#Granada holmes

[bananaeatstape]

*clears throat*

you were saying

Who’s gonna tell him?

[fogdraws]

Oh this scene's got me in a chokehold look at them

[oh-jeremy-darling]

The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes - The Cardboard Box

[moroniccats]

I love both of the Granada Watsons with my whole soul.

JUST LOOK AT THESE TWO SILLIES. They’re so stinking cute!!!!!!!

If I ever say anything bad about either David Burke or Edward Hardwicke, know that I have been replaced by an alien clone.

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

The Adventure of the Dancing Man

A lively discussion about cinematography ends with Watson making a fool of himself – but it doesn’t matter, because Holmes is a fool for him, too.

🔎🐝 This is a master post of my Sherlock Holmes fanfiction which you can also find on Ao3! 🐝🔎

For details and warnings, follow the links to AO3, it's included in tags there.

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The Absolute Truth of the Matter

On the way to Rosenlaui, Holmes falls behind to face Moriarty alone. When it is instead Watson who encounters the Professor at the Reichenbach Falls, events take an unexpected turn.

Or: Watson does a few ridiculously courageous things and there is a crack in Holmes's lens.

The Case of the Lost Cat

Annie hesitated, nervously turning the apple in her hands, lowering her gaze. “I must tell you first,” she mumbled, “that I can’t pay your fee, Mr Holmes, b-but I can help in the garden, or –“ „Oh, but lost animal cases are always free of charge,” Holmes said casually, folding the newspaper and throwing it onto the floor next to his armchair. He is, as I have often stated, really a rather brilliant man.

After the Great War, Holmes and Watson are living a quiet life somewhere in Sussex. The days of great detective work lie in the past, but when a distressed young client asks them for help with finding her lost cat, Holmes and Watson have to solve a case that might turn out to be just beyond their limits.

Flowery Prose

Holmes rarely read to me, and never like this.

The Return of Dr Watson

I think of myself as a practical woman. I am proud to say that I have always been able to manage my household in the most efficient manner, purchasing only what is of good quality without requiring any unnecessary expenses. I have one possession, however, that is an exception to that rule. This is the story of how not only one but two of my tenants returned to Baker Street, and how I came to own one of London’s finest tea services as a result.

Mr Holmes returns. Dr Watson leaves. Mrs Hudson realises that London’s greatest detective might require a little assistance with winning the good doctor back.

The Adventures of the Amorous Amateur

Five times Sherlock Holmes is bad in bed and one time Watson is too.

The Heart's Desire

In which Watson learns how to make love to Sherlock Holmes.

The Adventure of the Lost Footing

“You have been in this particular mood for months,” Holmes stated. “You are in pain, but worse than that, you feel useless. You would clearly be more comfortable – and productive – away from London. Therefore, it seems a permanent relocation is in order.”

When Watson is no longer able to keep step with Sherlock Holmes, he expects to be left behind. As it turns out, Holmes has already devised a plan.

Of Seeing London Again

I had dreamed of London day and night, and now I had returned, but I was not home yet. It would not be until Moran was caught and I could finally reveal myself to my old friend Watson that I would be able to find a modicum of peace.

A Kinder Heart

“Holmes?” The pipe clattered to the floor and there was tobacco scattered all around it, but it passed like a flash before my eyes because I had spun around to face whoever had entered the room. It was Watson, of course.

The Return

“Watson, will you keep this?” I extended my hand and offered the cigarette case.

From the Flowers

Holmes loves flowers. Watson loves Holmes. Mrs Hudson loves to meddle.

[holmesoldfellow]

"Joy to the World: A Celebration of Christmas" by Granada TV (1984)

[linusthough]

hugs and flowers and all the blue carbuncles to you jeremy, and let nothing you dismay🎄🫂

[lisbeth-kk]

The Yuletide Johnlock Exchange 2024

The Lost Chord

Summary: After his recovery from a nasty cold, Holmes takes his doctor with him on a trip to the seaside, which would have been enticing if it weren't for the timing. December is hardly a pleasant time of year to visit the British coast. Watson doesn't brood long, and he is quite enjoying himself until a member of the hotel staff interferes.

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[detectivejay]

And The Blue Carbuncle takes it! The ACD version won my poll, but I mistakenly missed adding the Granada version here, and the S&Co version also did so well that honestly I’m just going to say any good version of The Blue Carbuncle wins the top holiday installment prize. No surprise there, given that it’s the classic Christmas story in the Sherlock Holmes canon.

Thanks to all who voted, commented and shared! Wishing you all a wonderful holiday season and happy New Year very soon too. See you all for more polls in 2025! 🎉

It's a little under a week until Christmas, for those who celebrate, and so please enjoy this hastily put together holiday poll, fellow mystery fans. Happy holidays!

Some of these aren't specifically Christmas-themed, but wintery or feel fun to watch during this time of year, so I added them in. I'm sure there are plenty of other Holmes pastiches and stories written for the season, so feel free to shout those out in the comments and tags!

As always, please reblog for a larger sample size, thank you and again happy holidays and happy New Year! ❄️

(Side note: I'm behind on Sherlock & Co, so if there's a more recent holiday ep, my apologies to the fans. I also couldn't find a holiday episode of Elementary, but I'm only on season 3 so let me know if I missed one.)

[bananaeatstape]

holy freak my computers gonna shut down in two mins if i don't charge it but anyways textposts pt 2

i added in some of my fav holiday movies because ITS CHRISTMASSSS :DDD

extra silly under the cut

[selcouthself]

in all timelines

in all possibilities

only you

[edosianorchids901]

The Disappearance

@sherlocktember2024 prompt - "goose"

It was never entirely unusual for Watson to lose track of Holmes while they were on a case together. Holmes had a habit of dashing off as soon as he thought of something that must be investigated, and did not always wait for Watson. Indeed, it often seemed as if he didn’t even realize he’d left Watson behind.

So, it was no surprise to turn around and find that Holmes had vanished. Watson hesitated in the drawing room, studying every inch of it. Was Holmes climbing the mantel again, or crawling underneath a table? Surely, he was searching for hidden compartments or passages, somewhere that certain stolen property might be concealed.

“Holmes?” Watson called, uncertain and a little anxious. He always became anxious when he wasn’t sure where Holmes had gone, especially given a certain three-year disappearance. “Are you here, old man?”

Holmes did not seem to be here, unless he was being difficult in order to make a point about something or was so consumed that he couldn’t respond to the call. Watson finally found the impression of his boots in the rug, and followed those footmarks outside.

He was not entirely certain why Holmes was outside. A notorious, expert burglar had been killed when he happened across a particularly vigilant groom from the stables of the house he was trying to rob. With the man dead, the police had searched for his stash at his country residence before declaring the matter hopeless.

Holmes, of course, hadn’t given up so easily. But surely the hiding place must be somewhere in the house?

It had rained earlier in the day, and the mud made Holmes’ footprints easier to trace. Watson moved slowly through the garden of the grand country house, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. This was the simplest way to find Holmes, as there was no way to anticipate whether he’d climbed onto a building or was running across the entire countryside in search of a clue.

The trail led to a wide lake at the edge of the garden, the shore sheltered a respectable oak tree. Holmes sat on a bench under the oak, one finger touched to his lip as he gazed out across the water.

Nearly breathless with relief, Watson joined him, and followed his gaze. He didn’t see much. Some ducks in the shallows, and a very nicely sized goose closer to the middle of the pond. Certainly no obvious signs of a place to hide stolen property.

He glanced at Holmes again. Holmes hadn’t reacted to him at all, or shown the slightest sign that he’d noticed Watson’s presence. He must have noticed—he noticed everything—but he was concentrating.

Watson resisted the urge to ask what he saw. Even when his stomach rumbled, he did not point out that they’d missed lunch. He simply waited for Holmes to acknowledge him.

After a time, Holmes turned to him and flashed a quick smile. “Well, Watson. What do you make of it?”

Watson looked at the garden, and then at the lake again. “Charming view.”

“Is it?” Holmes gave the lake a startled look, and his lips twitched into another smile as he rolled the handle of his cane from one hand to the other. “No doubt you noticed the goose.”

“I noticed that it looks delicious,” Watson said ruefully. “We have missed lunch.”

“My dear Watson, now is not the time for lunch!” Holmes sprang up from the bench, stabbed the end of his cane into the mud, and left it behind as he marched into the lake.

“Holmes!” Chest seizing with alarm again, Watson jumped up too. “My dear chap, whatever are doing?”

“Recovering stolen property!” Holmes shouted back as he waded deeper. “You ought to have me fitted for eyeglasses for failing to notice this at once, Watson. I have clearly lost all my skill.”

He grabbed the goose by the neck, and started to drag it to shore. For a moment, Watson could only stare in shock.

And then he realized it. “My God, Holmes! That’s not a real goose!”

“Well spotted, Watson.” Holmes clambered out into the mud and flung the “goose” down beside him. “It is a wooden construction, with certain articulated parts that move naturally in the breeze or with waves, so that a casual glance at a distance might presume it is the real thing.”

“And with the pond at the back of the property, even people who came to the house would be unlikely to notice.”

“Precisely.”

“But how on Earth did you notice?”

“The goose had not moved in our time here, for one thing.” With an irritated snarl, Holmes ripped his gloves off, flung them down on the grass, and slid his fingers across the painted surface. “The path to this bench was very well worn despite having little in the way of attractions. Furthermore, I observed certain painting supplies in the corner of the drawing room, and as you can see this has been recently repainted.”

Watson couldn’t see that, not for sure, but had no doubt that Holmes was correct. “I suppose that being in the elements wears it down.”

“Excellent, Watson. You scintillate today.” Holmes paused, working at the goose’s wing. “It was also clear from the edge of the pond that someone had been climbing in and— Hah!”

He tugged, and the wooden wing came off. Jewelry spilled out across the grass—rings, bracelets, necklaces, even a coronet. A few ornate, decorative knives followed. And there were still more stolen goods stashed inside.

“Astonishing, Holmes!” Watson cried. “Lestrade will be speechless once he sees this. This is truly a triumph, old man.”

“I ought to have realized the truth the moment I glanced at the pond. So many ducks and only one stationary goose? No, Watson, I am hardly deserving of such praise.” Despite the self-directed criticism, Holmes still looked pleased with himself. “At any rate, we may turn this case over to the authorities, and see about obtaining a belated lunch for you.”

“Wonderful!” Chuckling, Watson helped Holmes back to his feet. “Why don’t we find somewhere that serves goose?”

[randomquadballpun]

The Adventure of the Fading Man (10714 words)

Fandom: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes (1984 TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

The train around us was thundering loudly, and the compartments were buzzing with the impatience of many a traveller, longing to be reunited with family for the holiday season. But just looking outside and taking in the new view was a much-needed balm on my delicate nerves.

Holmes was humming happily beside me, a merry tune that sounded vaguely festive. His gaze darted over to me occasionally, his lips twitching up into one of his delightful little smiles. I had no way of showing him the sheer depth of my appreciation here, not surrounded by so many onlookers. But I hoped that his extraordinary mind would understand nonetheless when I tried to answer every one of his looks with a smile of my own.

--- Christmas is fast approaching but Doctor John Watson is not feeling the holiday spirit this year. Maybe a case out in the snowy countryside can draw him out of his melancholy. At the very least he always has the support of his beloved Holmes to safely see him even through these dreary times!

My first ever attempt at Victorian Johnlock, mostly inspired by the Granada TV series because I adore it. It was written as part of the @yuletidejohnlockexchange as a gift for @lisbeth-kk. I hope you like my version of these silly old men and their little adventure.

[oh-jeremy-darling]

The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes - The Cardboard Box

[yuletidejohnlockexchange]

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