Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 4

"So you found her wondering the streets all by herself ?" "Like I told you, we were on our way back and she was just stood there in the middle of the road." Moran states, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.

"She seemed like she was in distress." Fred states, Moran nodding at the younger lads words.

"Did you see the rather odd clothing she was wearing. I wouldn't want to jump to conclusions but-
There's a chance that's she's in danger." Moran interrupts Fred. Not that Fred minded but interrupted, the young man was finding it hard to fully detect the situation at hand.

"I'm not particularly sure what exactly is going on with her but it's definitely something out of the ordinary."

"There will be clothes brought for her tomorrow. But we will not question her tonight. Whatever has happened must have been stressful enough." Albert states.

"What ?" The young blonde man questions, turning towards his eldest brother. "She can't possibly stay here ? Even so this hasn't even been discussed with William yet."
"William is in his study, Louis." Albert sighs. "You and I both know he'll be there all night." Yet despite his brothers words Louis is still not convinced.
"You needn't worry. William will be informed before the morning."

"Otherwise he'll think someone's broken in." Moran teases, keeping the tension at bay.

Frustrated but keeping his composure, Louis abandons the conversation by taking the cups present on the table, leaving with the excuse of washing the dishes before bed.

"I'll be off then." Moran smirks, grabbing his coat, already heading towards the door. "The hour is late." Albert reminds him.

"I'll be back before Louis opens the curtains in the morning." He states, and with that the Colonel is off down to a familiar setting.

You're located on the second floor, quite the distance from the ground. You've no longer got the will to pull at the door anymore. It's completely useless.
Unless the window. By chance after a few tugs, the window comes loose and opens and a burst of dust comes flying at your face. "Does nobody clean these poxy windows !" You cough, using your hand as fan to wave off the dust.

If you somehow had a drink on you perhaps this situation would be slightly more easy to deal with but no life just has to be so strange. The distance from the window and the ground is too high, the only suitable solution is to jump from each window sill and-
"Fuck it." You sigh. "I'll just have to limp down the road."

Moran found himself more pleased then ever. Here he sat what others would call gambling where he simply put it as "teasing the imbeciles" while the barmaids looked over, eager to converse with him. Typical. The men around Moran groaned and whined as their losing streak continued.

Your eyes almost shine with stars at the sight of a pub just down the road.
You're not exactly sure how long you've been walking-well slightly limping down the streets but all of that flew out of your mind the second you reach it.

Shakingly pushing the heavy door open, you do not hesitant to head straight to the bar. So determined that you miss the stares and looks sent straight your way.
Although you do not miss the deliberate loudness of a few drunks in the back.
"Where's her skirt ?!" "Why she's underdressed !" Tilting your head back Your brows furrow in confusion before turning around. But before you can get a word out you're practically being thrown out. "I ain't serving you miss." He states, shaking his head as he cleans a glass.
"You want to be served, come bring your husband." Some men around snicker.

At the noise of the laughter, it is only then Moran, looks up and at that he's shocked.

"Pardon me, chaps." He nods to the men yet his eyes remain only on you as he stands up heading swiftly over to you. Unfortunately for them, the barmaids are the ones to notice the Colonel stare to you. "Husband ?" You laugh. "Oh you need to get a grip-
"What are you doing here ?" Moran groans, already taking your arm.

"What are you doing here ?!" Your eyes widen as you turn to face him.
"We're leaving." He states it more to the barman as he holds out his hand, pardoning you.

"I didn't even get a drink !" You cry, shoving the Colonel off your arm, spinning around to glare at him as he practically drags you outside.
"Tough. How did you even leave the manor you rascal ?!"

"I'd do anything for a little glass !" You state, glaring up at the Colonel frustrated face. "Some willpower." He mumbles, already turning away. "Come on then. We're going back." "No !" You yell, forgetting that it's quite late at night.

"Huh ?" He turns to look back. Just then he faces you with an uncertain look in his dark eyes. "Go." He simply states. "What ?" Your eyes suddenly filled with anxiousness. "If you have some other place to be then go. I'd say you have a long way to walk by yourself late at night."

He's right. You've no one to follow but him. Even if you did have some place to go into late at night and who knows who else would be wandering the streets especially if you're all alone.

"Look miss." The man sighs, only now feeling somewhat sympathetic as he looks down to see your defeated expression as your eyes stare down at the concrete, head low in shame.

But before he can continue you cut in.
"I don't understand. You with the others have only just met me ? Why are you helping me?" You look up to him. The hardship of the day is finally catching up with you. "It would be cruel not to help someone in need." Your taken aback by his words and your widen eyes shows it all. Not once did you consider it being this way.

"I'll go with you." You state. "But only if you answer a really stupid question of mine first !" You're so sure now. You need to know. "What year is it ?" You're so scared of what the answer will be because only now you're sure this isn't a dream and yet you still have no idea how any of this has occurred. Not one bit.
"It's 1879." He states so obviously.
"You must really be fond of the drink." He chuckles. "Or perhaps you really did hit your head hard back then." He smirks.

"Wait !" You realise. The Colonel groans, clearing getting fed up with you already.
"I don't even know your name ! Or the others !" You shake your head.

"Sebastian Moran and you are miss ?" He asks. "y/n." You smile. "y/n." He nods in confirmation. So his name is Sebastian. "And the young lad that was with you back then ?" You question. "Fred Porlock. He's a quiet but good lad. The other two you met was Louis the blond gentlemen and his eldest brother, the head of the Moriarty manor Albert James Moriarty." Well it seems that Moran was skilled at introducing people.
Moran, Fred, Louis and Albert.

"Wait. You said eldest brother right ?" So there's a another Moriarty but why wasn't he there just the few hours you were at the manor ? "William James Moriarty. He's the second Moriarty brother."

"William ?" You wonder. "How come I didn't see him amongst the men bombarding me ?" You ponder, furrowing your brows. "No one was bombarding you !" He scoffs. "You're so dramatic."
"Hey !" You whine. "William is a maths professor. He's quite busy with his teaching as of now. I'll sure you'll be introduced tomorrow."

Despite your curiosity, you decide not to pry further. "Okay fine lead the wayyy."You drag out your words, raising your arm forward. "Just don't walk too fast, Sebastian." You sigh, attempting to keep up with the tall man who's already steps a head of you.

"Don't call me Sebastian."