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Hi, can I please get a Sherlock x reader fic, Where they were already in a relationship, reader goes missing, and when Sherlock finds them again they turned out to have amnesia and doesn’t remember their relatiosnhip so Sherlock has to win them back? Thank you for the possible fic!
Summary: Months ago, you disappeared without a trace, leaving Sherlock in shambles. Now you're back, but not like Sherlock expected.
A/N: I trimmed your request a bit because this request sounds like it should span over several months = needs a multichapter fic (which I don't write by request) but I hope this still satisfies you! (Also sorry this is late, I hurt my arm on Wednesday and could barely move it before yesterday, which meant that my word count for Thursday was very minimal and I had to skip posting on Thursday completely because I couldn't write enough to be able to post it = Friday's fic (this one) also had to be pushed back. I'm still intending to get all of the remaining fics for Enola Holmes out by Tuesday though, as my arm feels a bit better!)
GUIDING YOU BACK HOME
It had been four months and fourteen days since you disappeared. And within that time, Sherlock Holmes had turned into a husk of himself.
He had tried to find leads about you — whether you were kidnapped, murdered, if you were trapped somewhere. But for the first time in his life he found absolutely nothing. There was nothing he could use, even Enola didn’t find anything. It was like you had just turned into smoke and disappeared, leaving everything but one set of clothes behind.
Almost everyone who knew you and cared enough to notice you had disappeared would tell Sherlock that you wouldn’t want him to throw his whole life and career away. They never said what they thought had happened out loud, but the silence still told him everything he needed to know. They all thought that within a few years, your bones would be found, that you were no longer with the living.
Enola was the only one who kept looking alongside him, refusing to believe you were dead. You wouldn’t go down that easy, she knew it, but the lack of leads bothered her too, and so the investigation stood still from the moment Sherlock discovered you being gone.
And then, one day, you appeared just as abruptly as you had left. Enola had almost broken through his door, telling him that you had been found, you were waiting for him at the hospital, and Sherlock had never buttoned up his coat as fast as on that moment.
When he stepped into the building, he expected you to run to his arms, crying and telling him who had kept you prisoner. Instead, he was met with your face wearing a blank expression, as if you saw someone you felt nothing for. Someone you didn’t recognise.
A doctor was sitting beside you, holding a folder of papers, murmuring something, before Sherlock finally whispered your name. The doctor turned.
“Ah, Mr. Holmes,” he said with a polite smile, standing and extending his hand. “I was hoping you would come.”
“What happened to them?” Sherlock asked, not shaking the doctor’s hand, and he sheepishly pulled it back.
The doctor glanced at you. “I have only talked with them for a few minutes, but it seems like they have psychogenic fugue. I need more time to examine them, but at the moment it seems like they know their name but very little else.”
Sherlock swallowed. “What can be done about it?”
The doctor sighed. “Very gently walking them through things they used to enjoy. Sometimes certain core memories can be triggered by smells, sound or taste, which then slowly can lead to healing.”
So that was exactly what Sherlock did — even though it broke his heart to see the confusion in your eyes whenever he accidentally called you my love, or froze to stare at you with a small smile.
But the doctor was right. Sherlock playing violin triggered a memory, a flicker or recognition in your eyes. As did your favourite pastries, your favourite book, they all slowly walked you towards the person you had been before this happened to you.
After a month and a half, he gradually started telling you memories of how you two had met. How you had slowly fallen in love, how you had saved him once when he was surprised by the man who he had been chasing. He shrouded it with telling about those situations as if it was someone else, but he internally rejoiced whenever he noticed your eyes widening, your brows furrowing, confusion turned into memories of past life you yet didn’t fully understand. Your laugh turned into a familiar one, your mannerisms started to trickle back into you, and Sherlock was able to see more and more you as time went by.
And Sherlock knew that one day rather soon, you’d finally remember enough to believe you loved him once, and hopefully that day you would realise you’re still in love with him. He tried not to be too optimistic about it, but Enola and Watson had told him that they can see it in you, your love for him returning piece by piece.
One day soon, he’d tell you he loved you, and see how you reacted. But deep in his heart, he knew your answer, and he knew that the love between you would guide you back home.
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My request was about jefferson hatter.... Please tell me if you find it and THANKS SOOOOO MUCH🩵🩵🩵🩵
Hi, I'm so sorry but Tumblr seems to have eaten it, I have no Jefferson requests left at all :( There has also been a bug where some posts are hidden from view when there's lots of content in my drafts/queue and it will reappear when enough has been posted, but I can't know if that's what happened here or whether Tumblr has actually eaten it before everything is out.
You have three options what to do:
First option: You can wait it out and see if it reappears.
Second option: You can request it again once requests open again.
Third option: You can take the request to someone else. And unless you're ready for a very long wait*, I recommend choosing this option, your previous ask seems to imply you thought it would be out by now so this might be a better option for you. But if you choose to do so, please tell me and I'll delete the request if it ever reappears in my drafts/queue.
*My newest requests getting published at the end of April only happens in the ideal scenario. As in, if we assume I'm able to publish a fic every single day for almost 7 months (1st of October to the end of April). If there's any hiccups or delays, those newest requests may bleed into summer 2027 instead of April, and I'm very surprised if nothing happens within this time.
Again, I'm really sorry, but I can't really do anything about Tumblr bugging out :(
May I request Tewkesbury x reader as newlyweds morning after their wedding, maybe like morning kisses, swimming, walking together in the streets of Malta or in London like newlywed stuff and travel. Headcanon. (I was so in love with the cabin scene and the ending of enola 3 their wedding and swimming after all that just made my heart melt and I yearn for their married life 🥹)
A/N: A reminder that a headcanon request doesn't need you listing everything you want me to include, you could have just asked me to write newlywed headcanons with Tewky. Actually, this request barely grazes headcanon request and would have had a better fit as a blurb or even a ficlet request. Just saying for the future!
Also this was the last Tewkesbury x reader fic in Enola Holmes priority list, which means that unfortunately there won't be new content for him from me for the next year at least, if we assume he gets a request shortly after I open requests on 1st of May 2027.
BEING NEWLYWEDS WITH TEWKESBURY:
Waking up married to Tewkesbury is a dream come true
He just showers you in affection that morning at the lakeside cottage
He wakes up before you that morning, just to watch you sleep for a few minutes, and remember that you were actually married now
After a moment of watching you, he starts to press kisses along your shoulder from behind until you stir awake
Interlaces his fingers with yours and presses your hands against your stomach as soon as you wake up
He’s not a great cook but he still prepares you breakfast in bed
(Actually it's not half bad)
Keeps calling you "wife" or "husband" or “spouse” throughout the day
And whenever he does, he can’t help but grin every single time
Suggests swimming in the lake before breakfast
(He’s already half out of his nightshirt before you've even agreed)
Splashes you first, then apologizes immediately, then does it again because your laugh is worth it
You end up making out in the water as the rising sun paints the lake yellow
When you come out of the water, he stares at your wedding band glimmering in the morning sun
He just can't stop touching it
He bought it himself but it looks far better on you that he thought it would look
Once you've both dressed, he takes you outside
He just can’t wait to introduce you to everyone as his spouse.
Buys you something small from the town, whatever he sees catches your eye
He just wants to spoil you rotten today
Walks with his arm looped through yours the entire time
He just can’t believe his luck, that someone as amazing as you would ever fall for him
For the rest of the day, he just tries to finds excuses to kiss you again
This man is so in love and he makes sure you know you’re the reason for his happiness.
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Hellooo is it ok if i ask how do you think is going to take for a request i did in late 2025??? I don't want you feeling presured 😭😭😭
Hi :) First, don't worry, you're not pressuring me by asking! <3
If your request was for Stranger Things, it should already be in my blog. Describe it to me and I'll find it for you.
If your request wasn't for Stranger Things, my newest non-ST/Enola Holmes priority line requests are due around the end of April, if I stay on schedule. Right now my goal is to continue publishing non-Enola Holmes requests on 27th of July, post thrice a week until 1st of October and then try posting every day again until requests run out.
There's a few fics though that seem to be missing though, I noticed it now when I checked my newest requests (they were sent in October, but I have a feeling I had a few more that were sent in November and December when I last checked the end of my queue?? Unless I've hallucinated it or remember wrong and they were Stranger Things requests), but I don't really remember properly what they were about, I think one was for Wednesday Addams, I remember the gif I had chosen for it. I'm saying this because I have noticed Tumblr occasionally has a habit of eating requests if the user deletes their account or changes their username if I haven't gotten to it yet, and your writing style doesn't match with any of the newest requests I have right now.
About the ones that are at the end of the queue, two were sent off-anon (Morpheus) and one was sent on anon (Pugsley Addams). Do you recognise any of them by that description? If you don't, describe your request to me and I'll check if I have it.
(I just woke up so my English doesn't work yet, sorry for the awkwardness in phrasing)
The fic that's due today (newlywed HC's for Tewky) may be late, idk when I can get them out. A long story but they're not finished, I planned to finish them yesterday but I hurt my left arm yesterday, moving it hurts quite a bit and writing with one hand is extremely slow.
In 20 minutes I have to head out and I won't be able to be back at my PC before evening, so I don't think I can finish them today... and depending on when my arm heals, I likely have to pause all my writing/take it easy, which is not fast enough for the writing pace I should have. I'm really sorry :(
helloo! can i request a tewkesbury (enola holmes 3) x gender neutral reader prompt fic with C37. “Please, make it stop…”, please? thank you!!
Summary: Tewkesbury finds you badly hurt and in brutal pain.
Prompt: C37. “Please, make it stop…”
Warnings: heavy angst, injury, blood, death, no happy ending
I DO
The voices were muffled in Tewkesbury’s ears as he sat on the steps of your house, staring at the doctor and two nurses around you. I can’t stop the bleeding, someone exclaimed. Bring me more bandages!
Tewkesbury looked at his own hands, dyed red, the blood drying into his hands and making them sticky. His thoughts screamed in agony, wanting to beg the doctors to save you, but he knew what such injuries led to. His mind was going overdrive while his body was silent, barely reacting to anything happening what was going on in front of him.
His mind just kept playing the memory back, over and over and over again.
He had found you from that alleyway, leaning against the wall, whimpering, calling for help. His heart had lurched even before seeing you, but he still hadn’t expected it to be as bad as it was. The blood was pooling in front of you, your shirt soaked with it. He immediately knew who was the culprit, Enola had been on her trail for months. Henna Martins, a corrupted lawyer.
“Please, make it stop…” you had whimpered, clutching your bleeding abdomen.
“I know it hurts, just hold on a little longer,” he had pleaded. “We’ll find Martins, and you’ll get to show her you survived.”
“I’m dying,” you had whispered. “Tewky, I’m going to die.”
“You’re not,” he had argued, shaking his head. “I won’t let you, you don’t get to leave me like this.”
Your tears had fallen down your cheeks at that, your breathing growing shallow. “I found the ring from your coat pocket, and—”
“We’ll talk about that later,” he cut you off, but you weakly reached out towards him.
“Listen to me,” you whispered, your eyes drooping closed, blood trickling down from the corner of your mouth. “I… I do.”
He took in a shaky breath, cupping your cheek. “We’ll get to say that at the altar, just hold on.”
But you had already slipped under, your head lolling to the side.
“Move!” someone from behind him said, before shoving him aside, and only then did Tewkesbury notice the doctor’s cart having arrived. Tewkesbury watched as you were laid down on the ground, but his heart already knew the truth.
The sheet was pulled over your face as Tewkesbury watched, before the stretcher was lifted up, and loaded at the wagon. One of the nurses approached him. “My condolences about your loss. Do they have any family we could inform?”
Tewkesbury looked up, tears glimmering in his eyes, his hand going to his pocket without even thinking. “I will inform them myself. Thank you.”
The nurse nodded, bowing her head down. “You can ask them to come to the morgue if they want to see the deceased.”
Tewkesbury nodded again, pulling out the little box from his pocket, opening it and staring at the diamond ring for a long moment. He imagined how you would have looked wearing it, how incredible you’d have looked on your wedding — how happy you would be living the rest of your lives together.
But it all was gone now, only leaving pieces of his broken heart behind the happiness he could have had, if this hadn’t happened.
“I do,” he whispered, closing his fist around the ring.
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hi! i hope you are doing well, can i please request a prompt fic for Tewkesbury (Enola Holmes) with E15 (gender neutral reader, if you can :)) Thank you!
Summary: Tewkesbury attempts to make you laugh once he learns you haven't had the best day.
Prompt: E15. Making silly faces
CHEERING UP
You hadn’t really had the best day, if you were being honest. It was hard to turn a day where near nobody agreed to listen to your opinions just because you were so young, downplayed your opinions or even stole your suggestions, a good one.
Tewkesbury found you by the garden, just staring at the flowers peeking under the soil, finally greeting the spring sun. Nature waking up usually made you feel better, but right now he couldn’t see your smile anywhere.
“Hey,” he muttered, laying a hand on your shoulder.
You flinched slightly, turning to look at him. “Oh— Tewky. Hi.”
He sat beside you. “Bad day?”
You hummed, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “They still don’t respect my opinions.”
“Do you want me to—”
“No,” you cut him off. “It’d be mortifying, the noble boyfriend of a loser comes to save me when everything doesn’t go the way I want. At least that’s how it would show to the outside, they’d never let me be after that.”
He sighed. “I think you’re right about that.”
You sat in silence for a moment, just staring at the flowers, listening to faint chirping of birds in the nearby tree.
“Hey, look at me,” he suddenly said, and you turned your head slowly. He was smirking, before his face contorted into an expression you didn’t know was humanly possible. His eyes crossed, he puffed his cheeks, stuck his tongue out, and opened his eyes wider with his fingers. It took you so off guard that you immediately burst out laughing.
“What are you doing,” you choked out after laughing for a moment, and he let go of his expression.
“What does it look like? Show me your best.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, but gave in, crunching up your face to the best of your ability. He laughed, touching your nose with his finger, making you open your eyes again. He smiled, seeing the sparkle in your eyes again.
“I think laughter is the best medicine for all worry,” he muttered.
“That sounds corny,” you huffed. “But I guess it’s true.”
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Hey Jenni, can I get your opinion on something real quick? I'm this new x reader writer who got super inspired to start because of you and a couple other people I've been following on here since I joined Tumblr back at the start of the pandemic. I made my blog like three months ago and I write for 9 different fandoms, but five of them are the really big ones where everyone else is getting hundreds of notes on their stuff, especially for those fan favorite characters. Even when I post about the guy that everyone's obsessed with, I still only get like 10-20 notes and they're all just likes. No comments ever, no reblogs, and people send requests but then I never hear anything back from them after I post it, not even a like most of the time. I try to get the requests done pretty fast, like within a week, so it's not like I'm taking forever. I noticed your notes are kinda low too compared to other writers in the same character tags, at least for this year's fics. So how do you stay motivated? I'm honestly losing it pretty fast over here. I even asked my 8 followers what would make them interact more, and the only idea I got was to start writing smut... but I don't really wanna go there. Got any other tips for what I could try?
Hii, oh my gosh glad to hear you've been inspired to start writing reader insert fics and that I've been influencing it <3
I understand it's pretty discouraging when people don't interact :( I'm not sure what exactly could be the problem in your blog, or if there's no problem and you just don't get readers for some reason, but you should try to ask for shoutouts from other authors? I know for a fact that 90% of us would be happy to help a fellow writer out. Interact with other authors, put up a fic rec blog, participate in different events or challenges, try to gather a community.
As for my notes being bad, well I don't really look at the note count of my fics anymore, as my time in AO3 made me be proud of my total word count over other stats. Of course comments make me smile and giggle and they brighten my day, but I no longer actively feel disappointed whenever I open Tumblr and see there's no comments, nice asks etc for me. I just enjoy the writing process, interaction is a secondary thing. Of course I do think that if someone posts their work online, it's kinda a "hey I wrote this and want to see what other people think of it" but if you go too deep into that thought, seeing a few likes on that fic after two weeks of it being up can be incredibly discouraging and make you think you suck and you should quit, but unless you write purely for notes (which is a terrible practice if you did), it shouldn't discourage you enough to actually stop writing.
I know this may be annoying to hear, as I used to scowl when someone told me this if I complained about low engagement, but: you should write for yourself, and you should write because you love it. Not because you want dozens of comments and shares, though I do know it would be nice if a fic of yours blew up like some do, but the truth is that very few of us will get 10k notes into a fic. That may strike you one day if your fic manages to tickle multiple people who may reblog your fic around the first 24 hours, even more if some of them are popular writers themselves. Some of my most popular fics took off when a popular writer reblogged it with a "this is amazing!", it sent all of their readers my way.
But yeah, again: my advice is that you should ask for shoutouts, interact with people, reblog fics, give feedback, participate in events and challenges. I'm really surprised if doing all of those won't get you new readers. But also, again, remember that first and foremost you should write for yourself, you can never shine if you don't do it because you love it.
(I'll leave the mic open if someone else wants to offer advice to anon)
ENOLA HOLMES REQUEST: May I please ask for some headcanons of what dating John Watson would include, please? Thank you! ☺️
A/N: Sorry for being a bit late with this, this morning I discovered my og headcanons for this kinda lost their route and they never got to the dating part, I was pretty tired when writing them... so I just rewrote them.
DATING JOHN WATSON:
You work as Sherlock’s accountant, so you met John soon after he moved in with Sherlock
And he immediately fell for you
He’s extremely bad at hiding his feelings
He tries to ne subtle, but he just turns into a bumbling fool
You clearly like him too, but John wouldn’t listen to anyone pointing it out (or denies it being possible)
So Sherlock nudges him and you together a little
And Enola also takes a part in arranging you two together in situations where you just had to spend time together
Eventually working on cases together led into a kiss, though indirectly
It happened because you almost died when a person Sherlock was investigating tried to blow up his office while you were inside
(The explosion was much smaller than he had planned, fortunately, but it gave John a heart attack he wouldn’t have recovered from if the worst happened)
You returned his feelings, and a relationship finally started blooming after months of dancing around each other
He’s very much a romantic
Flowers, dinner dates, picnics… whatever your heart desires, he does his best to make it true
Because of you being Sherlock’s accountant, you see each other a lot even if you have a lot of work, and the relationship won’t die out because of forced lack of communication
(He still sends you love letters sometimes by mail, even if he saw you on that same day)
Despite being affectionate to the ends of the Earth, he does know how to keep his distance, and it isn’t like he’s all over you and needing your touch all the time
He just loves showing affection and see you smile when he succeeds in surprising you with something
The poor man hasn’t had luck in love before, so finding someone like you is a blessing he’d treasure for as long as he’d have it, whether the time will be short or long
And you feel the same way about him — John is truly a kind of person you can’t find many of.
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The John Watson dating headcanons are still coming today, just a bit later. I'll try to get them out in about an hour.
I read them through today morning and realised it didn't really contain the dating part at all and I had rambled on and on about literally everything else and it read as "friendship headcanon with a hinted future relationship" rather than dating headcanon, so I decided to rewrite the entire thing. I also was out of my flat for 4+ hours from 10am to 30 minutes ago so I didn't get to write before now.
(Typo of the day: "working on cases together eventually led into a kiss" was "working on cases together eventually led into a kids", woah that escalated quickly)
Helloooo I had a request for enola holmes 3. Reader is Enola’s best friend and she always had a thing for Sherlock. So I’d like to have a story in which both reader and Sherlock are kidnapped. You can do it as you prefer, that would be amazing, thank you!
Summary: Moriarty kidnaps you soon after Sherlock when she realises she could use you against him.
A/N: A reminder that very short and simple requests like this will become blurbs, under 500 words, which, for example, means that the rescue doesn't happen here. I also kinda modified the reader being Enola's godmother instead of her best friend as them being best friends suggests a big age gap between Sherlock and reader, which I'm not comfortable with. Requester gave me their blessing to do that, they first requested through IM's and I redirected them to my askbox.
Also I'm sorry if this is too similar with The Game, most of the Sherlock requests I got were about Sherlock and reader being imprisoned together while being romantically involved. I realised how similar this is only when I was proofreading, it literally has an identical scene of Sherlock saying reader has nothing to do with this, but yeah.
MORE THAN EVER
When Sherlock saw Moriarty’s men dragging you in, his heart felt like it stopped in fear for the first time since he did his first ever case. Why would she kidnap you?
“I found your letter,” Moriarty told him as soon as the soldiers slammed you down and put shackles around your wrists. “It wasn’t hard to recognise who is it for.”
“She has nothing to do with this,” Sherlock growled. “Let her go.”
Moriarty ignored him. “I hear she’s Enola’s godmother, and quite close with her. Having you both here will motivate Enola to work faster to find you, don’t you think?”
Sherlock stared at her. “For one who always thinks her plans through, you do not fathom the size of Enola’s wit.”
Moriarty smiled. “I expect her to exceed my expectations. Now, the letter. Tell me about it.”
Sherlock watched at your bruised face, your bloodied nose — he desired to snap Moriarty’s neck for doing that to you. This was exactly the reason why he never told about his feelings to you, why he never sent—
“The letter, Mister Holmes?” Moriarty snapped him out of his thoughts, and he glared at her. Moriarty smirked. “Or do you want to see how blue her face can get?”
Sherlock let out a shaky breath — pure rage brushed over him, licking at the back of his neck. But he knew he had to play her game, as much as it humiliated him.
Moriarty grinned again. “What I discovered was that she has feelings for you, too. Quite a while, in fact. Enola knows about it. So I am really doing you two a favour, alone time—” she cut herself off as she glanced at Lady Tewkesbury, “well, not completely alone, excuse her. Or who knows, maybe you’ll get to be actually alone, or maybe this little love story ends here, unless Enola plays the game like I told her to.”
You and Sherlock both stared at each other, and he swallowed. Moriarty was right, none of you had an infinite amount of time. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Hurry, Enola, he muttered under his breath as soon as Moriarty was gone from the cell, and could just hope Enola would prove herself to be a Holmes now more than ever.
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Hi! I've been following you for a while, and I recently came across your older posts about AI. While I understand why you feel so strongly about AI being used in creative spaces, I think there's another side to the conversation that's worth considering. Some people have intellectual disabilities, some have severe dyslexia, and others simply aren't able to express their ideas through writing, no matter how hard they try. Shouldn't those people have a way to share the stories they imagine too? I absolutely agree that people who are capable of creating on their own should do so. But there are also people who genuinely can't develop those skills to the same level, despite their best efforts. Telling them they can never be authors or artists because of that feels unnecessarily exclusionary to me. I hope you can see where I'm coming from. Have a great day!
Hi, so I'm not 100% sure if you mean people who are unable to write well should be allowed to use AI for stories, but in case you mean that:
I can't draw. I tried to learn for years, I drew something every single day, I watched tutorials, "took" classes (free from Youtube), I tried everything to some day be able to draw something better than something a 5 year old could have drawn. Absolutely no improvement whatsover happened, despite all my hard work. People would probably laugh if they saw my drawings and learned they were drawn by someone in her 30's, because they certainly do not look like they've been drawn by someone my age. The lines are harsh and unsteady, coloring has gone over the lines. It really looks like something drawn by a young child.
And yet, it was mine. Those unsteady, harsh lines on the paper came from my pencil, caused by my hand movements.
When you prompt the AI to do it, you are requesting someone else to write your story/draw your art, and AI uses people who never gave consent to their work being used in such a purpose. And then on top of that, you post it as your "own". Like if you request a fic from me, I write it, publish it, and then you copypaste it and post it to your own blog as yours without credit, that would be morally wrong. So why AI usage is okay in any sense around creative spaces?
Yeah, AI is a tool, it's not going away etc, but those data centers wouldn't be such a problem if 90% of AI users didn't use it on ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING. Children ask it "My friend said that only gays like pink, so am I gay?", adults ask it "should I wash the dishes or play a video game today?", teachers prompt it "write a reply email to this email a student sent me:"
It's madness, imo AI should be heavily restricted and ONLY using in workplaces in things where using it is somehow necessary ("necessary" does not cover replying to emails), or on workplace computers that have licenses installed, but you wouldn't be able to use it without a workplace-assigned license. No one at home needs genAI for ANYTHING.
If you didn't mean to defend AI usage in creative work, please elaborate what did you mean?
hi! could you please do a Tewkesbury x reader from the third Enola Holmes movie in the scene where he asks her if he forced her into the marriage? Like just them talking about their relationship in general and the path forward? idk about you but I just love how he wanted to see how she felt- like I don't see enough healthy portrayals of relationships in movies anymore!
thank you!! 🩷
(first ask~ I wholeheartedly welcome you into my home to eat my furniture if I said anything wrong lol)
Summary: Tewkesbury wonders if you agreed to marry him out of pressure, and you have a talk about it.
A/N: I'm not 100% sure if you meant that Enola would be replaced with reader in that scene where they have an argument about her being late from her wedding and the wedding getting cancelled because of it, and reader would be the one who was hesitant etc, and just rewrite that scene without the argument. If you did mean that, then I need to note that I don't write stuff where a character is replaced with another character or reader but the scene is otherwise identical/mostly identical (like identical dialogue etc), so I wrote this as them already being married, reader struggling to settle into being someone's wife (especially since he's not exactly an unknown person and there will be always attention around them), and Tewky starts to wonder if she regrets it. So I hope I intepreted it well enough!
ALREADY PERFECT
Viscountess Tewkesbury.
Those words still tasted so foreign when you introduced yourself to people, and you still hadn’t learned to understand that when someone called you by that name, you were supposed to react. Being a normal person just a few years ago and a viscountess now had happened so quickly that your mind simply didn’t keep up.
Tonight, there had been one of many dinners you had attended. And like always, someone brought up your background. Is it true you were living in the streets when Viscount Tewkesbury saved you?
No matter how many times you explained that you hadn’t been homeless nor Tewkesbury saved you, that actually you saved him, it went on deaf ears. You would explain it over and over again, and either nobody believed you or then they somehow kept forgetting.
So now you were sitting against the headboard of your bed, with a book leaning against your knees, when the door creaked open. You knew who it was, of course — the staff would knock before coming in.
“You’re still awake,” your husband said quietly, closing the door behind him. “I thought you might have drifted off after that long dinner with the solicitors.”
You gave him a small, tight-lipped smile. “I tried. My mind wouldn’t settle.”
Tewkesbury crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed near you, inspecting you for a moment.
“I've noticed you’ve seemed… distant lately,” he said then, sighing. He wasn't being accusing, you knew that, but it still made you flinch. “You've been that way since the wedding. I keep wondering if I’ve done something wrong. Or if you’re… regretting this.”
You blinked in surprise, not realising your awkwardness had been that obvious. You shook your head. “Tewkesbury, no. Of course I don’t regret marrying you.”
He reached out and took your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Then talk to me. Please. I can see something is weighing on you, and I hate the thought that I might be the cause.”
You swallowed, looking down at your joined hands. You had been afraid to say it, fearing he might take it wrong — but he was your husband now, and husbands supported their wives. At least they were supposed to, Tewkesbury was a rare one when he actually followed that promise he gave at the altar and didn't just knock you up and leave you at home while he'd go around England, mingling with the other nobles. You had seen enough men treating wives that way, but you knew from the moment Tewkesbury proposed that he'd never be like that.
“It’s not you, or our marriage. At least not directly,” you started with a sigh. “It’s just… this is so much. A year ago we were just dating, and while people weren’t exactly approving that someone like you would choose someone like me, nobody would criticise me for standing wrong, curtsying wrong, smiling wrong. It just feels like just existing could offend someone who I should show deep respect for. Your mother even warned that the Queen herself sometimes invites your family for political dinners.”
“Warned,” Tewkesbury snorted. “She… yes. The Queen is quite strict with etiquette. But you will learn. I will teach you myself. And it may also turn out that she won’t invite us anymore, mother says her age starts to weigh on her.”
You smiled a little at that, and squeezed his hand back. “Thank you for not expecting me to be perfect.”
“You already are perfect, to me at least,” he muttered, taking off his shoes before lifting his feet on the bed. “Now, my viscountess, do you want me to shower you in compliments more or shall we get some rest before tomorrow?”
You laughed, your title feeling much more pleasant coming from him. You scooted closer to him, leaning your head against his chest. “I would like some more compliments, my viscount.”
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Someone is going through my blog right now reading stuff across multiple fandoms and I'm following them going at it, and it's funny to look at some old fics comments in fics when I've just begun to be moots with someone, and their name is something pretty long, and their bio says their nickname something shorter and easier to remember, and I'm still answering to every comment like "thank you Chrysanthemum!"
It's giving the grandma who's the only one calling you by your full name even when EVERY SINGLE OTHER PERSON in the world uses a nickname.
HEYY! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY!! I saw you were taking requests for Enola Holmes 3, and i waited like three years for it, watched just now its amazing honestly.
Could you please write Sherlock Holmes x Reader who is injured and captivated by Moriarty with him? It’s absolutely alright if you can’t/won’t! Sending love. <3
Summary: When Sherlock doesn't agree to speak, Moriarty uses you to loosen his lips.
A/N: Just a reminder that super simple requests like this will get written as blurbs unless specified otherwise (the alternative would be a headcanon). A blurb is 200-500 words, which is why this is just a peek to the situation, the rescue doesn't happen during this for example.
Warnings: arm dislocation
THE GAME
When Sherlock woke up one morning to Moriarty tapping his cheek, he already expected she had news that she could use for leverage. His first thoughts were on Enola, that she had caught her — but then he saw you. Your tear streaked face, chained on the wall by your ankle.
“They have nothing to do with any of this,” Sherlock growled. “Let them go.”
Moriarty just grinned. “They have everything to do with this. Since you wouldn’t talk easily, I found out the most precious thing you could have, and ruin it. Love.”
Sherlock breathed heavily. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he’d rip the chains off the wall and tear Moriarty into pieces. It was something he would have never done before, but her cruelty was something he had never before encountered. And it was waking up the pent up rage inside him.
“I’ll ask you one more time,” Moriarty hissed. “Tell me about what you have found by now.”
Sherlock scowled at her. “I told you I will not play your game.”
“Fine,” she scoffed, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s motivate you a little.”
Before Sherlock could say another word, Moriarty had already wrung your arm behind your back, pulling as you cried out, and let go only when a sickening pop echoed through the cell. You whimpered as soon as she let go.
Moriarty let out a little sound, like a satisfied hum, before looking at Sherlock again. “Is that enough motivation, or should I break their arm next?”
“Stop,” Sherlock breathed out. “I’ll play your game, just… don’t hurt them.”
She grinned. “I thought you would. Now… tell me everything you know.”
So Sherlock told her — he knew perfectly well she already knew everything, and her forcing him to tell her was just a way to humiliate him. To have him dance to the sound she played.
After she was finally gone again, Sherlock looked at you holding your arm in front of you, still letting out quiet whimpers. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I—”
“This isn’t your fault, Sherlock,” you whispered, looking up slightly. “This is her game, and I agreed to play it when I started looking for you.”
He closed his eyes, willing himself to not reprimand you for setting yourself in danger. So instead, he nodded. “Enola will find us. I promise.”
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