Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

💟 |Sebastian Moran| Wanna go dance?

Requested By: Camilosimpforever

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name
(N/N): Your Nickname

2nd Person's POV

You hummed to the music from the dance hall, swaying along as you continued looking out for any suspicious passersby.

A smile crept into your face at the sight of couples dancing, enjoying the Valentine's ball inside with their partners.

You, on the other hand, are outside. Keeping a lookout and making sure no one will put a wrench in the mission.

As you did another spin, someone quickly grabbed you by the waist, making you instinctively turn and punch whoever was behind you.

"Easy there," a deep voice chuckled as they effortlessly caught your fist, the familiar spiky hair and grey eyes greeting you under the moonlight.

"Sebastian..." you begrudgingly greeted as he let you go, a satisfied smile on his face as he kissed the top of your head.

"Did you miss me?"

"You were only gone for five minutes," you shrugged off his hold, walking around as you scanned your surroundings to see if anyone slipped your view.

"Relax, (N/N), the mission's over," Sebastian reassured, pulling you back against his chest.

"Besides," he grabbed your hand as he twirled you around, making you stumble before pulling you back.

"Didn't you wanna go dance?" he smirked, making you scoff.

"I thought you hated dancing?" you questioned as you looked up at the colonel, your head hitting his chest.

"No, I hate dances. Like the one in there," Sebastian clarified, looking at the party inside the manor.

"It's always just an excuse to show off your status or make connections with people higher than you." he sighed, recalling his past.

"...And let me guess," you smiled, removing his arms around you with a spin, "While you were sneaking out to a private room with some noble lady?" you teased with a grin, making him breathe out a smile.

"Hmm... Can't remember," he answered as he pulled you back, "You're the only one that's been on my mind," he whispered against your ear, making you laugh at the vibration.

"So, that dance?" he offered, lifting your hand as he got into a waltz position.

You smiled at his offer as you put a hand on his shoulder.

"As long as you don't mind me stepping on your feet," you joked, following his lead.

"Oh!" you exclaimed, abruptly stopping.

"The others will wonder where we are," you reminded, making him sigh as he lifted you for a spin.

"Hey-! SEB!"

"Just enjoy it, (N/N),"

"Where are they...?" Bonde muttered as he walked around the gardens, looking for you.

"(Y/N) never leaves their post..." Fred added, looking around as well.

"You don't think...?"

"If it was, then we would have heard gunshots," Bonde nervously laughed, remembering the last time you got hurt during a mission.

"And here I thought you knew how to dance,"

"Was that Seb?" Bonde questioned, hearing the colonel's voice.

"Over there," Fred whispered as they hid behind a tree, seeing you and Sebastian trying to dance.

"Well, I never had the chance to," you defended, clumsily mimicking Sebastian's movements.

"Besides, you have an unfair advantage,"

"You just have two left feet,"

"Which I can stomp on yours,"

Sebastian chuckled as he slowed down.

"Here," he slowly stepped, letting you follow.

"One, two, three... One, two, three..." he instructed, following the beat of the music from inside.

"...Should we go?" Fred asked, not wanting to interrupt the rare sweet moment.

"Yeah... Let's just say they went straight to some bar," Bonde smiled, now understanding why Sebastian wanted a refresher on dancing.

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