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Hello, I first wanna say that you're Moriarty the Patriot works are really good!
I was wondering if I could ask for headcanons for each of the Moriarty Brothers with a fem!reader where she is getting clearly unwanted attention from some nobleman (you can decide if she is a noblewoman or not), and she looks around hoping someone will help?
Again, I think you do a great job with your writings, and thank you! I hope you have a great day!
Hi! That's so sweet of you to say :)
I really hope you like this! It's a really cute idea.
Warning: this chapter does include some slight suggestive language used as harassment. It is specifically in Louis' section. To anyone reading this, if you get stuck in any of these situations, do anything you need to to get out of it. Are they getting handsy? Jab your thumbs into their eyes.
Stay safe. I love you guys.
Requests, as always, are OPEN.
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Unwanted Attention, with the Moriarty Brothers
William Moriarty
- You had been getting groceries when a man approached you, clearly with not-so-good intentions.
"Well aren't you pretty today?" His grin was almost unsettling, "How about you join me on a walk?"
His hands were moving towards your waist, intent on trying to grab you. You stepped back, "I apologize, sir. But I am quite busy today."
His face flashed with anger, "Come on, now. Don't be prude! I promise I'll give you a good time!"
You gulped nervously, "I'm sorry, sir, but I am betrothed. He's..." you scanned the area around you, "Right over here!"
You placed your hands on the nearest man's arm, "This is my lovely soon-to-be husband, Mr...."
He gave you a knowing look, followed by a cheeky smirk. Red eyes shined bright, "William Moriarty. Is this man giving you trouble, my love?"
He glared at the man, who was obviously getting antsy, "Don't you know that isn't the way you treat a woman? Especially not one as fine and beautiful as this one." The man, William, pulled you closer to him.
Within minutes, you two were alone in the aisle. He had finally left.
You sighed in relief, "Thank you, Mr. Moriarty. I don't know what would have happened without you there..."
He smiled, "It was no problem. In fact, I find you quite beautiful myself. If you don't mind, would you like to join me for lunch sometime?"
Louis Moriarty
- (it annoys me that he doesn't have his scar in that gif-)
You were a servant at a charity ball for nobles. It wasn't all bad, honestly. The tips were good, and you got plenty of breaks. But when too much alcohol and entitled men mix, it's never good.
You had been serving champagne when arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you far too closely to a man's chest.
A gruff voice whispered, "You look so beautiful in this dress. I wish I knew how you looked without it..."
You tried to get out of his grip, but to no avail, "Please let go of me, my Lord. I am simply doing my job. No need to pay any attention to me."
A sickening laugh, followed by, "But I think there is. How about I take you back to one of the guest rooms for some fun?" His hands almost started to roam your front, when a much lighter voice spoke, "Let go of her, Lord Alabhan. You're drunk, and she is not interested."
His grip on you loosened, and you took the opportunity to wiggle out of his grip.
Lord Alabhan scowled, "Moriarty, you bastard..."
Moriarty sighed, "You never learn, do you?"
You took the opportunity to quietly slip away.
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Later that night, you managed to find Moriarty again. He was talking to another man, presumably his older brother, when you caught his eye.
"Thank you so much for earlier, Lord Moriarty." You curtsied.
He smiled at you, "I'd much prefer if you called me Louis. It was no trouble at all. Alabhan has always been rather crude..."
His brother chimed in, "Not to mention quite a drunk."
Louis pulled out the chair next to him, "How about we sit together and chat, Ms...?"
"Y/N," You sat down next to him, "Ms. Y/N."
Albert Moriarty
You worked as a secretary. Though you talked to and met many clients every day, one of them showed up much more often.
He had been kind at first, but had soon become quite rude once you had rejected his advances. So, when he showed up again, you knew it likely wasn't going to go very well.
"Hello again, Sir Lyke. Here for your usual tax consultation?" You forced a smile.
He shook his head, "Oh no, my dear. I'm here for much more personal reasons. You see, I'd be delighted if you would like to spend my lunch break with me."
"I'm very sorry, Sir Lyke. But I'm truly not interested."
He sighed, placing both hands on your desk. It felt oddly threatening, "Y/N, I've been kind. I've been courteous. But you simply must accept. You've been so rude, rejecting me like this..."
As he spoke, you found yourself shying away, shrinking into your chair. He went on, his words starting to get aggressive, until you heard:
"My wife is obviously not interested. I'd greatly prefer if you left her alone. Sir Lyke, was it?"
Lyke turned, and you got a glimpse of who he was. You recognized him instantly. Lord Albert Moriarty, a wealthy nobleman who occasionally came around to promote some sort of consulting business his brother had.
You took this information to heart, saying, "Albert! Thank you for visiting me! It's a delight to see you..."
He smiled, eyes looking at you as if you were his entire world, "It's a pleasure, my dear. I am quite upset that Mr. Lyke here has been harassing you..."
Lyke took this moment to blurt, "I had no idea she has a husband! I apologize dearly. I shall leave." He was out the door in a flash, not keen on Albert seeing him for any longer.
You breathed a sigh of relief, "Lord Moriarty, thank you so much. I'm not sure what would have happened if you hadn't showed up."
"I'm just happy you're alright, Ms. L/N."
"Is there anything I can do to thank you? You're always so kind when you come in..."
He thought for a moment, "If you would like to, I'd be overjoyed to have afternoon tea with you one of these days."
