#tewkesbury blurb

[tommiruewrites]

hi!!! i was wondering, can u write tewksbury x reader where the reader is very shy but quite smart, and very touchy? not like weirdly but that's just how she prefers to communicate when she's nervous? maybe reader is Tewksbury's best friend or something of that sort? could be headcannons or a oneshot or whatever you think suits it best

Cling to You

word count: 0.5k + bonus

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: super creative title once more, fem!reader, reader has anxiety, [i think thats it but lmk if i missed anything]

a/n: sorry for the wait! i hope this is close enough to what you had in mind.

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As the thick wooden doors swing open, you hear your name and title announced to the room. Heads turn to take in the new appearance, and you feel your stomach twist at the attention. The crystal chandelier illuminates you brightly, making you feel as though a spotlight is following your every move as you enter the dining room full of people you do not know.

You don’t usually attend such high-class events, but, despite your aversion to social gatherings, you promised your best friend of almost eight years that you would attend his very first charity ball. In all honesty, you would do most anything he asked you to you think… but he doesn’t need to know that.

So here you are, carefully squeezing through the crowd in a dress that’s too itchy and shoes that are too tight. Your eyes scan the room in search of the one person you’re here to see, but no luck. Your shoulders bump with others as they walk past your retreating form, backing you into a wall in the very back of the dining room. You can hear music flooding in from the next room over, where people are dancing and drinking to their hearts content.

Unfortunately, your heart is far from content. You can feel it racing behind your ribs as your senses become overloaded with sights of people bustling about, and sounds of music and loud chatter, and scents of cake and red wine, and the feeling of your dress scraping roughly against your skin, and-

“There you are!”

You jump, gasping for air to ground your shallow breathing, as your best friend, Tewkesbury, weaves through a cluster of people to reach you.

“What are you doing all the way back here? I’ve been looking for you.”

You blink owlishly at him, opening your mouth to speak but not quite knowing how to respond. Your nerve ends spark and tingle with overstimulation that you can't quite shake.

Tewkesbury’s brows furrow in slight concern, noticing how your fingers tremble against your chest. “Is everything alright?”

Without thinking, you lift your shaky hand to the hem of his suit jacket, balling it tightly in your fist to try and relax your jitters. “I’m fine, thank you.”

Tewkesbury smiles comfortingly down at you, replacing his now crumpled jacket with his arm, which you gladly accept.

“Care for a stroll around the garden, m’lady?” He teases, a loving smirk adorning his features.

You feel yourself soften slightly under his gaze, “I told you not to call me that! But yes, please. I could use the fresh air.”

But of course, he already knew that. He’s known you plenty long enough to know all your tells, and he prides himself on being able to calm your nerves. He also knows your distaste for large social events, and he can't help but feel a little guilty for putting you in this position. However, he’s more than happy to help you through it all if it means he gets to be the one who’s arm you cling to as you count all the stars in winter’s night sky.

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EXTRA HC'S:

You and Tewkesbury are basically inseparable, no matter how long the two of you have been friends

You're extremely intelligent and love learning new things, which works perfectly with Tewkesbury's insatiable need to share his knowledge on plants

While Tewkesbury is extremely extroverted, you are quite the opposite

You would much prefer to curl up in your room with a good mystery novel than attend fancy parties and balls and such

So, when you do have to go to such large events, you can imagine the stress

Thankfully Tewkesbury is always by your side

He's never had any problem with the fact that your touchy, it's just how you are

He actually quite likes it. It shows that you trust him

He'll let you hold his arm or squeeze his hand whenever the nerves get to be too much

And he'll never refuse a hug if you need it

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Darling | Enola x Tewkesbury

Summary: Enola is sick and refuses to relax, drabble Warnings: sickness Word Count: 0.6k

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"Enola," Tewkesbury spoke, a slight edge to his voice. "Please lay down and get some rest."

The young woman was scampering about her office, filing paperwork and organizing case files. Her hair was tousled and disheveled, her face flushed red from the high temperature wracking her body.

She had woken up with a pounding headache, but there was work to do and mysteries to solve, so she continued on as normal. When Tewkesbury stopped by her office, tea and scones in hand, he had immediately noticed her red-rimmed eyes and blushing face. He had reached out to her, sharply yanking his hand back upon making contact with her scorching forehead.

"I'm fine, Tewkesbury. I have far too much to do right now."

"Then let me help, Enola. I can tell you aren't feeling well."

The girl only shook her head in response, her curly brown locks following the movement with ease. The motion made her slightly dizzy, but she merely sighed and continued filing papers.

"Will you at least sit for a moment and sip at your tea or take a bite of the scone? You need food."

Enola looked at him then, and he could see the pure tiredness in her eyes. His heart wrenched, wanting nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and tend to her every request.

"Fine," she spoke coldly, taking a seat at her desk and grabbing for the hot tea.

Tewksbury sat opposite her and began picking at his own breakfast.

"What all do you need to complete today? Can I help at all?"

She began nibbling at her blueberry scone before speaking.

"I have mostly a lot of filing and case files to finalize today. If you feel you must aid me in this, perhaps I can find some organizing tasks for you to do."

Tewkesbury nodded, satisfied that he could do something proactive to make her day easier. If she insisted on working while ridden with a virus against his protests, then the least he could do was be there while she labored away.

"Alright, that's enough. Let's get started. Tewkes, you can alphabetize this pile of file folders here." Enola spoke with a tenacity that made Tewkesbury wonder how she was still standing, her face growing redder by the minute.

He looked at her skeptically before replying, "alright."

The two of them continued working diligently for an hour or so. They had gotten a lot done, but Tewksbury could tell that Enola was beginning to become fatigued. She was still working, but every once in a while she swayed back and forth.

"Enola," Tewksbury had cooed, saddened.

She had swayed more heavily then, and he reached out to steady her. His hands gripped her waist tightly, and he leaned her against the edge of her desk.

"I know you aren't feeling well, darling, please," Tewkesbury had pleaded.

Enola merely groaned in response, knowing that she had reached peak exhaustion and might pass out if she didn't lay down. She held her tired head in her hand and whimpered. Tewkesbury could sense her submission, and he helped guide her to the chair in the living room area.

"Oh, Enola," he cooed, brushing the sweaty hair from her face once she was sat on the sofa. She had declined so quickly that he had not sensed it until it was too late.

She almost immediately fell asleep, and Tewkesbury pulled the ottoman closer so he could sit next to her. He fetched a cold cloth and laid it across her steaming forehead and waited patiently for her to wake up.

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C H A R A C T E R  I N S P I R A T I O N  C H A L L E N G E  

—  by @lazysunjade​

Write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe.

Thanks Jade for tagging me ❤ Mako is really the only character of mine who is significantly influenced by other fictional people, because he’s a messy bitch the most complex. Let’s be real, Eva is just a self-proclaimed California surfer girl stereotype, haha. A bit of context under the cut!  

MAKO — I’m an idiot and didn’t write my initial ideas down the 4-ish years ago I began planning En Pointe, so of course I can barely remember anything, but I think that LOK Mako was the original inspiration. The dark, stoic, workaholic, talented firebender was the jumping point for both EP Mako’s personality and aesthetic, and although I used the placeholder name “Daniel Jete” at first, I eventually settled on Mako in nod to the inspiration. It’s surprising how much remains in EP Mako now!

CEDRIC DIGGORY — More Robert Pattinson as the film character rather than the book character. I was watching Goblet of Fire behind-the-scenes and came across one part following young Robert (before Twilight sucked the life out of him lmfao). His awkward, soft-spoken charm in this and as Cedric is what shaped and detailed the quirks of Mako’s shy behaviour around Eva. 

VISCOUNT TEWKESBURY — A recent addition, Tewkesbury’s love for botanicals strengthened Mako’s existing love for flowers, and his underlying playful innocence. 

OREN LENNOX — This character isn’t an inspiration, but like Cedric and Tewkesbury, cemented a few personality elements that are yet to emerge properly in the story. Tiny Pretty Things was a shit show, but one striking thing was how similar Oren is to Mako, in terms of the body/sexuality issues they battle with as male ballet dancers, and romantic passiveness. 

I tag @amys-snapshots / @itssimplythesims / @notjustabooksims / @arcanewonder / @simnights / @idajha 

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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!

Just a Little Longer - V.T.

word count: 1.2k

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

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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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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Made to Fight | Tewksbury x Enola

Summary: the aftermath of the fight against superintendent Grail, drabble Word Count: 0.5k

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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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