Hiding from a Stalker with Moriarty Brothers + Von Herder

Albert, William, Louis James Moriarty, and Von Herder

Tag/s: Fem!Reader, Scenario

Albert James Moriarty

"Miss (L/N)!" Sir Acheron called out for you as you squeezed in through the crowd, hoping the number of people would help you hide.

"Excuse me... Miss (L/N), please wait!" the man kept calling out, his eyes locked on you as he made his way through the crowd.

'This is bad...!' you gulped as you quickly walked around, hoping to lose him as he followed you through the dance floor.

'Is he gone..?' you thought, turning your head around as you walked, bumping into someone.

"Sorry! I didn't see-!" you quickly apologized as you faced forward, seeing it was Albert James Moriarty, his suit now drenched in wine as the crowd gasped.

"Insolent girl!"

"Ugh, how improper..."

"How dare she...!"

"Are you all right, miss?" he asked, seeing your frantic state.

"Miss (L/N)!" Sir Acheron called as he reached you, making your blood freeze.

"A-Apologies, my lord…! Shall I help you with the stain?" your voice cracked as you took out your handkerchief, wiping the wine out with shaky hands as the crowd glared at you.

Albert raised a brow as he looked at Sir Acheron, connecting the dots.

"I believe helping me get a new set of clothes would be a better alternative?" Albert suggested, stopping your hand.

"Shall we?" he smiled, linking your arm with his as you walked out of the dance floor.

"O-Of course!" you agreed, sighing in relief as you followed along, hearing Sir Acheron scoff as he left the scene.

"I can see why you would bump into me despite me standing still," Albert whispered, making you nervously laugh.

"Right… Sorry again about the stain. I know quite the talented tailor in town, though!"

William James Moriarty

Your eyes darted around the street, hoping to see at least one shop still open for the night to hide.

You gulped as you saw the man's shadow growing on the ground, hearing his footsteps quickening and closing in on you.

Desperate, you quickly made your way to the department store, only to be stopped by the security guard.

"I'm sorry, miss. We're closing in a few minutes,"

"No, no… You don't understand." you grabbed his arm in fear, "Please, I just need somewhere to-"

"-Sorry, darling. Have you waited long?" a voice chimed in, making you and the guard turn your head to the sound.

It was a nobleman with blond hair and red eyes smiling at you both.

"W-What?"

"Sorry, I lost track of time," he apologetically laughed, walking up to you.

"Shall we get going?" he asked, looking over to his side.

Following, you saw the man stalking you stopped by a lamplight, making your blood curl.

"Y-Yes," you smiled, taking his arm, "Let's go…" you muttered, following the man as you kept your eyes on the stalker.

"There's a police station a couple of blocks from here," the nobleman whispered, making you widen your eyes.

He only looked at you with a wink.

"I'm sure we can convince the officers to help, along with a restraining order if needed."

"I see…" you sighed in relief, feeling your body relax for the first time that night.

"Thank you so much…" you muttered, feeling your eyes tear up in relief, "I thought I was a goner.."

"Here," the man gave you a handkerchief, which you happily took.

"Don't worry, that man won't hurt you now."

Louis James Moriarty

"There you were!" you beamed as you grabbed Louis' arm, catching him by surprise.

"(Y/N)? What are you-"

"Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," you sighed as you hugged his arm, your whole body shaking as you hid your face.

Louis raised a brow as he looked around, seeing a man staring at you both in the dark.

'Oh...'  he thought and frowned, wrapping an arm around you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry," he smiled as he pulled you close, hiding you from the man's sight.

"For how long has he been following you?" he whispered, making you gulp.

"I just noticed him an hour ago..."

Louis frowned at the answer as he put his coat on you, catching you by surprise.

"You seemed cold," he explained, keeping you close as you left the department store.

"Did he do anything to you?"

"No, he was just following me the whole time," you answered, pulling his coat close to your body.

"Sorry... I know you wanted to buy a gift for William's birthday,"

"What are you apologizing for?" Louis sighed, keeping an eye on the stalker following you both, "That creep isn't your fault," he reasoned as he called for a carriage.

"Let's get you home for the time being," Louis whispered as he helped you up the carriage.

"What about you?" you asked as you grabbed his hand, "You might get hurt,"

Louis breathed out a smile as he removed your hold, "I'll be fine. You're the one he wants,"

"Then what are you gonna do?"

A dangerous glint lit up in Louis' eyes before he lifted his head and gave you a courteous smile.

"Just giving him a lesson he won't forget,"

Von Herder

"Honey!" you called out as you hugged Herder from behind, almost making you both fall over.

"Huh? What-" he muttered, feeling you hold him with trembling arms.

"Um... Miss? I think you got the wrong-"

"-Honestly... I thought you said we were meeting in the cafe?" you sighed with a shaky breath, still holding onto him.

Furrowing his brows, he gently hugged you back, feeling another presence behind you not too far away.

'I see...'  Herder sighed, noticing the growing hostile air closing in on you two.

"Sorry, sorry! It must have slipped my mind," Herder played along with a cheery voice, pulling you away from the presence and linking his arm with yours.

"Now then, what should we eat?" he asked as he led you away from the presence, hearing you sigh in relief.

"You can decide this time," you replied, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Sorry, miss. Are you all right?" Herder whispered, still feeling the presence following you.

"Yes, I'm okay... Thank you for playing along," you whispered back, your hands still shaking.

Herder frowned as he kept you close, thinking of a possible solution.

"Oh!" he beamed, stopping abruptly with a grin.

"Sorry, honey. Can we make a quick stop?" Herder asked as he pointed at a mechanics shop, making you raise a brow.

"I don't mind. But what for?" you asked as Herder smirked.

"You'll see," he answered vaguely as you both entered the shop.

"It will be quick, miss...?"

"(Y/N)," you smiled, "(Y/N) (L/N),"

"Miss (Y/N)," he finished as he rummaged around some parts.

"If you don't mind, I might have a solution on how to protect yourself,"

Isekai’d Into Moriarty The Patriot | Chapter One

Moriarty The Patriot x Reader

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You were currently on vacation in Europe and riding in the Eurostar Train that ran from Paris to London. London was your stop after a long day in France; and naturally, you were tired. As the Eurostar went under the English Channel, your eyes began to droop. You tried your hardest to stay awake, looking at the shimmering, cerulean sea outside the train. 

When you finally gave into your tired state, a loud bang and the rumbling of the train jolted you awake. You looked around with the same confusion the other passengers had. Another piercing sound resonated in your ears- the sound of cracking glass. You immediately looked to the window where a large crack formed. A woman screamed. You promptly got out of your seat and stepped away from the window. You thought these trains were safe. Was the water pressure too much for the train?

An announcement came through the intercom telling the passengers to remain calm. Cracks began to branch off the main line. Parents were trying to calm their crying children. Women were trying to console their anxious husbands, and men were trying to calm their frightened wives. One girl pulled out her phone to call her friends. A guy pulled him out to record a video.

A man bumped into you which jolted you into the side of a leather seat. He left urgently, not saying anything to you. More and more people ran down the middle aisle, pushing you to the side, all traveling to a different section of the train. You tried to make your own way into the flow of chaos. The pit in your stomach increased as you couldn’t conjure enough strength to force your way in.

The cracks became more and more- so did the screams. Your voice was mixed into the air, and finally everything burst. Time didn’t slow as you would think it would. No, the water came in swiftly- there wasn’t enough time, there never was. The water was a tsunami and you were pushed into it. When your head slammed against a table, you blacked out.

There was silence, and there was void. You opened your eyes and the world was still dark; yet, there was a shimmer in the distance- gold and silver, red and blue.

You reached out, and you awoke with a gasp, coughing up water.

“Are you alright, Madam?” A man’s voice called out. He had his hand pressed against your back.

You blinked your eyes. The floor was made of gray carpet. A darkened spot was before you indicating where you had hurled water. You squeezed your eyes tightly before opening them again to the world. A sharp pain pounded against your temple. You looked around, adjusting to the light. You were on a train, but it wasn’t the Eurostar. It seemed more old fashioned: the seats were made of a red cushion, a white tablecloth spread over the tables, the only lights were the old lamps that hang from the ceiling, and a loud rumble of the train exhausting itself was heard through the walls.

You had stood up from your seat, confused, “Is this Heaven?”

The man who stood next to you chuckled. He stepped back, “Our staff is gracious for the compliment.”

You got a good look at the man. He wore a black suit with white gloves. He was a waiter.

You blushed in embarrassment, “Oh, um- thanks. Where am I, again. I kind of forgot?”

A worried look crossed the man’s face as you began to talk. “You are on the train to London, we have just passed through York not too long ago.”

“What the-” You began, before you looked down noticing the dress you were wearing. It had a white blouse with a collared neckline. The shoulders were puffy and it had the style of lantern sleeves for the rest of the arm. Attached to the blouse was a dark green colored skirt that was high-waisted and ran to the floor. The dress was very conservative and even more old-fashioned- as if it was from the Victorian era.

Your complexion turned red. You felt many pairs of eyes on you. You would never wear a dress like this in public; in some cases, you wouldn’t where a dress at all, let alone one that would call so much attention to yourself. This was so out-of-style you had no idea where you would even be able to buy a dress such as this. This raised the question, when did you even put on the dress?

“Ma’am? Are you well?”

“Wha-?” You squeaked. The waiter was talking to you, again.

“Are you well?” He repeated. “I believe it would do you good to have a seat.” “Oh, I guess” You awkwardly replied, before sitting down. This was such a weird day.

“Would you be interested in some water?” The waiter asked.

You thought to yourself for a moment, “Yeah, some water sounds nice.”

The waiter nodded before rushing off, leaving you alone.

“Ugh, finally,” you groaned, before resting your head on the table in front of you. Where were you? Weren’t you just drowning a while ago? Where’d all the people who were on the train with you go? Why were you in a dress? Just a while ago, you had a sweatshirt and pants on. Did someone change you without your knowledge? (That’s a disturbing thought to come to reality.)

You heard footsteps walk up to you. You figured it was that super proper waiter with your water. (Looking back, you’ve had a lot of water already today.) You kept your head down, maybe the waiter knew you had a rough day. Hopefully he would just set down your cup.

“Excuse my manners, but I was watching your earlier interaction with the waiter. Are you in need of assistance, Miss?” A silky voice asked you. It was as sweet as honey to your ears, something you could fall asleep too.

“You could say that,” You chuckled, picking your head up off the table to look at the male talking to you. “It’s been a rough da-”

The man before you, you knew him. Golden hair, ruby eyes, long strands that framed his face which enhanced his sharp jawline, silky skin. If you didn’t curse, this was the time to. This man didn’t exist outside of your device.

William James Moriarty.

He was the protagonist of the anime Moriarty the Patriot, the Lord of Crime. There was no way you were actually seeing him.

“It seems as though you have a deep recognition of me,” He stated. A soft smile laced his face, “I make it my duty to remember all the people I meet. If it is alright, may I inquire as to how you might know me?”

“Uh- um,” you stumbled on your words. Quite frankly, you were flabbergasted. What were you supposed to say?

“If you would like, I would gladly offer you a seat to join me and my brother for supper” He stated, moving to the side to show you where he was sitting.

Behind him, staring daggers at you with eyes that tried to reveal every secret a person could hide, was Louis Moriarty. What the hell was happening today?

You could only nod with your mouth agape. You looked back and forth from the Moriarty brother’s so much that you got dizzy.

William politely smiled at you, folding his hands over each other, patiently waiting for your response.

After an awkwardly long amount of time, you realized that he was waiting for you to say something. “Oh! Sorry for not responding, my mind is going one hundred miles a minute. I’m Y/N, by the way,” you shot out your hand over the table. “Y/N L/N.”

William raised an eyebrow at your outstretched hand. Your clothes indicated upper class but your greeting was one of the lower class, if not one of a foreign country. It was common etiquette for men to shake hands and while handshaking between opposite sex could only be initiated by a women, it was more respectful and a highly common practice for the hand to be kissed during greeting, especially in the upper class. Your oddities had already begun to intrigue him. He took your hand and shook it.

“So, I’m assuming you’re cosplaying?” You began, “It’s a very good outfit! I’m impressed!”

“I am sorry, I don’t believe I am following,” William replied, “Cosplaying?”

“What?” you questioned, “Y’know, like from Moriarty the Patriot? You’re William James Moriarty, right?”

“Yes, I am him,” William stated. “One could call our family quite patriotic. We do support the advancement of our country.”

You laughed awkwardly. Did this dude not know what cosplaying was because he was doing it perfectly. Unless he was the real William Moriarty- which can’t happen, unless you were dead, in which you wouldn’t have had a headache, so that can’t be true.

“The anime, you’re cosplaying a guy from an anime. The one with Sherlock Holmes? You’re Moriarty,” You asked, giving your last try to get this guy to confess his cosplaying secrets.

“How do you know Sherlock Holmes?” Louis Moriarty asked. (His cosplay was incredibly good too!)

“I have never heard of this ‘anime’ or ‘cosplaying’ verbiage you are talking about. My apologies,” William said.

You stopped for a second, brain rebooting. There was absolutely no way this was actually the real William James Moriarty! You looked around the train, it did look exactly like a scene in the anime.

“‘The Two Detectives’ was the name, was it?” You mumbled to yourself. It was hard to think with these two men staring at you. However, you couldn’t blame yourself, they were very “nice-looking,” to say it lightly.

You put both your hands on the table in front of you and narrowed your eyes at the William in front of you, “If you’re the real William James Moriarty, what’s your real name?”

A tense silence filled the room. William Moriarty kept his polite smile, but his eyes didn’t hold the same joy. Unbeknownst to you, Louis moved his hand toward his knife.

“It has always been William,” he said.

You rolled your eyes with a naïve laugh. This was the question of the century that you could get answered if this really was William James Moriarty! You brought your hand up to make your excited point, “No, like before the actual William Moriarty di-”

William’s hand caught your wrist in a split second shutting you up. He tightened his hand around your wrist. He kept his polite smile, but the pressure he put on your hand told a different story.

“Who are you?” He asked. There was an undertone that the passersby would never catch; one more eerie and demanding than what was heard.