#tewkesbury x fem reader

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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 & part 10 ]

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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[ghostlyloversworld]

UNTIL I FOUND HIM

Tewkesbury x Fem! Reader

✩Idea✩- Reader is the youngest of 5 siblings, her mother told her that her time of marriage will come and that she shouldn't seek out Landon's most eligible men. causing the reader to have the same mind set because her mother demes her as her least beautiful daughter. That is until a special someone lays eyes on her and finds her gentleness and timid nature refreshing from the other girls and her sisters that have came of age so he made it his top priority to seek her out at every ball and stroll in the park!

Credits! - @websterss

Song-! Cruel-Taylor swift

As the young girl sat in her room brushing her hair that she brushed probably more than fifteen times already, waiting patiently for her time of marriage to come. The young girl's mother who always told her 'You shall wait you're turn and do no try to seek out one of London's most eligible men for they would not want you' had being to rub off on the young girl.

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in Everyone looked worse in the light There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

Her mother calls out to her from downstairs "Y/n! " she shouts making the young girl abruptly stop her daily routine of taking care of her hair "Yes mother!" she calls out as she puts her brush on her night stand before she gets up from her bed and walking over to her door she gently grabbed ahold of the doorframe.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight.

Her mother was walking over while she shoved her earrings in her ears "Isabella needs to borrow you're umbrella now hand it over" Y/n wanted to tell her mother no for once but she was afraid of the consequences. So she nodded "Yes mother.. " Y/n shuffled back into her room and grabbed her umbrella before she returned to the doorway "here you go.. " her mother looks over at Isabella "well grab it girl.. We don't have all day" she huffed out madly at the other girl. Isabella rolls her eyes before she snatched the umbrella out of the younger girl hand's "thanks.. " Isabella said her usual snarky tone before she turns to follow their mother who was already walking away like per-usual. The young girl felt so out of place, she didn't want to be someone who they can all walk over but yet, she was afraid to speak up.

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky And so I became the butt of the joke I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now It's brighter now, now.

so when her mother and Isabella got back home that afternoon her mother calls out again "Y/n go get oranges from the market!" Y/n sighs and puts her feather down that she was using to write "Yes mother!" She called out before she slips her heels on. And she looks over at the small mirror before she scoffed "why can't I just.. Not be scared to say something to my mother" she got what she needed before the young girl open her door to walk out.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away) I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you (Things will never be the same) I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night (Now I'm wide awake) And now I see daylight (Daylight), I only see daylight (Daylight) I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight.

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As the young girl was grabbing an orange another person reached for the same orange which freaks the girl out the person also kinda just freaks out.

"Shoot I'm sorry" the person told the girl as the girl brings her hands back and she wipes her hands on her dress "it's fine I guess" she muttered the person looks at her "you can have it" this makes the girl look at him.

Like daylight It's golden like daylight You gotta step into the daylight and let it go Just let it go, let it go.

The guy felt awkward now but the girl just muttered again "you can have it" the guy looks at the orange "you sure?.. " he reached out for it "sure" the girl said before grabbing a different orange. After a while of nothing but now awkward silence the guy speaks up "I'm Tewkesbury" the girl bites her lips as she holds back her laughter making Tewkesbury look at her "is there something funny" the girl looks back "don't worry about it.. I'm y/n..." The girl looks back at the orange.

before she asked the person who owns the fruits and vegetables "how much is this orange" the person who was playing with an old rusty coin looks at her lazily "50 pounds" the girl sighs and pulls put 50 pounds before she gave it to the person "here.. "

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The young girl was standing beside her mother at a ball that she didn't even want to be at but her mother insistent that she would find her husband and someone will finally court the young girl but even the young girl didn't have that hope.

To her utterly surprised, someone approaches her mother and her. Hands behind his back "good evening.." It was Tewkesbury, her mother almost fainted at the sight of the young man but he paid no attention to her mother instead he looks at the young girl "it seems as though we cross paths again" he reached out and grabbed her hand Bringing the back of her hand upwards and he gently pressed his lips against her hand not for too long but for a good minute before he gently pulled away and he let's go of her hand before he fixes his posture.

And so it begins from that day forward He went out of his way to find the young girl either at a party or just a small scroll through the park. He would always look for her until he finally got the courage to ask her for her hand in marriage

I wanna be defined by the things that I love Not the things I hate Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night I, I just think that You are what you love

[js-a-writer]

Tewksbury x fem!Reader I honestly dont mind if this is an angst oneshot, its completely up to you. If you want some more structure lmk and ill come up with some💜

Summary : *the request*

Warnings : just pure fluff

@nix-rose

*not proofread*

Tewksbury was taking a walk through the park he always go through, today he wasn't in any rush, as he had nothing iportnat he needed to do. He was sitting on a bench, just enjoying the scenery, when he noticed a girl, she had an easle in front of her and it appeared that she was painting something.

He saw other pieces of art scattered around her when he looked back at her, she quickly snapped her head back to the painting. He was curious but decided just to ignore it, seeing as he was a Lord now, and she might just be surprised so see him in the park around this time of day.

About an hour goes by, and Tewksbury noticed the girl staring at him more and more. She thought she was being sneeky, but much to her avail, she was not. He got suspicious, thinking 'what if she's going to kill me... maybe she's like the man in the brown bowler hat!' His suspicions were proved wrong when he snuck up behind the girl to see her painting him, sitting on the park bench.

She went to look over to the bench again, to see him not there. She looked at her surroundings, trying to find the young lord. Her long hair flowingas she did so. Tewksbury took notice of this and the way her face contorted into one of frustration and confusion as her eyes kept searching for him.

He hid behind he easle as she stood up to see if maybe he was coming back. But when she saw nothing, she sat back down and looked up to her easle, flinching and falling backwards off of her stool, as she screamed out in shock.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I was just curious as to what you were painting." he said in a calming tone, trying to seem less intimidating. He truly didn't mean to scare her he just wanted to see how far she would go to find him again.

"No, it's fine. It's my fault honestly." she spoke softly, almost like a whisper, as he saw her cheeks heat up in embarrasment. "Don't be embarrassed, it looks really good, it's almost like staringat a refelction of myself." he spoke trying to reassure her everything was fine.

"It's not finshed, I haven't finished the face." she said softly. Tewksbury could see the panic fade from her features but saw it twist up into somthing he though tto be sadness? HE couldn't make her sad, not on their first encounter. He wanted to see eachother more, and if he made her sad there was no way she would want to see him again.

So he ran, all the way back to the bench he had previouslybeen sitting at, in the same position he was sat in just before he had terrifieed the poor girl. "What are you doing?" sh easked curious as to why he would run all the way over there and pose the same. "Letting you finish your painting, you said you didn't finish the face, so finish it. You can't leave a portrait undone now can you?" he told her, wantnig to make her happy again.

So she did, she finsihed the painting, only about 25 minutes later, she was finally done and called him over. "So, what do you think?" she asked quite giddily he noticed. "It's wonderful, I must have this hung up in my castle, if I can take it." he sent a quizical look her way. "I think I quite like this one, maybe I want to keep it..... I'm only joking ofcourse you can have it." she said teasing him. "Great, how much do I owe you for it?" he asked ready to pay full of whatever price you named. "It's free, you can have it. It is a painting of you ofcourse, and I didn't really ask befoe starting it." she told him. "Nonsense, I must pay you.... Well atleast let me take you somewhere, I would like to spend more time with you if you would like that too?" he said when she shook her head, as to say, 'you don't have to pay for it'.

Sh eofcourse said yes, and he helped pack up her painting supplies so they could go somehwre else, somewhere more private. They ended up going to a meadow and her drawing more sketches of him and the field, as he wathed her with admiration in his eyes. They asked questions about eachother trying to learn different things about one another.

"Well I live in a cottage with my mother,, we live right down that pathway," she stated as she pointed to a pathway leading out of the meadow. "we're not very rich, but we make the most of it. It's just my mother and I, it always has been, and she works at the bakery she owns in town."

A few minutes go by and she stops talking to draw the daisies in the field again, as he once again admires her and her beauty. "Can I see your sketch book?" he asked. She handed it to him, he flips through the pages seeing pictures of him from today, and scenery from all over London. He was astonished. He saw mor epictures of things like flowers, and what he guessed was her mother.

"These are extraordinary, you have to publish these somewhere.You could make a fortune off of these." he suggested fasinated by her artwork. "They're not that good. I probably wouldn't sell anything, and even if I did, I have no where to sell and no way to get the word out." she tried dissmissing the suggestion convinsing herslef it would never work.

"You could sell them in the park, I could help. Not with the painting ofcourse but everything else." she obliged sayikng sh ecould try in a few days.

He looked at her again, admiring her beauty and everything else about her. He thought of how much he liked her, possibly even loved her! That couldn't be he's only known her but less than 24 hours, but it feels right, he loves her!

Meanwhile she thinks about how she's gotten to know more about him these past few hours,she had a feeling towards him but she couldn't quite label it just yet. They were both admiring eachother for a few moments longer before he blurted out, "Can I kiss you?" in the softest most love-sick tone he could have mustered.

He hesitated before going to appologise. But before he could she responded, not with words but with a chaste kiss, full of love and admiration. That's what that feeling love, she finally figured out what it was, it was love!

"I love you!" they both said in unison, giggling and sealing it with another kiss, more passionate this time. Knowing how they both had felt.

I guess you could say, this was love at first sight.

Thank you so kuch for this request @nix-rose I loved writing it and hope you love it just as kuch as I do.

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[websterss]

VISCOUNNT TEWKESBURY

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[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.

[tommiruewrites]

Hi! I would like to request a Tewksbury x fem’Reader (romantic)! Reader is Enola Holmes’ sister

So basically, I was hoping for this to take place in Enola Holmes 2 in the theater fight scene. If you remember, Enola almost gets stabbed, but her corset protected her. So what if it was reader instead, and the corset didn’t protect her? Reader does finish the fight like in the movie because she’s just a girlboss like that and has that whole moment with Tewksbury after, but the stab wound finally takes its toll. That’s sort of just the base of the idea, you can do whatever you come up with after that! I sort of think of this as an angst + fluff? Thank you!

Just a Little Longer - V.T.

word count: 1.2k

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

warnings: fem!reader, fluff to angst (but mostly angst bc i love to make myself miserable but in a cute poetic way), brief mentions of fighting, talk of blood, major injury, main character death, best friends to lovers/idiots in love, tragedy, holmes!reader, NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: i'm SOOOO sorry, ik it's been ages since you put in this ask, but my adhd slump was a pain in my ass. it has finally been forcibly lifted (by yours truly) bc i want to write again, and i found the start of this fic in my drafts and decided to finish it. i hope you're still active and able to read this, lovely anon! <3

remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing <3

part 2

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Everything went by in a blur. You were fighting alongside Tewkesbury and Enola, dodging weapons and fists. The next thing you know, you’re on the floor, wind knocked out of you.

A loud crack rings out and you feel an intense pounding in your head, so you guess you must have hit it when you fell back. As you begin to stand, you feel a dull ache in your ribs. You look down to see the cause, and you thank the heavens that you’re wearing one of those god-awful corsets you've always hated so much. Shouldn’t leave more than a nasty bruise.

You hear Tewksbury —who’s still fighting from across the room— call out your name to make sure you’re alright, but you don’t have time to respond. Your sister reaches a hand out to help you up off the floor as she dodges a hit. A bit preoccupied in a fight of her own she misses the silver handle sticking out of your corset.

“Are you alright?” she screams over the chaos.

You stand firm on your feet, still staring down your opponent. “Fine. Just a little fall, nothing I can’t handle.” Pulling the blade from your abdomen, you miss the red glint of blood as you resume the fight.

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The battle is over, and the energy is high. You and Tewkesbury bounce off the walls blabbering on about the recent events, adrenaline running through you while Enola concludes the investigation with your brother, Sherlock.

“Did you see me! I got some really good ones in there. Think I got him in the nose!”

You laugh, breath like shard of glass in your lungs from the cold, "You were wonderful! Just like I showed you."

He beams at that, his cheeks glowing a warm pink, which he hopes could be chalked up to the biting chill outside, “You didn’t do so bad out there yourself.”

“Not bad?” you scoff, "You must have missed the look on that guy’s face when I threw him across the room!"

You both laugh softly, your breath visible in the winter air. You ignore the tight feeling in your lungs.

Suddenly you’re both hyper aware of the lack of space between you. Looking between his cold pink lips and his glassy doe eyes, you hold your breath as he begins to lean closer.

Just as you feel his intoxicating lips graze yours, your knees buckle beneath you. You try to steady yourself against Tewksbury, hand pressed against his chest, as he quickly grabs your waist to hold you up. He chuckles a bit as he tries to help you regain your footing, but immediately stops when notices that you’re practically limp in his hold.

“What's wrong? Talk to me.”

It feels like your chest is collapsing in on itself, and your head starts to spin. “Oh- I’m fine. Just cold.” Mostly reassuring yourself, nothing bad could happen right? You won after all. You beat them. Your family is safe and your best friend that you've been in love with for years is finally kissing you. Those are all good things. Really good things. So it's just the cold making you feel weak and breathless, right?

“I’m just really, really tired.”

Just as you begin to stand up straighter, sharp pain shoots through your stomach and your knees buckle again, causing Tewkesbury to almost fall over. He panics when he hears a gasp that sounds too much like you’re in pain.

“Enola! Something’s wrong!”

Enola and Sherlock stop their current debate and immediately notice your uncharacteristically frail state, rushing over to help Tewkesbury get you on the ground. They sit you down as quickly as possible without hurting you, your back to Tewksbury’s chest so he can keep you stable. His shaky hand tremble against your hips as he surveys your body for injuries. Enola kneels to be eye-level with you, “What's going on? Are you hurt?”

"No-" You nod your head, "I'm fine, I just-" you cut yourself short, unable to create a more convincing reply as a groan of pain rips through you. Thats when Enola notices a deep tear in your dress.

“Her corset. Take off her corset!”

Enola and Sherlock work to quickly remove the thick article of clothing, Tewksbury squeezing your hand reassuringly when you wince at the movement of him lifting your arms. Once the corset is successfully removed, a deep cut reveals itself, crimson red seeping through your under-dress. "Oh my god-"

You look up, the concern in Tewkesbury’s voice making you nervous. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

Enola grabs your focus when she presses her hands against your wound.

"Oh..."

Sherlock frantically removes his coat to tie around you and try to stop the bleeding. “Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all. You’re going to be just fine.” He rambles out, trying to calm both you and himself.

In your hazy state you can't fully sense the anxiety all around you, or how serious your injury truly is. You only register one thing. You’re going to be just fine. Your brother would never lie to you. Not ever.

Your breathing begins to slow as you relax, leaning your head back against Tewkesbury's shoulder. You begin to feel your own shoulder dampen. Looking over at the cause, you see Tewksbury’s face tacked with glistening streaks down his cheeks, staring at Enola and Sherlock frantically try to stop the bleeding as he helps where he can.

“Tewks?” His eyes jump to yours, sniffling. “What's the matter? Why are you crying?”

Much to your dismay, that makes him cry harder. "Nothing’s the matter."

You reach a weak hand up to wipe tears from his cheek as more roll down in their place. “Then why are you crying?”

There’s a long pause, your sibling’s desperate shouting falling deaf on your ears as a faint ringing replaces it. "I’m just so proud of you is all."

You smile at that, "I'm proud of you too, fighter." You tease. He chuckles weakly, not surprised that your wit is still intact even as you're bleeding out. Your eyes begin to feel heavy as you stare into his, eyelids fluttering open and closed.

“Hey! Hey, keep your eyes open for me. Just a little bit longer.” He stammers, squeezing your hand to keep you awake. "We just need a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, and then you can rest, alright?"

You groan in discomfort, feeling all of your energy go into the one simple task as your body begins to feel floaty and numb. “Tired.”

“I know, I know. Just a little longer. I promise everything will be fine. I promise. Just please, don’t close your eyes.” He sobs out desperately, interlacing his fingers with yours.

Enola and Sherlock keep trying everything in their power to stop the bleeding, sobbing and begging for anything to work. For you to be okay. You try your best to keep your eyes open for them, you really do, but it’s just too difficult. You can hear distant shouts of your name as you finally let the peaceful darkness consume you.

[morganwrites12672]

Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a romantic Tewksbury x fem!Reader where the reader is Enola Holmes sister?

basically, I was hoping you could write the ball scene in Enola Holmes 2? Like the dance in the bathroom, the fan thing Tewksbury does, etc.? Thank you!

Ofc! I have been waiting for some requests from enola holmes!

Tewkesbury x Holmes!Reader

You never thought you would find yourself in the bathroom, at a ball, convincing Tewkesbury to give you dance lessons.

"Okay fine, but you may have to teach me to fight sometime," he jokes and takes your hand. He repositions your posture, and helps guide you.

"Just like that," he murmurs and then winces because you stepped on his foot.

"sorry," you mumble. He just repositions your back, again.

"It's fine, I have been getting lessons since I was four," he reminds and you feel slightly better. God, he was perfect.

You had always liked him, but you thought he liked enola. And it was quite obvious that they were pining for the other.

You didn't want to get in the way, but you did have a crush. And it felt like more then a crush. It felt like you were in love.

"You're not very bad for someone who started dancing five minutes ago," Tewkesbury says and you give a small laugh.

"I'm pretty bad," you reply. You could not step on someone's foot, that was about it. Dancing had seemed like it was effortless, it wasn't.

"Well, it should be good enough," Tewkesbury says and you nod. You notice he has a fan.

"I noticed a lot of girls were waving those around," you comment and he smiles.

"They use them to say the unsaid things," Tewkesbury says, which very much confuses you. And it doesn't help when he seems to wave it down, or something.

"What does that mean?" You ask. Tewkesbury, smiles and hands you the fan.

"You'll need it, and I will tell you later," Tewkesbury says and exits the bathroom, this leaves you confused.

What did it mean? And how were you supposed to say the unspoken things? You had no clue how to use a fan.

Your spiraling thoughts are interrupted by a knocking at the door. You curse, flush the toilet and then run out of there. You notice quite a long line had been waiting to use it.

What did Tewkesbury mean? You would have to ask him after the ball. For now, you had work to do.

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[fictionalpeoplecompleteme]

“Oh My God”

Paring: Tewkesbury x Fem!Reader

Request: Yes / No | “maybe a lil tewkesbury oneshot (also it is tewkesbury, i get how there are different variations but it was gnawing at me not knowing the correct spelling that i pulled it up with subtitles to confirm lmao, anyway) where idk maybe there are certain situations where he's not acting like himself but no he's just a lovesick child and enola being enola she tries investigating?? and then finds out he's happy and in a relationship??” - @biqherosix​

Warnings: Other than too much description?? Nope

Word Count: 1,492

(A/N): OMG!! Ever since I posted the “what fandoms I'll write for” and I’ve actually gotten requests !! By the time I get this out, I hope I’ve gotten more!! So for this request, it mentions that Tewkesbury is… talking to Enola, which is implied in the movie that they will, but for the sake of this fic, they DID talk later and are straight up best friends :). Also, there literally isn’t any tewkesbury fics?! Like um, can anyone recommend any cause I can’t find ANY.  n e wayz, ily all and I hope you have a great day !! mwah ! 

Enola.... well you can say she was worried to say the least. Though she wasn’t the ‘’oh my god I’ll die” type of worried, she was just… curious.

After the fiasco events that both Enola and Tewkesbury endured in the past, good actually came out of it, rather than just plain sad memories. Enola realized that she had the infamous Holmes detective skills (and is amazing at it), and she then got into (more forced, but that doesn’t matter) a beautiful friendship.

We all know the chemistry Enola and Tewkesbury had, trust me, but with a mutual conversation that with her constant cases and his duties as a lord, it would be best to just remain friends rather than get heartbroken.

That didn’t mean that they couldn’t hang out. Please, if anything that’s all they did once their work was completed. It was pretty diverse, to a simple walk to the bakery to full blown pranks to a certain annoying brother. Enola just couldn’t help it. So you can imagine her worry once Tewkesbury started being more absent. He would always say he was busy with his lord duties, but he would always be “busy” different times of every day. Enola always knows when his work would be started and finished, she isn’t stupid. So tell her why this man would leave at a certain hour, then the next day suddenly leave at a completely different time

That’s also when he started to get “distracted” more often than usual. To the point he would miss full length conversations because he was lost in thought. There was even a point where Enola bluntly asked, 

“Is there something wrong Tewkesbury?” 

“Mhm?” was all that came out of him. Of course, he was distracted again.

“My point exactly” she sighed, “Is there anything going on? Maybe at work? I know there’s this huuuuge crisis going on in the ci-”

And that’s where he started to zone out. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Enola and her rants, but those rants often do get a bit tedious. That’s when he started thinking about you, probably one of his favorite pastimes to do. What? Can you blame him? You’re just so adorable! Though to be totally honest, he didn’t really know why he won’t tell Enola about you, she’ll love you, more than she already does (it’ll make sense later). Sure, she’ll get investigative, but that’s how she is, nothing can stop that.

He honestly can’t imagine someone genuinely dislike you. You’re one of the nicest people in the world, always putting others before yourself. Possibly even nicer than himself. Nope, that can’t possibly be. There was even this one instance where he bought you a whole bouquet of flowers, though you proceeded to smack him with a flower, saying “you really ought to stop buying these flowers for me, you gonna go poor!” but then you felt bad, taking him to a bakery as a ‘sorry’ for doing that.

Though he won’t lie when he says when your niceness attracts other people, lets just say his arms around your waist are more frequent in those scenarios.

“-sure hope that you can fix that one cause, that’ll be a mes- TEWKESBURY!!”  

He almost fell out of the chair! “Wha-? What! Why was that necessary?!”

“Because it was!! What were you possibly thinking about to make you react like that? My topic of conversation was completely full of information that goes with your expertise.” Enola said slyly. You’d think this guy would listen to what she’d say, he’s at times quite draft in the courtroom, but then again she wasn’t any better.  

“You basically yelled in my ear!” he said defensively “and please, anyone would die of boredom with a political conversation with you.”

She then proceeded to hit him with a random glove that was nearby. Enola was starting to get annoyed with Tewkesbury, but when didn’t she. 

“You know what? I have to go anyways.” he said

“Seriously? Right after we had an argument?” I mean, who does that? 

“What can I say, duties awaits.” Right after that conversation, he picked himself up, and left. We can confidently say both Enola and Tewkesbury know that he won’t be doing anything of that sort. So Enola being... Enola, followed him to wherever he could possibly be going *wink wink*. She followed him to the streets, where halfway, he stopped to go to a flower store.

We all know Enola is extremely smart, so it wasn’t a surprise when she started to the the pieces together. 

“Oh my god”.

 Enola can admit that Tewkesbury was an attractive guy, anyone can admit that, but for some reason, she never imagined that he was actually with someone. In a way, she was happy, he had someone. Then once she actually actually thought about it, she started getting mad. How could he possibly not tell him?! She told him everything that was going on in her life, bad and the good. So why would he possibly not tell her what’s going on in his life? You could say that she was overreacting but they are best friends!

Enola hid once again once he saw Tewkesbury leave with a beautiful pink rose in his hand. She then proceeded to follow him all the way to his destination without him noticing, she was slick like that. And saw him enter a house... that wasn’t his.

Tewkesbury finally was able to see you. Don’t get him wrong, he loves hanging out with Enola, but he desperately just wanted to see you.

“Really, another flower?”

“Wow, no ‘why hello sweetheart, how was your day, you look dashing today?’ ” He said sarcastically. “Besides, be happy I didn’t buy the whole bouquet. Just a beautiful rose to match my beautiful girlfriend.”

You laughed, with a blush, at his compliment. He was always able to do that. You went to him, putting your arms around his neck, “You’re so cheesy.”

“Only for you.” He says with that smile of his. Once he leaves the flower in a vase, joining the other flowers (that gives you an idea how much he gives to you), then proceeds to pick you up, and takes you to the couch.

“TEWKESBURY!” You squealed. He laughed, looking at you with such adoration, but what was he supposed to do? You looked beautiful, with the sunlight shining your features, and your hair being perfectly done with your favorite hairdo. 

He places you on the couch, then him placing his head on your lap. He just wanted to relax, and you did have that magical touch, especially with you playing with his hair. 

You then started to get a little worried. Although he didn’t know it, you could see his facial features getting... almost sadder. He was always the happy type, always smiling, so when he’s sad, you can almost always tell.

“You okay, Tewkesbury?” He chuckled, there’s that kindness.

“I’m fine darling.” he said while stroking your cheek.

“Mhm. Nice try love, but you’re going to have to tell me what’s going in that small brain of yours”

He then acted hurt, giving you a scoff. “Hey, I might be an idiot but I’m your idiot.” he laughed, giving you his infamous smile. Though he ended up not saying anything after that, making you quite a tad annoyed.

“You know what..” He wondered what you meant by this, but then quickly learned once you got up. He grumbled, definitely not wanting that to happen.

“What are you doing?” He asked 

“Being stubborn.” You said crossing your arms. Tewkesbury was amused to say the least, you looked so cute while you were angry. “I’m not going back until you tell me what’s wrong”

“Fine, I’ll tell you, just please hold me.” He said it with such an adoring face that you just melted at the sight of. How could you say no to that face?

You went to his direction, sat down, and proceeded to hold him tightly, like you always do. Ready to listen to whatever was making him uneasy.

“It’s just Enola... I haven-”

The door slapped open.

“Oh My God.” 

“Oh My God!”

“What?! Why the ‘oh my gods?!”

“(Y/N)?!!” Enola basically yelled.

“Enola?” 

Okay, backstory coming up. You and Enola are quite good friends, not to a point where you would hang out every single day, but good friends where you guys would send a letter occasionally, asking each other to go to the library, or to hang out at the park, maybe even join in a prank or two with Enola’s dear brother. That’s actually how you and Tewkesbury met, both you and Enola running away from a prank that both of you pulled, and both of you happened to run into him. Lets just say he was intrigued the first time he met you.

“Oh my god.” He said, just now realizing what was going to happen, and it probably wasn’t good.

“YESS!! You guys are together!!” 

huh.

TAGLIST ( bio ! )

[biqherosix]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ keith with an s/o who is the princess of a humanoid race of aliens (i just love the idea of keith with a princess s/o)

wildflower - headcanons

fluff

(voltron legendary defender — romantic! keith kogane x fem! princess! reader)

you're just living the simple cottagecore life in the middle of a galactic war, and with your luck you manage to snag a boyfriend who's smack in the middle of it

cw / none

a/n — fun fact @alteasmoon is the reason the planet of flosferam exists so everyone say thank you moon. i’m so proud of the world i created and hopefully you love it too !! also this turned out super long, so prepare yourselves

before i get into the relationship itself (there isn't even much about the relationship bc i firmly believe any relationship with keith would be a slowburn so it's all minimal) i need to establish some world building facts and such (because i'm super proud of this idea the planet was made in like fifteen minutes how cool !!)

basically you are the princess of the planet flosferam (derived from the words flos feram meaning "wild flower" in latin; yes i am a flower nerd blame tewkesbury)

anyway so the dianthus (that's what the species is called, like how the galran species reign from daibazaal) people are very diverse actually

and a lot of the roles are reversed, most men spend their times in the kitchen with their cooking magic while women are trained to fight and such

many are dainty though and fashion icons

even with the gender norms, many find themselves breaking it and it's not frowned upon, they don't stop or criticize people for wanting the basics such as a family, to fight, etc.

they're basically raised all the same

and your culture is basically the cottagecore aesthetic in it of itself so that's pretty neat (tell me it's a cool planet ik it is)

anyway you meet the paladins when a allura collectively decides to arrive to your planet in hopes of having you join the voltron coalition

keith doesn't think it's a good idea because he's read up on your planet and it seems as though your people had been pretty stagnant when it came to the war (he doesn't know that y'all are actually elite warriors with generations of knowledge in the art of deception and poison- i mean potion making, but allura does ah stan platonic kallura y'all)

"i just don't think they'd bring anything useful to the coalition. i mean, why are they so quiet when there's a galactic war going on? if anything, i think it's best we move on." "but the cute girls?! come on keith just because you're lonely doesn't mean you can ruin our chances." "what chances?"

but with allura being allura, she gets her way (after that conversation between keith and lance), landing the castle of lions onto the luscious green planet with an abundance of clean waterfalls and it's such a sight (pidge is definitely embracing her nature side again thanks to this)

whispers of assumption run through the air, and the team just wanders around until they walk by a pretty unguarded stone castle with vines adorning the walls and purple flowers surrounding the area

keith hears one (1) rustle in the bushes and activates his bayard striking through the garden (rip to your flowers y'all)

it goes from zero to one hundred real quick when team voltron goes from admiring the view (cue your second in command / right hand woman rayla taking them all out despite being outnumbered and putting them in the dungeon bc they were sus and didn't fit in) to waking up in a dark dungeon with minimal light coming from the barred window and no bayards in their holsters

however, rayla didn't know that the bayards could be ✨ summoned ✨

which sucks for her since she didn't even get the chance to interrogate them

she left her watch post for one second to go get water and some snacks and they escaped

unfortunately, lance was too busy grumbling about how they weren't able to meet anyone that when they turned a corner, keith bumped into you

he ended up getting a pretty vine laced dagger held up to his neck from yours truly

reacting quickly, his bayard turns into his respective sword and lays that onto your neck and it's an intense game of who's going to make the first move

it looks like an unfair fight; there's six of them and one of you with no other guards in the halls bc you made sure they were to protect your people first and foremost

but when he meets your intense stare, there's just that fire in your eyes that makes his heart thump and grip the hilt of his sword a little tighter (he's not even paying attention to the paladins anymore, who already have their other weapons pointed on you; you don't back down, pressing the dagger closer despite allura's protests and calm words that you don't pay any mind to)

he's feeling too much emotion at once as his gaze trails down to the wrist holding the dagger; a tattoo of a vine full of purple looking alien tulips (meaning deep love and royalty, flower language for the win) and he's malfunctioning

keith is enamored with you bc let's be real it takes guts to do this to anyone, moreso with someone like keith

and it's not until rayla pulls out the crossbow from behind them that hunk screams out explaining how they're the paladins of voltron that the adrenaline rush fades

it shocks you, because you grew up hearing the folktale, but their advanced technology and attire make sense in the end

finally looking at allura's desperate expression and the familiar altean features the realization washes over

after apologizing immensely, you and rayla do your best to make it up to them, explaining the way y'all are so old fashioned it was just hard to accept at first but that most of flosferam were warriors and would be more than willing to join

allura actually begs you to join them on their journey the night before they're set to leave (she selfishly needs another princess around but also your knowledge in potion making could come up as a good backup when technology fails)

reluctantly after rayla says she can handle things around flosferam (please you trust her with your life and she would die for you, if she asked you to do something you'd do it. besties for life 😌✌🏽) you pack up your mini collection of essential potion supplies and a few clothes and make your way around the universe

initially, after that tense first impression keith wanted to avoid you but he was so entranced it was v v insane of him (he's pretty sure the first time he saw you in your space suit speckled with purple to represent your roots he had a stroke, not that he'd admit it to anyone because feelings? in this economy?)

honestly if it wasn't love at first sight for you, idk what it was folks, and i say that with great reluctance bc keith has a hard time processing what he's actually feeling

but you dance around these feelings for a while, mainly because of the focus on the war came first (then y'all get to earth and everything gets good but oop you didn’t get that from me)

though things started changing the day shiro disappeared

it was definitely a day you didn't like to reminisce (you still remember the ringing in your ears and the shattering of glass when the black lion opened for you to see it empty, preparing a potion for someone who didn't even exist at the moment)

you and keith got a lot closer after that

more like keith getting angry and you deescalating the situation which causes him to break — everytime; yet your patience never thinned (though the rest of the team's patience did; y'all are so slowburn it hurts their souls)

but then you two were silently attached at the hip doing your own thing; when y'all would eat there’s this form of communication only you two knew, maybe sometimes he'd sharpen his blade as you played around with your potions, or you'd casually drop by the training deck and fight him (there may have been lingering touches and longing glances from both parties)

and honestly you thought that was gonna be the most your relationship was gonna get to

but then keith becomes the black paladin? shiro comes back? keith is distancing himself for the blade of marmora? it's all a mess and then keith pushes himself further away and decides to get yeeted into a long term mission for the blades 👎🏽

and you truly feel the weight of your mf feelings for keith in the pit of your stomach

so when he announces his leave and says his goodbyes to the team, coran and shiro shoo everyone out of the room (much to pidge and hunk's protests) and the two of you are left to confront these feelings you've danced around

and because it's not a true keith kogane fic from moi without some angst things get more complicated when you mf kiss him and you're both left to overthink what it could mean

it isn't until you're even on earth that his bestie romelle gets you two to sort out your senses (because she's tiRED of you two just get together already) and it's thanks to her that you're together

okay but you and keith are such a cute couple, there's no doubt that once you're on earth he's out here wandering the garrison teaching you about all the advanced technology

sm forehead kisses and hand brushes and pinky holding !! lance is always so disgusted by your minimal affection but he wants what you have

there isn't much action between you two now that you're in a relationship (well it's exciting but there's a literal mf war going on so your label is official but you still have to work through things) but at least the transition from friends to lovers was such a breeze

but there was this one time you two were so worried about what's to come that you weaved tiny little flowers into tiny little braids at the bottom of his head (yk like hiccup in the httyd sequel) just talking, letting some feelings out, maybe even make out a bit

and y'all didn't even know you stayed up late so when you wake up late for a meeting with everyone you two switched pilot jackets (he's wearing your purple one whilst you're wearing the red one) with his hair still tangled in a floral mess from the night before and shiro can't stop smiling because it was such a precious innocent moment in a precedented time

that's how everyone knows keith is whipped and iverson just has to get them back on track lmao

omg also guess what?? season eight doesn't exist in this timeline so allura is alive and though there's no new altea

and now that the war is over yk y'all do your respective epilogue things and you go back to running a kingdom alongside your diplomatic advisor allura

the war brought y'all sm closer even if team voltron is scattered across the galaxy

because coming together on flosferam is the way to go so everyone can disconnect from the technology and just be free (everyone is still scared of rayla and i don't blame them; maybe not allura though she probs is like in love with her, take with that what you will, but it's up to y'all if you like them lmao)

but life is nice and you guess you're grateful for rayla being rayla or else you never would have met keith the way you did :)

[youraveragenicaddict]

MASTERLIST

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

[tommiruewrites]

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

Cling to You

word count: 0.5k + bonus

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

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

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

remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing <3

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

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

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

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

“There you are!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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EXTRA HC'S:

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

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

While Tewkesbury is extremely extroverted, you are quite the opposite

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

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

Thankfully Tewkesbury is always by your side

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

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

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

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

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[morganwrites12672]

okay hi again! I absolutely LOVED the imagine you wrote for Tewksbury x Holmes!fem!reader, so I was hoping you could maybe write a continuation of that one but with the scene from the movie where they finally confess? thanks! ❤️

Ofc! Thank for not making me cry by asking nicely! And not insulting something I spent lots of time on(blind!max anon)!

I would literally write the entire movie for you

Tewkesbury x Reader

This little assignment was so difficult, you had Tewkesbury breathing down your neck, Sherlock was concerned, enola was concerned, and nothing was going well.

"Do you want to know what the fan meant?" He asked you. You were standing outside, you had to go, the case-

"It meant I love you," he blurts. You gasp and walk back up the steps. Why you?

"I love you to," you blurt without thinking, not a single thought in your head was of someone or something other than Tewkesbury.

"So, what does this mean?" He asks leaning in close. What did it mean?

You had so many good memories together. He had brought you a flower that had meant beauty, he was perfect. He met every requirement. Cute and a gentleman.

You really loved him, but what if Enola did? Could you date him? Would it make you a bad sister? And how would Sherlock feel about you dating?

"I guess you could say we are a couple?" You almost ask. Wasn't that what's two people who loved each other were?

A couple. You could definitely get used to that term. But only if it was with the perfect man, Tewkesbury.

"A couple," he repeats with a smile and presses a soft kiss to your lips. He pulls away with a smile, one spread across your lips to.

"A couple," you repeat and run off to go finish this case. The last piece of evidence had clocked in your mind.

A couple. You couldn't get the thought out of your head, Tewkesbury. He loved you! But wait, you loved him.

You were both in love, true love.

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[youraveragenicaddict]

CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST🎄

Hello, this is going to be my Christmas masterlist, that I’ll update everyday, starting December 1st (series), and when i get a request, I’ll write it as fast as I can :))

FEEL FREE TO REQUEST FANFICTIONS, CHRISTMAS-Y OR NOT.

24 DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS SERIES 

x Various!Characters

DAY 1

Charlie Gillespie X Fem!Reader

DAY 2

James ‘’Bucky’’ Barnes X Fem!Reader

DAY 3

Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

DAY 4

Christmas At The Weasley’s / Various Characters X Fem!Reader

DAY 5

Loki Laufeyson X Fem!Reader

DAY 6

Draco Malfoy X Fem!Reader

DAY 7

Lord Tewkesbury X Fem!Reader

DAY 8

Loki Laufeyson X Fem!Reader

DAY 9

Severus Snape X Reader

[nix-rose]

Oh my GOODNESS! This was perfect!! Thank you so much💜

Tewksbury x fem!Reader I honestly dont mind if this is an angst oneshot, its completely up to you. If you want some more structure lmk and ill come up with some💜

Summary : *the request*

Warnings : just pure fluff

@nix-rose

*not proofread*

Tewksbury was taking a walk through the park he always go through, today he wasn't in any rush, as he had nothing iportnat he needed to do. He was sitting on a bench, just enjoying the scenery, when he noticed a girl, she had an easle in front of her and it appeared that she was painting something.

He saw other pieces of art scattered around her when he looked back at her, she quickly snapped her head back to the painting. He was curious but decided just to ignore it, seeing as he was a Lord now, and she might just be surprised so see him in the park around this time of day.

About an hour goes by, and Tewksbury noticed the girl staring at him more and more. She thought she was being sneeky, but much to her avail, she was not. He got suspicious, thinking 'what if she's going to kill me... maybe she's like the man in the brown bowler hat!' His suspicions were proved wrong when he snuck up behind the girl to see her painting him, sitting on the park bench.

She went to look over to the bench again, to see him not there. She looked at her surroundings, trying to find the young lord. Her long hair flowingas she did so. Tewksbury took notice of this and the way her face contorted into one of frustration and confusion as her eyes kept searching for him.

He hid behind he easle as she stood up to see if maybe he was coming back. But when she saw nothing, she sat back down and looked up to her easle, flinching and falling backwards off of her stool, as she screamed out in shock.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I was just curious as to what you were painting." he said in a calming tone, trying to seem less intimidating. He truly didn't mean to scare her he just wanted to see how far she would go to find him again.

"No, it's fine. It's my fault honestly." she spoke softly, almost like a whisper, as he saw her cheeks heat up in embarrasment. "Don't be embarrassed, it looks really good, it's almost like staringat a refelction of myself." he spoke trying to reassure her everything was fine.

"It's not finshed, I haven't finished the face." she said softly. Tewksbury could see the panic fade from her features but saw it twist up into somthing he though tto be sadness? HE couldn't make her sad, not on their first encounter. He wanted to see eachother more, and if he made her sad there was no way she would want to see him again.

So he ran, all the way back to the bench he had previouslybeen sitting at, in the same position he was sat in just before he had terrifieed the poor girl. "What are you doing?" sh easked curious as to why he would run all the way over there and pose the same. "Letting you finish your painting, you said you didn't finish the face, so finish it. You can't leave a portrait undone now can you?" he told her, wantnig to make her happy again.

So she did, she finsihed the painting, only about 25 minutes later, she was finally done and called him over. "So, what do you think?" she asked quite giddily he noticed. "It's wonderful, I must have this hung up in my castle, if I can take it." he sent a quizical look her way. "I think I quite like this one, maybe I want to keep it..... I'm only joking ofcourse you can have it." she said teasing him. "Great, how much do I owe you for it?" he asked ready to pay full of whatever price you named. "It's free, you can have it. It is a painting of you ofcourse, and I didn't really ask befoe starting it." she told him. "Nonsense, I must pay you.... Well atleast let me take you somewhere, I would like to spend more time with you if you would like that too?" he said when she shook her head, as to say, 'you don't have to pay for it'.

Sh eofcourse said yes, and he helped pack up her painting supplies so they could go somehwre else, somewhere more private. They ended up going to a meadow and her drawing more sketches of him and the field, as he wathed her with admiration in his eyes. They asked questions about eachother trying to learn different things about one another.

"Well I live in a cottage with my mother,, we live right down that pathway," she stated as she pointed to a pathway leading out of the meadow. "we're not very rich, but we make the most of it. It's just my mother and I, it always has been, and she works at the bakery she owns in town."

A few minutes go by and she stops talking to draw the daisies in the field again, as he once again admires her and her beauty. "Can I see your sketch book?" he asked. She handed it to him, he flips through the pages seeing pictures of him from today, and scenery from all over London. He was astonished. He saw mor epictures of things like flowers, and what he guessed was her mother.

"These are extraordinary, you have to publish these somewhere.You could make a fortune off of these." he suggested fasinated by her artwork. "They're not that good. I probably wouldn't sell anything, and even if I did, I have no where to sell and no way to get the word out." she tried dissmissing the suggestion convinsing herslef it would never work.

"You could sell them in the park, I could help. Not with the painting ofcourse but everything else." she obliged sayikng sh ecould try in a few days.

He looked at her again, admiring her beauty and everything else about her. He thought of how much he liked her, possibly even loved her! That couldn't be he's only known her but less than 24 hours, but it feels right, he loves her!

Meanwhile she thinks about how she's gotten to know more about him these past few hours,she had a feeling towards him but she couldn't quite label it just yet. They were both admiring eachother for a few moments longer before he blurted out, "Can I kiss you?" in the softest most love-sick tone he could have mustered.

He hesitated before going to appologise. But before he could she responded, not with words but with a chaste kiss, full of love and admiration. That's what that feeling love, she finally figured out what it was, it was love!

"I love you!" they both said in unison, giggling and sealing it with another kiss, more passionate this time. Knowing how they both had felt.

I guess you could say, this was love at first sight.

Thank you so kuch for this request @nix-rose I loved writing it and hope you love it just as kuch as I do.

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