Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

💟 |Sebastian Moran| Fake Proposal

A/N: I already made a story with this prompt with Sebastian, but thought might as well try it again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Requested By: AmayaShirosagi

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

"Cheers," you cheekily grinned as you clinked your champagne glass to Sebastian's, making the man chuckle and play along.

"I gotta say... I didn't think your little scheme would bring us to having dinner in one of the most expensive hotels in London," Sebastian commented, looking around the fancy venue.

"What can I say?" you chuckled boastfully, swirling your champagne as Sebastian scoffed and took a swing.

"How humble of you,"

"Is that how my husband-to-be is supposed to respond?"

Earlier that day...

"That will be all," William dismissed the meeting, letting you stretch your back and legs.

"Let's get going," Sebastian instructed, hitting your face with the folder William provided.

"Right, right..." you muttered, standing up with one last stretch of your back.

"Oh!" you exclaimed, grabbing Sebastian's arm, "After the mission, you don't have any plans, right?"

Sebastian raised a brow at your question and hopeful eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I have something planned, and I need your help," you explained, a mischievous smile on your lips.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes and sighed, knowing he would be roped into whatever you were planning anyway.

"...What is it...?"

Back to the Present...

"Seven restaurants is not a bad haul, no?" you smiled, proud of your success, making Sebastian smirk.

"If you say so," he muttered as he took a drink, making you scoff and kick him lightly under the table.

"Admit it. You had fun," you smiled as Sebastian wiped his mouth, glaring at you.

"Don't get cocky just because-"

"-Sir Moran?" a female voice called out, making you both look up from the menu.

It was a woman with a noble staring in shock at Sebastian.

'...Shit...' you nervously smiled, forgetting to account for your fake fiance's sex life.

"Do you know him?" the man asked, snapping the woman back to reality.

"N-No!" she quickly denied, "Sorry, I thought you were someone I knew," she quickly apologized to you both.

"It's all right," you reassured as the couple left the floor, the woman sneaking glances at Sebastian.

As the doors closed, you kicked Sebastian under the table, making him turn to you.

"What!?"

"You had women all the way here in London!? Wasn't Durham enough!?"

"How was I supposed to know!? I don't even remember meeting that woman..." he muttered, making you sigh.

"That was close..." you muttered, looking around at the fellow patrons.

"Well, whatever... We're almost done, anyway,"

"You can't be serious..." you muttered into your palms, standing by the entrance as the storm raged outside.

What's worse, the woman from before and her man returned to the hotel, drenched in the rain.

"Sorry, everyone. It seems the storm will not pass until tomorrow morning," a staff member announced, making everyone complain.

"What's your plan, now?" Sebastian muttered, leading you both to a corner.

You sighed as you looked around, thinking of a way to escape your predicament.

"What a pain..." you sighed, crossing your arms, "I can probably get us a hotel room to stay in as the storm pass... But only one..."

Sebastian's eyes widened at your suggestion.

"You mean..."

"Yeah..." you grumbled, looking at him with crossed arms,

"We'll probably have to share since we're an engaged couple... But let's hope these people are on the conservative side,"

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