#tewkesbury fanfiction

[lucifertoxics]

give me butterflies | viscount tewkesbury

pairing: tewkesbury x reader | genre: friends to lovers | warnings: no warnings <3 | word count: 1.4k | aura's note: just a cute tewkesbury ff because who wouldn't want to have him as their boyfriend, so enjoy :)

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The evening was lovely. It was one of those summers nights when you lose track of time. Young people dressed up for occasion, were dancing to the rhythm of the classical orchestra.

As you were making your way through the crowd, a hand grabbed your arm to drag you away from the ballroom. That's when you immediately recognized your childhood friend.

"Long time no see. You have grown. I can't help but wonder, are you still such a poor dancer?" Tewkesbury said warmly, putting on a gentle smile.

"Tew! What are you doing here?" You said surprised to see him there, as you hugged him tight, wrapping your hands around his neck.

His hand moved to the small of your back and hugged you warmly, his lips curling into a teasing smile. "I couldn't bear miss this party. I was hoping to run into you again. Oh, how i missed our conversations." He looked at you with an amused expression. "I'm sure most of the gentleman in line to have the honors of dancing with you must envy me right now."

"You can be sure of that." You smiled looking at him. " But i'll be more delighted to dance with you more than any other gentlemen."

Tewkesbury chuckled, enjoying the soft way you were teasing him. As the orchestra was striking the first chords for the next dance, he took your hand and led you to the dance floor. "You look beautiful tonight, by the way. This shade of violet is very becoming on your skin."

"Thank you." You said blushing as you looked at him. "You don't look too bad yourself, black always suited you."

Tewkesbury laughed, appreciating the praise of his attire. He danced graviously, his movements fluid and sensual, making the most out of every spin and step you took together. And, even with the crowded dance floor, he managed to catch your gaze from time to time while dancing, his gaze full of longing and tenderness. He finally broke the silence, his voice soft and flirtarious. "Tell me...have you missed me, by any chance?"

"Of course i've missed you, we haven't talked in a while!" You said smiling and looking at him as the two of you danced.

Tewkesbury'a grin widened as he heard your answer. "I'm relieved. I'd be furious if you tood me you haven't missed me!" He danced closer to you, his movements getting a bit more passionate and sensuous now, He leaned closer ss you two swayed together, his voice barely a whisper. "Tell me...should we make up for our lost time now?"

"That woukd be such a great idea." You smiled as you looked at him. He looked so handsome. The way his eyes glowed as he looked at you as if you were a precious jewel he had never seen before. The way he laughed at your teasing. You loved everything about this boy. "And how do you suggest we do that?"

"I was thinking we could find a quiet place in the garden, or maybe in one of the salons. You know to get some fresh air..." He paused, his words carrying a hidden meaning. "Or we could spend some time without all those people around us." His voice was full of tenderness and sensual desire; his eyes scanned your features for a few seconds before he asked. "Just...just the two of us?"

"Ever since i've known you, you have always liked flowers so i might suggest that we could go to the garden." You said in the same tone as his, still looking into his eyes.

"How sweet of you to remember my fondness for flowers." He tilted his head with a cheeky grin. "But i like how your mind works, a lovely place to start. Let's go to the garden then." He led you out into the warm summer night, passing through the elegant halls ans crossing the threshold of the garden. He walked beside you, his hands holding yours as you walked, his other hand on your waist. As the two of you were getting further away from the party, he pulled you closer to him.

You look at him surprised by his action. "So how have things changed while i was gone? Did you miss me that much?" You say pushing his shoulder playfully.

"It's safe to say i have." His fingers combed through your hair, taking time to appreciate the way your hair looked so soft ans shiny in the moonlight. "Did you miss me too?" He teased peacefully, pulling you closer ro him. "To you, i'm just the same boy you knew a long time ago, but...i've changed a lot since you last saw me, in more ways than one."

"And how did you change?" You said rearranging his tie still keeping eye contact. "Certainly you have much grater hair now." You said ruffling his hair.

Tewkesbury smiled at the way you were playing with his hair. "First...I grew a bit, i'm not that skinny kid you used to laugh at anymore. I got taller, more..grown." His hands moved away from your hair to your waist, his voice getting sexier as he continued. "Second...i'm not as innocent as i used to be. If i were to tell you what i've been up to in recent years, i'm sure you'd blushed, a lot."

"I heard about your recent adventures and courtings that have happened" You smiled looking at him. "Girls seem to be all over you, viscount" You said in a teasing voice wrapping your hands around his neck.

Tewkesbury chuckled, enjoying your playful teasing. "Courtings?" He asked in a sarcastic tone. "That sounds very fancy, if i may say so. I've had countless girls trying to get my attention, and yet...none of them ever made the cut, so to say. They didn't have that thing about them. They never caught my attention. He leaned closer to you, his voice becoming more romantic. "And what about you? Any special gentleman in your life?"

"Well there have been several of them that have tried to catch my attention, but no one in particular has managed to give me the butterflies i have been longing for." You explained yourself to him in a romantic voice, as what you have just told him also had a hidden message.

Tewkesbury grinned as the hidden message sunk in. "So you're looking for someone to give you butterflies, is this what you're trying to say?" His grip tightened around you, and his voice had dropped to an amorous whisper. "Someone that can make you feel something special, someone you would be eager to spend time with...and who amkea hours dissapear in the blink if an eye, is that correct?"

"Yes, that's exactly what i search in that someone." You said leaning in closer to him, playing a bit with the hair from the back of his head, focusing on his face.

Tewkesbury smiled as you played with his hair. "Then tell me, do i give you that feeling? Do i have it...the special something you've been looking for?" He caressed your cheek, his lips a few inches from yours, close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath on your skin.

"You've always had that, tew." You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling.

Tewkesbury's grin widen as he heard your words and saw your action; he moved his other hand to the small of your back, his lips now just an inch away from your earlobe. His breath was warm, yet subtle enough to make you lean toward him. He spoke with a low voice, his words drippung with sensuality and desire. "I should have come to find you years ago..."

"You're here...and that's what matters." You said leaning in closer to him, your lips inches apart.

This time, it was Tewkesbury who leaned in, wanting to close the last gap between the two of you. He moved slowly, letting time pass before your lips finally touched. When it finally happened, your lips smashed together so naturally, as if they were made exactly for each other. Your tongues danced, as your hands caressed each other's back as you stood together in a passionate embrace. A moment later, he pulled away and looked at you intently. Your breaths were mixed and your hearts beat quickly in your chests

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[s1ater]

cherry pie.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

summary. reader never would have thought about getting high until she seems to have lost all her morals in one night with a boy she had never met before.

warnings. swearing, underage drinking and smoking

ricky rocks. YALL PLEASEEE bare with me. you can probably tell this is an older story because of the format, but just disregard the first half, i know it’s the lower end of my writing. it kinda gets better 😬 (edit: this story is so mid, i’m just trying to clear my drafts)

the room danced with colors, so many colors and shades you seemed to have never seen before. unfamiliar with their cause and purpose, unsure why you couldn’t touch them; it frightened you with the way they moved around, the way they twirled around your head like little ballerinas.

you swallowed, dropping your head back against the grungy brown couch sat in the corner of one of the back rooms of connor’s house, a boy you found yourself calling on day after day for the past two months for fun, and by fun you meant sex.

but tonight, you hadn’t seen the boy for what you could count as hours. there were other things on his mind rather than a high off their ass you. other pretty girls with less clothing on their bodies and longer hair that was paid more attention to than your own.

you couldn’t care less at that point in time as you felt so deep in a haze, nothing could pull your attention. nothing, until the seat next to you sunk in from the pressure of bodyweight and another high body, seeing the same things you were seeing, feeling the same things you were feeling. 

he just had it more under control. 

“you going to stare at the ceiling all day, love?”

you rolled your head to meet the eyes of a crazed blonde with matching brown eyes. delight swirled in his irises while he looked at you with also dazed eyes, almost ceased shut from swelling of the high. you looked amazed right back at him despite sober you would have been disturbed, never seeing a person so out of their mind.

“who are you?” you stared at him, shocked. 

“your new boyfriend,” he wiggled his eyebrows, jumping and readjusting himself up against you, his arm now slinging up and over you shoulders. a new kind of energy swelling through his chest, “i say we go on a date.”

he stared in front of him focused full hearty, as if visualizing something at that moment. you squinted, looking to where he was looking as if trying to see what he was seeing, but not enough weed could put you on his level. 

“i say, we leave right now, get some pie, maybe some coke. whatever you like sweetheart, i’ll give it to ya.” “I think your sweetheart wants some space, jake,” your eyes looked from the boy who sat next to you, jake, to the boy who now stood before the two of you, an unimpressed look on his face. his arm reached out to jake, practically yanking him from your side. “alright pal, let’s go for a walk.”

you watched jake stumble into him, “but louis, she’s pretty.”

louis glanced back over his shoulder as he begun to pull jake away from the couch and toward the door, now really coming to your attention. his eyes raked you up and down before smirking a little bit, nodding to himself, “sure man, she is.” 

he begun to walk away with jake wrapped around his shoulder before you got up fast almost tripping over your feet, not wanting them to go, “wait, i want a pie.” 

he looked back at you and your disoriented self. your shoulders were slung low, making you smaller than you actually were. your hair was all staticky, hanging above your head like a crown, and your eyes; dilated and filled with innocence.

he smirked, looking you up one more time before nodding you over, cuing you to follow after him, his arm still holding jake to his toes.

the boy’s car was blue. louis’ car was blue. it was one of those old, nice, restored cars that must have been worth thousands. the interior had light brown leather seating that made noise every time you shifted and readjusted yourself due to the old springs lying beneath. it made you giggle as you sat next to him in the front seat, jake lying in the back due to him not being just high, but rather cross faded. louis had apparently found him completely plastered out of his mind once he had first arrived at the party, leading him to hand jake a blunt to finalize his out-this-world experience. it wasn’t smart, but it kept louis entertained to say the least.

louis had glanced at you multiple times as he drove through the silent streets. he seemed eager or maybe even a little irritated as he watched you bounce around, lacking the ability to sit still as your eyes darted everywhere, from street lights to stop signs to anything that’d fully occupied your vision.

“have you ever been high before?” he asked, stopped at a stop light with red lights shading upon both your faces.

“nope,” your eyes wandered across the ceiling of his car. you ran your fingers along the soft carpeted interior—strange, but very stimulating and soft—making you feel all fuzzy inside of satisfaction. “louis, i love you car.”

he chuckles lowly, directing his eyes back to the road, “a lot of people do,” his lips were turned upwards into a slight smirk. it made the fuzzy feeling in your stomach turn warm as there was something very satisfying about just the way he looked. “we’re here.”

your eyes flick to the front of you where your visions bursts with neon lights beaming from the large “diner” sign pinned against the small vintage looking building. you're quick to slip out of the car to the euphoric sight.

“y/n!"

you stopped in your tracks at the sound of your name, glancing over your shoulder where your eyes immediately find a group of boys congregating together with one single boy appointed to attention to you. 

louis. 

"hold on. give me a minute, guys," you watch louis from five feet away, brush his friends off despite the yearning looks of amusement on all of their faces, looking between the both of you. he’s far from bothered or just doesn’t notice; brushing them off before meeting you to where you stood.

it was a wednesday after school. the sweet sound of louis’ voice and sight of his captivating face was the last thing you thought you’d come across. it must’ve been a mutual feeling with the way he looked you up and down, all winded looking. 

"you're a hard person to find."

"you've been looking for me?"

"of course," he has a cigarette in his mouth.

"I almost didn't think you were real."

"of course i'm real, sweetheart," he grins harder at you. "that fucked up, were you?"

you snort. if not being able to remember half of what took place that night counted for being fucked up, you took the trophy.

"well, alright. i'll take that as you had a pretty good night."

"one of the best."

“good,” he grins, “that’s a rare occasion for girls like you.”

“girls like me?” you scoff, arching a brow. his sentence could easily be something taken for offence, but the lighthearted tone to his voice only proved he was looking to mess with you. 

“yes,” he laughs with you. “usually drinking is the only thing you’d catch a teenage girl doing for non-sober purposes.” 

you nod, agreeing, because he wasn’t wrong, “i’ve had a fair amount of experience with alcohol and let me just say, i’ll be steering clear of that for a while.” 

“ah,” he tips forward on his feet in amusement. “i could’ve guessed you’re a wild one with your liquor, y/l/n. make some questionable choices.” 

you feel your face heat up in thought, “i won’t say you’re wrong.” 

louis lets out a small huff of laughter, before pausing all movement. he stares at you for a moment with narrow brows, as if trying his best to read you, “you ever wanna smoke with me, just let me know, alright?” he patted your back before suddenly walking past and away from you. your back was to him now but you could hear pat pat pat of his feet in the grass.

you frown, your eyes finding the cracks of the sidewalk as you think of how brief and unusual that was. you feel a large hole in your chest of unfulfillment. 

“louis, wait,” you shifted around rather quickly as a reality hit you, but you didn’t make any moves to chase after him. he turned as well as if waiting for it. “you uh, you didn’t tell connor i was with you guys, did you?”

yikes.

that’s not what he wanted to hear. 

louis pinched the bud of his cigarette, nodding to himself, thinking contently to his answer before exhaling, a thick cloud of white swirling out into the air before your eyes. you feel dazed, still high from the days before, filled with such naïve joy and lost thoughts of things you couldn’t remember now.

he threw his cigarette on the ground, eyes meeting yours again, only they were hard now and filled with no light heartedness like all times before. and his voice wasn’t soft or full of amusement either but dry as he stared you dead in the eyes, “why, he your boyfriend?”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes not meeting his for a while until after you thought about your answer. and it was an easy answer, no, but it was never something you’d ever consider a question. 

“no, no he’s not.”

“you sure about that?”

“not my type,” you smile slightly, examining louis’ pale cheekbones and facial features, the cold of the weather turning his complexion slowly red. your eyes drag to reach his red chapped lips.

him, he was your type. 

“enough of your type for you to fuck him,” he gave you a pointed look as if he had caught you in the act of something, and almost immediately your cheeks burned, like you were caught for something you knew you shouldn’t have been doing. 

you didn't understand why or how he knew. louis was someone you didn't know at all and what you and connor did was something you didn't tell anyone.

"you're surprised?"

"yes."

"why do you care what he knows, let alone fuck him?" he doesn't say anything more on how he knows like you hoped he would. "if he's not your type?"

you bite into your bottom lip, wincing because you didn't know the answer to it, "I don't."

"but you do," he slightly smiles but it's only out of annoyance as his voice catches up to cut you off on your lie. "I think you do, y/n. and you just don't want him to know we kissed."

"your mouth tastes like cherry."

"so does yours."

fuck.

"no, louis..." you wince, immediately regretting stopping him. "that's not what I meant. he doesn't mean anything to me."

he scoffs, "funny."

he doesn't believe you. not even close.

"you know he has label on you."

"a what?" you frown immediately, taking a step forward out of instinct.

“i’m a fool to think you’d ever stop liking him,” he holds his face, running his fingers along the sharp lines of his jawbone as he thinks about his idiotic hope that’d you so fastly fall for him as you did with connor. “foolish to think you’d drop him over one night.”

you’re even more confused now, “it was one night, louis.”

“you act like there isn’t the possibility that i’ve known you even before that night, y/n,” he has a smile that comes on his face but it isn’t something genuine. it’s annoyed. “your jerkoff of a boyfriend isn’t as secretive about you as you think.”

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

he scoffs, “you keep saying that.”

“because it’s true.”

“do you know what he says about you?”

“obviously not, louis,” four steps forward, four steps closer. “you keep speaking of ‘labels’ and whatever, but why don’t you just say it. what does he say about me that is so crazy?”

he didn’t expect the sudden brief and assertiveness you pull with your movement and words. it knocks him into a slight revelation as all he can do is stare at you and breathing, memorizing this side of you. 

“did he say i was a whore?” that was the only possible thing that you could think of at that moment that could be so bad. “he tell you i was a slut?”

it’s silent. you watch him think and the way he unintentionally avoids your hard stare with the thought process.

“ask him yourself.”

**

“has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes.”

you feel your face burn upon the comment. everything in your body felt as if was about to burst upon the simple company of louis. even though it had to of been hours since connor’s house, and the diner, and even dropping jake off at his own home, you still felt out of your mind in the best way possible. all of your sense were still high, but your vision was fuzzy and you felt lag in your movement.

how were you still high?

“you have,” you felt yourself giggle, to which he smiles with a tip of his head, watching you.

“cute,” his fingers rubbed against his mouth in thought before reaching to you. you felt yourself inhale sharply at his sudden movement and hold your breath once they reached their destination; raking through your hair. “how does he do that to you?”

“what?”

“nothing,” he shook his head, still twisting his fingers through soft strands of your hair. you feel yourself relax, watching him and the way he seemed so focused on just you. “you’re just very pretty, y/n.”

you feel your eyes slightly widen, but his face doesn’t shift at all. he’s calm, while you feel your entire body burst once more into heat. you’re itching to move, you can’t just sit still in that burning warmth beneath his stare. you feel yourself move, leaning forward on your knees so your lips meet louis’.

louis smiles against the pressure of your lips against his--he almost forgets to kiss you back because of it. 

almost. 

his hands rack up and down the front of your body, lightly pressing into the hold he had around your rib cage, as if willing to crush you beneath his grasp as long as that meant you wouldn’t leave. this contact isn’t enough even for you. you want to feel him all over and the heavy hands holding your body isn’t enough. 

you’re on his lap now, one of your hands holding the top of his shoulder while the other claps his cheek. louis feels as if his own body is about to burst beneath you... this is all he has wanted, for a while, and now that he’s got it, he feels it’ll destroy him. you’re ignorant to his feelings, but you feel just as feverish with your heart thump-thumping within your chest, as if speaking to his. 

“your mouth tastes like cherry,” your chest is heaving up and down as you pull away, your wide stare boring into his own eyes with something of delirium. 

he’s smiling wide, tipping his head back against his seat to see your face better, “so does yours.” 

now you smile, “i like you louis.”

he almost groans, rolling his head side to side at the sound of those precious words, “you’re killing me,” he pulls the sentence straight out of his mouth like it was sarcastic, but he meant it, “say it again,” he wanted it. 

“i like you,” you repeat, this time his hand is on your cheek. “please kiss me.” 

oh, jeez. 

he stares, breathless, “okay.” 

***

it was a week after your fallout with louis and you couldn’t think about anything other than that. you felt a sudden emptiness and need for something that you barely even had; louis. 

every little micro interaction you had with him ran through your mind like a record, over and over till you felt you were going to throw yourself off a cliff. and it wasn’t just the connor comment--which was something you really, really couldn’t stop thinking about--but the seemingly quick liking he had taken to you. 

it had caught you off guard, but the more you thought about it, the more curious you became as to the whole thing; which was what led you here; connor’s house, on a friday night where he was once again throwing. 

“what have you been saying about me?” you stood in front of him, connor, your vision narrowed as you stared at him, examining him as if his whole existence was strange. 

“what?” his confusion was genuine as this question was rather abrupt and you made no attempt to make introductions. 

“you know louis partridge?” 

connor looks between you and the people he currently stood with, confusion still reeking his features, “yes..?”

“what have you been telling him about me?”

“you want to talk about this somewhere else?” 

“i want a straight answer,” you feel his hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you away from his crowd without an answer from you. 

“which i can give you if you weren’t so vague... why are you talking to partridge?” 

“you got a problem?”

the two of you are stopped in front of a boy; jake. 

“no, man, i think we’re good,” connor pays him no mind, side stepping him fast with you still in grip, continuing to interrogate you. you ignore connor, watching jake the whole way you’re being pulled while he watches you. you feel as if the boy isn’t real, like he was someone you had made up when you were high, but there he was, staring just as shocked, but equally skeptical as you were pulled further and further from him. 

“are you listening to me, y/n?”

“what?” 

“i asked you what you were on about?” you’re now in an empty corner, secluded away from the rest of the party. “haven’t seen you in days and you’re on a tangent about a boy you barely know, what’s going on?”

you finally focus on him, barely processing the words he was putting in your ears, but you didn’t have to in order to hear the fake sympathy and concern. 

“how do you know louis?”

he shurgs, “see him every time i throw. gotta get to know my usuals.” 

“yeah, and how well have you gotten to know him?”

he shakes his head, feeling attacked, “why?”

“because i think it’s my right to know what you’ve been saying about me to him and whoever else,” the seal of your calmness breaks as you extend an arm out, ready to scold him for anything he was about to say. 

his expression drops in return, knowing any attempt to make you calm and make the situation subtle was out of his hands. connor knew you well enough to know you were too far into your frustration to calm you down. 

“what’re you talking about?”

but that didn’t mean he had to comply. 

“your new choice in men is obviously not working out for you. even they know i’m the best you’ll ever have.” 

“what?” your head drops forward, taken aback at the sudden escalation connor had taken to his approach in words. “what the fuck are you on about?” 

he smirks, pushing the red solo cup he had up to his lips, glancing around before looking back down to you, “why else do you think he lied to you about whatever it is you’re asking?”

“i can’t believe this,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “pull yourself out of that goddamn lie before you make yourself look even more like a fool. what have you been saying about me?”

“i find it best you don’t lie about this one, mate. you have an audience of witnesses,” there’s a hand on your back and a voice intervening. 

the two of you focus to louis who suddenly stands behind you, daring connor to push it. the boy looks confounded looking between you, louis, and the crowd of boys behind him. he doesn’t know what to do within the corner he had backed himself into. 

“whatever, this is my own fucking party. i don’t need to do shit,” he shoves past all of you. you all watch him storm away, not looking back, leaving you all to yourselves in the dust. 

“let’s talk,” louis says immediately the moment you look up to him, nodding off in a random direction. 

you slowly nod, following him. 

“i didn’t think you’d actually ask him.” 

a laugh gets caught in the back of your throat, shaking your head at the ignorance as he opens the passenger door to his car for you, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he slides into his own side of the car. “but then again, what would i know about you?”

“a lot, apparently. more than i would guess,” you lean your head against the palm of your hand, staring at him carefully. “you gonna tell me what he said now?”

louis looks hesitant, not even looking at you anymore as he thinks on how to answer. he doesn’t want to answer, it’s that simple, but he owes it to you to give you something sense he was the one who told you in the first place. 

“when i met connor, he talked about you a lot. a lot for someone i barely saw. it was like every party he had something new to say or nothing new at all. as long as it was you he was talking about,” he smiles to himself, thinking of all the bragging and praising he had put into you, all for connor to just... “you were like a prize to him, y/n--until you weren’t. he called you easy, but you were his. he said he could walk you like a dog because he was the only guy you thought of.” 

you feel rage and annoyance fume in the base of your chest as he speaks. he can see it form in your eyes, take over any look of calmness or subtlety from before. you make a move to push yourself back and out the door but louis is quick to grab your arm, pulling you right back to him, only closer. 

“hold on there, cowgirl,” your almost in his lap. “you’re better than that.”

“am i?” you’re squirming, almost pulling from the grasp his grasp if it weren’t for how warm he made you feel.

“yeah,” he’s smiling at you. “why waste any more of your time with him anyways when you could just be here with me?”

you couldn’t help but fall victim to the pulling sensation on your lips to smile at him. you feel that fuzzy feeling creep up into your stomach at his stare like the first time you were both alone in his car and suddenly all your anger at connor melts away.

“only if you offer me cherry pie.”

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[slayingqueenchal]

do you take lord tewksbury requests if yes than I have an idea in witch it's a really hot day or something like that and the reader faints the tewksbury helps them.

love u<3

The day is hot, but you're hotter | V. Tewkesbury x y/n

This is fluff fluff fluff, and a bit cheesy but I think we all love a bit of cheesy love story right. And yes as someone who has fainted before I'll make this😭😭. And some small tw : tewks opened y/ns clothes so he could take off your corset, but it's not detail and there's no smut. It's only loving, and caring.

"They're beautiful, aren't they? " You smiled looking at the flowers. It was a hot summer, and you cursed your self for wearing thick clothes. "Yeah but, it's not as beautiful as you" Tewkesbury took your hand and gave your hand a little kiss.

"Tewkesbury" You said. The corset you were wearing were tighter today. "Yes, love? " He smiled at you.

"Tewkesbury, it's getting.. It's getting a bit hot isn't it? C-can we go? I-i think my corset is too.." You said. There was barely any people in the park. You felt confused, it's as if you were floating.

Then, you heard a "oh shoot! " Before you felt a hand behind you, and everything went black and fuzzy.

"Y/n, y/n, love? Are you alright? " Tewkesbury asked. You didn't see the sun, you saw a roof, that you were familiar with. Tewkesbury's room.

You sat up to see everything around you. You were wearing a white night gown. And you didn't feel like you were going to choke to death.

"Look, love, I'm sorry, I took your clothes off.. You said something about your corset being too tight and I had to take it off" Tewkesbury sighed, looking down.

"You know.. That's fine, if you didn't do that I would've run out of breath" You smiled and looked at him. His hair, and his suit, messy.

"Viscount Tewkesbury did you carry me all the way from the park? " You asked him, grinning. "I had too, I was panicking" He gave a small smile.

"I love you" "I love you, more".

[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

[bigirl-blogging]

Hey I wanted to ask again if anyone has any suggestions for some fanfics about the following #’s that would be awesome. I only have wattpad so if you know any on there that would be great. Comment or message me any suggestions you may have thank you :) (Also ao3 is very confusing for me so I don’t have ao3 . Thank you)

[dreamsontheirway]

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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@fluffbruary Day 25

“Breathe,” Enola told him again, feeling his heart’s thumping, the constant beating to keep him alive. “We’re going to be fine.”

Tewkesbury laughed. “Oh, I know,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “I am here with you after all.”

Enola put her hand to her heart in an exaggerated way as he spun her around, but she smiled the smile that truly reached her eyes. “You flatter me, my lord Marquess of Bothersomeshire.”

At this point, both of them were good enough at dancing with one another that they barely had to take notice of when the set was over. He knew exactly how deep she liked to be dipped and that she tended to lean towards the left which he needed to compensate for. She knew his preferences and style too, but he was fairly certain she had known even before they had begun courting. Enola wasn’t her brother, but she could be equally as discerning.

“You’ve done your networking for today, right?” She asked him. “I realize I’ve told you everything my investigation here as borne, but you’ve told me nothing of your politicking.”

“Not talking about it is probably the best thing to be said about politicking,” he replied dryly. He didn’t want that nonsense spoiling his time with Enola, which he treasured more than nearly anything.

Enola made a disapproving sound. “Well, that would make us an unequal relationship, and I refuse to be party to one,” she announced.

“Enola,” Tewkesbury said, amused, “You’re an upper-middle class unmarried lady detective. I’m a Viscount and Marquess. According to society, we are technically already an ‘unequal’ relationship.”

“According to society, perhaps,” she responded. “But neither you nor I care for that. I meant between us, in our own opinion.” Tewkesbury opened his mouth, and then shut it, uncertain what to say. She continued, voice gentler now: “I want to know your troubles and – and support you, the way you do me,” she finished, sounding uncertain. “It isn’t an inconvenience or annoyance. It is a pleasure.”

Tewkesbury furrowed his eyebrows uncertainly. He was so used to keeping his cards to himself, his mother always too worried about him to be told of much political, and his uncle too – he feared – disapproving of his political stance. Then he wondered how he’d feel if Enola didn’t tell him about her cases. He’d probably panic about another ‘avoidance and misunderstandings’ fiasco that preceded their beginning courting.

“You’re right,” he conceded, and she smiled. He described his efforts to make allies for the upcoming vote, since most of the members and their wives were here. He admitted how exhausting and burdensome it could be at times. Enola watched him carefully, not saying much through his confession, apparently focused on dancing, but he knew she was logging every detail in her brain to turn over the ones she found interesting later.

“The ladies seem more responsive than the men, for some reason,” he shrugged as he finished.

Enola laughed softly. “I’m not surprised.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, puzzled.

“Colette Annesley keeps looking over here,” Enola murmured under her breath, nodding in the direction of the daughter of one of the Lords. “And in an increasingly agitatedly manner. Many of the girls are, honestly speaking. She wishes you were dancing with her.”

“Unfortunately for her, that isn’t going to happen,” Tewkesbury said amusedly. He considered the fact that the women were apparently easier to talk to and convince because he was a good marriageable prospect. He wasn’t particularly good at telling when girls were – as Enola put it – ‘throwing’ themselves at him. But he did notice the same pattern of behaviour in all the ones she told him were. Not that he needed the verification to believe her.

Enola could tell him the sky was purple and he’d nod his head solemnly and accept it, his uncle had teased once. Tewkesbury didn’t think he was that bad, but neither did he think that was much of an exaggeration. They were a couple who enjoyed teasing one another and arguing about little things for the sake of it, but not the large, important things.

“I remember the first time we were at a ball like this,” Tewkesbury had to snicker fondly at the memory. “You were jealous, and of Cicely of all people.”

“I was operating under incomplete information,” Enola informed him loftily, but her cheeks still turned pink.

“Not knowing the fact that I was, even then, head over heels in love with you,” he said, giving her a moment after that. He knew it still slightly flustered and surprised her every time he said it so easily. It saddened him immensely. He wished she could see how wonderful she was from his eyes.

Then again, she said the same thing about him, and often. They certainly made a pair.

“You really must stop saying things like that when we’re in public,” she said dignifiedly.

“Why?”

“Because it makes me want to draw you in the corner and do a few very indecent things,” she smirked, tossing her head.

“Well, I for one wouldn’t mind that,” Tewkesbury said, smirking back. “Admittedly, I wouldn’t mind stopping dancing, either.”

Enola made a face. “You have a point. My feet are beginning to hurt, which is terrible. What if I need to chase him down later?”

Tewkesbury raised an eyebrow. “You’ve arranged a meeting with him. Why would you need to run after him?”

Enola shrugged. “Somehow, whatever I do to investigate manages to culminate in a very daring run. Exciting, I suppose, but also exasperating.”

Tewkesbury thought back to the cases he’d seen her on. One particularly memorable one had had her running down the streets of London with a whole horde of people behind her, waving walking sticks and cooking utensils threateningly as she carried a goat and several dresses and dripped mud.

“Yes, you’re right, we should stop and get refreshments,” he agreed hurriedly.

As the set ended, they walked off the dancefloor, hand in hand, greeting some of the people they knew. Enola kept a wary eye out for Mycroft. They grabbed a few plates and some food and made their way to one of the alcoves which was fairly invisible from the floor, but a good observation spot.

“These muffins are good,” Enola hummed appreciatively, licking the crumbs off her fingers.

“Not as good as these cookies,” Tewkesbury dismissed, taking the last one from the plate.

“I haven’t had even one, give that to me!” Enola cried, tackling him and trying to take it from his hand.

“I took it, it’s mine!”

“That’s unfair!”

“It’s your fault for not taking one before!”

As they rolled around extremely inappropriately, Tewkesbury was very thankful the alcoves were separated and covered from one another using curtains. All thoughts of that, however, faded away when Enola trapped him between her arms and kissed him.

Every time they kissed, it was like every single one of his nerves ignited, and this time wasn’t any different. Enola had always made him feel like that, ever since he’d cut himself out of that bag and she’d walked out of the train compartment, rolling her eyes. At the time it was frustration, then incredulity, then admiration.

He still felt all of those things – only now all mixed up in love. Enola was it for him. He knew that.

Especially when she parted from him, smiled sweetly, plucked the cookie from his hand and bit into it. “Hmm, you’re right,” she said consideringly. “This is better than the cupcake.”

“You are the worst,” Tewkesbury told her seriously, and she grinned brightly, finishing up the cookie and now beginning to fix up her hair.

“And you lo-o-ve me,” she sang.  

“Yes,” he agreed softly. “I do.”

Enola blinked at him, mouth parting in surprise. “I—” she swallowed. “I love you too.”

Tewkesbury opened his mouth to reply, heart pounding, but then they heard the gong of the clock. “It’s midnight,” he said, before Enola had the chance to. She looked solemn and yet had the glint of excited determination he adored so much in her eye. “He--?”

“Offered to meet me at midnight? Yep,” Enola finished. She traced the contours of his face with her fingers in a rather inappropriate way before drawing away. “I need to go. Bye, Tewky.”

Tewkesbury gently grabbed her wrist, brushing a kiss against the back of her knuckle. “The very best of luck, Miss Holmes.” He offered his good luck wishes, which he knew weren’t important – Enola succeeded due to her own merit and hard work, and that alone – but he could never let her walk out on one of her investigations without making sure she knew how much he loved her and hoped she succeeded.

“What about a good luck kiss?” Enola murmured, looking up at him, smiling widely.

Tewkesbury grinned. “Come back alive, and then we’ll see.”

Enola winked at him. “I’ll see you after I get him arrested. Keep it ready.” she said, before vanishing into the crowd.

[raybyanothername]

Sometimes there are lines that just *beg* to inspire fics.

Enola Holmes has a lot of them, but these three... these three keep knocking at my skull:

You do make an awful lot of noise, don't you?

You're a man when I tell you you're a man.

I don't have delicate petals.

[enola28]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Enola Holmes (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Enola Holmes/Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury Characters: Enola Holmes, Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Hurt Enola Holmes, Treating Wounds, Minor Injuries, violence mention, Established Relationship, no beta we die like enola's dad, Post-Canon, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Summary:

And yet, his touch was gentle. His hands ran up her arm gently, as if he was inspecting a thin petal instead of a wound. If Enola was less tired, she would have rolled her eyes and teased him, complaining about how she wasn’t a delicate flower.

But after having spent all day locked in a room, starved, and beaten, that wasn’t true. If anything, she felt more delicate than she ever had. More broken. ____ Or - Enola struggles with constantly having to save others. Tewksbury reminds her she doesn't have to.

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Hii! I have a request🌼 İt is reader x louis partridge where they are both famous and they have a loooooooongggg interview about their relationship pleasee, and full off fluff if possible

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pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

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warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. the links within the text are reference photos i guess. not very long because idk sorry lol x

who asked who out first?

“me, i did,” louis mumbled right away, rubbing his jaw as you stared up at him with narrowed brows.

“yeah, after millie made you.”

“no,” his own brows narrowed as he looked down to you.

“yes,” you nodded your head, your mouth slightly opened as he stared at you with confused eyes, “lou, she bought your birthday present for me too.”

“you know about that?”

favorite memory together?

“i have.. none,” louis swiped his nose slightly, bluntly speaking.

"i have to agree."

he's struck offended.

wallpapers?

“lou’s mine,” you held up your phone after unlocking it before showing a facetime photo from when he had fallen asleep on his couch. “he’s also my- well we’re both on my lock screen,” you hit the power button before hitting it again causing the screen to light up and show the two of hugging each other after a day at the beach. “millie also took that,” you smiled before tucking your phone back in your pocket.

“she’s only my lock screen,” he held up his phone, showing a selfie of him having an arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind in new york. “my home screen is just me and my sisters.”

you smiled at the thought of the photo as he stuck his phone in his pocket then looking over to you, smiling.

favorite gift one has received/given?

your eyes brightened at the question before looking to louis who was already looking at you, a light laugh flying past his lips. his arm extended behind the two of you, his hand lightly grasping the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze before wrapping around your waist.

“well, i’d say the silver chain that has louis’ name on it, but millie was the one who actually gave it to me, so..” you shrugged your shoulders causing him to lightly roll his eyes before fiddling with the thick gold bracelet on your left wrist that he had a matching pair of on his own wrist, something he bought himself for the both of you.

“she bought me my ‘heaven can wait’ sweater” he said bluntly, “i wear it a lot, but it seems she wears it more than i do.”

you laugh lightly, running your eyes along his jaw.

"you know, before we started dating my closet was filled with clothes, but ever since we've gotten together i only have the option of wearing the same thing every day," his tone is slightly annoyed but has playful banter hidden underneath as he lightly pinches you.

you smile hard, thinking about how much your closet has expanded and how it shouldn't even have to matter whether or not he has clothes at home due to how much louis is at your house in the first place.

over the summer, you both had talked about moving in with each other a lot of the time sense it seemed you both already did at your parents homes. you were almost never apart.

who gets annoyed the most?

“louis.”

“what,” he frowns hard looking to you, “that is such bs, there is no way it’s me.”

“you’re getting annoyed right now,” you grin, extending your pointer finger to him, making his brows furrow more. he stared at you a minute more before slapping your finger down.

"yeah, sure; me."

night in or night out?

you both look to each other and you frown slightly in thought. you can tell louis already has his answer by the way he smiles like a sick dog, his hand slapping onto your thigh, "night in."

he's asked 'why' by the interviewer--further extending the grin on his face, "because you can't make out in public."

you scoff, your face beginning to feel hot, "i'd agree, but not... for his reasons."

not totally anyways.

"oh, cmon love," he slightly elbows you in the ribs, "be honest."

"louis, quit being a perv," you shake your head in slight annoyance.

although the two of you do make out, a lot, nights in don't pertain to that idea, totally. you always find time to schedule movie nights, card nights, or even just plainly eat dinner with each others family.

as much as you loved going out, it got harder the more publicity you both faced from recent movies and shows you both did. you couldn't go a minute without a camera being shoved into your face.

what is one thing you both can't live without?

"lou absolutely can not live without his phone."

"neither can you, sweetheart," his voice is sour as he looks down to you, practically scowling at your insinuation.

"yes i can," you narrowed your brows, "you're such a phone face, lou, you don't even know it."

"since when?"

"since i've met you," you dumbfounded, "anytime i try and communicate to you, it takes about five minutes for you to finally get off your phone and look at me."

he winces a bit, knowing it's true, but he still shakes his head with the kiss of his teeth, "afraid not, love."

"fine, we'll put it down for something we both can't live without."

"no," he shakes his head, "i'm changing mine to you."

your face goes soft, and you look up to him, almost caught off guard, "louis, that's actually so sweet."

"what can i say, i'm a sweet man."

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V.tewkesbury | you Love her better, don't you viscount?

Basically, tewkesbury and y/n have this relationship, and its obvious that tewkesbury and y/n love eachother, but a misunderstood destroyed it part 2

"Guys I f-" You find yourself staring at enola, your sister and tewkesbury, your crush. Their face were 5cm away.

"I must be disturbing something, 'm sorry" You rushed and snatched your ballgown, running through the hallways. The ladies were confused, you dropped your masquerade mask along the way.

"What the hell" you said to yourself, outside. Your dress getting a bit dirty. But you went to, of course Sherlock.

You went to his house, 221B Baker street. "Sherlock" You knocked. He opened the door "what happened to you, get in" He nodded.

"Why are you dressed so party-like" He said, looking up and down. "I was helping enola, but then I saw her, with viscount, their face were what, a few centimeters away! " You bursted. Your eyes we're red, your nose too.

"Oh.. So enola and viscount were gonna" He sighed "kiss? "

"I think so, can I stay here please please please I can't bear to think about staying with enola nor tewkesbury" You said, he nodded.

"Sofa, now go to sleep, cause I am going to sleep, don't touch anything" He said, he walked away and closed the door.

Idk, I hate this

[fictionalnation]

I spent the weekend crying over a boy and thinking about the pain of being in one-sided love. All the pain has disappeared after watching the slow burn romance in Enola Holmes, I love that they show their instant connection- I think our society is fixated on time. I only spent about 5 days with the boy I am speaking of, yet I am very deeply affected by him. However- realising that even he thinks that time has an impact on the true feelings is absolute bc. And I realised I cannot be with someone who has such little appreciation for magic. Also, Henry Cavill. Dear Lord. I mean I have always been a fan, he is spectacular and jeez so incredibly sexy. Watching his character (fictional crush alert) but also him on screen was a reminder that there are absolutely beautiful, spectacular, talented men out their (or women / nb) who would absolutely deserve every second of my affection. For the first time in days, i have thought of someone else- Henry Cavill owns my heart, but I owe him for getting me out of my misery. And i owe the writers and creators of this beautiful movie for bringing out the joy in me again. Its amazing what art can do to your life.

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( fic ) of flowers

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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.

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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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@fluffbruary Day 1

“Enola?” Enola heard Tewkesbury call for her as he entered his house.

“One second,” Enola called back. She checked on the feverfew and noted with satisfaction it was growing well. She dusted off some dirt from her dress and went to meet him.

Tewkesbury practically lit up when he saw her. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, but she shifted and instead threw her arms around his neck to kiss him properly.

Tewkesbury was blushing when they pulled away. “Good day?” He asked, taking off his waistcoat to hang it up and went to wash his hands and feet. Enola moved to get the bread and tea out.

“Good enough,” Enola said, louder than she usually would have. She knew the exact volume she needed to use so that Tewkesbury could hear her even from the basin in his bedroom. “Sherlock and I finally made some headway.”

“It must be a hard case that has two minds such as yours stumped,” Tewkesbury noted as he came over to brew the tea while Enola set the plates out.

“It is not quite as big as the last one,” Enola replied. “While that is reassuring in one sense, finding clues and putting them together is quite the chore when nobody even remembers anything of that night. Thankfully, it isn’t as urgent as the last one either.”

She fell silent, remembering the mutilated body she, Dr. Watson and Sherlock had found that had been the climax to the previous case. The culprit had been apprehended and imprisoned, most probably heading for the death row, and the family had been given proper condolences and a reimbursement, but she sometimes couldn’t help wonder if she could have done better, solved it sooner. . .

She shook her head. Dwelling on things like that would do no one any good, least of all her. She remembered her mother’s scolding about the sheep, when she had nearly died trying to save it.

She would be alive to help another person. That was enough.

It had to be.

Tewkesbury reached out and his fingers curled into hers. “Enola?” He said tenderly. Enola liked the way he said her name. “Your thoughts have wandered.”

“Nowhere you would want to follow,” Enola answered, smiling ruefully, grasping his hand tighter as she set down her sandwich.

“Wherever you go, I’ll follow,” Tewkesbury half-reassured half vowed. Then he titled his head with the teasing smile she loved so much. “I did jump off a train to follow you, after all.”

“That was to save your life, you nincompoop,” she laughed at him.

“In all seriousness,” Tewkesbury sobered. “What worries you?”

“I am not entirely recovered from the last case,” Enola confessed. Tewkesbury and Dr Watson were the only people she would ever think to tell this to. She felt an irrational urge to keep herself high in Sherlock’s, her mother’s and Edith’s esteems, and she felt admitting this weakness to them would lower her in their eyes.

Tewkesbury nodded. “Is there anything I can do to – help?”

“Nothing more than you already do, Tewky,” Enola assured him. “Never mind that. How was your day?”

Tewkesbury studied her, but apparently decided to play along. “The same old. More arguing, more negotiating, more compromises. I do believe half the men today were completely corned.”

Enola clicked her tongue, annoyed. “This country really is going to the dogs.”

Tewkesbury grinned. “Let us have no more of your gum.” They laughed, letting go of one another’s hands, and were silent for a moment as they sipped their tea.

“What about the law you wish to propose regarding sewage management? To make the Thames better?”

Tewkesbury sighed heavily. “I feel the lords would rather spend their time finding ways to exploit the poor even more rather than pass even a single environmental reform law.” His voice went breathlessly frantic, the way it did only when he was extremely agitated. “I hate it so much. I have to compromise on my principles every time I go there in the hope that it will lead to something better. I just. . . Sometimes I want to. . .” His eyes closed for a moment.

Enola ran her fingers over his knuckles. She understood that there was no reply to something like that. Telling Tewkesbury he could leave was an affront to both his intelligence and his commitment. He knew perfectly well he could behave like certain others and wash his hands off everything. But he wouldn’t, because he was too intent on bettering life, on helping others.

Sometimes they were too similar to one another.

“I’m sorry, Tewky.” She said quietly.

They subsided into silence again. Silence with Tewkesbury was never awkward, not like it was with others. She looked around, enjoying being able to just spend time with her … suitor. At first, she hadn’t been too certain of the way his house had been bursting with greenery, practically a conservatory, especially eating in there. But she had grown fond of it soon enough – it reminded her of the way the undergrowth of Ferndell had been before Mycroft had so lovingly chopped it all off.

“How did you make progress on your case?” Tewkesbury asked. “Did you find something new?”

Enola grinned. “We did! I caught two street boys in a shine today morning while I was out on my walk. I certainly didn’t expect that to tie in to the case, but on one of them I found a piece of violet velvet – an identical colour to the upholstery in the Hughes house – but not only that, it had Emma Hughes’ initials on it, and dirt perfectly matching with her alibi of being with her nephew in the children’s playground! Sherlock and I immediately knew—”

She paused. Tewkesbury was watching her fondly, his eyes soft. “What is it?” He asked. “Why did you stop?”

“Why do you watch me like that?” She asked instead of answering his questions.

Tewkesbury considered her for a moment. “Because I love you,” he said, taking her breath away with how easily he said those words. “And you are never more yourself than when you are raving about your newest case or talking excitedly about museum exhibits or beating a man thrice your size to the ground in a fight or sneaking somewhere and asking people to switch clothes with you.”

Enola felt her cheeks warm. “And you are never more yourself than when you are rearing for justice for the environment or the underprivileged,” she said, turning the discussion back to the subject she wanted to talk about. Tewkesbury’s smile faded a bit. She disliked seeing him so down on himself. “You are the most compassionate, kind, forgiving, lenient man I have ever met. Don’t forget that you are doing good. The Third Reform Act. The Resdistribution of Seats Act. Cicely even told me the match girls who protested and walked out are being given jobs again! And safer ones too.”

At that, he smiled. “I’m glad to hear it. You’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?” She gently teased.

He laughed. His whole face softened when he looked at her. “Thank you, Enola. You are – I have to – that is to say—” He stumbled on his words in a way he rarely did.

She reached over and squeezed his hand. “I would never want any nincompoop but you bumbling into my investigations.”

He grinned. “That’s good, because I would want to have words with any other one you were taking on your adventures.”

“I don’t know,” Enola said seriously. “I think Sherlock qualifies. Would you like a word with him?”

Tewkesbury choked on the bread he had been chewing on. Enola didn’t try to stifle her laughter as he composed himself.

“Are you jesting? Your brother isn’t as terrifying as he was when I first met him, but I certainly can’t ‘have at it’ with him. He looked at me like I was a gnat unworthy of his attention throughout our visit to the British Museum.”

“Oh, that was fun!” Enola smiled at the memory. “We should plan another trip soon.”

Tewkesbury nodded. “I wish to go up to Basilwether soon to check on my gardens, but—”

“Of course, we’ll plan around it.” She assured him. “I wouldn’t dream of taking you away from your beloved plants. Besides, Cicely, Bessie, Edith and I have a sparring and theatre and literature session planned soon anyway, after this case.”

He nodded, done with his plate, and picked it up to go put it on the stove and began to scrub it with soap.

The future awaited – so many choices she had yet to make, so many paths untaken. So uncertain. Perhaps frightening.

But as long as she had her mother, Sherlock, Edith, Cicely and Bessie, Dr Watson, Lady Basilwether – yes, fine, even Mycroft – and most of all, Tewkesbury, the man who was still with her after everything, who’d help teach her love and compassion didn’t necessarily mean weakness - as long as her life had them, the prospect didn’t seem particularly bad.

Enola backwards spelled alone, but she hadn’t felt that in a long time.

“One step at a time and save the world?” She asked.

Tewkesbury smiled, and lifted her hand to press a kiss to it the same way he had so long ago through the gate of the House of Lords building.

“Every day. Together, the future is up to us.”