Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

🎃 |Moriarty Gang & Sherlock| "Yep. We're lost. In the fucking woods."

A/N: Eyyyyy 50 parts~

Warning/s: Profanity

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

"Welp," you threw your arms in the air as you looked around, Master Jack standing beside you with a worried smile.

The carriage you were previously on was on the ground, lying on its side with a wheel missing, and its headlights were your only light source.

Albert, William, and Louis were on the ground, Fred and Bonde landed on some bushes, Moran hit his back on a tree, and Sherlock landed on a branch.

"Yep," you sighed, reaching your hands to Sherlock as you pulled him out of the branch while Master Jack helped the brothers.

"We're lost," you helped Moran up to his feet, making him groan in pain.

"In the fucking woods," you bit your thumb, feeling anxiety bubble inside you as you pulled Bonde and Fred out of the bushes.

"And at night...!" you breathed out, covering your face with your hands as you dropped to your knees.

"Now, now, Young (Y/N)," Master Jack knelt beside you, patting your head, "Don't be so negative,"

"Yeah, (N/N)!" Bonde chirped as he hugged you reassuringly, rubbing your back.

"I'm sure we'll find our way back," he added as Fred patted your head with a nod.

"What's the big deal...?" Sherlock grumbled as he pulled twigs out of his hair.

"Spending the night in the woods is not exactly part of-" you hissed as you tried to stand up, seeing your leg covered in thorns and cuts.

As you saw the blood dripping, the pain started to seep in, making you inhale through your teeth.

Sherlock furrowed his brows as he approached you, seeing the scrapes.

"You idiot! Why didn't you say anything!?"

"I didn't know!"

"What's wrong?" William asked as everyone saw your wounds.

William frowned at the sight, "Is anyone else injured?" he turned to the others, making them shake their heads.

Sherlock sighed as he lifted you, catching everyone by surprise.

"What are you-"

"-Would you rather walk around with a wounded leg?" Sherlock asked, making you quiet.

"Thought so," he sighed, looking back to William and the others.

"Let's just get back as soon as possible,"

As your group made its way through the woods, you would hear skittering in the dark, making you hold onto Sherlock.

"Will you calm down!?"

"I'm sorry, okay!?" you shouted back, making him sigh.

"What's gotten you so skittish, anyway?"

You frowned as you thought of your answer.

"...I was reading a horror novel on the way here,"

Sherlock stifled a laugh as his arms softened, making you grab onto him.

"Sherlock!" you shouted, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"S-Sorry," he apologized, trying to hold back his laugh and hold you up.

"Let's just get going," Moran grumbled as he grabbed you, lifting you on his shoulders.

"Hey!"

"Mr. Holmes seemed to be tired from carrying you," he answered, looking back at Sherlock, "So I thought of helping him lighten the load,"

"Load?" you repeated, furrowing your brows at him.

"I'm doing fine, but thanks," Sherlock reassured, but Moran kept a tight hold on you.

"Take a breather," Moran bounced you slightly, making you squeal and punch his arm, "I'm sure carrying (Y/N) must be hard," Moran smiled, carrying you up to the front.

Master Jack sighed as he followed behind Moran.

"Don't I get a say in this?" you asked Master Jack, making him chuckle.

"On behalf of these boys, allow me to apologize..." he whispered, seeing the other men become quiet as they glanced at each other.

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