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"특(S-Class)" M/V Teaser 2

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Enola: My nincompoop is too tall for me to kiss him, what do I do?

Eudoria: Punch him in the stomach, then when your boy doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Edith: Tackle him!

Mycroft: Dump him.

Sherlock: Kick your boy in the shin.

Tewkesbury: NO ENOLA! NO TO ALL OF THOSE, JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN!

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THWE PIG

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I feel like I've sent this before but;

CYM as Enola Holmes characters?

it deserves repeating!! let's see...

you are enola

@zaypay is edith

@starlit-epiphany is tewkesbury

@retvenkos is sherlock

@w1shes43 is cicely

thank you for taking part in my 7k celebration!

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the daniels gave a shout out to joan darling tonight and that was MY best picture. i love you joan darling i miss you joan darling

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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.

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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".

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You are the GOD of writing yearning. It’s always so palpable and I’m always left blushing. Romantic or Sexual, it doesn’t matter. You’re literally in my top 5 favorite tumblr blogs.

AWWWWWW BABES!!!!!!!!!!!! WAILING SCREAMING SOBBING!!!!!!!! <3333333

Listen Tewkesbury is my current brain rot (stage 5 and chronic) and he is the god of experiencing yearning!!!!!! Match made in heaven!!!!!!!! perfect opportunity to drop some Tewkes yearning for you quotes!!!!

pov tewkes and you finally end up in a heated love confession bc he's been waking up in a cold sweat at night craving your touch and your adorable obliviousness is finally about to make him fuckin snap

"I wish they would retract my status as an eligible bachelor in the society pages, but I more so wish that you would be the one to rescind that title for me."

"There is nowhere far enough for you to run that could remove you from my thoughts, and there is no length too great that I should not follow."

"You plague my mind. You consume my every thought. Every moment, waking and asleep, I ache for you."

"I am coming unone, I am unraveling at the mere thought of you! Each moment I spend in your presence is another moment spent wishing for you to consume my very being!"

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You Have My Attention: Dangerous Damsels First Lines

India Holton's Dangerous Damsels books were a DELIGHTFUL discovery for me, and she's one of those authors whose writing style I genuinely adore so much that I caught myself reading for the writing. I would read a paragraph, luxuriate in the way this author constructs a sentence, then realize I got to read that paragraph AGAIN because I was so wrapped up in the technical aspects of the writing that I'd missed the plot. I adore the way these books are written, and they had me at hello. So how did these books catch me? Let's look at their first lines.

There was no possibility of walking to the library that day. Morning rain had blanched the air, and Miss Darlington feared that if Cecilia ventured out she would develop a cough and be dead within the week. Therefore Cecilia was at home, sitting with her aunt in a room ten degrees colder than the streets of London, and reading aloud The Song of Hiawatha by "that American rogue, Mr. Longfellow," when the strange gentleman knocked at their door.

-- The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

Charlotte could listen no more in silence. For several minutes now a young man at the teahouse counter had been abusing a waiter with language that pierced her soul. She tried to behave as the other customers and look away--after all, who did not understand the pain of being disappointed in one's hopes for a warm current scone? But finally her patience broke, and she simple had to speak by such means as were within her reach--namely a volume of Dickens she had been reading over tea and sandwiches.

-- The League of Gentlewomen Witches

It was the best of dress shops, it was the worst of dress shops. It sold the most beautiful garments, it sold the ugliest scraps, and Miss Primula Tewkes fell in love and despair as she walked amongst its displays. Her maid, Alice Dearlove, followed like a shadow, black-garbed and silent, arms full of hatboxes. Primula declared herself to be in Heaven, but Alice privately wished the lady would go direct the other way.

-- The Secret Service of Tea and Treason

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Darling | Enola x Tewkesbury

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She began nibbling at her blueberry scone before speaking.

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

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

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

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

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

"Enola," Tewksbury had cooed, saddened.

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

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

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

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

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

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It’s their second year of uni and Enola is complaining to Tewks that he needs to update Basil Storm’s website to match the stores modern look.

“You can’t have a website for your store and not have an about us page with your face!” She whined.

“It’s a flower shop Enola, I don’t have anything to do with it.”

Sarah smirked at him. “I mean you’ll probably sell more flowers if the girls and the gays know how hot you are.”

Enola kicked her from under the table, and Sarah chuckled.

Tewksbury just groaned, and hid behind his menu.

“It’s for the greater good!” Said Will.

Reluctantly, Tewksbury agreed. Sarah picked out the clothes from the charity shop, did his hair, and Will helped with the lighting. The whole thing came together quickly and flawlessly, and Enola left the makeshift shoot with a promise that she’d send over the photo by the next day.

Which is how Enola ended up here, staring at the photo of her best friend, which she was supposed to be editing mind you, finding it impossible to deny that she wasn’t a little bit in love with him.

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Where's the lie

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Oiiii, booklovers!

Primeiramente, peço desculpas aos meus companheiros fãs de AWAE por estar tocando na nossa ferida, porém não consegui pensar em nenhum cancelamento que doeu mais do q esse 🥲

Maaaas, mudando de assunto, quem nunca desistiu de uma saga de livros? Fiquei até meio chocada com a quantidade de desistências que tive kkkkkk

🍁| O Beijo Traiçoeiro - Erin Beaty

Esse livro é o primeiro de uma trilogia, seguido por A Missão Traiçoeira e O Reino Traiçoeiro. Pessoalmente, não curti muito o rumo que o romance tomou e também os eventos do final do livro.

Sage Fowler tem uma língua afiada e um temperamento rebelde, o que faz com que seja julgada como inapta para o casamento. Então, ela se torna aprendiz de casamenteira e agora deve acompanhar a comitiva de jovens damas da nobreza a caminho de um evento onde várias alianças matrimoniais são firmadas.

Sage fica com a tarefa de descobrir tudo o que puder sobre as garotas, para que sejam combinadas da melhor forma possível. Entretanto, a escolta militar percebe uma conspiração e Sage é recrutada por um belo soldado para conseguir informações.

🍁| Era uma Vez um Coração Partido - Stephanie Garber

Sei que esse é o queridinho de muita gente, mas (1) eu realmente não gosto muito de fantasia e (2) eu tentei mesmo me envolver na história, tanto que até li o segundo volume, porém não rolou. Sei lá, esse negócio de "mocinho vilão" não colou muito comigo. E olhe que às vezes eu gosto dos vilões.

Evangeline Fox cresceu acreditando em finais felizes e amores verdadeiros, mas todas as suas crenças são abaladas ao descobrir que o amor de sua vida se casará com outra pessoa. Desesperada, ela aceita fazer um acordo com Jacks, famoso por seu poder mítico. Em troca, ele pede três beijos de Evangeline, que devem ser dados em momentos e locais escolhidos previamente.

Entretanto, negociar com imortais é perigoso e logo Evangeline descobre que o Príncipe de Copas quer algo muito além de seus beijos.

🍁| Enola Holmes - Nancy Springer

Tá aqui um daqueles casos raros onde a adaptação é melhor que o livro. Sou totalmente apaixonada pelos dois filmes de Enola Holmes, mas não consegui passar do primeiro volume. A avaliação no Skoob tbm não tá muito acima de 3,5★ então acho que muita gente concorda comigo nessa questão.

A história é quase a mesma do filme. Enola é a "ovelha negra" da família, a mãe dela some, ela vai atrás da mãe, descobre que estão procurando um marquês que desapareceu e resolve se envolver no caso. Mas não espere romance pq aqui o Tewk só tem uns 12/13 anos, então não acontece nada - e duvido que ele apareça nos próximos volumes também.

🍁| Os Rokesbys - Julia Quinn

A escrita da Julia Quinn é maravilhosa e viciante, porém ela sempre puxa pro lado "+18" do romance, o que eu detesto. Nada contra quem gosta, mas acho desnecessário. Sendo assim, só cheguei a ler Uma Dama Fora dos Padrões.

Todos esperam que Billie Bridgerton se case com um dos irmãos Rokesbys, já que as duas famílias são vizinhas há séculos e Billie costumava brincar com Edward e Andrew. Qualquer um deles seria um marido perfeito.

Mas há um irmão Rokesby que Billie não suporta: George, o mais velho e herdeiro do condado, também arrogante e irritante. Billie tem certeza de que ele não gosta nem um pouco dela, o que sem dúvidas é conveniente.

Até que o destino os junta de uma maneira inusitada e algo novo surge entre eles.

🍁| Cidade da Música - Babi Dewet

Devemos apoiar os escritores nacionais, mas não dá pra passar pano...achei o livro mega sem graça. A narração mudava do nada (foi meu primeiro livro com dois povs, oq também não contribuiu) e o enredo foi super clichê. Deixando claro, é uma duologia e li Sonata em Punk Rock.

Valentina Gontcharov foi aceita no conservatório de música mais famoso do país, a Academia Margareth Vilela. No conservatório, ela terá que superar seus medos e inseguranças pra mostrar do que é capaz, mesmo que isso signifique abraçar seu talento para a música clássica. Só que, o talentoso e arrogante Kim cruza seu caminho, dificultando sua vida.

Se querem minha sincera opinião, aconselho assistir Kally's Mashup. A história é parecida, só que melhor - a segunda temporada e o filme não são lá essas coisas, mas pra quem gosta de um romance leve e bem slow burn, com certeza vai amar essa série. Ela foi o auge dos meus surtos quando eu tinha 11 anos e sou meio obcecada até hoje kkkkkkk

🍁| Um de Nós Está Mentindo - Karen M. McManus

Acho que o hype desse livro caiu um pouco nos últimos tempos - principalmente com a chegada de Manual de Assassinato para Garotas Boas -, mas ele ainda é bem conhecido. Na minha opinião, toda essa história é uma palhaçada. Cheguei no final me perguntando "sério que li tudo isso pra a solução ser essa daqui?"

Cinco alunos vão parar na detenção da escola e apenas quatro saem com vida. Todos são suspeitos e cada um tem algo a esconder. Qual deles matou Simon, o criador do mais famoso app de fofocas da escola? Será que o assassino está realmente entre eles?

🍁| A Seleção - Kiera Cass

Se for pra começar uma treta literária, vai ser hoje, pq já falei "mal" de uns quatro famosinhos só nesse post kkkkkkk

Não é que eu odeie A Seleção. Tive uma fase "fã" da saga entre 2019 e 2021, mas depois comecei a achar a história meio "meh". Tbm temos que considerar o fato de que comecei a ler pelo quarto volume (foi um dos primeiros livros ""grandes"" que eu comprei, não sabia que era uma saga).

Enfim, em resumo, nesse país chamado Illéa, há uma seleção para escolher a próxima rainha, ou seja, várias garotas da província participam de um "sorteio" para irem até o palácio, onde passarão a conviver com o príncipe - e uma delas conquistará seu coração. America Singer não nem se inscrever. Porém, depois de toda a insistência da mãe, ela acabou participando. E sendo selecionada.

O post da semana demorou, mas saiu! Na semana que vem tbm vai ser meio complicado - e no começo de novembro -, mas prometo dar um jeitinho!

P.S: tô lendo Os Davenport.

Bjs e boas leiturassss <3333

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The Arrangement

by enola28 “Why don’t you make Enola your beard?” Tewksbury asked. Henry handed back his phone and raised his eyebrow. “Why would you want me to do that? So she’d stop getting propositioned all the time?” Henry said. Tewksbury felt the heat rising in his cheeks. He took another sip of his beer, and hoped the cold liquid would cool it down. __________ OR Enola comes up with a scheme to prevent herself from getting hit on all the time. Tewksbury is more than happy to let his gay best friend have this one. At least, he thinks he is. Words: 1252, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of What, like it's hard? Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Enola Holmes (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Enola Holmes, Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor & Enola Holmes, Enola Holmes/Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor & Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury Additional Tags: Henry's crush on Alex is mentioned, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Minor Injuries, Tewks buys himself time to figure out his relationship with Enola, only Enola had the exact same thought, Crushes, Jealous Viscount "Tewky" Tewksbury, Teasing, post-case shenanigans via https://ift.tt/cWed5qS

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Tewkesbury x Gn reader, them being both love sick idiots

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Tewkesbury is meant to be paying attention, but he’s not. Again. Enola’s been trying to brief him on all the latest scatterbrained clues she’s somehow twisting together into one intricate braid of a plan, but it all just sounds like fragments of nothing to him. When Tewkesbury has no idea what’s going on, he zones out. It’s not his fault.

In his defense, there is a lot happening in his life at the moment. If his position in the House of Lords didn’t bring him enough trouble already, because Parliament is an active traincar hurtling towards a new wreck every week, Enola’s gotten them both wound up in yet another murder case. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if she’s causing these things just to give them a bit of entertainment. It seems likely at least half the time.

There’s something else on his mind, too, if Tewkesbury is in the habit of being honest. Someone, technically. There’s someone who’s come into his life, someone new, someone extraordinary, and the thoughts of where they were and what they were doing recently are far more pleasant thoughts than Enola’s discovery of two bodies with their throats slit.

Someone claps their hands right in front of his eyes and Tewkesbury flinches back, startled. He squints irritably at Enola, who glares right back at him. “What was that for?”

Enola’s scowl has been perfected over practice. “You’re not focusing. I’ve been talking about only the weather for the last three minutes and you never even noticed the abrupt change of subject.”

Tewkesbury frowns. “That would explain why I was suddenly thinking about storm clouds. It is supposed to rain later tonight, though. Excellent observation.”

Enola just huffs, vexed. “I had made several other excellent observations if you were in the habit of listening to me, which you’re not, obviously. So what’s up with you, then?”

He blinks at her in surprise. “What, sorry?”

Enola waves a hand at him in consternation. “You’re pretty clearly preoccupied with something else. What in the world could possibly be more important than another murder case? Has Parliament passed another bloody terrible law, then?”

Tewkesbury shakes his head. “No, not that. Well, yes, they’re always making awful compromises, but that wasn’t what I was thinking of.”

“Then what was it, then?” Enola asks. “Spit it out so we can get back to business. Otherwise you’re just going to go back to thinking about it again.”

“Wise thinking,” Tewkesbury admits. “Very well, then. I was thinking about someone I like.”

He can’t help but smile as he says it at the thought of this particular person. He waits for Enola to do something Enola-like such as swat him on the shoulder or complain to the heavens about why she was burdened with such an easily distracted partner in solving crime, but neither reaction occurs. Instead, she just shrugs and says she figured as much.

It’s funny, he can still remember a time in which Enola would vigorously tease him for so much as mentioning a conversation between himself and someone he was thinking of courting, but no more, it seems. She’s grown up. He has too. They’ve had no choice in the matter, not after what they’ve been through. Time comes for everyone, you either survive or find yourself buried alive in the past. Tewkesbury has been doing his best to continue outrunning the boy he had been, and it appears that Enola has been sprinting just as hard as him.

Regardless, he’s pleased by it. Tewkesbury recently bruised his shoulder and he doesn’t think he’d appreciate a swat aimed in its general direction any time soon. 

“So?” Enola prods. “Who’s the mysterious person? I want details. Do I have competition in the solving of crimes? Because if so, you’ll have to let them know that they have to find someone else. I’m not interested in you for a courtship, of course, but I’ve already gone to the trouble of telling you all my clues, I don’t want to have to train anyone else in the matter.”

Tewkesbury snorts. “You’ll have no worries on that front. No, I’m not solving mysteries with this person, and yes, I am courting them. You’re safe on both counts.”

Enola’s brow furrows. “If you’re not solving crimes, why are you possibly interested in them?”

He just barely manages to turn his laugh into a polite cough. “Not all of us are quite so tempted in stabbings and lacerations, Enola. She’s a perfectly lovely person, we get along splendidly. They listen to me talk about plants and I love walking about the town with them.”

She narrows her gaze at him. “You haven’t mentioned a single name thus far. Who is this mysterious interest of yours?”

This time he does snort in disbelief. “You’ve got to be out of your mind if you think I’m telling you any identifying information. You’d stalk them or something.”

“It would only be for your own good,” Enola frowns, “Shame, though. I was sort of thinking about setting you up with one of my friends. They’re tough as nails and very clever in the whole investigation business, I would have thought you’d like them. Perhaps they were too good for you, though, since you won’t take any of this as seriously as you should.”

Tewkesbury rolls his eyes. “I’m sure. Okay, you’ve wrung me of information. Go on with your clues, I’m paying attention this time.”

“Are you sure?” She asks, suspicious.

“Of course I’m sure,” he tells her. He’s not. Mere moments after Enola turns back to her tracings of plaques and hastily scribbled down house addresses, Tewkesbury is thinking fondly of the time they’d walked through the gardens east of this place. There had been the most beautiful medicinal herbs, and absolutely no murders. Truly a wonderful experience.

It would have been a better use of Tewkesbury’s time to have focused, though, because as Enola is reviewing her information, she gasps with a sudden realization and then they have to take off through the streets in search of a key eyewitness they had previously overlooked. That eyewitness turned out to have been behind it all, and then Tewkesbury blinked and found himself being held at gunpoint. How joyous.

The guy’s damn near crazy, leading to Tewkesbury to wonder again why on earth he keeps finding himself mixed up in all of this. He and Enola are both trying to reason with the guy, goading him into dropping his guard at least just a little bit so Enola can get the jump on him, but every time their attacker’s hand dips a millimeter, he raises it just as quickly.

There’s no getting out of this, or so it seems, at least. Every minute, the guy seems more and more inclined to shoot them both and get rid of any evidence that he’d been involved in all this. Out of the corner of his eye, Tewkesbury catches a flash of motion, but it’s probably just wishful thinking. The two of them had set off in quite a rush for the eyewitness’ location in the hopes of hearing useful clues before the police or other investigators could catch up to them, which unfortunately means that no one will be coming to save them.

Or, perhaps that might not be the case after all. The flicker of movement comes again, this time not from Tewkesbury’s side but in front of him. A silhouette emerges from the gloom behind their attacker. Tewkesbury does his best to keep his gaze firmly trained on the guy waving a gun at him, which isn’t too difficult to do, just to make sure the murderer doesn’t catch onto their rescuer before any saving of lives can occur.

The blink of an eye; the shine of dim lighting on wood, and then their would-be killer is out like a light, limbs sprawling on the ground. The gun doesn’t go off, thankfully, and Tewkesbury kicks it under a nearby table and out of harm's way as soon as he can.

While he’s handling the weapon, he hears Enola’s voice rise with delight. “And here I thought we were the only ones in this case! Y/N, you’re the best.”

“Just like always, huh?” Their rescuer says, and then Tewkesbury’s whipping around, unable to hide the thrilled grin on his face.

“Y/N?” He asks, confused but wonderfully happy.

They’re grinning at him too, even more so when Tewkesbury rushes forward to wrap his arms around them, spinning them off of the ground in one excited loop. It’s not too proper of him, of course, but there is no one to see them here but Enola, and he really, really, likes seeing Y/N, especially when they’re saving him from death by bullet.

Enola is still definitely here, though, and she’s staring between Tewkesbury and Y/N as if she’s lost her mind. “I’m sorry, when did the two of you ever know each other? Least of all well enough to do all of that?”

Tewkesbury laughs. “I believe I forgot to do introductions. Enola, this is Y/N, the person I was speaking of earlier.”

Enola’s jaw drops. “You’re courting Y/N L/N? No. No, they would have told me. Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?”

Y/N just grins. “You’re the master detective, I assumed I wouldn’t have to tell you.”

Something is dawning on Tewkesbury, and he looks between Y/N and Enola with mounting levels of shock. “Wait, Enola, when you said you were sad to hear I was courting someone because you wanted to set me up with your friend, did you mean Y/N?”

“Yes,” Enola confirms, “I didn’t realize you were actually seeing them, though.”

He nods. “Do you take back what you said about them being too good for me, then?”

“No,” Enola says cheerfully.

Y/N grins. “I’m just glad to hear I’m highly thought of.”

Enola harrumphs. “Tewkesbury’s also highly thought of, apparently. Y/N can’t stop talking to me about this fantastic boy they’ve been seeing, how he’s just wonderful and courteous and brilliant and whatnot. They wouldn’t tell me a name either.”

Tewkesbury looks at Y/N with a grin, who’s conspicuously not meeting his eyes. “You said all those nice things about me to Enola? Really?”

“No need to bring it up again,” they whisper, but he couldn’t care less.

“I think we should bring it up more often, actually,” he tells them, “again and again. I’ll tell you all the wonderful things I told Enola about you. It’ll be a deal.”

Y/N is smiling at him again, blinding and beautiful, and it’s more than enough to convince Tewkesbury to ignore Enola in the back talking about how she’d rather get shot by the murderer than listen to the two of them keep up this nonsense any longer.

The comment does serve to remind Tewkesbury of their purpose here, though. There’s no reason to stick around any longer, and Enola heads out quickly to alert the police of the murderer trying to kill them. That leaves Tewkesbury and Y/N to leave the building by themselves.

Tewkesbury sticks his head out the door with a grimace. “It’s raining,” he tells them.

Y/N frowns. “Drat. I’d worry about my clothes, but I smudged them already trying to grab something heavy to beat that guy with.”

“And you did a marvelous job with the beating,” Tewkesbury promises them. “Completely worth the cost of the clothes.”

He steps out into the rain and extends a hand to them. Y/N accepts it with a smile, allowing him to pull them into a spin before coming to him again. They’ve danced with each other before at various functions and galas, but this time is more fun, more free. 

The rain drums on the rooftops, providing them with all the melody they’ll ever need. Tewkesbury listens to the patter of their feet on the road, the laughter echoing between the two of them. He watches Y/N’s arms raise as they spin, how their hand fits perfectly in his every time. He looks, and he smiles, and he thinks that he would be absolutely content with this being forever. He never wants to leave this moment, and for now, at least, he never will. The rain beats on, and the two of them dance.

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”ahoy there 😏 the names tewksbury😜, but you can call me tewks for short 😘”

stop the way we were cackling 😭