#psyche writes

caught ('tween a rock and a hard place)

summary:

jack rose has never been especially liked by the other immortals. when he goes missing, who's left to care?

or

future mairon fic in the same verse will be under the series the same ruinous path, or as i like to call it, the mcu (mairon cinematic universe)

"Yoosung!" you sing, loud enough for him to hear from where you're lounging on the couch. "You'd better hurry up or I'm gonna start without you!" 

It's an empty threat, and you both know it; even so, you can hear the movements in the kitchen become faster as he calls back, "Just… a few more seconds…!" 

The triumphant cheer he gives when the microwave timer dings is more than worth the wait, you think. You have no idea how your boyfriend manages to be this cute; cuter still when he carefully makes his way out of the kitchen with an armful of snacks piled so high that he has to crane his head to see where he's going.

62, monster (epic the musical) + captain crimson

ooh, I just did 52 and I'd be down to do it again but the song is kinda hard to use for this? so instead you get 62! and captain crimson

kind of a continuation of king and lionheart + cygnus? same universe at least

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it is quiet. faintly, crimson can hear the sound of his breathing over the steady drip-drip of water down dark stone. his heart beats too steadily in his chest.

skulls and other bones line the walls and grief wells in his chest for a split second before returning to apathy.

his crew is dead.

his ship is a floating pile of ashes.

he can only hope his lovers are safe, but neither of them will want to talk to him for a long time.

at this point i just need to write a fic. a plum pov companion to king and lionheart + cygnus

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plum hates this. hates that this is what it has come down to, hates that her husband drowned just for cygnus to leave and trap himself in a cage.

because that's what happened, isn't it? cygnus was mad and grieving and vulnerable to the magics that play with their world, easily ensnared by the dark with no one to keep him back.

every time she sees him stand beside night swan, she sees the way he used to stand beside crimson.

summary:

everyone knows you shouldn't try to tell the gods what to do. except ruben, who apparently thinks extolling rasputin's many qualities as greater than the goddess of love counts as good wing-manning.

for @lyndexv. so beedabop doesn't exactly get a hug here? but it's hopeful, and he gets a hug like immediately after

also he isn't alone anymore! yay!!

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"aw, hey there fella. you're awful stuck, aren't ya?" he wants to turn his head at the sudden sound, confused because he is alone here. no one has cared in a long, long time. but he can't move, joints rusted and weathered beyond the point of functioning.

he can creak though, a noise intent on asking "what are you doing here?"

a head pops into view then, lilac hair spilling from beneath a cowboy hat. she studies him, reaching for his limbs and frowning when they don't move.

also for @orbitular. very "something is happening and we don't know what" vibe. anyway, here's leda starting her transition into night swan in the middle of in your eyes

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leda would never get used to the way the danceverse operated. how gates to other worlds could be opened with a wave of a hand, how dancing could literally empower its denizens.

like now. cygnus may be uneasy, standing at her side, but the only thing leda had eyes for was the billowing pink smoke in front of her. it beckoned, and she went willingly.

"leda," he started.

"no." she licked her lips, hungering for the sweet perfection it fed her.