Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

|Moriarty Brothers| It's the Double Standards for Me

"Traitor...!" you whispered, making Louis look over to you.

After an earful from Louis, you went around the manor and changed the flowers, hoping it'll help clear your head.

"Let's see... Harris is the one who owns the restaurants, Corbyn is the landowner, Lowell is the--"

"--Nee-san?" Louis called out, making you turn to him.

"Louis! Did you need anything?" you smiled as he walked up to you, taking the flowers.

"You don't need to do that. Fred and I can--"

"--But it must be hard to take care of the manor," you argued, taking back the flowers and placing them inside the vase.

"It's not like I have a lot on my plate either," you shrugged, arranging the flowers.

"But..." Louis trailed off, making you frown.

"Hey," you called out as you pinched his cheek, "I'm your older sister. You should rely on me more," you smiled as you let him go.

"Besides, I always helped you around the manor back then, remember?"

After finishing the chores for the day, you sluggishly went to your room, your head aching at the thought of looking through the profiles of your potential suitors.

When you got back to your room, the stacks of papers on your desk suddenly disappeared.

"Huh...?" you breathed out, looking through your desk, drawers, and every nook and cranny of your room.

"Didn't I leave them here?" you thought to yourself, retracing your steps.

As you racked your brain, you remembered seeing Albert going inside your room.

"Albert James Moriarty!" you called out, marching to his office.

"Yes, Nee-san?" he innocently smiled as you frowned at him.

You scanned around his office, seeing a large stack of papers in his trash bin.

You quickly grabbed the papers, seeing the missing profiles from your room.

"What do you think you're doing!?"

"I was helping you clean your room," he answered confidently, making you scoff.

"By throwing out my suitors?"

"They're not eligible,"

"Says who?"

"Says Will. I had him look through them,"

You dryly chuckled as you saw your two other brothers by the door.

"Did you two know about this?" you asked, making William smile at you while Louis looked away guiltily.

"Albert-nii-san was right about them not being suitable for you,"

"They're no good, Nee-san,"

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"You know it'll attract unwanted attention if the only female Moriarty is unwed," you reasoned, crossing your arms.

"But that doesn't mean you should marry just anyone,"

"Then what? Marry someone and kill them off?" as the boys opened your mouth, you raised your hand, "I take my statement back,"

You groaned as you rubbed your temples, hearing someone by the door.

"This conversation is not over," you muttered, dusting off your dress as you hurried downstairs.

"Mr. Smith, I wasn't expecting to see you so early," you politely smiled as you opened the door slightly, seeing your brothers trying to see who the guest is.

"Lady Moriarty," he smiled as he took off his hat, "I apologize, but I just couldn't wait to see you,"

"Ahem," Albert cleared his throat, smiling menacingly at the man as he completely opened the door, showing himself, William, and Louis.

"A-And you too, Lord Moriartys," he added, loosening the collar of his shirt as you internally sighed.

"Yes, well then. Shall we get on to our walk?" you asked, making your brothers look over to you with wide eyes.

"Of course, I already have the carriage--"

"--Please excuse us," Albert pulled you back inside as Louis slammed the door.

"A walk?"

"Yes?"

"You didn't tell us you were going to meet with a man,"

"I don't ask you for the names of every girl you danced with,"

"That's different,"

"It's a cover," you sighed, "He's a close friend of the next target, and I'm just trying to get intel," you explained, making your brothers look at each other worriedly.

"This way, I look like I'm looking for a husband without actually doing it," you added, making them sigh.

"...All right," Albert gave in, "But next time, you let us know when and who you're going with,"

"Deal," you grinned as you opened the door.

"Sorry about that," you apologetically smiled,

"Let's get going," you walked out of the door as Smith bid goodbye to your brothers, following you nervously.

"I apologize on behalf of my brothers. They can be quite... a handful," you sighed, making Mr. Smith smile.

"I understand. I have sisters and brothers myself," he chuckled, "Can't live with them, can't live without them, right?"

You breathed out a smile as you loosened your shoulders.

"Truly, I wouldn't replace my brothers for the world."

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