❝D. will call forth another storm!❞ • Trafalgar D. Water Lamy • Indie • Multiverse • Selective • OC friendly • Sporadic activity • Read the rules & information before interacting • tracking: mediicusvitae
@ikkaku-of-heart said: "Hey, I just want you to know, your taste in blondes? Definitely better than mine," Ikkaku laughs, cuddling her heart sister.
"Thank you, Ikkaku, but perhaps we should work a little on your, uh..." Lamy winced, grasping for words, "...standards?"
Heaven knew that some previous conquests of her beloved heart sister were questionable at best, and Ikkaku deserved someone that was truly worthy of her.
Which would be near impossible to fulfill, as nobody was good enough for her — the other Hearts would surely agree on this — but it was still worth a try to find her a suitable partner. Preferably someone that wasn't a mass murderer.
@regensia said: An attack! Who would be so ballsy as to take on the Trafalgar sister and assault her from behind!?
Naturally someone who was naturally inclined to be reckless, arms encircling Lamy as lips pressed to her cheek, her neck, her jaw, her hair, any spot he could.
"Lamy, you're trapped!" Sabo exclaimed, promptly then picking her up in a tight hug.
Lamy shrieked as a pair of arms sneaked around her middle, sweeping her off her feet. Said shriek promptly warped into laughter as Sabo spun her around, holding her tightly.
His playful affection engulfed her like a cozy blanket on a cold winter morning. This impulsive and spontaneous nature of his had always been a part of their dynamic, and she cherished every moment of it. His warm lips left a trail of ticklish kisses on her cheek, neck, jaw, and even her hair, sending shivers down her spine and making her heart race.
"Sabo, you're incorrigible," she teased once he had lowered her back down, her voice a mixture of amusement and affection. She wrapped her arms around him in return, standing up on her tip-toes to pepper his own face in retaliation. His infectious energy around was the perfect remedy for any stress or worries she had been carrying, making her feel more alive than she had in all the years she had been with the World Government.
@medicus-mortem said: Law is just going to wrap his baby sister in a tight hug because he missed her so much.
"Onii-sama!" Lamy laughed brightly as her brother sneaked his arms around her, burying his head in her shoulder as he held her close. Her own arms wrapped around his middle, squeezing tightly.
She could feel his heartbeat against hers, a reassuring rhythm that reminded her of the unbreakable bond they shared. The warmth of his hug washed away all the weariness and distance of the past few months.
They held onto each other for what felt like an eternity, as if trying to make up for lost time in that single hug. It was a hug that conveyed all the words left unsaid, all the laughter they hadn't shared, and all the support they had missed giving each other.
"I've only been gone for a bit, have you missed me this much?" she chuckled teasingly, but she didn't loosen her hold on him, intent on enjoying this embrace as long as he would allow.
{ Looking at the dashboard I'm realizing how much I miss you all and writing on here... starting next month I'll be working less hours so I'll have more time for doing the things that bring me joy ♡ I hope you all have been well! }
Lamy gently took a certain revolutionary’s face into her hands and pressed her lipstick-adorned lips all over him, laughing all the while. { Mwah mwah, happy Valentine’s day Sabo ♥️♥️♥️ }
A bouquet was the best he could do for today in terms of gifts, both having rather packed schedules themselves, and Sabo to leave very shortly for another island himself. All in a day’s work, but they still managed to make it all work, something about absence making the heart fonder or something about pining, he wasn’t sure. Hand tightened upon the flowers he had tucked behind his back ( an assortment of sunflowers, daisies, chamomile, and delicate small roses, all in an assortment of oranges, yellows, and whites, with green leaves to accent ) once Lamy approached, but there wasn’t much opportunity for him to whip out the gift when instead she had seized his face.
Sabo stilled, blinking a bit innocently in curiosity before kisses were peppered across his face, the mere sound of her laughter enough to cause similar within himself, the sensation of her repeated embraces a bit tickling anyways. With that bright shade of red upon her lips, it wasn’t too far to guess that some of it had been left behind on his own skin, but the thought was merely dismissed as his hands drew around. The free one grasped one of her wrists in gentle hold to attempt to free himself, the other inadvertently stuffing the flowers close to them, petals and leaves catching a few errant hairs of both parties from their heads.
“Hello to you too!” Chuckling, the Revolutionary finally managed to lean back and free himself at least temporarily, now insistently pushing the bouquet into Lamy’s face, a paltry retaliation for the assault he had endured, but it would do. “Take that!”
No answer. Not unexpected but it makes his heart constrict in his chest. Panic grips at him, the horrible fear of finding his baby sister burned to a crisp invading his thoughts. It’s that same hopelessness he felt when he saw the hospital aflame, when he knew in that moment that she was lost to him. But it wasn’t true then. She was alive, she had escaped, and he had fled. Not this time. This time he will save her, he will be the brother he’s supposed to be.
Law pushes through the ash and smoke, following the living voice of his sister. It radiates distress and fear, compounding Law’s own, but he grits his teeth and forges onward. A figure emerges out of the grime beginning to coat his goggles and soon Law sees the distinctive pigtails Lamy so lovingly puts her hair into everyday. She’s curled up in the ash, sand and sparse grass, and she’s completely still.
Lamy tried to crawl away, fingers raking through the dirt in sheer desperation, but the soldier followed close behind, his shouting drowned out by all the noise in her head. His palm skittered with sparks of blue, seizing the unseen sun. A Room was conjured up, wide enough to reach their waiting home.
The Trafalgar siblings materialized in the midst of their nakama, going down hard in a tangle of limbs. Their hair and clothes were dusted grey from all the ash. It was not a pretty sight. Snot and spit black with soot stained her chin and nose. Lamy choked, her reddened eyes eerily piercing through her dirty face as she quickly staggered away from the other body on the ground.
The curtains had fallen, revealing the girl hidden in the wardrobe, her trauma peeling back the mannerly façade for something primal and terrified, laying it bare for the world to see; Chaos incarnate, with blazing locks and wild golden eyes. Her whole body felt like it was going to break apart. She was a fireball imploding, burning alive, boundless and infinite and broken.
In the clinical lightning of the Tang's hallway, the black spots of Armanent blooming all over her body were clear to see, shivering and unstable. A subconscious defense mechanism, but effective usage of Haki required focus, something that was currently slipping through her fingers like water. Squished aloe dripped from her pocket, the goo dirtied and sticking to her clothes. Furthermore, her feet were still bare, her shoes long forgotten on the shore where she had kicked them off for their game of pirate ball. Her stockings were soaked through, and one of them was pulled halfway off her leg from getting caught on the ground, the only thing not covered in ash and soot the angry burn scars running up her leg. Her skin was red and blistered in some spots, faint new burns from the embers that had fallen from the skies. Destiny's favorite daughter, twice burnt.
Lamy stumbled forward before she collapsed into herself, hunched over the metal floor of the submarine on all fours, hacking and coughing. Her lungs burned for air, the world spinning. Carbon monoxide poisoning, a faint voice in the back of her mind whispered, a voice that belonged to a beloved parent.
She had inhaled too much smoke.
Her eyes stared straight through the faces beginning to crowd around her, unseeing, unable to recognize any as she clawed at her own chest, wheezing. Everything above their collarbones was blacked-out, as if someone had smudged soot over that spot in her vision. Lamy felt like her brain was falling apart. Suddenly a face, a real face, appeared in her field of vision and a hand reached out. The skin was blackened and burned, the nails crumbling from its fingertips. Lamy let out a choked cry and shrank back against the wall, trying to retreat from the hideous hand. The owner's face was white and expressionless, and there was a hole in Mercedes' forehead where the bullet had entered her skull—
“Oxygen, where's the oxygen—” “What’s going on with her?!” “Lamy, snap out of it!” “You can’t go near her when—” “Put her under already, HURRY!”
Lamy let out another terrified scream through her strangulated trachea as she curled into herself, her breath rattling in her lungs. The Polar Tang was rocking on the waves, lurching horribly, the sirens wailing shrill. The flood gates had been flung wide open, and Lamy was trapped in the path of the roaring mass of water, drowning beneath all these thoughts and emotions that were not hers, her crewmate's fears and emotions blurring into her own. She wanted to claw out her brain. The burned hand fell away, but her stubborn, traitorous mind was still clinging to consciousness.
The Hearts had no idea how to react as Lamy fell further into the hellscape of her past, slipping deeper into her dissociative episode. Her body was running on sheer desperation and survival instinct alone. It was a wonder—or perhaps more of a curse—that she was still conscious.
Her whole body was shaking now, a fit wracking her limbs, and her mouth was full of ash. Flashing blue specks appeared across her field of vision as the pain in her body reached a crescendo. She was hyperventilating, her lungs trying to compensate for the low oxygen in her blood by more air intake, but it was no use.
Like a flame being snuffed out, the shadows lingering at the edge of her vision finally closed in, and Lamy couldn't fight off the arms reaching for her anymore, her motions sluggish and lethargic. There were hands pressing down on her now, guiding her down to lay on the ground, pushing an anesthesia mask over her nose and mouth. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes, leaving streaks in the dirt and ash.
Lamy's body eventually went limp, raspy, weak breaths fogging up the mask. The darkness embraced her, and just before she lost consciousness, she could hear the click of twin wardrobe doors closing in around her.
{ I just need to get the remaining 15k of this brainrot fic out of my system and finish these zine pieces and then I’ll be back to working on my drafts, hope you’ve all been well!!! <333 }
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" if not for that old cunt's use in obtaining useful soldiers, i would say by all means...snap his neck, make his last few minutes painful. unfortunately, he still has his uses. "
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