#victorian bar

[dqrkncss666]

Phantomhive dancer Ch. 3 ~Let's get over with it, shall we?~

(Guess what everyone!!! I am back!!! As promised to a beloved perhaps-follower-perhaps-not I have continued this storyline for a Christmas present!!! If I complete editing the drafts you will have 1 or 2 more chapters! Enough with my chattering now, enjoy~😘)

Warnings ❗❗❗: Slight mention of drugs and a littttleee bit flirty..

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Claudia walked down the stairs where William was working on some small bags in the bar's kitchen. Next to the counter, there were some stairs leading downwards. 'That must be the cellar' she thought, she took a deep breath and walked one step closer.

"Hey Will~" she smiled at him.

He quickly hid the bags under a mug.

"Oh Claudia, what brings you here?" he nervously asked.

"You seemed like a.... very intriguing guy if I may say so myself. I want to know more about you and this place...." she walked closer to him with slow steps.

"Intriguing? I-" he paused with a soft gasp, as she walked even closer looking straight into his eyes.

"May I ask what you were doing?" she placed her hand next to the mug he hid the small bags at.

"None of your business I assure you, my lady..." he nervously grabbed her hand and ever so slowly he pulled it away from the table making his gaze drift off to avoid her blue eyes.

"Oh~ don't look away~ Your eyes are really pretty," she started smiling wickedly to herself as her mind immediately wanted to complete the sentence with: 'But not as pretty as the Undertaker's...'

He cleared his throat trying to sound dominant; well as much as he possibly could.

"Whatever are you trying to achieve by complimenting me, Miss?"

"Whatever could a lady like me, want from such a handsome man like you?..." she placed her hand on his chest "Information about this wonderful... place of yours..."

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Meanwhile, Undertaker was still in Claudia's room waiting for her. It had been twenty minutes from when she left.

The door opened and Claudia walked back in.

"That was surprisingly easy..." she closed the door behind her covering her shoulders again. Undertaker pushed her against the door making her flinch.

"Darling, in need of something?" she smiled at him.

"Come on, you can't just give that other man all that treatment and me nothing... I am such a loyal puppy for you, don't I deserve anything?"

"Hm, we will see how helpful you will be for this case. If you are indeed a good detective I will give you whatever your heart desires." she replied and kissed his cheek.

"Woof" he grinned and slowly walked back towards the armchair to sit on. "Well then, what have you figured out about this little case of ours?"

"They didn't even bother hiding their cellar stairs... They are in the kitchen. There I saw William, probably hiding drugs... We will go visi-"

Undertaker made a hush gesture with his fingers and nodded towards the door.

He counted in a whisper "1...2...3"

Just after he finished counting there was a knock on the door.

Claudia smiled at him in relief and turned around to answer the knock.

"May I help you?"

"Yes if you may... I am new here and I can not find my room door..." a female with curly black hair spoke.

"Isn't Ann supposed to show you around?" Claudia suspiciously asked.

"Ann was busy with William and someone named Johan downstairs..."

Claudia moved her hand behind her back and signaled to Undertaker, she then walked outside and closed the door leaving him alone in the room.

"Allow me to help you then!" she smiled at the woman.

Undertaker sighed in boredom and slid off the chair like a broken puppet.

"Why must work be so harsh? Ughhhh!!!..... I want some puss-....... Damn it 136649... It's the Victorian era, It's the Victorian era..." and by repeating that he disappeared in thin air.

[strategicjazzhands]

[morsmortish]

both of the rosier twins and regulus black belong in the victorian era, but barty could not ever exist anywhere but the 21st century

[balestrra]

The Mirage Saloon proprietress Primadonna, and her trusted employee, Ms Rose

[letnirvanarain]

i myself am caught in a time loop of rewatching alfred & henrys meeting in the park and i just realised when alfred first looks up at henry after talking there's a Reaction™, a sudden averted gaze & a quick hitched breath and the only reasonable explanation i have is that henry looks SO PRETTY AND GOLDEN in that lighting with THAT suit that I too would be rendered breathless

[sucresanguine]

"is he wearing..."

"the 1890s dance hall bodice? Yeah"

[ssongsboo]

does he know that i am mentally ill??? like actually insane??? sick in the head???? im losing my mind hes sO FUCKING FINE

[weirdlookindog]

Benjamin Edwin Minns - Ghosts: being the experiences of Flaxman Low, 1899.

British Library

[writingwife-83]

I know I should be sharing something related to the ILY scene in TFP since it’s 8th (how??) anniversary is today, but sadly I have nothing new lol. Instead I wanted to share a one shot I just reposted that’s a few years old that I really liked. This is a missing scene between Sherlock and Molly in HLV, but it’s a Victorian au. It also happens to hold the record of how many prompts I filled within a single one shot. 😂 click the ao3 link below and I hope you guys enjoy it!

Goodbye, Molly Hooper

[werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrcat]

Happy international women's day!!

Baker Street girls are chilling at the local bar (maybe owned by Elizabeth?)

Left to right, top to bottom: Eglantine Holmes (yes, Holmes sister again), Ann Wiggins, Irene Adler, Elizabeth Moriarty, Mary Morstan/Watson

[lumenflowered]

Pelipper mail: a dream of drinking with fellows.

The alcohol is different here, some of it recognizable, some of it strange. You're sitting at a bar, and you feel... at home. A woman with a shaved head and a friendly demeanor slides up next to you and offers to buy you a drink. You turn her down, citing a partner at home, and she takes it in stride.

"Sorry, gals, she's taken," the woman calls back to her friends, to a chorus of sighs. "So, who's the lucky lady?"

"I never said it was a woman," you say, a little wary.

"Ah, my bad. Just about everyone here's into women; 'cept Steve. He's just really into woodworking." She gestures towards a man near the back of the bar who's drawing something on a napkin, while a woman in a ripped flannel looks and nods seriously and makes annotations on his napkin.

You're drinking slowly, taking some of the snacks for safety. Bread and water, that'll keep you from getting lightheaded too fast. The woman with the shaved head bids you good night, and heads home before her delcatty can get into the trash bin again.

A woman with elaborate makeup comes and sits in her place, and strikes up a conversation. She has a boyfriend, as it turns out, but her relationship is open, and she wants to know your skincare routine. You trade furret pictures for ones of her tsareena.

That was... that was oddl y nice

Do places like this... exist here?

[paulprestigegems]

Sterling Silver Enameled Pink Rose Sheffield Bar Pin Brooch 1870's Victorian - A precious item

[titus-androgynous-87]

Watching femmes approach butches in the bar is like watching a 13 year old girl try to calm a skittish thoroughbred in a horse girl movie

[amypihcs]

And finally we see what HOLMES is up to! 

Oh, a day in the country, how nice, what could EVER go wr- 

-ONG, HOLMES WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOURSELF!! (watson told me this was more or less his and mrs hudson’s reaction.).

HOLMES. EXERCISE DOESN’T MEAN GETTING BEATEN UP! -sigh- you’re hopeless. NOW. Tell your husband what happened as her he fixes you again.

Ah very well, you meet mr woodley himself! 

And of course, a straight left against the slogging ruffian. Very, very good, Mr Holmes. Maybe i watched the Granada episode too many times, but you can HEAR how proud he is of his straight left.

[symbioticsimplicity]

Really wished they'd explored the ramifications of sticking a Victorian (Spike) and an Irishman (Angel) in a house together. Really wish this had been cited as causing more of the animosity between them.

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London's Gothic Bar in St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel