Price never misses the show - life advice, awkward ads, the calming outro that says "you're going to be okay." The host? Great at guiding other people, less great at their own life. When a meeting turns para-social into personal, they have to learn new rules: boundaries, honesty, and what to do when the person who steadied you from a distance is suddenly close enough to hold. It's not just a podcast anymore. It's real.

Dearest Gentle Reader, It would seem that the Queen's latest diamond is no ordinary debutante. A beauty with wit enough to match, she has already caught the eye of London's most eligible bachelors - dukes, lords, and even princes. Yet society gasps not at her suitors of title, but at one man bold enough to steal a dance beneath the Queen's gaze and, scandalously, to send orchids to her very door. A soldier. Captain John Price, recently returned to London, strides into the ton with no pedigree and no patience for its games. And yet, he may prove the only man bold enough to win the diamond's heart. Will this Season end in triumph, or ruin? That, dear reader, is a tale I shall delight in telling. Yours most devotedly, Lady Whistledown This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

"The death, then, of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the word." -Edgar Allan Poe

Frances is 24 years old and wonders, sometimes, what drove her grandmother to go to church. It takes only one thought to throw the world into a spin; Frances' decision, that day, was one of those life changing hunches. I heartily thank MBMatthews for doing the cover ! She's done most of mine and they are amazing.

Y/N YLN - a neglected 15 year old kid with a lot of buried pain and grief . Hannibal and Will - just looking for a daughter after Abigail

In this gripping thriller, a city is held captive by a chilling wave of murders. As the death toll rises, the already alarming situation takes a sinister turn when a copycat killer emerges, throwing the investigators into a race against time. Will Graham, an expert in criminal psychology, who decides to tackle the puzzling case with an unconventional approach. Seeking insight from the minds of 30 unique students, Will hopes to unravel the intricate web of clues and catch the culprits. In the midst of this intense investigation, a remarkable individual captures the attention of the investigators: Y/n. With the stakes higher than ever, FBI agent Jack teams up with Y/n's trusted psychiatrist, Hannibal, to ensure her safety and to tap into her exceptional mind. As secrets are untangled and danger lurks in every corner. But as this Unmoral Story unfolds, one cannot help but wonder: Can the wicked find redemption, or will their descent into darkness lead to a fate that even the most twisted minds could not foresee? But amidst the murky depths of this Unmoral Story, love emerges as a glimmer of hope, intertwining with the shadows to forge a path where redemption and desire collide, leaving us questioning whether it is the cause of our downfall or the ultimate salvation in a tale tainted by darkness. Are we blind enough, or do we just hate knowing the truth that we intend to run away from it? Can every Unmoral Story have a good ending? ✈︎ "Stay away from Hannibal Lecter," Y/n demanded. "The Chesapeake Ripper kept surgical trophies. If Hannibal is the ripper, what is he doing with the trophies," Beverly asked. ".....he's 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 them." ⎈ Hannibal X [𝙵𝙴𝙼]Reader ☞ Story is inspired by majority of Hannibal episodes. Can also find this story on A03 (slower updates).

Dr. Eve Callahan knows how to unravel a story-especially the ones people bury. As a forensic psychologist specializing in the unspeakable, she's trained to map the minds of killers without ever losing herself in the dark. But nothing prepares her for Baltimore. For Will Graham. For Hannibal Lecter. Will is all edges and empathy, a man who feels too much and says too little. Hannibal is elegance and control, a scholar of appetites-most of all, his own. They see Eve clearly. And between them, she begins to come undone. As the lines between desire and danger blur, Eve finds herself caught in a spiral of intimacy, violence, and manipulation. The deeper she digs, the more seductive the abyss becomes. And in the quietest corners of her mind, she begins to ask the question that haunts them all: If someone sees your soul and does not look away... do you still belong to yourself? Lyrical, fractured, and devastating, The Quietest Scream is a gothic erotic psychological thriller-a slow-burn study in control, longing, and the terrible beauty of being known.

Duncan was extraordinarily good at his job as an assassin. However, he recently quit because he felt like he should experience the other aspects of life, other than just killing. Even though his hand-to-hand combat and aim with a gun was unsurpassable, his everyday life skills were a bit off. A few weeks ago, he exchanged the busy cities of the United States for a cabin in Montana, a few miles away from a small town named Triple Oak. A romance story about Duncan (main character of movie Polar) and Lumi (my OC). Also readable if you didn't watch the movie! Contains violence, injury and smut. English is not my first language, feel free to correct me. (: Enjoy!

After a brutal attack shakes her to the core, Brazilian therapist Alessa Toledo leaves behind her life in São Paulo, fleeing the ghosts of the past for the icy silence of a remote cabin in northern Montana. Seeking refuge in solitude, she hopes to rebuild herself in the hush of winter-far from the pain she once absorbed as a counselor for women escaping domestic violence. But her new neighbor is anything but ordinary. Duncan Vizla, a reclusive, one-eyed man with a past stitched in shadows, notices the new arrival with the same cautious distance he keeps from the world. Scarred by violence and loss, Duncan lives quietly, efficiently, alone. Until one frigid night, when a power outage sends Alessa to his door. Their first encounter is awkward. Wary. But the woman with the butterfly mug and warm Brazilian coffee unsettles something in him. Drawn together by grief, resilience, and the slow comfort of shared silences, Alessa and Duncan circle each other with careful steps. She sees more than his scars; he recognizes a strength in her that mirrors his own. But neither of them has truly left the past behind-and healing may demand more than attraction and coffee. As winter deepens and memories stir beneath the snow, both must confront the truths they've buried.

you have always known will struggled with sleeping. he never admitted it to you, of course. - - (cross-posted from ao3 by sourblizzard)