That's a great idea!
That's a great idea!
by nosoulwriter
What if Enola had decided to agree with Tewksbury and went into hiding instead of going straight to his residence? What if she had taken a ‘safer’ route in which she discovers a series of many corrupted aristocrats and nobles all planning on keeping the world as it is and radicals like Tewksbury or William (From the second movie) had to be taken down and killed before it is too late.
A small one-shot that I might never finish nor even think of publishing.
Words: 4956, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Enola Holmes (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M
Characters: Elona Holmes, Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury's Mother, Sir Whimbrel, Dowager Lady Basilwether, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes
Relationships: Enola Holmes/Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Enola Holmes & Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Enola Holmes & Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43239694
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The Thing About Love
Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Tewksbury x sister reader
Request: So, what about being Tewksbury's younger sister and teasing him about Enola??
Request by: @creative-girl
*not my gif*
Summary: It was really just a simple inquiry, but then again, your brother always was dramatic
A/N: I’m literally obsessed with Enola Holmes
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
“Brother,” You announced, striding into the sitting room, “I need to talk to you about love.”
Tewksbury’s head snapped up at that, “You’re not in love are you?” His eyes widened in horror at the thought.
You rolled your eyes impatiently, plopping down in a chair across from him, “No, of course not,” A sly smirk made its way onto your face, “But you are…”
He sputtered on air for a moment before choking out, “And wherever did you hear a thing like that?”
You shrugged, proudly stating, “I heard some of the maids whispering about it.”
A huff escaped from his lips as he tried to go back to whatever book he was reading, “It is none of their business, and nor is it yours.”
Your smirk widened as you leaned forward in your seat, “Does Miss Enola Holmes know that you love her?”
He snapped his book shut and glared at you, standing up, “That is none of your concern.” He was really starting to grow annoyed, something you loved to do to him.
You leaned back with a giggle, putting a hand over your mouth, “Oh, alright, don’t get all angry with me.” A snicker escaped your lips.
Groaning playfully, you skipped after him as he stomped out of the room, clearly leaving to try and get some peace and quiet.
“What happens in my life is not for you to know, especially not… that.” He threw a glare at you from over his shoulder.
Dramatically, you threw a hand over your heart, “Oh, how you wound me, brother!”
An idea sparked in your head as you both entered the gardens, him sitting down against a tree and opening his book once again, and a mischievous smirk took over your features.
You quickly shook it off and put your acting skills to the test, timidly walking over to your brother as you rubbed your hand up and down one of your arms.
“Brother?” You called out hesitantly, head trained to the ground, but eyes glancing up at him.
He turned his head up and opened his mouth to snap at you once more, but closed it when he saw the state you were in, “What is it?” He softened slightly.
It took every bit of willpower you had not to laugh at how geniuses your plan was.
“I… I really did want to ask you about love.” You replied, making sure to turn red a little bit at your words, “There’s… this boy.”
Once again, his book was slammed shut and he was on his feet quicker than you could blink.
“A boy?” He demanded, eyes holding a different kind of rage than you had ever seen before, “Who?”
You sighed dreamily for extra effect as you looked up to the sky, “Oh, just this boy I met at the market the other day. He really is the most wonderful boy I have ever met.”
“Who?” He seethed again, knuckles turning white from where he was gripping his book. Then, he began murmuring to himself, “Why, when I get my hands on him-“
That was when it became too much, you burst out in laughter, doubling over in the most un-ladylike fashion, even snorting a little bit.
“Oh, my!” You exclaimed, reaching up to wipe a tear, “You really should have seen your face, brother, I could hardly have hoped for such a reaction!”
He stood frozen for a moment before he realized you were making the whole thing up and he scowled, crossing his arms over his chest and beginning to once again sulk away.
“Oh, come now, brother!” You called after him in between giggles, “You must admit, that was comical!”
“It most certainly was not!” He snapped back.
You grinned and hurried along after him, “So, tell me more about you and Enola.”
Detectives 🕵️- none yet
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