#holmesbury fic

[enola28]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Enola Holmes (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enola Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Enola Holmes/Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Enola Holmes & John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & Viscount “Tewky” Tewksbury, john watson & viscount "tewky" Tewksbury, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Enola Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury Additional Tags: Core Four, Established Relationship, Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Future, Developing Relationship, Love Confessions, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Sibling Bonding, Sibling Rivalry, Enola meddles as usual, Tewksbury is a good (almost) brother in law, Sherlock is too hungover to deal with this, post EH2, Morning After, Teasing Summary:

Tewksbury opened the door, revealing a very weary looking Sherlock. His hair was standing up, there were bags under his eyes, and he was still in the suit he wore to the ball yesterday (mind you, both his waistcoat and his bowtie were undone). His eyes were red from lack of sleep, and he reeked of wine and whisky. In his left hand was a brown parcel, which Tewksbury knew could only contain a flower bouquet.

“Sherlock? I wasn’t expecting you this early. Or at all really,” Tewkbsury said, rubbing his eyes. He looked behind Sherlock, but saw no one. Tewksbury crossed his fingers, hoping the bakery would be busy and that Sherlock would be long gone by the time Enola came back. ________ Or, Sherlock receives an "anonymous" love confession in the form of flowers. Chaos ensues.

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( fic ) of flowers

of flowers

enola holmes | enola/tewkesbury; teen; 16,997 words Enola enlists Tewkesbury’s help to solve a murder case where clues are found in the meaning of flowers.

[coffeenotess]

“I don’t want you to be just a friend. You’ve never been just a friend. You never could be.”

Holmesbury fic on the century

[lydias--stiles]

holmesbury | one-shot | post-canon | jealousy trope

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The Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether was a decidedly soft man. He drank his tea with a lot of milk, enjoyed walks in the park, nursed flowers as a passion, and loved his fiancée to the moon and beyond. 

Enola Holmes was a decidedly not soft woman. At least, not in public. He counted himself lucky to see her disarming and sweet behind closed doors. She spoke her mind regardless of decorum, a radical just like him, and worked independently as the first female detective of the United Kingdom. 

Other men considered him foolish for courting ‘such an uninhibited girl’. Society women whispered rumours about their relationship at balls and soirées, not understanding Tewkesbury’s willingness to let her roam free. They thought he perhaps had a mistress — an actress or singer or farmer, one of lower standing — and that his engagement to Enola was simply a mirage.

No one understood that he was totally, fully, irrevocably in love with her. He couldn't breathe whenever she was near. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. 

They ignored the biting remarks as best as they could and he ensured his devotion to her through dozens of bouquets, affection, and long conversations that rolled deep into the night. He never let her second-guess his love. 

(“You look beguiling in red, my dear,” he whispered in her ear as they went on a promenade through the park to the House of Lords. “It really suits that beautiful brain of yours.”

“Your compliments are becoming more and more ridiculous, Tewky,” she fondly replied and squeezed his arm. “But thank you.”)

But since he was so focused on loving and defending her, he hadn't expected anyone actually listening. And reacting. 

It happened at a ball. He managed to convince her to attend the Wollsworth ball in exchange for a waltz and tasty hors d'oeuvres. She looked stunning in an inky blue gown and he felt like the luckiest guy. His heart thrummed in his throat, hoping the waltz would commence soon. 

Enola, however, seemed bored. “I’m going to do a lap and look for some stimulating conversation.” She opened her fan and wafted it by her nose, making him smile. He loved her, too. “See you for that waltz, my Lord.”

“See you then, my Lady,” he sighed, watching her slip between the crowds towards an elegant colonnade. 

The Wollsworth family were renowned in society for their patronage for artists. Paintings flanked the walls and grande sculptures decorated the corners of the rooms. An avant-garde chandelier hung from the ceiling, though the furniture was an odd mix of current styles and baroque. Tewkesbury appreciated it. They had enough money that allowed them to appear ‘alternative’ and therefore made balls as these more interesting. 

A group of men talked about a landscaping artist they hired for their estate and it enraptured him in a horticultural debate. So much so, that he briefly forgot about Enola and that he perhaps should find her. 

Which was when he looked over his shoulder and felt dread drop to his stomach. 

There: another man, making Enola laugh. 

“May you excuse me,” he muttered, leaving the conversation. 

Now, the Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether was and forever would be a soft man… but he was also just a man. A human. 

And now, he felt an unjustified, snarling, green-eyed emotion clawing around his chest. Jealousy. Complete and utter jealousy. A man that wasn't him making Enola smile? It took him weeks to get her to laugh at his jokes and she hardly gave him that pleasure now. 

Tewkesbury assessed the man. Tall, fit and blonde, an agreeable countenance, assured and confident, a dandy style with a certain timelessness. A ‘catch’, as overbearing mothers would say. 

Was it wrong of him to feel possessive over Enola? He knew she loved him and he knew she wouldn't run off with the strange man. He knew that the man likely knew she was betrothed. And yet. He wanted to charge, kiss her in front of his nose and then tell the man to bugger off and make another woman laugh. 

Instead, however, he slowly walked up to her, allowing them to regard him without surprise. 

Enola smiled. “Hello. Missed me so soon?”

“Of course,” he said, but his eyes were stuck on the third person. “My apologies, I don't believe we've met. I'm Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether.”

“We have not,” the man said, shaking his hand. His tenor voice was melodious and charming. “I am Sir Tristan Sheffield, one of the artists under Wollsworth’s patronage.”

“Ah. Well, he has good taste. I am sure your creations are no different.” While his words were compliments, his tone was clipped, something that did not go unnoticed by Enola. From his periphery, he saw her frown. “What were you two talking about?”

“Oh…” A smirk crawled on his thin lips. “Just about art.”

Tewkesbury felt uneasy. “Art?”

“Dear,” Enola whispered, “do you want a drink? Like, now?”

“No, I'm quite all right. What art, Sir Sheffield?”

“Well—”

Enola huffed. “I wasn't asking.” She turned to Sheffield. “Will you excuse us?”

Not waiting for a reply, she dragged him towards the refreshments table and shoved a flute of champagne in his hand. Tewkesbury, flushed and winded from jealousy, downed it in one go. 

“What is up with you?” she hissed. “Where does this animosity come from?”

“He– he made you laugh.”

“So?”

Tewkesbury pouted. “Only I make you laugh.”

Enola rolled her eyes and muttered a profanity under her breath. He wished to explain, but he didn't know where to start. Confessing to intense feelings of possessiveness would not bode well for him. 

“Tewky,” she whispered, “someone else making me laugh does not mean I love you any less.”

“I know.” And then he spilled a truth: “I want everyone to know how amazing you are, but I hadn't expected someone to actually… see that.”

Enola shook her head, amused, and he knew that had they been alone, she’d go on an impassioned speech about how big of a nincompoop he was. Perhaps even scold him for debasing himself to Neaderthalic behaviour. 

“I never thought you'd be the jealous type, my Lord,” she said. “You surprised me.”

He sighed, embarrassed. “I’ll gift you a bouquet of lilies of the valley as an apology.”

Her pink-painted lips shifted into a pretty smile as she, that mischievous spirit, pulled her fan in front of their faces to kiss his cheek and whisper, “If you must now, Sir Sheffield compared me to the art.”

“Oh,” he grumbled, “he’s good.”

She pulled away with a giggle. It might be the most beautiful sound in the world. “Do I sense a duel at dawn?”

“I think you'd much quicker find yourself in a duel than I, my love.” He grinned. “Unless my lessons in jiu jitsu are of use.”

“I highly doubt it.”

Music chimed and changed tempo, alerting the society a new dance was about to commence. The couple smiled. A waltz. Bowing his head and stretching out his hand, her silk-gloved fingers wrapped around his palm. 

“Let’s make them jealous, my dear Lord,” she teased. “As it appears to be your thing.”

[ladysunamireads]

Through the Cracks, You Break Through

through the cracks, you break through by enolasholmes

There was a curious, lonesome bouquet of flowers atop Enola's desk.

or, tewksbury leaves a gift for enola

Words: 1651, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Enola Holmes (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Enola Holmes, Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury

Relationships: Enola Holmes/Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Enola Holmes & Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury

Additional Tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, flirting with flowers, Language of Flowers, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, spoilers for enola holmes 2

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[marvelousmrsmoony]

For all my holmesbury peeps,

[donutcats]

hopelessly devoted to you

tewksbury snatches a single stem from a nearby vase overflowing with flowers of all differing colors, just as quickly stepping close and handing it to her.

“what does this mean?” she demands, because it’s tewksbury and because it’s a flower and of course it has a meaning. they always have meaning in his hands.

[alliaskisthepossibilityoflove]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Enola Holmes (Movies), Enola Holmes Series - Nancy Springer Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enola Holmes/Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Enola Holmes & Sherlock Holmes Characters: Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Eudoria Vernet Holmes, Enola Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, Edith Grayston, John Watson Additional Tags: Holmes family shenanigans, Tewkesbury has a spine of steel, Family Drama, Humor, Light Angst, Flower Language, Eudoria Holmes may be getting more than she bargained for Summary:

Tewkesbury had imagined a dozen ways that he would meet his future mother-in-law, but getting kidnapped by her was not one of them.

[eienvine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Enola Holmes (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enola Holmes/Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury Characters: Enola Holmes, Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury's Mother, Sherlock Holmes, Original Characters Additional Tags: just the most unrepentant fluff, Future Fic, Kid Fic, spoilers for enola holmes 2 Summary:

“Dancing is a trust; it’s a union.” Five times Tewkesbury dances with Enola Holmes.

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Enola Holmes 2 came out which means it’s time for me to fall straight back down the Holmesbury rabbit hole.

[venator-signum]

no okay but every holmesbury fic has flower language, enola knowing nothing abt it and tewkesbury pining and confessing with her so many bloody times through flowers

and I'm here for it every single time

[enola28]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Enola Holmes (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enola Holmes/Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Enola Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Enola Holmes & Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes & Viscount “Tewky” Tewksbury, Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Enola Holmes, Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, John Watson Additional Tags: Sibling Rivalry, Takes place after EH2, Mycroft regrets making Enola Sherlock's ward, Sherlock gets revenge on Enola's behalf, Fluff, Protective Sherlock Holmes, Sibling teasing, Sherlock meddles in Enola's affairs, Tewksbury is understandably horrified Summary:

“Can you explain to me why our sister is on the second page of the Pall Mall Gazette?” Mycroft asked.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and looked at the paper. Sure enough, there it was. Youngest Holmes spotted on a promenade with Lord Basilwether.

“Must have been a slow news day,” he said nonchalantly, before offering the paper back to Mycroft.

“Must have been a slow news day?” Mycroft repeated in disbelief.

----- Or - Mycroft gets wind of Enola's adventures and companions and is less than pleased.

Sherlock, on the other hand, puts Mycroft back in his place.

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( fic ) soft hair

soft hair

enola holmes | enola/tewkesbury; gen; 200 words Enola decides Tewkesbury needs a haircut.

[coffeenotess]

“I have but a single bed, so you’ll have to sleep on the floor,” she says.

@blithers please continue this story🥺

[lydias--stiles]

stubborn when it comes to you

Though Enola was anything but ordinary, she attended St. Magdalene's School for Boys and Girls, the prep school for the London elite. It bored her to death and so she spent her days playing hide and seek with her disgruntled teachers.

Until she bumped into Tewksbury: fellow student, unofficial botanist and an utter nincompoop.

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