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Britain’s Biggest Secret - The Black Victorians

Pictured above is the Higdon family. This photograph was taken in the year 1898 in Britain. That is all we know about them.

Who were the Black Victorians? Mainstream history has virtually erased them from our minds and history books. We have been filled with images of slavery in America and across the world, but why is it that this chapter in black history was skipped? Why isn’t it equally common knowledge that in the midst of all of that darkness there was light, also.

Never before seen photos were uncovered, giving us over 200 images of glances into our past. Many of the photos did not include names or any details whatsoever, cloaking these people in mystery for all of time.

At one point in history, people of color were included in high society and walked the cobbled streets of Britain. The women wore intricate, voluminous gowns and wore their hair in curls and chignons. The men in suits and fair business. This may not have been the case for all black people in Britain, but for some it was. 

The Victorian Era was ruled under Queen Victoria, an era that is described as an opulent culture, although there were underlying bouts of poverty and child labor. History would like you to believe that black people didn’t arrive in Britain until 1948 during “The Empire Windrush”, when many Jamaican descendants entered the country, but that is not so. There has been proof to suggest otherwise. There is documentation that proves that it wasn’t uncommon to see black faces at a Shakespeare show. We’ve been there all along, humming softly in the background.

These images prove that you can’t take mainstream history at face value. Take the time to look behind the curtain and uncover OUR history. It’s as if our ancestors are just waiting for us to seek them out.

Who were the Black Victorians?

To see more of these images check out this video reel.

Happy Black History Month.

My mom visited a Sherlock Cafe -- Jealousy ensues

Okay so– my mom (who is a pretty big BBC Sherlock fan even though she tries to stay low-key about it) is in China right now for work purposes and she happened upon a BBC Sherlock cafe and I just??

What –


Holy shit?? She sent me so many photos of the place and I am in LITERAL agony

LOTS more under the cut because ho boy….there is a lot. 

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victorian-enjolras  asked:

yo please teach me about oscar wilde i really wanna get into him but i dont know where to start

oh boy have you come to the right place!!!! let me tell you about this man!!! 

this is probably my favourite picture of him because of his expression… i mean how is that not universally relatable…

Crash Course Biography:

  • Oscar marries his wife Constance in 1884, had 2 kids & decided he didn’t actually like her all that much & i’m like 70% sure they never had sex after kid #2
  • 1886 Robbie Ross (light of my life) turns up & is unabashedly homosexual - most people attribute Robbie as the one to bring Oscar to the Side of Gay.
  • Oscar struts about town, living a life that Henry Wotton would wholeheartedly advocate. He assumes the role of a ‘dandy’ - think flamboyance from every angle & add some frills. This was cool for him as it wasn’t seen as synonymous with being gay, just being a dramatist. 
  • 1891 is when Lord “Bosie” Douglas turns up & introduces Oscar to more gay stuff & more illegal stuff like weed & brothels & prostitution 
  • 1894 is when Bosie’s dad finds out about their relationship, flips out & takes Oscar to court for being illegally gay in 1895 :(
  • 1895 Oscar counters the charge by saying the case was unfounded (it totally wasn’t, he really did have a lot of sex) & whilst his epigrams / wit won him initial support, it all went downhill quite quickly. there’s another 2 trials for Oscar whilst all his friends pack up & get out of England (Robbie breaks into Oscar’s house upon request & packs up some of Oscar’s stuff, then legs it out to Paris) 
  • I think that the judge doesn’t even let Oscar have any last words in court i mean is that not the most heartbreaking, soul crushing thing you can do to this man 
  • Oscar does his sentence of 2 years hard labor in prison & gets hit in the head / ear - this injury & botched treatment is to be the cause of his death
  • He goes to Paris under exile & as far as I can gather lives with Robbie’s help but spent a lot of the time rejecting his help too. Also Oscar tries to live with Bosie again but both of their families are having exactly none of that behavior.
  • Oscar dies in Paris at the age of 46

Importance of Being Ernest is the 1st work of Oscar’s I read & I have never looked back. it’s short & sweet & hysterically funny, the humour is in no way dated & I love it
Picture of Dorian Gray please read this book as I have read it more than 7 times now & I need someone to rhapsodise about this with. It’s honestly a brilliant book with a totally cool plot & 3 fascinating characters (3 guesses who my fave is…it’s basil… it’s always basil)
The Ballad of Reading Gaol is the last work Oscar created before his death, & it’s about the harsh reality of prison & honestly I cry just because of the context
The Happy Prince & Other Tales so, my parents used to read these to me as a kid & like…is it really any wonder i love Oscar Wilde so much…I really honestly adore these stories!! 

Wilde (1997) Stephen Fry has been my standard image for Henry Wotton but he does make a damn good Oscar & also Michael Sheen as Robbie Ross is everything
Dorian Gray (2009) now…i have to admit i haven’t watched this but with all things considered i think i’m slightly justified in that due to the blatant disregard of Dorian’s descriptions in the book

Articles / other things to check out!!
queerhistoryproject has 2 great articles on Oscar here & here!! 
An article on Dorian Gray which is great 
This article explains a bit about where Oscar was coming from in the whole ‘aestheticism’ movement!!
And if you’re really keen (like me) there’s this one on Ernest 

I’ll cut my info dump off here - it seems like an ok place to stop! I’ll probably make more posts about Oscar-related things & any lit revision that I think might be useful to put up on this blog? I hope you enjoy the crash-course in Oscar Wilde & that this is all somewhat useful!! :]

Lyanna Mormont & Feminism

I just have one tiny thing to say about Lyanna Mormont’s speech. I’ve seen quite a few people go after her for this particular line: 

“I don’t plan on knitting by the fire while men fight for me.”

A lot of people have said it was very anti-feminist and an insult to women, which I understand where they’re coming from, but Lyanna wasn’t mocking those women. She was mocking the rigid gender norms placed upon girls and women in her society. It was decrying the social construct that dictates women cannot fight their own battles and are only good for what society deems ‘feminine pursuits’. Lyanna’s speech was deconstructing what it meant to be female at that time and declaring that women do not need men to fight their battles for them; that they are perfectly capable of fighting their own battles. We, as modern day women, cannot define her speech by our understanding of feminism today. Feminist discourse would have been largely unheard of in that period of time. What women of that day value most is incomparable to what we as modern viewers value now. For such a toxic patriarchal society, giving women autonomy over their own futures, and thusly their own battles, was a far more needed pursuit. The comment about knitting by the fire was not to say those who do knit and enjoy it are weaker and thus unworthy of being a woman, but rather it was to decry these archaic gender roles placed upon them. Women are capable of far more than society has given them the chance to display. 

It’s completely unfair to view Lyanna’s speech through our twenty-first-century lenses because the circumstances are different. It’s the same argument we use when we apply feminist theory to literature. Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, if read through modern day goggles, would not be considered as groundbreaking a novel as it was at the time of its publication in 1847, but it very much was. 

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”

“Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, to absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer.“

To us, these quotes would not be that powerful. As beautiful as the language is, the concept that women feel just as men feel is not revolutionary for us. But at the time, Bronte’s Jane Eyre was certainly revolutionary in its attempt to dismantle this cultural imposition on women over their need to be the passive and submissive “Angel in the House” (a concept of the penultimate feminine ideal described by Coventry Patmore in his poem published in 1854).

Imposing twenty-first-century notions of feminism on a culture that has yet to actually experience any wave or trickle of feminism is unfair. Contextually, Lyanna’s speech was for its time revolutionary and so was Jon’s decision to have both men and women fight. Even Sansa, who is not a fighter, acknowledges this by her smirk during the speech. It is not a slight towards those who are more domestic, but a slight towards culturally imposed notions of what it means to be feminine by men who see women’s worth as only mothers, caretakers and nurturers, without acknowledging them as a whole human that is far more complex than these strict roles allow them.

And for each woman, the question of femininity is always going to be different. For Lyanna, her fight has always been against those who underestimate her right to lead and the power she commands, and that is what she specifically addresses. There’s a famous conversation by lecturer and professor of literature and gender studies Ann Snitow in her 1989 essay ‘A Gender Diary’.

Her friend says in regards to the feminist movement: 

“Now I can be a woman; it’s no longer so humiliating. I can stop fantasizing that secretly I am a man, as I used to, before I had children. Now I can value what was once my shame.”

In contrast, Snitow said:

“Now I don’t have to be a woman anymore. I need never become a mother. Being a woman has always been humiliating, but I used to assume there was no exit. Now the very idea of ‘woman’ is up for grabs. ‘Woman’ is my slave name; feminism will give me freedom to seek some other identity altogether.”

It’s always been these contradicting ideologies that simultaneously fuels feminism as a movement and hinders it. Feminists for decades have struggled to reconcile both ways of thinking, but personally, I believe neither is wrong. For me, feminism is the freedom to believe in either. 

This is why I don’t see Lyanna’s speech as being particularly anti-feminist. Saying so is too black and white of a statement, which has never been something you can attribute to feminism. The movement itself is too nuanced, as are most movements.   

Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

Female Fronted Goth Bands (+some extra not-so-goth ones)

45 Grave (Horrorpunk, Deathrock, Goth rock)
Alice Moving Under Skies (electrogoth)
All My Faith Lost (neofolk, neoclassical, darkwave, gothic)
All About Eve (goth rock)
Ana Curra (post punk, synthpop, new wave)
Antiworld (deathrock, horror punk, punk rock)
Asrai (goth rock, goth metal)
Asphyxia (ebm, dark electro)
Aural Vampire (electronic, darkwave, industrial, synthpop)
Autumn (goth rock)
Ayria (futurepop, synthpop, electro-industrial)
Aythis (dark ambient, neoclassical, ethereal, gothic)
Belaboris (new wave, post punk)
Belgrado (post punk, deathrock, punk rock)
Bella Lune (darkwave, electronic, synthpop, gothic)
Bestial Mouths (post punk, deathrock, no wave)
Birdeatsbaby (dark cabaret, punk cabaret)
Black Ice (deathrock, post punk, goth rock)
Black Tape For A Blue Girl (darkwave, ethereal, gothic, dark ambient)
Blood And Roses (post punk, goth rock, deathrock)
Castration Squad (deathrock, punk, horror punk)
Catholic Spit (deathrock, post punk, goth rock)
Cauda Pavonis (goth rock, glam goth, gothic)
Chiasm (industrial)
Christ vs Warhol (deathrock, post punk)
Cindergarden (darkwave, electronic, synthpop, gothic)
Claire Voyant (indie pop, downtempo)
Closterkeller (goth rock, goth metal)
Cocteau Twins (dream pop, post punk, ethereal)
Collide (darkwave, industrial, gothic, electronic)
Crimson Scarlet (death rock, post punk, goth rock)
Dance Macabre (post punk, goth rock, new wave, deathrock)
Danielle Dax (experimental)
Dark Orange (post punk, gothic, ambient)
Darling Violetta (goth, dark pop)
Dead Souls Rising (darkwave, goth rock)
Deadly Nightshade Botanical Society (steampunk, darkwave, goth)
Devilish Presley (punk rock, goth rock, gothabilly)
Die Laughing (goth rock)
Diva Destruction (darkwave, goth rock)
Dreamgaze (shoegaze, dream pop, gothic, post punk)
Ego Likeness (darkwave, industrial rock)
Elvira And The Bats (deathrock, deathrock revival)
Esben and the Witch (electronic, post punk, indie)
Escarlatina Obsessiva (deathrock, post punk)
Esoterik (darkwave synth)
Ethereum (electro, industrial, gothic)
Eva O (deathrock, punk rock, goth rock)
Faith And Disease (darkwave, goth, deathrock)
Faith And The Muse (darkwave, goth rock)
Fangs On Fur (deathrock, post punk, goth rock)
Fear Of Dolls (goth rock, post punk)
Fever Ray (electronic, experimental, ambient)
Geisha (finnish 80’s synthpop, post punk)
Ghost Dance (goth rock, post punk)
Gitane Demone (goth rock, deathrock)
Guilty Strangers (post punk, goth, no wave)
Hannah Fury (dark cabaret, ethereal)
Hate In The Box (alternative rock, horror rock, goth)
I:Scintilla (indistrial, electronic, industrial rock)
Inkubus Sukkubus (goth rock, darkwave, pagan rock)
Jack Off Jill (goth rock, punk rock)
Johnny Hollow (electronic, darkwave)
Kanon Wakeshima (neoclassical darkwave, dark ambient, baroque pop)
Kitchen And The Plastic Spoons (post punk, new wave, deathrock)
Kristen Lawrence (halloween carols)
La Peste Negra (deathrock, goth rock)
Lesbian Bed Death (gothic rock)
Light Asylum (post punk, synthpop, darkwave)
Love Spirals Downward (ethereal, ambient, shoegaze, dreampop, darkwave)
Lucyfix (goth rock)
Lydia Lunch (post punk, no wave, spoken word)
Masquerade (post punk, goth rock)
Mechanical Moth (gothic, darkwave, ebm)
Mina Harker (darkwave, gothic, industrial)
Miranda Sex Garden (goth rock, darkwave, ethereal wave)
Mors Syphilitica (ethereal, darkwave, goth rock)
Naughty Zombies (death rock, horror punk, goth punk, psychobilly)
New Days Delay (deathrock, goth rock, post punk)
Novocaine Mausoleum (deathrock, goth rock)
Ophelia’s Dream (neoclassical, darkwave, ethereal)
Patricia Morrison (punk rock, goth rock, punk blues)
Penis Flytrap (deathrock, horror punk)
Persephone (darkwave, goth, ethereal)
Purple Fog Side (darkwave, electronic, synthgoth)
Qntal (electro medieval, ethereal, gothic)
Quidam (goth, deathrock)
Rasputina (cello rock)
Rats Kill Bats (deathrock, punk, post punk)
RazorBladeKisses (goth rock)
Reliquary (darkwave, goth rock)
Requiem In White (deathrock, goth rock, ethereal)
Rhea’s Obsession (darkwave, ethereal, gothic)
Rita Lynch (goth rock, alternative rock)
Rouge Fonce (dark cabaret. alternative rock)
Rubella Ballet (punk rock, anarcho punk, goth rock)
Rule Of Thirds (deathrock, post punk, goth rock)
Scarlet’s Remains (deathrock, goth rock)
Scarling (alternative rock)
Scary Bitches (deathrock, goth rock)
Silene (goth rock)
Siouxsie And The Banshees (alternative rock, post punk, goth rock, new wave, punk rock)
Skeletal Family (goth rock)
Sopor Aeternus (neoclassical darkwave, dark folk, neo medieval, goth rock)
Strange Boutique (goth rock)
Strawberry Switchblade (pop rock, new wave)
Subtonix (post punk, deathrock, goth rock)
Sunshine Blind (goth rock, darkwave)
Super Heroines (death rock, goth rock, punk rock)
Swann Danger (goth rock, deathrock, post punk, new wave)
Switchblade Symphony (goth rock, darkwave, alternative rock, symphonic rock)
Tapping The Vein (industrial, goth rock, goth metal)
The Birthday Massacre (synthrock)
The Clockwork Dolls (steampunk, neo victorian, symphonic)
The Creatures (more Siouxsie) (alternative rock, experimental)
The Divine Madness (alternative rock, dance punk, goth rock)
The Eden House (goth rock, darkwave)
The March Violets (post punk)
The Plague (goth, deathrock)
The Readership Hostile (deathrock, pst punk, goth rock)
The Shroud (ethereal, darkwave, goth rock)
The Spiritual Bat (goth rock)
The Vanishing (deathrock, death disco, electronic)
This Ascension (ethereal, darkwave, goth rock)
This Mortal Coil (dream pop, goth rock, ethereal wave)
Toys Went Berserk (post punk, alternative rock, goth rock)
TyLean (dark cello)
Unter Null (industrial, ebm, dark electro)
Unto Ashes (neofolk, gothic, ethereal, darkwave)
Unwoman (cello, ethereal, gothic, electronic)
Valentine Wolfe (neovictorian)
Vampyre Heart (goth rock, goth metal)
Veronica Lipgloss and the Evil Eyes (deathrock, post punk, no wave, synthpunk, avantgarde)
Voodoo Church (deathrock, goth rock)
Xmal Deutschland (Neue Deutsche Welle, goth rock, new wave)
Zadera (deathrock, post punk, goth rock)
Zeitgeist Zero (gothic, alternative, girly goth)


Chancery Lane by Orms

Orms’ scheme for the site will deliver a BREEAM excellent development, mixing 5,000sqm of offices with retail spaces and five residential units – all hidden behind a restored Victorian façade. Perhaps more importantly to the long-term sustainability of the neighbourhood, the design has also re-thought Chichester Rents, making it a more attractive place to linger. The bridges that connect the office spaces above at either end of the alley have been removed and a stepped infill introduced in its place. This ‘jewel’ is clad in faceted anodised aluminium panels which will change in appearance according to the movement of the sun throughout the day. In the lighter, more airy space below, new connections have been introduced to make the Rents into an inviting retail thoroughfare, linking into nearby Bishops Court.

Day 06 : Victorian Era

An AU where Dean is a young bachelor starting in the city. During a masquerade he meets Lord Castiel from the highly esteemed Milton family… and learns how things are done in London.

Inktober Art Tag

mizjoely  asked:

For the fic ask: "You caught me without my gloves I'm practically naked!"

Taken from this historical prompts post- 

Thanks for this one! Love it! And naturally, this is Victorian era, seeing as that was a big time gloves/modesty time period. Hope you like! :D

Molly tugged impatiently at the satin material at her fingertips with jaw tightly clenched. She was absolutely suffocating.

And it wasn’t just the temperature in that dining hall.

She lay the cream colored gloves on the railing of the balcony and took deep breaths of the cool night air, trying to ease her mind and tell herself it would all be ok.

Thomas was fine, perfectly fine. He was a lovely man. And more than likely he’d be proposing any day. Surely this would be an excellent match. Yes, the conversation was a bit tedious and there seemed to be no spark, but Molly was no fool. Fairytales didn’t exist and it was silly to wait for a man who could turn her turn to a puddle with a single touch.

Molly sighed and slid her hands along the railing, enjoying the cool metal on her now bare fingers. Though her relaxation was short lived, seeing as she accidentally knocked her gloves over the edge and to the ground below…just as she heard a low voice behind her.

“Yes, it will always be like this.”

She whirled around to see Sherlock Holmes stepping onto the balcony, wearing a knowing smirk.

Ah yes. He was the other reason it was getting a bit warm inside.

“Always be like what?” Molly questioned as she laid her bare arms on the railing behind her back.

He chuckled while coming closer. “Oh Miss Hooper, you know who I am. Obviously you were standing out here questioning the course your life is currently taking. Wondering if things will always be quite this dull, and wondering whether you can bear to put up with it for the rest of your days. And there are things you question whether you can do without.”

She swallowed hard, her arms now the least of her worries. She felt a bit stripped down in more than one way now.

She’d spent enough time with Sherlock Holmes, the infamous detective, to decide that he was nothing short of intoxicating. Molly couldn’t get enough of him, and that frightened her more than a little. Especially given the fact that he usually seemed so aloof.

“A-and how can you claim to know my thoughts so very intimately, sir?” Molly questioned softly, though she was almost afraid to hear the answer. Was she so very transparent?

Sherlock stepped closer still, keeping eye contact as he slowly reached around her back to slide a hand over her bare arm, causing goose bumps to erupt all along her flesh, which she blushed to know he’d naturally feel beneath his fingertips. She couldn’t possibly look away, no matter how hard her heart was pounding and how difficult it seemed to get enough air.

He took her hand and gently pulled it out from behind her back to slowly bring it up to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to her smooth skin. As he removed his mouth, he spoke softly.

“Perhaps, Miss Hooper, I have simply recognized something in you…which I’d recently seen in myself.”

Molly felt her face heat to the boiling point when her gaze inadvertently fell upon his lips, thinking of how they’d just felt on her hand. And just when she saw his eyes slip to her lips as well…he unexpectedly stepped away and moved toward the door.

A crushing blow of disappointment washed over her and she began questioning whether this was some sort of cruel trick or game or-

“Miss Hooper, are you coming?”

Her gaze shot to his in confusion. “Pardon?”

“It occurs to me that no matter how fine a place Dr. and Mrs. Watson had chosen for their engagement dinner, your gloves should not be left in the grass behind this establishment. It seems only right that we briefly steal away to retrieve them from where they fell.” His lips lifted in a small but telling smile.

Molly’s lips bloomed in a smile to match his as she slowly crossed the balcony to take his arm so that they could quietly slip out the back way and into the moonlight. Granted, fairytales still didn’t exist, but nevertheless she was perfectly content. Because what did exist was true love.

And she’d found it.

anonymous asked:

I've an Enquiry to make of the most Eloquent and Humble Editor, should he wish to address it. I wish to acquire the secrets of your Brilliant and Magniloquent writing, and would be absolutely chuffed were you to Comprise a miniature list pertaining to the finer points of Perfecting the 18th century style of chirography. - Yours, a Fervent Admirer.

Charming Reader–

You flatter me to Excess! I, of such Generous and Amiable Temperament, could hardly refuse such a favourably-put Request.

The Primary, and in my Own Opinion, Finest Means of perfecting one’s Style is Immersion, or more feasibly, Sampling of the Works of Our Times. These can be readily found, and one can peruse the Corpus of Pope, Austen, Radcliffe, Swift, Shelley, Wollstonecraft, et. al with Ease and in the Tranquillity of one’s Home. One would also be Well-Served in seeking out a Multiplicitous Array of works; not merely those Academic, Literary, and Refined, but the Journals, Letters, and Account-books which are the Breath of Daily Life; this is perhaps more difficult.

Barring such Endeavour, one may begin with the following Principles:

  • Emphasis, when appropriate, of Nouns, Adjectives, and Adverbs. consider whether that gentleman carries himself lamentably, or whether that Gentleman carries himself Lamentably.
  • Gentility in referring to Persons of one’s Acquaintance; the Lady G– perhaps earns more Discretion than one’s bootblack T-m D-gb-
  • Never living in Apprehension of having spoken too long, or with too much Verbosity, to be Understood; one must have Faith one’s Reader is of a Mind, if not the Very Same, then of Equal Reason, Dexterity, and Enlightenment–a Peer in Every Regard–and Able, thus Willing, to follow one’s Winding Thoughts as a Cheerful and Tree-lined Path, full of Greenery in the Height of Summer, when Nature is her Fairest; and if they are not, to never let it Trouble you, nor fill your pen with Hesitation.

stephanniesissues  asked:

Aaaand also a fluffy one 51 😍😍😍 please and thank you 💞

I decided to go Victorian arranged marriage with this one. Somehow the romance of the prompt swept me away and made me want a period setting. :)

51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

Molly sat by the fire with her feet tucked under her, still sniffling occasionally and dabbing at her eyes. She hated how deeply she was still affected by this; just by the simple calendar date. There were times she wished she was as little influenced by emotions as her husband was. In fact, it was probably a mercy that he wasn’t home yet.

This was the fifth anniversary of her father’s death, and the first one that she’d experienced while being married to Sherlock Holmes, which in some ways made it more distressing. Shouldn’t she be happier overall? Some sadness was surely normal, but this? No, this was not how a newly married woman should feel on the day she lost her father a full five years earlier.

She felt so alone.

That was when she heard the door to the flat open and she desperately tried to wipe the remaining moisture from her eyes and fully turn to the fire so that Sherlock couldn’t see her face. She hoped he would just putter around and perhaps go to bed, leaving her in peace. It gave her a start when she felt his hand come to rest on her shoulder.

“Forgive my late return,” he said softly, eyes sweeping her face and seeing what she wished he wouldn’t

“Forgiven,” Molly mumbled, her voice not steady enough to truly speak aloud.

Sherlock’s hand slid down her shoulder, down her arm, and then grasped her hand as he took a seat in his chair across from her.

“I am sorry that you are grieving so painfully today,” he whispered.

Molly’s face instantly crumpled again at the his acknowledgement of her sadness and she tried to cover her face. But he pulled her hand away.

“Molly, you needn’t hide this from me.”

“You do not want- you cannot endure…” she tried to catch her breath through sobs. “You cannot endure a flood of emotion and sentiment like this! This is precisely wh-what you hate!”

“It doesn’t matter what I’ve said in the past about emotion because right now you are hurting and I love you.”

Her sobs stilled. He had never said that before. Nothing even close. In the six months since their arranged marriage, mostly courtesy of the elder Holmes brother, Molly had barely heard a peep of her husband’s actual feelings for her. He seemed to tolerate her presence. He clearly liked having her help. But affection? No, Molly had quickly abandoned that possibility. So to hear those three little words tumble from his lips so vehemently was truly unreal.

Sherlock gave her hand a gentle tug to ease her out of the chair, and then he guided her over to instead be seated across his lap. Her cheeks flushed at this level of affection which had been unknown in their marriage till now. At least, not outside of the bedroom. And even then, he’d joined her there only a handful of times since their wedding day.

Molly gave him a cautious smile. “You really love me?”

He nodded. “I apologize that I’ve been remiss about displaying it. Just today I had a rather…frank talking to by Mrs. Watson.”

Molly smiled in amusement along with him, seeing as she knew Mary well enough to imagine how forcefully she would have spoken to Sherlock if he was in need of it.

“She reminded me,” Sherlock went on, “that I am now a husband first, and a detective second, and that my actions and behavior toward you as my wife should make that more than clear. So I promise that from here forward you will not need to feel unsure about how I feel and that I’ll always be here for you in cases of need, both physical and emotional, because…I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

Molly let out a heavy sigh of relief as she leaned into him and hugged him close, burying her face in his shoulder.

“Heavens, I am grateful that you came to your sense today,” she mumbled into his shirt.

“I should not have held back for so long,” he whispered back. “Letting go was rather…frightening though. I felt ill equipped to truly allow myself to fall.”

She held him tighter. “It’s all right, because I’ve got you. And I love you too.”

He pulled back and cleared his throat. “But this is hardly about me! I am here for you this evening. So I was hoping that perhaps…you would tell me a bit about your father.”

Molly smiled. There truly was so much that she’d like to share. So much that Sherlock would be fascinated to hear and that might even make him laugh. But she decided to start by softly saying what felt the most wonderfully fitting in that blessed moment.

“He would have loved you.”