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Only Hope - Chapter 2
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Title: Only Hope
Author: onaxe
Pairing: Charles/Erik, Raven/Angel, Hank/Alex
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alpha/Omega Dynamics, possible Mpreg (nothing explicit), mild violence, implied past child abuse (nothing explicit).
Summary: According to werewolf law, an unwed Omega cannot legally hold custody of a child. When Charles is challenged custody over his 17 year old sister, Raven, he desperately turns to the only solution available. He marries a complete stranger: brash Alpha, Erik Lehnsherr, who is haunted by a mysterious past.

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Chapter 1


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Silent Hell - Charles/Erik | NC-17
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Art Prompt Title: 1024
Art link: Art Masterlist
Artist: starkmaddness

Fic Title: Silent Hell
Author: onaxe
X-Men Verse: XMFC
Characters/Pairings: Charles/Erik, PyramidHead/Charles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: violence, mild gore, past abuse, attempted rape/non-con, internal homophobia, general horror vibes... shall I go on? :)

Summary: A simple note sends Charles Xavier on a horrifying journey into his own personal hell, fuelled only by his determination to save Erik; the man he thought lost to him forever.

Edit: I apologise that the majority of the story appears to have been cut off, it's a bug with my laptop I think. Currently trying to fix it, please bear with me. :)



'Come to Silent Hill. I'm waiting'.


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Only Hope - Chapter 1
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Title: Only Hope
Author: onaxe
Pairing: Charles/Erik, Raven/Angel, Hank/Alex
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alpha/Omega Dynamics, possible Mpreg (nothing explicit), mild violence, implied past child abuse (nothing explicit).
Summary: According to werewolf law, an unwed Omega cannot legally hold custody of a child. When Charles is challenged custody over his 17 year old sister, Raven, he desperately turns to the only solution available. He marries a complete stranger: brash Alpha, Erik Lehnsherr, who is haunted by a mysterious past.

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Cat's Meow (Azazel/Janos, R)
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HD LDWS Drabbles
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I completely forgot about posting these, so here they are all together:


[Week 1 - The Cupboard Under the Stairs]
Week 1 - The Cupboard Under the Stairs

Sharing the Past

The house was empty save for them; Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon having gone down to Brighton for the day to visit Dudley and his new wife. It felt odd to be back at number 4, Privet Drive when he'd thought he'd seen the last of it all those years ago, but Draco had been annoyingly persistent about seeing the place where Harry had grown up. He had been, ever since their chat about Harry's less than happy childhood about a month ago.

Draco had already been taken on the 'grand tour', Harry gleefully pointing out all of the Muggle appliances in the house, watching Draco's puzzled expression with great amusement.

"I still don't understand," Draco complained, brow furrowed in confusion as he trailed after Harry down the stairs. "How can it crash when it doesn't move?"

"Never mind, Draco," Harry sighed, wishing he'd never pointed out Dudley's old computer and tried to explain its purpose to his technologically challenged boyfriend.

"Muggles are strange creatures," Draco concluded with a mutter, missing the way Harry mimed along with him as he spoke. The line had become somewhat of a catchphrase as of late, though Draco had yet to notice.

Harry jumped down off the stairs from the second step, avoiding the bottom one that squeaked, purely out of habit. Draco raised a fine brow, pointedly striding down the rest of the stairs with a haughty posture. Harry smiled and shook his head, hesitating for only a moment before he took Draco's hand and led him to his old cupboard under the stairs.

"Last room," Harry announced with a wry smile.

There was barely enough room for both of them, but Draco determinedly squashed into the cupboard after Harry. Draco looked about the dusty old room with barely concealed contempt, lip curling as his gaze lingering on the child-sized mattress stuffed into one corner. He silently gave Harry's hand a gentle, yet reassuring squeeze.

Harry leant into his warmth, taking comfort in the vague scent of spice and leather that was purely Draco. "Let's go home," he whispered.

"Let's," Draco agreed, emphatically.


Week 2 - Knockturn Alley

Leading the Blind

"You really can't see anything?" Harry asked yet again, his voice coming from somewhere in front of Draco. His hands were wrapped around Draco's wrists in a firm grip, guiding him slowly down the street.

"Yes, Potter, I'm well and truly as blind as a bat," Draco drawled in reply, fighting the urge to tear the blasted blindfold from his face. It was made from some cheap material, nothing like the fine silks to which he was accustomed, and it itched something terrible.

"Really?" Harry asked again, ignoring Draco's huff of annoyance. He slowed to a stop and slipped one hand away. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Why don't you just trust me when I say, I can't see a bloody thing?" Draco snapped.

"Because I know what you're like."

"Honestly, a chap peeks at his Christmas presents early once, and it gets held against him for the rest of his days..." Harry remained silent, waiting for an answer. Draco sighed, tilting his head to one side, clearly unimpressed. "Four?"

"Wrong!" Potter chirped, tugging Draco into walking again. "For all I know, you could be lying. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Smashing. How generous of you." Draco held up his own hand. "Now, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Oh, har har." Harry curled his hand around Draco's, forcing him to lower the middle digit.

Draco smirked, allowing Harry to lead him where he would. He didn't let on that he'd already realised they were headed down Diagon Alley, recognising the location from the familiar stale odour of the Apothecary as they walked past. He did frown in confusion though, when Harry placed a gentle hand on his elbow and steered him down the side street to Knockturn Alley.

All of a sudden, Harry stopped and forced Draco to do a 180 degree turn. "Ready?" he whispered into his ear.

Draco nodded, curiosity curbing his sarcastic tongue. The blindfold was slipped from his head, leaving Draco momentarily disorientated before he managed to focus. He was stood before a rickety, squat old building. Draco frowned in confusion, opening his mouth to query Harry, when his gaze roved over the shop name splayed above the window in large green and red letters: Malfoy and Potter's Mystic Potions.

"I know you've wanted to open your own place for a while. I thought it would be nice if we went into business together." Harry explained, biting his lip with an uncertain expression. "What do you think?"

Draco shook his head with a bemused smile, unsure how to express his feelings over such a gift. He took a deep breath, turned to Harry and said, "The sign's crooked."


Week 3 - Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

Captured

Draco felt Harry's huff of laughter waft over his face as he crowded him back against the front door of 12 Grimmauld place, carrying the faint sweet smell of elven wine.

There was something about the smell that sent the faint sound of alarm bells ringing in the muffled fog of Draco's mind, but he couldn't focus on that. Not when Harry looked at him with half-lidded eyes, darkened with a seductive desire.

He loved Harry, Draco thought as he slipped his hands under Harry's coat, tugging his shirt free from the waistband of his trousers before sliding his hands over the deliciously warm skin beneath. Because Harry was beautiful, wonderful and perfect.

Still the sense that something was innately wrong with this situation wouldn't dissipate. But when Draco tried to focus, tried to think about it, a sharp pain shot through his temple making him wince.

"Hush, love," Harry whispered, pressing his lips against Draco's forehead. The pain immediately faded under his warm touch, making Draco sigh with relief. Of course it would, because Harry was beautiful, wonderful and perfect. "Let's go inside."

Harry took his hand and drew him inside, leading Draco down the hallway to the stairs. Draco paused only for a moment to look at Great Aunt Walburga's portrait. She was gazing at Draco with eyes full of an odd emotion he couldn't place. Her lips moved slowly, yet earnestly, conveying a silent message he didn't understand. Clearly, someone had placed a powerful silencing charm on her.

"Captured," she mimed.

The word caused pain to shoot through his skull again. Harry saw his wince and tutted, soothing the hurt with a brush of his lips. Of course he did, Draco thought with a gentle besotted smile. Because Harry was beautiful, wonderful and perfect.

Harry was everything.


Week 5 - Malfoy Manor

Shadows of Memory

Harry leant against the wooden frame of the archway, arms folded over his chest as he stared silently into the long, abandoned room.

Draco didn't ask why he lurked on the outskirts rather than venturing further inside. For he too, was haunted by the same shadows, the lingering dark memories of what had transpired in that room.

He too, remembered the screams.

Malfoy Manor, the place he had once called home, held many remnants of the past that he'd just as soon forget.

Draco said nothing as he moved to stand behind Harry, slipping his arms around his waist as he kissed the bare nape of his neck. Though he didn't turn or say anything to acknowledge Draco, Harry leant back into his hold, accepting the silent show of support for what it was with a ghost of smile.

There was a time when Draco would have stepped away, would have gleefully watched as Harry fell and broke apart, eagerly blaming him for all of the misfortunes that had befallen the Malfoy family. But Draco was no longer that person. He was a better man now, because of Harry.

And he would never let Harry fall.


Week 6 - The Knight Bus

Dangerous Driver

"Draco, stop!"

Harry's yells went unheeded as Draco laughed maniacally, spinning the steering wheel so the Knight Bus veered suddenly to the left, narrowly missing an old pedestrian muggle attempting to cross the seemingly empty road.

Clinging to the nearest bed post Harry attempted to stand and make his way to the drivers seat, but Draco decided at that point to attempt weaving the bus left and right, sending Harry toppling arse over head onto the lumpy mattress. The old witch in the bed beside him was happily snoring away in dreamland, oblivious to the amount of times they'd almost crashed in the past five minutes.

"Lets see how fast this thing can go!" Draco exclaimed.

Harry winced. He swore to himself that if he got out of this alive, he was going to kill Hermione for ever suggesting Draco get a job.


Week 8 - Room of Requirement

Reach Out and Save me

The Fiendfyre was the first memory they shared of the Room of Requirement. Images of that day still blazed within their minds, as bright as the Fiendfyre itself.

Harry had been the one to reach out his hand that day.

Ginny's wedding day was the last memory. Harry fled to the Room, seeking solace. He found Draco.

They'd sat side by side, passing a bottle of firewhisky to and fro, talking of everything and nothing. Draco remarkably remained silent when Harry had burst into tears. He'd simply held out his hand in an unspoken promise.

Harry hadn't hesitated in accepting.



Survey time!
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I took the OTW Community Survey!

Woohoo!
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I'm just a little amazed at the result, it was such a tough round this week! But woohoo! XD

Tear Drops and the Rain
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I wish you could remember,
Our story and dream.
I cry your name to save my soul
But I am your forgotten memory,
Forever lost to you.
Let me leave reality.
But I am bound by life,
Shackled by the past,
Afraid of the distance,
Forbidden by salvation.


Yeah... depressed much? I'm actually not, but have been craving alot of angst recently. :3

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I wasn't going to post this but...*gigglesnort*

William Shakespeare

I come not, friends, to steal away your Draco Malfoy.

Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?

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I should hope not!

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