#tewkesbury x y/n

[sagelovesbooks]

Holding Him.

Tag: Fluff, angst. No smut.

A/N: This is just a cute little imagine that popped into my head.

Summary: When Tewkesbury has nightmares, you're the one who's there to comfort him.

Tewkesbury couldn't breathe.



Every breath he took felt like the sheets were suffocating him and more as he tried to gasp for air quietly, not wanting to wake his lover who just happened to lay right beside him.

He tries to adjust himself, to no prevail, and instead finds himself in the kitchen, trying to quietly grab a pitcher for a glass of water.

His mother had always called him the clumsy one of the family.

The glass pitcher falls from its place on the shelf after Tewkesbury's fingers graze the glass and it shatters, making a deafening noise. The glass crowds around his feet as he stares down at it, his eyes burning.

Tewkesbury crumbles; the world feels as if it's caving in on him like he was back in the dream that haunted his mind as he sinks to the floor in defeat, squeezing his eyes in anguish.

He hears her footsteps grow closer, her almost completely silent gasp as she sees the mess that surrounds him.

He barely acknowledges her, too busy covering his ears, trying to get the pounding in his mind to stop as memories of the dream taunt him like a child.

He doesn't notice he's shaking until her hands touch his. He feels the tears start to fall as he hides his face in her shoulder, relishing each and every single touch of hers as a reminder that she's still here.

Her hands rub up and down his back like a pattern as he leans his weight into her, the height difference is forgotten as she holds him close, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as she feels her shoulder soak with his tears.

All he needs right now is you.

[frost-queen]

The moment I knew // part 7 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

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Summary: The social season goes on continuing with another ball. Yet this ball holds some surprises. Will it make a change for the better? [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3& part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 8 & part 9 ]

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Tewkesbury tapped his finger mindlessly against the hard glass. His mind somewhere else, vision unclear. The upmost bored expression on his face. He heard his grandmother tsk loud for him to change his posture. – “Sit up straight boy!” – she called out as the carriage took a turn, riding on a gravely road. When Tewkesbury wouldn’t move she revealed her fan, giving him a hard slap against the hand with it.

“Au!” – Tewkesbury snapped awake, startled by the sudden whip on his fingers. His grandmother hummed loudly with a glance that it was his own fault. He exhaled deep rubbing his poor fingers. He straightened his posture, leaning back against the fabric as the carriage toggled a bit. His grandmother gave him a look for off judgement. Tsking her tongue again.

Tewkesbury tilted his head slightly knowing she just had a comment burning on her tongue. – “It’s the third ball already. When are you going to show any REAL interest in a young woman.” – she emphasized on the matter of real. – “I sure hope you don’t thinking to form an alliance with that wild girl.”

Tewkesbury knew she was referring to Enola. – “She was quite nice to return my child back to me, but good heavens her features aren’t standard. She has a heart too wild. Marrying a girl like that will only give you trouble, I’ll give you that.” – she spoke glancing out of the window. The skies light dimming out. A greyness colouring all that was bright away for the night to take over.

Tewkesbury turned to look out of the window. Watching the street lights being lighted up with their bright fires. Two men standing on a ladder to give the lantern light. A couple walking arm in arm just passing them by. – “What about the season’s diamond? She isn’t the fairest…” – his grandmother brushed her skirt with her gloves.

“Whatever possessed the queen to chose her. No foul words to her majesty.” – she quickly added as if speaking ill of the queen would cause her harm. – “Yet, she would be a good match. Marrying the season’s diamond always hyphen’s up once’s status.”

Tewkesbury sighed deep as a sign of protest. He wasn’t at all interested in the season’s diamond. There was only one calling his heart, yet she no longer wishes to commit herself to him. Perhaps it was partly his fault. He still didn’t know what possessed him that faithful night at the first ball. He had been exciting all day eager to see you again. A year. An entire year he hadn’t seen you. Only making him yearn for your presence more. It was nice to have you around. His feelings still a bit unclear at that moment. In the beginning it was merely out of boredom.

That was how it all started at the opera. The moment he found a willingly victim to laugh with him. To make the dreadful opera bearable. At first he teased a lot. Playing in on the signals you were sending him. A young girl gushing over a boy. Probably the first boy around her age she had met. As girls at that age were, falling hopelessly in love with each boy that flashed them a smile. Then he started to get to know you better. See more sides of you.

It was perhaps then that he had already started to fall for you, yet it wasn’t known to him yet. A bundle of feelings he couldn’t name yet, tumbling in his stomach. Spiralling and tumbling. It became clear to him the moment you returned the acorn to him. That stupid thing he foolishly had given to you in exchange for his ring. His father’s ring he should’ve never parted from.

Holding the acorn in his hand and watching you dance with someone else made him realize what he was losing. How much nights he had wasted with not being near you. It had created a drift between the two of you. – “No foolish sauntering this time. I expect you to be married off by the end of the season. It is my dying wish.” – she had clasped her hands together, looking up to the ceiling. Tewkesbury scoffed silently.

“To have me out of the house.” – he mumbled to himself. – “What was that boy?” – she snapped at him. – “Nothing grandmother.” – he responded quickly avoiding her stern eyes. – “Thought so.” – she flapped out needing to have the last word. Tewkesbury turned to look out of the window again seeing how much the sky had darkened already. The blinding estate of the next ball coming up in sight.

You had followed your siblings inside. Hand on Anthony’s arm. He sighed loud upon entering. You quirked your lips teasingly up. – “Oh how dreadful it is.” – you acted out dramatically with the back of your hand against your forehead. Your little act made Anthony look at you, puzzled. – “Another ball I have to keep my sisters save from. God forbid they find a match and leave from under my wings.” – you added sounding as silly as you could.

Anthony stared in shock at you as Francesca laughed loud. – “It isn’t funny.” – Anthony told you sternly. It made you press your lips together to withhold yourself from laughing at him. – “Oh come on Anthony.” – Benedict pitched in grabbing him by the shoulder. – “I thought Y/n did a great performance of you.” – he chuckled afterwards squeezing his fingers in Anthony’s shoulder. You let go of him arm, standing in front of him to curtsy as if being applauded.

Anthony brushed Benedict’s hand off him with annoyance. – “Poor Anthony being so teased by his younger siblings.” – Colin interfered wanting to have a say in it. Anthony turned to look at Mother. Violet tried her best to hide her smile, yet failed miserably. To Anthony’s annoyance as he stormed off. – “Oh Anthony don’t be so… it was a mere tease.” – Violet called out going after him.

Benedict came to your side, holding his palm up to you. You pressed your palm against him, snickering at your own tease. Arms locked in you followed mother who tried to reach Anthony. Anthony took halt by a set of vases. Half filled with flowers and peacock feathers. Francesca came running up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. – “You are so easily teased.” – she said with a smile. Anthony looked up to the ceiling not wanting to give in, but when you joined her.

Wrapping your arms around him at his other side, he couldn’t withhold himself anymore. Holding both of you for a warmful hug. The moment was ruined when Benedict decided to join in from behind, giving him a good squeeze. Nearly making him fall forwards. He nudged his elbow back at Benedict to get him off his back. Benedict let go of him, winking at you. Benedict stretched out making Anthony roll his eyes at him.

“I thought you had learned manner yet.” – Anthony spoke. Benedict lowered his arms from stretching up. – “Oh brother you must know me.” – he chuckled out giving him a hard slap against his back. A gentleman came over around Colin’s age. He invited him for a game of cards. Colin accepted dragging Benedict with him.

You stood with Francesca and mama, watching the dancers. A girl you had met before once came running over. – “They have peacocks in the garden!” – she called out unable to control her enthusiasm. Francesca and you looked at each other with delight and shock. – “Girls!” – Mama called out the moment the two of you started to run. Wanting to get to the gardens and see a peacock for real. – “Oh I wish it would open it’s feathers.” – Francesca huffed out pressing herself between people to get across.

Holding onto her hand tightly, you were behind her, trying to squeeze through those your sister just went passed. You were near the glass doors that lead up to the stone pedestal with steps downwards into the gardens. Many people wished to gaze upon the peacocks to be found in the garden. Francesca and you came to a brief halt as you locked eyes with a certain girl on your right.

The one who had danced with Tewkesbury. Her expression neutral. She went on going through the glass doors as Francesca followed taking the doors on the left. You had remained still, allowing your hand to slip out of hers as she got swept up in the crowd. Somehow the moment seemed ruined. No longer you contained any excitement for the animals. Moving a bit backwards, you went back further in.

Yet you didn’t wish to return to your mother who was clearly searching for Francesca and you. Neither did you wish to return to your brothers. Not even being allowed in the rooms where they played cards and gambled on the side. It was a secret, a hush-hush but everybody knew about it anyways. You decided to leave the ballroom for what it was. The music fading out when you went into the corridor. Most of the doors were closed. Others were open.

A group of people chattering and laughing loud with drinks in their hands. You passed them all feeling no need of entering a room full of strangers without the presence of your brothers. By the end of the corridor you were intrigued by a door partly opened. Not enough to peer inside, but wide enough to see a warmth glow come from inside of it. You neared the door staring through the creak to have a look inside.

Eyes widening at the sight of Tewkesbury. You gasped loud when he suddenly turned around spotting you. It had startled you, making you bump your shoulder against the door and trying to make a run for it. Tewkesbury hastened himself to the door, opening it more. – “Y/n!” – he called out. It made you stop. – “I mean Miss Y/n.” – he corrected himself. You took a step forwards not sure if you wanted to be around him. A second step was impossible as you felt a force keep you in place by your skirt.

Looking over your shoulder down, you saw Tewkesbury’s grip on your skirt. Your gaze went up to meet his. Full of sadness his eyes were. Perhaps yours were too. – “Please…” – he whispered, a hush almost unheard. Taking a deep breath, your shoulders slouched down. Unspoken you followed him back into the room, not sure why you did. The room was not that grand. Rather small. An armchair and small table positioned in the room.

White curtains with patterns on them. Here and there some trinkets. You went to sit down on the armchair, hands folded in your skirt. Tewkesbury stood up straight looking down at a small table. It contained a perfume bottle and a fan. It felt weird. Awkward to say the least. As if you were strangers again. Tewkesbury cleared his throat picking up the perfume bottle. You turned your head to look around the room.

Tewkesbury leaned forwards trying to sniff the smell. Accidently spraying in his face. He coughed loud, waving a hand in front of his face. Setting the perfume bottle back. – “I saw that girl head outside to see the peacocks.” – you said having the urge to cut through the silence. – “Enola.” – Tewkesbury replied as it made you hum confused.

“Oh…” – hearing him say her name made you turn your head away. It felt strange. Strange how your heart still yearned for him. Even in this moment. You wanted to run over to him, leap in his arms and hear him say how much he wants you. Tewkesbury understood the notion of your reaction, looking down at the table. He picked up the fan to occupy himself. – “Where is your suitor?” – he asked. You hummed confused looking up to him. Tewkesbury looked back at you opening the fan with a smooth movement.

It made you blink startled. – “That boy you danced with.” – Tewkesbury flapped the fan at himself keeping his eyes on you. – “I’m sure he has proposed by now.” – He went on unable to stop himself from yearning for you. For hoping you’d contradict his words. As a response you snorted loud. It made him curl up a smile not fully understanding what was this amusingly. – “I’ve danced with him once. Let’s not get too far ahead.” – you responded with a smile.

Tewkesbury’s smile got brighter feeling the tense atmosphere from before falter. – “Besides he’s not a prince.” – you added with a smile. – “Or a Viscount.” – Tewkesbury whispered out of ears reach. – “Enola seems nice.” – you told him. Tewkesbury flashed the fan in front of him again near his cheek. To you unknown, but to him full of words.

“She’s a terrible dancer.” – he commented making you laugh. – “Laugh all you want, I have the bruised toes to speak for me.” – he added as you started to laugh even harder. Hearing your laugh made him smile widely. In this moment it felt like heaven to him. He drew the fan down his cheek again to you. – “What are you doing?” – you questioned seeing it was the third time he had performed it. – “Fanning.” – he responded with a cheeky smile. – “It is hardly warm here… unless you are doing something else…” – you answered.

“Nothing else.” – he muttered out, looking away. Having a sense of time, you got up. Tewkesbury hasting him to your side. – “My siblings must wonder where I am.” – you spoke hearing your heart thump louder in his presence. – “Of course.” – he answered staring smitten down at you. You wanted to open the door as Tewkesbury was ahead of you. Opening it for you and allowing you to walk out. You went on, looking briefly over your shoulder back to him.

Unable to hide the fact you still much desired him. Your plans of marrying him still present, never buried away. You entered the ballroom once more. You watched a few more dances with mama at your side. Then there was a sudden announcement. Maken everyone hasten outside. The sky full dark now. Starless and cloudless. A blank canvas ready to be painted in with delights.

You neared the already standing crowd. Mama spotted Francesca going over to her. Not far from her you noticed Enola. Getting on the tips of your toes, you couldn’t help but see if Tewkesbury was near her. A part of you hoping he wasn’t. Your brothers were coming outside too, laughing loud. Colin holding a little sack in his hands. Probably the coins he had won with gambling.

They were getting behind some people to wait for what was to come. Setting your heels back down, you felt a presence near your right. Slowly letting your gaze go to your right to see who it was. Your heart leaped, expression softening when he stood beside you. Tewkesbury. Staring right back at you. Half a smile on his lips.

A whistle went off followed by a loud blow. It startled you and Tewkesbury as the night sky busted with colours. First a bright red. Then a bright blue. Tewkesbury and you looked up to the sky as the fireworks exploded. Bright yellow, green and red filled the night sky. Colours popping in the air. People were pointing and reacting startled with laughter.

You were amazed by the colours, watching them with excitement. A gentle nudge against your knuckles made you dim your enthusiasm. Trying to figure out what it was doing to you. Another nudge against the back of your hand. Pressing gently against your hand. A tingle went up your spine as you continued to watch the fireworks.

Slowly turning your palm and stretching your fingers out. Fingers glided over yours as they caught your hand. Another firework popped as the green colours reflected on your faces. Two hands intertwined for no one to see. Standing together in a heaven of bright colours.

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[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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[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".

[milfloveer]

Proof of love ♡

Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

Prompt: After y/n gets a little stressed about her and Sherlock's relation and— Well, Sherlock shows her how he really loves her ;)

Warnings: smut 18+ minors DNI, age gap (reader is in their 20s and Sherlock in his 30s), p in v, unprotected sex, fluff, creampie

A/n: I need Sherlock in my life so badly 😩

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Sherlock and I just arrived home after attending a high society party so we could unfold more information about this recent case. Enola and Tewkesbury were there too, the first working on her case as well and the later was there on work behalf as he is a Lord and has his duties as one.

Enola was clearly bothered with all the feminine attention Lord Tewkesbury was given. I couldn't censure her as I was feeling the same towards Sherlock and all those ladies around him asking for a dance, their hands all over my man. Enola and I just rolled our eyes and focused on our cases ignoring each woman who approached the men.

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Sherlock opened the door to his apartment and we walked in, I was clearly frustrated and it didn't slip Sherlock's gaze "You alright, darling?" he asks tenderly and cautiously.

I turn to him and see his concern "Yes, love, everything's alright." I say, even though I was lying. Those interactions all night long made me feel easily discarded and replaced.

Sherlock and I relationship was somewhat recent, we were only together for half a year and yet none of us dared to say those three simple words.

I can say that I care for him deeply, I got really attached to his personality, behaviour, the manner he works and thinks, his papers all around his apartment in a perfectly messy way, the way he played the violin when wanted to relax and get lost for a moment.

I truly fell for this exquisite detective, but I didn't dare to say those words to his face as I was afraid he wasn't feeling what I was. So I kept it to myself until now.

Sherlock frowns and follows me to our shared room "Darling, I know you and I can tell something is up." he says with concern in his voice as I try to unzip my dress, ending to ask him for help on it. He gladly does "Please talk to me." his voice wavering a bit making me look at him worriedly.

I sigh seeing his saddened face as I've never seen him like this. Getting closer to him I lay my hands, one on each side of his face and look deep into his eyes with tenderness "It is nothing important of concern, honey." I say softly, trying to brush it off.

But then again, Sherlock Holmes wouldn't be Sherlock Holmes without discovering the truth "It is concerning you and if it is concerning you, it is concerning me." he says pointing between us as he talks "Please, don't leave me in the dark, dove." he says while holding my gaze and I gave in and told him everything I was feeling at the party and when all the female attention is on him, how replaceable I feel, how dischargeable, how ridiculous.

I was now sitting at the end of our bed with my head hanging as my eyes freely released tears while looking at our hands interlocked on my lap "Oh, dear, why haven't you talked about this with me?" he asks caringly, I sniff and he brings his index finger and thumb to my chin, lifting it so I could look into those blue pools "I didn't want to overreact." I say barely above a whisper, he smiles softly "It's not overreacting dear and I assure you here that I have only eyes for you, my beautiful girl." he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, caressing my cheek afterwards and cleaning the remaining of my tears with his thumb.

"Prove it then." I blurt out shocking myself with my boldness, but nonetheless Sherlock chuckles darkly making me shiver "With pleasure, darling." he says as he leans over me making me lay down on the mattress behind me.

Now hovering over me he caresses my sides teasingly as his lips brush mine. No words were said as he connects strongly and lovingly his lips to mine eliciting a moan from me. He starts lowering his hands as his lips move to my neck and collarbone, teasing and marking all the soft spots.

I was already on my undergarments making me start to take off his clothes as he's still fully clothed, first his jacket, then his tie and vest, his shirt and belt were now off and he pulled down his pants discharging them somewhere in the room.

"Please, I need you." I say tugging at the waistband of his underwear, he chuckles "Eager are we?" he asks making me flush as I nod. He frees himself as I take off of me the remains of my underwear.

Now both fully naked we scan each others body "You're so beautiful." he growls caressing my side with his fingertips before capturing my lips while aligning himself with my entrance. As he enters me my mouth falls open and a moan echoes through the room "Oh dear." he says against my ear, his arms each on either side of my body, his hands behind my back, flat on my shoulder blades as he moves lovingly in and out of me.

My legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer as my nails dig into his back certainly leaving some scratches over it. Both breathing heavily and moaning into each other's ears; I love this man so much.

Sherlock speeds up his pace hitting a wonderful spot inside me over and over "Yes, honey, don't stop!" I say gasping sensing the tension building up each time he pounds into me. He then gets on his knees bringing my legs up to rest on his shoulders, I cry out in pleasure as he groans pounding strongly "I'm so close, Sherlock." I say, my legs start to tremble with the feeling.

With a few more pushes and I'm taken over the edge, Sherlock following, spilling his seed into me "Ah, Sherlock!" I say pushing him down and kissing his lips eagerly and then softly. As he pulls away he brushes against my lips, whispering "I love you." I froze and look up at him "What?" I breathe out starstruck about his confession, his eyes widen as he realized he just confessed his feelings for me out loud.

I bring my hand to his cheek and caress it, I smile before letting out a soft chuckle as my eyes fill with happy tears. I lift my head so I could reach his slightly trembling lips and close the gap, the kiss is slow, tender and filled with love, as we were telling without words 'I love you'.

Slightly I pull away and whisper against his lips "I love you too." his eyes widen slightly hearing the words slip like honey from my mouth making me smile lovingly at the man still above me.

[heliads]

Hi! If that's okay could i request Tewksbury x gn!reader?

You know that scene where Enola takes him to her room to talk about what she discovered? That scene with reader instead except they don't get attacked by the police and he ends up staying the night, nothing nsfw just fluff! And maybe he or they confess? And could you add the one bed troupe? Ty!!

Your choice of a scenario or headcanons, whatever you're more comfortable with! :)

honestly thank you so much for the choice of scenario or headcanons i appreciate the opportunity to have less of a workload, as a reward you get a full length fic

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After all these days of searching, you think you’ve managed to find him at last. You and Enola have been worried sick about what could have happened to the Viscount of Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether, Owner of Far Too Many Titles for quite some time now, so even the sight of what could be familiar brown tousled hair across a crowded city square fills you with a rush of relief.

He’s alright, that’s what matters most. You can catch the barest flickers of his smile from where you stand. Scores of people weave in between the two of you, but the distance is slowly shrinking. You didn’t expect to miss him quite as much as you did when you first parted ways, but for some reason the thought that you’ll be able to see him again is enough to make you smile like a giddy fool.

In a way, you are. Judging by all the nasty business with Linthorn and the people trying to follow you, you were worried that leaving Tewkesbury behind had been a mistake. What would you have done if that man with the bowler hat from the train had caught up to him? The consequences are more severe than you care to think about, yet here you are, finding Tewkesbury at last.

He doesn’t know you’re here, not yet. You’re still doing your best to remain unnoticed. You and Enola are getting more paranoid by the hour, a practice which has only served to keep the two of you alive and mostly out of trouble. You’re being tracked by Linthorn and his men, of that you have no doubt, but what matters most right now is getting to Tewkesbury before they can.

That’s why Enola is currently on another side of the city, doing her best to distract anyone trying to find you. She’s also hoping to locate Tewkesbury yourself if you couldn’t manage it, although you have to admit that you feel very pleased to be the one who’s found him first.

You hurry across the town square, ducking obliviously around throngs of people and charging coaches to make it over to him. Tewkesbury is helming a small flower stand, and, judging by the empty spots in the vases lining his table, he’s making his fortune quite easily. 

That might be due in part to the easy smiles he’s giving out like extra change to any passersby. In fact, the customer currently purchasing a bouquet is looking at Tewkesbury as if she’d rather like to buy him, too, just for the thrill of propping him up in her house for a good stare or two. For some reason, the way that the girl keeps eyeing him makes a knot twist in your stomach, some deep unhappiness that only allows itself to be known through no uncertain pressure.

Just when you fear you may be swept away on the tide of what is definitely not jealousy, Tewkesbury looks up and sees you. Instantly, any thoughts of the girl in front of him, if they even existed in the first place, vanish from his face. It becomes clear that he must have been faking a good temper before, because the sheer joy on his face is infinitely better what he’d been displaying just a few minutes ago.

Evidently picking up on the fact that she’s no longer remotely on Tewkesbury’s mind, the flirtatious customer sighs in irritation and leaves. You don’t even think Tewkesbury noticed, he’s beaming ear to ear as you hurry up to him.

“Y/N!” He says, absolutely delighted. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again.”

You laugh. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint.”

“No,” Tewkesbury hurries to assure you, “not disappointed in the slightest. Really, I couldn’t be happier. What’s going on? How did you find me?”

“It’s not just me who’s been trying to find you,” you relate, “I think I’m being followed. Most likely you are too. There’s some man out there who’s been trying to find you. Enola and I split up so we could try to get to you first before anything happened. I’m glad I found you.”

“I’m glad you found me, too,” Tewkesbury says, then hurries to straighten some already pristine display on his stand before you can notice the blush rising to his cheeks.

You allow him a moment or two to collect himself, then continue on. “We’ve found out a lot since we saw you last. Do you know anywhere we could talk without being overheard? Sorry for being nervous, it’s just that I’d rather not have anyone know we were here.”

Tewkesbury nods, a faint grin on his face. “What, are you worried about getting into a fight?”

You blow out a tired breath. “You’d be surprised.”

His face turns awestruck. “You’ve been in a fight?”

“Yeah,” you say, glancing across the street to see if you spot Linthorn, “in trying to protect you, too. You’ll be pleased to know that I won.”

When you turn back to Tewkesbury, he’s regarding you with a charmed look, like he could listen to you talk for hours on end and never tire of it. Something tells you that the thought of you choosing his side over safety or anything else means more to him than Tewkesbury could possibly put into words.

Whatever he’s thinking, though, neither of you are quite brave enough to express it at the moment. Tewkesbury clears his throat and gestures towards the street.

“I have a place not far from here where we should be fine to talk. Just let me close up shop and we should be good to go.”

You watch him work with a smile. “You know, I do have to admit that it’s cool that you did all this. You know, you were able to set up your own store in Covent Garden and all that. Not bad for a boy on the run.”

Tewkesbury straightens up with an amused look. “Is that a compliment? I think I’m touched.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t hide a grin. “You’re allowed to have them every now and then. I’m not Enola, I can refrain from sarcasm once in a while.”

“I’m well aware that you’re not Enola,” he says, and for some reason you get the feeling that he’s very appreciative of the fact, too. It makes a flush of heat spiral up your cheeks until you have to look away to get your bearings once again.

Tewkesbury leads you through the busy streets until he comes to a stop in front of a locked door.

“This is my place,” he says by way of explanation, “I had to do a fair amount of convincing so the owner would even allow me to let the room, but it’s not too bad. It means no one is trying to follow me, at least. Well, except you.”

You laugh. “Thanks for the clarification.”

Tewkesbury chuckles and leads you upstairs. You can see a hallway with many similar doors stretching out into what feels like an endless abyss of rooms, but Tewkesbury seems to know the way to his flat like the back of his hand. Soon enough, he’s locking the door behind you, and the two of you are alone at last. You were together like this in the marketplace, but for some reason, it’s different now that no one else can see you.

Tewkesbury gestures for you to take a seat and settles into a chair opposite you. “So?” He asks, always curious, “what’s been going on?”

You let out a frustrated breath. “Everything. Enola and I have been running ourselves ragged trying to keep up with Linthorn and your family. Honestly, we were worried sick that we wouldn’t be able to find you in time. We agreed to meet up tomorrow morning, hopefully with you in tow.”

“At least we have a destination for tomorrow,” Tewkesbury muses. “And a plan, I hope?”

You nod. “The barest scrap of one, but it does for now. What, will you be sad to leave your flower stand?”

“A little,” he admits, “it was nice to pretend that I could have a life as simple as that, but I knew it was only temporary. Still, I get the feeling I’ll have reasons to enjoy my future anyway, with or without selling flowers in Covent Garden.”

Again, you get that feeling that he’s hinting towards more than he could ever say. You quickly steer the conversation back towards safer shores, like the fact that there’s at least one man out there trying to kill both of you, and slowly you’re able to fight back the wave of heat that’s currently dusting your cheeks.

It’s easy to spend time with Tewkesbury. You forgot about that in the time since you’ve last seen him, but it’s true. Before you know it, the dangerous topics of Tewkesbury’s family and Linthorn’s plotting are left far behind. You and Tewkesbury laugh until your ribs are sore, trading jokes like you’ve known each other all your lives instead of just a short matter of time. He is fascinating to speak to, host to knowledge you’d never guess at in your entire life. 

At the same time, you seem to hold his attention in the palm of your hand like a flightless bird, never to soar away. Every time you open your mouth to voice a single syllable, Tewkesbury looks at you with his heart in his eyes, totally captivated by you. It’s enough to make anyone feel important, and you are certainly no exception.

Before you know it, you’re fighting back a yawn in between another tangent of conversation. You do your best to hide the sudden bout of exhaustion that’s flung itself upon you, but Tewkesbury notices you. Always the eagle eye when it comes to spotting details about you, right? It’s as if he can only ever look at you, so he might as well do it right.

Tewkesbury glances at the window behind him and his face transfigures with surprise. “My goodness, it’s already so late. I had no idea.”

Sure enough, when you glance through the leaded panes, you notice that the streets outside have already succumbed to night. Darkness has fallen upon the town, pierced consistently by the even light of lanterns lining the streets.

You curse under your breath. You hadn’t meant to stay this long, but then again, if you were to do it all again, you have a feeling you’d repeat this afternoon exactly the same way. You haven’t felt half so light or free as when you’re talking with Tewkesbury. He makes you feel as if nothing in the world could ever trouble you, and when you have as many problems as you do right now, that’s certainly something worth your time.

Still, even the best of evenings have to end at some point, and the moon rising over the horizon acts as your timepiece for the night, signaling that you’re going to have to call off your happiness for the time being.

“I’d better head out,” you say, rising to your feet, “I’ll come back in the morning, we can go meet Enola. It’s just not safe for you to keep up your life here, not until we figure out Linthorn.”

Tewkesbury jerks into a standing position as well. “Wait, you can’t go out there by yourself, it’s pitch black. I’ll walk with you.”

You shake your head. “Then you’d be coming back here in the dead of night. Linthorn’s out there somewhere on the lookout for you, it would be too dangerous. I have to go by myself.”

Tewkesbury refuses to take no for an answer. “Then stay here. If I can’t go with you, you can’t walk these streets after dark on your own. I have space, you can stay the night.”

You hesitate, wavering on the edge of what you truly want and what surely must be done. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Well, I can’t ask you to keep helping me stay safe from Linthorn, and you do it anyway,” Tewkesbury reasons, “Look, it’s no big deal at all. I promise.”

You cave at last. “Alright. I am rather tired.”

Tewkesbury grins, thrilling over his victory. He looks around to offer you a place to sleep, and that’s when the two of you reach an insurmountable problem at the exact same time. When Tewkesbury found this place, he was only thinking that he’d be host to himself. For this reason, there’s only one bed, and for this reason, the fact that you’re going to be here too creates many, many difficulties.

“I’ll sleep in the armchair,” you say quickly. “It looks quite comfortable.”

Tewkesbury scoffs. “That’s a lie and you know it. You take the bed, I’ll be in the armchair.”

“I’m not kicking you out of your own bed,” you argue.

“And I’m not forcing you to stay here overnight just to delegate you to the chair,” Tewkesbury replies just as quickly, “Take the bed.”

“You take the bed,” you quarrel.

“We can both take the bed,” Tewkesbury says in a rush, and both of you try to pretend as if that declaration isn’t somehow both the most perfect solution and also the most terrifying option that could possibly come out of this debate.

Not one to show any sign of weakness, you nod before Tewkesbury can take it back. “Alright. It’s big enough for the two of us. It’ll be fine.”

“Very fine,” Tewkesbury adds, although you notice that he does look a bit panicked at the thought.

The two of you have gone and committed to the idea now, though, so it’s not like there’s anything you can do about it. You dress for sleep and crawl into the bed, Tewkesbury on the other side. It was definitely meant for one person, which is made clear when both of your efforts to give each other as much space as possible result in you practically falling onto the ground.

At last, you sigh and give in to what must be done. You turn on your side to face Tewkesbury and stretch out an arm to reach out to him. He stiffens at first, then turns over as well. Your head fits perfectly against his chest, and when his arm wraps around you, you wonder why either of you ever tried anything else. It’s as if you’re two halves of one being, always meant to be here together. The thought of ever getting up and splitting away from him feels like a strike through the heart.

Tewkesbury speaks quietly against the top of your head. “I’m glad you’re here. Really glad.”

You smile. “I’m glad too.”

It is easy to sleep after that, regardless of the fact that there’s a stranger out in the city who wishes for the quick death of both of you. Right here, nestled in Tewkesbury’s arms, the thought of danger has never even occurred to you. No safety net has ever been woven of stronger stuff. The stars wheel in the sky overhead and the two of you sleep soundly, brows smoothed of worry. All is well.

requested by @dexpairs-blog, i hope you enjoy!

enola holmes tag list: empty for now!

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omg?? yoo can i request a tewkesbury x reader where he has to meet up with some other ladies bc of obligation even tho he likes the reader alot?? ty!!

Of course! I didn’t know if you meant he met up with girls for like an arranged marriage or what but that’s what I did it as… I hope you like it!!

Only her - Viscount Tewkesbury x Reader

Y/n and Tewkesbury have been best friends since they had met by their dear friend Enola. They both just so happened to be in the same cabin as Enola well, he was in a bag on the shelves above y/n. The three quickly became close y/n and Tewksbury in a different light but both were too daft to see their obvious love for each other, Enola however saw right through the two.

After the three were able to solve who the killer of Tewksburys father and attempted murder of he himself, they all separated but y/n made sure to visit him and he the same but the two never revealed their true feelings for eachother. Months later y/n was reading the newspaper and happened to come across an article about the boy.

It read

“ Sir Viscount Tewksbury, Marquess of Basilwether is in search of a spouse, who will be the lucky lady that wins the handsome lords heart?”

This made y/ns heart stop for a second, she knew the boy didn’t feel for her what she felt for him. But did he really feel nothing at all? Tewkesbury on the other hand was troubled as well. He hadn’t told anyone about his feelings for the (y/h/c) haired girl, but he knew his title wouldn’t approve of a lady of y/ns nature. Not that he cared for his title, it was a big part of his life, and his mothers. He’d hate to tarnish the image his family had built overtime, so he agreed.

Over the months y/n had come back in contact with Enola. She of course knew of the situation as she made sure to keep an eye out for her two only and best friends. “I feel horrible, like fours he really feel nothing for me?” Y/n said sitting upside down on the couch beside enola. Enola wasn’t very good with emotional things so she focused on the facts “Tewkesbury is a nincompoop, he sees himself as a man of his word when he candle face put to his feelings.” She said. Y/n looked at the girl in wonder “what feelings? He’s out looking for a spouse, and it’s been months! Who knows he probably has one picked out” she cried. Enola just sighed at her friend.

Tewkesbury was standing in his bedroom looking out the window at the well trimmed hedges, and she freshly cut grass having an hard time getting his mind off of y/n… none of the lady’s he had met had quite caught his eye, not like y/n did. They didn’t have those witty remarks, or they wouldnt talk unless spoken too, they were all the same. None stuck out, it was at that moment standing in his room had he decided to confess his love to his mother, and the world.

At dinner he built up the courage to ask his mother to talk, she accepted of course. “ mum, I’d like to tell you something.” He said looking at his hands. “Sure, anything” she replied as she sat down her utensils and gave her full attention to her son. “I’ve made my decision, on the one I want to marry” he said now looking his mother in the eye. Her eyes lit up as she asked which lovely lady he had chosen to court. “ you remember y/n right? The one who helped save my life?” He asked. As if her smile couldn’t brighten anymore it did. “Of course I remember who saved my sons life. Is she the one?” She asked with a slight smirk at the end. Tewkesbury blushed at this and stuttered “y-yes, but only if she agrees” he stated. His mother beamed “I am very pleased with your choice, we’ll send out a word in the morning confirming your choice.”

The very next day a news article had been sent out all around London

“ Sir Viscount Tewksbury, Marquess of Basilwether has made his decision. He reveals his love for a lady unlike any he’d ever met, and he hopes to see her face to face again soon, I wonder who the anonymous lady is, hopefully she is soon revealed.”

When y/n read this her heart shelters to the tiniest pieces, he had found a girl, and it wasn’t her. Her fear had came true as she dropped tears all over the newspaper. She knew the boy was now taken but she had to see him one more time.

She made her way to the court where she knew he’d be. When she arrived she was welcomed in and met by the very person she had come to see. Tewkesbury had saw her red eyes and his heart shattered at the thought of the girl he loved crying over anything. “Y/n? Are you alright?” He asked worried. The girl smiled the best she could and replied “yes, I’m alright. I just came to say congratulations on finding your wife, I do hope she knows how lucky she is.” She said with a smile that didn’t real. It may have to anyone else but him. “I’d actually been meaning to talk to you about that” he said. She tilted her head in confusion at him. He took that as his que to continue

“Yn ever since the day I met you in that train, I’ve felt this urge to always be near you. I don’t know if it’s th way you are able ti make me laugh, or you don’t care about what anyone says or just maybe the simple face that you are like no woman I have ever met. I don’t know but I know that I love you, and it would mean the world to me is you would do the honors of becoming my wife.” He said every word with so much emotion it bought more tears to y/ns eyes but good tears.

She didn’t say anything for a while and it made him nervous. “If you don’t it’s completely okay I’ll choose someo-“ he was cut off by y/n wrapping her arms around his neck and firmly pressing her lips to his. It took him a second before he kissed back. The kiss was filled with so much passion it sent fireworks through their bodies, his arms snaked around her waist and they both pulled away. “Soo I take that as a yes” Tewkesbury said breathlessly as she laugh and nodded her head looking into each others eyes deeply. A flash broke the two out of the trance and they both looked over to see Enola giving a thumbs up beside a man who was holding a camera. The two laughed as Enola ran up and congratulated both of them.

(An): Idrk how this is… I hope you like it I wrote it fairly quickly but I hope this is at least somewhat what you imagined, this is my first one for Tewkesburyso I don’t really have the feel of him yet but I will get it down pact I promise!! I imagined a different way this could have gone so let me know if you want me to write that one.

[myownworld2509]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 (Lord Tewkesbury x Reader) Masterlist.

Summary: Y/N is a beautiful girl from Avonlea who has never been satisfied with her peasant life and aspires to something more. After all her friends leave for the university, she stays behind to pursue her romance with Billy Andrews. At the same time, a naive and clumsy boy arrives in Avonlea who seems unfamiliar with his surroundings.

No one imagines that this is the Marquis of Basilwether who fled his home to be free and away from those who want to kill him!

For her part, Y/N has no interest in her new arrival, but Tewkesbury is captivated by the girl's strength and charisma to the point that he will do everything to win her over. Meanwhile, in London, Sherlock Holmes is entrusted with the case of the missing marquis, which he will solve with the help of his cunning little sister.

Note: This is an AU where Tewkesbury does not meet Enola on the train but instead takes a boat direct to Prince Edward Island, where this story will have a crossover with Anne with an E.

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Chapter 1:

Summary: The young Marquis of Basilwether flees from those who want to assassinate him; he manages to take the train, but after a confrontation with a hitman, he boards a ship that takes him to a land beyond his imagination: Prince Edward Island.

[book-place]

Chocolate

Warnings: slight violence, bruises, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Tewksbury x sister reader, Enola Holmes x reader platonic

Request: Anon

Request by: Hiii! I saw ur requests for enola Holmes was open! I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for being Tewkesbury's younger sister and going along with him and Enola and Enola constantly trying to turn you into a mini her and her and Tewkesbury being rlly overprotective, dw if not!

*not my gif*

Summary: You learn multiple things while Enola is tasked with watching over you

A/N: I’ll probably make more fics going off of this beacuse I just love the concept so much!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“First thing you need to know, Y/n,” Enola announced, glancing over her shoulder briefly to make sure you were still behind her, “Is that you should never let a man do what you are perfectly capable of doing yourself.”

She gestured to a man opening a door for a lady in a nearby shop, “Not only is it dehumanizing,” she continued, “But downright pathetic.”

You nodded your head along with her, barely even understanding the words coming out of her mouth, but clinging onto them like a lifeline nonetheless.

Normally, your elder brother, Tewksbury, would be the one walking you home from lessons, but his meeting was running a few minutes late so he asked Enola to do it for him.

She had gladly agreed, not having anything else to do for the day, but also wanting to spend more time with you.

Since you were so young, about six years old, you were never able to keep up with her intelligent conversations, which she was quick to learn, and dialed it down to the best of her ability. But she also genuinely enjoyed your company, and not only for the fact that you actually listened to what she said, unlike most people.

And as she was picking you up not long before, she got to thinking about all the life lessons she could teach you, like her mother did for her. Lessons that she was quite certain Tewksbury was too much of an idiot to teach you himself. So, she began rattling off a list of things she thought you ought to know.

“Secondly,” She reached her hand behind her for you to take as you got to a more crowded part of town, which you gladly did and squeezed it to the best of your ability, “Always be prepared, no matter what. Even if you are simply going on a trip to the market.”

She pulled out a pencil and a paper from her pocket and displayed it in front of you, showcasing what she would need if a case ever suddenly came up.

Your brother had told you thrilling stories of what she did as a detective, making her out to be nothing less than a superhero in your eyes, which was why you were so excited to be spending some time with her.

“Do you understand?” She asked, to which you nodded your head vigorously.

Enola continued her ranting as you both weaved in and out between people, ignoring the glares that adults were giving you, the two children girls who ought to know better than to be running around alone without an elder brother or father in company.

When she came to a stop, it was in front of a small sweets stand on the corner of the street and she paused her speech as well, “Would you like something?” She asked.

A small squeal left your lips as you jumped up and down excitedly, nodding as fast as your head would let you.

A faint smile ghosted her face as she turned away from you to face the shop owner, and you spun around as you looked at everything around you in wonder. You had never been to this part of London before.

Without really meaning to, you had begun floating towards one of the other stands, one that had all different kinds and colors of fabric, easily catching your young and eager eye.

Your lips parted slightly as you slowly reached a hand out and ran your fingers over the smooth silk of a red fabric that hung proudly on display, only for another figure to harshly slap you away.

With wide eyes that had already begun to fill with tears, you stumbled back slightly and cradled your stinging hand to your chest.

“Oi,” The shop owner was an intimidating looking man with a cold glare glued to his face, “You think you can try to steal from me? Why you little brat-“

All you could do was watch, paralyzed in fear as he raised his hand once more, this time looking as if his aim was towards your face.

Right before he could swing his open palm towards you though, his hand was the one being harshly slapped away, and an angry looking Enola stepped in front of you protectively, a glare set on her face that would be enough to put the man six feet under.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” She hissed at him dangerously.

The man had a look of surprise on his face as he stuttered out, “Why- that little- she’s a thief- and-“

“Perhaps,” Enola interrupted him coldly, “You should spend more time worrying about actual thieves, and less time on some curious little girl.”

Before he could even open his mouth to rebuttal, she had swung around on her heel and gently took your hand in hers once more, and marched away with her head held high.

You trailed after her like a lost puppy until the two of you were a good distance away, and she paused, swinging around and crouching down to get a good look at you.

“He didn’t hurt you too badly, did he?” She asked, scanning your body for any injury.

You shook your head back and forth, the pain in your hand had turned into nothing but a slight ache at that point.

“Well,” She spoke, standing up straight, “You pay him no mind, Y/n. He doesn’t deserve your attention.”

She then held her arm out and handed you the chocolate she had bought for you, causing your eyes to light up.

A small chuckle left her lips as she watched you excitedly try the candy, and the way you hurriedly took another bite afterwards.

“Come on,” She said softly, taking your other hand, “Let us go meet your brother, we’re late anyway.”

By the time you made it back home, your brother was pacing behind the door, only to come to a sudden halt when the two of you walked in.

“Where have you been?” He cried, “You're late! I was about to call the police and-“

He stopped when he saw you happily chewing away at some chocolate.

“We made a quick pit stop,” Enola explained calmly, moving right by the boy and plopping down on the couch, you quickly scrambling to do the same.

“And Enola saved me from the mean man!” You cheered, already emerged in your treat once more.

Tewksbury froze at your words, “Mean man?” His words were rushed and stern, a sign that he was worried, “What mean man?”

You stuck out your arm to show off the bruise that had formed on your hand, and your brother could have fainted right then and there.

“What is that?” He gently took your smaller hand in his own and observed it, “What happened?”

“Enola is a superhero!” You cheered, completely oblivious to your brother's frantic state, “The man thought I was stealing so he hit me, but Enola saved the day!”

His eyes quickly flitted over to the girl for confirmation, who nodded her head once while leaning back on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest.

He sighed slightly in relief when he saw that you weren’t badly injured, “Well thank god for Enola, then.”

Tewksbury sent her an appreciative smile, to which she nodded her head once again in return.

You smiled widely, sticking out your arm holding your candy in between the two of them, “Chocolate?” You offered.

He couldn’t help but smile, reaching down and ruffling your hair slightly with a small laugh.

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What I would wear if I wear to marry Sherlock Holmes…

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(Also I tried to find historically appropriate attire but I love this dress and it’s made up)

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Enola: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Y/n: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Tewkesbury: In that case, we're definitely lost.

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The moment I knew // part 8 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

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Summary: During a ball sneaks Tewkesbury his presence more onto you. Almost desperate to be near you. Even so desperate he calls upon your house yet he isn't the only one. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3& part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 9 ]

Candles were dazzling in the bright room. The walls warmed with the comfort of people. The ton bustled together in a room of delight. Chattering chippering up yet not too loud for the music to be overwhelmed. In a corner was the orchestra. The piano forte, violins, cello’s, enough to make the room dance. In the centre ladies and gents were waltzing. Graceful and delicately.

Each in their own world of slowly falling in love or hoping to be. Benedict appeared from between the crowd holding two lemonade glasses up so they wouldn’t get knocked over. He approached with a heavy exhale. Francesca and you turned more towards him. – “Your drinks sisters.” – he said lowering his hands to offer the glasses. Francesca and you took yours.

Benedict joined Colin’s side behind the two of you. Colin looked at Benedict half disappointed. – “What about me dear brother?” – he asked with pouted lips. – “Go fetch it yourself!” – Benedict replied with a sneer. Colin raised his eyebrows playfully at you when you had turned around to listen in to their conversation. – “I’ll fetch mine all by myself than.” – he exaggerated making Benedict roll his eyes.

The dancers came to a stop as the dance had ended. The room emptied as the orchestra began their next song. The first few notes shot up like a rush. Playful tunes that made you supress a squeal out of excitement. You hastily pushed your glass in Colin’s hands. Startled he nearly spilled some lemonade on his gloves.

“Y/n!” – he groaned out as you grabbed Benedict’s wrist. – “Come brother dance with me!” – you called out. Benedict got pulled with you swept amongst the crowd of joining the dance. Francesca came standing at Colin’s side. – “Now you have your drink.” – she said before taking a serious sip. You came to a stop as Benedict nearly stumbled. You positioned him before you and dove right into the dance that had already begun.

Benedict was a bit slower watching those beside him to what he needed to do. He held his hands up as you clapped your hand against his diagonally. You then clasped your hands together and spun around. Benedict started to catch on clapping his hands against yours at the same time making you laugh. You heard laughter from all around you as this dance was not so stiff.

A pleasant folklore dance with lot’s of spins, hops and fun. Tewkesbury’s eyes widened seeing you amidst them dance with your brother. He knew what kind of dance it was. Gulping nervously he very much wanted to join. Looking quickly around he grabbed the first girl’s wrist he saw near him and pulled her without a word into the dance. He forced his way to be beside you.

The couple that were already dancing near you got stopped in their movement, leaving them confused for a brief moment. They cleared the way as Tewkesbury dove right into the dance. He took the girl’s hands facing your back as he followed the dancers go in a circle forwards.

“What an honour my lord.” – the girl said breathlessly. – “Quiet!” – Tewkesbury said to her trying to focus on you. They came to a stop, changed hands and went back the other way. You furrowed your brows looking at the suspicious back of the person hopping before you. – “Is that?” – you muttered before Benedict pulled you to a halt. Clapping your hands against his again. Benedict let you spin under his arm. Benedict then walked over to you to come at your side.

Tewkesbury’s eyes widened as he hastened himself at your side. Taking your hand before the girl he was with could do so. Feeling the sudden warm grip on your hand made you look up. – “My …” – you wanted to address his presence but got pulled to the centre by your brother and Tewkesbury. Each holding your hands as you had formed a circle with the other dancers. Coming together in the middle to then part back to a full circle.

In a confused haze they pulled at you needing you to follow the direction they were going. The full circle going to the left. There was a brief pause before you were pulled in the other direction. There was another stop as you stood lost when Tewkesbury stood before your brother and you before the girl he danced with. – “What are you doing?” – Benedict shout-whispered, clapping his hands against Tewkesbury’s. – “May I dance with your sister?” – Tewkesbury asked before taking a spin as did Benedict.

You and the girl did the steps in silence and confused as to why you were suddenly dancing with each other. – “Please.” – Tewkesbury pleaded as Benedict sighed deep. Tewkesbury took it as an agreement turning his posture away from Benedict and giving the girl a gentle nudge to get her out of the way. You took each other’s hands hopping to the side and back. 

You watched Benedict leave the dance returning to your siblings. – “You scared my brother away.” – you teased. – “I asked.” – Tewkesbury responded taking you by the waist. You did the same twirling around with him. – “This is more fun isn’t it?” – he said. – “I’ll decide that.” – you responded trying to supress a smile. Tewkesbury saw the mischief in your eyes knowing you weren’t serious.

He let you twirl under his arm before he pressed his hand on your back and pulled you to his chest. He was a bit too eager making you fall against his chest, needed to have pressed your hand to escape a hard bump. – “Where’s your partner?” – you asked glancing to the side. Tewkesbury pulled you back in by your chin, wanting you to look at him. – “Right here.” – he whispered making you look bashful away. – “Don’t be silly.” – you slapped him against his chest. Tewkesbury took a hold of you dancing around with you. Hastened and energetic that you were out of breath. The music slowed, fading out as the two of you were panting.

Tewkesbury bowed before you as you took a hold of your dress and curtsied. The two of you moved to the side allowing other dancers to join the next dance. – “May I see your hand?” – Tewkesbury asked. – “Wha--- why?” – you responded confused. Cheeks flushed from the heat. – “May I see it?” – he pressed on. You moved your hand up with a taunting smile. Your dance card dangled on the cord around your wrist. – “Perfect.” – He mumbled pulling at the  cord. – “Hey!” – you called out as it snapped, dance card now in his hands. – “That’s mine!” – you called out wanting to grab for it. Yet he was faster pulling it back out of your reach. – “I’ll keep this.” – he showed you the card with a smirk.

“If you think you are being charming, you are wrong silly boy.” – you answered crossing your arms. Tewkesbury shrugged his shoulders. – “You can have it back when I’ve claimed all my dances.” – he replied finding it cute how angry you were trying to look. – “You see it has my name on it.” – he continued as you puffed loud. – “Where? I don’t see your name.” – you said tauntingly back looking closer at your dance card just for the dramatics. – “Right here.” – he began moving his gloved finger down your entire card. – “Tewkesbury.” – he spoke slowly as his finger went down.

“It’s in invisible ink.” – he added jokingly.  You punched him in the armpit just to stop him from laughing at his own smoothness. – “Au!” – he called out, rubbing the pain area. You stuck your tongue out to him as Tewkesbury did the same just to play with you. He dangled your dance card happily up to tease you even more. – “Stealing girl’s dance cards are we now?” – you heard as Tewkesbury stiffened. He turned, dropping down into a bow at the presence of his grandmother. – “I…I was just…” – Tewkesbury began as his grandmother shushed him.

“Who are you girl?” – she asked narrowing her eyes at you. You dropped into a curtsy. – “Miss Y/n Bridgerton, My lady.” – you introduced yourself. She only hummed intrigued. – “I hope my grandson has his manners.” – she shot him a glare making him swallow nervously. You stepped up, coming a bit in between him and his grandmother. – “He has been more than polite, My lady. A dream as to say.” – you spoke to her. His grandmother hummed intriguingly again before taking her leave. Tewkesbury exhaled relieved once she had gone. The dance card was for your plucking as you took it from him. – “I’ll have this back now.” – you laughed out backing up.

Tewkesbury smiled widely following you trying to take it back from you. You kept backing up till you bumped against someone. It made you gasp, turning round quickly to apologize. – “Enola!” – you blurted out upon seeing it was her you had bumped into. She furrowed her brows. – “You know my name?” – she then looked beyond you putting on a smile to Tewkesbury. – “Viscount.” – she addressed as Tewkesbury smiled nervously back at her. Then the two dots connected. – “Ah you must be the girl.” - she spoke with a giggle at Tewkesbury.

“I can see why he likes you.” – she spoke as Tewkesbury was waving his arms across behind you. - “What was I not to say that?” – Enola said dumbfound just to tease him more. Tewkesbury slapped his palm against his face in agony. You looked back to Tewkesbury who nervously rubbed his hand to the back of his head. – “Y/n!” – you heard, drawing your attention away from him. Francesca appeared from between the crowd making her way over to you. She eyed Enola and Tewkesbury before coming to take you away from them.

You brushed past Tewkesbury letting your hand brush against his. His eyes slightly widened feeling the card being forced into his hand. He closed his hand keeping the dance card by him. Enola came at his side as they watched you leave. Tewkesbury opened his hand and held the dance card up. Letting it twirl in the air by it’s snapped cord. – “You are so in on her.” – Enola teased with a comforting pat on his shoulder. Tewkesbury looked from the dance card to where you had gone.

The next day you were in the Parlor with mama, Francesca, Hyacinth and Gregory. Your brothers had gone out. Just a boring midday. Mama was knitting. Francesca reading a book with less interest. Hyacinth and Gregory playing a game of cards. You sat near your sister, head laid back to stare bored at the ceiling. These calling hours could be so dreadfully boring someday. The time of the day where anyone without an invitation could announce themselves at the house.

Mama had let her calling card known with who would be at home. The door opened as it barely made any of you move. – “Is that how you all spend the day?” – your eyes widened at the voice of your sister. – “Daphne!” – Hyacinth shouted loud dropping her cards immediately. All of you jumped awake getting up to greet your sister. You were hugging her when the duke dropped in with Augie. Augie now at the age of three he held Simon’s hand.

“Ladies.” – Simon greeted. Hyacinth and Gregory rushed up to him to hug him. Simon let go of Augie’s hand and hugged them tightly back. Francesca picked Augie up to play with him. You hugged your sister tightly as you had missed her dearly. – “You must come more often.” – you told her. – “I know.” – Daphne responded giving you a tight squeeze.

Daphne took your hand and led you to the armchairs. – “Now you must tell me all.” – she spoke. – “There is not much to say.” – you told her. – “Now that is a lie.” – Francesca pitched in as Augie bounced on her knee. – “Is that so?” – Daphne asked intrigued. – “There’s this Viscount.” – Francesca went on. – “Viscount? What Viscount?” – Daphne wanted to know looking curiously and eagerly at you. – “It’s… it’s… not like that…” – you told her a bit unsure of what was happening between the two of you.

Would this simply grow into a friendship or was there room for more from both sides. To be honest Tewkesbury have been giving you mixed signals. All with the whole Enola thing going on. – “Then what is it like?” – Daphne wanted to know more. The door opened once more, this time the doorman entered. He cleared his throat before speaking. – “A visitor for Miss Y/n Bridgerton.” – he called out. – “Me?” – you said confused getting up. – “Well who is it?” – Daphne asked. The doorman cleared his throat again. – “He said Miss Y/n Bridgerton could guess.”

You already had a clue so you left the Parlor to head into the hallway. Your idea had been right. Tewkesbury stood by the door waiting for you. – “Miss Y/n.” – he spoke dropping into a bow. – “What are you doing here?” – you shout-whispered at him. Tewkesbury got startled a bit by the tone of your voice. – “I…I came for you.” – he said. – “My sister is inside.” – you told him a bit panicking. – “Francesca?” – he guessed. – “Daphne!” – you told him. – “I…I just wanted to see you.” – he responded as you kept looking frantically over your shoulder.

“I hope my grandmother had not scared you away.” – he asked when you gave him a gentle nudge back towards the door. You stopped furrowing your brows. – “I…you needn’t be frightened of her. She’s all bark but no bite.” – he told you taking a hold of your hand. – “I promise you.” – he continued as you got lost in his eyes.

Forgetting about your surroundings and only thinking of him. You were so deep into his eyes that you didn’t hear the door open. Till you heard a voice. – “You must be the Viscount?” – Daphne spoke. You jumped out of your skin, pushing Tewkesbury behind you.

“I am.” – Tewkesbury replied politely, moving a bit from behind you. – “And he is just leaving.” – you said pushing him back. – “Wha…no… no Miss Y/n.” – Tewkesbury whispered at you holding you by your wrist as you pushed him back. – “Come back another time.” – you whispered back to him. Desperate to get him away from Daphne yet he stood his ground, not moving quick enough. – “I still have your dance card.” – he whispered back making you look panicking over your shoulder.

Daphne watching the whole display. Tewkesbury holding you by the wrist trying to stay close as you tried to push him out of the house. She tilted her head with an intriguing hum. – “A cup of tea Viscount?” – Daphne called out. – “Yes!” – Tewkesbury called out letting go of you and stepping to the side. Daphne gestured to the Parlor. Tewkesbury went in as you followed behind. In the door opening plucked Daphne at your cheek with one of her glances. The one you feared the most. The one that stated that she knew more than you could see.

“The Viscount!” – Francesca pointed out teasingly. Simon turned his head looking the boy up and down. – “Isn’t it wonderful that he came to visit.” – Daphne said. Tewkesbury glanced over to you, catching your gaze. You held it still for a moment, for a longing moment where you stared into his eyes. Daphne looking between the two of you. – “Y/n tea!” – Francesca called out making you hum loud. You took your leave to set some tea.

Tewkesbury came to sit down in the armchair as Daphne had offered to him to sit. Both Simon and Gregory got up, coming to sit at each his side. Tewkesbury swallowed nervously at the stare Simon was giving him. Gregory smiled rather teasingly at him yet it uneased him a bit. – “You were at the opera.” – Gregory stated. – “I…I was…” – he replied. You returned to give him his tea. Taking a seat by your sisters across from him.

Tewkesbury drank his tea nervously hoping his hands weren’t shaking too much. – “Are you nervous boy?” – Simon asked. – “Simon!” – Daphne hissed at him for trying to intimidate him. Tewkesbury nearly spilled some tea. – “No…no your grace.” – Tewkesbury answered. You smiled sheepishly at Tewkesbury feeling a bit embarrassed by your own family.

“He’s very handsome.” – Hyacinth sitting on the ground in front of him. Staring dreamingly at him. Tewkesbury smiled. – “If you do not marry him then I want to marry him.” – Hyacinth said to you. – “Hyacinth!” – you shout-whispered at her to stop embarrassing you. Francesca snorted loud. – “Alright I believe calling hours are ending.” – you had jumped up, wanting to end the attention on you. – “Are you perhaps feeling shy sister?” – Francesca asked as you slapped a pillow at her head.

You gestured for the door as Tewkesbury followed. In the hallway you waited with him as the doorman opened the door. – “Have a good day my lord.” – you told him pushing him a bit to the door. Tewkesbury stood in the door opening turning back to you. – “Your family is lovely… please do not fear mine.” – he said almost desperately. As if he wanted you to know his rather cold grandmother could do you no harm.

You leaned against the door with your head, curling up a smile. – “I am not afraid.” – you answered. Tewkesbury took your hand and kissed the back of your hand. – “Till our next meeting.” – he told you taking his leave with a bow. – “For that I cannot wait.” – you spoke out of reach for his ears, watching him get in the carriage.

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V. Tewkesbury | you love her better don't you?

Part 2 to you Love her better dont you? . Fluff, id saya theres a bit angst, like before enola is y/ns sister

@itsb3a

"Wake up" Said Sherlock.

You immediately woke up, well, not quite, you closed your eyes again. "No".

"Yes, wake up, enola's here" Sherlock said. "What the hell? What? Wait what? " You opened your eyes slowly, feeling it burn.

"Tell her I left at 10 and give her a riddle or something, I'm not a detective" You cozied up more to the sofa's pillow.

"Come on! " He forced you up, and there he was. Tewkesbury. "What? " You yawned. "Here" Tewkesbury gave you a glass of water.

"Mhm, thanks" You mumbled, and took the glass of water. "Come on, we can't have you moping around all day follow me" Enola said taking your hand.

"Are you mental? I won't walk around with this kind of dress, it's crazy" You were annoyed. Just wished they would just.. Give you time. Hell, Tewkesbury didn't even say sorry or something, not that he have to say anything.

"Of course I haven't, I brought you some clothes" Enola opened her bag. You were forced to wear it. It was a quite long dress, but it's more of an everyday use than.. The dress before.

"You look beautiful, y/n" Tewkesbury smiled, but you were... Pissed to say the least so, you mumbled a 'mhm'.

"Well, we'll be going now Sherlock" Enola said. "Goodbye! " You said, and gave a weak smile. Tewkesbury didn't know what to say but Enola took his hands and made him go out. Another reason to be pissed.

Aren't they just, in love? It's obvious at this point. And you were just there, helping enola, being hopelessly in love with someone who's probably in love with your sister.

"Y/n? " Tewkesbury asked. You gave him a 'mhm', again. "Well I uhm, I, nothing" He looked down.

The whole day was miserable. You became a third wheel. You wished that you just, closed your eyes at sherlocks place.

It was evening at Tewkesbury's place. The place was beautiful, yes, but the vibes.. It was not beautiful. Quite, but awkward quiet, not comfortable, cozy, warm quiet.

"Enola, I'm gonna go," You sighed and stood up after enola staring at the floor of half an hour and Tewkesbury opening his mouth and closing its every ten seconds.

"We have to do it, for bessie! " Enola stood up, walking to you. "Well I dont have to, you do, you're like Sherlock, I'm not, we're not alike! And I want to follow my dreams," You frowned, and going to the door. "Y/n it's cold-! " Tewkesbury said, but you didn't care, you got out.

You walked through the streets, wanting to sob, but also, you felt like you want to scream your lungs.

"Y/n wait! " Tewkesbury catched up to you. But, you walked faster, untill he grabbed your hand. "Please just, let me explain! " Tewkesbury said.

"There's nothing to explain, tewks, I get it anyways" You said, letting go of his hands. And you walked away. A part of you was greatful that he didn't call, but a bigger part of you wished he called you.

He did. "Y/n! ". You stopped walking, looking back, to him aalking towards you. " I don't like your sister, I like someone else! " Tewkesbury said.

"Oh my god Tewkesbury stop being a daft! Is it not obvious that 'enola's sister' apparently like you! I like you! " You pushed him. "Well, I like you too, you know, after we met on the train, you were so beautiful, delicate , and funny too! I just, I couldn't help but just.. Fell for you, I don't like you I love you" Tewksbury said it very loudly, and fast.

"Oh.. Tewks, i love you too" You smiled. You didn't believe it at first but, I mean is it that bad? You're in love with the guy. "So.. You know about people liking each other right? Y/n, do you want to be my girlfriend" Tewksbury said in a lower tone, quieter, and not looking into your eyes.

You don't know what to say 'yes! ' basic, 'of course' no.., 'I love you!' Is that even basic english? So you went for it, but you didn't say any words.

You kissed him, it was harsh. "I'm believing that's a yes? " Tewksbury laughed before giving another kiss, that is softer.

Like the first one, I hate this :/ I hope u like it though

[cinebration]

A Real Problem (Sherlock Holmes x gender neutral!Reader) [Request]

OK uh so.. I recently played a hidden object game called vermillion watch morgate accord. In which there was a gender neutral person called Y/N Hawkes and everyone called us young hawkes. We were also a famous owner slash detective of a firm called vermillion watch and in the bonus part, We had to stop Irene adler from blowing up the whole underground rail track of England, we approached, sherlock holmes but he refused for personal reasons which almost cost us our life? So now we hate him so could you do a Henry Cavil!sherlock x reader where enola goes to reader with Tewkesbury for shelter as after her mother and sherlock, she is inspired by young hawkes and their deadly adventures plus we live a little away from civilisation. Please! The reason why enola went to young hawkes is because she knows the rivalry between the two great and famous detectives and sherlock wouldn't even think to come there but he actually does? And let me also differentiate the kind of detectives they are. Sherlock takes normal, and those cases which can be done only by humans, whereas Young Hawkes takes cases which involves werewolves, Vampire, beasts and many world dominating cases?—Requested by @aura-nightingale

I worry that Sherlock is a little out of character for this. I kinda had to rush through it. I apologize if it isn’t as good as you hoped.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: mrcavill

Sherlock stared up at the façade of the inconspicuous building tucked between a tailor and a cobbler. Vermillion Watch, for that’s the sign declared it as, should not have been situated among a row of clothing-related businesses. It didn’t matter that Vermillion Watch fronted as a haberdashery; no one in the detective business—whether that be detectives themselves or potential clients—was fooled.

The establishment was a detective agency.

Sherlock despised that it took pains to disguise itself so feebly. Rumor on the streets all funneled to the place as one stuffed to bursting with secrets, its shadow darker, deeper, and longer across the cobblestones than its neighbors—a great squatting, portentous beast waiting for anyone to enter its maw. The establishment’s red theme only added to the notion of a bloody mouth eager to devour patrons.

Though he had heard of it before, Sherlock had never visited the place. Interacting with other detectives usually bored him, not least of all because they had nothing valuable to contribute and were mere pale imitations of his great genius. But the owner of Vermillion Watch earned even more of his disdain, when he cared to display it, for one reason alone: They hunted the supernatural.

Sherlock had been forced to acknowledge the existence of such creatures in the pursuit of answers to his normal cases. Though he knew them to be real, he established a clear delineation between him and the paranormal. He avoided any cases that carried even a faint whiff of the supernatural. He was a rational man with a logical mind beyond that of the norm; he would not deign to meddle in the irrationality that was the otherworldly.

What brought him to Vermillion Watch on a blustery autumn morning was not any case but his sister, of all things. She had absconded with that young viscount, Tewkesbury, for whatever reason—Sherlock did not really care to know, as Enola’s business was her own unless she laid it at his door—and had delivered him and herself to Vermillion Watch.

He was there to liberate her. Whether that was from the clutches of the Watch’s owner or from her own foolishness—for, despite her incredible intellect, she was still young and not as experienced in the world—it didn’t matter. He would leave with her firmly in hand.

It occurred to him as he pushed open the heavy door that he ought to have brought Mycroft, if only to set him on the owner as distraction while Sherlock retrieved Enola and her young viscount. His brother had enough disdain and vitriol—and experience conveying it to biting effect—that it would have been a pleasure to witness.

A bell above the door chimed, alerting the owner to Sherlock’s arrival. He let the door shut quietly behind him before striding further into the room. Like many of the buildings, the narrow façade did not indicate a small space for wares, merely one that wasn’t very wide across. It took him several seconds to cross the length of the business from the door to the reception desk at the far end.

You emerged from the curtained room beyond that, a pleasant smile on your face. You froze.

Sherlock nearly smiled in response to your abrupt stop. “Hawkes.”

Your lips pressed in a thin, dangerous slash across your face. “Holmes.”

“I assume you know what I’m here for.”

“Oh, you assume?”

“Where is Enola?” Sherlock shifted his attention over your shoulder, scanning the area for telltale signs of an answer.

“Enola?” You feigned puzzlement. “Oh, that would be your sister, wouldn’t it? Quite a firecracker, she is—not unlike me, I must admit. She fell so very far from the Holmes tree, didn’t she?”

Sherlock’s attention shifted back to you, a small frown creasing his chiseled features. “Is she or isn’t she here?”

“You are in my establishment, and as such, I am not obligated to answer such insolent questions.”

Sherlock smiled thinly. “Then you won’t mind me surveying your premises?”

He moved past you suddenly, moving his incredibly muscled bulk faster than he had any right to. You tried to step in his path, but he easily moved around you, slipping behind the heavy curtain concealing your real occupation.

The room was nigh claustrophobic with the sheer number of volumes and tomes stacked into as much available space as the backroom could afford. Sherlock’s gaze swept over the titles embossed on the books’ spines. All iterated on the theme of the occult, the supernatural, and the metaphysical. Shaking his head, he scrutinized the area for signs of Enola or the viscount, ignoring you as you stormed in after him and tried to insert yourself unsuccessfully time and again in his path.

“You don’t see me coming into your establishment,” you snapped, jabbing a finger at his thick chest.

“That would be because I have no establishment,” he muttered in response, cocking his head as he glanced at an uneven dust pattern beside a chair heaped with yellowing dailies. He moved toward it.

You forced yourself before him again, brandished a switchblade that appeared in your hands out of nowhere.

He paused, his eyes flicking between the blade and your determined expression. “What do you suppose to do with that?”

“Carve that pretty face of yours into scrimshaw, if I like.”

Sherlock shrugged. “I don’t require it much.”

Your expression faltered, lips pressing into a thin line. It wasn’t the response you were expecting, that much Sherlock could tell. You were trying to bait him into a fight, a reason for you to hurt him. Not that he expected you capable of inflicting much damage, not with the element of surprise missing.

You might be adept at hunting vampires and werewolves, felling them with your silver bullets and wooden stakes, but the law applied to you in terms of assaulting a flesh-and-blood human. Sherlock didn’t think you dense enough to jeopardize your entire operation merely to settle some infuriatingly inconsequential personal dilemma. You hadn’t truly required his help stopping Irene Adler from destroying…whatever it was she had intended to destroy; therefore, he had not offered it, not even when you came begging for it.

He considered it an object lesson. If anything, it taught you to rely on your own self-sufficiency and intellect. Frankly—not that he cared—you should be thanking him for refusing to help, not sullying your intellect with the odious marks of bitterness.

Reaching past you and your furious features, he hooked his fingers around the bookcase adjacent to the newspaper-infested chair and pulled. The bookcase swung open easily, disturbing the dirt and dust on the floor in the same pattern he had seen in the displaced detritus. Sherlock shifted you aside and descended the stairs.

You stormed after him, shaking with fury.

Enola jerked her attention up as Sherlock entered the room at the bottom of the narrow staircase. A lopsided grimace pulled at her lips as she exhaled nervously. “Oh, you found me. I thought…I thought you would never look for me here.”

“You should cover your tracks better,” Sherlock admonished. “Others could find you just as easily.”

“I thought we’d be safe here.”

“Why? Young Hawkes”—he spoke the name with an almost Mycroftian sniff—“is useless against the people of the natural world.”

“I am not.”

“If you intend to use Irene Adler as an example, I would point out that the woman hardly belongs to the human species.”

Though not as adept at reading human emotion as his sister, Sherlock could feel the ire radiating off you—which meant you were quite furious, for him to have felt it, in any case. Suppressing a sigh, he strolled around the small cubby—the room couldn’t be called much more than that, though it wasn’t so disgusting as to be deemed a hovel—casting an uninterested glance at Tewkesbury, before returning his attention to Enola.

“We are leaving.”

“No.”

He arched an eyebrow.

Enola shook her head hard, adamant. “I chose to come here. I don’t need you dragging me back into trouble.”

“Your very presence here indicates you are in nothing but trouble.”

“It isn’t trouble you should concern yourself with.”

“You are my ward, however loosely the term applies. Concerning myself with you is my business. Unless you would prefer I transfer my legal responsibility back to Mycroft?”

Enola paled, but her jaw clenched, her position firm. “I am staying here, and what’s more, I am working with Young Hawkes.”

Sherlock went utterly still, his eyes fixed on his sister’s face. With a woodenness that spoke danger, he turned to you, took in your smug expression. The knife had disappeared, your arms folded over your chest.

“She’s a better Holmes to have on my side,” you quipped, lips pulling back into an unbecoming snarl. “You heard the girl. Now get out of my establishment.”

Sherlock glanced back at Enola, lips compressed into a thin line. “You do yourself no favors staying here with Hawkes.”

Enola lifted her chin. “I know what I’m doing.”

A minute look of disappointment passed swiftly over Sherlock’s features. “No, you don’t.” Facing you, he gestured back up the stairs. “Lead me out.”

You laughed, a harsh bark of a sound. “I don’t take orders from you.”

He nodded. “Because it is always better to allow your enemies, since you think of me as such, unsupervised access to your offices?”

He ascended the stairs without waiting for your incensed reply. You followed after him, stomping each foot on the individual treads.

Before passing through the door to the haberdashery, Sherlock turned sharply, startling you with the unexpected motion. He glared into your face, his normally stoic expression replaced with something fiercely protective.

“If anything happens to her, I am holding you personally responsible,” he stated. The cold enunciation of each word did more to chill you than if he had snarled them. “You will face justice for whatever ills befall her.”

You could have thrown a caustic retort in his face, but the conviction in his voice and expression forced you to acquiesce. “I will look after her. Not that she needs much of it.”

“Thank you.”

Sherlock strode out of Vermillion Watch, leaving an astounded Young Hawkes behind, and resolved to keep an eye on the establishment for his sister’s sake. If he had to, he would become a real problem for you.

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A/N - Hi, I would like to clarify some things about requests. I included all of the characters and fandoms I write for. If you would like to request an imagine, fanfiction, etc. about a character that isn’t mentioned below, message me, because there may be some fandoms I forgot about. Of course, I’ll update it as frequently as I can.

RULES:

I can T R Y writing smuts, but I’ve never done that so expect the worst if you do request it. I can’t promise I’ll be comfy w/ writing it :/

Right now, I write only Reader Inserts, but I could try and write character x character, so feel free to request :)

You can request any character, genre (any genre except smut), plot, etc.

I write series, headcanons, imagines, drabbles, etc.

Feel free to request any gender insert ( gender neutral, x male!reader, x fem!reader)

FANDOMS/MASTERLIST

ENOLA HOLMES

Lord Tewkesbury

STARGAZING - X Fem!Reader

Louis Partridge

Sherlock Holmes

Enola Holmes

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

Reggie

CRAZY CAFETERIA GIRL - X Fem!Reader

DATING REGGIE WOULD INCLUDE - X Fem!Reader

Alex

Luke Patterson

GHOST NEXT DOOR - X Fem!Reader

GHOST NEXT DOOR PT. 2 - X Fem!Reader

Charlie Gillespie

TALKING TO THE MOON - Fem!Reader

Owen Joyner

HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy   

SCARED - X Fem!Reader 

MEETING DRACO MALFOY WOULD INCLUDE - X Fem!Reader

Ron Weasley

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

MARVEL

Loki

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

James ‘’Bucky’’ Barnes

LORD OF THE RINGS / THE HOBBIT

Legolas Greenleaf

Aragorn 

Samwise Gamgee

Bilbo Baggins

Thranduil

Thorin Oakenshield

Kili

Fili

Peregrin Took

SHERLOCK BBC

Sherlock Holmes

UNLIKELY FRIENDS - X Friend!Reader

John Watson 

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

IMAGINE DYING IN FIVE’S ARMS - X Fem!Reader

3 YEARS OF HALLOWEEN - X Fem!Reader

Ben Hargreeves

BRUNO AND BOOTS

Bruno Walton

Melvin ‘’Boots’’ O’Neil

Wilbur Hackenschleimer

Diane Grant

A/N - There are close to none fanfictions for this fandom, so I’ll write some :)))

SK8 THE INFINITY

Langa

Reki

Miya

Joe

Cherry Blossom

METAL LORDS

Hunter Sylvester

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU - x GN!READER

SMOKE - X GN!READER

Kevin Schlieb

Emily

Clay Moss

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

HEADCANNONS - X M!READER

BRAIDS - X M!READER

TIED UP - X GN!READER

RELAPSES - X M!READER

Eugene Otinger