"Hello Dr. Lecter, my name is Clarice Starling" she said from the doorway. A Hannibal Fanfic. Please vote and review!

WILL GRAHAM x ALANA BLOOM (sorta???) x FEM READER "Betrayal and forgiveness are best seen as something akin to falling in love." - Hannibal Lecter a/n: this is prolly the shortest fanfic ive ever written, but i think its a nice little story :3

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ - ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ❝ she came to you when you were alone. and yes - she matters to you. kind of woman that'll haunt you. ❞ - 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, stevie nicks ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ - ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 [ noun ] 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ - ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ when you discover that your empathetic abilities are anything but normal [ as well as some other spiritual activities you engage in ], you find yourself at the doors of miss robichaux's academy, where your life quickly changes. this is difficult as you are forced to adjust to the new environment - in a new area with complete strangers. without the headmistress, miss cordelia foxx, you wouldn't have been able to find your way. she's a major reason why you become so comfortable in this unfamiliar place... as well as the reason why you, the newest witch in the coven, eventually want to stay. ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ - ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ❝ like one of her spell books, she wanted to read every chapter. cordelia wanted to memorize the words across the pages of your mind. how the paper felt against her fingertips. from beginning to end, she wanted to be mesmerized and stunned by every and each plot point of your life. she didn't quite know it yet, or understand these feelings. all she knew was that she wanted to be apart of your story. ❞ [ ⚢ cordelia foxx-goode x female reader ⚢ ] ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ - ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ note-the timeline is wack in this, and some things that happen in the canon storyline don't happen here <33

you are one of Lydia's students and a member of her orchestra story takes place in germany y/n is a 28 year old, your entire family passed away in a tragic car accident, you had no siblings to help you cope, so you discovered a way to escape reality through music and it took you to places you had never experienced, you allowed yourself to feel all kinds of emotions and ever since, you were acquainted with Lydia Tár, you have admired Lydia's work from afar until you got the advantage to finally be her student and a member of her orchestra, but you guys grow rather fond of each-others company and she starts meaning alott to you, she becomes more then just a maestro/teacher to you.... AN: this is a story happening between lydia X y/n so enjoy and most importantly make sure your fine with mention if SH, fluff, angst, suicidal thoughts, smut etc (Il put warnings💞:) Fluff/smut/suc!dal thoughts/past tr@uma/SH Etc..⚠️

Y/n never meant to get close to Lydia Tár. She was just a cellist. She was just someone to admire from afar-famous, brilliant, untouchable. But things changed. Now Y/n finds herself pulled into Lydia's world, where nothing feels clear. The way Lydia looks at her. The way she speaks. The way power and closeness blur together. Told through Y/n's pov, this is a story about quiet obsession, unspoken feelings, and a connection that might ruin everything... or nothing at all.

The recently murdered Laura Palmer's older, identical cousin stays in the town of Twin Peaks for a short while to attend her funeral. But attending a funeral is only the beginning of many chaotic events that soon follow. The town of Twin Peaks is not as placid and gentle as it seems. It holds some very dark secrets and Maddy is getting herself into more danger than she could ever imagine. She may look like Laura, but that's about all that Maddy has in common with her... If only everybody else could see that.

This is my first time writing fanfiction be nice lol. Comments and criticism are welcome! Any ideas or prompts you want to happen? Let me know:) This is only the first chapter (: There's more to come and hopefully my writing skills improve on the way!

Hazel Woods, Returning to Nevermore for her final year, a quiet, anxious girl slips back into the shadows, unseen by most. Inside, though, she's vibrant and loud, her thoughts bursting like songs she never dares to sing aloud. Everything changes when she collides with the new head of music - a teacher who hears the silence around her and senses the rhythm hidden within it. Through lessons, melodies, and late-night rehearsals, the girl slowly learns to let her inner voice spill into the world. With every note played and lyric shared, the teacher helps her untangle her anxiety and discover strength in her sound - and along the way, a quiet connection blooms into something deeper than either expected.

At Nevermore Academy, silence speaks louder than words. I never meant to stay behind after class, but something about Ms. Isadora Capri kept me tethered to the shadows of her presence. She wasn't like the others-her gaze was a kind of gravity, her voice a quiet storm. What began as lingering glances and unspoken understanding soon grew into something I couldn't ignore. A connection unnamed, dangerous, and impossible to escape. This is not a story of light. It's a story of darkness, obsession, and the kind of bond that can either save you-or ruin you completely. #isadoracapri #wednesday

Nevermore Academy had its own rhythm, dark, elegant, and quietly unpredictable. This year, the halls buzzed with something new. Nerezza Astaire, the composed literature teacher, returned as always, precise and observant, navigating the academy's chaos with ease. But a new presence, a vibrant, charismatic music teacher was about to stir the calm, challenging order and drawing curious eyes in ways Nerezza hadn't expected.