and louis bunk, and Harry and Nialls. “We’ve come so far… what happens to us if we don’t win?”

The topic had never been discussed yet and by the way everyone's face turned, you knew it was one that needed to be held.

“I guess because we made it so far I didnt think about what happens after.” Liam offered up as everyone was sitting in silence. “So what do we do if we don't win?”

“We stay together.” Harry spoke up with no hesitation. You looked up at him to see the desperation in his eyes and softly pulled his head into your shoulder, you knew he needed comfort in this situation. “We stay together.” you confirmed and you felt Niall's head nod against your lap while looking at Liam and Louis also nodding their heads.

“Then we have a final performance to get ready for.”

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“We are so so happy to be in the final. It’s unreal. We can't believe we're here.” You all sat around Liam as he spoke. “It's kinda crazy to believe we all came in as soloists. So much time has passed.” You added on.

“I think if we won our lives would change forever and we’re ready for our lives to change.”

You and Liam had the first Solos

I thought I saw a girl brought to life

She was warm, she came around like he was dignified

She showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn't be that man that I adored

You don't seem to know, or seem to care what your heart is for

I don't know him anymore

Then you all sang together for the last chorus

I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I am shamed

Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed

Into something real

I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

You're a little late

I'm already torn

Torn

You walked down the stairs and when you all got down you couldn't help but hug each other like it was the last time. As the judges talked the audience cheered the band's name and you couldn’t help but smile. “Only formed a few months ago, you know, pretty much put together for this show, and knowing now you're all best mates. How does it feel to be here on Finals night, Louis.”

You looked at your best friend from across the group as he answered. “You know it's an absolute honour to be here and that song that we did, it was the first song we ever did together. It was- it was just great. Perfect.”

Dermot had watched the live stream from Louis' hometown of Doncaster and everyone was screaming to vote for One Direction.

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“Please lets welcome back the finalists and the judges.” You walked out when Dermot called you guys and the anxiety in your chest made you want to run back to the dressing rooms. You stood next to Niall and Zayn and could feel them both fidgeting while Dermot talked. “I will now tell you the two acts with the most votes and will compete head to head for the X-factor title. The act who has received the fewest votes, finishing third, will be leaving the competition tonight. Good luck to everyone.”

You could feel everyone holding their breath around you. “The first act going through to the next stage of the final is…”

You were happy that Matt got through, but that meant you were only one spot away from staying or going.

“So, One direction and Rebbeca. One of you has made it into the top two. And one of you has received the fewest votes from the public and is out of the competition.” You held your face in your hands anxiously and Louis reached over to comfort you the best he could.

“The second act who will be in the final is… Rebbeca.”

You didn’t know what to do. You all just stood there before the cheers around told you that Rebbeca had won, and she was a friend. You all walked over to her to congratulate her before Dermot was calling you back. “We're gonna talk to you in a second but first let's watch your time on the X-factor.”

You could barely watch through the tears. The blurry images of all you coming in as soloist to when you were put into the band flashed first. You guys getting through the judges round and your first Live performance, followed by all of your excursions and meeting Emma Watson and your final performances. Louis and Zayn hugged you a little harder when they saw you wipe your tears.

“I can tell by all of your faces you're absolutely gutted, but how has this experience been for you?” Since Louis was closest he answered first. “It's been absolutely incredible. For me the highlight was when we first sang together at the Judge’s House. It was incredible and unbelievable and you know we’ve done our best, we worked hard." Everyone cheered at Louis' answer and Dermot moved onto you.

“Autumn, the only girl in a boy band.” that gave you a laugh and Zayn shook you softly as a tease. “What's gonna happen to One Direction now?”

You looked at all the boys before answering.

“We’re definitely gonna stay together, and this isn’t the last of One Direction.”

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