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Poll Vote Slow Burn

Hi lovely readers :D Here are your Slow Burn recommendations for the weekend! Enjoy Reading <3

baby it's cold outside by betsib (T)

They meet as children, when Luffy is staying in North Blue one winter and sees snow for the first time. Fifteen years later they meet again, when Law is in desperate need of a date for his uncle's Christmas party. Written for Truffyfest Secret Santa 2023

Warmth by orphan_account (M)

Law Trafalgar is twenty-six, Male Model of the Year, and an absolute wreck. Luffy's the guy he almost punches in the park. Somehow, despite this brief encounter, Law feels a warmth whenever he thinks of the apparent teenager in a straw hat that he hasn't felt since—hasn't felt in a while.

Sunshine smile and bloody teeth. by babyeblue_bb (T)

Five times Law saves Luffy from a certain death. And one time he is the one who needs to be saved.

The boy of sea and storm by AnnieDeOdair (M)

"You are Torao, right?" The boy asked after a few minutes in silence. Law frowned. "I am Trafalgar Law," he corrected, although he didn't know if he was talking about him. "Yeah, Torao," Luffy repeated as if saying it well. “The other Kamabakka doctor. At last I know you, everyone talks about you.” Law raised an eyebrow confused because he didn't think anyone was talking about him. He was just a doctor in the same organization that Luffy had his soccer team on. "I think it's the other way around," Law replied without taking his eyes off the street and his attention on the cell phone. “I feel like everyone talks about you all the time.”

Softly Stained with Spring by lululawlawlu (T)

Law—being with him is the best feeling imaginable. It‘s the perfect kind of happiness mixed with a little excitement. Just having adventures with Law makes those adventures all the more exciting.

Ghost Roommate by vettany2 (T)

Law is a med student in the last grade of uni. For better focus on his final year studies, he decides to leave the uni dormitory and rent a flat just for himself. Little did he know that he's not gonna be alone there.

Addicted to your voice by Sakuya_Serenity_Kira (E)

Luffy was an orphant. He visited school, had friends, but sometimes... he was lonely. Till he found someone to talk to - online. He didn't know anything about this voice at the beginning... but he started liking him...

Law of Hearts by 32Rats_In_A_Straw_Hat (T)

Law thought he was making a deal with a devil when he formed an alliance with Luffy; turns out he was making a deal with an idiot. Now he's stranded aboard the Thousand Sunny with a captain who doesn't know the meaning of personal space, doesn't call him by his actual name, and even forces himself into Law's bed. But you know what? Maybe Law likes it all just a little bit more than he lets on, even if he won't admit it to himself.

-Mod Raiya

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THAT ZORO SCENE IN THE NEW EPISODE?!?!?!?!????? OH WE ARE WINNING ZORO STANS

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his face card will never decline

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Modern AU | ordinary Luffy manages to make the two most supermodels to fall in love with him.

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all of these men suck i love them so so fucking much

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god's favourite ragdoll princess and the most miserable girl in the world

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My Favorite Line In The Show

that line with that expression with that hand angle? oh you just know they did it

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itafushi is so funny actually cause they get separated for what an hour and yuuji finds a new dad and megumi has killed two people

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hey everybody have you ever met my Lord and Savior Hugh Dancy

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did u ever think about how whenever will graham smiles in s1 it looks almost painful like his face isn’t sure what to do with that expression because its so seldomly relevant to his life? 

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not gon lie ryans hair here has major twink vibes breathe if you agree

what the fuck is up with ryan’s hair

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a prompt for the day (if you have time of course): a theremin fic since it's the 105th birthday of our Lithuanian theremin queen Clara Rockmore. She's born in Vilnius (the same with hanni) and so talented and elegant that I feel like Hannibal would really like her. Just anything with a theremin in it. Thank u so much and I love your writing

Thank you so much, darling. Your prompt was so lovely and elegant, and how could I say no on this special day? (Unfortunately, this basically became, well, porn. Blame Will.)

Note: this ficlet falls somewhere after the Couperin Trilogy (http://archiveofourown.org/series/347315).

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It sounded like a badly wounded animal. A howling, keening screech that tumbled down the halls and straight into Hannibal’s ear the moment he stepped through the door.

Immediately he thought of the dogs. Dropping his coat to the floor, he rushed through the house to the source of the painful noise.

Halfway to the living room, Clara bounded to greet him, Louis at her heels. Tongues lolling, eyes shining, perfectly fine.

The screeching had not abated.

It was too unearthly a sound to be human, but if not animal then what -

The pitch suddenly rose to an unmistakable (and flat) F sharp. Of course.

Tempering his heart, Hannibal changed course to the master bedroom. At the foot of the bed sat Will. Playing his theremin.

Naked.

“I thought I told you,” Hannibal said wearily, “to stay away from my theremin.”

Will had a devilish glint his eye. “I couldn’t resist.” He widened his legs a little. “Can you?”

Hannibal took in the sight, Will’s milky skin and tousled hair, his emerald eyes, his delicate fingers. Fingers that were tearing an absolutely painful B flat from the air. Hannibal winced.

“Darling,” he said, “perhaps if I were deaf.”

Will pouted. It looked divine. “That’s rude.”

Toeing off his shoes, Hannibal made himself look as contritious as possible, trying to ignore the dreadful wailing. He focused on the curve of Will’s mouth and everything else began to bleed away.

“My apologies,” Hannibal said, stalking towards him like prey. Will licked his lips. Hannibal climbed to the bed and slid behind him, knees hugging Will’s thighs.

“I think perhaps a lesson is in order.”

One hand slinked down Will��s arm to grasp his elbow, the other along his left hand. Pressing his palm to the backs of Will’s fingers, Hannibal leant in.

“Like this,” he murmured.

His breath skirted across the back of Will’s neck, his nose brushing the thicket of curls. Under his hands, he felt Will grow flushed, his pulse skittering.

Hannibal’s hands moved with him, melted him, and Will was pliant, rapidly turning to goo beneath firm bewitching fingers.

“See?” Between them he began to pull actual music from the theremin, a slow, haunting melody. Each note sustained itself gracefully with the steady vibration of their joined hands. Will himself began to vibrate. Hannibal pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear, and bit.

“Do you hear our music, Will?”

Will nodded, boneless. “Mmhm.” His head fell back against Hannibal’s neck, eyes closed.

Manipulating and stroking the soft skin under his palms. Hannibal continued to play.

“If this was what you wanted,” Hannibal purred, “you need only have asked.”

Will turned his head to mouth a hot kiss over Hannibal’s throat. “After the harpsichord,” he said, “I thought I’d have better luck if I played dirty.”

Hannibal’s right hand dropped from Will’s elbow to grope his bare thigh.

“Oh,” he replied, “and how dirty are you?”

The music cut off with a warble as Will pulled their join left hands down, and lower. Lower still. He bore his head back with a groan as Hannibal closed his hand around warm, responsive flesh.

Teeth chasing across Will’s neck, sucking a kiss over his throbbing pulse, Hannibal growled.

“That’s not an answer, Will.”

Will swallowed thickly, Hannibal watched the delectable muscles of his throat, drawn taut and straining.

“Very,” Will breathed, and then, “kiss me.”

Hannibal obliged, claiming the soft lips beneath him with ruthless affection. Will made a beautiful sound that echoed between their mouths, absorbed and dissolved onto Hannibal’s tongue as it stroked against his.

His hand began to move, slickened by Will’s leaking arousal, urged by the clutching of Will’s fingers over his.

Will was panting into his mouth, wet and seeking, his kisses messy and desperate. Hannibal slid his free hand from Will’s thigh to the soft skin of his stomach, rising inexorably slowly, leaving brands from each fingertip in his wake. His hand came to rest at Will’s clavicle, fingers splayed and holding him tight. Will was shaking.

Tearing his mouth free, Hannibal pressed their cheeks together. His left hand quickened its pace, Will thrust into it, hard and trembling.

“Do you feel how I play you, Will?” Will bit his lip and arched back, writhing, his body on the verge of rapture. “I can pull any note from you I please.”

“Yes,” Will rasped.

“Moan for me, Will.”

He did.

“Mm,” Hannibal said thoughtfully. He brushed a kiss over Will’s cheek. “G sharp. Let’s try for a C.” He twisted his wrist, slid his thumb just so and Will broke apart. He came with a sweet cry, hips bucking, eyes open and wild.

Hannibal kissed him through it, over his jaw, the corner of his mouth, the swell of his lower lip. He sucked at the damp flesh, biting softly as between them his hand began to slow.

Will collapsed into him, breath jagged as though he’d just run a marathon.

“Good lesson,” he slurred. Hannibal drew his arms around his waist, mindless of the mess, absently tracing patterns with his fingers.

Will made a face. “You’re making me dirty.”

“Yes,” Hannibal’s hand did not cease its lazy motion, “that was the idea.”

Quick and agile, Will flipped around in his arms and pushed Hannibal to the bed. In one sudden move he was straddling him.

“My turn,” Will said, eyes aflame. He leaned back, reaching behind with both hands. Hannibal held his breath. Will leaned back further, past his presumed goal and further still. Without looking, eyes still dark on Hannibal, he pulled a pure and perfect note from the theremin.

Hannibal’s mouth dropped open. Will just smiled.

“You asked for a C, didn’t you?”

He released the theremin and bent low, their mouths just barely touching.

“Now,” Will said, “let’s see how well I can play you.”

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#svcmads who Hannibal would go after first post fall…. Spoilers, it’s not Bedelia xD

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felt cute, made a meme

god i love everyone who posts on ao3 youre fucking amazing 

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No.1 on the list of dogs that are so vacant the only explanation is that they were once beings of limitless knowledge who willingly sacrificed all of their intelligence for blissful ignorance:

Kermit

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Random Hannigram Fic Recs

Overcoming

Between The Lines

Peccavi 

San Junipero

Dancing with the Beast

Fire Meet Gasoline  

La Vita Nuova  

Provenance  

Pygmalion  

Sympathy for the Devil 

Morphology  

Ladders 

Two Solitudes

What Dreams  

Our Place in Time  

Mentor Tormentor 

and built a little house that we could live in

a tower to broadcast all our dark dreams

deus ex machina

Anatomy of a Monster

Folie à Deux

Giving Themselves

Namaste, My Love

This Dangerous Game

Bright Hair About The Bone

The Shape of Me Will Always be You

Dread and Hunger

The Voices and the Shadows

The Fault in My Code

When the Devil Smiles Back

The Weight of your Touch

The Sacrificial Lamb

Sensates

Page Six

Jingle Knells

T-I-J-P

Pattern Break

The Fruit of the Tree of your own Wickedness

Pioneer to the Falls

Faded Fantasy

Faded Fantasy - It Takes A Lot To Know A Man

Pirates of the Baltic

Rescues

Shark Tank

Violets, Violins, Violence

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I’d like to resume my therapy.