Fic: [1] HP (Lucius/Ginny) [1] Twilight (James/Bella) & [1] GH (Lucky/Maxie)
Title: Worse Than Death
Author: simply_aly
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Lucius/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Warning: illusions to rape
Summary: He's not doing it because he's nice
A/N: Written for the DarkShip prompt take everything you've got
At first, there is nothing. A blissful moment of blackness.
Then comes the pain. Excruciating pain beyond anything she’s ever known. She can’t even hear her own screams.
Then he stops, but he’s not doing it because he’s nice. He wants her aware-to see his blond hair, to feel the scratches on her arms and the bruises on her legs-he wants her to suffer.
The terror comes next, washing over her in waves. She chokes on sobs, the tears falling steadily onto her fiery red hair.
“Stop,” she whispers. “Please.”
And he continues, because this is his revenge.
Title: Enchanting
Author: simply_aly
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing/Characters: James/Bella
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Summary: All it takes is a butterfly light kiss.
A/N: Written for the DarkShip prompt tie me up, take me down
In a moment of panic, she closes her eyes.
She’s trembling from the rush of emotions, and part of her fears how easy it would be to shut them off. The other part wants to feel everything. Nevertheless, she won’t look at his enchanting red eyes-can’t let him win that part of his sick game.
But she breaks too easily. All it takes is a butterfly-light kiss on her stomach and whispered words.
“Eyes on me, Bella.”
And when her eyes flutter open in some sort of submission she doesn’t quite understand, she finds she can’t look away.
Title: A Broken Angel's Tears
Author: simply_aly
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairing/Characters: Lucky/Maxie
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 100
Summary: She almost cried
A/N: Written for the DarkShip prompt what a mess you made
They weren’t friends, but sometimes, she swears they could have been. They weren’t in love, but they were most certainly lovers.
In truth, it was nothing more than a mutual addiction. Him-the pills. Her-the sex.
It was as close as she could get to love with him, and she took it. But the entire time he was fucking her, he was thinking about someone else.
He felt obligated to remind her of this. “I don’t love you,” he whispered in her ear after an especially angry thrust.
She almost cried, but moaned instead. “I wasn’t asking you to.”