#tewkesbury

[miss-crazy-rose]

I can’t believe Tewkesbury is the OG “stressed out young adult who owns too many house plants”

#“’I want to change the world and take care of my plant’ that boy is a gen z #enola holmes #enola holmes 2 #tewkesbury #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

Enola: He's not my boy.

Eudoria, Edith, and Sherlock: He's not?

Tewkesbury: I'm not?

#enola x tewkesbury #enola holmes #tewkesbury #they are dating FINALLY #eudoria holmes #sherlock holmes #enola holmes 2 #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #edith grayston

[carebooks]

I can’t wait for Enola Holmes 3 because I absolutely need a scene with Tewkesbury and the one and only Dr. John Watson make conversation and comment on the Holmes siblings they love very much just go into monologue and ramble as they unravel the mystery.

they’re such brilliant weirdos and they love them so very much

#holmesbury #enola holmes #enola 2 #tewkesbury #sherlock holmes #dr. john watson #john watson

[fluffylavenderstormclouds]

Everything I loved in Enola Holmes 2 (feel free to add anything I missed)

“Tewkesbury” *said in most proud future brother in law voice*

THE SHERLOCK AND WATSON CAMEO (AND THEY WERE FLATMATES) (OMG THEY WERE FLATMATES)

“Nincompoop” “coward” *they love each other*

Pay what you can

*visits park in hopes of passing her*

DRUNK SHERLOCK

Hungover Sherlock (basically) : here enola take this week old half of a tea cake and go, toodaloo

No thoughts just Enola teaching Tewkesbury to fight and then kissing him

While we’re on that note, “teach me to fight” vs “teach me to dance”

Just Enola fighting for those who can’t the entire movie

#romanticallylookingovereachotherswounds

Maybe you could come check up on me sometime

The sibling bonding that we all needed

Tewkesbury being in awe and slightly terrified of his danger chasing detective girlfriend and future brother in law

Tewkesbury’s plant filled house

Enola being jealous over Tewkesbury’s potential love interests

#enola holmes #enola x tewkesbury #Enola Holmes 2 #absolute 10/10 #will be using for my day dreams #sibling bonding #Sherlock Holmes #Tewkesbury

[zanephillips]

LOUIS PARTRIDGE  Enola Holmes 2 (2022)

#louis partridge #enola holmes #enola holmes 2 #lord tewksbury #filmedit #movies #film #moviegifs #filmgifs #perioddramaedit #louispartridgeedit #enolaholmesedit #enolaholmes2edit #periodedit #gifs #gif #mine #* #tewkesbury #tewkesburyedit

[sagelovesbooks]

Holding Him.

Tag: Fluff, angst. No smut.

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

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

Tewkesbury couldn't breathe.



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All he needs right now is you.

#louis partridge #enola holmes #tewkesbury x reader #lord tewksbury #viscount tewksbury #tewkesbury #tewkesbury x y/n #tewkesbury imagine #louis partridge x reader #louis partridge imagine #tewkesbury x you #fluff imagine #angst imagine #fluff and angst #y/n

[omniavincitamor]

ENOLA & TEWKESBURY in ENOLA HOLMES 2

#enola holmes 2 #enola holmes #holmesbury #enola x tewkesbury #tewkesbury

[itsstreetlove]

Lone Swan

Tewkesbury ~ River Avon

November 2023

#photographers on tumblr #original photographers #black and white photography #tewkesbury

[hqlmsbury]

Love confession scenes are greater than kiss scenes change my mind you can’t

#enola holmes 2 #Enola holmes #tewkesbury #enola x tewkesbury #holmesbury #millie and louis #millie bobby brown #louis partridge

[s1ater]

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

Thank you🖤

Have a great night/morning🥂🌃

couple's questions.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

about. above

warnings. swearing

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

who asked who out first?

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

“yeah, after millie made you.”

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

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

“you know about that?”

favorite memory together?

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

"i have to agree."

he's struck offended.

wallpapers?

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

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

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

favorite gift one has received/given?

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

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

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

you laugh lightly, running your eyes along his jaw.

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

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

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

who gets annoyed the most?

“louis.”

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

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

"yeah, sure; me."

night in or night out?

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

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

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

not totally anyways.

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

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

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

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

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

"lou absolutely can not live without his phone."

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

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

"since when?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

navigation.

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[heliads]

Okay so here come the Enola Holmes requests; hear me out, Tewksbury best friends to lovers where the reader makes things out of paper and tries to teach Tewksbury how to make paper flowers when he asks. He SUCKS at it, but he's head over heels for her and so he spends hours alone practicing and he makes her this cute bouquet out of newspaper and maybe it has like a little love confession note or something in it idk idk but my brain is in overdrive rn

YES this idea is literally the cutest thing ever to me, hope i did it justice!

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Tewkesbury doesn’t know that he’s lost until he sees her. It’s been too long since he’s been able to get away like this, trade off the drama of the House of Lords and every rule he’s expected to follow for the actual thrills of life. It may be his destiny to grow so deeply entrenched in politics that he stops seeing the difference between his working life and the rest of his waking one, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Needless to say, the second he was able to skive off another day spent around the members of Parliament, Tewkesbury did so with a flourish. He could think of nothing better than tracking down his best friend and spending the rest of the weekend annoying her without pause, but now that he’s actually here, he finds himself coming up short. It was supposed to be nothing out of the ordinary, these couple of days away, but yet when Tewkesbury stares at the girl who’s been like a sister all of these years, he suddenly wishes that connection would disappear in his head forever.

The problem is that the girl who looks up at him with a smile when she sees him looks different somehow, as if spending a mere month or two out of her company has been enough to completely rewrite Tewkesbury’s entire mental picture of her. Do her eyes always shine like that when she sees him, or is that new? Has he always wanted to smile like mad whenever they’re together, or is that the lingering affection of some new affliction Tewkesbury doesn’t think he could name if he tried?

It shakes him to the core, this sudden feeling. One moment, he’s rounding the corner to meet up with a friend, just that, and then he’s looking at this girl and all he can think about is that he never wants to leave her side again. Politics can go to hell without him. Tewkesbury only has an excuse to leave the government buildings for this weekend, but he wishes it could be forever.

He doesn’t have all of eternity to ponder this, though. Y/N L/N races up to him when their eyes meet, and then he’s standing before her, breathless and wondering how on earth he is supposed to go about as if nothing has changed when he’s pretty sure that every possible thing has.

Y/N, however, seems utterly devoid of the miraculous transformation currently wreaking havoc in between Tewkesbury’s ribs. “It’s wonderful to see you,” she beams, “I was beginning to think that you’d gone ahead and moved into the Palace of Westminster forever. I haven’t seen you in years.”

Tewkesbury finds it within himself to scoff at this blatant lie. “That’s absurd. I saw you not seven weeks ago.”

Y/N arches a disbelieving brow. “Yes, seven weeks ago. That’s a perfectly ordinary time to go without visiting your best friend even once, you traitor.”

Tewkesbury clasps a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. “Cruel. I have never once been a traitor to you.”

He doesn’t know that he could, now. He can’t imagine a world in which he is not following her around, either in endless loops around the London streets or in constant cycles of daydreams in which Tewkesbury is able to put an actual name to the emotions currently driving him mad.

Y/N grins. “I’m glad to hear it. I was worried for a second there, you know.”

“No you weren’t,” Tewkesbury laughs.

“Perhaps not,” Y/N says with an elaborate shrug, “but I like to keep you on your toes. It makes for a more dramatic weekend if we’re both slinging accusations left and right.”

“Not as fun, though,” he argues.

Y/N concedes this point through a solemn nod. “No, not as fun. I’ve never had to worry about fun with you, though.”

She looks up at him with a smile, and Tewkesbury thinks that his heart might explode out of his chest. He wants to say something, needs to say something, but all he can manage is–

“You know what would be fun? If you showed me how to make those paper crafts. I know you can do it, I’ve seen you make tons of stuff from paper before. It’s really cool, and I missed seeing you do it. I missed–”

He cuts off the hopeless flood of words before he can say something incriminating like that he missed her, but Tewkesbury gets the feeling that he’s already said too much. Also too little at the same time; Y/N promises him that they’ll get to make the paper shapes as requested, but he swears her face drops a little, like she could sense that there was something Tewkesbury was trying to say but just couldn’t manage. He wants to try again, but the words choke up his throat and he can’t get out a single syllable.

Instead, he contents himself with watching Y/N as they walk, how the sun dapples her skin with endless patterns of gold. He watches as they leave the streets as well, once they head for Y/N’s house down the block. Tewkesbury pushes the door open; it’s always been more of his home than any other corner or annex of his family place. This is where he feels at peace, and although he’s always thought that was just what came with finding a friend like Y/N, he’s starting to think that it could be more. That maybe they could be more.

It is a false hope, however, and one that will only serve to make him bleed, to rob the happiness from his chest whenever Tewkesbury looks over and sees Y/N. They are friends, compatriots, brethren in a war that all young children grown old must face at some point. Never have they been closer, and never has he wished that they could be closer still.

He’s caught staring as they head up the stairs, and he looks away hastily although the damage is done. Y/N laughs at the blush forming on his cheeks. Although Tewkesbury reacts by habit and shoves her with an outstretched, playful arm, he can’t seem to stop his hand from lingering there on her shoulder, fingers reaching as if to pluck some sort of love out of her through willpower alone.

He finds it not, though, and is forced to stay satisfied with smiling to himself and wondering if the rest of his life will be like this, just watching and hoping for a happy ending that may never come his way. Tewkesbury has always wanted something he could never have:  a world outside of family rules, a universe that did not want him controlled, and now, worst of all, a love that should have stayed platonic. It is the cut that aches the most.

The moment is good, though. Y/N has always had this most peculiar skill when it comes to paper crafts, and Tewkesbury regards her now through lowered eyes. Her hands flit around the cut shapes, slicing off delicate corners and creasing folds until a simple note becomes a prancing pony, a soaring bird about to take flight around the room.

Tewkesbury shakes his head after she produces yet another paper marvel. “I don’t know how you do it,” he protests, “Show me, can’t you? Let’s make a flower or something.”

“Flowers have always been your favorite, haven’t they?” Y/N comments. She does as requested, although what are lovely narcissi and tulips in her hands turn into sadly wilted clumps of paper in his.

Tewkesbury just can’t figure out how she does it. Even after that particular day ends, he finds himself sitting in his room surrounded by heaps of useless folds, trying and failing to emulate her easy way with the paper crafts. One would think that Tewkesbury, with his lifetime of knowledge about every facet of flora there is to know, would be able to reproduce his beloved plants in paper form, but here you would be surprised.

Tewkesbury labors for hours, days even, but his progress is slow and totally frustrating. Y/N catches him at it a few times and laughs at him. The sound, so sharp it stings, carves a smile on Tewkesbury’s face even when he’s almost been driven to the point of madness by the infuriatingly unrealistic paper flowers.

He insists that Y/N show him a few more times, of course, but Tewkesbury can’t seem to pick up a single thing. Maybe that’s because he’s not really hearing but looking at his professor. The sunlight clings to her like a child, playing at her hair in ways that only golden beams can get away with in proper society. Despite Y/N’s protests that he really is getting better, Tewkesbury only thinks he’s getting better at one thing and one thing alone:  falling harder for her.

Soon enough, he finds that he cannot go a day, cannot even draw a breath, without thinking about how much he loves Y/N. His room is dizzy and chaotic, the paper flowers piling up in the corners and spilling out of waste paper baskets. Tewkesbury’s hands are nicked by all the paper cuts he’s given himself by accident, and he finds his fingers keep twitching by his sides to run through the familiar folds and patterns as he goes by his days.

At some point, Tewkesbury looks up and realizes that he’s done it, mastered the things. They’re nothing compared to Y/N’s magic with them, of course, but they do the trick for now. An idea comes to him, and Tewkesbury carefully makes one pristine paper flower after another, all the types he knows by heart and some he has to consult in his books, too, just to get the right varieties.

Y/N is surprised when he presents them to her at first, this newsprint bouquet. Her eyes are enchanted and rove up and down the folded petals, the cut stems.

“You did all of this?” She asks, voice tinged with excitement.

Tewkesbury laughs. “You don’t have to seem so surprised. I was bound to get it at some point, you know.”

Y/N flashes him a grin in between her admirations of the paper flowers. “I never doubted you for a second, I swear it.”

He believes her, he always has. How is it that Tewkesbury can see straight through politicians and their lies, but yet find himself stumbling over Y/N’s every word? Every ounce of critical thought leaves his head in a blessed whirlpool the second she smiles at him. It is a problem that Tewkesbury refuses to solve.

A voice calls from behind him; Tewkesbury wasn’t able to stay for long today, only long enough to press the paper bouquet into Y/N’s hands and make her swear to look at it before he’s dashing back to the House of Lords again for the day’s work.

He doesn’t have to stay to make sure she’ll investigate, nor to discover what she finds. Soon enough, Y/N will be glancing over the paper creases and realize that not all of the flowers are made of newsprint. Some are made of notes, notes to her, notes that are at last able to explain all that Tewkesbury couldn’t put into words if he tried.

It’s a story about how a boy fell in love with a girl, how Tewkesbury is so lost on Y/N that he can’t think straight. Unable to help himself, he’s cataloged the flowers he’s made for her; camellias for longing, jasmine for sweet love, goldenrod so he’ll have luck in this, begonias so that even if she doesn’t feel the same way, he can at least thank her for all of the memories they made in the past years.

It might be the bravest thing he’s ever done. In truth, when Tewkesbury steps out of the reaches of Parliament for the day, he doesn’t know what to expect. In all his endless plotting and scheming about how to do this, he was never able to accurately sum up how Y/N might respond.

In the end, she surprises him. Tewkesbury enters the streets of London and there she is, waiting for him with a smile on her face unlike anything he’s ever seen before. Tewkesbury has prided himself on being able to place each one of her smiles in his memory, rank them on how happy she truly is, and this one blows all of the others away.

He walks to her, and they meet in the middle somewhere, both bursting with hopes finally answered.

“I love you too,” she says, “more than anything. More than you love me, I think.”

“Doubtful,” Tewkesbury replies, “I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to love more than I love you.”

She laughs. “I look forward to proving you wrong on that point.”

He looks forward to it, too. There are few things in life that can be described as going perfectly, but this, this is it. This is perfection itself, him and her and the glorious world stretching out around them. Nothing could be better.

requested by @thatfangirl42, i hope you enjoy!

enola holmes tag list: empty for now!

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[libbyangelofthelord]

I'm seriously hoping for a 3rd Enola Holmes because I need a scene where Watson's and Tewkesbury's:

A.) Share a look and a sigh over the crap they have to put up with

Or

B.) Compare Holmes siblings right in front of them and the Holmes siblings are whispering to each other like "I don't do that...do I?"

Or

C.) Where they run into each other and are like "have you seen..." And they point each other in the right direction to where their Holmes is

#enola holmes #sherlock holmes #john watson #tewkesbury

[dragonn-firee]

Absolutely need a Netflix series instead of movies. Imagine 45-hour episodes of Enola solving a case and each season there is one big overarching case that comes together for the season finale. We get Sherlock and Enola working together on some cases featuring John Watson, Holmesbury filler episodes, Edith and Eudoria check in from time to time. It would be perfect.

#enola holmes #enola 2 #holmesbury #sherlock holmes #enola x tewkesbury #john watson #tewkesbury #enola holmes 2 #review #netflix #netflix review

[httpsascha]

“you were made to fight.”

Enola Holmes (2020) & Enola Holmes 2 (2022)

#enola holmes #enola holmes 2 #holmesbury #enola x tewkesbury #tewkesbury

[fruityfourlovechild]

the way enola and tewkesbury admit their love for each other and she immediately focuses on the fact that sarah loves william while also being like “oh shit he loves me” is so real

#enola 2 #enola holmes #enola x tewkesbury #enola #tewkesbury #lord tewkesbury #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #viscount tewksbury #millie bobby brown #louis partridge #holmesbury

[moonlitmeeks]

hi bea! can u write tewksbury x enolas sister reader dancing at a ball together?

this is SUCH a cute idea that im absolutely in love with— this is my first time writing for tewkesbury, so i hope it isn't too ooc and you enjoy it! thanks for the request my love🫶

tewkesbury's mumbled 'one, two, three, one two three's were barely audible over the orchestral music that flooded the ballroom.

though you could take offence at his assumption that dancing wasn't your strongest suit, it would be a lie to say the counts were not helping you tremendously.

you and enola had never really been taught to dance. at least, not in the traditional sense. sure, you could both move your limbs in time to music with gusto and energy, but you didn't need to be well-trained to understand that such moves were not appropriate at a ball of this formality.

"loosen up," tewkesbury chuckled, trying to catch your gaze which, currently, was locked onto your feet. "you're as stiff as a board, i feel as though i'm dancing with a broom."

"i'm trying not to trod on your toes," you countered, though made an effort to move more fluidly and relax your shoulders and arms.

"much better," he hummed.

tewkesbury led you around the ballroom with an impressive ease, not once faltering or missing a step despite the flurry of other couples spinning around you both. how he was able to keep his concentration yet act as though this was all second nature to him was absurd to you, but only worked to make you fonder of the boy.

as the song came to a close, you prepared to release yourself from his arms. his brows furrowed at your attempted leave. he caught your hand softly before pulling you back towards him, just as the notes of a new song started up.

"you aren't getting out of this that easily," he grinned, beginning to lead you in a faster dance. "we have the whole night ahead of us."

#🦢 ; bee’s drabbles! #tewkesbury #lord tewkesbury #tewkesbury x reader #tewkesbury imagine #enola holmes #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #lord tewkesbury x reader