fic where lydia is a rusalka
There was water in her lungs, water in her stomach, water in her hair, water everywhere—she was breathing it in, like it was oxygen but it wasn’t. She could feel it twist poisonous and black inside the chasm of her chest. Oh, God what’s happening to me get me out of here! Someone! Someone!
Her fists shoved against the clear surface. It rippled like water but compressed like stretched plastic as she pounded against it, refusing to rend, to let her leave. The air bubbles that escaped her silent, screaming lips clustered at the top, unable to reach surface.
A form materialized just above, edges distorted, cast in shadows. Derek, she realized, more by the broad set of shoulders than anything else. Derek.
Take. Eat. Mine.
But she already pushing her hands upward, punching her way at last through the casing over her watery grave. Derek grabbed at her shoulders, yanking her half up out of the water as she kicked and sputtered wildly. She could smell him. He was earthy, like the woods at night, and she was hungry—and for some insane reason she could feel the bubble of a song on her lips.
Take. Eat. Mine.
Her words refused to come, fleeing into the back of her throat, and her arms closed around his shoulders. He was surprised, but her grabbing and by the shocking amount of strength stored away in her half-drowned body. He flailed, grappling for purchased on the mossy bank, but it was too late for him.
Too late, and Lydia dragged him into the water with her.
sleeping hook dark fairytale au
She had jesses adorning her arms, inlaid with gems the he knew would feed families for months. Jesses, with emeralds and diamonds and pearls. They clinked against each other as she shifted, ran her long, slender fingers through the thick curtain of her hair. The ends danced along her slender wrists and the pirate thought he saw the smattering of healing bruises there.
Killian looked away.
He rowed, and they sat in silence, the queen perched on the bench as if it were her gilded throne—he hadn’t seen the throne room, but images it’s like everything else in Ishtar, white marble and pearl and gold, and he imaged she sat as the perfect centerpiece in it.
“Are you going to take them off?” he asked, before he thought better of it, hooked hand motioning to the leather wrapped around hers.
“No,” the queen said, and allowed it to set heavy between them. Her lips pressed together and she said, “Not yet.”
I didn’t even know there was such a thing
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