This is My Design (Hannibal Lector x Reader)

This is Hannibal x Reader! It contains no lemons but does have some romantic acts. (WARNING: if you have not seen the full series, this contains spoilers towards the end so if you don't like spoilers..than don't read!!!) also, this has some ideas of mine in it (like your character being vegetarian XD and a maid and junk) but it follows the same plotline of Hannibal. Enjoy!
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 " I know..what you'll do to me," i fumbled with my coffee cup, my fingers shaking ever so slightly,"
   I know of the consequences.." I stared down at the coffee mixture.

   Lector's eyes trailed past my face, down to my shaking coffee cup in my hands. His cold, calm eyes always sent shivers up my spine. Here I was..supposed to be this maid of his..this housekeeper and caretaker..now turned into an accomplice to a murderer- a cannibal.
    " How long have you known?" He asked calmly, his eyes looking at my paled face once again.
   " about..6..7 months.."
  " ..so about as long as you've worked for me" he rubbed his chin, tapping his nails on the dining table.
   I licked my chapped lips, taking a sip of my coffee, hoping the warmth of the drink would sooth my dry throat.
    My eyes shoot up to look at him as he stands up from his seat, walking over to his fridge. Opening it, a wave of smell rushed throughout the kitchen, making me nauseous.
   I was a vegetarian..and didnt have much to do with meat, but i always knew this smell was different. It wasnt animal meat..no..it was human.
   Hannibal Lector walked back over to me. He sat on the edge of the table, grabbing my throat. I gasped as the coffee i had spilt all over the table, his hands secured around my neck.
    He studied me for a brief moment, taking in my features, by hair color, my drained face. He dangled the piece of meat over my face, some blood dripping off and onto my face, making me wince and blink my eyes.
    I wanted to throw up..the smell..the feeling of being forced to eat something i swore to myself i never would was sickening...revolting.
  " ah.." I squeaked as he let me go, walking to his stove and placing the meat on the skillet, beginning to cook.
   The room started to spin as the stench grew stronger..bolder. I felt like i was going to..

  " Im..Im going to faint.." i mutter, trying to force myself to stay conscious, and keep myself from purging.
   " ah that's right" he said, flipping the slice of meat to cool the other side," you're a vegetarian. I almost forgot" he chuckled slightly.
   " Lector..I need..to use the restroom..please" i was gasping for breath.
  " go right ahead. Im not stopping you," there was amusement in his voice.

   I quickly stand up and stumble outside, leaning against the railing as i threw up into the yard. I collapsed onto the steps, leaning against the pole railing. I finally got some fresh air as I ran a shaky hand through my long hair. My entire body was in a cold sweat. For working this long for Lector, cooking his meals, cleaning his house..i have never gotten used to that smell. It stuck to me..to my clothes..to my skin.
   I threw up again, jumping when I felt a hand on my back. I spit out my last mouthful of saliva and unacidified gunk that had just spilled from my throat.
   I look up to see Lector, staring at me with his cold, calm eyes. I slowly stand, and gasp softly as I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close. My hands grip his arms. I always thought the apron he wore when he cooked was adorable..

   " Forgive me..for upsetting you" he said in a soft tone, running a hand through my hair. I nod, wiping my nose and mouth," I-Im going to go freshen up..and I'll finish cooking dinner for you.." I see him nod as I make my way into the large house, into the bathroom.
    I take a quick shower, just to rid myself of the filth. I dry off and wrap my hair in a bun, changing into some jeans and a long sleeve shirt, putting on my house slippers.
   I make my way into the kitchen, tying on my apron as I begin to chop vegetables, and place more slabs of meat onto the skillet.
   I make him a stew, filled with vegetables and meat. Of course, i wasnt as skilled as he was with..designing the meals, but they tasted good in the same.
    I called him in and he sat down, putting his napkin in his collar like he always does. I pour him a bowl and set it in front of him, not even wanting to see if he was watching my every move, which he was.
    He begins to eat. I knew he loved my cooking. Thats why he still kept me around..
   " how long..have you had this lifestyle..?" I manage to ask, sitting in the chair across from him.
   " far..too long" he simply said, taking another bite.
   " are you afraid of them coming to get you..if they ever find out it was you who killed all of those people?"
   " they dont have enough evidence."
   " oh.."
   " i trust you wont say a word about this. You love me. I can see it. You wouldnt tell them anything," he was saying it so confidently, surely. It was a promise.
   " I wont.." Do I love him? A monster like him? What if he just turns on me and eats me too..or kills me?
   " then stop asking so many questions. I will keep us safe and out of trouble. They will never find us," he took another bite.
   I couldnt believe I was helping this man..but if I backed out now, who knows what would happen," ...Okay.."
  I stood from my place at the table, taking off my apron and setting it on a hook, starting for my room.
   Lector stopped me, grabbing my arm. I look back at him, raising an eyebrow.
   " Do you not believe me?" He glanced my way.
   " No..I do..but.." I trailed off, glancing off to the side.
   His eyes stared at me, looked me up and down like they always did," Come to my office when I am finished. I will convince you, if need be."
  " Lector you dont-"
  " Do as I say," he was stern. This wasnt like him..
  " yes sir.." He legs go of my arm and I slowly walk upstairs, to his office. I sit on one of the couches, sighing softly.

In minutes he was in his office, sitting beside me. I felt awkward now. He turned to me," Are you afraid of me?"
   " n-no.."
  " ...you hesitated.."
" i did not.  Im not afraid.."
  " you should be," he simply said, standing and then crouching in front of me,his hands resting on both my thighs.
    " Hannibal.." I mumble, feeling them trail up my thighs, resting on my hips. His face comes closer, up to my neck as I feel him sniff at me.
   I bite my lip as he softly kisses random spots on my neck. My hands reach out and grab his shirt, for some kind of anchorage.
    He soon pulls away, pressing his forehead to mine. My eyelids are heavy, my eyes half open to look into his, which were about the same way.
   For how old Lector was, he was fairly handsome. At least, I thought anyways. But I was surely half of his age..
    His hands run up my sides, my arms, my neck, finally resting on the back of my head. I feel him work out my bun, letting my damp brunette hair fall down on my shoulders and back. It curled a bit, framing my flushed face.
     Hannibal's hands ran over to rest on the sides of my face. I couldn't stop looking at him, his eyes.
    " You can never just die..can you?" I say sarcastically, giggling a bit.
    He merely smiles," I promise."
 " Promise what?"
        He brings his face very close to mine," To keep you safe..and make sure we're going to be okay..if.."
    I blink," if what?"
   " you'll join us.."
   " join who-" i feel his lips press against mine.
 I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.
   After a minute or two we pull away for air,"
   I promise.." I breathe.




One night,
     I was chopping slabs of meat with Lector, preparing for his meal tonight, when I feel arms wrap around my waist.
   I blink, looking back to see Hannibal Lector, his chin resting on my shoulder. I smile, continuing with what I'm doing, when I feel his hands slide up my stomach, up my shirt. His lips press against my exposed neck.
    The whole feeling makes me warm and tingly, causing me to fumble and accidentally cut my finger.
  " ouch!"
    He lets go of me and takes my finger, letting his tongue glide over the open wound as he sucked on the cut. My face heats up as I just watch him, like I was in some kind of trance.
    He looks up at me, into my eyes, then pulls away, going back to cutting his hunk of meat.
   I stand there, dazed, for about a minute, before carrying onto what I was doing.
    Suddenly the phone rings.
    I look over to see him answering it," Hello?"
     After listening to whoever was on the other line had to say, he hangs up, standing there for a moment in utter silence.
" Hannibal..is everything alright?"
   He turns to me," what? Oh..yes everything is just fine" he walked over, kissing my temple and going back to cutting the meat.
    I keep cutting when I see someone enter the kitchen.
" Jack?" I blink, seeing the detective enter the room, looking over us.
    " Hello Jack..you're early" Hannibal said calmly, continuing to cut the meat.
" Hello Hannibal..Ms._____" he greeted us both," couldnt wait to get in.." He stood there, staring at Hannibal," I want to thank you..for your friendship.."
   Hannibal stared at him for a brief second," the most beautiful part in a true friendship is to understand and..be understood."
   " Then this is..the clearest moment..of our friendship," Jack replied.
   " _____," Hannibal turned to me," would you mind stepping out for a moment? Maybe get some wine for the two of us?"
   I look at him, confused and a bit worried. Tension was in the air, I knew something was wrong here.
   But I obey him, nodding, as I walk out of the room.
   In a matter of seconds there was banging and the sounds of struggle and fighting.
   I sat in his office. Abby sat beside me. Both of us were on edge," Will is coming.." She whispered. I didn't respond, but I was just as nervous as she was.
    I could hear the fighting all the way from downstairs. I stand and grab one of the rods for the fireplace, sitting back down.
   " You know..what to do..right?" I look over at Abby.
   She nods. I nod.
Suddenly the sounds of struggle stop. Then we hear running.
    Then Alana is in the office, reaching for a new gun, new bullets.
   She shoots at the door as we both stand. Abby walks over to her.
   " ...Abby?" Alana gasps, lowering the gun.
  " I'm so sorry" abby cries as she rushes at the woman, pushing her out the window. I bite my lip, looking at the ground. Abby runs downstairs to Will.
         Hannibal..
   I rush downstairs, finding him in the kitchen with Will. Abby was already there. Will gasps, looking at both me and Abby," Abigail? _____..?"
    I decide to hide in another room, beginning to cry as I hear more struggling. Hannibal had stabbed Will..then Abby. I cover my mouth to keep from crying loudly. No..no this couldn't happen..
   Jack was dead..Will was dead..Abby was now dead..Alana was probably dead too..
     I hear him walk into the room I was in, standing in front of me, who was shaking,hugging my knees. He was covered in blood, the knife still in his hand.
   I look up at him, fearful. If he could stab those people..people he trusted..than what would he do with me?
   I scream as he grabs my arms, pulling me up. I squirm, trying to free myself from him, tears streaming down my face.
   " come with me, _____" he says, holding my close against him. His hands rest on my waist and back. He dropped the knife. I relax some. I nod, taking his hand and following him out the door, into the pouring rain. I couldn't stop myself from crying as we left the house, just as the police started to arrive.

  Days later we were on a plane, heading to Paris. I sat in between he and some older lady. He ordered champagne, the lady didn't want anything. They looked at each other, then he leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
     I looked at my hands in my lap.
Yet again Hannibal Lector escaped death and being caught..and yet again we were both safe..just as he promised.