Hannibal Lecter Oneshots

• Pose For Me •

"Let's pair up now!"

I was doing an art class at a community event. Today's subject was going to be about drawing or painting whoever you were paired with and next week it would be vice versa so you'd both get a self portrait and practice of drawing your fellow artist.

  As I waited for my name to be called out along with whoever my partner was going to be, I surveyed the other artists. Honestly, I did have people I would prefer to be my partner and a few I wished not to get paired with. Mentally I crossed my fingers as I awaited for my name to be called out.

"Y/N will be paired with..." Our instructer picked out another name from the hat, "Hannibal Lecter."

Hannibal Lecter? He was one of the best people in the class, i felt sorry that he had to be paired with me. I didn't notice that I was gawking until someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"I do hope that's alright with you," Hannibal stood before me with a soft smile.

"Oh no, of course it is!" I returned the smile, "I just feel bad that you paired with someone at my level."

"Your level?" He cocked his head to the side, it was cute.

"Yes," I explained, "I'm definitely not as experienced as you are and I feel like when I do your portrait It'll look... I don't know, sad?"

He chuckled at my answer, shaking his head in amusement. I would be lying if I didn't admit I had a crush on the taller man. He was so calm and charming that it was hard to not fall for him.

"This is an art class, my dear," he said, "we are here to learn are we not?"

"Well, yes," I answered, "I guess you're right."

"Indeed, now how about we get started," he gestured to his easel, stools and art supplies set up.

I nodded before following the man to his little art space by the window. I could understand why he chose this spot, it had a lovely view of the garden outside. We were a couple stories high.

"You may sit here," he motioned to the stool and I sat on it, "do you mind if I touch you? To position you?"

"No, position away," I smiled.

I was happy that he was wanting me to sit for the portait instead of stand. The class was two hours so standing would be tiring. I felt bad for the other people who made their partners do a standing pose.

Hannibal walked over to me, he gingerly took my arm and moved it before moving onto the next arm to place.

(Something like this, though your dogs aren't out)

"Could you prop your leg up?" He asked and I did so, "perfect, I believe I'm done, thank you."

He walked back over to his easel and got started on a basic sketch.

"If you ever need a break, like water or to stretch your limbs, don't be afraid to tell me, my dear," Hannibal said as he continued working on the canvas.

I focused on something behind Hannibal so I wasn't staring at him but my eyes were also facing forward. I was afraid that if I stared at him I would start blushing madly and be unable to hide my goofy smile. I could feel his eyes on me and that enough made me flustered even though he had to look at me to know what he was drawing.

Two hours passed by faster than I thought it would, I was constantly zoning out or daydreaming to pass the time. The teacher loudly clapped his hands and I jumped a little in surprise as the sound of his clap echoed.

"Wonderful job!" He bellowed, "Next week you will switch out and painter your painter so be prepared for that!"

I waited for Hannibal's permission to get off the stool, incase he was trying to put in finishing touches even though we were done. He looked from the teacher to me with an amused smile, knowing full well I wouldn't move without his say so.

"It's alright," he spoke, "I'm finished."

As soon as I got off the stool I stretched my limbs before walking over to see Hannibal's canvas. My mouth dropped in shock, I knew he was good but dayummmm.

"Words cannot express how amazed I am," I gawked at the canvas, seeing myself, "you don't even need to be in an art class, you should be teaching!"

He chuckled at my reaction, "yes, it's so good I might hang it up in my house."

It took me a moment to register what he had said, I thought he was just complimenting his skills but I was quite wrong. I slowly turned my head to Hannibal, amusing him as he watched me carefully for my reaction. My face heated up as I looked at him with a straight face.

"Um... I..." I was speechless, how was I supposed to respond to something like that.

He smirked before standing up, canvas and art supplies in his bag, towering over me. I could only stare.

"I will see you next week," he said before leaving.

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Probably only comment I'll make but GUYS...
If I ever got draw Hannibal/Mads I could NOT keep a straight face with him staring at me. I would be giggling with a goofy grin like a school girl