#kirschwasser

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SAKI circa 2005

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Mandelkuchen mit Kirschwasser #glutenfrei

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Authentische Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte: Ein Klassiker der deutschen Konditorei

Entdecke die unwiderstehliche Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte! Mit reichem Schokobiskuit, saftigen Kirschen und luftiger Sahne. Ein Genuss für besondere Anlässe oder gemütliche Sonntagnachmittage. Probier es aus und lass dich verführen! 🍰✨ #SchwarzwälderKirsch

Die Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte ist eine der berühmtesten deutschen Torten, bekannt für ihre reichhaltige Zusammensetzung aus Schokoladenbiskuit, Kirschen, Sahne und natürlich Kirschwasser. Dieses Dessert stammt aus dem Schwarzwald, einer Region in Deutschland, die für ihre Kirschen und die traditionelle Kirschwasserherstellung bekannt ist. Die Kombination aus Schokolade, Sahne und Kirschen macht���

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'•.¸♡ MASTERLIST ♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡TW♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Pretty Boy❞

╰┈➤ ❝If Daddy Knew❞ → ❝Daddy Knows❞

╰┈➤ ❝Wet Body❞

╰┈➤ ❝Happy Fucking New Years❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝I Can See You❞

'•.¸♡SS♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Girls Like Girls❞

╰┈➤ ❝She Likes A Boy❞

'•.¸♡CH♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝My Ass❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Dangerous Woman❞

'•.¸♡LL♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Dangerous Game❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Stacy's Brother❞

'•.¸♡LS2♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Mafia AU, Chap 2❞

'•.¸♡MW2♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝From People You Know, To People You Don't❞

╰┈➤ ❝Let Them Watch❞

╰┈➤ ❝Malaysia 2013 (Mark’s Version)❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tits Like A Rock❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Light❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Write Me A Song❞

'•.¸♡DR3♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Favorite❞

'•.¸♡LN4♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Only For Me To Hear❞

╰┈➤ ❝Blow Me❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Nattely❞ → ❝I Don't Forgive You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Friends Don't Fuck❞

'•.¸♡SV5♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Praises And Babies❞

╰┈➤ ❝I Love You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Malaysia 2013 (Sebastian’s Version)❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Touch It❞

╰┈➤ ❝Ocean Eyes❞

╰┈➤ ❝Skin❞

╰┈➤ ❝Gorgeous❞

'•.¸♡NR6♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝I Like You Best❞

╰┈➤ ❝Guilty As Sin?❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Soft Launch❞

'•.¸♡KR7♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝A Good Use Of That Mouth❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tell Me Your Sounds❞ → ❝Any Silent Man Scream❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Figure You Out❞

╰┈➤ ❝Darling❞

'•.¸♡MS7♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝You’re Gonna Help Me❞

'•.¸♡PG10 ♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝She's What I Like❞

'•.¸♡SP11♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Mafia AU, Chap 1❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Christmas Problems❞

'•.¸♡FA14♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝ Bébé Gorçon❞

╰┈➤ ❝Stranger Danger❞

╰┈➤ ❝Struggles❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Sugar Daddy❞

╰┈➤ ❝Troublemaker❞

'•.¸♡MH14♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡CL16♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝So Pretty, And Just For Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Different Kind Of Good Morning❞

╰┈➤ ❝Good At Other Things❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Talking Body❞

╰┈➤ ❝Premier Amour❞

'•.¸♡LS18♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝That's What Girlfriends Are For❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Superstar❞

╰┈➤ ❝Shape Of You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Sailor Song❞

'•.¸♡KM20♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Cold Hands❞

╰┈➤ ❝Christmas Sex❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Igen I Dag❞

╰┈➤ ❝Hooked❞

╰┈➤ ❝My oh my❞

'•.¸♡JH20♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡YT22♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡JB22♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝She's Got That❞

╰┈➤ ❝Older❞ → ❝Perfume❞

╰┈➤ ❝Need You Now❞

'•.¸♡AA23♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡ZG24♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡NH27♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝A Little Too Much Kirschwasser❞

╰┈➤ ❝What A Mess❞

'•.¸♡EO31♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡MV33♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Fucking Whore❞

╰┈➤ ❝You Say You Hate Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Head Over Heels❞

╰┈➤ ❝It's Okay To Cry❞

╰┈➤ ❝This Fkn Bratty Attitude❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Dress❞

╰┈➤ ❝FU In My Head❞

'•.¸♡LH44♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝So Good For Her❞

╰┈➤ ❝I'll Show You How Sorry I Am❞

╰┈➤ ❝Sir Lewis❞

╰┈➤ ❝Braid Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Satisfy The Fans❞

╰┈➤ ❝I’m Sorry❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Secret Love Song❞

╰┈➤ ❝Pipe❞

╰┈➤ ❝All To You❞

╰┈➤ ❝18❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝On The House❞

'•.¸♡MSC47♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝American Town❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Makkinen 2.0❞

'•.¸♡CS55♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Tonight (I'm Fuckin' You)❞

╰┈➤ ❝Invisible❞

'•.¸♡GR63♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡VB77♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡OP81♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Help With A Girl❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Treat You Better❞

Kinktober ‘24

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Heartbeats

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Word Count: 3,600+

Summary: You were friends first, only ever friends; until a night of drinking led to something more. After that one night, you decided to not speak on it and remain only as close friends; an outcome you both could respect as captain and crewmate. A small fluttered heartbeat complicates such an arrangement. 

Warnings: suggestive content but sfw, law x afab!reader, kisses, drinking, assumed unrequited love, drunkenness, pregnancy mentioned, unexpected pregnancy, feelings, emotions, angst, swearing, fluff. 

Notes: This was a little gift for mother’s day. I thought it might be fun to explore the concept of Law telling his friend they’re pregnant, but conflicted because he was the one to make them this way. Please read the warnings.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @mfreedomstuff @writingmysanity @carrotsunshine @gingernut1314 @daydreamer-in-training @indydonuts @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here

Penguin’s birthday was an event aboard the Polar Tang that was anticipated greatly by the crew. Streamers, balloons, cake and music were flowing as heavy as the waves crashing against the hull. Not a care in the world, you all showered the dark-haired, hat-wearing man with affection and praise for his life lapping one more loop around the sun. 

And then Shachi decided to bring out the kirschwasser. The double-distilled, cherry flavored liquor that nightmares were truly made of for Captain Trafalgar D Water-Law. It was not because of the scent, nor the taste, but it was the fact that it rendered him the most defenseless and vulnerable to spilling his emotions that he was sure he had repressed. 

When Law drank kirschwasser, he remembered his mother, his father, and his sister: memories he thought he had long since forgotten came oozing up his throat, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth and a subtle glisten in his eyes. He scrunched his eyes tightly shut, gripping the glass firmly in his hand, and grinding his teeth in a tight clamp. 

When you took another shot of kirschwasser with Ikkaku, you placed down the glass with a smile on your face and a laugh on your tongue. Looking over towards your captain, you cocked your head to the side as you studied his body language. Drawing your eyes over his tense body, you excuse yourself from the rest of the crew to assess the damage he was attempting to suppress. 

Approaching him, you gently place your hand on his forearm and soften your tone to a low and soothing tone. It was one simple question, one soft and pointed ask, that had him softly fold his hand within yours and thump his forehead on your shoulder. 

“Law, are you okay?” was the only question that fell from your lips that had him curl himself against you in a soft embrace. His cup hung limply behind your back as he locked his wrists after releasing your hand. He buried himself further into your embrace, sighing deeply into your neck as you widened your eyes and drew your hands around his neck.

As friends, you and Law had shared the odd embrace from time to time in your weekly catch-ups. Bepo was usually the one that the crew sought out for more warm hugs; that mink-bear was the best for encumbering holds. This felt more intimate than any moment you had ever shared, the smooth kirschwasser releasing you of your inhibitions and giving into sharing this soft moment.

As the night dwelled on, Law never left your side. His hands were always on some part of you, ensuring you did not get too far from his reach to pull you in closer as the night went on. Once the party had reached its peak and began to dwindle into the evening, Law pulled you into the hallway adjacent to the door and pinned you to the wall. 

Lips sought out your flesh, whispers of promises and confessed desires being branded into your neck, cheeks, jaw, shoulders and chest with feverish kisses. “I need you,” he whispered, “I want you,” his hands caressed your hips and began to find the zipper of your boiler suit. 

“We said we wouldn’t,” you smiled, your own resolve being chipped away at the aid of the kirschwasser and Law’s lips trailing against your skin, “We’re friends, Captain.” He groaned against your skin, enjoying the way your hands traveled to his hair and massaged the nape of his neck. 

“Friends,” he mocked his confirmation with a soft growl in his tone, “But I need more.” He nipped and bit at your neck, prompting a small whimper to flee from your lips as you elevated your head to give him more access. You closed your eyes, biting your lip as Law’s body continued to ravish yours. You groaned in frustration at your prior agreement, shaking your head as you pulled his lips and teeth away from you. 

“Not in the hallway,” you warned him, having a moment of clarity. Your eyes darted between his, glancing down at his lips and back up. Law’s eyes darkened as he elevated his hand with his thumb, index and middle finger raised.

“Room,” he whispered, leaning in closer to you, and hovering his lips over yours. As he twisted his wrist, he murmured before his breath tickled at your parted mouth, “Shambles.”

A night of passion, littering each other with marks of claim over one another, had you both sharing the captain’s quarters for the night wrapped in each other’s arms. Blankets over your waists, gazing up at each other before you fell asleep, you felt a pitter in your heart as his amber eyes stared almost lovingly down at you. This intimate moment had you captivated, feeling his emotions and heart tangibly beat with yours.

In the morning, your heads panged with the residue of the cherry liquor. Groans of regret at drinking the quantity of kirschwasser along with other mixed drinks had the night before a distant, blissful, and foggy memory. Looking down at your bare flesh and over to your captain’s, you snapped up in shock. He cradled his head with a soft sigh, only now realizing that you were in the bed beside him as he twitched back in his own shock. Both of your eyes widened, looking between your bodies and snapping your eyes up to meet with one another’s surprised eyes. 

Rambunctious, lazy laughter fell easily from your lips, both clapping each other’s hands against each other’s shoulders and arms in friendly touches. You tugged the bedsheets away from your body and began collecting your uniform from the floor, shaking your head with a smile spread up to your cheeks.

“I’ll go get started on clean up from Penguin’s party, captain,” you suggested, pinching your brow and cradling your swirling and soupy mind, “Might stop off in your office and grab some ibuprofen and electrolytes if you’ll let me rustle through your desk?” He growled and pinched his own brow, his eyes tightly clenched shut and feeling the dizzy fog eclipse his senses. 

“Rustle away,” he whispered your name in a soft voice. As you hoisted your uniform over your hips, slotting your arms into the sleeves, he reached out for you with his hand, asking the question you had both avoided since opening your eyes, “Did you-...?” he squinted his tired eyes up at you, “Should we-...?” he choked out, shifting his blankets away from his lap and rising to his feet, “Do we need to talk about this?” 

You shook your head, reaching down and zipping up your boiler suit before rubbing your face. Smoothing your skin beneath your palms and nursing your forehead, you blow out an exasperated breath and turn back to him. 

“Let’s just not mention it, okay?” you smiled at him with a soft, tight-lipped smile, “Was a moment of weakness on both our parts.” Law nodded, trailing his eyes over you to assess your posture and stance as you added, “We’re friends, Law. I don’t think revisiting last night would be in either of our best interests.” 

Law nodded his head in response, waiting until you left his room with a soft 'click' for him to sink back onto his bed and experience the full brunt of the wind being shot out of his sails. He cradled his forehead in his hands, the inked digits raking through his hair as he dwelled on your words. ‘We’re friends, Law,’ shattered his heart into shards, his hope that you might reciprocate his affections for you being ruined with those three simple words. 

As days turned into weeks, you and Law continued on as you had always been: captain and crewmen, leader and subordinate, friend and friend. You would catch up afterhours, enjoy reading with one another and discussing ailments and woes with rapport with the crew. After Penguin’s birthday party, comradery was at an all-time high, and everybody noticed as much. 

Over the next few days, Trafalgar Law took the opportunity to do as he always does as the current wielder of the ‘Ope-Ope no mi’. He takes the small luxury of concentrating on the heartbeats of his crewmen to wordlessly check in with any irregularities with their bodies and breathing, enjoying knowing that his crew is all safe and accounted for. The crew was aware he did this, and it was something each of you appreciated greatly to avoid a formal physical examination every few weeks. As he floated his attention over to you, focussing on your body as you spoke with Bepo about approaching land, his breath was caught in his lungs.

Heartbeats.

Plural. 

He rose to his feet, his eyes wide and in shock as his lips fell open. Fear overcame him, looking down to your belly and back up to your chest. Teeth chattering, he wordlessly excused himself to the hallway and began counting with his fingers while clawing at his hair. 

“Penguins birthday,” he whispered to himself, looking down at his fingers, “Three days to travel internally up to-...” he shook his head, his hands beginning to shake, “...It’s been seven weeks since-...” he joined his other hand in his hair, raking his fingers over his raven locks. 

“...Fuck.”

After speaking with Bepo, you turn to walk towards the mess hall and begin getting yourself something to eat for lunch. You had been abnormally famished, feeling drawn to spices and sweets over salt and savories lately. Eyeing off a dark chocolate ganache tart with chili-flakes, your mouth began salivating at the thought. As you reached for it, you felt a hand on your shoulder and a whisper in your ear.

“My office,” Law ordered quietly, “Now.” You snapped your head over to him before looking back to the tart longingly. He groaned, relenting with a roll of his eyes, “Bring the tart.” You beam him a wolfy grin full of teeth and joy, a smile Law has begun to yearn for each time you joined him in his office as friends. You claim the tart in your hands and, with a pep in your step, you trot along behind him to his office. 

For the short walk from the mess hall to his office, he was formulating a long speech to not only ask you if you know, but alert you if you don’t; to inform you carefully of your pregnancy, while not seeming to be overager at the prospect of you both rearing a child. He came to terms with it from the moment he sensed that small flutter. He wanted this child, wanted to parent them with you, and wanted to show it all of the love his parents, sister, and Rosinante had shown to him. 

Looking up from nibbling and enjoying the chocolate tart, you notice the tension in Law’s shoulders and additional pressure in the thud in his boots. You furrow your brows in a deep frown, unsure of what was going through his mind. Both agreeing to leave the prior experience at the door seven or so weeks ago was a mutually beneficial decision you both made. The way you rationalized it, you can’t give in to the emotions and feelings you had for your captain if you forbade yourself from sharing them with him. 

The truth of it was this: you loved him. Plain, simple, and as true as the fact the sun rose every day to illuminate the world in its glory. You started as friends, shared a drunken night together that opened a door to your heart - a door that you slammed shut as soon as it was revealed. To fall in love at sea, especially loving your captain as a subordinate, was a luxury you had both barred one another from feeling. You were friends, and you were okay with that. 

Ushering you into his office, you sat in your regular chair beside his circular table. You licked at your lips, the crumbling shell of the tart leaving a soft crust of sweetness on your mouth. Law had a whole speech finally planned out: his lips curling to attempt to relay them.

“I am so desperately in love with you. You are my closest friend, my best friend, someone I could spend the rest of my life with. I know you don’t feel the same, but considering my child is growing in your belly, I would hope that you could warm to seeing me in such a way. I want them, I want you. I love you, please learn to love me too: if not as a partner, then as a co-parent to our child.’

But instead of pouring his heart out to you, he sat at his desk and stared unblinkingly at your stomach, uttering a simple phrase with a quiet whisper of your name.

“You’re pregnant.” 

Blinking slowly, you place the half-eaten tart on the circular table in front of you, the base crumbling onto the clean countertop. You return your hands to your lap with a soft shake in your fingers. Reaching up to your abdomen, you press down on the pit of your stomach with a soft pressure. 

The Heart-Pirates had all received extensive medical degrees in specialist areas: Law being the 'surgeon of death', Shachi being an expert in fishmen biology, Penguin being an anesthetist, Bepo being proficient in naturopathic remedies, Ikkaku being the best for combat quick fixes on the battlefield, and so on. Your speciality in nursing had you explore anatomy within the midwifery sub category, your fingers settling above your uterus and using your thumb, index and middle finger assess the size of your abdominal growth. 

You looked down to your fingers, feeling the lump beneath your digging hand feel as large as a lemon in your abdomen. Using your unoccupied hand, you draw it up to your breasts and give one a gentle squeeze to test the ache in their swell. You snap your eyes up to meet with your captains, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I am,” you whisper in shock, with a quiver in your lips and your eyes pooling in fear at the unknown. You could not get a read on him, glancing between his eyes and clenching your chattering teeth tightly shut to halt their nervous twitching. Your heartbeat tremors, your eyes beginning to swim in glassy pools as you anticipated his wrath. 

Instead of wrath, Law calmly walked over to you and sat on the couch beside you. With an unsure and soft hand, he drew your body into him and cradled you against his chest. He wanted to feel you safely in his arms, his heart crying and pleading with him to confess those unspoken words to you more fervently. You circled your hands beneath his arms and buried your face in his chest, your body caged within the clutches of anxiety at the prospect of shepherding life. Law held you like this, stroking your back with his tattooed fingers and holding you firmly against himself. 

“I’m not mad,” Law whispered, soothing your hair in his hand. Your breath hitched, your heart jumping into your throat and forming a solid lump. 

“You’re not mad?” you whisper your question against his chest, looking up into his amber eyes with shock, “But what if I am?” The small twitch in his wide eyes looked down at you in shock.

“Are you?” Law’s eyes widened with his question fleeing his lips as soon as you offered yours. His teeth clenched shut, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed in anticipation. You looked away, sifting through your eyes for regrets of the night you shared seven weeks prior. 

“I don’t think I am, no,” you admit with a soft nod of your head. You untangle yourself from his arms, sitting upright and lacing your hands in front of you with a frown on your features. 

“Talk to me,” Law ordered you softly, “Tell me what’s going on in there.” He whispered your name, humming over the syllables in his soft cadence saved for quiet moments together. You inhale deeply, exhaling with your eyes scrunched shut before reopening them again.

“I suppose I need to leave, captain,” you utter with soft sorrow in your tone, thinking about all the options you’ve explore internally and processing them orally, “Give up my life at sea, make a home for myself in some coastal town, offer my services as a medical practitioner to bring in regular clients, raise the child of a pirate alone-.” 

“-No.” 

Law’s bark shocked you, prompting you to snap your eyes up to meet his frown. His left hand shot down to yours in your lap, his right hand placed on the pit of your stomach and holding over the small, barely noticeable elevation. You fluttered your eyes between his, the seriousness in his expression beginning to cause you to run away with your thoughts. 

“I will not let either of you out of my sight,” Law whispered softly, raising his right hand away from your hands and cupping your cheek, “I want you here,” he ushered you closer by your chin towards his lips, “I want you home with me.” 

“What are you saying?” you ask him, allowing him to lead your lips towards his. Your eyes dart down to them before floating up to look at him through half-hooded lashes. His soft smile twitched up at the corners. 

“You said we shouldn’t mention it,” he teased you, mostly to make light of the situation you found yourselves within, “But I’m going to say now what I would’ve said then.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, tender and loving kiss. He felt the shock in your whimper, the soft whisper of a sob in your voice, and smiled further into the kiss the moment you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, he caressed your stomach as he raked his hand over your abdomen towards your hip. You clutched at his raven locks, finally allowing yourself to smile into the kiss and lean into his touch. His tongue darted out to dampen your bottom lip, softly coaxing you to open yourself up to him further. Before taking the kiss any further than just a simple expression, he broke away and pressed his forehead against your own.

“While I will always be your friend first,” he whispered, drawing his hand down to your chin and rubbing at your bottom lip with his thumb softly, “I want so much more from you,” he smiled at you, releasing your lip from his thumb and pinching at your chin, “I need you to know that I love you, and I want to do this right.” 

Overwhelmed with emotions, you slowly nod your head in his grip. Your wordless confirmation is all he needed to capture your lips in his once more and travel his hands to the front of your boiler suit. You gasp into his mouth, his smile morphing up more into his cheeks as he whispers. 

“Easy now, I’m not being funny,” he murmurs into the kiss, “Just need to feel for myself, alright?” His fingers reach below your boiler suit, hovering over your stomach as his lips break away from yours. He slowly, tentatively, presses down onto your abdomen and seeks out the firming ball of flesh against your cervix. He gasps, his eyes beginning to brim with emotion as you beam up at him with pride. 

“I feel them,” he whispers, looking down at your stomach, pushing a little firmly against you, “Perfect size for seven weeks gestation.” He hovers his fingers over your abdomen and activates his devil fruit to measure their fluttering beat and concentrating with his brows furrowed. After a few minutes pass, he looks back up to you, “One-thirty beats.”

“That's good,” you smile, pressing your hand against his knuckles, “Strong already for such a little lemon.” He cracks his face into a wide grin, his teeth showing and his eyes crinkling at the corners. This image was one you never thought you would see over his features, the purity of his joy fully on his face. 

Questions left unthought of and unanswered regarding the health of your child were flung from your mind. Would there be complications with this child being a half devil-fruit user, would Law’s hereditary blood disease pass from him to them, would you still be able to resist haki while balancing your own body and a foreign within you? So many questions that fled your mind the moment Law’s joy sprung to his face. 

You could be lost within his amber eyes forever, both of you feeling excited about exploring this new life growing and developing within you. Sooner or later, you would have to inform the crew of not only your new relationship, but ushering a new “Trafalgar D” into the era of piracy. For now, you lingered a little longer on Law’s couch, the chili-chocolate tart discarded for something sweeter found against the lips of your lover. 

[fireandiceland]

Hetalia nations dressed as sweet treats from their countries 😊

Spain - Churro: a sweet Spanish snack consisting of a strip of fried dough dusted with sugar or cinnamon.

China - Tanghulu: a sweet Nothern Chinese snack consisting of several rock sugar-coated fruits of Chinese hawthorn on a bamboo skewer

France - Macaron: a sweet meringue-based confection made with egg white, icing sugar, granulated sugar, almond meal, and food colouring, often filled with ganache, jam, or buttercream.

America - Apple Pie: a pie with the principal filling ingredient being apples with pastry above and below, often served with whipped cream or ice cream.

Germany - Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte: the black forst cake is a chocolate sponge cake with a filling made from whipped cream and maraschino cherries and kirschwasser or rum.

Italy - Gelato: the Italian word for ice ceam, in English it refers to a frozen dessert containing 6-9% butterfat, 35% air, and more flavouring than other kinds of frozen desserts.

Japan - Hanami Dango: a Japanese dumpling made from rice flour mixed with uruchi rice flour and glutinous rice flour, to eat during hanami (flower viewing) where the three colors (pink, green, white) represent the order in which cherry blossoms bloom.

England - Victoria Sponge Cake: two sponge cakes which are filled with cream and jam then dusted on top with sugar, namded after Queen Victoria who was known to enjoy the small cakes with her afternoon tea.

Russia - Pashalnii Kulichi: a traditional Easter bread baked in tall, cylindrical tins (like coffee or fruit juice tins) and decorated with white icing (which slightly drizzles down the sides) and colorful flowers or sprinkles.

Prussia - Baumkuchen: literally "tree cake" or "log cake", a kind of spit cake from Germany, but also a popular dessert in Japan. The name stems from the characteristic "tree rings" that appear in its slices.

[dryndelicate]

Despite an abundance of such images, @sarahwellshunter wanted to revisit the forest with a Black Forest Gateau. The AI complied pretty well and that plastic wolf won't really crave a piece of it for himself. I may have added more Kirschwasser than usually, though.

[doomspiral]

Cabernet with half a shot of kirschwasser, im gonna sit in my livingroom and read in peace!

[mariacallous]

If you did a culinary DNA search on baba au rhum, you’d find that this fancy French cake’s ancestral line has the same humble roots as the homey babka. 

It all started with the inspired tinkering of an exiled Polish king. No one knows exactly what happened, of course, but it seems that Stanislaus I, twice deposed in 18th-century Poland, moved to his country estate in France, where he loved to cook and held court in the chateau kitchen. There, he baked a gugelhopf, a yeast cake invented by Viennese bakers to celebrate the victory of the Austrians over the Turks in 1683. Gugelhopf is rich and regal-looking. It’s usually baked in a tall, fluted pan called a Turk’s head mold because of its resemblance to an Ottoman sultan’s turban. 

The cake came out too dry, so the ex-king soaked it in wine and decided to call it baba (grandma), because it reminded him of the welcoming confections of everyone’s baba back in the old country. In fact, besides for the shape and some chopped-up dried or candied fruit, gugelhopf and baba are essentially the same. 

As is babka, which is among the most beloved of Jewish comfort foods. But while babas are large cakes and were mostly saved for special occasions such as Easter, babkas, though similarly egg-rich and yeasty, were smaller and regularly baked by Jewish balaboostas. Babka means “little grandma,” and in most Eastern European Jewish households, they were not only smaller but plainer, too, as dried fruit, raisins, and spices were costly. Babkas were more like little loaf-pan versions of Stanislaus’ gugelhopf. 

The ex-king was so pleased with his invention that he served it in dramatic fashion to his guests at a party one night. He poured some alcohol over his gugelhopf, set it aflame, and carried it into the dark ballroom, thrilling the crowd. He called the cake Ali Baba — a play on the word baba, but also a tribute to a character in The Thousand and One Nights. 

The story and recipe might have ended there, except that the Stanislaus’ daughter eventually married French king Louis XV and gave the recipe to Nicolas Stohrer, her pastry chef, who revised it to include raisins, candied fruit, and a soak with rum. And thus, baba au rhum was invented. 

Over the years, baba au rhum and babka went on to produce more progeny. Parisian pastry chefs, reluctant to be outdone by a Polish pretender, created several versions, changing spices, shapes, and alcohol soaks. More than a century later, when baba au rhum had already become a classic, a pastry chef named Auguste Julien decided to bake baba in a plain ring mold and substituted kirschwasser (German cherry brandy) for the rum. He glazed the cake with melted apricot preserves and served it with a mound of whipped cream in the center. The cake, named savarin to honor Jean-Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, French author of The Physiology of Taste, is considered one of the most elegant pastries ever created.

And the homey babka? Less stylish to be sure, but most beloved by Jews and non-Jews alike, and reinvented with ever-more variations. For most babka-lovers, the basic question is: cinnamon or chocolate? But these days there are recipes galore and this “grandma loaf” is stuffed with chocolate, nuts, marzipan, fresh and dried fruit, preserves, and sprinkled with streusel in top. 

And so the baba, a simple old recipe, stands proud today, centuries on. We take pleasure in the numerous varieties that have sprung from it — fancy offerings in elegant pastry shops, humble cakes from neighborhood bakeries, and fragrant loaves baked in our own ovens. Because a great recipe will always stand the test of time.

[tinseltownevents]

OKTOBERFEST

FRISCO'S FOOD TRUCK & BAR TUESDAY, 10.29 12PM - 9PM

Post tweets, gif chat starters, open paras/f2f.

Please tag EVERYTHING ttownhw24.

Please @tinseltownevents​ for all gif chat starters and open paras/f2f.

Participation is NOT mandatory.

ACTIVITIES

Gingerbread heart decorating

Flunkyball - German drinking game

Learn popular Oktoberfest dances

Kegelbahn - 9 pin bowling

Schnauzer Strut Dog Parade

Masskrugstemmen – stein holding contest

Hammerschlagen – hammer striking game

Log sawing – lumberjack competition

Keg rolling/throwing

Stein racing

Pretzel-eating contest

Oktoberfest trivia game

German spelling bee

Cornhole 

Bucketball - Giant beer pong

The Chicken Dance

Yodeling 

MUSIC

Indy Polkamotion

The German Band

Final Say

Underground Prophets

SHOPPING

The Gift and Souvenir Shop

Souvenir kiosk in the middle of the festival.

German gifts, souvenir T-shirts, flowered headbands, and authentic German-made beer steins available.

FOOD

GERMAN DINNER

Frikadellen (German-style Hamburger patty) with Mashed Potatoes, Jaeger Sauce, German Baked Beans & Cabbage Salad 

Stuffed Cabbage Roll with Spaetzle, Jaeger Sauce, Red Cabbage & Sauerkraut 

Kassler (Smoked Pork Chop) with German Potato Salad, German Baked Beans & Cabbage Salad 

Goulash with Pasta, Red Cabbage & Sauerkraut

Pork Schnitzel with (or without) Jaeger sauce

3 sausage plate with choice of Bratwurst, Knackwurst, and/or Weisswurst

German Meatloaf with rich Mushroom gravy 

Königsberger Klopse (German version of Swedish meatballs in a creamy sauce) 

*All entrées will be served with mashed potatoes, and our traditional red cabbage and sauerkraut. As well as bread and butter.

IMBISS (Snack Booth)

Bratwurst or Weisswurst on pretzel bun

Kielbasa on a Stick

French Fries

Chicken Tenders

Corn Nuggets

Smoked Chicken plate

Half Rack of Baby Back Ribs

DESSERT BOOTH

Blackforest Cake

German Chocolate Cake

Apple Strudel

Caramel Apple Pie

Pumkin Pie

Pumpkin Cheesecake

Coffee

Tea

BEVERAGES

GERMAN BEERS

Ayinger Bavarian Pilsner – 5.3% ABV

Ayinger Celebrator – Doppelbock, 6.7%

Bitburger – German Pilsner, 4.8%

Hacker-Pschorr Original Oktoberfest – Märzen, 5.8%

König Ludwig Weissbier Hell – Bavarian Wheat, 5.1%

Köstriger Schwarzbier – Black lager, 4.8%

Paulaner Hefe-Weizen – Wheat, 5.5%

Paulaner Oktoberfest – Märzen, 5.0%

Spaten Franziskaner Hefe-Weissbier – Golden wheat, 5.0%

Spaten Lager – Munich helles lager, 5.2%

Spaten Oktoberfest – Märzen, 5.9%

Warsteiner Dunkel – Dark lager, 4.9%

Warsteiner Premium Verum – German pilsner, 4.8%

AUSTRIAN

Stiegl Goldbräu – Golden lager, 5.0%

Stiegl Radler – mixed with grapefruit juice, 2.5%

LOCAL CRAFT

Faubourg Brewing LeidenSteiner – Märzen, 5.5% ABV

Notch Holy Roller – Hazy IPA, 6.3%

Notch Oktoberfest – Märzen, 6.5%

East Regiment Paradise Park – American lager, 4.5%

Bent Water Raspberry Berliner Weisse Sour – Wheat with raspberry, 4.5%

Bent Water Who Dat Golden Ale – 5.0%

DOMESTIC

Budweiser Light – American light lager, 4.2%

Sierra Nevada Oktoberfest (collaboration with Bitburger) – Märzen, 4.6%

Yuengling Oktoberfest – Märzen, 5.4%

NONALCOHOLIC

St. Pauli’s

​WHITE WINE

Fritz Zimmer Maestro Riesling – Germany

Schmitt Söhne Liebfraumilch – Germany

Villa Wolf Pinot Gris – Germany

Chateau St. Michelle Gewürztraminer – Washington, USA

Decoy Chardonnay – California, USA

RED WINE

Villa Wolf Donfelder – Germany

Villa Wolf Pinot Noir – Germany

Lenz Moser Blaufränkisch  –Austria

Joel Gott Cabernet Sauvignon – California, USA

SPARKLING

Dr. Loosen Sparkling Riesling – Germany

SCHNAPPS FRUIT

Schonauer Apfel (Apple)

Echte Kroatzbeere Blackberry Liqueur

Kleiner Feigling (Fig)

Kammer Obstler (Fruits)

Schladerer Kirschwasser Cherry Brandy

Schladerer Edel-Kirsch Cherry Liqueur

Schladerer Himbeer Raspberry Liqueur

Schladerer Himbeergeist Raspberry Brandy

Schladerer Williams-Birne Pear Brandy

Silvovica (Plum)

HERBAL

Goldwasser Herbal Liqueur

Jager

Killepitsch

Kuemmerling

HONEY, CHOCOLATE, SPICES

Bärenjäger Honey and Bourbon

Bärenjäger Honey Liqueur

Bismarck Vodka

Fireball 

Gold Bar Chocolate

Goldschläger 

Rum Chata 

Rumplemintz 

Taaka Coconut

Van Gogh Chocolate Vodka

SODA BOOTH

Coke

Diet Code

Sprite

Barq’s Root Beer

PowerAde

Water

OTHER BOOTHS

Large, soft Bavarian-style Pretzels, warm from the oven

Flammkuchen (German variation of pizza with white, creamy sauce)

German cheeses from St. James Cheese Company

Popcorn

Pickles​

Decorated Oktoberfest Cookies

Ice Cream

Bavarian Roasted Nuts​

[xenosagaepisodeone]

uk-works circa 2004

[connoisseursdecomfort]

The cherry liquor in the new visual caught my eye, and I guess I’ll just have to do a “quick” search about it before I go to bed. I initially think the other bottle is orange liquor, but then I thought, “Loid likes whiskey.” So I’ll just roll with it.

I found two cocktail recipes from two old movies.

The first one is Blood and Sand from the movie Blood and Sand.

The second one is Remember the Maine from Leave Her to Heaven.

I suspect that the cherry liqueur could be something that should be Kirschwasser but Kirsch’s a clear liquor. What’s interesting about Kirsch tho, other than the fact that it is German, is that it is something required to make an authentic Black Forest gateau.

It could mean that they are going to the Black Forest, which could explain why there’s a bear and a goose (toy). That could also explain why there’s that candy there - in the Japanese Wikipedia page for the cake, it is also mentioned that a kind of French candy that is also called the Black Forest. It also explains the eggs in Yor’s bag and her egg whisk. What it doesn’t explain is what the other bottle is. Maybe it’s just Loid who loves whiskey.

Anyway, here are just my two cents. I love the new poster.

[wormymorticai]

I wanna know how Astarion would describe everyones Tav/Durge's blood tasting as.

I almost gave my Durge the last name DeKirsch not knowing that Kirschwasser is a kind of brandy until googling the name. I romanced Astarion with said Durge and now I have it written down somewhere that Astarion would describe them tasting as a glass of Kirsch as a personal call back to when I was coming up with ideas for my Durge.

[foxceus]

cousins!!!!

da lore…

the e.s. simeon has the ability to absorb living beings and their wills. as shown in episode i, it absorbs a kirschwasser, and for the purpose of simmy (oc edition), i am making that specific kirschwasser the one from the anime/ds game (aka kirsch). after being absorbed, her will lived on within the e.s., and she became a part of it. for whatever reason, her will was extremely strong - to the point where she did not disappear completely even after becoming a part of simeon. after albedo disappeared in episode ii with simeon, what reappeared was not the e.s. itself - it was an amalgamation of kirsch and simeon's vessel of anima (the closest term to refer to them would be a realian cyborg...). they are a being that is not quite kirsch and not quite an e.s./vessel of anima (vs asher - who is an e.s. given a consciousness/emotions and uses his memory banks to know what has happened/occurred/etc...), the memories that exist in their mind are kirsch's, and so are their feelings. despite that, they don't exactly consider themself to be kirsch, and will refer to her in third person. albedo interchangeably calls them by kirsch and simeon. he does not interact with them until after becoming a testament. he assigns simeon the task of observing the party in his place. the testament!frame of the e.s. simeon also coexists with them, and if need be, they could pilot it with no issues. they are very, very shy, and do not like to show their organic side (kirsch), so when in battle, they cover their face with a helmet resembling the original e.s. simeon's head. they also do not refer to themself by anything in battle/general. they will only remove their helmet when with albedo, or someone they otherwise trust (eventually, they warm up to momo... and of course, jr. as well. i'd think kos-mos as well for robotish solidarity, and then shion...). if one is close to them, that is when they can call them by a name and used gendered pronouns (she/her is what simeon prefers in such cases).

they dont refer to themself as anything though, they don't like claiming to be anything. their goal is mostly whatever albedo wants. she cares for him to an insane degree. luckily, since they only meet up after getting Testament'd, albedo does genuinely see her as her own little entity. he asks what she wants to be called but she doesnt really answer due to not wanting to refer to herself as anything, so albedo defaults to simeon and kirsch (and sometimes no name). but its not because he thinks shes kirsch, its more so that he wants to treat them correctly, which he didn't with kirsch... so its a reminder to himself to do better, now that he actually can.

[maxillness]

A Little Too Much Kirschwasser || NH27 x Magnussen!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age gap, oral (m receiving), praise kink, degrading kink, sub!nico

Wordcount: 1k

She walked in the Haas motorhome with her niece in her arms. She walked over to where her brother stood with his teammate

“Hey, god tur?” Hey, good walk? Kevin asked taking Laura into his arms

“Der var fint. Fik noget is” It was fine. Got some ice cream She smiled seeing her niece happy in his fathers arms

“Nico, this is my sister. Y/N, Nico” Of course she had seen him on television, but god, he was more handsome seeing him face to face

“Nice to finally meet you” She said as they shook hands

“Like wise” He smiled as he took his hand back

For the rest of the day and the weekend, she was always in conversation with Nico, even if her brother weren’t

After the race on Sunday, she had looked for her brother, but was no where to be found

“Have you seen Kevin?” She asked standing in the doorway of Nico’s drivers room

“No. You can’t find him?” He asked looking over at her from the couch he sat on

“No, I can’t. Can’t find Laura or Louise either” She explained to him. She saw he had a glass of some kind of liquor in it

“You want some?” He asked noticing how she started at the glass

“Sure. Thanks” She walked in, closing the door behind her. She sat down beside him as he poured her the drink “What is it?” She asked smelling the liquor

“Kirschwasser. Ever tried it before?” He asked as he took a sip of his own glass

“No, but I do love cherry, so I don’t see how it can be bad” She chuckled before tasting it “It’s good” She said as swallowed the liquor, feeling the way it burning running down her throat

“Well, it is one of the liquors we drink most in Germany” He explained to her

They talked more, as well as drank more. They probably shouldn’t, but it was only walking distance to the hotel

She found comfort in the way they could talk for hours like they had known each other for years, yet they’ve only been talking for a few days

“You know, you’re nothing like your brother” He said, looking at her with blown pupils

“I’m not? How?” She asked and chuckled as she took a sip from her glass

He knew it was the alcohol talking, but he proceeded to speak anyways “You’re pretty, he’s long from handsome” He chuckled “Don’t know who Louise locked that in” He took the last sip from his glass, making it now empty

“Thank you” She said, confidently not looking away from him “It’s hard to believe your single, taking you have the attractiveness my brother is missing” She smiled, making him laugh

Her own pupils were blown from the alcohol, and well, the images she was having in her head about the man sitting in front of her

It had only now hit them both how close they were actually sitting. They didn’t really have a choice, seeing how small the couch were

They had both discarded of their empty glasses on the table. She decided as well to act upon the alcohol

She cupped his jaw with her hand and smash their lips together. He immediately kissed back, pulling her into his lap, making her straddled him

Their lips moved in sync as the kiss got more heated. She started grinding her hips against his, drawing out a groan of him

She took the opportunity to explore his mouth with her tongue. His hands pushed on her hips, keeping her still

“We shouldn’t, if your brother found out-“ “Don’t talk about my brother when I’m making you hard and have my tongue down your throat” He whimpered slightly at her dominant tone as their breaths were heavy and fast

She stood up, but quickly went to her knees. She unbuckled his belt and zipped down his jeans

He bucked his hips, helping her to pull his jeans down enough for her to take his cock out. He groaned at the contact between the skin on her hand and his cock

She looked up at him as she licked a thick stipe up his cock, feeling all his veins as she did so

“Fuck, please” He bucked his hips up when her tongue slipped over his tip. She kept swirling her tongue around his tip as her nails dug into his hips

“Don’t tease, please” His hands grip her shoulders as he threw his head back. His heavy breath had turned into moans and whimpers

He moaned loud as she took all of him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. He bucked his hips, fucking her mouth, hitting the back of her throat at every thrust

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” She could feel him twitch in her mouth as his thrusts were getting sloppy

She kept her head all the way down as he came down her throat. She got off of him and swallowed

She stood up and pulled his face into a kiss “Ich will, dass du mich fickst, Nico” I want you to fuck me, Nico He whimpered at her words, but quickly made work of her pants and panties

He quickly bend her over the little table. He pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. He put one of her legs on the table, gaining him more access

He slowly pushed in, gaining them both a string of loud moans. He started going in and out of her

His grip on her waist became tight as she had a grip on the edge of table, holding herself steady

He whimpered every time she would either praise or degrade him. Her words made him twitch inside her, getting him closer to his second orgasm as she clenched around him

“Fuck, I’m close” Nico whimpered as his thrusts started getting sloppier

“Already? Am I that good?” She smirked, even though she knew he could see it “Come for me, Nico” Her words sent him over the edge and she followed soon too

“We never speak of this to my brother. Got it?” She said kissing him soft

“Of course, he would kill me if he found out” She kissed him again before they both left to get to the hotel

[skyburger]

fun fact of the day: german law states that in order to label your dessert as schwarzwälder kirschtorte (black forest cake, but it's literally translated as "black forest cherry-torte"), it must have kirschwasser ("a clear spirit made from sour cherries", but it's literally translated as "cherry water") in it. but in other countries (such as austria) there is no such law, so they sometimes use rum or other spirits instead!