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@pandorasurvive hospital food - starring gossamer && mercy

before the attack by czernobog, gossamer rarely visited the medical bay. now he was there every day, visiting legion, who still showed no signs of recovery. there wasn't much he could do but offer his company, and he would continue to do so until levi woke up. surprisingly he hadn't seen lorrin during his numerous visits. gossamer couldn't fathom how difficult this must have been for him. mercy and legion meant the world to one another. he must have been deliberately avoiding the room, doing whatever he could to distract himself from the very real possibility that levi might die. having spent so much time in the medical bay, gossamer knew where to find lorrin if he was on break. it was a happy circumstance that he caught the other just as he sat down. gossamer had brought them two coffees from the cafeteria and brought them over, setting them down. "hey! you look like you could use some caffeine." gossamer is all smiles as he sinks into the plastic chair opposite of lorrin. "y'know I'm here every day now and I haven't seen you once. you avoiding me?" he jokes, his eyes twinkling with the fondness he held for mercy.

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OPERATION HONEY GLASS: PART I: SURVEILLANCE Lake Como, Italy.

There were plenty of beautiful places in the world, but this was probably one of the best ones Alistair had ever even seen. Pandora looked at no expenses for their cover: if they wanted to impress a powerful and wealthy couple: they needed to play the part. They had a bloody villa all to themselves. A beautiful sight to the lake, the fresh breeze caressing Smoke’s face as he opened the windows to let the sun in. It was actually amusing that he and Lorrin had to play a newlywed couple as the golden band on his ring finger glistened under the light. That was probably the only sure way that he would actually marry someone – by being a cover for a mission. Alistair did not believe in the sanctity of marriage in the slightest. People were not built to be monogamous. Maybe that’s why he kept the pretty ones close by for him to fuck whenever he wanted.

”Lovely place.” For appearance's sake and not to get their cover blown quickly, Smoke did his best to subdue his typical thick Scottish accent for a more common English with a slight accent just to look posh. Navigating the high society was something that he knew how to do. How to smile, how to shake hands. How to say everything while saying nothing. It was a world of smoke and mirrors crafted behind porcelain masks, and he was right at home. “I could get used to this.” His head turned toward his husband with his typical trademark Cheshire grin lingering on his lips. “Bet you dreamed about this often. Being the one to tie me down. Put a ring on this finger.” Maybe. Maybe not. But they both loved to tease the shit out of one another – which was probably why they were picked for this mission. That and their abilities and capacity for improvisation. “I’d say we should christen the entire villa, but I doubt we would have time for that.” Which was… unfortunate.

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#pandorasurvive #( interaction: mercy )#( interaction: smoke && mercy )#( operation honey glass part 1 )

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It felt like a dream. Like he was falling down a very, very dark pit and no one could hear him scream as he fell. There was a sense of emptiness within. Like a part of him was missing, like someone or something took a part of him away and didn’t put it back. A memory? A feeling? No, not that. It felt more like someone was missing. A memory of a person who meant something to him. Someone who was close? Someone who made him smile? He… could not remember. All that existed was the sensation of falling.

He had the impression that he had moved a finger. But how could he move anything when he died? That’s what happened, right? As the fall continued, images flashed in his mind: fighting. Punching, kicking. One arm bursting forth from his chest. Concern for someone. There is a need to keep fighting for the sake of others. The metallic taste of blood on his mouth. And then a crack. Was his neck snapped? Was that how he died? Unclear. Unknown. There was very little he could remember from that point onward. All he knew was that he was falling.

Another finger moved. It was almost like he could hear someone’s voice far, far away. Was that an angel? Were they coming to collect his soul and take him somewhere peaceful? But… what about the others? There was someone he needed to check on. Make sure he was alright. He couldn’t die yet. Not before making sure he was alright… could he? Wouldn’t that be categorized as an unfinished business? Wouldn’t that keep him on Limbo rather than take him somewhere peaceful??

No. No. No. It wasn’t his time yet. It couldn’t be. There was someone out there that… He needed to make sure that…

A loud gasp is taken, body suddenly sitting upright as Prometheus comes back from death. It’s sudden – like a backlash from a rollercoaster – the thoughts in his mind scrambled and confused. He doesn’t remember anything from just now. Just the memory of having his neck snapped and his body falling to the ground. It takes Lars a moment to realize where he was. A cold, gray room. Florescent lights above him, people wearing masks and gloves around him, holding up a scalpel. And he was… NAKED? Wait… why was he naked? He had clothes when he fell right? He didn’t die – did he? Sure, his neck was snapped but that didn’t mean he… he…

”WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”

His scream frightens the doctors who back away, as Prometheus nearly falls to the ground, barely holding onto the sheet that covered his private parts. “Were you about to…” Were those motherfuckers going to autopsy him? “You have been dead for several hours.” That was one of their responses. “We truly believed you were gone for good. This is… this is surreal!” Nope. Nopety nope. Lars didn’t want to hear anything about that. He knew his powers allowed him to heal from pretty much anything but coming back from ACTUAL death? Having his neck snapped and still be able to return?

”KEEP THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM ME!” He pointed a finger to a doctor, blue eyes opened wide in shock, surprise, panic and wonder. Maybe because his brain was still active? Was that why he was still able to recover? It didn’t matter. Not now. Not when he remembered the name of the person he needed to check on. The name of the person he wanted to see – to know whether or not they were alive and well or… not. “I can’t stay here.” It didn’t matter if he was naked. Prometheus was already stumbling his way to the doors, almost as if his legs forgotten how to walk. “We should do more tests to guarantee that you…” The comment was met with Prometheus shaking his head. “No tests.” Not now. Not now. Not before he…

He bolted out the morgue as naked as the day he came into that world. With each passing second, his body remembered how to walk. How to run. How to move. He bolted out of the morgue with long strides, opening doors along his path without care or concern. Only one thing was on his mind now: was he safe? Was he alive? If something had happened to him because he wasn’t there to keep him safe, no matter how long he would live, he would never forgive himself.

Theseus. Where was Theseus?

#( book 2 )#pandorasurvive #( interaction: theseus )#( interaction: prometheus && theseus )#( IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVEEEE! )

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it was in passing that glamour caught sight of gridlock sneaking out of a room. but not just any room. max's room. the room of his one and only son. "are you the reason he's been limping?" glamour pulls his sunglasses down so he can give the man a stern look. having just come up from the pool, glamour was in nothing but a tiny white speedo that showed off his bountiful curves. "you two better be using protection. I taught max better, but he's always been a rebel." glamour had no qualms about calling the agent out, especially when it pertained to his son.

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vacay starter for: @pandorasurvive location: Sinogo Hall - you'll see

"You really know your way around some balls, huh?" Virgil teases the fellow agent, biting his lips in intrigue as he watched the other man's hand handle it expertly. He brings his hand up above his head, the excitement nearly being enough for Virgil to be more involved in their shared activity. "I really thought there'd be more people here too. People would not believe what we are doing here by ourselves. This might be my favorite game to play with you yet." That being a game of basketball. Virgil's hands waved themselves in the air, trying to prevent a shot from the other man. It had been a rough couple of rounds, the pair of men obscenely filling the room with sounds of grunts and pants, groans of victory and defeat as one sunk a ball in the others bathtub basket. Virgil couldn't let this man get another score over him, he'd trained too hard from the comfort of bed watching other hunky men play basketball. As the saying goes, ball is life. "Last round you had an edge, but this time I'm getting that come on my back… Wait."

#chapter04 ── 「 🐑 」 ── reprieve #pandorasurvive #(second verse‚ same as the first)#(basically open ended 😅)

vacay starter for: @pandorasurvive location: Siargao, rave party

"I'm starting to think I wore too much close for this…" Daniel says sheepishly as they walked inside of the night club. He hadn't been out on the town since his Peace Corps days. And even then, not to the extent of seeing what felt a lot like a clothing optional club. Men danced and drank around them wearing close to nothing. He could have sworn he had spotted someone actually blowing someone in the middle of the dancefloor. Island romance at it's finest. "You've ever been to clubs like this before?" Daniel asked, his head and body swaying a bit to the music blaring across the club.

#chapter04 ── 「 🩺 」 ── reprieve #pandorasurvive #(made it open ended for ya n.n)

pandorasurvive asked: [ flutter ] sender gives receiver a light, barely-there kiss that leaves them wanting more prometheus from mercy

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀

"What are you doing?" Not that he was complaining. Or.. maybe he was a little bit. It was his thing to leave people wanting more. Now, Mercy was flipping the script and making him be the one seeking him out. Crave more of what he was offering with those barely-there kisses that send faint jolts of bliss running down his spine. If this was a distraction tactic - it was working. Lars was aware of how effective those were, mostly because he resorted to them more often than not. But to be on the receiving end of someone's teasing? It was both shocking and arousing at the same time. He did want more than little quick kisses that left his lips tingling, but he wasn't going to just give in for the sake of it. If Mercy wanted more...? If he were as brazen as this to set his blood ablaze, he would be bold enough to claim what he wanted. "If this is your way to make me protest less the next time I need a check-up, you might be onto something." Maybe. That was something that Prometheus would know and Mercy would need to figure out.

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an angel with clipped wings ft hotshot && mercy

jayce didn't feel particularly helpful. he had done his best in the village, and it hadn't felt like enough. on the field he was used to making game-changing plays and uplifting the spirits of his teammates. he had singed enough monsters to last a lifetime during his time in the village, and it still wasn't enough. if he had been there, maybe a few other agents would have survived. whatever the mold was, it didn't like fire. but he had been preoccupied, fighting elsewhere, and unable to help. jayce was certain that his help would have changed the tide of battle, preventing all injuries while he roasted the enemy. having been so consumed with thought he fails to realize he bumped into someone. it isn't until their bodies collide, and his hand instinctively reaches for their waist that he comes to anhalt. jayce blinks, registering that he was holding agent mercy up and above the ground. embarrassment sets his cheeks ablaze with heat and color. beneath his palms a warmth blooms, tingling against mercy's skin. "--sorry. wasn't watching where I was going." he chuckles nervously, standing them both upright. his touch lingers for a moment, fingers dipping beneath the fabric of mercy's skin, leaving whispers of heat in their wake. "mind's all over the place, y'know?"