#we only got whispers of her remarkably close relationship with albert

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Albert

" The sky is beautiful today, don't you think so? Albert" the young lady sat by a window, admiring the blue sky and the shining sun that was almost blinding to look at

" It certainly is a sight to behold" a short answer was all he could think of, not having anything to add. Letting the silence set for a while he asked something he was thinking about since breakfast " are you going to accept his proposal"

Yn turned around to look at him, wondering how Albert knew she was sent a proposal for betrothal " maybe, i still didn't think it through. And dad has been asking if I plan on marrying soon, he is itching for grandchildren. Plus he isn't half bad" she grabbed her cup that was resting on a table " why the curiosity?"

" Nothing special, just asking" after sipping his wine he looked at it as of it had the answers to life " do you think you will be able to help williams' plans if you are not available most of the time"

" I will have to make up some excuses but you should be pretty well off without me" she started looking at her nails. maybe she would get them filed, they got a bit too long " moneypenny can do an even better job then me, that woman is naturally beautiful. Isn't she your secretary? You two would look good together"

Ignoring your last remark Albert asked, trying to sound uninterested about the subject " who is the lucky guy? Perhaps a noble?" Even if the last question sounded like a joke it was feasible for it to be a possibility, given that the lady's father was a wealthy merchant with a long list of business contacts and connections to the nobility

She looked at him and lightly laughed " don't be silly!" Yn covered her mouth with her hands " it is papa's apprentice! Mark? He is a sweetheart. Papa likes him but he isn't too sure if he is going to be a good owner"

"He sounds like a lovely person." Albert gave a short answer and kept prying information "Does your father want you two married for any particular reason?"

" Oh he wants a male heir if he dies because I wouldn't be able to inherit his business and mark is the best thing he got " the lady leaned back on the chair " but let's change the subject! Tell me about that ball I couldn't go to"

Albert drank from his wine, knowing it was all he could get from you and simply moved on to the new subject " it was ok but have you heard of what miss gray did" he knew by the look on your face nobody has told you yet " do you remember the count of timester?"

Some time passed between gossip and anegdote and tea time ended and you had to go to the house of one of your aunts because of family business. Before your carriage set off you managed to yell something to Albert

" Albert I forgot my dad's papers at the table! Please give it to him" even as your voice got further away and it was harder to hear you he managed to understand it

Albert looked at the paper and the envelope that laid on the table, something about how a new product was selling and a report about if it was necessary to have a certain number of articles on stock.

The oldest moriarty sighed " well, i guess this is a good way to meet her father" tucking the papers under his arm he went to the market " I think i can remember where YN's Father's market is"

Albert went to the store walking, hoping not to call much attention. After some time he arrived at the shop, it had mainly foreign products like spices, fabrics and jewelry. Albert approached one member of the staff that was putting goods on the shelves

" Can I talk to the owner" Albert's deep voice resounded in the empty store, making the cashier jump and drop one roll of ribbons. After the scared look on his eyes albert clarified his intentions " i have some papers for him"

After the clarification the cashier seemed relaxed " oh yes, he is writing down the sales of this month, I will let him know you are here. He gets cranky when anybody enters his office, even his daughter knows better"

And with that the cashier left to notify the owner. It wasn't long before he returned to Albert to guide him to a dark wood door. The cashier returned to the from of the shop in case a customer arrived after albert knocked on the door

" Enter" a raspy voice order, when Albert entered he saw a man looking towards the opposite direction so he couldn't see Albert " YN, darling, you brought the pa- you are not my daughter" the graying man looked at Albert with distrust " who are you?"

"I'm not your daughter but she asked me to bring this to you, sir" Albert reach out for a handshake that mister YS answered

" What is your relationship with my daughter" his voice sounded passive aggressive

" sorry where are my manners? My name is Albert James Moriarty, a close… friend of YN" Albert remarked bitterly the world friend

" Moriarty?" Her father took a puff of his cigarette " it sounds familiar, tell me more"

" Well our family's manor burnt down when we were children. Maybe that is what you heard? I also entered the military early. Maybe that is why my surname sounds familiar?"

"Mh, I guess" FN wasn't sure that is why he remembers the surname but didn't worry a lot about it " you said you brought the reports, give them to me"

" Yes sir" albert gave the papers and the envelope and walked to the door

"Son, could I ask you to stay a bit longer? I would like for you to return some papers to my daughter after I finish with them" albert then walked in again, flipping through some books and past month reports

" sir I think there might have been a mistake on the report" YN father looked at him

" Why do you say that?" Albert got near to him with the book, there was a register of the cost of exporting certain products to the shop

" the price of this product per unit was normal but this month it seems to have grown three times the cost of past month" albert put both registers side by side and he was right, the price triplicated from past month to this

" You are right, I will have to have a little chat with daniel about his prices" YN father told from his desk and grabbed one envelope, inside put a letter that was laying inside one drawer and sealing it with green wax " give this to my daughter, don't open it" and he left the envelope on Albert's hands

Albert left the shop, and walked to the moriarty state, he was about to enter the manor when he heard the horses. Turning around he saw the carriage a few meters away from the entrance and saw you drag your skirts towards the main door after thanking the coachman.

" YN" he called when you where near him

" You could give father the papers? I hope you didn't have to go too out of your way for it"

" Please, don't worry. I had to do some things at the center too so it was by my way" he lied, he didn't have to do anything in the center of near the commercial zone but he wanted to be helpful to her one way or another " before I forget, your father sent you this" and he handed her the envelope

She looked at the envelope for a minute, and then smiled at him, a light blush on her cheeks " albert after dinner could we talk about something?" Her blush seemed to grow as she continued the sentence but Alber didn't seen to notice it and simply agreed thinking she wanted to talk about her future engagement

The dinner was cooked by louis, as always. Nobody had anything to say so the only noise was the one made when the silverware against the plate and the glasses being put down on the table. The time passed and everyone finished eating and fred went to the kitchen to clean the plates, after that everyone left to their rooms but albert and YN went to the living room

"Well, YN, what did you want to share with me?"

" Given that love is in the air, albert, do you have a liking for any young lady?" Her smile was smug

Albert took a breath before answering " I do indeed" he leaned back into the sofa getting more comfortable " but sadly my affections doesn't seem to be reciprocated"

" Oh, I feel for you albert" YN Empathized with albert, even more so now that it was certain he didn't have feeling for her. Noticing her vision getting blurry she grabbed the envelope and opened it, taking the first paper she could get her hand on and faking reading it, as an excuse as to why she was about to cry

Albert seemed to notice the tears falling down her cheeks to the paper " what happened?"

Trying to find a credible excuse YN said what came first to her mind " papa found a man who he likes better, and I like him too, but he doesn't seem to like me" YN left the letter in the table and laughed dryly " i guess we both are lovelorn" after finishing the sentence one tear fell down her cheek

Albert looked at the letter, it was empty " you are lying to me" he grabbed it " it is empty, now why are you crying. We are friends"

Those words caused her to cry harder " it is nothing albert, really" and she dried the tears with her sleeve

Albert knew she wouldn't tell him so he started thinking "Tears pooled in your eyes before reading the card…" suddenly it hit him " are you crying because I like someone else?" YN didn't look up from her lap " YN. Do you like me?"

" What does it matter if I do or not? You already have an interest on someone" YN crossed her arms

Albert sat up from the sofa and walked to the loveseat she was on " Well, I would like to know" he sat down next to her " it would be uncomfortable to start a courtship because I misunderstood your intentions"

YN (e/c) eyes went wide and her face red " don't mess around with me because of pity" she grabbed a pillow and try to hit albert but he grabbed the pillow

" Tell me,YN do you like me?" He was looking straight into her eyes, even if she denied it he would know she was lying to him

YN groaned " yes, i do like you. I made a fool of myself, happy?" She turned her head to not see him

" Happier than ever" albert grabbed YN's chin and kissed her. His lips were soft against her own and tasted like tea and wine " I would like a summer wedding" he whispered and sat up and went to his room

" Did-" yn touched her lips as if wondering it happened

" Yes, he did" moran walked to the main door

" What are you doing here"

" I slipped out of my room to go to the bar but you two were making a whole ass romantic movie." Moran grabbed his coat that he left hanging on a chair " oh, and I'm the best man. Bye" and he left to go drunk cheap booze

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Nightmares // Julian Albert x Reader

Summary: You had noticed Julian's recent nightmares and were attempting to wait for him to come to you to talk about it. Though, when he refuses to tell you what's going on you mind tells you what must've happened and your reaction puts you in grave danger. Word count: 2,038 Warnings: mentions of cheating and sex, implied sexual harassment --- Julian just wanted to leave everything that happened with Alchemy in the past. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He thought when the Philosopher's Stone was gone he could just move on. Except it wasn't that easy. Every night he had nightmares of all the people he hurt, of savitar's voice inside his head. You had been noticing he was acting strange but he never told you what was troubling him. It was unlike him to not tell you what was wrong, for the past two years you'd been together he told you everything. You knew that it must be something he's not ready to discuss if he hasn't told you yet. You wanted to know but you didn't want to pry. You made sure to constantly tell him that you'd be there to listen as soon as he is ready to talk about it. It pained you to see him hurting and to know that he was bottling up all of his emotions. You felt him jolt awake and could hear his heavy breathing. You turn on your side to face him and see him sitting up, elbows to his knees, and head in his hands. You hear light, quiet sobs escaping from his mouth and your heart breaks to see him like this. You sit up and run a hand up and down his bare back, not saying anything and just letting him calm down. He begins to relax at your touch but you can still feel the tension in his muscles. You place a hand on his forearm and he pulls his head from his hands to look at you. "Do you want to talk about it," you ask lightly while sliding your hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers. "No," he chokes out, fiddling with your fingers. "I just want to forget about it." "You can't forget about it by keeping everything in," the hand you hand on his back moves to his cheek, he melts into your palm and looks into your eyes. "I don't want things between us to be ruined," he says just above a whisper. Your heart sinks, you don't know what he did but by the sounds of that it's not good. There are few things that could jeopardize the relationship you two have and your face falls when you think about what he could've done. When the thought crosses your mind you remove your hands from him and place them in your lap. You just stare at them and try to fight the urge to cry, even though tears are filling your eyes. At first he is confused at your change in demeanor, then he realizes the only thing that could be going through your head. "No, no, no," he quickly grabs your hands. "It's not that, I didn't cheat on you. I swear on my life." "You have been gone a lot of nights recently," you say. "How can you explain that?" He sighs, "I can't." The first tear falls from your eye. "Okay," you choke before getting up and out of bed. "Where are you going?" Julian asks, concerned, as you put on a shirt and some leggings. "To clear my head," you say while putting on a cardigan and boots. "Y/N, listen, you have to believe that it wasn't that." "I can't Julian," you snap and you can see him tense up. "You haven't been around most nights, you won't tell me what's going on with you, when was the last time we even had dinner together? And I can't even recall the last time we had sex so it wouldn't surprise me that your getting it from someone else," all your sadness had turned to rage, you cross your arms and lean onto your hip. "Please, just believe me," he looks up at you with his bright blue, puppy eyes. A look that use to make you do anything, but not now. "I'll believe it when you prove it," you go to walk out the bedroom door. "Y/N it's 3 a.m. It's not safe to be walking around the city." You ignore him and just keep walking, you make sure to slam the door of your apartment shut. You stand in the hallway for a moment. Waiting to hear Julian's footsteps coming after you but they never come. You shake your head and head for the stairs, that's enough for you to prove you're right. --- Julian wakes up the next morning and sees you're still not home. He wanted to go after you when you left but seeing you walk away broke him. He couldn't move or speak, all he could do was sob and sob. He cried himself to sleep and woke up to his pillowcase still damp from his tears. He did his best to pull himself together and get ready for work. He couldn't hide that his eyes were red, puffy, and bloodshot and he didn't even have the energy to fix his hair. He just put on some clothes and left for the precinct. When he got to the lab he was surprised to see Barry already there. He would've made a snarky remark about Barry being early for once in his life but he couldn't even muster up enough energy for that. He just went straight to his desk, saying nothing. Barry looked at him for a second, awaiting the snarky remark he undoubtedly deserved. It never came, Julian immediately pulled out some files and got to work. Barry tilted his head in confusion, that's when he noticed it. He could tell Julian had been up all night, he could see he'd been crying and that his normal scowl was more of a saddened pout. "Hey, Julian are you okay?" Barry asks. "I'm fine, Allen," he replied, except Barry could tell by his tone he was indeed not fine. Before Barry could say anything Joe runs into the room. "Barry we need you to head down to a crime scene and Julian I need you to come with me." Barry knowing Julian was having a rough day thought maybe solving a case would lighten him up. "I think Julian should head down to the scene," he says. "He's a better CSI." "No, I need him to head over to the hospital with me." "Hospital?" Julian stands up. "Why?" Worry starts to fill his voice, the only thing running through his head is you. Joe lets out a sigh, "It's Y/N, she got hurt last night. She was found just a little over an hour ago, it was bad. Barry needs to go look at the crime scene and Julian you should see Y/N. I can explain more to you on the way." Julian feels sick to his stomach as Joe told him the whole story during the car ride to the Central City Hospital. It happened barely two blocks from your apartment building. All the police knew so far was that you had been pulled into a back alley and were stabbed. The only thing keeping her from bleeding out was the switchblade remaining lodged in her stomach. That was all the knew, they hadn't gotten a statement from you yet. When you were found you were out cold and all the anesthetics are continuing to keep you that way. Julian feels the air knocked out from his lungs when he steps into your hospital room. The sight of your weak, limp body would surely be enough to cause him to break down again, but there were no tears left in him. "I'll give you two your space," Joe rests a hand on Julian's shoulder before exiting the room. Julian stands in the doorway, mouth hanging a gap for a few moments before walking towards you. He sits in a chair next to your hospital bed and takes your normally warm hand in his, shivers go up his spine when he feels how cold you are. He sighs running his free hand through his hair. "I'm so sorry, Y/N," he breathes out. "This is all my fault," he shakes his head before taking your hand in both of his. "I swear as soon as your up I'll explain everything," he rests his head on your hand. "I'll make this better, I promise," a tear slips down his cheek. "I'm so sorry," he repeats over and over again. --- An hour passes, Julian's head still rests on your hand. "So, this is Y/N?" He hears a voice in the doorway ask. He looks up to see Barry leaning on the door frame. He nods before turning back to her. "You've never mentioned her." "In case you haven't noticed I don't consider you a close friend, do I, Allen?" He remarks, eyes fixated on your features. "What did you learn from the scene?" "Well, she was found around six, from the looks of the scene and the wound she must've been stabbed around five," Barry explains. "That makes no sense," Julian shakes her head. "She left at three, the scene was only two blocks from our apartment it wouldn't take her two hours to get there." "Maybe she was walking back," Barry suggest. "No, I know where she was going and she wouldn't go by the alley where she was found." "I guess we just have to wait until she wakes up to know what happened in that time gap. I'll leave you two alone until then," he says before leaving the room. Julian caresses your face, "What happened to you?" He whispers. He studies your face. He notices your eyes rapidly moving while shut, just as they would if you were having a nightmare. Your breathing picks up, your chest moving up and down frantically. Your heart rate steadily goes up and sweat begins to trickle down your face. Julian grows worried at the sight, not knowing what to do, if he should wake you up or not. You start to mumble something, "Don't touch, don't touch me," you repeat, getting louder. You jolt awake panting. "Y/N," Julian places a hand on the small of your back. "No!" You shout causes him to back off. "Don't touch me," you bury your head in your hands, starting to cry. "Love, what happened," he quietly asks. "He was so scary," you choke out. "Who?" He asks but you stay silent. "Baby, who was it?" "I don't know," your voice is a whisper, you hug your knees into your chest. "It was dark and I was blindfolded," the tears stream down your face. "And then-then-" you couldn't finish the sentence. Julian can already put two and two together. "Y/N, I'm so sorry this happened," he says, ashamed of himself. He knows this is all his fault, he should've just told you the truth from the start. "This is all my fault," he hesitantly places a hand on you back. He can feel your body shake as you cry. "I should've told you what was going on." "Julian, I don't care to think about that right now," your voice is muffled due to the fact your head is still buried in your knees. You turn your head so your cheek is resting on your knee and your facing him, except you can't make eye contact. You take one of his hands in yours, your grip weak. "Can you just lay with me?" Your voice is almost as weak as your grip. "Anything, love," he says before crawling next to you on your small hospital bed. You rest your head and a hand on his chest. You sigh as you grasp and release the material of his shirt. Your mind is filled with the memories that will forever be embedded in your brain. You screaming and fighting, trying to escape but nothing worked. Then, Julian's arms wrap around you and suddenly you feel safe again. "I'll never let anything like this happen again," he speaks, softly. "I promise," he whispers before kissing the top of your head. "I love you." Julian smiles at your words, glad that even though there's some damage you're here. You're safe in his arms. "I love you, too."