Pointless Regret -Albert James Moriarty x GN Reader-
!! TW !! : Mentions of using people, weapons, blood and death
Can be taken platonically and romantically I believe? Up to you to pick which you prefer
A/n: First post !! What a great way to start with some good old angst 😋 I don’t even know why I chose Albert first, he’s like my 3rd favorite
It was late into the rainy night, you were unable to sleep due to the constant tapping of the crystal clear drops as if they were seeking some sort of revenge on the window of your room in the Moriarty mansion. Not wanting to wake anyone up you gently turned the doorknob of your door, intending to go for a short stroll through the ill-lit mansion.
While focusing on your footsteps to make sure they were unheard a gap of light catches your attention, the source was from the room which was occupied by Albert. Your mind was coming up with all the differing possibilities of why he was still awake at this hour. Quietly approaching his door you wondered if it was truly alright to check up on him due to your concern, for he is the closest person to you from the group.
Three simple knocks were delivered on his door, you hear the familiar voice granting you permission to enter with the words “Come in.” You enter and spot Albert occupying a chair, staring out at the rain through a clear, glass window. His hazel hair appears to be more messy than usual, the papers on his desk matching them as they were disorganized and scattered all around.
Infatuated in how majestic he appeared under dim light you are quick to observe how Albert seems a bit more on edge than usual. He turns his head to fixate his sparkling emerald eyes on you, your attention diverts to his lips as he opens them and speaks in a slightly posh English accent. “Oh y/n it is you? What is it you need…?” You quickly snap out of the trance and reply, telling him it’s getting quite late and he should get some rest. Albert’s expression is one of confusion, “Why? Why would you care whether or not I sleep?” Although it sounded like a unorthodox question to ask, he was genuinely puzzled.
“Because I care about you, I care about your health,” you reply. “I’m sure you do, would you care to be more specific?” He asked, his voice consisted of a small amount of disdain as for being told to sleep. Despite that, Albert did not show it anyplace on his dimly lit face, his expression remained one of calm and impassive as the waters on a still lake.
After a few seconds Albert placed a finger to his lips in contemplation before looking back at you. “Why do you care?” He asked. “I care about you because you are my friend Albert, is it not the obvious?” You reply, sounding slightly pissed. You are about to open your mouth again to make a remark but Albert speaks before you, “A wise man once told me, a friend only exists because of the utility they can provide.” He comments simply, the gaze in this eyes transforming into a hard and cold one. “What utility do I provide you?”.
You are slightly astounded by what he says, finally deciding to say “You really do not get it, do you…” You look down, furrowing your eyebrows, “Well, I suppose that means you are simply using me, care to explain what benefits you get from me?”.
The air felt tense, there was tension in the air as the conversation between you and Albert continued. Albert gives his answer to your question. “I know you are intelligent. I can feel your mind just pulsing, and I am not afraid to admit I’m drawn to intelligence like a moth to a flame.” He explains, holding out a one hand while his sharp perceptive eyes stare straight into yours.
Your expression is one of a bunch of commingled expressions, some including anger, annoyance and also… sadness. “Would you even care if I something was to happen to me?” You ask. “A life isn’t all that important. Does it bother you that I happen to value your mind more than your friendship?” Albert says simply, smiling and staring right at you, he was being completely honest.
“All life is in the end is a set of chemical and biological reactions. The fact that a human can even think about their own existence is irrelevant outside of our species. Do animals care if they die or if others in their species die? No. And so why should we be any different?” Albert comments, daring to look you in the eyes as he says it.
It feels as if a sword strikes you right in the heart, “I see… goodnight.” You stride out of the room without looking back and return to your own room, your current emotions matching the gloomy storm that is raging outside.
Albert sits in silence, his face suddenly taking on a darker expression. He stared into the night sky, his eyes darkening like a lightning bolt in a storm, and there was suddenly some sadness behind his eyes. Had he made a mistake by saying that? Had he lost a friend tonight? Should he go back and say something? No… no, he couldn't do that. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to trust his gut… but he couldn't help feeling he had made a mistake.
In the following mission, the goal was to get rid of a murderer. Albert was required to come as a colonel of the British forces, his role was to take the man back dead or alive. Due to that, it was only the two of you being sent on the mission.
You were mid battle with the man, you spot a bullet zooming towards Albert, at this rate it would pierce into him. Without a extensive amount of time to consider, you quickly attempt to stop the bullet. Leaping towards it, you manage to deflect the zooming bullet with the dagger in your hand, but during that your attention was too absorbed in stopping the bullet you had failed to notice a bullet traveling at a rapid pace towards you.
You send your dagger in the direction of the murderer, as you do so the bullet heading towards you was only a mere few centimeters away from your flesh. The moment seems to freeze as it comes to your realization there is no way of stopping it.
The bullet comes to impact with your skin, piercing right through your heart. You let out a cough of blood followed by a grim smile as you notice your knife had managed to strike your opponent right in the neck, rendering him unable to move. Your body no longer listened to your commands as it disobeys you, making you collapse beside Albert.
Albert looks down in surprise at you as you collapsed beside him, but he is quick to realize what you had done. He looked around wildly, searching for the shooter... he saw that you had managed to take him down, however. He stared at you for a moment in shock as his eyes widened slightly but he quickly recovered. “What happened!?” Albert exclaims in horror as he quickly drops to his knees, afraid of what was to come for you.
Albert’s eyes starting at you as his hands flew around your chest, searching for the wound. “I’m… glad, I could at the very least be of use to you… even if you don’t care.” You whisper while giving him a soft smile, you start to feel lightheaded as a pool of crimson expands around you rapidly.
“You’re… you’re not going to make…” Albert’s voice trails off, sounding very panicked as he gently holds you, staring down at you with tearful emerald eyes. “You're not going to make it, are you?” He says, his voice breaking as tears start to prick his eyes and threaten to fall from his face.
“But it’s fine, is it not? I’m truly glad you won’t be affected by this loss, and I was able to protect you, you don’t care if I were to pass away right?” You smile up to him, unable to return his embrace.
“No, it's not ‘fine’…” Albert whispers, crying more as he holds you carefully. “You were my friend... and now… I’m losing you…” Albert looks at you through his blurry vision thanks to his tears. “I- I'm so sorry I said those things to you the other night. I didn't mean it. I- I should never have said that to you!”.
Your lips curl into a bitter smile as your eyes slowly lose their light as your heart fails to continue thumping. Albert watching with regret as the life fades from your eyes, his own eyes filled with tears as he gently closed them. He gently held you close as you died in his arms, crying openly. His tears fell onto your face, wetting the cold, pale skin of your cheek.
Albert couldn't say a word, he could hardly even breathe. What was this feeling in his chest? This horrible, sick feeling. It was as if there was a hand inside his heart, squeezing and crushing it painfully within his chest. He is unable to understand and couldn't explain it, all he knew is that he felt like his heart was breaking.
Albert watched the light fade from your eyes with tears still streaming down his face. He held you for a moment longer before gently laying you down on the ground. He looked down at you quietly as he tried to stop himself from crying.
“I... I'm sorry...” He whispers softly as he placed his hand on your forehead and gently caressed your hair. He simply sat there for a moment as he tried to find the words he needed to say... “I... I'm so sorry…”.
No other words would come out, he wept silently.
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