#victorian johnlock

[mouse-of-mischief]

Since Watson is canonically an unreliable narrator, anything could have plausibly happened behind the closed doors of 221B. He doesn't tell us readers everything. Any sort of twist could have happened during a case that he couldn't write for the public... Like all those times he kissed Sherlock Holmes.

[kagilasgilas]

"It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. . . " ―Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[sherlockianscholar]

*watson enters sitting room occupied by holmes and client*

watson: oh i'm so sorry for intruding. i'll just leave--

holmes: *JUMPS OVER SETTEE* *PULLS WATSON INSIDE* *SLAMS DOOR* *PUSHES WATSON INTO ARMCHAIR*

holmes: this is my friend and soulmate, dr watson

[alittlebitofwhimsy]

i’d really like to know how people in 1893 took to Holmes ending his note to Watson in TFP with: “Believe me to be, my dear Watson, very sincerely yours.”

because, like…. how could this possibly be interpreted as anything other than an admission of love?

[werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrcat]

the adventure of charles augustus milverton

[lathron]

Long time no Post so here is Holmes and Dr. Watson

[dumb-butt-with-a-sword]

There isn't enough of Watson ordering around Holmes and manhandling him in the fandom. Let him throw Sherlock around like a ragdoll.

[the-fucking-cannibal]

Good morning, daddies 🥰🩷

[mouse-of-mischief]

Does anyone else just occasionally miss the Victorian intimacy of calling someone by their first name?

[sakshisahu]

John Watson in the 19th century

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[sherlockianscholar]

one of holmes and watson's love languages is lighting each other's cigarettes. our victorian husbands will use any excuse to touch each other's hands inside or outside 221b 😌

"'l'homme c'est rien. l'oeuvre c'est tout" translated to english is "the man is nothing. the work is everything." this is so true for holmes in many aspects of his life, but there is and always will be one man who is everything to him

[alittlebitofwhimsy]

never forget that Watson likened Holmes to a witch in Scandal

(“You would certainly have been burned, had you lived a few centuries ago”)

[hellobitches990]

spot the difference ...

[werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrcat]

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[lisbeth-kk]

Excerpt from my Fluffbruary entry for August. (Victorian Johnlock)

I know there's not much fluff here yet, but there will be, I promise.

If I Can't Have You

John had scolded me several times about the lack of safety, and he certainly did not care to be left out in the dark but needs must. Besides, I was always able to make John see sense when the case was solved. Mostly I escaped unscathed, if one didn’t count the occasional bruise or small knife wound. Until now.

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The chase had taken me far from Baker Street and to Limehouse and the Chinese settlement. I had been so close to capturing the culprit, but apparently, he wasn’t alone, which I should have calculated. Actually, I had, but in my excitement of finding the last clue, my recklessness had discarded John’s words of safety. As far as I was aware, no one knew where I was.

When I wake, I don't know where I am either. I am lying in a large circular bed, which make my brain spin.

Why would one make a round bed?

The smell of something familiar hits my nostrils with force. Opium. I had indulged in it of course, but it was not a narcotic I was particularly fond of. I had seen my share of addicts of the drug, which was a rather disturbing sight, and opium did unpleasant things to the brain. Damage beyond repair. Speaking of…

My head feels heavy, and it hurts too. Perhaps someone has hit me? Do I have a concussion? John would know. Something is gnawing in the back of my mind. 

Not only opium. Another drug in addition. Not Chinese. Latin-American. Can it be…

“I’m sorry, John,” I whisper and close my eyes when an agonising pain surges through my skull.

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[lxvenderjewel]

my dear, my perfect darling my love, my one and only my yellow tulip. i have picked up a small case, watson.

what is it?

i’m buying you some diphylleia. something trivial, nothing to interest you. i’ll be going out to look at some flowers.

what for, holmes?

i hold you in my deepest mauve carnations. i believe i will find some clues there.

why haven’t i heard of this case?

it doesn’t exist i am lying i am making you a a mulberry i didn’t think it would interest you, watson.

hmm. well, you must tell me about it later.

i cannot you would hate me i cannot bear that a daffodil. of course.

what particularly about flowers?

shit shit shit shit a purple hyacinth. flower language.

hmm.

he knows he knows he cannot know how would he clovenlip toadflax. mm. i will see you.

don’t be late for dinner.