Sherlock One shots and Imagines

Night at the Opera - Part 1 - Sebastian Moran x Reader

Now I know Sebastian Moran wasn't really in the show, but because he is in the books and is Moriarty's right hand man, I decided to give him an imagine in this book. And because I absolutely adore Michael Fassbender, he has always been my choice for the character. I hope you enjoy.

Sebastian huffed under his breath as he drove down to Covent Gardens. Or should that be grumbled and groaned. Admittedly not loud enough for Jim to hear. But loud enough so that he could remind himself that he really wasn't happy to be there.

This wasn't the first time that he had taken his boss down to the Royal Opera House. Wasn't the first time that he had had to dodge all the other theatre goers, as they made their way to see the ballet or an opera. But it was the first time that Jim was forcing him to go and actually watch a performance. And Seb wasn't happy about it, not happy at all.

The Colonel had never been one for all that "warbling", as he saw it. Not one for sitting there and listening to people sing at him for two to three hours in languages that he couldn't completely understand. But this time, Jim had insisted that he come with him, rather than just wait in the car like he normally would. This time he wanted his right hand man to see what all the fuss was about.

The hitman knew that his boss had been delighted with the idea of being able to back this particular show. Delighted that he had been allowed to go and see the rehearsals, and everything behind the scenes. That he had been able to meet the performers and have a say on the show. And now that it was opening night of the highly anticipated performance of the Magic Flute, James had his chest puffed out with pride. Puffed out even more than it normally was. And Seb could only think that that was why Jim was making him go. So that he could bask in his glory. And despite hating the idea of the whole thing, Seb knew that he had very little choice other than to comply with his bosses wishes. Yet what made it worse, was that he was having to wear a tuxedo. The black bowtie around his neck feeling like it was strangling him. The hitman constantly having to run his finger around his collar to try and stop it from tightening.

"Leave it alone!" Jim exclaimed from the backseat. Seb's eyes flying up to look in the rear-view mirror.

"You have been doing that the entire trip. You won't make a good impression with a dirty collar." Jim continued. Sebastian's brows furrowing in confusion at the strange comment. Though he was not in the mood to question the remark. Or complain about being spoken to as if he were a child. The devilish twinkle in his boss's eyes, telling the ex-colonel that Jim was up to something, and that it would be better to just go with the flow. That he would have to sit through the performance.

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The opera house was packed. The great and good of the capital all dressed to the nines, as they milled around waiting for the buzzer to sound so that they could take their seats. All of them quaffing glasses of the best champagne, as they chatted about the up coming show. And in particular about one woman. A woman that Seb could only presume was one of the performers.

"How do you think they got her.............?"

"I don't know, but it is quite a coup............."

"I know, I thought that she was already performing in Lisbon......."

"Did you see her performance of Lascia ch'io pianga in Rome..........?"

"No. But I did see her Il dolce suono in Barcelona. It was quite magnificent....."

"Yes, but her O mio babbino caro in New York literally brought tears to my eyes............"

"I can only imagine what she will do as the Queen of the Night.........."

Seb couldn't help but find himself roll his eyes at all the gushing praises of those around him. The big man sure that one singer couldn't be all that good. And that no matter what everyone around him was saying, all this was just going to sound like every other operatic piece of music he had ever heard when Moriarty had had it blasting through the house. High pitched warbling.

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Seb yawned for what he was sure must have been the hundredth time since the lights in the theatre had dipped. The hitman leaning up against the corner of the private box and wondering whether Jim would notice if he were to fall asleep. But as a sudden rumble of heavy thunder filled the auditorium, Seb found himself sitting bolt upright. His eyes focused completely on the stage, as a woman appeared in a gown that looked like a star studded night sky. Her presence on stage also drawing the eyes of everyone else in the house. Seb finding it impossible to look away. Whoever she was, she was commanding. Her aura appearing to fill the entire stage. The colonel suddenly deciding that a night at the opera might not be a bad thing after all. And hoping that he could get his boss to introduce him to the beautiful vision, after the show. But if Seb had thought that he had lost his heart when she had stepped foot onto the stage, when she had begun to sing, the hitman had felt his heart physically quake in his chest. The exquisite sound filling the entire theatre. Filling not only his ears, but also his soul.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Jim said, his voice just audible over the music. Seb not really sure if he should say something or not.

"What? Who?" The hitman finally replied, trying to pretend that he hadn't noticed the beauteous woman on the stage. Or that he had been so affected by her.

"My Queen of the Night. She is truly perfect, isn't she?" Jim responded. His eyes refusing to leave the breathtaking creature that made the heavens appear ugly in comparison.

"Oh.......er........yeah boss. Perfect." Seb affirmed, once again trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Trying to keep his pounding heart, quiet. Sure, that it could be heard over the sound of the orchestra.

"But wait until you meet her in person, Sebastian. In person, she is quite ethereal." Moriarty cooed. A soft smile kissing not only the consulting criminal's lips, but also the hitman's. Seb not able to wait for the end of the performance, but now it was for a very different reason.

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The entire audience clapped, as each of the performers took their place on the stage and bowed. But as the Queen of the Night stepped forward to accept her accolades, every person in the crowd got to their feet. The cheers of brava and bravissimo filling the air. Seb finding himself shouting out just like everyone else. His hands sore from clapping. His cheeks pained from smiling, as the diva curtsied with all the grace of a prima ballerina. The ex-colonel's stomach tying itself in knots as he saw her smile.

"We are going backstage." Jim told Seb, as the heavy curtains on the stage finally closed. The hum of the audience now the only thing to be heard, as they rose from their seats and made their way out of the theatre.

"I am going to introduce you to (Y/n)." Jim continued, as he got to his feet. His Irish lilt sounding softer and sweeter as he said the woman's name. Seb just hoping that this (Y/n) was the woman that had already captured his heart.