Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

💟 |Mycroft Holmes| Wanna go dance?

Requested By: LilyVivien

Tag/s: Fluff

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

"(Y/N), do you remember the favor you owe me?" Mycroft asked as you entered his home office, making you look at him skeptically across the desk.

"Yeah...? Why?" you questioned as he gave you an open letter.

"I believe I will be using it for this," he explained as you read the letter.

"You're going to a Valentine's dance?" you questioned with a chuckle, scanning the letter invitation addressed to Mycroft as he wryly smiled and stood up from his seat.

"Yes... And they require us to bring a plus one," he added, taking the invitation from your hands and sitting back down.

"Great! I'm sure we can find someone in no time," you supported, earning a raised brow from Mycroft as he looked at you.

"I already have," he smirked, making you furrow your brows as he gave you a knowing look.

"...No,"

"It will be quick,"

"No,"

"You won't even need to do anything,"

"No!" you kept rejecting, but Mycroft ignored your replies as he fixed his papers.

"I'm sure there's a lot of noble ladies waiting for you to ask them to the dance," you reasoned, making him sigh.

"And yet, you're the only one I'm asking," he replied, making you huff.

"Why...?" Mycroft breathed out a smile at your question,

"Because you owe me, remember?" he deadpanned with a sarcastic smile, making you groan.

"Yeah, yeah..." you sighed, scratching your head as you tried to think of an alternative solution.

As Mycroft watched you ponder, he let out a sigh.

"I understand this is not your usual scene, but I do not understand why-"

"-I don't know how to dance..." you sheepishly said, avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah... So," you clapped your hands, "Why don't we try looking for-"

"-I can teach you," Mycroft smiled, making you freeze.

"What?"

"I can teach you," he repeated, getting up from his seat and walking towards you.

"We should be done in... two weeks or so," he muttered, observing you.

"Wouldn't it be easier to find someone else suitable?"

"And who would that be?" he challenged, making you purse your lips as no name came to mind.

"...Why is your social circle so small?" you sighed, making him chuckle.

"All the more precious you are to me, my dear," he teased as he gently pulled your chin to face him, making your face burn red as you pulled away.

"Use those words to woo some woman instead of me! Honestly, your mother has been asking me when you and Sherlock are gonna give her grandchildren..." you scolded as you walked off, making him lightly laugh as he followed you out.

"How are they? Mother and father," he asked as he followed you to the entrance.

"They're good... Been waiting for you and Sherlock to visit, though," you added, making him chuckle.

"Duly noted,"

"Oh, and do me a favor," you tapped your shoes as you grabbed your coat, "Tell Mrs. Holmes we're just friends? She doesn't believe me when I say so," you tiredly sighed, making Mycroft sadly smile.

"...I'll see what I can do," he replied, putting on your hat and patting your head.

"Then, when do you wanna go dance? For practice," you asked as you adjusted your hat.

"You can come visit here whenever you are free to practice," he reassured, making you huff.

"All right... But don't go crying to me when your toes are bleeding after," you warned as you walked out, waving goodbye to Mycroft.

"I will mail you the medical bill," he retorted, waving goodbye as he watched you walk home, letting out a breath.

"Perhaps confirming Mother's suspicions was a mistake..."

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