Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

|Mycroft Holmes| Insecurities

"For what?" you pressed on, making Mycroft sigh.

"Does it matter?"

"It matters to me,"

He raised a brow at you, but you kept your stand.

"And why does it matter to you?" he sharply asked, making you bite your lip.

"Mycroft, I saw you alone with a woman in your office. I didn't even know we allow visitors on this floor,"

"It was just Miss Hudson," he reasoned, making you frown.

"That's the problem!" you accidentally yelled, making yourself cover your mouth in shock as Mycroft looked at you, startled.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." you breathed out, feeling your eyes warm up as tears pooled at the bottom, making you run out of his office.

You immediately clocked out and headed out of the building, embarrassment burning on your face as you hurriedly walked back home.

You internally scolded yourself as you walked back, thinking of how to face Mycroft tomorrow.

"(Y/N)!" Mycroft called out as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

A rushing carriage suddenly passed, almost splashing your whole body with water.

Mycroft sighed in relief as he looked back at you, making you avert your eyes.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" he asked, making you look at him perplexed.

"What...?"

He sighed as he grabbed your bag from your hands, "An argument doesn't mean I'll let you walk alone at night,"

You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked down on the ground, a swirl of emotions in your chest.

"Come on," Mycroft grabbed your hand, "I already called for a carriage,"

The ride was so quiet and tense that you could cut the air with a knife.

You kept looking to the side, your hands tapping on your lap awkwardly.

You felt Mycroft reach for your hand, making you jump.

He held your hand tightly, making you raise a brow at him while he kept facing forward, his cheeks slightly pink.

Your eyes widened at his expression, making you smile and squeeze his hand.

"I'm really sorry, Mycroft..." you started, guilt eating you up inside.

"I shouldn't have shouted at you... Let alone at work," you grumbled, remembering what happened.

"I was..." your frown deepened as you squeezed his hand, "...I was being insecure, I guess..." you weakly laughed, but Mycroft listened intently.

"...When you said Miss Hudson was the problem," he started with a gentle voice, "What did you mean by that?"

You took a deep breath as you gathered your thoughts.

"...I was jealous of her," you admitted, looking down at your feet.

"Every time we go to Baker Street, you just have this look on your face when you see her, and..." you sighed, resting your face in your hands.

"...When I saw her in your office just for a visit when even I wasn't allowed to see you without some type of work reason, I-I just..." you choked, making Mycroft's chest twist.

You felt Mycroft move as he hugged you tightly, letting you cry.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)..." he apologized, hugging you tightly.

"The only reason she was there was that I wanted to ask for her opinion on our date without Sherlock intervening," he explained, making you sniffle.

"D-Date...? But we didn't plan anything this week,"

"It was supposed to be a surprise," he sighed, making you realize.

"Oh... Crap..." you muttered, digging your face into his chest as he smiled.

"I don't know what look you're referring to... But whenever you leave the room, she and Sherlock would joke about having a lovestruck look on my face when I look at you," Mycroft ran his fingers in your hair, trying to calm you down.

"I've known Miss Hudson for a long time. But she's like family to Sherlock and me, (Y/N)," Mycroft chuckled, making you wanna die in embarrassment.

"Oh, God, strike me now..." you muttered, making Mycroft chuckle.

"Still... I'm sorry. I know I haven't been spending enough time with you," he admitted, his hand resting on your head.

"I wish I could tell everyone what we are, but..."

"I'll be in danger... I know. I don't blame you..." you sighed, remembering times Mycroft would be randomly attacked by being the Queen's direct subordinate.

"...I promise I'll make it up to you," he kissed the top of your head, making you exhale a smile.

"You always do," you hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry for doubting you..." you apologized, the heavy weight on your chest finally lifted.

'Mickey...!' you internally shouted, covering your face in shame while your co-workers looked at your office in envy.

Inside was a delivery boy with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Here you go, Mx. (L/N)!" he grinned, making you smile as you took the bouquet.

"I'm guessing this is from a secret admirer?" you questioned, making him nod.

"He already reserved a new one every week this month!" he added, making you blush as your co-workers cooed.

"I didn't know you had a lover, Mx. (L/N)!" your secretary beamed, making you nervously laugh.

"We like to keep things private..." you smiled, admiring the bouquet, seeing a note inside:

I hope you like the flowers, just a small reminder of how much you mean to me.

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