Hannibal Lecter Oneshots

• A Pan Finds Love •

(Pansexual reader x Hannibal)

Relationship after relationship I had had so many issues and problems. For some reason no one would stay with me long enough. Most recently I had been in a relationship with Journey. She was amazing and I thought we had something going until she started straying away and eventually told me over text that it wouldn't work out for her. But before she texted me that I found out she cheated on me with some gal. Who even fucking does that anymore? Breaking up over text was the absolute shittiest way to break up with someone. At least have the balls to say it to my face.

I had caught myself going to this art museum. Though I only came to go over my thoughts and enjoy the peace of the museum and bright colours. It was refreshing in a way, seeing how all these paintings looked so perfect and unique. Even some of the odd ones had a way of being beautiful. Why couldn't my relationships be like that? Perhaps it was my fault... though I doubt it.

This particular piece pulled me out of my thoughts. A group of naked lovers sprawled over eachother as if they were dancing or fainting. I guess I was staring too long because I didn't notice the tall man who stepped beside me until he spoke with his lovely accent.

"Hello, my dear," Hannibal announced himself, "quite an interesting piece is it not?"

I blinked a few times before looking at Hannibal, he was staring at the painting. I wasn't surprised that he was here, rather that he had approached me. I had been doing a rather well job at avoiding the man since he slightly intimidated me. He, himself, looked like he belonged in one of these paintings. Not the naked one, of course (🤨), but the others with people in them. He was graceful and charming, was always straightforward and his communication skills were amazing. Something I had king for in a relationship but never really got.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were there," I followed his gaze back to the painting, "I would have greeted you."

"No need to be embarrassed," he softly chuckled, "This painting is to be admired, that is the very reason it was painted and displayed."

  I simply nodded. While I found the silence awkward, Hannibal felt it was a comforting silence. I had not gotten to that level of friendship with him where I could feel that the silence was alright, so I turned my head back to him to speak.

"How has your day been?" Was all I could muster to fill in the silent void.

  Hannibal could tell I was anxious, he was always able to tell. That's something I'd like a partner to have, to be able to understand what I'm feeling.

"It has been going quite well, thank you," Hannibal finally looked at me with a soft gaze, "And how has your day been?"

"My day's been going well, thanks," I weakly smiled, starting to wish I didn't come here.

  Hannibal could sense the tension and wanted to divert it, hoping I would stay to talk.

"Is your girlfriend around?" He asked, trying to make small talk.

"We broke up," I avoided his gaze.

  He stopped talking, feeling bad he brought up an old scar. But who could blame him, he had no way of knowing. He wouldn't have even heard since I never really talk to him.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't know."

"It's alright," I shrugged, "I'm talking to this guy right now, though."

"I thought you were...?"

"I'm pansexual."

"Ah ok."

  I could've sworn I saw Hannibal's eyes light up from my words. With Hannibal next to me and the lovely painting in front of me I felt it was time I left. I had to leave the entire art museum otherwise I'd bump into Hannibal again so I pretended that I got a notification and held my phone up.