#moran x reader

You blinked blearily at the sound of heavy knocking on your door, fighting back the urge to crawl further into the blankets, you rub some sleep from your eyes and tried to get out of bed.

This failed miserably.

Mostly because a certain gunner you knew was set on clinging against your body, you attempted to slide out of his grasp without waking him but that quickly flew out of the window since he didn’t budge an inch and simply held you even tighter.

Your hands feverishly pushed his shoulders, only resulting in Moran tucking his head into the crook of your neck, the second you felt the vibration of a soft groan on your collarbone - your breath caught in your throat.

So much for not alerting him.

Slowly and steadily, you waited for a few seconds before removing his arms. Once, you could properly move your body - you sighed in relief and started to make your way to the door.

A small slip had been pushed underneath the door way, you furrowed your eyes brows in confusion as to who you knew had the riches to afford to send a telegram. Everything clicked into place when you turned the paper over and a familiar crest captioned with, ‘Je crois en moi’ stared up at you.

“You better have a good excuse for getting out of bed at this hour.” Moran’s gruff voice called out for you, his footsteps echoing throughout the hall, upon reaching you, he planted a kiss against your bare shoulder while wrapping his arms around your midsection.

You subconsciously lent into his touch, a smirk creeping up his lips as he read over your shoulder.

“Looks like we’re back in business, doll.”

He tasted like whiskey and sunlight. Like cigarettes and the soft wispy clouds that hung high in the sky. You loved these types of kisses, the sunlight and cloud kisses that painted your skin in hues of blues and reds to make a lilac sky. You pulled away as he nipped your bottom lip and grinned at his pout.

“We have things to be doing. You can kiss me more later.” He brightened but reluctantly pulled away.

“I’m holding you to that.” He said, leaning his forehead against yours briefly before kissing your nose and then going to get changed.

The Moriarty estate was alive with chatter as you bustled around the kitchen. The Moriarty’s were getting ready for a tea party, and you were in charge of the food as Louis was frantically helping get everything else prepared. Moran’s shirt was tucked into your trousers, and the shirt sleeves were rolled up to your elbows as you adjusted your apron.

Tarts, cakes, other pastries, scones, and every manner of desserts and finger sandwiches littered every inch of counter space in the kitchen as you flitted about like a bee looking for pollen. 

You were placing the finishing touches on a strawberry shortcake when strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a firm chest. You dropped the piping bag in surprise and turned to see Moran. He grinned and dropped a kiss to your cheek. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be helping Fred with the flowers.” You asked, and he shrugged,

“I wanted to see my favorite busy bee.” He said before kissing you again. You had to wonder if he had a fixation on your mouth with how much he kissed you, but you weren’t necessarily complaining. 

“Keep the PDA to your living quarters, please. We’ll be having guests soon, and you both need to get ready.” Then came an unfamiliar voice, and you jumped. Moran scowled as Louis came in and inspected the room. He nodded to you approvingly at the display of pastries, desserts, and sandwiches but still had a scowl on his face. 

“Whatever, sourpuss,” Moran grumbled but let go nonetheless and headed off to his bedroom so he could wrangle his hair into submission and change. 

You took up the piping bag again but stopped when Louis approached you, tying an apron of his own around his waist, so he didn’t get any flour or frosting on his nice suit.

“Allow me. The other preparations are done. We’re just waiting on Moran. Please go make sure he stays on track.” He said and adjusted his glasses. You handed him the piping bag and untied your apron, hanging it on the rack beside the door.

Moran was still grumbling as you knocked and entered his room. Dressed in a nice suit, he was in the bathroom, standing before the mirror and trying to comb his hair. It was going terribly, to say the least. He had a stubborn cowlick on the back of his head that refused to stay down. You crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, reaching for his comb.

“Let me help.” You said, and he relented, handing you the comb and sitting on the bench beside the sink. You stood in front of him and tilted his head slightly so you could get to the back of his head. 

The cowlick and any other flyaway strands were quickly tamed and combed down, and soon, his hair was slicked back neatly and combed to the side in front. He looked handsome, but, if you had to admit it, you preferred him with his unruly hair. This was too… proper. Not brash and wild like Moran was. 

As soon as you set the comb down, Moran was pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Thanks. Love you.” He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine but you smiled at him and cupped his face, kissing his forehead gently.

You yawned and stretched as you entered the penthouse apartment you shared with your partners in crime. As you were hanging your coat on the coat rack next to the elevator, you spotted Seb at the couch just as he spotted you.

“You’re back early, Seb.” you said. Usually, you’d be the first one back.

“Maybe you’re just late, Y/N.” He shrugged, earning an eye roll from you accompanied by a flutter of your heart. You fell in love with the man through his jokes and charm, but you knew clearly his eyes were on someone else.

“Honey, I’m home.” said that someone as he strutted out the elevator.

You and Seb turned to Jim, greeting him in your own ways. You casually saluted at him as Seb lazily wave.

“Well, now that the both of you are home,” he said said, getting off the couch and stretching his arms above his head. “looks like I can finally retire for the night.”

Jim pouted like how a young child would at Seb. “Did we keep you up past your bedtime? You didn’t have to wait for us, you know.”

Seb rolled his eyes with a smile and crossed his arms. “We have somewhere to be tomorrow, Jim. I need my beauty sleep.”

Your two friends laughed, and you wanted to laugh with them, but when you caught Seb staring dreamily at Jim, your heart sank too far down. You were reaching your breaking point and it was becoming harder and harder to hide your feelings for him.

Seb caught the gloom in your eyes and raised an eyebrow at you. “Something up, Y/N?”

You clenched your fists behind you when he asked. If he only knew what you felt, then maybe he would be a little more sensitive about what he asked. Jim eventually noticed your gloom as well, and without giving you the chance to answer yourself. He threw his arm over your shoulders.

“Y/N just needs a drink.” he quickly said, knowing fully of what you were feeling. “I’ll accompany ‘em. We’ll be in bed in a bit.”

Jealousy briefly lit Seb’s eyes when he saw Jim’s arm around you. When you saw them, you swore it burnt the same way your jealousy towards Jim burned.

Eventually, Seb did go to bed, leaving you and Jim alone with the silence of the penthouse. Jim knew what was wrong with you after you had confided in him a long time ago. It hurt him just as much as it did you because you two were in the same boat.

“Yeah, sorry about that guy, Y/N.” He sighed. “Come on, let’s get you that drink.”

———

You stared at lights of the city below as you and Jim laid on sun beds at the balcony. Because of how upset you were, you couldn’t even taste the wine Jim opened up for the both of you. It just tasted… bitter.

“This is just some sick twisted love story, isn’t it, Jim?” you mumbled and took a sip of your bitter drink.

Jim hummed in agreement though looking more composed than you were. “It is, even for me.”

After finally being disgusted by how you tasted the wine, you placed it down next to Jim’s empty glass. You laid your intertwined hands on your stomach and watched as the stars twinkled in the night sky. The stars would usually calm you down after something upsetting, but not tonight, and especially not over Seb. You sighed and turned over to your side to face Jim who also seemed to have felt the same about the burning orbs of the sky.

“I’m sorry it’s like this, Jim.” you mumbled mournfully. “Really, I am.”

Jim chuckled. “It’s not your fault we’re all ‘after the person who’s heart after another’.”

“That’s the problem.” You frustratedly sat up. “We have no one to blame for all this except the universe. It just had to be so cruel.”

“Well,“ He mirrored you by sitting up as well. “let’s just hope things turn around for the better.”

You turned to him hoping that he was kidding you. He doesn’t say things like this and knew that he’d force things to turn. He never relied on hoping for something to happen, but… perhaps love was an exception.

His eyes were calm as it would be before a storm, and this told you that he wasn’t kidding about what he said. You looked down at your hands and clenched them. Jim was right. All the both of you could do was hope and wait.

“Yeah. Let’s do that.” You forced a smile.

“Anyway, Seb’s right.” he said and got off the sun bed following to smooth down his suit. He went around to your sun bed and helped you get off it.

“We have somewhere to be tomorrow and I gotta get that beauty sleep.” Jim took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles softly. “You should too.”

He ran his thumb over your knuckles, knowing you’ll never be his. It hurt the both of you that things weren’t turning out the way you wanted it to, after all, that’s what you did for a living. You forced things, but of course, there would be those things you just can’t force.

You smiled sadly and kissed his cheek the same way. He was taken aback by the gesture, but he can’t deny that he enjoyed having your lips on him.