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… Law listening to Rammstein? Screaming on top of his lungs DEUTSCHLAND … or MEIN HERZ BRENNT

#Not sure why #But Law‘s a hybrid of jazz and metal #And yes he‘d go #You like jazz? #Are you a drum set? Because you make my heart beat faster #mic drop #yeah no I should stop #herzgeist.rambles

[herzgeist-writes]

I love your event and I have thought about what to send in for soooo long! Now I finally had an idea :3

🌺, we're still in denial or overthink, well until tonight...

"Once I get out of here, I'm going to punch those idiots right in the face." I grumbled, my voice a little slurred from the alcohol. I made a gesture to punch someone, but misjudged due to my tipsy state and landed a heavy blow to your solar plexus. My eyes widened as I realized what I had done…

If this is too much information, feel free to delete it! Thank you so much for this opportunity Emi and lots of love! ❤️❤️❤️

One Piece Dating Simulator - Law x fem!reader

Pairing: Law x Anie | Word count: 1.1 k | Warnings: none

A/N: My dearest! I'm so sorry for the delay ;-; I really really hope the wait paid off for you <3

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

"Once I get out of here, I'm going to punch those idiots right in the face.", you grumble, your voice a little slurred from the alcohol. You make a threatening gesture to box someone, but misjudge your dark surroundings due to your tipsy state and land a heavy blow to Law's solar plexus. With your eyes widened, you realize what you've done.

Pain courses through Law's entire torso, as you pummel him straight up in his stomach, making him slouch instantly and holding the aching spot with both arms, groaning.

Over and over you apologize: "Captain! My god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" - "How much exactly did you drink tonight, Anie-ya?"

Abashed, scratching the back of your head, you avert your gaze, counting the number of bevarages you indulged yourself in. Law shakes his head and sighs: "Explains everything."

Awkward silence fills the small closet, your tongue tied, your mind foggy and numbing to the faintest, as alcohol flows through your veins. In addition it's the reason for your obliviousness, that Law stands only inches away from you. His hot breath practically wafting against your face and neck. The next "reliable" sense is your sight, acknowledging that austere face of your Captain as it emerges into the faint light peeking through the door gap.

Still a bit worked up by your punch, the doctor rubs the point of impact under his chest and mutters: "Or perhaps you planned all this to begin with, so you could get back at me?"

Confusion is apparent on your expression, although only slightly, for your face is distorted and wry from your intoxication. Tilting your head in inquisition, you counter his question.

Annoyance crawls over your skin as you approach him, poking that man's chest with your index, pushing back and forcing him against the wall. With furrowed brows you snarl: "If someone is getting back at someone, it's you against me!" - "Please, that's a waste of time."

Law's lips upturn to a haughty smirk as his eyes narrow down at you, observing the way you hold yourself. Thoughts in his head swirl around how utterly and pleasingly easy it is to fluster you, besides the fact that you're drunk that is.

"May I add it is you who keeps staring at me with 'murderous' intentions?" - "What do you mean? That is my relaxed expression.", Law smugs at your snapping and his shoulders twitch in nonchalant.

Scrunching your nose at his smirk, it ignites a decent amount of hatred in you. Without hesitation you blurt: "Rather resting bitch face."

Oh that does it. In one swift motion, his arm wraps around your waist, spins your groggy frame towards the closet wall behind him and cages you in with both arms. How the tables have turned . .

Steel eyes glare you down and this time, his facial features truly bare that 'murderous' intent you just mentioned. A shiver runs down your spine as his voice reverbarates in your ears in low fashion: "Watch your tone around your Captain, Anie-ya."

Is that a threat? You couldn't tell, your influenced mind is blurring your rational thinking, way over the point of losing any reason behind every heard and spoken word. However, it barely goes unnoticed that this stunt he moved on you - did earn a vibrant blush out of you.

There is no denying, this man is a stunner, albeit an annoying one, as a cocky grin widens his mouth.

"I hate you.", mumbles out fo you, averting your bashful gaze to the side. Law knows fully well that this is a lie, thus he simply raises a brow.

"I despise you", is his response to your fairly childish and pathetic attempt to fight yourself through this banter. It's amusing to him, believe it or not.

Leaning closer he tilts his head, observing you closey. It is then, where you dare to raise the stakes by throwing insults at his head, which he deftly dodges.

"GP . . "

"Brat . ."

"Spots . ."

"Crybaby . ."

"Nurse . ."

Inked fingers wrap around your jaw, basically squishing your cheeks into pouty fish lips, before they get sealed shut in a harsh manner. Law's message - shut up.

A kiss that silences not only your impertinent mouth, but also your head. It goes blank, as far as ‚intoxication by cheap booze drowns thoughts’ goes.

Lips lock, an aroma of hidden longing on his tongue as it interweaves with yours. Fervency isn't even an expression anymore, for his other hand grabs your wrists and restrains them above your head.

"Shut up . ." he grumbles after he pulled away from your shared breath, a breath that hitches and makes your chest heave strongly.

Before he's about to speak his mind, a chipper voice approaches the closet from the outside. "Captain! Anie! Seven minutes are over!", it's Bepo, who opens the door without realizing that he's trespassing an actual mine field of tension.

Peeking inside, his button eyes widen in shock and unease. A tiny "Eh?" escapes the bear, blinking rapidly and buffering that certain . . picture infront of him.

Law on the other hand slowly turns his gaze towards his Vice Commander and orders in a slow and stern emphasis: "Bepo, will you be so kind and go polish Kikoku . .", that being said, he closes that door again with a threatening aura about him ". .thank you."

Poor mink. Now turning on his heels, Bepo awkwardly toddles off again after that rather meticulous event.

"We're not done here yet, Anie . .", the Captain enhances his words through, one might not believe it, a purr. Those kisses that just happend moments ago? They were tame, compared to what he decided to bestow upon you now, for his lips and tongue trail your jaw, your ears, your neck.

Your larynx cannot contain any sounds no more. Mewls and coos slip through you and all you can do, is accept his heated advance.

So, you hate him you said? Oh yeah, you "hate" him, so so much. After another set of hungry exchanges, realization hits the both of you. All the denial fades and unfolds into . . acceptance.

Awkward silence once again fills the closet, only heavy breathing occasionally interrupting the tight tranquility.

Law gulps audibly and whispers: "Definitely . . not done yet." - "Definitely." His eyes mellow, noticing your indirect reciprocation of his long withheld feelings.

And after all this time of denial, at a valentine's day evening, your simple crush blossomed into love. A day you gladly look back to, as seven minutes turned into an all life heaven.

#one piece #one piece law #fanfiction #x reader #valentine‘s day special #interactive fiction #7 minutes in heaven

[herzgeist-writes]

tfw you swoon over an old story you wrote ..

As Sweet As Honey

A/N: A little something that has been lingering on my mind for ages and dusted up in my drafts for way too long. Oh and the header isn't mine!

Content: A short story for fem!reader who needs some wholesomeness with a hint of spice right now - something in between chai latte and mint chocolate to get the senses going

The song that inspired me to write this

Winter's night - often one's reason to overthink for hours and drowning in rhapsodies.

Law's fingers fidget around the coffee mug's handle, subsequently setting the cup aside - feeling strained and depraved, in need of something refreshing. Anything really.

He doesn't mind a bit of company for a change, instead of lingering in his office, glued to the books and papers piling up in towers on his desk.

Each step taken grows heavier, the cold chilling the surgeon to managable extent, yet enough to make him zip up his blue feather coat.

Feathers, that tickle his chin whenever he goes, each step taken reminding him of a man he wished was still among you.

Across the submarine's deck, his black shoes clack upon the wooden impact below. On his way to the local inn, where his crew decided to linger for tonight, the Captain's mind spins around you - when was the last time he saw you?

Felt like ages ago when he heard your delightful voice, hence his uncharacteristic longing of finding you.

The inn is less crowded than expected, only Shachi, Penguin and Bepo remain. Perhaps a few strangers here and there, but all in all the calm is more appeasing to Law's preference.

"Where are the others? Have you seen (Y/n)-ya?"

He asks Bepo, seemingly the last person approachable, for he didn't drink any mind fogging bevarages. What about Shachi and Penguin? Well, alcohol got the better of them, for they knocked their heads against the bar counter, snoring off in the distance. Thus the bear speaks:

"The others have moved on to the next tavern across the street. And (Y/n) should be around here somewhere. Oh, check out the common room in the back, Captain!"

The mink's ears wiggle and twitch in thoughtfulness, considering on wether to join the search for you, or not, however Law insists on going on his own.

What a strange place to be, the inn's taste in furniture bringing up more and more questions. The so called common room resembles a library, tall shelves filled with books and scrolls, for anyone to read and indulge in. It looks inviting, drawing the aloof man in like a moth to the flame.

"Captain! What are you doing here?"

Your voice reaches the surgeon's ears, eliciting a shiver down his spine. Seeing you seated on a couch in the corner, all cozy and wrapped up in a blanket, he accompanies you and lets himself fall into the plush cushions.

"Needed a break from work, so I thought I'd check in on you guys."

"Guys? But you're here with me."

"I trust Bepo's word. He told me the others roam the night life and get their heads ready to hang over tomorrow. They should be alright. Probably."

Listening to your Captain's adorable excuse, you take a sip from your cup. Steel eyes flicker to your lips, fixated on the cherry coloured skin earning more sarutation by the hot liquid flowing over it.

Desire begins to roil inside him and he clears his throat:

"Coffee?"

"No, warm milk and honey. Would you like to have some?"

"It's not exactly the healthiest bevarage to drink on late hours . ."

"Come on, only one sip. I swear I'm not contagious. Besides, it's better than alcohol."

As if you read his mind, he gives in to your cute pout and puffed up cheeks, frowning at him in a rather ridiculous way. It's almost able to earn a low chuckle out of Law.

So he does as offered and lets the warm liquid entice his senses, which it does to your surprise, noticing a spark of relish in those dark circled eyes.

"Good?"

"Unexpectedly."

"Let me get you a seperate mug then."

Before you're heaving yourself off the couch, inked hands hold you in place by grabbing onto your wrist. No words are needed for you to understand, that he wants you to stay, not in need of another cup.

Another set of hours pass by far too quick for both of your tastes and the warm milk in the jug gets emptier by the minute. Not to mention the honey jar, the golden delight basically vanishes into thin air.

It is the cozy and fuzzy spreading in your head, feeling as if influenced under the tangy effects of alcohol, in a more serene matter nonetheless.

With a book in hands, you turn the pages, your digit following the black imprinted letters. Law leans in, curious about the literature you are soaking in, his warmth engulfing you almost completely.

Until now, you haven't noticed that the Captain inched nearer. Legs touching and rubbing up against eachother. The closeness is electrifying - or is it your imagination? He already has taken on the scent of honey, opting you to inhale deeply, leaving you tongue tied.

"What kind of honey is this anyway?"

"I was told it is lavender, made from the inn keeper's own bee keeping."

Reaching out for the jar, his adorned fingers sling around the spoon and he leads it to his mouth. Delighted, he hums and praises the sweetness and flavor.

"May I try as well?"

Without a comment he takes another scoop and again licks off the sticky goodness. You aren't certain, yet it dawns on you that, according to this gesture, he is about to do something unexpected.

His face approaches yours, though in hesitance, lips slightly parted like a bow, ready to shoot it's shot. Law lets his digits graze along your cheeks, down your jaw and finally your neck. For his hand now rests on your nape, he gently pulls you in.

Tilting his head to grant further access, the kiss forms into a deep and longing affection. A surprised squeak escapes you as the sensation of honey enriches your mouth, combined with the cautious ask for entry of Law's tongue.

You hook your arms around his neck and recognise his body trembling and shivering by your touch. To confirm your theory about his nervosity, you press your chest against him, the faint of his racing heart beat noticable.

Syncronizing to his pace, your heart nearly pounds out of your throat and Law bites your lower lip in response to your interim mewlings. Tongues glide along another, savouring the sweet of honey, the appealing sounds enhanced by the stickiness.

Besides honey, you identify the smell of desinfectant and amber musk, oddly enough. All your senses go in overdrive, arroused by his hands on your curves, digging into your plush.

As he pulls away, you whimper in abandonment and he purrs:

"What do you think?"

"A-About what?"

"The honey . ."

Twirling his raven strands, you withold a dreamy sigh and flutter your doe eyes at him. Law lets out a shaky breath in your stead, comprehending your inuendo and brings his lips to yours again, this time with more force.

The kiss turns fervent fairly quick, as he drags you onto his lap, feeling down your back and squeezing your behind seductively.

"You're unbelievable."

"What makes you think so? Pray tell."

In between desperate gasps for air, the both of you nibble on eachother's sensitive skin and he whispers, stuttering almost:

"You beguile me with the simplest of things. Do you know how adorable you look while reading? Or how god damn appealing you are when smiling?"

"Oh am I now?"

His hands embrace your waist and the highly agitated man, in more than one way, pulls you even closer:

"You are as sweet as honey and it drives me insane . . you vixen."

"Quit your complaints Captain and give me another taste."

The tasting lasted longer than anticipated . .

#fanfiction #one piece #one piece law #law x reader #fluff

[herzgeist-writes]

Hej folks

I‘ll be undertaking some major changes on my writing and art blog (including socials)

Name and design will be getting a revamp ~

Links and lists of content will be under construction for a good while, and therefore won’t be working due to name change ~ do not fret ~ I‘ll fix it

Needing some fresh wind in my sails, to boost some motivation

[I didn’t forget to write, my muse just went silent atm]

Until then ~ take care

Yours truly

Emi

#just fyi #blog revamp

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Trafalgar ..

[Just a lil‘ something I wanted to test out ~ love the new trick with the white lining I recently learned ~ am happy]

#one piece #digital art #procreate #digital fanart #one piece law #digital artwork #one piece law fanart #self taught artist #fanart

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As an artist, you can draw anything. Read that again ……..

WIP ~ missing his hat AND jacket now … I wonder where they are hides under bed

#digital art #procreate #digital fanart #digital artwork #one piece #one piece law #wip #I’m so happy #crying ugly happy tears

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Ok this one …. 🥺

@ EVERYONE this is hella adorable 💛

Picrew Tag Game!

I was tagged by @odeblr to cattify myself using this picrew! Thank you so much, Ezra :)

The blue spots represent the streaks of blue I currently have in my hair! The glasses on my cat self are almost identical to my real ones, so I couldn't not use them :)

I will tag @jongside, @faceglitchsworld, @solaysa, @snoos-tattoos, @seohosincerely, @toxicrevolver, @luvrli, @shadow-of-tea-and-tea, @littlebookworm69, @asoulsreverie and @chronosik only if you want! As always, if you see this and would like to do it too, feel more than welcome!

#tag game #tagged game #lovely mutuals #am I a cat?

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silent

[Some Corazon 🩷]

#one piece corazon fanart

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him ….

cold hues

#digital art #digital artwork #digital fanart #procreate #one piece #one piece law #fanart #🤍

[herzgeist-writes]

Doodling around, trying out expressions and finding a style again ~

[Hint: he hates bread]

#digital art #digital fanart #digital artwork #one piece #one piece law #one piece law fanart #sketches #sketch #procreate

[herzgeist-writes]

Hej friends

I have to close my requests for now, due to personal reasons.

Time is needed to actually write and get some requests done, which have been pending for a while, plus it‘s to give my mind some tranquility, since I‘m running on 200% right now.

I‘ll probably still do art though

Yours truly

Emi ~

#request closed

[herzgeist-writes]

Lady Ivy isn’t easy to appease, Doc ~

#digital art #one piece #procreate #digital fanart #one piece law #digital artwork #one piece law fanart #void kitty #fanart friday

[herzgeist-writes]

Hej dear readers & writers

Just FYI

I haven’t forgotten the Valentines Day special event :3 [three stories left to write]

AND I haven’t forgotten the Winter event [two stories left, but since this year‘s winter hasn’t been the coziest for me, I‘ll have to reschedule all this]

After these, I still have some requests pending that I need to go through ~ but I‘m considering writing my own things again for a bit [it‘s been a while I posted an HC or stuff yknow? Hope you understand]

So, happy weekend !

Cheers xx

#FYI #fanfiction

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two of my favourite beings in one picture ~

WIP ~

[He doesn’t know how to handle my void kitten Ivy ~ my void kitten under the cut]

#digital art #procreate #digital fanart #digital artwork #one piece #one piece law #one piece law fanart #wip #void kitty

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For the Dating Sim event:

🌱🌺 (I hope sending a mix is okay jsjfjfjg-)

I'm way too shy around Law to try breaking the ice myself, so instead, I'd probably just sit there and try to avoid looking at him but fail and keep glancing at him with a bright red blush on my face. Plus, I'd probably be nervously picking at the skin around my fingernails.

One Piece Dating Simulator - Law x fem!reader

Pairing: Law x Ris | Word count: 730 | Warnings: none

A/N: Ris sweetness! That's fine! Hope you like him (and sorry about the long wait) and I really hope you like the way he adresses you ;-; I thought it was cute

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

Anxiety, a word Law embedded too thorougly in his lifestyle. And if there is one thing he recognises instantly, it's a person nervously picking their skin around their fingernails, sweating and averting their gaze in tension.

Before he's able to speak, his eyes take in the ticks you cannot help to supress, your back pressed against the wall, far away from him. This instant, you are the spitting image of anxiety.

Law never came to a conclusion why you're so withdrawn around him. In honesty, he's a tad bit disappointed. Never did he chose to tease and drown you in his sarcasm and eery jokes, yet now, the urge to speak to you is gnawing on his brain.

In addition, your nervous antics worry him beyond belief, thus he utters: "Stop fiddling around your skin. You'll damage and inflame it like this, if you're not mindful enough."

"S-Sorry.", is the only way you're able to accommodate his statement and you end your unnecessary fidgeting. The Captain sighs and approaches you, which of course makes you flinch.

"Ri-ya . . are you afraid of me?", his question reaches your ears, inflicting a skip of your heart, knowing too well where this conversation may possibly lead to. The quiet closet, the dim light framing his handsome features, his steel eyes giving you a spark of inquisition. It's intriguing, it's too much.

However, there is no chance you can fake this out now. Law is known to point out white lies immediately, hence you mumble: "No . . it's quite the . . contrary."

The only sound audible to you is his breath catching. He was quick to understand inuendos, making him tilt his head and step towards you once more: "Are you saying you like me?"

With a deft nod you confirm his inquiry, averting your deep e/c elsewhere, hugging yourself in order to keep any nervous slips at bay. By the sight of you, the doctor can solely smile subtly.

One step more and he towers only inches before you. His height is intimidating, enough to make you feel like a tiny doll compared to him, to which he leans down.

"Before I jump to overly haste conclusions, I must ask. Given by your behavior, it's an indication your "like" could be assumed as deeper interest. Am I wrong?", Law hums in a calm manner. He is vaguely trying to tease out your feelings, seeing if you are truly hiding something from him.

You're not able to respond, you remain silent, pink coloring your cheeks. This is all the man before you needed. Slouching down, he now meets your level, his hand, guided by curiosity, caressing your face.

Inked digits simply glaze your skin, as if you are the most delicate of beings in the world. This moment, you can clearly tell you've piqued his interest, for his eyes switch between yours and your lips.

Closer. His hot breath hits your face, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut. Closer. The faint sensation of his mouth now lingers above yours.

Although you find yourself in this predicament, you're not the only one shivering. In fact, Law is trembling, not able to close the gap between you.

Yet.

Whispers hush through his shaky breath: "Calm down for me."

Then as you do, your expression loosening to softness, you feel tenderness being met upon your lips, so gentle it resembles nothing but a spring breeze. You take in his warmth, his scent, his touch.

The air around you shifts, rips through your ears as cold wind strives your body. Law pulls away, allowing you to open your eyes and you find yourself outside the Polar Tang, on the empty decks.

High up among the stars you see the moon beaming down on you, enlightening the endless sea below.

"A closet isn't very fitting for this sort of occassion, don't you think?"

His voice low, dripping in almost too sweet honey, fills your cheeks with heat and all you can do is smile. The realisation hits you, that the long wait to connect with the man you longed after ages, now finally sees you, sees the reason why your heart beats so strongly around him.

This night you remember to this day, for Valentine's day marked it perfectly in your calendar each year. A reminder to when his love began to blossom for you and reciprocated yours.

#one piece #one piece law #fanfiction #x reader #valentine‘s day special #interactive fiction #7 minutes in heaven

[herzgeist-writes]

🌺

So excited for your event Hun!!! (Hope I'm doing this right if not just message me and I'll fix it lol)

Reader has just recently learned Law has PTSD claustrophobia and why so when they're forced into a closet with law you're worried it'll trigger his ptsd so you're quick to speak up.

'you can room us out if you want, I know this isn't ideal'

OR something along those lines comfort centered.

One Piece Dating Simulator - Law x fem!reader

Pairing: Law x Wolfe | Word count: 530 | Warnings: none

A/N: Wolfee dearest! That's such a wholesome trope tho! I'll make it super fluffy for ya! :3 Happy belated Valentoon's day (sorry it took so long)

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

"You can room us out if you want, I know this isn't ideal . . ", is what you reassure Law in a calming voice, seeing him pressed up against the wall.

The man before you loses his stoic and cold the moment the door has closed behind you, darkness and lack of space restricting his air intake and ability to respond.

With the faint of light breaking through the closet's door gap, you can see a frozen Surgeon of Death. He slowly sits down, his long legs angled up to leave room for you. Silence, the only thing audible to you is his ragged breath as he tries to cope with the situation on his own.

Memories of the past cloud his mind, thinking back to the time he was sealed away in a chest by Corazon as a young one - the sound of a gun firing reverberating in his ears.

Law looks at you, almost pleadingly, seeking some sort of support in meeting your gaze. All you can do is take a seat beside him, however he won't let you. Instead, he harshly pulls you onto his lap and hides away in the crook of your neck. Inked hands resembling the movements of a tiny baby's grabbers as he drags you over.

Taken aback, you accept your fate as an anxiety plushie and set his hat aside to stroke through his messy raven hair. His breathing steadies in pace again, giving off a small 'Mhm' sound in a hum, indicating he's gradually finding peace again.

His slender arms wrap around you, embracing you into a tender hug. A deep rumble courses through you as he mutters: "Thank you, Wolfe-ya . ." Did he actually just speak his gratitude towards you?

These two words make you smile, there is so much you want to say, dearly wishing to grant him safety, albeit the fact he might not truly perceive it - panic shutting off his hearing.

Thus you slowly pull back and cup his cheeks, loving eyes entrancing Law as he meets your admiration. Insecurity plasters his expression, seeing you inch closer to his face.

"What are you-", the man got interrupted by a set of soft and velvety cherry lips, fluttering over the corner of his mouth. The kiss took him off guard, explaining his now freezing up body.

Where he is ought to speak his mind, is then where the door opens and Ikkaku nonchalantly peeks inside, ending the 7 minute timer forthwith. "Guys it's o-", the brunette cheers, however stops in her tracks and explodes in crimson red as she sees you two sitting on the floor, you on his lap, flustered, swollen lips, hair messy, ". . -ver? Oh my god! I'm sorry!"

Ikkaku slams the door shut again with a loud squeak and makes a run for it. Frustrated you call after her: "Kaku no we're- . . damnit!"

And again, you find the poor man beneath you crumbling down. Well, gives you all the more reason to shower him with some more "comfort" no?

It's Valentine's day, the perfect occassion to find an additional excuse for your affectionate inuendos.

#one piece #one piece law #fanfiction #x reader #valentine‘s day special #interactive fiction #7 minutes in heaven

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nya ~

#one piece #one piece law #digital artist #chibi art #neko