Newmann’s wonderful spirit mysteries, 1911
OMF OKAY VICTORIAN (OR EDWARDIAN) AU
okay so Newt grew up poor as hell in the East End, and the combination of his class background and his mental illnesses keeps him basically unemployable but he scrapes by running small-scale cons on rich Londoners, until
one day he realizes that with his quick wit, his flair for the theatrical, and his extraordinary mechanical genius, he could make way better money as a spiritualist, and he’s right; before he knows it he and his amazing spirit cabinets that bring forth vibrations from the next world are playing the biggest houses in London and sometimes he does private seances in wealthy assholes’ homes and makes hella bank and maybe sometimes he feels a little bad when he’s swindling bereaved old ladies but hey, he’s giving them what they want, and he’s basically a rock star
and Hermann is a highly respected mathematician and activist skeptic who dedicates most of the time that he’s not lecturing at the London School of Economics to debunking spirit mediums, and he sets his sights on Newton as his
Newton really bothers him because he can easily see, five minutes into watching him do his thing from the back row (where Hermann sits to watch the show in disguise, because he himself has enough of a reputation as a mythbuster that he has to worry about getting recognized) that Newton is a genius, in a purely intellectual sense of course, and he’s chosen to waste it on this claptrap, and oh, Hermann is going to get him.
and then they do sex
I feel so bad for the op of this image.
I’m sorry we fandomed all over it, OP.
We are there worst seriously
Still want to read that fic.