Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

|Albert James Moriarty| Unexpected Family Reunion

A/N: The reader is Albert's biological mother and ex-lover of Lord James Moriarty. (I skipped since I can't write angst for shi--)

Requested By: Ali_sensei

Tag/s: Mother!Reader

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name
(L/N): Your Last Name

2nd Person's POV

"...What do you want?" you asked, venom spitting out of every word as James Moriarty stood on your doorstep.

He winced at your question, pulling his cloak closer as he hid his identity from the public while you leaned on the doorframe, an unamused look on your face.

"I... I need your help..."

"For what?"

"I... We adopted two kids from the orphanage, and we need a caretaker..."

"And you thought your ex-lover would be the best choice?" you questioned, your brow slightly twitching as he grumbled.

"It wasn't my choice to leave you, (Y/N),"

"And it certainly wasn't your choice to fight for me either," you countered, making him take a step back.

"You denied everything we had and tossed me aside to marry some noblewoman. So, excuse me if you're not warmly welcomed here," you sighed, grabbing the door and closing it.

"Wait!" James shouted as he grabbed the door, making you stop.

"Please... My wife doesn't know what you look like, and you'll get to see Albert...!"

Your eyes widened at his offer. Your hold on the door tightened as you bit your lip.

"...He doesn't even know I'm his real mother..."

"But you'll be able to see him..."

You scowled as you let go of the door, making James fall to the floor.

You paced around the floor, thinking as you glanced over to James.

"...All right, Moriarty, you got a deal," you squatted down, holding your hand out to him.

"But only because of Albert and the kids,"

You let out a sharp gasp as you looked at the manor, seeing how it changed over the years while Simon was waiting at the entrance.

"...I see that she's back..."

"Good to see you too, Simon," you replied, still looking around as you walked inside.

"You do know that you can't frolic around whenever you like,"

"Yeah, I know... The missus might catch on... Where are the kids?" you asked, ignoring his warning as Simon sighed.

"One of them is--"

A crash could be heard, catching your attention as you followed the sound.

You found yourself in the kitchen. A small boy with blond hair is on the floor with broken glass around him.

"Are you okay!?" you asked, quickly lifting him up and putting him beside you, checking his hands.

"You didn't get cut, did you?" you asked, looking up to his scarlet eyes as he shook his head.

"You imbecile! You dropped one of the antiques!" Simon shouted, raising his hand to hit the boy, but you grabbed his wrist.

"Hey!" you shouted, pushing him back.