When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.

you're the newest intern at the BAU finishing up your last year of college before you apply to the fbi... when you catch the eye of some of the team members, how will you react when you find out this information and what will come of your new relationships with these people...

Y/n is about to join the FBI Behavioural Analysis Training Programme led by Section Chief Emily Prentiss. The night before, Y/n decides to blow off some steam at their local bar when they meet a welcome distraction. Little do they know, that one night is about to affect the entire beginning of their new career.

You've worked as a member of the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Team for 4 years now - a career you dreamt of growing up. But 6 months ago, the love of your life was ripped from you suddenly in the worst case of your career. To this day you still can't wrap your head around it - how little you knew about the woman you'd planned to marry someday, why she chose to disappear without her team, why she'd put herself in a position where you could lose her. So many questions had been occupying your mind ever since her funeral, but one thing was for sure: Every bit of joy you had left in you died with Emily Prentiss that day. ----- Dreaming of Emily being alive again had been the only thing keeping you going so far. But the reality of that might be quite different to how you'd expect.

oneshots from my tumblr @sweetprentiss. fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, just about everything :) chapters with smut will be marked with * cover by @ssa-sapphic on tumblr

You and Emily met at the BAU when she transferred back from Interpol after Hotch had hired you a few months before. You fit right into the team when you joined, and naturally developed a great friendship with Emily when she returned too. But that friendship quickly developed into a little something more, and although you'd agreed to keep it secret from the rest of the team, it was getting harder to hide how much you cared for each other, especially when one particular case puts you right at the forefront of the team's investigation. This fanfic will revolve around y/n having mental health issues, and whilst the relationship with Emily will play a large part in the storyline, I want to keep it as realistic as possible so y/n's mental health problems will continue throughout. For the purposes of this story, Emily's return from Interpol is the only reason why she's left the BAU, the Ian Doyle storyline has not happened yet. (This story mentions various mental health topics including depression, anxiety, eating disorders (restriction and purging), self-harm and suicide. Please don't read if you think it'll trigger you, and please reach out to someone if you're struggling.) Smut warning - chapters with smut involved will have '*' in the title

Nadalia Saint An ambitious, outgoing, and level-heded girl attending her first years of university at UCLA. Despite her being what her friends would call an "influencer"(for now). Nadalia's goal is to use that to increase her following and putting her name out for when she becomes an Affiliating Marketer. Aside from school and her work towards a rising career, shes struggling with her inner self which is ironic since shes always so sure of any and everything.. Dakota Moore Known for being creative, straightforward, and playful, shes also attending her first year at UCLA. She uses her creativity and love for painting and customization as a way of self expression and income, spreading her passion by making and selling canvases and custom clothing designs. Her business is kind of small but she's sure it'll grow as time comes and as things become bigger than what she could've asked for. Other then the basics, she grew up to see her once so in love parents marriage turn toxic. Resulting into her own doubts about commitment and love.. <33 Two young women with obvious differences budding over their similarities. A story following first year college students road to prosperity and the unraveling of inner struggles that they contain towards the aspect of romance. And lastly a slow burn of friends to lovers..

"Secrets don't die with the ones who keep them. They haunt the living until they're forced into the light..." Aminah ~ Grief has a way of staining everything-your memories, your heart, your sanity. Losing Hailee shattered me, but what came after burned me alive. The deceptions, the cracks in trust, the love that lingers in my heart even when I want to rip it out. Alex is the spark that threatens to ignite what's left of me. Her presence feels like treason, a dangerous temptation I can't afford. And Devyn? She's the ghost of my past and the storm of my present. I loved her once-maybe I still do-but love isn't enough when the truth tastes like ash. This is my life now, balancing on the edge of a knife, torn between uncovering the secrets that will certainly destroy me and holding on to what little remains. They say the truth sets you free. But they never warm you of the costs.