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angelkurenai · 4 years

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Worth it - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Title: Worth it

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: hey, do you write for sebastian stan? because if so, here’s my request: sebastian say on a talk show that he have a crush on a singer and would love to meet her, and her manager contact him to be in her new music video! if you decides to write it, thank you x

“Speaking of- of fans and how passionate they can get about something, I think we can all agree that when it comes to finding things, no matter how hidden, they're masters at it, right?” Conan asked, pausing for a moment as the audience cheered and clapped, he looked at Sebastian who nodded his head with a small laugh “Like, the FBI should just fire all their staff and hire fans because they put even Sherlock Holmes to shame!”

“You can't hide a single thing, if it's out on the net.” he said “And they're fast too! Sometimes I have to spend hours looking for the most simple thing, like a good recipe for pasta, and you'll see them dig up tweets from ten years ago in five minutes!”

“I know right?” Conan laughed a bit “I mean, personally I don't mind to be honest. But it's like, before you know it,videos of you from the '90s come up on your feed again and the naked pictures you took in the 2000s reposted again for everyone to admire your-” but he stopped, giving a look to the audience who cheered a little bit too loudly, some even laughing “Oh you sick per- I didn't mean that!”

“You-” Sebastian tried to hold his laughter, frowning as if to look more serious “You're talking about yourself here right?”

“I-” Conan stifled a laugh “Well, yeah. I usually embarrass myself and not the guest unless you have something to share with us now Sebastian.”

“I-” Sebastian cleared his throat, shaking his head “No, I'm good. I think I'm good, no need to give Mackie more info. Although I feel like after this interview-” he couldn't help but crack a smile “My social media accounts will be... attacked to say the least. Who knows what they'll dig up.”

“Now that you've mentioned it, well technically I did but it's easier to blame you because I can't lower myself any further than I already have in this show-” Conan pause, once more narrowing his eyes at the audience who laughed “Whose side are you on?” he shook his head dramatically “Anyway, where were we? Oh yes, remembering our sinful pasts.” that earned more laughter from both the audience and Sebastian “And speaking of that, I wanted to tell you, that there is this account that's called “Sebastian Stan doing things.” are you aware of that?”

“I mean, yeah, it's called my life.” he said with a small smile, earning a chuckle.

“There are accounts like this for other celebrities and while we were going through this account we noticed one major difference from the other ones: It was filled with posts of you that were actually very rare. According of course to the comments because it's not like we stalk you or your social media or anything. I definitely don't have posters of you shirtless around my room or anything.” Conan scoffed, shrugging casually and earning more laughter, continuing after a couple seconds “But there was this particular video of an interview of you and during that interview you got to talk about uhm your favorite singer...?”

It ended mostly as a question only meant to ask Sebastian in a way if he remembered it. It certainly didn't take more than half a second before the man was laughing in embarrassment, head hanging low as he could feel the nervousness settling in. Maybe he couldn't remember the entire interview per se so he couldn't remember if it was as embarrassing as he feared – not that he had much hope, he had been told plenty of times by his friends that he lost control when it came to you and his obvious admiration for you – but that didn't mean that this one wasn't going to be. If anything he was 100% sure that this one would be even worse. But he nodded his head anyway and spoke.

“I uhm. Yes, yes I think I know which one you're talking about.” he said, finally looking Conan in the eyes.

“Well-” the man couldn't hold back a laugh at the silent plea in Sebastian's eyes to not speak up further because it honestly was too funny and in the end spoke again “It's good thing, really, because I was watching it and I have to say this, that I realised early on, you are a big (Y/n) fan, aren't you?”

“I'm... somewhat.” Sebastian cleared his throat and avoided eye-contact only because he knew that was a big fat lie that anyone could see right through.

“Somewhat? Alright, let's- How about we take a look at a small clip of the entire thing, yes?”

“So the Grammys happened last night and you guys didn't mis on the opportunity to do a live. Anthony let me tell you that Beyonce can't compare to you.” the interviewer looked at Anthony and Sebastian who laughed “You singing along to her will forever be remembered. Just like Sebastian's own mini concert. One we didn't really expect, to be honest, because you seemed to know the lyrics real well. Given that it is (Y/n)'s newest song. I wonder, is there even a moment you hesitated?”

“Oh sister you've seen nothing. The real question should be: Is that how you're on a daily basis? And I'll tell you, calmly: Fucking hell no! He doesn't shut up about (Y/n) or how amazing she is, how funny and how sweet, how great of an artist she is or even singing her songs!”

“I'm not... that bad. It's not like- I mean it is mostly the shower!” Sebastian defended himself “And besides that, she isan incredible artist! She puts her heart and soul into every song and, come on, you saw her performance too! (Y/n) nailed it and she was worth every grammy and every win of last night.”

“The neighbors ain't gonna think so, though.” Anthony muttered “very time she won, you'd hear Sebastian nearly screaming 'Yes!' at the top of his lungs. Don't deny it, don't! Just don't even try to, I have proof and I'm sure the entire neighborhood will come to as witnesses to the court.E”

“Is that so? Well, interesting to know. See, I was actually going to ask you Sebastian: what was the most say memorable moment and, say, your favorite one but I'm guessing it's-”

“(Y/n)” he laughed a bit shyly after his too-fast-and-honest response “I mean-” he shrugged a bit “(Y/n) is simply, how can I say it, (Y/n). And she's incredible, it's impossible to not be in awe and not to admire the woman simply for who she is and for how wonderful she is as a singer too. She manages to make people, me included, feel so many things with the way she sings, her words and voice could just as easily be out of this world. And it's not just her voice, there is all this raw emotion coming out on her face, in her eyes, as she sings that you can't help but feel it too as you get pulled in. I mean, even her videos can leave you speechless, easily compared to some of the greatest movies I've seen. I swear I've cried more times during her songs and videos than I have ever before in my life. She's got this-”

“Friendly advice: Stop him here, he could go on for hours. He has done it before!” Anthony warned.

The interviewer laughed and nodded her head “Noted. So Sebastian, I'm taking it you could also say you're a fan then?”

“I'm-” he looked carefully at the camera “... Maybe? Well, yes, obviously yes. Alright.” he ended up adding after a good few seconds of silence “Gosh I know that if this ever gets out on the net, I'm not gonna hear the end of it from my friends.”

“I might be playing a dangerous game here but, may I ask why?”

“And that-” Conan paused for a moment to let the crowd applaud “Is only the beginning. We don't have much time but the interview kept on for much longer, yes? And you get to talk about her and your admiration for much much longer, correct?”

“Yes.” Sebastian cleared his throat nervously “That would be the case, yes. See although we were also talking about the movie too, she was mentioned many times because it was relevant to the topic.”

“Yes, for you. Because, and I say again I've watched the whole thing, Anthony was speaking about the movie too but he didn't bring her up every 5 seconds.” he looked him dead serious in the eyes, which earned a nervous awkward laugh from Sebastian and laughter from the audience.

“Come on man, it-” he chuckled, head ducking almost shyly “I wasn't' that bad. Just give me a break.”

“But I'm not even exaggerating here! People will think that just because I'm a drama queen that I'm somehow making things up but, and the video is up now on channel for you to watch, I'm completely serious. Do you- See you spoke a lot about her and clearly had a lot to say about her, we don't blame you. Who can? (Y/n) is indeed incredible and an amazing singer. But do you know how many times you said her name for real?”

“Uhm.... no?” he asked slowly “I- I think it was plenty of times because I'm a big fan, I can't help it-”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Conan teased him, unable to hold his laughter “I would have never guessed!”

“Come on man. Stop it.” he said but only in a low voice, the awkwardness and embarrassment growing with each minute passing by. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck “I mean-” he dared look Conan in the eyes “There are so many fans of hers worldwide, why embarrass me out of all of them the most?”

“You are our guest tonight though.” Conan chuckled “If anything, I'm pretty sure Anthony said at some in the interview – and you should all go ahead and watch it- that you are more than just a fan. He went s far as to say that she's your celebrity crush. No?”

“I-” he started but cleared his throat, shifting in his seat and look at him with a tight smile.

“And the fact is also verified by Chris Evans in another interview, which our amazing staff found. That one by chance, mostly, but it was well worth it.”

“By chance. I'm starting to believe both Mackie and Evans pushed those videos forward to you or something.”

“We shall forever wonder.” Conan chuckled “But besides that, crush or not – a question you skillfully voided answering – you are quite the fan. Yet you don't know how many times you mentioned her, at all?”

“No, no of course I didn't keep track. Seriously I have no idea.”

“Really? Because, Sebastian, you said her name 18 times.” he paused only for two seconds to let the crowd cheer and applaud while Sebastian laughed even more nervously than before “Like, I kid you not, I counted. I even made the rest of the staff count. It was 18 times. In just one interview. What do you have to say about that?”

“Well... I might be a really big fan?” he suggested slowly and with a smile that could only be described as awkwardly cute but it did the job of making the crowd laugh.

“You might Sebastian. You might.” Conan laughed “But seeit surprises me that, you are a celebrity yourself, you're well-known and famous and really successful and despite having all that and despite being such a big fan, despite admiring her for years, you have yet to meet her, correct?”

“Well, seeing how I am still alive, I have not met her yet no. Though, as everyone that knows me is already well aware of, I'd really love to one day. Will I survive to tell the story? Probably no, but it will be worth it.”

Was it worth it though?

He kept asking the same question to himself over and over again ever since he got the phone call from his manager. And with it being two days now and the interview having been three days now, he couldn't help but feel like this was not real. It could not be, he had to be dreaming and yet try as he might to wake himself up he couldn't do anything about it. Maybe the way his stomach was tied in knots and his heart was beating so hard and fast, threatening to break free from his ribcage, and the way his mind felt so lightweight as if he couldn't even think straight was enough proof that this was very much real as much as it was a torture. A torture to feel all of that, a torture to wait, a torture to watch the minutes tick by without any news and in a maddening silence of a small room, a torture to feel this anticipation without a result with each passing second. It was all of that that made him wonder if it was worth it.

And all of that that answered the question as well. He was probably being overdramatic but even if it were for him to not survive meeting you, it would all have been well worth it.

It was all well worth it indeed, and even more than he imagined, when the door was pushed opened and the first thing he saw was your sparkling eyes, almost widening at first, and the beautiful albeit shy and nervous smile that got only bigger when you saw him.

It was all well worth it when you spoke to him, voice low and soft, sweet as honey “Oh gosh, I can't believe this is happening. I'm-” it was all well worth it when you laughed sheepishly “Hello, it's great to meet you at last! I'm (Y/n).”

It was all well worth it when he reached for your hand and took it in his with murmured words of his own and a smile that made his cheeks hurts. It was all well worth it when he felt that skip in his heartbeat.

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pendragonfics · 6 years

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Down Under

Paring: Mycroft Holmes/Reader

Tags: female reader, long-distance relationships, romance, cutesy, tooth-rotting fluff, Australian politics, Australian slang, swearing,

Summary: Reader, a London-native, is working away from home for the first time, in a whole new country. It's all very new, especially since today, there's a surprise in her room, according to her roommate.

Word Count: 2,614

Current Date: 2018-09-26

Sydney is nothing like London. Well, there’s still cabs, but they’re white, not black. There’re crosswalks linking pedestrians from one sidewalk to the other. But here the drivers more often than not don’t slow for those on them. There’re people here, but there isn’t Myc. You thought the move from home to the land Down Under would be easy - it was another continent. Australians spoke English. Most of the nuances were understood between the cultural differences.

But for once, you were on your own.

No Mum and her odd assortment of cats crammed into her country house on the outskirts of the city limits. No Sherlock and his antics every other afternoon. It was only you and your thoughts, and FaceTime every afternoon at five o’clock, and lots of paperwork.

The move to Sydney was to advance your career. A bold move, for a girl who came from nothing. A girl who had nothing before graduating with scholarships and better marks than ever seen before. That’s where you met him; the last year of studies at university, at a small party. You were in a dress salvaged from a friend of a friend, a nice afternoon tea dress from three seasons ago, he in a two-piece suit, holding the jacket over his arm, a plastic cup of warm beer in his hand.

Your mutual friend introduced you to one another. He was bored of everything already, and you, well, tried your best to not make a fool of yourself around the other people who smelt of old money and perfume from Côte d'Azur. You cracked a joke, and his façade broke, or, was it the beer that broke it? It didn’t matter. By graduation, you were inseparable, and while he climbed the ladder of government, you worked on your connections in the ecopolitical sphere.

Working in the British embassy was nice. But it wasn’t exactly what you wanted. It was…like a resume builder. Except, instead of working at Burger King for three years to get customer service as a tag on it, it was a whole new country. But it was fine. Good. Great, even. You wore a nice uniform, worked through people’s problems, and found solutions for your own. When you ran out of milk in your shared flat, you spent half an hour wandering on foot around Ultimo looking for a Tesco, but it wasn’t until you heard someone’s unmissable Aussie accent when it clicked that you needed a Coles. Or a 7-11 corner store. It felt strange to hear Australian voices on the radio stations in the break room, and the bus ride from the flat to work. The money was weird, too. Everything was cheaper than British pounds, but it would be hard to scrape enough of it by to buy necessities.

Five o’clock in the evening never came fast enough, especially today. You checked out of work, and on the walk to the train station – sometimes catching the train from the Quay was nicer than the buses that were engraved with everyone’s five-minute romance initials – you’d boot up your phone and hit call on Myc’s profile, and thread your earbuds into your ears in muted excitement. Just like now.

But when he’d usually pick up after three dials, it rang out. You frown, but you think nothing of it.

The robot recording of a woman reading the train times overhead haled the next train as if from thin air, and boarding, you sat amidst the rest of the sweaty bodies. Springtime here was nothing like home, and your stay in Sydney was for six months on probation, and up to two years if you worked well. But that meant two summertime’s, and if spring was anything to go by, you dreaded the oncoming heat. The one summer you spent with Mycroft in Barcelona – he was at a conference with the local Catalonian and Spanish officials – oh, that made you feel so warm, your skin felt heated as if from the bones out, your hair and clothes too heavy and hot.

When the doors opened at Central station, the people around you left the carriage like blood from an open wound. You followed suit, pocketing your phone. It was a little walk from the station, but, you took this time to clear your head. A whole day of talking to people, sorting problems out often left you with a head that felt like a fruit blender.

When you pass by the McDonalds, you take five minutes to order a coffee. When you walk by the university, you crane your neck up to see the ugly tower that looms over the city skyline. When your phone finishes its shuffled playlist, you realise you’d been using your roaming data the whole time and turn the phone to airplane mode in panic. Even though your apartment had a shoddy version of the National Broadband Network (“Not to be confused with the TV channel”, your roommate Blue would laugh, or, when she was in a bad mood, it was known as “the fuckin’ NBN”), mobile data was like a prized possession. You practically lived off public Wi-Fi.

Someone on the street corner of Broadway and Mountain is hustling flyers at unsuspecting pedestrians, shouting about the end of the world. You chuckle to yourself, evading the paper held to you that reads The End Is Near!; at least there were still fundamentalists over the globe. By the time you make it into your street, your feet are aching more than ever, and your shoulder weighed down by your handbag and all its contents.

Blue is in the main room when you unlock the front door; the kettle is boiling along to the sound of her meditation CD that’s playing from the machine beside the tiny TV. She’s in her yoga pants and a giant t-shirt that says RIDE FOR PRIDE with a motorcycle underneath surrounded by rainbow fire. Blue looks up from her Downward Dog when you place your keys in the bowl, a grin on her freckled face.

“You look too happy to be a pretzel.” You comment, kicking off your heels into the shoe rack by the door. You blink, noticing a pair of shoes that you hadn’t seen in the rack before; brown brogue-laced leather. “Blue…”

“There’s a surprise in your room, _________.” She winked, and, along with the sultry sounds of the meditation track, went up, and twisted into Monkey pose.

You make it to the stairs, and with every step, you’re not sure what you’re to expect. Has Blue’s nephew come over again for homework help with his mathematics? He never came over on weekdays, and today was a Thursday! And that didn’t explain the brogues at all! The door to your room is ajar, and pushing it all the way, your mouth goes dry. Eyes blink, unsure if this is just another of your vivid fantasies. Mind racing.

“_________! Love –,” Mycroft comes to you, steadying you on your feet. It’s then you know it’s real, because his hands are cool, and they stick to your warm skin. You’re speechless, but perhaps that is for the better, because at once, you drop your handbag to the floor, and push Mycroft further into your room, hands up, cradling his face.

“Oh my God, you’re real,” you whisper, words finally found. “I’ve missed you so, so, so much.” You sniffle, laying your head against his chest.

“_________, don’t cry,” he says, holding you close. His lips brush over your forehead, slow kisses, soft, like the wings of a butterfly on your skin. He’s wearing a suit, like always – it’s a blue which brings out his eyes, and the jacket is stitched with a tiny pattern of diamonds. And now its covered with splattering of your tears. “I didn’t come all the way over here to make my girlfriend cry.”

You chuckle at that. “But you did, Mr. Holmes.” You take a breath, and a seat on the side of your bed. “How did you get here – and I mean in my room.” Mycroft licks his lips, holding back a smile. He unbuttons his jacket, and sits beside you, leaving some space between you both.

“Your roommate Harleen found me loitering around near your verandah, and let me in. I assume it’s because she recognised me from your photos.” He frowned. “Does she always let in men she doesn’t know?”

You shake your head. “Harley – I mean, Blue – she’s more interested in Terry.” You blink, and remember Mycroft doesn’t know her as well as you do, “Uh, they’re a couple.” You feel a blush cover your face and place it in your hands. When you look up, you turn to your boyfriend, and address him. “So, why are you here, Myc?”

He blinks, perhaps disarmed by the wording of your question. But Mycroft is not the sort of man to be disarmed, and if so, not for long. “I heard your desperation in our last video chat,” he says, looking at his hands. They sit in his lap, empty.

“So, you took time out from your position in England, caught a plane –,” you stop yourself, and sigh. “I really should be grateful you’re here…it’s just that there’s never such a thing as a free lunch. Especially with you, Myc.”

“I –,” he stops himself, perhaps hearing the words he was to say in his head.

“Is it Sherlock? Or your position, do you need any help?” your voice rises with every question, “Your mother –,”

“It was me,” he replies, voice so very small. You’re suddenly aware that the both of you are not alone in the house, because it’s then when Blue’s meditation music plays a loud gong noise. “_________, I missed you.” He wipes a hand over his face, and you notice the slight hint of stubble threatening to appear. His eyes have bags that look heavier than your handbag. And they look sad. “I can’t believe that now, of all times, I realise how you feel all the times when I’m away for work, wherever it be. I took time from work, bought a ticket here – _________, you have no idea how much I missed you.”

“I think I can guess,” you whisper.

You lean over the bed to the fan that’s plugged into the wall. As soon as it is whirring to life, your skin begins to prickle with the welcomed sensation of goosebumps. Mycroft sheds his jacket, and moving toward him, you take hold of his tie. Under your fingers, it loosens.

It’s just like all the times in London when Myc would come to your place above the green grocer in Russel Square. You’d kick off your shoes, and he his, you’d ruffle his hair – to his dismay, but, you knew he liked it when you did it – and before you shut the curtains in your room, you’d loosen his tie. It was a ritual. A spell. And always, like always, the Mycroft who walked from the street would transform into the Mycroft who walked into your heart.

But this time, it’s too warm to do what you’d usually do after the tie comes off, and like two lovesick children, you lay beside him in the bed, wearing nothing but your underclothes. Mycroft looks so at home in your quaint bedroom, and it makes your heart swell.

It isn’t until your phone chimes – a message from your co-worker – that the fantasy of the situation breaks, and you’re back to everyday life. And you’re once again a bidding political advisor, and a lucrative socialite.

“When do you go back?” you whisper. Your breath is warm, and opening his eyes, Mycroft sighs.

“I have to fly back this Sunday.” He replies. “It’s a twenty-hour flight. I managed to pull some strings with the airplane, so I can try to stay longer than I would if I went commercially…”

You feel that melancholy return to you. It’d be only four – no, three days that you see him.

And then how long?

You’re not a needy person; Blue knew that. When she’d be watching Netflix as she wrote her column, you’d quietly drink your tea, when she’d have Terry and her friends from Darlinghurst over, you’d chat politely within their circle, complain about the ongoing strawberry scandal, try to understand the current situation of national politics (“I’m the Prime Minister, all I had to do to get the job was stab two other people in the back to get here!” one would say, and watching silently, you’d hear another two friends shout, just like Monty Python, “I am your Prime Minster!” – “Well I didn’t vote for him!”)

“I suppose that’s how it’s going to be, now,” you reply. “We’re like two kangaroos passing in the night on the highway.”

Mycroft frowns. “Is that a local expression…?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know. I just made it up. But if anything, what I know of Australian culture is that in making things up and going with them, it’s commonplace.” You laugh at that. “As much as I want to be happy you’re here, Myc, I can’t help but wonder if a shoe’s about to drop.”

He gathers you closer. If it weren’t for your fan, it would be too hot to be this near to one another. Mycroft plants a kiss on your forehead, and you kiss him back, but he moves at the last minute, and it lands upon his nose.

“I’m not here to break up with you, if that’s what you’re thinking, _________.” He murmurs.

It’s then when you’re startled away from Mycroft’s embrace, because Blue’s shouting up the stairs, “I’m making chili con carne for tea, _________!” You chuckle to yourself, as she goes on, “Is your hot businessman friend staying for dinner?”

You feel your cheeks heat up at that. But Mycroft’s the one who remedies it and grasping the railing that looks over the hallway – it felt so strange to have a loft bedroom – he calls out below, his British accent so different to Blue’s native Aussie twang, “Yes, the hot businessman is staying for dinner,” he says, a cheeky look on his face. He’s never been this relaxed in so long, and you let out a laugh at his wording. “But you can call me _________’s boyfriend.”

When he returns to the bed, you’re sitting up, pulling on your around-the-house shorts and Myc’s old sleepshirt he let you keep, shaking your head to yourself.

“What is it, love?” he asks, pulling his trousers back on.

You chuckle. “I’m always your girlfriend. You know, everywhere we go in London, to whomever we’re introduced to. Sherlock knows my name, but simply calls me ‘The Girlfriend’. But here…” you smile. “Oh-ho, the tables have turned, Myc! My boyfriend!”

He kisses your temple, and gathers your hand in his, and walks with you downstairs to where the smell of chili is wafting from. “Yes,” he admits, “I guess I am.”

Sydney is somewhat like London. There’re tourists everywhere, and the people who walk the streets who are locals don’t think twice about the knowledge they know. There are people here, like Blue and her friends and when you’re not working at the British Consulate, Blue and her friends take you to the most fantastic shows and places you wouldn’t find on your own. The beach is around the corner, and the ice-creams on Manley Island drip down your hands before they’re even scooped in their cones. Mycroft leaves every time he comes, but comes every four weeks or so, bringing his laptop, and plenty of free time to be with you.

Perhaps Sydney wasn’t so bad after all.

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artsy-jandi · 7 years

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Sebaka pt. 01

@sharingan-rasengan-chidori Erika, I have a present for you. =D

Sebastian and Erika. I ship them.

After that headcanon, I felt I had to add more to it since it felt incomplete to me. Since last year, I have been self-shipping myself with Sebastian secretly. I would even internally be scornful of girls pairing themselves with "my man", but I never went and attacked them over it as an anon, or non-anon, since I know Sebastian is not real. If I had, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself even after I apologized. I like my reputation as a sweet girl more than a fictious demon. I value my genuineness. When I was thinking about my crossover (the one I mentioned in my reblogged post after Erika posted my headcanon I shared with her), I jokingly thought up Sebastian whining up with Erika at the end of my story even though I already have an ending in mind. When Erika reblogged a "share your headcanons of me" post, I decided to share the one I thought up. She liked it enough to accept it as her love story for her and Sebastian.

So, here are my headcanons, or scenario, for Sebaka. The first third of the story. I originally wanted to post the entire thing. But seeing how much I have come up with in just three days, I think it would be better if I just posted them in parts.

Before They Married, Before the Adventure

- When Sebastian and Erika met; Erika thought she was dreaming, while Sebastian thought he whined up in the future of London since Erika does live there.

- Erika let Sebastian stay at her place, but they had to keep it secret since she still lives with her parents. Sebastian made that part easy for her being the demon he is.

- Erika introduced modern technology to Sebastian. He is fascinated with smart phones and tablets.

Sebastian: So, the telephones, or smart phones, of this era are just smaller tablets? Erika: Pretty much.

- While Erika was at school, Sebastian did a ton of homework while looking for a way to get back to his 'time'. Since the Victorian era ended 130+ years ago, Sebastian had a lot of questions about the gap between that era and the current one he was in. He went to the internet and library for this excessively.

- On the web Sebastian discovered:

Cat videos: he watched these for hours before he went on to something else. ((He learned about animal shelters from an add that played before watching a compilation of cats greeting their owners home on YouTube)) )

The Black Butler fandom: He's had many reactions to this population of people who oddly support him and Ciel. It intrigues him. But his spine became solid ice learning the horrifying fact that he has been shipped with Grell of all people, although he can't decide which pairing is more sickening: the Sebaciel, or the Sebagrell. He has accounts where he flame wars with people who attack Lizzie for any reason they can come up with. He has been banned from forums for this, and has even gotten people banned with him, or just flat out banned by "doing some research" and reporting them to the admins. He enjoys reading the theories and analysis people come up with. He has seen the impressions people have done of him and the others. Normally, he is not impressed by the amateurs, but when he does find some very impressive ones, he offers his wholesome critique. Same thing can be said of the fan art and fan fiction.

It was also because he found the fandom that he realized he was not only in the future, he was in the future of a dimension where the Phantomhives never existed. This was where Sebastian really had to think about what to do. He decided he would take advantage of his time here to learn about the past of this dimension while hoping it would prepare him for the future of his own.

The Kuroshitsuji anime and manga: Sebastian was surprised that his time with the young master had been recounted in these strange books people called "manga". He fondly read through the chapters of the past times working for his lord, and he was fascinated with the art of animation. The anime, of course. When he watched the Book of Circus animation, he laughed at Grell's shock over him seducing Beast. But that was short lived when Grell started enjoying it like a porno. Sebastian went back to reading the manga, and it would be a while before he went back to watching the anime.

As a result of reading the manga and learning the real circumstance of his situation, he is taking notes on what to do and what not to do during those "arcs" so he will be prepared by the time he gets back to his dimension (The Weston arc has yet to "start" at his dimension). He is also taking notes from the theories and predictions people have made about his dimension.

Black Butler II: He is taking note to ensure he has his arm intact when he does eat Ciel's soul, if that rule is very relevant in his dimension. His idea of being a butler doesn't involve starving for eternity. (But then there is that twin theory going around.)

Many cooking recipes: He is abusing Erika's printer for his recipe collection.

Arthur Conan Doyle's work: He is reading his work before they are even published in his own dimension while looking for those complete collection volumes of Sherlock Holmes. He wishes to bring them back with him for his young master.

Aoshima, the Isand of Cats: when Sebastian learned that Japan had an island mainly populated by cats, he ran over there to see it for himself. For the first time in his existence, Sebastian knew what Heaven felt like. But he wouldn't bring Erika here until their honeymoon. He also took note to visit this place again in his dimension when it became Aoshima Island.

- When Sebastian started staying at Erika's place, he couldn't stand how dirty it was. Naturally, he set to cleaning up her home. When her parents got back, they wondered how everything was so spotless. Erika got scared, and tries to make Sebastian stop cleaning her place because she thinks it could give him away. But she remembered how sneaky our butler is, so she eventually dropped it.

- As a result of staying at Erika's place, Sebastian has spoiled her cat, Morrigan. Morrigan wouldn't be going back to eating dry cat food. Her parents are concerned about this.

- It goes without saying Sebastian (and Erika when she isn't busy) had been looking for Ciel and his group. Unfortunately, they have not been found. Sebastian fears they might be in separate dimensions.

- When Sebastian and Erika are not busy, they either watch Holmes, or Erika shows Sebastian around Modern London.

- When Sebastian was watching Black Butler on the computer or TV, he tried to jump into the screens thinking he could go back to his dimension that way. But that didn't work. He just made a fool out of himself by knock the screens over.

- When Sebastian and Erika watched Black Cat, Sebastian said he would gladly feed the Sweepers as long as Sven Vollfied gave him a couple of cat bombs as payment. (Sven has cat bombs that summon cats. Sebastian's favorite toy.)

- When going through London, Sebastian questioned why Erika is not a people person. But that was just the start of the many questions he had for her.

- It's safe to say everyone that saw Sebastian thought he was a spot-on cos-player. That didn't stop them from calling him Sebastian and requesting him to take pictures with them while Erika plays camerawoman. Just wait for those comic cons.

- A guy caught a Pokemon that was on Sebastian's head. Sebastian then asked Erika what a Butterfree was.

- Sebastian is appalled with the excessive language people use.

- Sebastian is impressed with the independence women have gained in the future.

- He never intends to tell Grell about the sex changes that would be readily available to him in this dimension when he gets back to his own. Not like he would bat an eye at him if Grell did become a she, he just doesn't want him to know about this dimension's accessible sex changes.

- When Sebastian and Erika went to a book store, Erika introduced him to Garfield. Sebastian is amused. They also ran into the guy that caught the Butterfree. He named it Sebstian.

- When Erika is working on her blog homework (the requests she gets), Sebastian reads through them and offers her some suggestions. Hence, he became her muse.

- When Sebastian was going through her blog, he discoveries to his horror that Erika fancies him with Ciel. He didn't take it very well. More like he didn't what to think of it. But he doesn't confront her about it for a while. When he does, he pops question after question why it fancies her.

"I am not very amused with people pairing me with my young lord. To be frank, I find it disgusting." - Sebastian Michaelis

As long as she wasn't attacking people who ship Lizzie with Ciel, he could let it go.

- When he learned about Erika's fear of the dark, he teased her about it in anyway he could think of. As he naturally would. He did it a bit out of revenge for being shipped with Ciel, but mainly out of amusement. But when it got out of hand, he apologized and went easy on her. He made it up to her by playing cat videos on her computer as she fell asleep since he knows it would soothe her. https://sharingan-rasengan-chidori.tumblr.com/post/155276499266/since-sebastian-is-a-creature-of-the-night-and-he#notes

- Sebastian had to learn how to brew a perfect cup of coffee for Erika to enjoy since she is not a tea drinker. This took time, but Erika was patient with him.

- Sebastian offers Erika a shoulder to cry on when she is lonesome for her cat, Allaidh. As a demon who has lived a long life, he has had many cats come and go. It goes without saying he knows the painful agony of having his precious cats pass on from this life. It isn't one of the best things about his existence. Erika's sorrow over her deceased cat was where Sebastian and her really started to bond once he started to share with her tales of some of the cats he fondly remembers.

- When Sebastian and Erika realize he might in this dimension longer than he wished, she suggested he get a job so he could afford a place to stay. He immediately jumps at the opportunity to look for a animal shelter to work at. He also took a job at the book store he and Erika went to before. He did this to further educate himself.

- Have you read the headcanon Erika has for Sebastian working at a cat shelter? Everything, but the parts about owning it, is pretty much what happens there. https://sharingan-rasengan-chidori.tumblr.com/post/158151477181/can-i-have-a-sebastian-headcanon-of-him#notes

- When Sebastian started working at the book store, lots of people went there just to see Sebastian. Mainly girls. But he manages to get them to buy a few books. When he is not busy, he reads history books, and Garfield. He read every volume available in his first week on the job.

- Eventually, Sebastian got another part time job at the university’s library. This influenced his decision to work as a teacher in the Weston Arc.

- As a result of going to Japan to see Aoshima Island, he discovered who Yana Toboso really is. But he wouldn't tell anyone about it, except Erika. But she wouldn't know that until their first time between the sheets on their wedding night.

- Sebastian figured the best way he would get back to his dimension is to break into the government's secret files for any projects regarding traveling to other dimensions. So he did just that on Erika's computer. (He has yet to purchase a laptop.) Sebastian is willing to look through all government files just to get home. Rather it be the United Kingdoms, or other foreign nations. Sebastian is very determined.

- When he is not using Erika's computer to rummage through the government's archives, he is breaking into their bases to go through them himself.

- Sebastian discovers in Mexico that a dimensional warper had been stolen by a thieves back in the 1980s. Sebastian speaks to the literally stars of space to find this stolen machine. (Demons are capable of talking to the stars. I learned this reading Solomon's Testimony where he actually dealt with demons during the Temple's construction.

110. And behold, in those days one of the workmen, of ripe old age, threw himself down before me, and said: "King Solomon, pity me, because I am old." So I bade him stand up, and said: "Tell me, old man, all you will." And he answered: "I beseech you king, I have an only-born son, and he insults and beats me openly, and plucks out the hair of my head, and threatens me with a painful death. Therefore I beseech you avenge me."

111. And I Solomon, on hearing this, felt compunction as I looked at his old age; and I bade the child be brought to me. And when he was brought I questioned him whether it were true. And the youth said: "I was not so filled with madness as to strike my father with my hand. Be kind to me, O king. For I have not dared to commit such impiety, poor wretch that I am." But I Solomon on hearing this from the youth, exhorted the old man to reflect on the matter, and accept his son's apology. However, he would not, but said he would rather let him die. And as the old man would not yield, I was about to pronounce sentence on the youth, when I saw Ornias the demon laughing. I was very angry at the demon's laughing in my presence; and I ordered my men to remove the other parties, and bring forward Ornias before my tribunal. And when he was brought before me, I said to him: "Accursed one, why didst thou look at me and laugh?" And the demon answered: "Prithee, king, it was not because of thee I laughed, but because of this ill-starred old man and the wretched youth, his son. For after three days his son will die untimely; and lo, the old man desires to foully make away with him."

112. But I Solomon, having heard this, said to the demon: "Is that true that thou speakest?" And he answered: "It is true; O king." And I, on hearing that, bade them remove the demon, and that they should again bring before me the old man with his son. I bade them make friends with one another again, and I supplied them with food. And then I told the old man after three days to bring his son again to me here; "and," said I, "I will attend to him." And they saluted me, and went their way.

113. And when they were gone I ordered Ornias to be brought forward, and said to him: "Tell me how you know this!" and he answered: "We demons ascend into the firmament of heaven, and fly about among the stars. And we hear the sentences which go forth upon the souls of men, and forthwith we come, and whether by force of influence, or by fire, or by sword, or by some accident, we veil our act of destruction; and if a man does not die by some untimely disaster or by violence, then we demons transform ourselves in such a way as to appear to men and be worshipped in our human nature."

- Testimony of Solomon, verse 113

Winter, Dr. Jay. The Complete Book of Enoch: Standard English Version (Kindle Locations 2147-2150). Lulu.com. Kindle Edition. )

- Sebastian finally learns the whereabouts of the stolen dimension from a certain star: a man from Oklahoma took the machine when he was visiting Mexico during a vacation. A friend of his made during his trip wanted to take the machine. When they successfully took it, the Mexican played decoy while the other took the machine. The Mexican promised he'd meet up with him after they escaped the cops. But the Mexican friend was captured and sent to prison where he died of old age. The man from Oklahoma still kept the machine and waited for him all those years. He went on to have a son, who just happened to have been the guy that caught the Butterfree on Sebastian's head in London.

Sebastian: What a strange coincidence.

- When Sebastian came back to his apartment, Erika was there with the recently released Kuroshitsuji chapter. Sebastian informs her of what he has learned from his hunt, and Erika reveals she had met the guy he's looking for at her university. His name is Harold Larry Lewis, and he is an exchange student from Oklahoma. Sebastian asks Erika that she set up a meeting date for them. He has questions to ask him.

- Sebastian and Erika meet Harold at the farmer's market where he was buying a bag of buns with olives and dried berries. (I had one of those, and I really would like one right now. I'm hungry.) He just happened to have been eating one, too.

- Sebastian, Erika, and Harold go to a secluded place where they won't draw too much attention. Sebastian proceeds to inform Harold:

Sebastian: Mr. Lewis, I had learned something very interesting about your father. Back in the 80s, he had stolen some government owned property. A dimension warper, to be exact. From what Erika has told me about you, you are studying for a degree in technology and engineering. This studious pursuit of yours wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the warper, now would it?

Harold is dead quite. He is wondering if Sebastian is a detective, FBI, a secret agent, or even the actual Sebastian Michaelis. Before he can run, Sebastian places his hands on Harold's shoulders. "I'm not going to hurt you.", Sebastian starts, "But I will tell you this. If you so much as tell anybody who I am, I personally will do you in. You can keep the machine, but I need it to find my master, and hopefully get back to my dimension." "You... You really are-", Harold turns to him with his face paling in fear. Sebastian grins smuggishly, and draws closer to his ear to finish Harold's sentence, "One hell of a butler.... So, do we have a deal, Mr. Lewis?"

To Be Continued

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You Are Cordially Invited To Read Chapter 21 of ‘Domestic Bliss Must Suit You’ ♡

time jump to September 16th...witness the wedding between Sherlock and Molly.

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There are visual goodies I made at the bottom of this post :) Enjoy! let me know your thoughts! were the vows okay? the edits? <3333 *hands out wedding cake*

"I believe the couple has written their own vows."

This was it; they were really doing this. The cool September air had wrapped around them.

Earlier

It was almost time to walk down the aisle, the runner was set up in the backyard garden of the Holmes estate. Molly would meet Sherlock beneath the lovely trellis of flowers his mother kept. Her dress was gorgeous; it was a lovely white gown with ¾ sleeves, a sweetheart neckline and the entire bodice was overlapped with lace. The back laced up like a corset with satin ribbon. Her chocolate tresses were styled in a chignon bun.

The music began, cuing her, and she was walked down the aisle by none other than Mycroft Holmes.

Sherlock felt his breath leave him as he looked on with awe at Molly. His Molly. She was dressed in white from head to toe. She's gorgeous. This was the woman he was gonna spend the rest of his life with; the one and only woman who counted. Their eyes met and the electricity between them was noticed by all in attendance.

John was Sherlock's best man, of course. He held Rosie's hand who doubled as Molly's little maid of honor and flower girl. Among the guests, there was Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock's parents, Meena, Lady Smallwood and even Anderson.

Presently

Sherlock spoke his vows first, gripping his bride's soft hands in his and looking into her shining brown eyes.

"Molly Hooper. You have always counted and I've always trusted you. My life has been better since you came along. I never thought I would have this; a beautiful, brave and intelligent woman who loves me for all that I am. You made me want to become the man you always believed me to be and I do hope that I am well on my way. Through everything, you continued to love me and love me even more. I have fallen irrevocably in love with you and I know you will always be there to catch my fall. Every moment spent with you is a moment that makes life worth living. I am yours, now and forever; always, my darling Molly."

There was not a dry eye at the ceremony. Even Sherlock couldn't quite hold back. Molly laughed through her tears of joy and Sherlock gently swiped a tear from her face with his thumb. Once her composure was gained a little, she spoke her vows.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes. I have loved you for a very long time. You are frustrating and brilliant; protective and loving. I'm sure there's more I could say but I can't seem to get my thoughts together."

Everyone laughed lightheartedly at that.

"You are the keeper of my heart; not only because you had committed the crime of stealing it all those years ago, but because I chose to give it to you. There was a time when you were untouchable; like loving the stars but knowing they wouldn't love you back. Oh, how you proved me wrong. You dry my tears, pick me up when I'm down and love me for who I am. My heart, mind, body and soul belong to you, my love, for you are most deserving. Anything you fear, we'll fight it together. Life with you is an adventure that I will forever be a part of. Right here, right now, you and I are stepping into a new journey: a life where we will grow old together, filled with love and family. It won't be easy and there will be trials but I will endure them with you, as I am yours, always and forever."

"Do you, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, take thee Margaret Elizabeth Hooper as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Sherlock breathed, slipping the white gold band on her finger.

"And do you, Margaret Elizabeth Hooper, take thee William Sherlock Scott Holmes as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Molly smiled through her tears, slipping the band onto Sherlock's finger.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Sherlock did not hesitate to kiss his wife's lips, as he had wanted to ever since he saw her walking down the aisle. He wrapped his arms around her to pick her up and spin her around as they shared a most loving snog in front of their friends and family. Everyone cheered and the two separated to face their loved ones. John gave a firm pat on Sherlock's back before being pulled into a hug along with Molly and Rosie.

"Mo Mo!" Rosie exclaimed jumping up and down, her hands raised. Molly took the bouquet from her goddaughter's hand and swooped her up in her right arm, eliciting giggles from the little Watson. Mrs. Holmes took photos of the four of them laughing and smiling together. A favorite of hers was when she captured Sherlock kissing Molly's cheek as Rosie snuggled into them both with John smiling at his best friends and daughter.

The friends and family gathered at the elegantly decorated tables talking amongst each other in revelry. The trees had fairy lights strung across them for a low, romantic glow.

"I always knew there was something there," Anderson remarked with a look that told Greg 'I told you so.'

"Oh, you should've heard his theory on how you faked your death, Sherlock," Greg laughed. "He added in a very Bond-like snog between you and Molly after crashing through the window."

"Oh my goodness," Molly laughed as Sherlock rolled his eyes with a smirk on his face.

"Congratulations, Anderson. You have succeeded in knowing something I didn't see coming," Sherlock raised his glass. "Impressive for the size of your brain."

"Be nice," Molly scolded with nudge. Mycroft snickered at that, putting a forkful of wedding cake in his mouth.

"We're so happy to have you in our family officially, Molly," Mr. Holmes smiled.

"Yes, dear, you two should come and visit more often. Make sure you keep him up on that. We're not spring chickens, Sherlock," Wanda Holmes joked. "And I want grandkids before I'm dead, thank you." The entire wedding party burst out with laughter.

"Of course, mummy, we'll get on that as soon as humanly possible," Sherlock teased, making a show of deeply kissing his wife. There were whistles from John and Greg. Mycroft's eyes about bulged from his skull at the display as the rest of the party laughed wholeheartedly.

"Come now, Mycroft, surely you've seen a kiss before," Lady Smallwood chuckled. "I know you've experienced one."

"What!?" Molly breathed out, surprised she still had breath left.

"I suppose there's no use keeping it hidden any longer. Lady Smallwood and I are what you would call an 'item.' Go ahead and gawk," Mycroft joked.

"Well, this is a development," Wanda said with wonderment. "Timothy, dear, is the world ending?"

"Perhaps hell is freezing over," Sherlock offered.

"Not much of a speech, as it is more of a statement," John told them, "but I know for a fact that Mary would be thrilled to have been here at such a momentous occasion. She is here in spirit with us all, as well in the form of a video." He held out a DVD to the newlyweds. Written on it was To Sherlock and Molly Holmes.

The piece Sherlock had composed months ago for Molly was the song he and her danced to. He had it recorded to play over the speakers. His right hand was on the small of her back and her left was on his waist. Their remaining hands were laced together as they glided across the smooth white marble dance floor.

"I love you, Molly Holmes," Sherlock whispered in her ear. Her eyes closed momentarily, taking in how right it felt to hear her new name.

"I love you too, husband," Molly smiled sweetly. As the song came to a close, Sherlock dipped her, placing a soft kiss upon her waiting lips.

The rest of the evening was spent in merriment. Molly's heart melted when she saw Sherlock pick Rosie up in his arms to dance with her. She always believed he'd be a good father one day and this was just the icing on the cake. Rosie had taken to calling Sherlock her 'Unca Sherly,' which everyone found to be adorable. Molly had danced with her new father-in-law while Sherlock humored his mother with a spin on the dancefloor. Even Mycroft offered to dance with his new sister-in-law, much to everyone's shock, though they knew Molly had melted his icy heart.

There was laughter, dancing, comradery and the feeling of family that made everyone's hearts full to the brim with love. Sherlock looked to his wife and to the friends and family in attendance, finally understanding the importance and meaning of unconditional love and like the Grinch, his heart felt as if it grew two sizes that day.

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