Hihi! I wanted to request how Albert or William react to NB (non-binary) reader being smarter then them if that’s alright! Enjoy your writing btw, and have a nice day!
BEWITCHING BRILLIANCE - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER
Warnings : a little suggestive towards the end, mentions of blood and death, this is not proofread, reader identifies as non-binary!
Genre : fluff <3
Word count : 0.6K words
Additional notes : Hi nonnie! Thank you for requesting something lighthearted like this; it’s just what I need during my days at uni🫠 I chose Albert for this since I get a LOT of requests for William, and I like to change things up a bit. I always write my reader as gender-neutral unless requested otherwise, so I always use they/them pronouns anyways. Still, I added a heads-up at the start that they identify as non-binary, just for clarification. Hope you enjoy this, and have a lovely day as well!💗
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Albert’s got the subtle kind of genius; the kind that not many people spot at first glance
To others in the ‘Ton and even to commoners, he’s known as the nobleman who’d climbed through the ranks in spite of all adversities, earning himself multiple titles and a reputation that rivaled no one’s
His charm and ability to win anyone over with a flash of his smile was something incredible in an of itself, and only played to prove just how skilled he was at handling all social situations
That cunning of his that lied within his social skills allowed him to puppeteer people as he wished, playing them to his tune and forcing them to do his bidding without ever making it seem like it was anything but their fully conscious choice
The fact that they somehow managed to slip past his sneaky plans and see through him was something that had him quirking his eyebrow in amusement and shock
They had his attention the moment they defied his subtle commands laced through his honeyed words, and it was only natural for his curiosity to pique
As time went by, he found himself drawn to their brilliance that shown through every idea and thought of theirs that they shared with him, a very eager listener
Proud as he was, Albert was self-aware enough to realize that they were far smarter than he was, the subjects they discussed whenever they met up just barely brushing the surface of the well that is their intelligence
When they started courting each other, he made it very clear that he intended to treat them not only as an equal, but also someone he genuinely looked up to and would trust implicitly with their advice in decisions and choices
Their wisdom is something he looks out for, seeking their opinion and guidance whenever they could give it—and he never does it with any manipulative intent, because he knows that they would easily pick up on it if he ever dared try to con them into it
However, if he ever decided (after lots of lengthy discussions with the entire gang) to let them in on their plans, they were more than likely to agree and chip in with their help whenever they could provide it
A small part of Albert was selfish enough to want to keep them away from staining their hands with the blood of the fallen; if he could protect their innocence in that respect then he would do anything for it
He also dislikes the prospect of making it seem like he’s using them for his own gain, so he’d rather keep their “help” to a minimum
After all, he loves to revel in the privacy of their conversations together, late at night with the lamplight oil burning low and the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on their faces
And if their eyes grow hooded and their smiles more languid as the conversation flowed between them and the words lingered in the warm air, then he would absolutely take them to bed for a proper show of appreciation of their incredibly attractive intellect, and a confession of just how damningly captivating he found them
He’s not much up for challenging them in terms of smarts, given that he’d much rather learn from them than go head-to-head with them, but he’s certainly up for tempting them twice as much with his lips in other ways he knows he reigns superior in
Albert has a Polaroid camera he uses all the time but he only takes pictures of people who are never looking at the camera because he believes that candid moments are better than anything staged.
his favorite photos that he’s taken are:•Romeo staring into a field of flowers •Finch setting up fairy lights for Medda’s outdoor celebration•Race laughing•Jack painting in the penthouse•Crutchie doing a handstand on top of a package of papes in the middle of Newsie square
