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dating louis partridge would include..
-london dates. absolutely
-louis loves his city and knows it inside out, he will take you to EVERY spot he knows (if you aren’t from london or unfamiliar with it)
-vice versa, when he visits the US you’ll show him all the places you could visit during his trip
-making fun of each others accents
-“bottah o wota 🤓”
-“oh yeah? howdy partner! gonna rustle up some grub?”
-“i’m not even from the south you idiot!”
-teaching each others lingo
-“why do you call them chips?”
-“why do you call them french fries? you’re not even french”
-“if you call french fries chips, what do you call actual chips?”
-“crisps!”
-visiting him on set <3
-taking pictures of him in his character costume and making him pose
-“oh you look so precious lord tewkesbury”
-he gets all blushy and pretends to hate it
-despite his multiple kissing scenes with millie, you and her are great friends
-“oh y/n, i am so happy to see you on set again! it’s been ages!”
-“oh don’t mind me right here ladies”
-you loved his look as sid, he was a little hesitant about the hair at first but with some flirting and compliments he ended up really liking it
-while you weren’t a big fan of the role itself, he looked incredibly handsome and keeping your hands off of him was more difficult than you thought, especially the scene with him shirtless in a cowboy hat
-“like what you see?”
-“oh please, calm yourself”
-“don’t act like i haven’t seen you yearning for me to kiss you this whole time”
-he was the cockiest little shit when he knew his effect on you
-“whatever”
-(louis is definitely not the jealous type, this is for my delulu girls including myself)
-he’s always liked to be touchy with you at all times, but when you’re at a red carpet with him / premiere or generally just in public and he can tell guys are wanting to talk to you, he’ll kiss you basically every minute
-“y/n, knock knock”
-“who’s there?”
-*smooch*
-you pretend not to know what he’s doing, but it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy
-he’ll have his arm around you 24/7
-one time when a guy had the confidence to come talk to you while louis was talking to a castmate, he was over in a flash.
-“hey babe! who’s this?”
-“we’ll i’m-
-“oh yeah! anyways, y/n, we have that date for 7:00 tonight. i got us a hotel room for after too. they even have a jacuzzi, can you believe that?”
-the guy had long gone rolled his eyes and walked away
-“you have nothing to worry about louis, trust me”
-“thank y-
-“i specifically told all my secret boyfriends not to come talk to me so you don’t have to see them”
-“haha.”
-PASSIONATE KISSES !!!!!!! (!!!)
-this man will grab your face and kiss you and pull you as close as possible to him
-another classic, he’ll put his hands on your waist and trace his finger tips around it during a deep makeout session
-he KNOWS his effect on you and will take every chance possible to make you flustered
-coming to his model events, who wouldn’t?
-it gets so difficult for him sometimes, he has to ignore his girlfriend in the audience who is silently cheering like crazy and blowing kisses
-you like to bring him bouquets of flowers each time and he loves it, it makes him feel appreciated. especially with how many times he had been rejected as a model for his height (true story, isn’t that crazy??)
-weekend getaways on weeks he isn’t too busy, you go out to a different area each time usually just the two of you
-even when he’s extra busy, he’ll try to still make room for at least a saturday. he doesn’t wanna lose the special connection you have
-he is such a sweetheart. such a sweetheart
-he was raised to be a gentleman and it SHOWS
-if you guys are outside and paparazzi or fans get too rough, he won’t hesitate to raise his voice at them. it’s one thing to overwhelm him, but his girlfriend? never in a million years would he allow that
-same with backlash from fans, he doesn’t care if they don’t “like” your relationship and he’ll publicly speak out about the backlash if it gets too much
-candid pics!!
-he loves taking candid pics of you when he thinks you look pretty (basically every hour of the day)
-tons of polaroid / film photos
-he has them hung up and has his favorite one of you together in his wallet so he can always have you near him
-when you wake up and have bed hair, when you’re doing your skincare / makeup, when you’re eating etc
-he loves buying you outfits or accessories and seeing you in them, especially jewelry
-he never gets you ring finger rings, he wants to get you one when it’ll be only ring you’ll ever wear for the rest of your time
-he’s the best
#tapesfrom1980#louis partridge#viscount tewksbury#louis partridge x reader#lord tewksbury#louis partridge x y/n#tewksbury x reader
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thank you enola holmes 2 fan service. lord tewksbury got me giggling and kicking my feet up everytime he came on scene omg
#lord tewksbury#enola x tewkesbury#enola 2#louis partridge#enola holmes#tewkesbury x reader#viscount tewksbury#gay mlm#tewksbury x reader#enola holmes 2
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tewkesbury hc's !!
a/n: some of my random (and somewhat self-indulgent) flower boy headcanons after watching enola holmes 2! enjoy :)
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❀ loves the combination of chocolate and orange
❀ just loves citrus in general
❀ favorite color is purple, second favorite blue, third yellow
❀ knows an insane amount about plants and will sometimes randomly spew out a random fact
❀ the two of you are walking down the street, chatting about topics not at all related to nature, and all of a sudden, he's like, "did you know-" {proceeds to tell you the most insanely obscure plant fact ever about a flower you've never even heard of}
❀ loves animals
❀ and he's always so proud of himself for knowing it too
❀ random plant facts are also his go-to conversation starters
❀ is extremely clumsy and constantly knocks things over, trips over his own feet, etc. but all of a sudden, all the clumsiness leaves his body when dancing or fencing ?? he has beef with coordination idk
❀ his favorite flower is the one that reminds him the most of you
❀ he knows the meaning and symbolism of every flower, so he always has a reason or message with each on he gives you
❀ he also looooves poetry
❀ not afraid to pour his heart out to you poetically
❀ but only once you've been close a while, in the beginning he's a hot, awkward mess, tripping over his words left and right
❀ he does much better writing out his feelings at the start
❀ hides poetic notes in your flower bouquets, or leaves pressed flowers in your letters
❀ extremely dramatic
❀ the type of dramatic to claim he's on the brink of death after getting a single paper cut
❀ in fact, he's so dramatic that when little things happen to you, he overreacts for you. what a gentleman
❀ definitely a hopeless romantic
❀ extremely good with kids
❀ slightly afraid of the dark
❀ his favorites are deer and horses, but he also just loves birds
❀ was a late bloomer when it came to walking, but started talking super early as a baby (it just makes sense okay)
❀ sometimes dances around in his room, alone, pretending he's dancing with you
❀ also practices romantic things to say to you in the mirror
❀ has super fancy-dancy penmanship and makes it look effortless
❀ really likes art, specifically romanticism style paintings
❀ plays the piano beautifully
❀ also understands latin and is fluent in french because he's fancy
❀ very easily entertained
❀ also has a very short attention span for most things and gets distracted easily
❀ main love language is words of affirmation, followed closely by gift giving and acts of service
❀ loves his hair being played with
❀ owns a journal where he logs each day
❀ absolutely loves jam
❀ avid lover of jasmine tea and green tea
❀ also puts a ridiculous amount of honey in it
❀ oddly afraid of frogs and toads
thats all i can think of for now, hope you enjoyed that.
side not, posted this on 11/11 at 11:11 my time bc im so cool like that. you're welcome.
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Favorite guy
Tewksbury x fem!reader
Part one
Overview: Tewksbury was true to his word. He definitely tried to make it up to you. Not with big extravagant gestures. But with small meaningful ones. Like bringing home your favorite flowers, making dinner, and coming home a little early just to see you. But you were still mad and hurt. However Tewksbury doesn’t want to talk about it he just wants you to forgive him.
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After a particular exhausting day with the duchess’s and ladies of the court you just wanted and hot shower and sleep. Walking home you felt on the verge of passing out on the side of the street. When you opened the door to your place you expected it to be empty. It was only 6 o’clock Tewksbury didn’t normally come home until 7 sometimes 8. Walking closer you noticed Tewksbury was there. He was sitting on the sofa mumbling to him self with a… You actually don’t know what is in his lap.
Tewksbury? Are you alright? You touch his shoulder and he turns quick.
Y/n! Oh I didn’t here you come in. He’s looking at you almost like he’s nervous.
Yeah I just got home. Are you alright? You ask him again.
No no I’m fine just uhh uhh hard day today. Oh wait I have something for you. He hands you the object he had in his lap before. Now you can really see it. It’s smaller about the size of your hand, rectangular, about and inch thick and it’s covered with wrapping paper.
You’re starting to feel bad. He’s really trying to get your forgiveness. But he’s doing it in ways you don’t care about. You just want to sit down and talk about it. But you rip the paper to discover it’s a small book titled the meaning and history of flowers. You flipped through the pages and notice everything is hand written. You flip back to the first page and see the name.
You wrote a book?
Not really. It’s not published or anything. This is the only copy. I filled that one up I’m starting a new one soon. He says this so nonchalantly like filling a 200 page book with pure facts on flowers isn’t worth being happy over published or not.
Tewksbury this is amazing! He flinches like really flinches. Hey what’s wrong.
Nothing nothing. It’s dumb.
Please talk to me Tewksbury please. Again he flinches
He sits back down and you sit with him. He opens his mouth to talk but no words come out. You know this is about. You’re fight a couple days ago. Ever since then he’s been acting strange.
He gets up and starts pacing in front of you and mumbling to him self again then suddenly he looks back at you and starts talking. Y/n listen I know you’re probably still mad and I would be to if the roles were flipped but please please forgive me I’ll do anything. I cant go on like this. Knowing that you hate me. I cant do it anymore. I need you to forgive me. Please I love you. You know I love you. I promise I will never do anything like that ever again. If I do you can discard me because that what I would deserve…
Tewksb…
No please stop. Don’t don’t. I hate that please.
What?
You calling me Tewksbury. it’s wrong. I don’t like it. He look almost like he’s in physical pain from your silence. Finally you pat the spot next to you telling him to sit and he does.
Listen. I love you. No matter how many fights we have I will always love you I could never even think about leaving you. I forgive you. For now but this is how we will start working through problems. Not with gifts okay?
Okay. But you got to say they were good gifts. He smirks and you laugh
Yes they were very good gifts. And finally for the first time in days you wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him. It’s messy and slight awkward because both of you can’t stop smiling. When you pull away he pouts and gives you one more quick peck before heading to bed with you favorite man in the world. 
#viscount tewksbury#tewksbury x reader#lord tewksbury#viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether#enola homes 2#enola holmes#louis partridge x reader#louis partridge
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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
#platonic#platonic imagine#x reader#teen reader#enola holmes x reader#enola holmes fanfic#tewksbury x reader#tewksbury x sister reader#elona holmes x reader platonic#sister reader
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when the rain pours, it dries - tewkesbury
summary: after a tough day, you find yourself sitting alone in the rain. typical movie scene, of course. however, in your time of despair, who is it that arrives to help you up? none of than dear old tewkesbury.
word count: 1k
warnings: rain, hurt/comfort, angst (?), emotions, pre-established relationship, living together, L-bombs, tewkesbury being the sweetest boy
a/n: rewatched enola holmes 2 and i had the urge to write about tewkesbury. so i wrote about him.
hope you enjoy it! <3
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it was a rainy evening, and i was sitting on one of the benches that were spread out in the park near the lord's office.
without an umbrella.
of course, it had not been my intention originally to get drenched by the downpour. however, i had been out trying to find clues for my newest case and had ended up losing track of time. as a result, i was now stuck sitting here, wet and cold and so utterly alone.
today had been absolutely terrible.
i had been put onto a new case only a few days ago, yet i had still not found any clues. the client had barged into my office early this morning, ruining my so far perfectly good day, screaming at me for being useless and wasting his time, money and hope.
i was trying- i really was. and things like these do not just happen overnight. but the couple heard none of it, calling me a liar, fraud and a thief, before walking out the door.
for some reason, it was too much for me.
on top of the rent being due for the apartment that tewkesbury and i shared, and all the mental strain i was feeling with mother being gone and the fact that i would never be as good as sherlock and tewkesbury being so busy with the lords, i think i had reached my breaking point after that.
which was why i was now sitting here on this bench in the rain, on the verge of tears.
oh come on y/n, don't be ridiculous.
but it was too late, because tears were already starting to stream down my face.
the fact that the rain was covering them up was a small blessing.
sniffling, i shoved my face into my hands and cried, irritation giving way to the disappointment and sadness that had building up for weeks now.
just great.
suddenly i heard footsteps coming up the path, only to stop right in front of me. then the rain stopped hitting the top of my head, and i looked up to see an umbrella covering me. a hand gripped the handle, and the person bent over from beneath, revealing tewkesbury standing in front of me.
he was holding an umbrella- a smart decision in this weather, and was staring at me in confusion.
"y/n?"
i instantly got off the bench, embarrassed that he had found me in such a state. however in my rush, i ended up stumbling and tipping forward, hands catching the front of tewkesbury's coat for support.
he let out a surprised grunt, his free arm coming to wrap around my waist, catching me before i fell.
"by god, y/n, you're soaked."
i raised my head to see him staring at me, eyes wide. "uh- sorry," i mumbled, righting myself and looking away. mentally scolding myself, i rubbed the raindrops off my face and turned to meet his gaze with a forced smile.
"hello tewkesbury. lovely weather, is it not? i was just out here collecting my thoughts. what brings you here?"
i could tell i was speaking too fast, and that my story was completely ridiculous, because i wrung my hands together in an attempt to calm myself.
"are you alright, y/n?" tewkesbury asked, seeing right through my sorrowful attempt at lying. "you seem...a little off."
"oh no, i'm perfectly fine, i assure you. absolutely wonderful. just enjoying the rain."
he raises an eyebrow, skeptical from under his unnecessarily large black umbrella. seriously, who made that thing? he could fit 5 people in there.
and then there was the matter of him.
how could he look so handsome an such an ungodly hour?
"so, um... what exactly are you doing here?" i asked, hoping he would just answer my question instead of worrying about me.
i hate it when he worries.
he sighed, taking the bait. "i was out at the lords' all day, remember? there was that meeting to discussion the formation of a new bill, so i only just got released."
i cringed, realizing he had told me this both last night and this morning before he left.
oh no, i've completely lost it.
why couldn't i do anything right?
i could feel the tears rising again as my throat began to close up, and i let out a shaky breath.
tewkesbury noticed.
gentle fingers tilted my chin upward, and i saw him looking down at me with concern etched on his face.
"y/n, have you been crying? your eyes are red and you sound upset."
"what? no...no! i'm alright tewkesbury, i-"
my breath hitched mid-sentence and i could feel myself starting to panic.
not again.
tewkesbury cupped my cheek, before pressing his forehead to mine. the warmth of him was a shock to my cold and wet skin, causing me to flinch.
"oh y/n..."
tewkesbury pulled away and motioned for me to take hold of the umbrella, before removing his coat.
"here, put this on."
i opened my mouth to argue, but the look on his face was more than enough for me to be quiet and slip it on.
"thank you" i whispered, sheepish at how much he was having to do because of me.
tewkesbury pulled me into his arms without a word, simply letting the sound of the rain surround the both of us.
after some time had passed, he spoke up.
"truly, y/n. you must understand that you may lean on me if you need to."
"but i-"
"please, y/n. just trust me. i am always here for you if you need me, but that requires you to let me. i cannot help you if you do not let me."
i buried my face into his chest in an attempt to hide the tears that were filling my eyes.
"i don't want to burden you with my worries..." i mumbled, voice muffled by the cloth of his waist coat.
tewkesbury sighed. shifting his grip on the umbrella, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to the top of my head.
"you're never a burden, my love. not to me."
despite my best efforts not to cry, tears began to find their way down my cheeks, and i hugged him tight.
"i love you tewkesbury."
"i love you y/n."
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omg?? yoo can i request a tewkesbury x reader where he has to meet up with some other ladies bc of obligation even tho he likes the reader alot?? ty!!
Of course! I didn’t know if you meant he met up with girls for like an arranged marriage or what but that’s what I did it as… I hope you like it!!
Only her - Viscount Tewkesbury x Reader
Y/n and Tewkesbury have been best friends since they had met by their dear friend Enola. They both just so happened to be in the same cabin as Enola well, he was in a bag on the shelves above y/n. The three quickly became close y/n and Tewksbury in a different light but both were too daft to see their obvious love for each other, Enola however saw right through the two.
After the three were able to solve who the killer of Tewksburys father and attempted murder of he himself, they all separated but y/n made sure to visit him and he the same but the two never revealed their true feelings for eachother. Months later y/n was reading the newspaper and happened to come across an article about the boy.
It read
“ Sir Viscount Tewksbury, Marquess of Basilwether is in search of a spouse, who will be the lucky lady that wins the handsome lords heart?”
This made y/ns heart stop for a second, she knew the boy didn’t feel for her what she felt for him. But did he really feel nothing at all? Tewkesbury on the other hand was troubled as well. He hadn’t told anyone about his feelings for the (y/h/c) haired girl, but he knew his title wouldn’t approve of a lady of y/ns nature. Not that he cared for his title, it was a big part of his life, and his mothers. He’d hate to tarnish the image his family had built overtime, so he agreed.
Over the months y/n had come back in contact with Enola. She of course knew of the situation as she made sure to keep an eye out for her two only and best friends. “I feel horrible, like fours he really feel nothing for me?” Y/n said sitting upside down on the couch beside enola. Enola wasn’t very good with emotional things so she focused on the facts “Tewkesbury is a nincompoop, he sees himself as a man of his word when he candle face put to his feelings.” She said. Y/n looked at the girl in wonder “what feelings? He’s out looking for a spouse, and it’s been months! Who knows he probably has one picked out” she cried. Enola just sighed at her friend.
Tewkesbury was standing in his bedroom looking out the window at the well trimmed hedges, and she freshly cut grass having an hard time getting his mind off of y/n… none of the lady’s he had met had quite caught his eye, not like y/n did. They didn’t have those witty remarks, or they wouldnt talk unless spoken too, they were all the same. None stuck out, it was at that moment standing in his room had he decided to confess his love to his mother, and the world.
At dinner he built up the courage to ask his mother to talk, she accepted of course. “ mum, I’d like to tell you something.” He said looking at his hands. “Sure, anything” she replied as she sat down her utensils and gave her full attention to her son. “I’ve made my decision, on the one I want to marry” he said now looking his mother in the eye. Her eyes lit up as she asked which lovely lady he had chosen to court. “ you remember y/n right? The one who helped save my life?” He asked. As if her smile couldn’t brighten anymore it did. “Of course I remember who saved my sons life. Is she the one?” She asked with a slight smirk at the end. Tewkesbury blushed at this and stuttered “y-yes, but only if she agrees” he stated. His mother beamed “I am very pleased with your choice, we’ll send out a word in the morning confirming your choice.”
The very next day a news article had been sent out all around London
“ Sir Viscount Tewksbury, Marquess of Basilwether has made his decision. He reveals his love for a lady unlike any he’d ever met, and he hopes to see her face to face again soon, I wonder who the anonymous lady is, hopefully she is soon revealed.”
When y/n read this her heart shelters to the tiniest pieces, he had found a girl, and it wasn’t her. Her fear had came true as she dropped tears all over the newspaper. She knew the boy was now taken but she had to see him one more time.
She made her way to the court where she knew he’d be. When she arrived she was welcomed in and met by the very person she had come to see. Tewkesbury had saw her red eyes and his heart shattered at the thought of the girl he loved crying over anything. “Y/n? Are you alright?” He asked worried. The girl smiled the best she could and replied “yes, I’m alright. I just came to say congratulations on finding your wife, I do hope she knows how lucky she is.” She said with a smile that didn’t real. It may have to anyone else but him. “I’d actually been meaning to talk to you about that” he said. She tilted her head in confusion at him. He took that as his que to continue
“Yn ever since the day I met you in that train, I’ve felt this urge to always be near you. I don’t know if it’s th way you are able ti make me laugh, or you don’t care about what anyone says or just maybe the simple face that you are like no woman I have ever met. I don’t know but I know that I love you, and it would mean the world to me is you would do the honors of becoming my wife.” He said every word with so much emotion it bought more tears to y/ns eyes but good tears.
She didn’t say anything for a while and it made him nervous. “If you don’t it’s completely okay I’ll choose someo-“ he was cut off by y/n wrapping her arms around his neck and firmly pressing her lips to his. It took him a second before he kissed back. The kiss was filled with so much passion it sent fireworks through their bodies, his arms snaked around her waist and they both pulled away. “Soo I take that as a yes” Tewkesbury said breathlessly as she laugh and nodded her head looking into each others eyes deeply. A flash broke the two out of the trance and they both looked over to see Enola giving a thumbs up beside a man who was holding a camera. The two laughed as Enola ran up and congratulated both of them.
(An): Idrk how this is… I hope you like it I wrote it fairly quickly but I hope this is at least somewhat what you imagined, this is my first one for Tewkesburyso I don’t really have the feel of him yet but I will get it down pact I promise!! I imagined a different way this could have gone so let me know if you want me to write that one.
#tewksbury x reader#enola holmes#x reader#sherlock holmes#viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether#s0urw00lf
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snowed in(v.2)
Character: viscount Tewksbury x fem!reader
Prompt: “So we’re snowed in..?”
TW: nothing that I know of!
A/n: FOR MY POOKIE NAMED SOFEE<3
“Darling…I’m sorry..” Tewksbury said with a sigh, staring out the windows at the inches of snow covering the ground. The cold had been slowly seeping into your home, yet he seemed to not mind staying home with you.
You on the other hand, we’re quite disappointed. The annual Christmas ball had been cancelled due to the harsh weather, the attendees being urged to stay put in their homes. You even bought the most magnificent dress you had ever seen, you were sure he would have loved to see you in it.
“Could I make it up to you in any way?” He made his way back to the center of the living room, and sitting in the sofa seat next to you. He rested his hand lightly on top of yours, looking at your saddened face.
“I should be making it up to you…we spent so much on that dress…you worked so hard for the plans to simply be spoiled!” You shrugged your shoulders in annoyance to the weather.
Then, he had an idea.
“Go put the dress on, darling.” He lifted himself off of the seat, and rushed to the phonograph, and placing a record down onto it. You couldn’t see, but it was one of your most cherished records. He knew every way to lift your spirits, and he was willing to try them all.
You were somehow able to lace the backing yourself. with many efforts, but it got laced none the less. The ruffle was slightly itchy on your skin, but nothing you couldn’t tune out. You glanced in your vanity mirror, fixing every imperfection that was in your skirt. Every wrinkle, every twist of fabric, every loose thread.
As you emerged from your shared bedroom, the tail of your deep burgundy dress trailing behind you. You lifted the sides, allowing yourself to walk. Stopping at the entryway of the sitting room, hearing a familiar song echo throughout the large home.
He glanced up from his sketch pad(as he had recently taken up drawing, you were his muse), he watched you slowly approached him. His pupils were slightly dilated, he was truly in love. He had realized it many times before, but this was certainly one of the many. Your heels clicked against the hardwood, and stopped once you reached the rug. By then, you were standing in front of him. The sketch being long forgotten by now, he slid it onto the coffee table and stood.
“Why hello there…m’lady…” he slightly bowed with a large grin on his face, taking your hand in his once again, and kissing your knuckles. You let out a small chuckle, and he responded with one as well. The record skipped, and to your dismay, it made Tewksbury pull away, and flip it. As a new song started, he reached back for you. His hands were guided to your waist, gently pulling you closer to his chest. You could smell his cologne, it smelt like honeysuckle. His hair was slicked back with a sort of gummy gel, with a few strands that had fallen out during the earlier day. His eyes looked tired, like they usually do at this hour of the night.
These things only seemed to catch your eye at this moment, when you were both so intimately close. His eyes never left yours as you danced, every time you would almost miss a step, a small smile would appear on his face.
Time somehow slowed during that dance, and yet the night went faster than you could blink. You would never be fully sure what was going through his head, but you knew that he loved you.
He loves you.
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Made to Fight | Tewksbury x Enola
Summary: the aftermath of the fight against superintendent Grail, drabble
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Lord Tewksbury had felt his heart nearly stop on two separate occasions that night. First, when superintendent Grail stabbed Enola with the prop knife, and second when he had seen her fall from the banister. After she had landed - quite gracefully he might add - he had run to her, inspecting the wound on her temple. His hands held her face lovingly and his heart wrenched when she saw her wince from the pain.
Despite the blood rushing from his nose and into his mouth, she looked at him with that same affection and admiration as he did, her.
"You were made to fight," she had told him, stroking his hair and smiling at him, tears brimming her eyes.
He stared at her then, wanting so desperately to lean in and kiss her soft lips. He would have, too, if her brother wasn't standing only a few feet away from them.
In the aftermath of the fight, and the arrests, Enola and Tewksbury sat on the steps of the square in town. Enola was wiping at the blood on his face, and he winced at the impact.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly, but continued her efforts.
"No, thank you for doing this," he expressed his gratitude.
"Considering you just did the same for me, I must declare that it is only fair."
She was right. Only a few moments prior, Tewksbury had dabbed at Enola's wounds. His heart had tugged when each stroke caused her to grimace in pain. He hated the idea that he was hurting her, even if it was in good faith.
She wordlessly continued to wipe at his face and he looked down at her face lovingly. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, and she bit her lip lightly.
"Enola," Tewksbury had whispered, so softly that she almost missed it.
She looked up at him, her facial expression turning to one of skepticism.
"What is it?"
"You are amazing."
She blushed before speaking, "Tewksbury, I--"
"It's true. You are so talented at what you do, Enola, but," he paused. "I despise that your work forces you into this kind of danger."
He peered at her through dark lashes, his brown eyes wide with emotion. She reached her palm up to his cheek, and rubbed under his eye, ghosting over an already yellowing bruise. In response, he lifted his hand and ghosted his fingers along her wound.
"Tewksbury, I'm alright."
"I know that, Enola, but what if one day you aren't?" His eyes teared up slightly then at the thought of Enola seriously hurt, or worse.
Enola merely sighed in response, and tilted her head so as to lean her forehead against his. Tewksbury tilted his own, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"What am I to do if one day you aren't alright, Enola?"
She gazed at him, unsure of what to say. She was not sure if anything needed to be set. He surely understood that this was her life's work and what she was meant to do.
"Perhaps you will just have to continue fighting alongside me then, Tewksbury."
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Holding Him.
Tag: Fluff, angst. No smut.
A/N: This is just a cute little imagine that popped into my head.
Summary: When Tewkesbury has nightmares, you're the one who's there to comfort him.
Tewkesbury couldn't breathe.
Every breath he took felt like the sheets were suffocating him and more as he tried to gasp for air quietly, not wanting to wake his lover who just happened to lay right beside him.
He tries to adjust himself, to no prevail, and instead finds himself in the kitchen, trying to quietly grab a pitcher for a glass of water.
His mother had always called him the clumsy one of the family.
The glass pitcher falls from its place on the shelf after Tewkesbury's fingers graze the glass and it shatters, making a deafening noise. The glass crowds around his feet as he stares down at it, his eyes burning.
Tewkesbury crumbles; the world feels as if it's caving in on him like he was back in the dream that haunted his mind as he sinks to the floor in defeat, squeezing his eyes in anguish.
He hears her footsteps grow closer, her almost completely silent gasp as she sees the mess that surrounds him.
He barely acknowledges her, too busy covering his ears, trying to get the pounding in his mind to stop as memories of the dream taunt him like a child.
He doesn't notice he's shaking until her hands touch his. He feels the tears start to fall as he hides his face in her shoulder, relishing each and every single touch of hers as a reminder that she's still here.
Her hands rub up and down his back like a pattern as he leans his weight into her, the height difference is forgotten as she holds him close, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as she feels her shoulder soak with his tears.
All he needs right now is you.
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The moment I knew // part 8 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)
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Summary: During a ball sneaks Tewkesbury his presence more onto you. Almost desperate to be near you. Even so desperate he calls upon your house yet he isn't the only one. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3& part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 9 ]
Candles were dazzling in the bright room. The walls warmed with the comfort of people. The ton bustled together in a room of delight. Chattering chippering up yet not too loud for the music to be overwhelmed. In a corner was the orchestra. The piano forte, violins, cello’s, enough to make the room dance. In the centre ladies and gents were waltzing. Graceful and delicately.
Each in their own world of slowly falling in love or hoping to be. Benedict appeared from between the crowd holding two lemonade glasses up so they wouldn’t get knocked over. He approached with a heavy exhale. Francesca and you turned more towards him. – “Your drinks sisters.” – he said lowering his hands to offer the glasses. Francesca and you took yours.
Benedict joined Colin’s side behind the two of you. Colin looked at Benedict half disappointed. – “What about me dear brother?” – he asked with pouted lips. – “Go fetch it yourself!” – Benedict replied with a sneer. Colin raised his eyebrows playfully at you when you had turned around to listen in to their conversation. – “I’ll fetch mine all by myself than.” – he exaggerated making Benedict roll his eyes.
The dancers came to a stop as the dance had ended. The room emptied as the orchestra began their next song. The first few notes shot up like a rush. Playful tunes that made you supress a squeal out of excitement. You hastily pushed your glass in Colin’s hands. Startled he nearly spilled some lemonade on his gloves.
“Y/n!” – he groaned out as you grabbed Benedict’s wrist. – “Come brother dance with me!” – you called out. Benedict got pulled with you swept amongst the crowd of joining the dance. Francesca came standing at Colin’s side. – “Now you have your drink.” – she said before taking a serious sip. You came to a stop as Benedict nearly stumbled. You positioned him before you and dove right into the dance that had already begun.
Benedict was a bit slower watching those beside him to what he needed to do. He held his hands up as you clapped your hand against his diagonally. You then clasped your hands together and spun around. Benedict started to catch on clapping his hands against yours at the same time making you laugh. You heard laughter from all around you as this dance was not so stiff.
A pleasant folklore dance with lot’s of spins, hops and fun. Tewkesbury’s eyes widened seeing you amidst them dance with your brother. He knew what kind of dance it was. Gulping nervously he very much wanted to join. Looking quickly around he grabbed the first girl’s wrist he saw near him and pulled her without a word into the dance. He forced his way to be beside you.
The couple that were already dancing near you got stopped in their movement, leaving them confused for a brief moment. They cleared the way as Tewkesbury dove right into the dance. He took the girl’s hands facing your back as he followed the dancers go in a circle forwards.
“What an honour my lord.” – the girl said breathlessly. – “Quiet!” – Tewkesbury said to her trying to focus on you. They came to a stop, changed hands and went back the other way. You furrowed your brows looking at the suspicious back of the person hopping before you. – “Is that?” – you muttered before Benedict pulled you to a halt. Clapping your hands against his again. Benedict let you spin under his arm. Benedict then walked over to you to come at your side.
Tewkesbury’s eyes widened as he hastened himself at your side. Taking your hand before the girl he was with could do so. Feeling the sudden warm grip on your hand made you look up. – “My …” – you wanted to address his presence but got pulled to the centre by your brother and Tewkesbury. Each holding your hands as you had formed a circle with the other dancers. Coming together in the middle to then part back to a full circle.
In a confused haze they pulled at you needing you to follow the direction they were going. The full circle going to the left. There was a brief pause before you were pulled in the other direction. There was another stop as you stood lost when Tewkesbury stood before your brother and you before the girl he danced with. – “What are you doing?” – Benedict shout-whispered, clapping his hands against Tewkesbury’s. – “May I dance with your sister?” – Tewkesbury asked before taking a spin as did Benedict.
You and the girl did the steps in silence and confused as to why you were suddenly dancing with each other. – “Please.” – Tewkesbury pleaded as Benedict sighed deep. Tewkesbury took it as an agreement turning his posture away from Benedict and giving the girl a gentle nudge to get her out of the way. You took each other’s hands hopping to the side and back.
You watched Benedict leave the dance returning to your siblings. – “You scared my brother away.” – you teased. – “I asked.” – Tewkesbury responded taking you by the waist. You did the same twirling around with him. – “This is more fun isn’t it?” – he said. – “I’ll decide that.” – you responded trying to supress a smile. Tewkesbury saw the mischief in your eyes knowing you weren’t serious.
He let you twirl under his arm before he pressed his hand on your back and pulled you to his chest. He was a bit too eager making you fall against his chest, needed to have pressed your hand to escape a hard bump. – “Where’s your partner?” – you asked glancing to the side. Tewkesbury pulled you back in by your chin, wanting you to look at him. – “Right here.” – he whispered making you look bashful away. – “Don’t be silly.” – you slapped him against his chest. Tewkesbury took a hold of you dancing around with you. Hastened and energetic that you were out of breath. The music slowed, fading out as the two of you were panting.
Tewkesbury bowed before you as you took a hold of your dress and curtsied. The two of you moved to the side allowing other dancers to join the next dance. – “May I see your hand?” – Tewkesbury asked. – “Wha--- why?” – you responded confused. Cheeks flushed from the heat. – “May I see it?” – he pressed on. You moved your hand up with a taunting smile. Your dance card dangled on the cord around your wrist. – “Perfect.” – He mumbled pulling at the cord. – “Hey!” – you called out as it snapped, dance card now in his hands. – “That’s mine!” – you called out wanting to grab for it. Yet he was faster pulling it back out of your reach. – “I’ll keep this.” – he showed you the card with a smirk.
“If you think you are being charming, you are wrong silly boy.” – you answered crossing your arms. Tewkesbury shrugged his shoulders. – “You can have it back when I’ve claimed all my dances.” – he replied finding it cute how angry you were trying to look. – “You see it has my name on it.” – he continued as you puffed loud. – “Where? I don’t see your name.” – you said tauntingly back looking closer at your dance card just for the dramatics. – “Right here.” – he began moving his gloved finger down your entire card. – “Tewkesbury.” – he spoke slowly as his finger went down.
“It’s in invisible ink.” – he added jokingly. You punched him in the armpit just to stop him from laughing at his own smoothness. – “Au!” – he called out, rubbing the pain area. You stuck your tongue out to him as Tewkesbury did the same just to play with you. He dangled your dance card happily up to tease you even more. – “Stealing girl’s dance cards are we now?” – you heard as Tewkesbury stiffened. He turned, dropping down into a bow at the presence of his grandmother. – “I…I was just…” – Tewkesbury began as his grandmother shushed him.
“Who are you girl?” – she asked narrowing her eyes at you. You dropped into a curtsy. – “Miss Y/n Bridgerton, My lady.” – you introduced yourself. She only hummed intrigued. – “I hope my grandson has his manners.” – she shot him a glare making him swallow nervously. You stepped up, coming a bit in between him and his grandmother. – “He has been more than polite, My lady. A dream as to say.” – you spoke to her. His grandmother hummed intriguingly again before taking her leave. Tewkesbury exhaled relieved once she had gone. The dance card was for your plucking as you took it from him. – “I’ll have this back now.” – you laughed out backing up.
Tewkesbury smiled widely following you trying to take it back from you. You kept backing up till you bumped against someone. It made you gasp, turning round quickly to apologize. – “Enola!” – you blurted out upon seeing it was her you had bumped into. She furrowed her brows. – “You know my name?” – she then looked beyond you putting on a smile to Tewkesbury. – “Viscount.” – she addressed as Tewkesbury smiled nervously back at her. Then the two dots connected. – “Ah you must be the girl.” - she spoke with a giggle at Tewkesbury.
“I can see why he likes you.” – she spoke as Tewkesbury was waving his arms across behind you. - “What was I not to say that?” – Enola said dumbfound just to tease him more. Tewkesbury slapped his palm against his face in agony. You looked back to Tewkesbury who nervously rubbed his hand to the back of his head. – “Y/n!” – you heard, drawing your attention away from him. Francesca appeared from between the crowd making her way over to you. She eyed Enola and Tewkesbury before coming to take you away from them.
You brushed past Tewkesbury letting your hand brush against his. His eyes slightly widened feeling the card being forced into his hand. He closed his hand keeping the dance card by him. Enola came at his side as they watched you leave. Tewkesbury opened his hand and held the dance card up. Letting it twirl in the air by it’s snapped cord. – “You are so in on her.” – Enola teased with a comforting pat on his shoulder. Tewkesbury looked from the dance card to where you had gone.
The next day you were in the Parlor with mama, Francesca, Hyacinth and Gregory. Your brothers had gone out. Just a boring midday. Mama was knitting. Francesca reading a book with less interest. Hyacinth and Gregory playing a game of cards. You sat near your sister, head laid back to stare bored at the ceiling. These calling hours could be so dreadfully boring someday. The time of the day where anyone without an invitation could announce themselves at the house.
Mama had let her calling card known with who would be at home. The door opened as it barely made any of you move. – “Is that how you all spend the day?” – your eyes widened at the voice of your sister. – “Daphne!” – Hyacinth shouted loud dropping her cards immediately. All of you jumped awake getting up to greet your sister. You were hugging her when the duke dropped in with Augie. Augie now at the age of three he held Simon’s hand.
“Ladies.” – Simon greeted. Hyacinth and Gregory rushed up to him to hug him. Simon let go of Augie’s hand and hugged them tightly back. Francesca picked Augie up to play with him. You hugged your sister tightly as you had missed her dearly. – “You must come more often.” – you told her. – “I know.” – Daphne responded giving you a tight squeeze.
Daphne took your hand and led you to the armchairs. – “Now you must tell me all.” – she spoke. – “There is not much to say.” – you told her. – “Now that is a lie.” – Francesca pitched in as Augie bounced on her knee. – “Is that so?” – Daphne asked intrigued. – “There’s this Viscount.” – Francesca went on. – “Viscount? What Viscount?” – Daphne wanted to know looking curiously and eagerly at you. – “It’s… it’s… not like that…” – you told her a bit unsure of what was happening between the two of you.
Would this simply grow into a friendship or was there room for more from both sides. To be honest Tewkesbury have been giving you mixed signals. All with the whole Enola thing going on. – “Then what is it like?” – Daphne wanted to know more. The door opened once more, this time the doorman entered. He cleared his throat before speaking. – “A visitor for Miss Y/n Bridgerton.” – he called out. – “Me?” – you said confused getting up. – “Well who is it?” – Daphne asked. The doorman cleared his throat again. – “He said Miss Y/n Bridgerton could guess.”
You already had a clue so you left the Parlor to head into the hallway. Your idea had been right. Tewkesbury stood by the door waiting for you. – “Miss Y/n.” – he spoke dropping into a bow. – “What are you doing here?” – you shout-whispered at him. Tewkesbury got startled a bit by the tone of your voice. – “I…I came for you.” – he said. – “My sister is inside.” – you told him a bit panicking. – “Francesca?” – he guessed. – “Daphne!” – you told him. – “I…I just wanted to see you.” – he responded as you kept looking frantically over your shoulder.
“I hope my grandmother had not scared you away.” – he asked when you gave him a gentle nudge back towards the door. You stopped furrowing your brows. – “I…you needn’t be frightened of her. She’s all bark but no bite.” – he told you taking a hold of your hand. – “I promise you.” – he continued as you got lost in his eyes.
Forgetting about your surroundings and only thinking of him. You were so deep into his eyes that you didn’t hear the door open. Till you heard a voice. – “You must be the Viscount?” – Daphne spoke. You jumped out of your skin, pushing Tewkesbury behind you.
“I am.” – Tewkesbury replied politely, moving a bit from behind you. – “And he is just leaving.” – you said pushing him back. – “Wha…no… no Miss Y/n.” – Tewkesbury whispered at you holding you by your wrist as you pushed him back. – “Come back another time.” – you whispered back to him. Desperate to get him away from Daphne yet he stood his ground, not moving quick enough. – “I still have your dance card.” – he whispered back making you look panicking over your shoulder.
Daphne watching the whole display. Tewkesbury holding you by the wrist trying to stay close as you tried to push him out of the house. She tilted her head with an intriguing hum. – “A cup of tea Viscount?” – Daphne called out. – “Yes!” – Tewkesbury called out letting go of you and stepping to the side. Daphne gestured to the Parlor. Tewkesbury went in as you followed behind. In the door opening plucked Daphne at your cheek with one of her glances. The one you feared the most. The one that stated that she knew more than you could see.
“The Viscount!” – Francesca pointed out teasingly. Simon turned his head looking the boy up and down. – “Isn’t it wonderful that he came to visit.” – Daphne said. Tewkesbury glanced over to you, catching your gaze. You held it still for a moment, for a longing moment where you stared into his eyes. Daphne looking between the two of you. – “Y/n tea!” – Francesca called out making you hum loud. You took your leave to set some tea.
Tewkesbury came to sit down in the armchair as Daphne had offered to him to sit. Both Simon and Gregory got up, coming to sit at each his side. Tewkesbury swallowed nervously at the stare Simon was giving him. Gregory smiled rather teasingly at him yet it uneased him a bit. – “You were at the opera.” – Gregory stated. – “I…I was…” – he replied. You returned to give him his tea. Taking a seat by your sisters across from him.
Tewkesbury drank his tea nervously hoping his hands weren’t shaking too much. – “Are you nervous boy?” – Simon asked. – “Simon!” – Daphne hissed at him for trying to intimidate him. Tewkesbury nearly spilled some tea. – “No…no your grace.” – Tewkesbury answered. You smiled sheepishly at Tewkesbury feeling a bit embarrassed by your own family.
“He’s very handsome.” – Hyacinth sitting on the ground in front of him. Staring dreamingly at him. Tewkesbury smiled. – “If you do not marry him then I want to marry him.” – Hyacinth said to you. – “Hyacinth!” – you shout-whispered at her to stop embarrassing you. Francesca snorted loud. – “Alright I believe calling hours are ending.” – you had jumped up, wanting to end the attention on you. – “Are you perhaps feeling shy sister?” – Francesca asked as you slapped a pillow at her head.
You gestured for the door as Tewkesbury followed. In the hallway you waited with him as the doorman opened the door. – “Have a good day my lord.” – you told him pushing him a bit to the door. Tewkesbury stood in the door opening turning back to you. – “Your family is lovely… please do not fear mine.” – he said almost desperately. As if he wanted you to know his rather cold grandmother could do you no harm.
You leaned against the door with your head, curling up a smile. – “I am not afraid.” – you answered. Tewkesbury took your hand and kissed the back of your hand. – “Till our next meeting.” – he told you taking his leave with a bow. – “For that I cannot wait.” – you spoke out of reach for his ears, watching him get in the carriage.
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Hi! I would like to request a Tewksbury x fem’Reader (romantic)! Reader is Enola Holmes’ sister
So basically, I was hoping for this to take place in Enola Holmes 2 in the theater fight scene. If you remember, Enola almost gets stabbed, but her corset protected her. So what if it was reader instead, and the corset didn’t protect her? Reader does finish the fight like in the movie because she’s just a girlboss like that and has that whole moment with Tewksbury after, but the stab wound finally takes its toll. That’s sort of just the base of the idea, you can do whatever you come up with after that! I sort of think of this as an angst + fluff? Thank you!
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warnings: fem!reader, fluff to angst (but mostly angst bc i love to make myself miserable but in a cute poetic way), brief mentions of fighting, talk of blood, major injury, main character death, best friends to lovers/idiots in love, tragedy, holmes!reader, NOT PROOFREAD
a/n: i'm SOOOO sorry, ik it's been ages since you put in this ask, but my adhd slump was a pain in my ass. it has finally been forcibly lifted (by yours truly) bc i want to write again, and i found the start of this fic in my drafts and decided to finish it. i hope you're still active and able to read this, lovely anon! <3
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part 2
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Everything went by in a blur. You were fighting alongside Tewkesbury and Enola, dodging weapons and fists. The next thing you know, you’re on the floor, wind knocked out of you.
A loud crack rings out and you feel an intense pounding in your head, so you guess you must have hit it when you fell back. As you begin to stand, you feel a dull ache in your ribs. You look down to see the cause, and you thank the heavens that you’re wearing one of those god-awful corsets you've always hated so much. Shouldn’t leave more than a nasty bruise.
You hear Tewksbury —who’s still fighting from across the room— call out your name to make sure you’re alright, but you don’t have time to respond. Your sister reaches a hand out to help you up off the floor as she dodges a hit. A bit preoccupied in a fight of her own she misses the silver handle sticking out of your corset.
“Are you alright?” she screams over the chaos.
You stand firm on your feet, still staring down your opponent. “Fine. Just a little fall, nothing I can’t handle.”
Pulling the blade from your abdomen, you miss the red glint of blood as you resume the fight.
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The battle is over, and the energy is high. You and Tewkesbury bounce off the walls blabbering on about the recent events, adrenaline running through you while Enola concludes the investigation with your brother, Sherlock.
“Did you see me! I got some really good ones in there. Think I got him in the nose!”
You laugh, breath like shard of glass in your lungs from the cold, "You were wonderful! Just like I showed you."
He beams at that, his cheeks glowing a warm pink, which he hopes could be chalked up to the biting chill outside, “You didn’t do so bad out there yourself.”
“Not bad?” you scoff, "You must have missed the look on that guy’s face when I threw him across the room!"
You both laugh softly, your breath visible in the winter air. You ignore the tight feeling in your lungs.
Suddenly you’re both hyper aware of the lack of space between you. Looking between his cold pink lips and his glassy doe eyes, you hold your breath as he begins to lean closer.
Just as you feel his intoxicating lips graze yours, your knees buckle beneath you. You try to steady yourself against Tewksbury, hand pressed against his chest, as he quickly grabs your waist to hold you up. He chuckles a bit as he tries to help you regain your footing, but immediately stops when notices that you’re practically limp in his hold.
“What's wrong? Talk to me.”
It feels like your chest is collapsing in on itself, and your head starts to spin. “Oh- I’m fine. Just cold.” Mostly reassuring yourself, nothing bad could happen right? You won after all. You beat them. Your family is safe and your best friend that you've been in love with for years is finally kissing you. Those are all good things. Really good things. So it's just the cold making you feel weak and breathless, right?
“I’m just really, really tired.”
Just as you begin to stand up straighter, sharp pain shoots through your stomach and your knees buckle again, causing Tewkesbury to almost fall over. He panics when he hears a gasp that sounds too much like you’re in pain.
“Enola! Something’s wrong!”
Enola and Sherlock stop their current debate and immediately notice your uncharacteristically frail state, rushing over to help Tewkesbury get you on the ground. They sit you down as quickly as possible without hurting you, your back to Tewksbury’s chest so he can keep you stable. His shaky hand tremble against your hips as he surveys your body for injuries. Enola kneels to be eye-level with you, “What's going on? Are you hurt?”
"No-" You nod your head, "I'm fine, I just-" you cut yourself short, unable to create a more convincing reply as a groan of pain rips through you. Thats when Enola notices a deep tear in your dress.
“Her corset. Take off her corset!”
Enola and Sherlock work to quickly remove the thick article of clothing, Tewksbury squeezing your hand reassuringly when you wince at the movement of him lifting your arms. Once the corset is successfully removed, a deep cut reveals itself, crimson red seeping through your under-dress.
"Oh my god-"
You look up, the concern in Tewkesbury’s voice making you nervous. “What is it? Is something wrong?”
Enola grabs your focus when she presses her hands against your wound.
"Oh..."
Sherlock frantically removes his coat to tie around you and try to stop the bleeding. “Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all. You’re going to be just fine.” He rambles out, trying to calm both you and himself.
In your hazy state you can't fully sense the anxiety all around you, or how serious your injury truly is. You only register one thing. You’re going to be just fine. Your brother would never lie to you. Not ever.
Your breathing begins to slow as you relax, leaning your head back against Tewkesbury's shoulder. You begin to feel your own shoulder dampen. Looking over at the cause, you see Tewksbury’s face tacked with glistening streaks down his cheeks, staring at Enola and Sherlock frantically try to stop the bleeding as he helps where he can.
“Tewks?” His eyes jump to yours, sniffling. “What's the matter? Why are you crying?”
Much to your dismay, that makes him cry harder. "Nothing’s the matter."
You reach a weak hand up to wipe tears from his cheek as more roll down in their place. “Then why are you crying?”
There’s a long pause, your sibling’s desperate shouting falling deaf on your ears as a faint ringing replaces it. "I’m just so proud of you is all."
You smile at that, "I'm proud of you too, fighter." You tease. He chuckles weakly, not surprised that your wit is still intact even as you're bleeding out. Your eyes begin to feel heavy as you stare into his, eyelids fluttering open and closed.
“Hey! Hey, keep your eyes open for me. Just a little bit longer.” He stammers, squeezing your hand to keep you awake. "We just need a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, and then you can rest, alright?"
You groan in discomfort, feeling all of your energy go into the one simple task as your body begins to feel floaty and numb. “Tired.”
“I know, I know. Just a little longer. I promise everything will be fine. I promise. Just please, don’t close your eyes.” He sobs out desperately, interlacing his fingers with yours.
Enola and Sherlock keep trying everything in their power to stop the bleeding, sobbing and begging for anything to work. For you to be okay. You try your best to keep your eyes open for them, you really do, but it’s just too difficult. You can hear distant shouts of your name as you finally let the peaceful darkness consume you.
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What About Me?
Lord Tewksbury x fem!reader
Warnings- fighting, mentions of reader wearing a dress and makeup, brief mention of blood, angst please tell me if I missed something
Part two
You are pink and Tewksbury is green
Description- date night doesn’t exactly go as planed 
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It’s been rough lately. You and Tewksbury haven’t talked in days. What felt like weeks. Both of constantly working and trying to get a good amount of sleep was hard when working 14 hour days.
However, you both decided to set aside a day for each other, a date night, whether you would go out or stay in you would decide at the time but you just couldn’t live with him being away from you for so long. It was Tuesday today and the assigned date night was Friday night. Never in you entire life had 3 days ever felt so long.
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2 hours.
You’ve been waiting 2 excruciating hours for him to come home or maybe a letter to arrive that said he got held at work and wouldn’t be home until later. But nothing happened. So there you were sitting in a beautiful dress, hair and makeup done perfectly, homemade dinner wasting away on the counter. You were losing hope he would even come home tonight.
At the 3.5 hour mark you had given up that he would come home in time. So you put the leftovers in the fridge, undid your hair and hopped in the shower. Gods where is he? What could be so important that he couldn’t even sent a note?
Once you got out of the shower you checked one last time to see if he was there but to no avail he wasn’t. You climbed into your shared bed and tried to fall asleep. Key word tried. Sleep never came and intrusive thoughts did. What if he’s hurt? It wouldn’t be the first time if he came in bloody. Oh my god what if he was hurt I’m laying here while he was hurt how much of a horrible person was I.
But just then you heard the door open and close. You rushed out of bed to go see him. But when you see him he looks fine. In fact he looks happier than normal.
Tewksbury oh my are you okay? You’re not hurt please tell me your not hurt?
What are you talking about love? I’m fine.
Then where were you.
With Enola.
Your stomach drops. With Enola. He was with Enola the entire time. On your day together. You were with Enola?
Uhhh yeah. Why?
Are you kidding me?! You’ve got to be joking, right? You let out a scoff.
No. What is happening right now?
Did you forget?
Forget what?
You felt tears prickle your vision. Was this what it felt like. To be heartbroken. Maybe looking back you were over exaggerating it but at the time it felt like heartbreak.
My love? Why are you crying? He walks towards you a step. You take one back. He stops with a hurt look on his face. 
You really did forget didn’t you?
Forget what I’m so confused right now. He looks exhausted but you don’t care this conversation needs to happen right now.
Our date night. He remembers now. But it’s to late. Your openly letting the tears fall but won’t let your voice waver. It was today. I had a nice dinner made, your favorite dress on. All you had to do was come home. Maybe bring some flowers. I waited. 3 and a half hours for you or even a note saying you were going to be late. But I got nothing. You voice cracked. And you turn away from him trying to collect yourself You start waking to bed.
Y/n wait don’t leave we can talk about this. I’m sorry I forgot. I promised Enola that I would hang out with her and I loss track of time. I’m sorry, please forgive me. Y/n, Y/n please. But you continued on to bed.
As you laying in bed you feel Tewksbury enter the room and strip, putting on pajamas. The bed sinks in next to you. I really am sorry and I understand if you don’t forgive me right now because what I did was dumb and hurtful. But I promise I’ll make it up to you darling. Okay. Why is he like this I’m meant to be mad at him not wanting to turn around give him a hug and a kiss and forgive him already.
He slides in next to you but not quite touching you almost like he’s telling you that he’s there if you need him but wants to respect if you want space between the two of you. You both don’t sleep well that night.
If this does well enough or if I get motivation I’ll do a part 2.
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Chocolate
Warnings: slight violence, bruises, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Tewksbury x sister reader, Enola Holmes x reader platonic
Request: Anon
Request by: Hiii! I saw ur requests for enola Holmes was open! I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for being Tewkesbury's younger sister and going along with him and Enola and Enola constantly trying to turn you into a mini her and her and Tewkesbury being rlly overprotective, dw if not!
*not my gif*
Summary: You learn multiple things while Enola is tasked with watching over you
A/N: I’ll probably make more fics going off of this beacuse I just love the concept so much!!
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
“First thing you need to know, Y/n,” Enola announced, glancing over her shoulder briefly to make sure you were still behind her, “Is that you should never let a man do what you are perfectly capable of doing yourself.”
She gestured to a man opening a door for a lady in a nearby shop, “Not only is it dehumanizing,” she continued, “But downright pathetic.”
You nodded your head along with her, barely even understanding the words coming out of her mouth, but clinging onto them like a lifeline nonetheless.
Normally, your elder brother, Tewksbury, would be the one walking you home from lessons, but his meeting was running a few minutes late so he asked Enola to do it for him.
She had gladly agreed, not having anything else to do for the day, but also wanting to spend more time with you.
Since you were so young, about six years old, you were never able to keep up with her intelligent conversations, which she was quick to learn, and dialed it down to the best of her ability. But she also genuinely enjoyed your company, and not only for the fact that you actually listened to what she said, unlike most people.
And as she was picking you up not long before, she got to thinking about all the life lessons she could teach you, like her mother did for her. Lessons that she was quite certain Tewksbury was too much of an idiot to teach you himself. So, she began rattling off a list of things she thought you ought to know.
“Secondly,” She reached her hand behind her for you to take as you got to a more crowded part of town, which you gladly did and squeezed it to the best of your ability, “Always be prepared, no matter what. Even if you are simply going on a trip to the market.”
She pulled out a pencil and a paper from her pocket and displayed it in front of you, showcasing what she would need if a case ever suddenly came up.
Your brother had told you thrilling stories of what she did as a detective, making her out to be nothing less than a superhero in your eyes, which was why you were so excited to be spending some time with her.
“Do you understand?” She asked, to which you nodded your head vigorously.
Enola continued her ranting as you both weaved in and out between people, ignoring the glares that adults were giving you, the two children girls who ought to know better than to be running around alone without an elder brother or father in company.
When she came to a stop, it was in front of a small sweets stand on the corner of the street and she paused her speech as well, “Would you like something?” She asked.
A small squeal left your lips as you jumped up and down excitedly, nodding as fast as your head would let you.
A faint smile ghosted her face as she turned away from you to face the shop owner, and you spun around as you looked at everything around you in wonder. You had never been to this part of London before.
Without really meaning to, you had begun floating towards one of the other stands, one that had all different kinds and colors of fabric, easily catching your young and eager eye.
Your lips parted slightly as you slowly reached a hand out and ran your fingers over the smooth silk of a red fabric that hung proudly on display, only for another figure to harshly slap you away.
With wide eyes that had already begun to fill with tears, you stumbled back slightly and cradled your stinging hand to your chest.
“Oi,” The shop owner was an intimidating looking man with a cold glare glued to his face, “You think you can try to steal from me? Why you little brat-“
All you could do was watch, paralyzed in fear as he raised his hand once more, this time looking as if his aim was towards your face.
Right before he could swing his open palm towards you though, his hand was the one being harshly slapped away, and an angry looking Enola stepped in front of you protectively, a glare set on her face that would be enough to put the man six feet under.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” She hissed at him dangerously.
The man had a look of surprise on his face as he stuttered out, “Why- that little- she’s a thief- and-“
“Perhaps,” Enola interrupted him coldly, “You should spend more time worrying about actual thieves, and less time on some curious little girl.”
Before he could even open his mouth to rebuttal, she had swung around on her heel and gently took your hand in hers once more, and marched away with her head held high.
You trailed after her like a lost puppy until the two of you were a good distance away, and she paused, swinging around and crouching down to get a good look at you.
“He didn’t hurt you too badly, did he?” She asked, scanning your body for any injury.
You shook your head back and forth, the pain in your hand had turned into nothing but a slight ache at that point.
“Well,” She spoke, standing up straight, “You pay him no mind, Y/n. He doesn’t deserve your attention.”
She then held her arm out and handed you the chocolate she had bought for you, causing your eyes to light up.
A small chuckle left her lips as she watched you excitedly try the candy, and the way you hurriedly took another bite afterwards.
“Come on,” She said softly, taking your other hand, “Let us go meet your brother, we’re late anyway.”
By the time you made it back home, your brother was pacing behind the door, only to come to a sudden halt when the two of you walked in.
“Where have you been?” He cried, “You're late! I was about to call the police and-“
He stopped when he saw you happily chewing away at some chocolate.
“We made a quick pit stop,” Enola explained calmly, moving right by the boy and plopping down on the couch, you quickly scrambling to do the same.
“And Enola saved me from the mean man!” You cheered, already emerged in your treat once more.
Tewksbury froze at your words, “Mean man?” His words were rushed and stern, a sign that he was worried, “What mean man?”
You stuck out your arm to show off the bruise that had formed on your hand, and your brother could have fainted right then and there.
“What is that?” He gently took your smaller hand in his own and observed it, “What happened?”
“Enola is a superhero!” You cheered, completely oblivious to your brother's frantic state, “The man thought I was stealing so he hit me, but Enola saved the day!”
His eyes quickly flitted over to the girl for confirmation, who nodded her head once while leaning back on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest.
He sighed slightly in relief when he saw that you weren’t badly injured, “Well thank god for Enola, then.”
Tewksbury sent her an appreciative smile, to which she nodded her head once again in return.
You smiled widely, sticking out your arm holding your candy in between the two of them, “Chocolate?” You offered.
He couldn’t help but smile, reaching down and ruffling your hair slightly with a small laugh.
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butting heads.
pairings. lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader
about. you’re jumped and refuse to tell lorenzo what happened.
warning. foul language, a lil violence
ricky is typing… louis is my current obsession. also tried to dye my hair brown and it turned ginger 💀💀💀💀 fml
“who hit you?”
oh, boy.
“doesn’t matter,” you push not only his hands away, but the entirety of his hovering body before this situation could escalate anymore than it had just by him seeing you.
“no,” he shakes his head, turning on the heal of his foot to follow you. “no, what the fuck happened?”
“lo, calm the fuck down.”
he clenched his jaw to the retaliation and sourness in your voice. he rolled his neck in a circle, his head tipped toward the ceiling, refraining himself from blowing up on you.
she’s just mad.
he grabs your arm before you can walk too much farther, pulling you till you were pressed against one of the walls of your room, “you got a bruise on your cheekbone,” he presses the side of his index finger against the dark coloration, almost making you wince. “one right here,” he presses lightly against your jaw, “and blood here,” and then his thumb against the corner of your mouth.
his voice was as quiet as it could get, till; “so don’t tell me to calm the fuck down when you look like you’ve gotten into a pub fight and someone tried to kill you.”
you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from squirming in the tight spot lorenzo had you in.
he continues to look down on you with prying and hard eyes, waiting for you to speak while his fingers still lightly hovered over the tender-bruising flesh of your face.
“act like you’ve never been hit before,” you move from beneath his body somehow, making your way to your dresser.
“but i tell you,” his voice was only getting more aggravated as you protested from saying the truth.“so why don’t you stop being a prude and let out what happened.”
“why do you care?” you’re pulling on one of your sweaters over your head, pressing your lips together immediately in a hard fine line in your own regret to your question.
oh, he was about to pull his hair out of his head, “i’m beginning to ask myself the same thing,” he stares at you, waiting for you to look back at him and when you finally do, it’s so you can watch him walk out.
**
“well it’s nice to see your beautiful shining face this morning,” blaise is all smiles the moment you sit down across the table from him, his eyes profiling every bit of your still freshly beaten features.
he seems to be the only one not devastated.
“dear god,” theodore’s face scrunches in shock as he gets a look at you from the side. “what happened to you?”
“piss off.”
“well!” blaise grins harder, “face matches the attitude for once.”
they sound like hounds when suddenly laughing, making your mood decline even more.
“alright, what happened to ‘er?” draco’s lips are jerked into a smirk as he leans further against the table, trying to look at enzo through blaise. “you didn’t hit her, ole’ boy, did you?”
lorenzo is far from amused. this kills your own bad mood to the realization of him staring at you, almost angered looking.
“i don’t know,” he barely opens his mouth to say it. “why would i know?” his harsh stare is still directed on you. “no reason to care.”
the amusement is killed immediately by his ill-mannered tone and the only distinct sound is the clustered talking of your fellow classmates around the hall. the tension is a thick warmth that they can all suddenly feel with discomfort.
you bite your tongue till you could taste blood. the metallic relish almost overpowered the barging stares.
“alright,” theodore coughs awkwardly from beside you, shifting so he’s angled directly to you. “you got your face beaten in, who did it?”
oh lorenzo would be so mad if you said it now. if you would say it to theodore, but not him.
“face beaten? that bad, huh?” you wince hard at the sound of pansy’s voice calling out from behind you. “i fucking hate those ravenclaw girls. they hate when they can’t have what you have.”
she slides in nonchalantly on the other side of you, continuing to speak without a problem, “you sure know how to pick ‘em, enzo.”
“what?” he watches her begin to examine the bruises and cuts on your face with a calm stare before overlooking the the food laid out on the table.
his eyebrows were pulled high, caught off guard to her sour statement.
“every ravenclaw girl you have ever touched, jumped your girlfriend in the washroom because your dick was that good,” she’s pulling apart food now, lightly stuffing her face as she continues to answer. “held her down-“
you got up before you could hear another word from her mouth. it’d be like reliving it to hear it from her. lorenzo looks between the both of you agitatedly, not knowing if to follow or listen. pansy raises her brows to the fact he hadn't moved.
“y/n,” he follows.
he attempts to pace fast after you from the other side of the table, a feeling of despair in his chest in the thought that this was really his fault.
“y/n,” he’s on your tail, close to grabbing you but you kept treading as fast as you could. “why didn’t you tell me?”
“think about it, lorenzo, why would i?” your finger nails press hard in and out into the palm of your hand. “it’s bound to happen with the number of girls on your track record.”
“okay,” he bites his tongue at the foul tasting sentence. “y/n, can you just slow down and talk to me?”
“what do you want to talk about?” you didn’t slow.
“will you please-“ he finally grabs your arm, practically yanking you back to stop and face him. “i need you to look at me and i need you to tell me why you wouldn’t tell me what happened to you.”
“how am i supposed to tell you that?” you look at him dumbfounded. he could tell you were still angry, or frustrated, or whatever it was you were feeling.
“i’m supposed to protect you, y/n” his eyes thin out into a squint as if shocked you didn't assume this. “i can’t do that when you don’t talk to me.”
“protect me, lorenzo? i don’t need to be protected. they’re teenage girls for god sake; you pull their hair and they cry.”
he almost laughs at your sour tone, wondering if that was the case for you. he doubted it, you wouldn't be caught dead with tears.
“still, why wouldn’t you tell me?”
he was starting to sound like a broken record, his own words were becoming annoying to him.
“because it’s embarrassing, alright? i feel embarrassed.”
maybe you did cry. you looked stressed, like you could be knocked to your feet at any moment from how unbalanced you were in the head.
"are you gonna feel good about telling me you got jumped in the washroom and didn't get the chance to fight back?"
he looks annoyed at your trap question. he was trying so hard to be nice, to just listen and offer what he could. but his patience was running thin and you could tell by the tint in his eyes. he didn't even care for the distraught look in your eyes anymore.
"fine," he turned his head to the side, poking his tongue into the base of his cheek. "fine, baby. you wanna be like that, that's fine. i don't really care anymore. as long as your fine and you don't care, i don't care."
this was a lose-lose situation. it always was when the two of you would butt heads. you both were stubborn and easily annoyed.
lorenzo raised his hands like waving a white flag, giving up. he started to walk away now and all you could do was watch—again.
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“lorenzo, it’s been awhile,” a girl with dark brown hair straddled the bench to the slytherin table, almost sitting in his lap with a glint in her eye that made all of his friends frown. “we haven’t talked like you said.”
there’s a visible tenseness in him the moment she started speaking. his chewing came to a hault as well as any visible breathing. he’s not sure what he should do, he can’t think, but he doesn’t dare look at her.
it had been two days since lorenzo gave up on trying to comfort you and it was dreadful, for everyone. tension had been higher than usual and they would barely see the two of you in the same room without their being some kind of tightness in the air.
“i uh, i met your girlfriend.”
blaise looks to theodore who’s closely speculated on lorenzo and what he’ll say, what he’ll do. he sees the furrow that forms in enzo’s brow, the annoyance and even anger that dilates his eyes to the sound of her sentence—he realizes.
blaise now looks draco now, who looks back. this could go so many ways.
“my girlfriend?” his brow arches. this is what got him to look at her.
“yeah,” she smiles, he took the bait. she now takes it as cue to reach out to him, to make contact by pressing her fingers against his green tie. he feels a slight pull as she pinches the sleek fabric between her finger tips, attempting to subtly bring him closer. “she’s so darling.”
taunt.
“she tell you that we spoke, lo?”
“i didn’t have to.”
suddenly she’s on her ass with your hand wrapped around her hair, yelping like a kicked dog, “now fuck off.”
“now you’re acting all tough,” she struggles to her feet. “that wasn’t the case the last time i saw you.”
“maybe because you don’t have five other girls sniffing your ass and commands.”
she smiles, “sure, or maybe you’re just-“
you punch her straight in the nose, making her cry out fast.
“oh, jesus,” lorenzo grabs you by your arm, pulling you close to him as he marched you straight out the dining hall. “i thought you didn’t care.”
“fuck you, jackass, i don’t appreciate it when other girls are practically on my boyfriend’s dick,” you’re still pressed hard into his side as he lets out a loud laugh.
you wrench yourself from his side once out of the dining hall. you’re now walking backwards as you grab onto his tie, yanking on it, “grabbing his clothes and calling him something she shouldn’t be calling him.”
he’s grinning cheek to cheek at your angry rambling.
“fuck you.”
“yeah baby, tell me how you really feel,” he presses his tongue against the base of his teeth, watching the way you look at him with everything but hate now.
“i think you know how i feel.”
“yeah,” his lips prick into a smirk as he now grabs you, pulling you back into him. “you’re pretty when you’re mad.”
“is that right?” you’re wiggling in his grasp, now turning so you’re facing him. “i like when you talk to me nice.”
he scoffs, “you’re a brat,” but he still looks highly amused. “next time one of those girls come near you, tell me-“
“what, you gonna save me?”
“always.”
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