Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

💟 |Mycroft & Sherlock Holmes| Stuffed toys

A/N: I wasn't quite sure how to do this one ^^"

Requested By: Iskururuh

Tag/s: Familial Relationship, Longer Than Expected (700+ words)

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

You squinted your eyes at your bedroom and rubbed them, hoping it would change.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

Inside your room was a giant teddy bear with a bow on his head, big enough to be a chair in the middle of the room.

"...What?" you questioned, your maids fidgeting as they kept their posts.

"Master Sherlock walked in this morning and placed his gift in your room," she explained, making you hum.

"And none of you stopped him...?" you asked, making them pause.

"He said you knew he was visiting..." they explained, making you sigh.

"...Did Mycroft also visit?"

"Yes..."

"Guh..." you choked, seeing the rows of toys from your old favorite franchise arranged on a shelf you've never seen before.

'I haven't had those since I was seven...' you thought, feeling embarrassment flare up your face as your maids and butlers stared at the gift.

"Camila..."

"Yes, Master?"

"Tell my brothers we're having a family meeting. It's urgent..." you muttered, walking back to your room.

"Is it crucial?" Kody asked, following you through the halls.

"Not really," you muttered, "Knowing them, they're probably having a contest on who's better,"

"What is this about?" Sherlock sighed, sitting on the couch with Mycroft on opposite sides as your maids prepared you some tea.

"I just have some questions," you clarified, taking a cup.

"Well then?"

"This better be important..." Mycroft muttered, looking at his pocketwatch, making your head throb in annoyance.

"You just finished your case," you glared at Sherlock, "And you're on vacation," you pointed to Mycroft, catching the two men off guard.

"So, don't act like you're busy," you sighed, leaning back on your seat as you rubbed your temples.

"So... Mind explaining yourselves?" you asked, showing the shelf and giant teddy bear.

"What? Can't your brothers spoil you a little?" Mycroft smiled, feigning innocence.

"Normal brothers, maybe," you grumbled, crossing your legs, "But you two always have something up your sleeves," you reasoned, staring at them.

"So, what is it? Trying to cover up a crime? Did somebody die?" you asked, making them look away.

"Master (Y/N), if I may..." Kody whispered, making you raise a brow.

"What is it, Kody?"

"We found out Master Mycroft and Sherlock have been asking for reports of your well-being from a maid," he started, making you widen your eyes.

"And I believe they found out about your... separation... with Sinclair Arkwright," your mouth gaped as you turned to your brothers.

"YOU WERE SPYING ON ME!?"

"God... This is the worst..." you grumbled on your knees, the living room now a mess from you throwing whatever was closest to your brothers.

Even the furniture was flipped over.

"Hey..." Sherlock called out, making you glare at him.

He sighed as he knelt, patting your head.

"Just so you know, Mycroft was the one who's spying on you,"

"Sherlock!"

"But!" he added, glaring at Mycroft before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"We found something about Arkwright... And it's not pretty," he sighed, making you look at him.

"So, the murder case you just solved..."

"Was Arkwright... Yes..."

"You were his next target," Mycroft added, sitting on the other side.

"And we'd be fools if we didn't interfere," he muttered, patting your head.

You sighed as you leaned back, your headache returning.

"And this was your way of comforting me?" you asked with a strained smile.

"It worked before,"

"Yeah, when we were kids!" you exasperated, remembering the mountain of toys your brother would give when they got in trouble with you.

"But..." you sighed, putting an arm around their shoulders.

"I guess this is your own way of comforting me," you softly smiled, remembering the times your brothers awkwardly attempted to soothe you whenever you cried.

"So, thanks..." you smiled, hugging them tightly.

"Did you have to phrase it that way?"

"What brother sneaks into their sibling's house to put a giant teddy bear in the middle of the room?" you retorted, making Sherlock silent as Mycroft stifled a laugh.

"It's the same when it's a full-stock shelf of toys," you added, making Sherlock smirk.

You breathed out a smile and gave them one last hug.

"It's a tie, by the way," you mumbled, making them furrow their brows.

"What's a tie?"

"Your contest on who's the best brother," you clarified, smirking at them.

'You'd think a contest I made when we were kids would have stopped years ago...'

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