Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

💟 |Louis James Moriarty| Little notes or cards

A/N: I'm late but HAPPY PRIDE MONTH STILL! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Requested By: Ranamirzakhani

Tag/s: Established Relationship, Longer than Expected (800+ words)

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

Louis raised a brow as he raised the suspicious object in his hand, adjusting his glasses as he inspected it.

"What on Earth...?" Louis muttered, staring at the object wrapped in a thick blanket on his desk.

As he was getting ready for the day, he spotted a suspicious object in the corner of his eye.

Squinting his eyes, Louis cautiously walked up to the object and carefully unwrapped it.

It was hollow and decorated with various shades of purple and random patterns.

Louis raised a brow as he inspected it from top to bottom, seeing no type of lid or opening on it.

However, he could hear something rustling inside.

'A bomb? No... It would be useless to design it and put it in a blanket. Then what...?'

"Louis!" you called out from the hallway, making Louis quickly wrap the blanket around the object and hide it under his bed.

You knocked on his door and peeked your head through the crack, "Breakfast is ready," you reminded, as he straightened up his coat.

"Right. Thank you, (Y/N)," he smiled politely, making you nod as you looked over to his desk, seeing the now empty space.

"You found my gift!" you beamed, making Louis freeze.

'It was a gift...?' he internally muttered as you rushed to hug him.

"Did you like it? It was my first time doing that type of chocolate, so I wasn't sure about it..." you muttered, making Louis feel twice as guilty.

"It's a lovely gift," he reassured, keeping his cool head as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Thank you," he added, kissing your forehead, making you smile.

"So, have you opened it?" you excitedly ask, making Louis freeze.

"Open it...?"

"Yeah? Didn't you read the-"

"-Hey, look out!" Bonde's voice echoed, followed by various crashes.

"...I'll just ask you later..." you whispered, rushing downstairs.

For the rest of the day, Louis kept thinking about your gift.

He would sneak back into his room to try and figure out what kind of chocolate was your peculiar gift, let alone how to open it.

The sun had finally set, and Louis still had no clue.

"Was there a key I missed...?" he muttered, racking his brain for every possible answer.

As he walked into his room, he saw you with the gift in your hands.

"(Y/N)!" he called out, surprising you.

"Louis!" you breathed out, startled by his voice.

"Sorry. William asked me to bring some documents from your room, and my foot hit it while I was looking..." you explained, hugging your gift.

"Right," he muttered, feeling guilty as he looked away from you, unsure how to explain why your gift was stuffed under his bed.

"You have no idea what it is, do you?" you asked, making Louis frown in defeat.

"...No... I'm sorry..." he sighed, making you chuckle.

"Come on," you grabbed his hand with a grin on your face,

"I'll show you how to open it,"

You led Louis to the gardens, spreading the blanket over the grass.

Meanwhile, Louis carefully watched you, holding onto the chocolate as he tried to figure out what you were trying to do.

"Here," you reached out your hand as Louis gave you the chocolate, an excited glint in your eyes.

You raised the gift over your head, looking at the blanket.

Louis' eyes widened upon realization.

"(Y/N), stop-!" he reached out and grabbed your arm to stop you, but he was too late.

You smashed the chocolate over the blanket, revealing several little paper-folded hearts.

"Oh..." Louis breathed in relief, making you chuckle.

"It usually comes with a small hammer, but I thought writing "BREAK ME" was enough, and this was more fun! I guess it was too hard to read, huh?" you explained, gathering the paper hearts in your hand and sneaking some chocolate into your mouth.

"...I thought it was a design pattern," Louis sighed, moving every broken piece away from you as you snickered.

"You could have just asked. I wouldn't be mad,"

"It seemed rude..."

"Oh, please... Even I knew it looked wrong,"

"It had charm," Louis defended, popping some chocolate into his mouth.

"And it tastes superb,"

As you picked up the last paper heart, you grabbed Louis' hand and placed them all in his palm.

"Here," you took one out of the pile and opened it.

"This was your real gift," you smiled, giving him the note.

"To the man I couldn't imagine living this life without, I hope we have more years to come by each other's side."

"Pretty cheesy, huh?" you nervously laughed, looking away as your face grew warm.

Louis smiled at the note and neatly folded it, tucking it carefully into his pocket.

"No, it's perfect," he reassured, lifting your chin and kissing your cheek.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," he smiled, his fingers trailing down to your shoulder down to your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"For both gifts," he added, making you smile.

"You better have something good for White Day then," you teased, making him chuckle.

"I'm not sure if I can be on par with yours, but I'll try."

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