@mediicusvitae / Lamy said . . .

She's just going to give her favorite arsonist a smooch on the cheek (´ε｀ )♡ { hello yes I've missed you and also these two <333}

"Lamy!" As far as surprises went, this one from the woman was one of the most pleasant ones, Sabo's face unceremoniously squished as she pressed her lips to one cheek and hand to the other. That was something he adored about their dynamic, the playfulness they could have ( or at least her ability to tolerate his own impulsiveness ) , a comfort in the chaos of their lives and schedules.

"I didn't know you were back!"

To wrap an arm around her waist and keep her close was a natural instinct rather than anything considered on a more conscious level, and it would take a bit for him to finally release her. Not until he could turn his face and press a kiss properly to her lips, his own curved into a smile.

@mediicusvitae​ / Lamy said . . 

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!”

@mediicusvitae​​ / Lamy said . . .

Presses a smooch against Sabo's temple. Just because she can ♥

“Good morning.” That was probably one of the better ways to start the day when facing off against a pile of reports and documents he had strategically put off until he got yelled at. Certainly better than that bitter, nasty coffee he tried from Dragon’s office one time. Sabo had just about leaned into Lamy’s touch and just gave a calm smile, tempted already to turn his head and steal a kiss for himself.

But experience told him that if he did that, he once more wouldn’t be getting any further paperwork done yet again.

“Can you come rescue me from this in a few hours? I’ll need a strategic retreat from my duties, you know, for the good of the cause and building comrade relations.”

@ikkaku-of-heart​ / Ikkaku said . . .

So, have you and Lamy done the deed? Please tell me you've at least kissed. I don't need details, but I do need to make sure my girl isn't settling for someone who doesn't rock her world.

     Jeez! So much for privacy!

     “We... we’ve at least kissed, don’t you worry about that.” They have gone all the way but it wasn’t something they exactly advertised. More than that, he was a little uncertain of how Lamy would feel if he just spilled all the beans, not wanting to invite her ire. Best to leave the gossip between the girls, that way Lamy could share just as much as she felt comfortable with.

     “I’m trying my best, okay? I hope I’m rocking her world too.”

@mediicusvitae​​ / Lamy said . . .

“Is this your way of asking me out or—” { fire boy fire boy! }

˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗

“Just my way of sealing the deal.” Never would he had considered himself such a romantic, usually pragmatic before anything else – but with Lamy, sometimes it was all he could see, strands of white like sparkling starlight and her eyes the purest treasure no pirate could ever lay claim upon. With one hand on her waist, he kept her close and leaned in for a kiss, just chaste and sweet and so full of the love he found in himself for her.

Okay, maybe another kiss. And a third one.

It was hard to stop since they had no reason, but he didn’t push it, only grinning at the woman with a dusting of pinkened glee upon his own cheeks. They had overcome many hurtles to get to this point, primarily that of their responsibilities, but Sabo had proven he would sacrifice life and limb for her sake even before true emotions were ever factored in. She was valuable and not just to himself – but to the Revolutionaries, to her brother, to her friends, and all those that came to adore the fire-kissed girl from Flevance. Maybe it was Luffy that had infected him with such sentiment, but there was power in appreciating those around you, in doing your best to support them.

“Is it working though? We’re extra official?”

@mediicusvitae​ / Lamy said . . .

❛ I had it under control. You didn’t need to do that. ❜ { protective Sabo?? 🥺♥️ }

&. 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"I did.” 

The battlefield wasn’t a place for them to get into an argument – but soon it would cease to be as such with the quick work Sabo had been making. More than that, he would refuse to let this devolve into anything like that, instead landing by Lamy’s side to reach and grab her hand, giving a squeeze in lieu of any actual physical contact on account of them both wearing gloves. 

Normally Sabo would offer smiles and reassurance, even in the midst of battle able to grin wide and laugh, usually at his opponent’s expense. But instead there was determination – and perhaps known only to Lamy, a sliver of anxiety. He knew the flames he wielded signified such different forces and memories to them, but more than that, he didn’t want to bear the guilt of any scars being added to her gentle, mottled skin when it could’ve been preventable. Luffy wasn’t the only person he had sworn to protect with his dying breath if that was what it took, not anymore. Trafalgar D. Water Lamy counted amongst that number. 

Always a self-sacrificing idiot. The hand holding hers lifted as he pressed lips to gloved knuckles in a sign of reverence, though his expression remained serious, just as he felt about this very situation.

“Let me do this for you, okay? I won’t forgive myself if anything ever happens to you.” 

@mediicusvitae​​ / Lamy said . . .

❝I don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly, I don’t really want to be alone either.❞ { For Sabo? 🥺 }

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

     The fact of the matter was that he couldn’t argue with logic as straightforward as that, and especially not from Lamy out of all. Sabo knew that her concern – and vulnerability – were from a genuine place, and he was in no place to deny the other solace in each other’s company. He needed it too, as she had read him correctly. Sometimes it was a little frightening to be so transparent to someone, but it was equal parts relieving, able to shrug off the coat of responsibilities and duty, instead able to allow himself to be perfectly human in Lamy’s presence.

     What a cycle it was to be in, feeling wretched, then feeling guilty for feeling wretched, then angry at himself, and then it began again! He didn’t have to voice it to figure that she would understand the wretched sentiment. Sometimes he wondered how her own cycles of mental violence went. Their scars, though different visually, were much the same, one part of why they meshed together so well. Of course there was a level of physical attraction, but Sabo’s appreciation for the woman’s presence transcended just this. They were kindred souls, both hurt but persevered regardless, craving justice and fairness in a world that dealt them anything but.

     A sigh escaped Sabo as he then gave a nod of acceptance, shifting so he might be able to wrap an arm around the other’s shoulders. Here seated on the edge of his bed, he wasn’t demanding kisses, grateful only for the offered companionship. Okay, maybe just one kiss that he pressed upon her temple.

     “... thank you.” That was all he needed to say, finally a tired attempt at a smile raising the corners of his lips. Lamy by his side had interrupted the mental cycle alone, and now he could only ponder on how he was so lucky to have her.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝

– a playlist for Lamy & Sabo

「 Just like this you look beautiful, my dear, captured in a breathless moment, a heartbeat, and only for my eyes. I’ve seen your tears fall like gemstones and your hair crown you in wisps of sunlight. It strikes me that maybe some poets do have the right idea, attempting to capture indescribable beauty in mere words. The breeze smells of you and the sun laughs when you do as if in response, not minding the way we grip our weapons and each others’ hands out here on this battlefield. 」

“Your Love Could Start a War” – The Unlikely Candidates “So Beautiful” – DPR IAN “Light Up the Night” – The Protomen “Take Care of You” – Giriboy “Easter Lily – roots ver.” – Ichiko Aoba

@mediicusvitae​ / Lamy said . . .

❛ Here, let me help you. ❜ { for Sabo uwu }

*  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

It was hard not to smile and look upon the other with a sense of pride and awe. While the battle had been short-lived, it had been messy, decisive victory struck by well-trained Revolutionaries who hit much harder than they looked. The scale tipped in their favor by a particular one who had been fighting since he was young, blessed with what he considered to be a gift from a precious brother. It was natural for Sabo to carry on the chaotic legacy he had with his brothers from when they were younger.

So in short – no one died but there were plenty of unconscious bodies laying around, save for one final man who just didn’t know when to give up. He had thought he was sly, reaching for a pistol that wouldn’t even effect the flame-flame fruit user, but before he could even attempt to pull the trigger, a heel upon his hand stopped it all right there.

“Thanks!” It took a bit of time, but he had learned not to worry too much about her when it came to fights; she could hold her ground plenty well. It would never entirely fade, for their strengths respectively lied in different departments. Just as he couldn’t keep the smile from his face, Sabo couldn’t help but lean over and place a quick kiss on Lamy’s temple. “I know I can count on you.”

@mediicusvitae​ / Lamy said . . .

gripgripgrip for Sabo c;

send “grip” to grip my muse’s jaw in your muse’s hand

     Admittedly, Sabo’s initial instinct was to tense up in preparation of something mildly unpleasant, such as a pinch to his cheeks or a flick to the forehead. Nothing devastating lest the other wanted it to be, conditioned through a good portion of his life thanks to Koala and her subtle but immense strength to expect such treatment when he was doing a poor job at listening. And indeed he had been guilty of just that, hearing Lamy speak but not really registering the words, too focused on the documents spread out before him, only giving a bit of a nod in reply though he hadn’t actually registered what the other said. 

     Only now when a gloved hand grasped his face and wrenched his gaze away to instead focus upon her face was he realizing the error of his ways, unaware that she had been attempting to encourage him to take a break. It seemed a distraction had been necessary then, and as cerulean eyes met amber, the ocean waves meeting a golden horizon, indeed all thoughts of work quickly emptied from his mind. Neither of them flinched from such a moment of intimacy, Lamy seeming lightly amused or empowered by having such rapt attention on her from the Chief of Staff who slowly allowed himself to look upon her lips. 

     Well, she was the one who wanted him to take a break after all.

     Sabo leaned forward at the other’s allowance, his own gloved hand raising to the back of her neck as lips pressed rather tenderly to hers. The softness was only for a moment as if to savor, before he might attempt to lead their kiss to something more, needy and insistent. If he couldn’t focus on his work, then he’d focus on something else.

@mediicusvitae​ / Lamy said . . .

“Can you hear me? Hey… Sabo, can you hear my voice?“  { >:3c }

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

     He was barely hanging on, unconsciousness fraying the edges of his vision with static and darkness. This battle was hard-fought by all sides, and he had been greatly outnumbered. Victorious, but only barely so. Now as the adrenaline wore off did Sabo begin to feel exhaustion and overuse seep into his very capillaries, limbs like concrete and mind like jagged fog. There was pain but that was registered on a very distant level, a mere observance just as he had watched the ground come closer once he collapsed to his knees.

     He couldn’t help himself as there was a bit of a smile on his face; he hadn’t had that kind of fun and chance to go all-out in quite some time, but he had insisted on facing the enemy alone due to stubbornness and due to strategy. It gave the other operatives a better chance of success in their mission, which had been the right call. But at a cost. 

     Similarly was something else perceived only as an afterthought, a voice calling out to him. It was feminine and familiar, full of worry and perhaps panic. Ah, he thought. I better reassure her. The name wasn’t quite there but the sensations were that he tied to that individual, ones of warmth and perhaps even protectiveness. Right. He’d done this all for her.

     “I’m fine, it’ll all be okay.” Those were the last conscious thoughts Sabo managed before collapsing entirely, unconscious.

@mediicusvitae /  a handwritten note.

from Sabo to Lamy

@mediicusvitae​ / Lamy said . . .

“I really want to kiss you right now.“

{ End me Ame. you know who this is for. }

kissing starters

     Ever since being stuck in that culvert together had a thought plagued his mind, arising at inopportune moments that sometimes distracted him during more boring parts of the day, like mission briefings or lectures. It wasn’t exactly new for him to tune out what he didn’t care to hear, but the subject matter, unshared with anyone, was. Sabo wasn’t one to carry regrets, not anymore, learning to keep his head up and move forward, for he was powerless to change the past.

     He didn’t regret not kissing Lamy during the middle of his reckless rescue mission, not one bit. He still wondered what it would have been like, still craving the touch of soft lips against his own, but he wouldn’t have changed things. It would’ve likely been too dangerous and attention-consuming had he followed that urge that arose from back then. 

     So when the other had mentioned her own desire that seemed to beset her, haunting her thoughts in a similar pattern, the Revolutionary could only put on a smirk of satisfaction and mild excitement. He was waiting to hear something exactly like this, and it confirmed that his senses weren’t wrong, that she hadn’t shied away from him in the culvert. She had been wanting this too.

     “Then let’s do it.”

     As always was he a man of action. Sabo leaned down as gloved hand slid to her cheek, cupping gently to help guide their faces together. Lips slotted against Lamy’s, inquisitive and tender as if to test the waters. Just as thumb caressed her skin, lips did similarly. But truly – no matter how he craved much more right now, he didn’t care to rush her. 

@mediicusvitae​ / Lamy said . . .

❛ Do you remember when we first met? ❜ { for Sabo! <3 }

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

     “Of course I do.” Cheerful and assertive as always, the Chief of Staff cast a smile to the other Revolutionary, grateful for her presence and her help. Her work had been instrumental to the RA, her updates and information vital for them to be able to react appropriately. “I was always impressed by your fortitude, but you really showed me that you’re capable of so much more.” The grin he bore widened only momentarily as Sabo chuckled, calming once he had worked that out of his system. Lamy was so much more than an essential member of the army and a lynchpin to their success, especially concern the Special Sciences Group and their upgraded Pacifistas, and he felt maybe now was the time to vocalize his thoughts regarding the matter.

     “And when you finally lowered that hood, I realized how strong you really are.” They were similarly scarred by the government they both loathed, blossoms of red and white across their respective flesh like bouquets gifted in the name of their survival. Even now in his mind’s eye could he think back to that secretive meeting beneath floorboards, how lamplight reflected in their eyes and sparkled against her white hair, how serious her visage was as they pored over documents and blueprints together. With gloved hand, he couldn’t smother his impulse to reach over, fingertips gently cupping Lamy’s cheek. 

     “There’s no one else better to join my side, I thought.”

@mediicusvitae​ / Lamy said . . .

[ INHALE ]: while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another. { WINK WINK }

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀

     Like animals in a den, they were caught. 

     It had been a shaky start to the rescue mission admittedly, the spot upon Sabo’s head still thrumming with pressure after being hit by the very subject of the rescue. Bygones and simple mistakes were that, to be left in the past, and significantly smaller than the mistake the Revolutionary felt he had made, hiding them impulsively into a culvert off the main path to let the majority of the forces after them run by, his back to the pathway to let the darkness of his coat help them blend in. He and Lamy were quiet and still as statues, for daring to breathe even despite the thunder of many boots passing them by might invite more trouble than even Sabo could handle. 

     It had been a reckless decision indeed – but he staunchly refused to leave her hanging in the wind once they got word she had been discovered. She had helped the cause so much and at all risk to herself, and no one wanted to witness a repeat of what happened to dear Kuma. The footsteps running by had petered off, echoing distantly before fading to silence, the same as what reverberated tucked away in the culvert. Until he heard the slightest of sounds, the drawing of shaky breath past gently curved lips. 

     Like honey, his gaze was caught.

     There was no hesitation in his eyes, but instead merely an open fascination, such a look colored by something only describable as awe. They were close, his arms wrapped around her body, tucked away like they were, faces having drawn so near each other. The simple fact of the matter was that if he wasn’t so enthralled with the sight before him, able to take in every tawny eyelash and curvature of every white patch upon her face, he might have blushed from embarrassment. But mostly could Sabo only admire the aurulent nature of Lamy’s eyes, lines of her irises flecked with caramel, pupils flecked with passion and a similar kind of magnetized shock.

     He didn’t dare let his eyes trail to lips that he very much desired now to press to his own, to prove to her that this mission wasn’t entirely a reckless waste. Instead, Sabo loosened his grip, murmuring in nigh-breathless manner.

     “... are you okay?”