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s1ater · 2 years

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

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."

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veryberrydreamer · 1 year

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I just KNOW she's got a thing for his hair!

#enola x tewkesbury #enola holmes #enola holmes 2 #viscount tewksbury #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #holmesbury #millie bobby brown #louis partridge #once again tumblr has decimated the quality of my gifs

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fruityfourlovechild · 1 year

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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

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moonlitmeeks · 1 year

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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

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tommiruewrites · 1 year

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tewkesbury hc's !!

a/n: some of my random (and somewhat self-indulgent) flower boy headcanons after watching enola holmes 2! enjoy :)

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❀ loves the combination of chocolate and orange

❀ just loves citrus in general

❀ favorite color is purple, second favorite blue, third yellow

❀ knows an insane amount about plants and will sometimes randomly spew out a random fact

❀ the two of you are walking down the street, chatting about topics not at all related to nature, and all of a sudden, he's like, "did you know-" {proceeds to tell you the most insanely obscure plant fact ever about a flower you've never even heard of}

❀ loves animals

❀ and he's always so proud of himself for knowing it too

❀ random plant facts are also his go-to conversation starters

❀ is extremely clumsy and constantly knocks things over, trips over his own feet, etc. but all of a sudden, all the clumsiness leaves his body when dancing or fencing ?? he has beef with coordination idk

❀ his favorite flower is the one that reminds him the most of you

❀ he knows the meaning and symbolism of every flower, so he always has a reason or message with each on he gives you

❀ he also looooves poetry

❀ not afraid to pour his heart out to you poetically

❀ but only once you've been close a while, in the beginning he's a hot, awkward mess, tripping over his words left and right

❀ he does much better writing out his feelings at the start

❀ hides poetic notes in your flower bouquets, or leaves pressed flowers in your letters

❀ extremely dramatic

❀ the type of dramatic to claim he's on the brink of death after getting a single paper cut

❀ in fact, he's so dramatic that when little things happen to you, he overreacts for you. what a gentleman

❀ definitely a hopeless romantic

❀ extremely good with kids

❀ slightly afraid of the dark

❀ his favorites are deer and horses, but he also just loves birds

❀ was a late bloomer when it came to walking, but started talking super early as a baby (it just makes sense okay)

❀ sometimes dances around in his room, alone, pretending he's dancing with you

❀ also practices romantic things to say to you in the mirror

❀ has super fancy-dancy penmanship and makes it look effortless

❀ really likes art, specifically romanticism style paintings

❀ plays the piano beautifully

❀ also understands latin and is fluent in french because he's fancy

❀ very easily entertained

❀ also has a very short attention span for most things and gets distracted easily

❀ main love language is words of affirmation, followed closely by gift giving and acts of service

❀ loves his hair being played with

❀ owns a journal where he logs each day

❀ absolutely loves jam

❀ avid lover of jasmine tea and green tea

❀ also puts a ridiculous amount of honey in it

❀ oddly afraid of frogs and toads

thats all i can think of for now, hope you enjoyed that.

side not, posted this on 11/11 at 11:11 my time bc im so cool like that. you're welcome.

#enola holmes #enola 2 #holmes #enola x tewkesbury #enola holmes x reader #viscount tewksbury #enola holmes 2 #lord tewksbury #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #tewkesbury imagine #tewkesbury x reader #tewkesbury fluff #tewkesbury headcanon #tewkesbury hc #tewkesbury #tewksbury #tewksbury x reader #requests open

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naughtygeek49 · 1 year

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Guys that are so pathetically in love with genius girls it makes them look stupid

#re-doing this cause fuck phw #also i think lockwood fits more anyways #i am under no impression that this will be as popular as last time i did this #enola holmes #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #enola x tewkesbury #holmesbury #anne with an e #gilbert blythe #gilbert x anne #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #locklyle

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beeangxt · 1 year

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i cant explain it but holmesbury is shirbert 2.0

#smart clumsy girl x gentleman lover boy #enola holmes 2 #enola holmes #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #they are so cute #holmesbury #shirbert #anne with an e #anne shirley #gilbert blythe

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paigeishere · 1 year

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Favorite guy

Tewksbury x fem!reader

Part one

Overview: Tewksbury was true to his word. He definitely tried to make it up to you. Not with big extravagant gestures. But with small meaningful ones. Like bringing home your favorite flowers, making dinner, and coming home a little early just to see you. But you were still mad and hurt. However Tewksbury doesn’t want to talk about it he just wants you to forgive him.

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After a particular exhausting day with the duchess’s and ladies of the court you just wanted and hot shower and sleep. Walking home you felt on the verge of passing out on the side of the street. When you opened the door to your place you expected it to be empty. It was only 6 o’clock Tewksbury didn’t normally come home until 7 sometimes 8. Walking closer you noticed Tewksbury was there. He was sitting on the sofa mumbling to him self with a… You actually don’t know what is in his lap.

Tewksbury? Are you alright? You touch his shoulder and he turns quick.

Y/n! Oh I didn’t here you come in. He’s looking at you almost like he’s nervous.

Yeah I just got home. Are you alright? You ask him again.

No no I’m fine just uhh uhh hard day today. Oh wait I have something for you. He hands you the object he had in his lap before. Now you can really see it. It’s smaller about the size of your hand, rectangular, about and inch thick and it’s covered with wrapping paper.

You’re starting to feel bad. He’s really trying to get your forgiveness. But he’s doing it in ways you don’t care about. You just want to sit down and talk about it. But you rip the paper to discover it’s a small book titled the meaning and history of flowers. You flipped through the pages and notice everything is hand written. You flip back to the first page and see the name.

You wrote a book?

Not really. It’s not published or anything. This is the only copy. I filled that one up I’m starting a new one soon. He says this so nonchalantly like filling a 200 page book with pure facts on flowers isn’t worth being happy over published or not.

Tewksbury this is amazing! He flinches like really flinches. Hey what’s wrong.

Nothing nothing. It’s dumb.

Please talk to me Tewksbury please. Again he flinches

He sits back down and you sit with him. He opens his mouth to talk but no words come out. You know this is about. You’re fight a couple days ago. Ever since then he’s been acting strange.

He gets up and starts pacing in front of you and mumbling to him self again then suddenly he looks back at you and starts talking. Y/n listen I know you’re probably still mad and I would be to if the roles were flipped but please please forgive me I’ll do anything. I cant go on like this. Knowing that you hate me. I cant do it anymore. I need you to forgive me. Please I love you. You know I love you. I promise I will never do anything like that ever again. If I do you can discard me because that what I would deserve…

Tewksb…

No please stop. Don’t don’t. I hate that please.

What?

You calling me Tewksbury. it’s wrong. I don’t like it. He look almost like he’s in physical pain from your silence. Finally you pat the spot next to you telling him to sit and he does.

Listen. I love you. No matter how many fights we have I will always love you I could never even think about leaving you. I forgive you. For now but this is how we will start working through problems. Not with gifts okay?

Okay. But you got to say they were good gifts. He smirks and you laugh

Yes they were very good gifts. And finally for the first time in days you wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him. It’s messy and slight awkward because both of you can’t stop smiling. When you pull away he pouts and gives you one more quick peck before heading to bed with you favorite man in the world.

#viscount tewksbury #tewksbury x reader #lord tewksbury #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #enola homes 2 #enola holmes #louis partridge x reader #louis partridge

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frost-queen · 6 months

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The moment I knew // part 6 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

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Summary: What does one do when their heart is broken? Well your sister thinks making them jealous does the trick. Jealousy starts to crawl under Tewkesbury's skin hoping he hasn't lost you forever to another. What will his next move be and how will Enola play a part in this? [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3& part 4 & part 5 & part 7 part 8 & part 9 ]

Slowly your eyes opened hazily from the sun creaking through the curtains. Your eyes felt exhausted and dried out. Having cried out every tear you possessed. Shifting a bit in the bed with your leg, your knee bumped against another part of a body. Lifting your head off the pillow, you had almost forgotten that you had gotten in Francesca’s bed. The haziness of last night slowly dripping back into your mind with clearness. Benedict and you arriving home earlier than expected.

Hyacinth and Gregory were still awake playing cards as it wasn’t their bedtime yet. The moment they saw you, they got excited. Asking you questions about Tewkesbury and the dance as it made you cry even more. Benedict had to usher them away, sending them immediately to bed with their maids. He helped you up the stairs as you felt too weak to set foot. Half-way the stairs opened the door once more.

Francesca and Colin entering. Francesca ran up the stairs to you as you tore yourself away from Benedict opening your arms to her. She bumped into you, wrapping her arms tightly around you. Benedict and Colin sharing a saddened nod. Not wanting to sleep alone, you slept in Francesca’s room.

Francesca hummed loudly in her sleep turning her head in her pillow. – “Are you awake sister?” – she mumbled hardly understandable. – “No go back to sleep.” – you told her laying your head back down to stare at the ceiling. – “Liar.” – Francesca muttered with her eyes still closed. Your eyes flinched when Francesca’s hand fell on your face. Her fingers touching her way around your face. When a finger neared your mouth, you opened it to lick it.

Francesca groaned wiping her finger on your cheek as you chuckled loudly. The blanket shifted when Francesca pulled her upper body up, opening her eyes. – “Ha! So you are awake.” – she said. – “Only because you poked my face.” – you remarked back with a sly smile. Francesca poked your cheek to tease you once more. Unintentional a silence fell in between. Francesca looked down at the blanket, plucking a bit at it. – “How… how are you feeling?” – she asked batting her eyes up. You took a deep breath, pulling your knees up to your chest.

Resting your chin on your knees you rather not talked about it. Your answer was clear from your reaction. Francesca was at a loss of words, not knowing what to say more. She came sitting up as well, pulling one knee up to her chest. – “She wasn’t even that pretty.” – she spoke plucking at the blanket to keep herself occupied. – “She was in his eyes…” – you answered overcome with a sudden sadness.

Guilt nestled within your sister pulling her other knee up to her chest as well. – “I’m sorry…” – she said. – “I only meant…” – she went on wanting to apologize properly. – “I know.” – you answered. Francesca grabbed her pillow from behind her. You quirked your eyebrow questionable up when she started to strangle the pillow. Twisting it double with a clenched expression. Then she tossed the pillow at the wall, panting loud. You wanted to ask if she was okay but could tell she clearly was not.

Francesca startled you when she jumped onto her knees. – “We’ll show him what a fool he has been!” – she declared. She took your hands pulling you up with her. Both standing up on the matrass. Francesca started to jump the bed with you. – “We’ll be like Tewkesbury don’t you know what a fool you are. He’ll regret dancing with that simple girl and beg for your mercy.” – She called out of breath bouncing with you.

You started to laugh. – “Oh please miss Bridgerton take me back. I have been a blind fool.” – Francesca started to act out making you laugh even louder. The door swung open as Francesca and you grabbed for each other, screaming loud. Anthony sighed loud seeing the two of you clutched together out of fright. – “Out of bed. Come on, playtime is over.” – he ordered you.

Francesca and you got out of the bed standing still before it. – “Fran!” – Anthony pointed at the pillow on the ground. She nodded heading over to pick it up. While she was gone moved Anthony closer to you. – “I am glad you are feeling somewhat better sister.” – he whispered. Then he took his leave, leaving the two of you to get prepared.

Tewkesbury sighed loud, picking at his food with a fork. One hand resting against his chin. His grandmother happily feeding her dog a few bites of her breakfast. – “What is with the sour face my boy?” – she asked without looking up. Tewkesbury let his fork clatter onto his plate upon seeing the dog lick her fingers. His appetite suddenly gone. – “Nothing.” – he mumbled. – “Then sit up straight!” – she called out tapping her fork against his arm.

Tewkesbury lowered his arm, straightening his posture to her pleasing. – “You didn’t dance much last night.” – his grandmother began ripping a piece of her bread apart. – “Just once with that girl. Had no proper corset on.” – she couldn’t help but throw in as an insult. – “Enola.” – Tewkesbury answered. – “Yes that one.” – she replied munching on her bread. – “What was her last name again?” – she wanted to know.

The dog on her lap trying to steal a bite from some bread on her plate. Tewkesbury looked at the furball with some disgust. – “Holmes.” – he answered plainly not keeping his eyes off the dog. The dog was licking her plate trying to get closer to something to eat. Tewkesbury shuddered looking away as he felt more disgusted by the second.

His grandmother hummed loud with slight mockery. Tewkesbury sighed soft pushing his chair back. – “Where are you going?” – she asked loudly. – “Away.” – he answered going round the table. – “You haven’t finished your breakfast.” – she pointed out with her knife. – “I’m not hungry.” – Tewkesbury called out to her before stepping out.

His grandmother puffed loud. – “Not hungry…but we are, aren’t we darling.” – she picked up the dog to look at it. The dog barked once as she started kissing his fur. Tewkesbury went up the stairs, stopping halfway. Closing his eyes, it pained him to be haunted by the look in your eyes.

The moment his eyes fell upon you as he was dancing with Enola tore his heart right out of his chest. In that moment he knew he had made a mistake. Not sure why he danced with her. Was it because she asked? Still he could’ve denied her, but somehow he didn’t. – “Why? Why? Why?” – he asked himself patting his hands against his forehead to put some sense in himself.

Feeling as if he couldn’t breathe, he rushed back down the stairs. Making his way outside to catch some air. The house felt like suffocating him. Tightening the tie around his neck. Outside panted Tewkesbury loud to catch his breath. He caught his hand slightly trembling, making him grab for it. – “Are you alright?” – Tewkesbury jumped back hearing the sudden voice. There she was. Chestnut hair and a plain blue dress with mud stains at the hem of her dress.

“Miss Enola!” – Tewkesbury breathed out. Enola tilted her head to the side furrowing her brows. – “Are you feeling unwell? You’re brewing up a sweat Tewkesbury.” – she said. – “Don’t… don’t call me that Miss Enola. We aren’t last year anymore.” – Tewkesbury let her know. – “Sorry.” – Enola replied finding him stiff. – “My lord.” – she overexaggerated with a bow.

He sighed loud slightly shaking his head. – “How’s your grandmother’s dog?” – she wanted to know falling in step with him. – “Annoying as ever.” – he replied looking away from her. Enola hopped a bit, keeping her hands behind her back. – “You were rather quickly gone from last nights ball.” – She pointed out. He ignored her questioning not wanting to be reminded of it. – “Was it because I stepped on your toe?” – she spoke questioning idle. When she wasn’t getting an answer she started to press on with a dangerous remark.

“Who’s Y/n?” – she asked. Tewkesbury came to a sudden stop at the mention of your name. He turned firmly towards her. – “Don’t push it miss Enola!” – he told her with a glare. Enola puffed loud when Tewkesbury had gone off. Despite clearly getting under his skin, she followed him anyways. It wasn’t like she had many other people to be around. Tewkesbury sensed her presence, letting her tag-along just a step behind.

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“Are you certain about this? We can sit this one out if you like?” – Colin asked holding both your shoulders. – “I am certain.” – you replied. – “No one would hold it against you if you don’t go. There will be other balls.” – Benedict intervened. – “I am certain brothers, I am going.” – you told them. – “Y/n can’t sit out the entire season.” – Anthony called out with a pressuring glare at his brothers. – “Besides I won’t let the boy get a chance near her.” – he added.

Francesca came over to him elbowing him hard in the rib. – “Leave that up to Y/n if you please!” – she shot him a glare if he ever tried to intervene. – “I am simply looking out for you.” – he said dutiful with a small bow, looking your way. – “I am aware of that brother, but I must decide this for myself.” – you answered.

“Now shall we?” – Francesca cut through locking her arm with yours. The two of you went for the door as Benedict gestured for his brothers to follow. Anthony cleared his throat before going after you. Colin exhaled loud not wanting to think of any outcomes for tonight’s ball.

A warmth greeted you like an old friend, embracing you tightly. Benedict escorted you inside, Anthony and Francesca right before you. Inside let Francesca go of Anthony, pulling you away from Benedict. – “Sisters stay close!” – Anthony called out. He hurried after the two of you. Colin and Benedict going to fetch a drink. Francesca leading you closer to the side-line watching the dancers. – “You must dance tonight Y/n.” – she insisted upon giving you a nudge in your side.

Athony exhaled relieved when he reached the two of you. – “Please don’t run off.” – he begged. Francesca and you looked around. The room was full of eligible men. Each unique in their own way yet none of them were Tewkesbury. Sighing soft it bothered you how much it ached at you. How much you still wanted to bath in his presence. Feel his hands go up your spine. To stare yourself lost in his eyes. To fill your ears with his words and breath him in.

There was no denying the yearning inside your heart. You must have been staring at someone as Francesca nudged you hard. It made you blink yourself awake, seeing the young boy make his way over. You had seen him several times before your debut. Even talked to him once or twice as his older brother was acquainted with Colin.

“Miss Y/n.” – he said taking a bow. You curtsied back to him. – “May I have this dance?” – he asked offering you his hand. – “Now hold on.” – Anthony began as Francesca came blocking his way. She took your hand laying it into his palm. – “She accepts.” – she spoke on your behalf. With a little nudge from her, were you send off to the dancers. – “Fran!” – Anthony called out scolding her for neglecting his duties of scouting for a proper suitor for you. Francesca only rolled her eyes at him.

You and the boy went to the dancers to take your place when from the corner of your eye you saw a familiar figure push a way through. – “Miss Y/n!” – Tewkesbury called out pulling you to a stop. – “I…I want to dance with you.” – he breathed out. The boy you were with came closer to him. – “You must await your turn.” – he told him. Tewkesbury’s eyes could spit fire at the boy. You placed your hand in the boy’s hand, already half turning away from him till you went back. – “Oh before I forget.” – you said searching in your pocket.

Taking Tewkesbury’s hand you faced it palm up. – “Perhaps a squirrel would have better fortune with it than me.” – you spoke placing the acorn in his palm. Tewkesbury stared with wide eyes at the acorn you left in his hand. You took your position on the dancefloor as Tewksbury got pushed aside to make room.

The acorn felt warm in his hand, yet his heart had a cold shiver. Y/n, Y/n, don’t you go. His heart chanted. His eyes went up yearning to see you. Yearning to get lost in their beauty. He saw you on the dancefloor hop with the boy as he held you. Coming to a stop to twirl under his arm. Then grabbing him again to hop the other way with him. It was an upbeat dance full of fun and quirky dance steps. One he loved to have danced with you.

Y/n, Y/n, my heart and soul don’t you go. He could only think off. Seeing the smile on your face made the ground underneath his feet fall apart. Feeling himself fall down a rabbit hole. Turning madder by the moment. Y/n, Y/n, don��t you know I am yours? How much he regretting accepting to dance with Enola back then. How true his heart could connect with yours in that moment.

How you must have felt the same upon seeing him with Enola. Feeling a rage come up, he wanted to stab the boy. Watch him squirm and bleed. Oh how much he would enjoy that. A hand on his shoulder made him flinch, snapped out of his murderous thoughts. Looking to his right, he saw it was Enola. – “Do you want to dance?” – She asked. – “No!” – he answered rudely.

Her gaze went to the dancefloor seeing you dance with someone else. – “She looks like she is having fun.” – Enola answered. – “Enola shut it!” – Tewkesbury snapped at her. – “I was just…” – she started as he cut her off. – “No you weren’t! Just because you saved my grandmothers retched dog when it’s leash snapped doesn’t mean I owe you anything!” - he snapped at her.

“Because of you I have mostly possible lost the only one I cared for. Because of you she is dancing with another when she was supposed to dance with me!” – he gestured firmly at himself. – “Now it is all coming down.” – he moved his hands desperately through his hair. Enola looked behind him to you once more. – “I didn’t know.” – she softly said feeling a bit guilty. – “Just stay away from me.” – he outed brushing past her. Enola lowered her head.

Tewkesbury forced a way through the crowd, seeing your brothers afar. He barely gave them a glance, wanting to get out. Ushering himself out of the estate. Outside he got in his carriage riding back home. Alone with his thoughts he could think about how he wanted his reunion with you to have a different outcome. He should’ve ran up to you at the first ball. Asking for a million dances with you and letting no one near your side.

Be stuck on you, never to be parted. Instead a show of kindness to someone else who saved his grandmother’s dog once, made his entire world crash down. Eyes watering he hoped for a change. A change that he could still call you yours. Perhaps he hadn’t been clear before, but it was now with the love he had for you. It was grander then he ever expected it could be.

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