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We only got 51 seconds of John Watson but it was enough to get me squealing

Watson: Pass me the salt please love.

Sherlock, blushing: Of course.

Enola, watching them: My god, we were never this annoying, were we dear?

Tewkesbury, blushing harder than Sherlock: Nope, never.

John: Everyone, me and Sherlock have an announcement to make.

Sherlock: We decided to start dating a few days ago, but had been waiting for the right opportunity to tel-

Enola:Wait, wait, wait, I'm confused. I thought you both were already dating?

John: what-

Mycroft: Dating? I thought they were already married?

Sherlock: no, why-

Lestrade: Me too! I swear I remember going to their wedding.

John: No, guys what-

Tewkesbury who had been distracted by a plant and wasn't paying attention to the conversation: Oh, congratulations on the child you two! :D

Okay, so I'm gonna be giving a hot take right now, and I mean a HOT take (especially on this hellsite that practically worshipped, and still does, Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock and the BBC Sherlock show as a whole). But I just have to get this off of my chest,

My favorite version of Sherlock Holmes is Henry Cavill's Sherlock (especially after EH2).

I still need to watch Enola, but I couldn’t resist reading this first. Great job as always! ❤️ You never fail to write the most heartfelt and genuine stories. I always enjoy your work, and I can’t wait for more! ☺️

Out With the Old

A/N: You ask, and I deliver. Henry as Sherlock, set 6 months after the events of Enola Holmes, with reader as her sister! The fluff is wild, guys, but there’s a wonderful amount of hurt/comfort, too. Enjoy!

Gif belongs to the wonderful @anya-chalotra​ !! <3

Name: Out With the Old

Summary: Shakespearean insults are the best way to rile a private detective. Or, better yet, coax him into chasing you around his living room.

Words: 3039

“Seventy-five multiplied by sixty-three.”

“Four thousand, seven hundred and twenty-five.”

“Ninety-two multiplied by six hundred and three.”

“Fifty-five thousand, four hundred and seventy-six.”

“Very good! Now… how about seven thousand, three hundred and eighty-eight multiplied by… four thousand, seven hundred and fifty-six?”

“Thirty-five million, one hundred and thirty-seven thousand, three hundred and twenty-eight.”

Sherlock stopped in his pacing, lowering the mathematics book he’d picked from his mother’s bookshelf. An eyebrow raised, he turned to face you, sat languidly on a chair, an extremely unimpressed look on your face.

“That was… surprisingly quick,” he said.

You shrugged. “You can do it.”

“Yes, well-” His right eyebrow rose to meet the left, and he crossed his arms over his chest- “I don’t blurt out the answer a mere second after I’ve heard the question.”

You attempted to remain composed under his scrutinising gaze, but you hadn’t yet had enough time to master that ability just yet, and, well, he was Sherlock Holmes.

If it was at all possible, your brother’s gaze hardened, and you looked away, tapping your foot on the ground, before he cleared his throat and you rolled your eyes, heaving a sigh and falling back against the chair. “Mother always said my eyesight was better than anyone’s,” you told him submissively. “I can see the answers in the book from here.”

Swiftly, Sherlock whirling his eyes up to the ceiling and shook his head. He shut the book with a resounding slam and placed it on the table beside him before spinning back to face you.

“Stop cheating,” he said.

“It’s not cheating,” you insisted, standing to your feet, “it’s finding a loophole.”

“There’s a difference between being smart and being lazy.” He watched, turning around as you walked past him and over to the vase of chrysanthemums on the coffee table. You’d taken it from your mother’s room at home when Mycroft had started to clear it out. Home wasn’t home without chrysanthemums, and it was all the better that you knew they were hers.

“If it makes the job go faster, why shouldn’t I cheat?” you asked, believing it to be a genuine question. Your hand reached for one of the pink petals lying on the wood below the flowers. It was browning at the sides, and you twisted your lips in a thoughtful manner as you dropped it back in the vase.

“For the same reason you wouldn’t cheat at a school exam,” Sherlock replied. He walked up to you and lightly rapped on the top of your head, the corners of his lips curving upwards when you swatted at him. “Mental stimulation.”

You turned, leaning against the table and staring up at him. “I’m not sure that’s the reason you’re not supposed to cheat in a school exam, but alright.”

Sherlock chuckled lightly. He found it endearing how many differences there were between you and Enola. While she was still out there, strolling around London, lodging wherever she liked with the condition that he knew where, you had decided to take up your brother’s offer of returning to his home and staying with him. In all honesty, he likely would have insisted, considering you were about a month shy of fifteen at the time, but he’d still been surprised that the both of you were so willing to leave each other.

Watching you now, as you fiddled with another of the fallen chrysanthemum petals, he wondered over the past six months. He definitely preferred being the older brother as compared to the younger one. You were a force to be reckoned with, one thing you definitely had in common with Enola, and you often kept him on his toes – especially with these lessons he had taken to teaching you in replacement of his mother – but you were incredibly sweet, and he’d learnt as much from you as you had from him during your time together.

A smile still tugging at his lips, he reached for another book, flipping it open. “If you want to work with me, you have to learn to do things the proper way. There’ll be nothing for you to cheat on when we are out there being detectives.” Your shoulders dropped in defeat and he pat your back. The Holmes blood ran through you as proud and true as it did all three of your siblings, and you typically enjoyed these daily sessions, so why you were acting so resigned, he wasn’t certain, but he would get there eventually. He always did.

“Come,” he said, sounding as encouraging as he could manage. “Shakespeare. Our favourite!”

You heaved a sigh. “I do desire we may be better strangers,” you mumbled more to yourself, but Sherlock heard, and he turned, a look of satisfaction on his face.

“As You Like It,” he remarked. “Good. Now, concentrate, Y/N.”

“I’ve been concentrating for two hours!”

“Correction: you have been attempting to concentrate for two hours.”

“Thou cream-faced loon,” you said, louder this time, and he nodded, brows raising and lips pursing in clear pride.

“Hamlet.”

“A pox o’ your throat,” you began to quote, lifting your arm in the air, a sly smile on your face as you performed like you were on stage, “you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!”

Sherlock frowned, averting his eyes in thought. “I’m… beginning to think you aren’t just quoting Shakespeare.”

Once you reached the fireplace in the room, you whirled around, tilting your head to the side as innocently as possible. “What makes you say that, thou lily-liver’d boy?”

At that, Sherlock made a face of realisation, and he held the book in one hand while pointing a finger of the other in your direction. “Now, Y/N-”

“Out of my sight!” you called dramatically. “Thou dost infect my eyes!”

Sherlock placed the book on the chair you’d been sat on not five minutes ago. “I’d prefer if you didn’t use famous lines from the wonderful William Shakespeare to insult your older brother.”

“I bite my thumb at thou!”

“There will be no biting of thumbs, thank you.”

“Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows!”

“Well, then your elbows must be very intelligent.”

“You are as a candle, the better burnt out!”

“I remember you doing this as a child, now that I think about it.”

“Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat!”

“You would run about the house in your little night gown, quoting lines from Oliver Twist like a glorified stage actor.”

“More of your conversation would infect my brain!”

“Do you know what else I remember from your childhood?”

“Foul spoken coward, that thund’rest with thy tongue-”

“You were particularly ticklish.”

“-and with thy weapon nothing da- what?”

Sherlock’s smile broadened into a rare grin, and he crossed his arms over his chest, likely revelling in the way the words had stopped so suddenly on your tongue, hands halting in mid-air. When your wide-eyed, open-mouthed face turned to stare at him, he briefly waved an arm, shaking his head. “No, no, please do continue.”

You continued to stare at him, ready to run and more than ready to punch him in the face, but he just stood there, as though expectant of something, and you weren’t entirely sure whether you should continue in your Shakespearean rampage or give in to his attempts to teach you and simply let your damn brother have his way.

Nevertheless, despite the differences between you and Enola, there were many similarities… one of those being neither of you knew when enough was enough. Apparently.

“You are not worth another word-” you started daringly – perhaps you wanted to dare – watching with an ever-growing grin as your brother’s eyebrows ventured to reach his hairline, and his head dipped dangerously lower- “else I’d call you knave.”

He blinked once. Twice. Then he jolted forward, and you let loose a little yelp before jumping away from him, leaping over a couch in a way that would have had Mycroft writhing on the floor from a heart attack at having seen such a thing. Thankfully, this was Sherlock, and if your mother’s stories and the fact that he vaulted over the couch immediately after you were anything to go by… he wouldn’t be collapsing on the ground anytime soon.

“I’m glad to see you take after me with your love for literature!” he called out as he chased after you, stopping only to quickly grab the vase of chrysanthemums you’d accidentally knocked before it wobbled off the edge of the table. “Though perhaps you should lessen the enthusiasm!”

“Never!” you shouted back, the grin on your lips impossibly wide. You couldn’t remember ever having this much fun with someone who wasn’t Enola or your mother. And you’d never dreamed of Sherlock, the supposedly work-oriented, anti-fun detective, being the one providing this entertainment. He was racing after you, in his buttoned shirt, trousers and dress shoes, you in an old pair of his breeches and a loose blouse (he allowed you to flout society’s – and Mycroft’s – standards of young women wearing dresses and bows in their hair when he knew nobody was expected at the house that day). Abnormal grins were on your faces as you ran circles around the large room, you giggling uncontrollably and him with determination glittering in his eyes.

“You might as well stop running!” he called. “I always captured you and Enola in the end!”

“Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie!” you yelled, twisting to stick your tongue out at him and squeaking as you tripped over a pile of unnoticed papers laying haphazardly on the floor. You stumbled, trying to regain your footing, until you felt two strong arms encircle you and trap you against a hard chest.

“I think you’ll find that I do not lie, little Shakespearean,” Sherlock said, eyes devoid of the previous determination and now sparkling with mischief as he turned his head down to look victoriously at you. You laughed, pushing at his arms.

“Away, you scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! Away, you three-inch fool! You- ah! Sherlock! No!” You threw your head back in laughter as you felt his fingers dig into your sides.

“Go on,” Sherlock encouraged, “spew your insults. I am all ears.”

Listening to your contagious giggles, the man found himself close to beaming. Doubtlessly you would not remember the times when you and Enola had been young – no more than four and five years of age, respectively – and would adorably cajole him into chasing you both around the house, receiving well-earned tickles in the end. Mycroft had called it childish. Mother had called it sweet. Father had shouted at them to keep the noise down. He hadn’t much cared for their opinions at the time and he knew he wouldn’t now.

“Sherlock!” you screeched, bending over his arms as he let his fingers trail quickly up to your ribs. “Stopitstopitstopit!”

He shook his head fondly at your chaotic laughter, wondering briefly how he’d ever lived so long without it.

“Ninety-three multiplied by one thousand and sixty?” he asked casually, simultaneously wiggling his fingers into your neck and chuckling as you scrunched up your shoulders.

“SHERLOCK!”

“Tell me the answer. Show me how clever I know you are.”

“Uh- uh- wait! Nihine- ninety-eight thouhouhousand, five hundred and eiGHTY! I said it! I SAID IT, Sherlock, STOHOHOP!”

Sherlock stopped immediately, retracting his hand and keeping you upright as you fell back against him, residual giggles spilling from your lips while you panted for air. “So you did,” he agreed, patting your stomach twice. “Who needs cheating when you have a brain as intelligent as yours, hm?”

You raised your head up to stare at him. “That was…”

His eyes narrowed, daring you to quote Shakespeare again, and you smiled in defeat. “Terrible,” you finished. “Simply awful. If that’s what big brothers make a habit of doing, I might just leave here forever and stay with Enola.”

He chuckled again, releasing you and walking to pick up a stack of papers that had flown from his desk as he’d zoomed past just minutes before. “Ah, but then, who would keep me company?” he asked, offering a warm smile as you collapsed on the couch.

“You’ve lasted long enough by yourself,” you told him.

“Being alone can become routine, yes, but that does not mean you should have to like it.” He neatly settled the papers back and turned to face you, leaning against the wooden desk, hands braced behind him and one ankle crossed over the other. You glanced up as he spoke. “I have enjoyed having you here, Y/N. I must say it’s been easier for me to get out of bed each morning.” You dropped your eyes again, a hint of a terribly suppressed smile gracing your lips. “Anyway,” he said. “I think we’ve had our sufficient fill of Shakespeare today. What about Oliver Twist? Think you can remember some lines?”

At your lack of response, he frowned and absently bit his bottom lip, staring at your bowed head as you fiddled with a stray thread of the couch’s armrest. He glimpsed the clock on his desk. Half-past twelve. You’d worked longer and harder than this before and enjoyed it all immensely, so why you weren’t so keen now, he still wasn’t sure.

He pursed his lips. “You’re usually eager to solve these problems. What has you so unmotivated today?”

“It’s nothing,” you told him immediately, and he nodded slowly. He’d learnt in his line of work that it was always better to ask more questions and persist, but there was a limit with everyone, and he hadn’t quite explored those limits with you just yet. Nevertheless, as he readied himself to rephrase his question in an effort to figure out the cause of your lack of drive today, you spoke again.

“I just… I miss Enola,” you told him quietly, obviously relenting, and he moved forward to settle himself in the armchair next to you. “And Mother. That’s all. We used to do these things together. And I suppose… I have so loved doing them with you these past few months… but, sometimes, I get bombarded with memories, of times when she and Mother were still here, and they make me sad.”

He entwined his fingers together and nodded, glancing away for a moment. “I understand.”

You hated yourself for it, but you hardened your gaze enough to make your face look the slightest bit irritated. “How can you understand? You don’t know what it’s like to miss a sibling.”

His face fell the slightest bit, and you blinked, shaking your head. “Sorry,” you told him, “I didn’t mean it.” And you didn’t. Not really. But there were times when you thought about how easy it had been for Sherlock to take the train down to your house in the country, and how he had never taken advantage of that beforehand. You could already confidently say you had learnt to love him in the six months since he’d taken you in, and you were sure he felt the same.

But why couldn’t it have been sooner?

“I did think of you both.” You flicked your eyes up again when he spoke, soft and clearly considerate of his words as he placed his interlaced hands on his lap and stared at them with furrowed brows. After he sensed you’d looked up, he lifted his own eyes and nodded once. “Often. Just… well. I think perhaps I left it too long, and then each time I thought about coming to visit, I worried perhaps you wouldn’t want to see me.” He breathed a quiet chuckle and heaved a deep breath. “A weak and foolish excuse, I know, but I was a weak and foolish man. If I could go back and change the way I acted, I would. I would write to you, as Enola suggested, and come to visit as much as I could.” He glanced up again and sent you a sad smile. “It was two wonderful relationships wasted, and I apologise from the bottom of my heart.”

You felt a sort of relief at his words. Finally, after years of wondering, after years of waiting… sitting with Enola on your mother’s bed as you looked through the clippings of all your brother’s cases, and talked together in hushed whispers about what he might be like… you had an answer. It wasn’t the best answer, and a part of you doubted you would ever fully understand it, but you had it, and that was more than you’d possessed a minute ago.

“You’re here, now. That’s what matters,” you told him, offering your own smile, and he mirrored it.

“And, for what it’s worth, which I’m sure is a lot,” he said, leaning towards you, “I am one hundred percent certain Enola and Mother do not go a day without thinking of you, too.”

“Likewise,” you told him, feeling your heart warm, and he gave you another smile before he reached across for a small blue ball on his desk, throwing it in the air. Perhaps you’d be more inclined to play a game instead.

“Shall we return to your lessons?” he asked.

“What if I cheat again?” you asked, your lips curling up into a smirk. He chuckled, standing to his feet.

“Ah, well, you see, I know now how to curb that…”

You desperately shook your head, putting your up in surrender. “I’ll tell Mycroft on you!” you threatened, and the look he gave you made you burst into laughter after three seconds of pure silence. The both of you knew you wouldn’t speak to Mycroft if you could help it, and, to be quite honest, neither would Sherlock.

He threw you the ball as you made to stand up, chuckling when you yelped after seeing it coming towards you a little too late, struggling to hold it properly.

“Enola’s twice as good at these things,” you told him, tossing it back to him. He caught it easily.

“Well, if she’s twice as good, then you’re just good. And, often-” He aimed the ball in your direction- “all you need is a good person to get the job done. As dear William says… brevity is the soul of wit. Catch!”

How to raise your daughter: a complete guide by Eudoria Holmes

The reason there hasn't been any reveal of Watson in the Enola Holmes trailers is that the producers know that if they pair Henry Cavill off with another hot guy the only discussion around the film will be about them fucking.

#CALL HIM OUT

victoria-rue's Recommendation Masterlist

I was tired of play hide 'n seek with old stories in my likes. So I'm just going to leave them here so I can find them better and so other people can find them easier too ♥︎

Recommendation Masterlist part 1, part 2, part 3, & part 4

Stranger Things

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Beth by @farfromharry

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june baby by @luveline

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Penny 'Verse by @queenimmadolla

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Billy Hargrove

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We're A Family (Book Two) by @justmeinadaze

Steve, Eddie, reader, and her son are now all under one roof taking things one day at a time with their taboo little family.

Marvel

Steve Rogers

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Peter Parker

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In every universe you are the one person Peter Parker will always love more than anything; unfortunately, he always realizes it too late. Now that they've been granted a second chance none of them are willing to miss out on finally making things right.

Barbie

Ken

Kenough for you by @frost-queen

This Isn't Barbie Land by @guppydoll

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Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

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Are You With Me? by @sourstilinski

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Bill Weasley

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James Potter

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 by @astonishment

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Regulus Black

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Second Son by @cherryslyce

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Tom Riddle

Challenging fate by @lovebeinaprincessworld

There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

Young Sheldon / The Big Bang Theory

Georgie Cooper

Texas Romance by @countrymusiclover

Y/n is Missy's high school friend, even though the Cooper girl is only in elementary school. She spends a lot of time at the Cooper house and learns what living with Sheldon was like. Through her years of high school, she realized that she's crushing on the eldest football playing brother Georgie. He's reckless and does things his mom doesn't approve of so Y/n questions herself of how she is falling for him. The two have to figure out if they can actually be a couple or not and deal with Missy's teasing.

The Texas Tire Family by @countrymusiclover

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In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

folklore masterlist ✩ jake sully by @theseuscmander

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Hoodie by @midnightsapphire

you thought jake was the one, now you’re grasping straws at what was.. and what could have been

I See You by @heirtothekingdom (now only on Ao3)

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Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyo'itan

i want to see mama too by @dreamingofpandora

seven years ago, you had died alongside grace while trying to protect pandora. a few months after your death it was discovered that you were pregnant; leaving tsu'tey to raise your son vu'ran without you. but, things start to get strange when vu'ran is certain he saw you move.

Miles Quaritch

Ma Miles by @mechformers

When your son is taken, left behind by your Toruk Makto, you desperately go on the hunt for your boy. Knowing who took him, knowing that nothing good awaits him, you search high and low through the battlefield of Pandora, praying that Eywa will guide your way.

What Do I Tell My Friends Family by @plzfeedmebread

No More Than a Memory by @chaoticlicense

Miles isn't the same man as his human counterpart. The mistakes of the past are not his own. Neither are the feelings he has for a woman he's never met but remembers as though he has. In another life, you were everything to him. His light, his life, the one who brought a little joy to his dreary world. But you made your choice just as he made his. You both know that neither of you can change the past but maybe, just maybe, you can forge a new future…

Avatar: The New Mission by @milknhonies

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Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

ONE OF US by @forever--darling

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Charming Killer by @writing-makes-me-human

You get chased into the wilds of Pandora with a broken communication collar and a bullet wound, but Neteyam finds you. He goes to kill you but an omen from Eywa stops him, and as he approaches you he realizes you are his destined mate.

His Secret Admirer by @teyums

All Of My Love by @kurogxrix

IN WHICH Neteyam’s mother and clan disapproves of your relationship, because you’re a dreamwalker. When you both advance in your relationship, the clan cannot help but attempt to ruin things for the both of you.

Ao’nung

Weakened by Eywa by @shkudss

Ao’nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Jake & Neytiri

My Heart Never Knows by @star-girl69

In the safety of the Reef, you know no war. You only know your family, the feel of the ocean on your skin, the feel of the wind blowing through your hair. You know only simple things, the barely there shine of the sun, a reprieve from where you are covered by your sister. You are the moon and she is the sun, and you are destined to live like this. You had long since given up any hopes of a mate until the Forest People arrive, on their colorful flying ikrans. Ronal does not like them. Tonowari respects them. Tsireya is entranced, Ao’nung sees them as new market to tease. With your family divided, you do not know how to feel about them. Until you See them, the parents of this family, Jake Sully and Neytiri, and the sun suddenly feels so much brighter. But your heart never know the future. It is in the hands of Eywa, but you cannot give your heart to these strangers knowing it could hurt. But, it seems this strange man and woman have other plans.

Keep Me Ablaze (Book One) by @star-girl69

The only mother you have ever known is the forest. Yes, you have Grace, other women at the base. But they are not quite your mother. It’s hard for your Aunt to talk about her- but how can you blame her? Alone and drifting through the world, a fire burning inside of you that threatens to snuff out, Grace teaches you alongside the Omaticaya at her school. They call her sa’nok, and sometimes you wish you could call her that too. But you feel like you would be betraying your mother. Neytiri is your spark, even while you’re young, shy when Grace pushes you to play with her and even shyer when the two of you form a tentative friendship. But it grows, and she grows into the woman you know now. Life without her is miserable, but at least you have something new to explore in the form of your Avatar. You run through the forests and help Grace, and soon you are 20 years old and looking out onto your life like it is a prison. You could leave. Go to Earth. But you couldn’t leave the forest, your Aunt, the memories of your mother and father. Then, Jake Sully comes, a warrior with no legs, who holds the same spark as Neytiri does. But with the weight of impending war looming on each of you, death everywhere, you don’t know if they can keep you ablaze.

Ember in Your Hands (Book Two) by @star-girl69

Although a part of you had died, you found that you were still full of life. With children running around and healed scars, life is what you dreamed about during those dark nights so long ago. You don’t know betrayal anymore, you don’t know loss or suffering. When you’re forced out of the only home you’ve ever known, you find yourself becoming hateful and bitter. You blame your mates, who have only ever burned for you, for all that has happened. You’ve changed and they’ve changed, and you’re not sure if they can keep you ablaze- not this time. You’re just an ember in your hands.

Yawnetu by @sunandsstars

One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. _ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right?

Tonowari & Ronal

Yawnetu by @sunandsstars

With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals

Neteyam & Ao’nung

He's Not So Bad by @biolumilunareclipse

your parents as well as the his had decided that you would be ao’nungs mate and the tsahìk of the metkayina clan. you were to be mated after you had both reached a certain point in your training. naturally, they suggested you help ao’nung and tsireya help teach the forest people your ways in your free time. this allows you to develope a close bond with the eldest son, neteyam, with whom you have plenty in common. as time passes and ao’nung becomes more accepting of them, he realizes they have plenty in common as well.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Willy Wonka

Chocolate Princess by @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

Y/n Ficklegruber can't help but become enamoured with the spectacularly peculiar man stood in the middle of the galleria.

The Candy Man by @kteezy997

Enola Holmes/Bridgerton

Sherlock Holmes

Upon a nightly walk by @frost-queen

Having snuck out of the house to explore the town at night, you stumble upon a drunken Sherlock. His drunken behavior very silly and adorable to you, you take it upon yourself to escort him home. Once there, you find it hard to leave him alone so you decide to stay. Which comes to a surprise for a waking Sherlock who tends with care for his sweet savior. 

Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether

Love at first encounter by @frost-queen

The moment I knew by @frost-queen

You are very bubbly, sweet and wise. Every since you were a little girl you dreamed of becoming a princess. One day you meet Tewkesbury, completely smitten by him and he by you. You are very certain about your future with him after meeting him once. Later during family diner, you tell your siblings you are to marry him. Leaving them with different reactions to your sudden news.

Benedict Bridgerton

love letters and seconds sons by @jimblejamblewritings

The princess is finally ready to debut in society. But before she does, she decides to disguise herself and see the true faces of the ton.

The Bear

Carmen Berzatto

Six Months by @aestheticaltcow

parenthood angst

I just binged both movies and this boy gets a Best Boi certificate from me

shout out to tewksbury who is one of the most eligible bachelors at a huge party and inspecting the houseplants. iconic

𝒄𝒂𝒍'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒇

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬...

𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

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𝒋𝒋 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌! 

𝒐𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓... (one-shot) 𝟏𝟖.𝟖𝒌 summary: a piano prodigy had captured the eye of jj ever since they were young, but their friendship is constantly up and down. she claims she's interested in piano and piano only, but (un)fortunately the heart wants what it wants

࿐𝒋𝒋 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒔

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏!

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍-𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒔 (one-shot) *coming soon

So, Enola Holmes 2 came out today, and I'm currently watching it. Being a violinist for 7 years now, watching movies with people using orchestral instruments always trigger me in some way shape or form. But I cannot get over how horribly Henry Cavill held that violin..... I wanted to go through the screen and fix everything about it.

Louis Partridge <33

Louis Partridge :)

Enola Holmes & 2 🩷🔎 (2020&2022)

I always love detective 🕵🏻‍♀️ Movies & Shows and this is no exception to it🧡 Maybe because I’ve always had to decipher my everyday life but there’s something to it💚 I actually wanted to and still kinda want to be a PI since like 2017🖤 but Love this Movie🍿 I think my favorite is the 2nd one💜 I like how she faces adversaries and learns from them and she still punches through metaphorically and literally🤎 She can be adventurous and find love❤️

Watched 1st one 6/04/2024 & 2nd 6/05/2024🌷

I'm rewatching Enola Holmes and am so exited for the next movie.

And I wonder if we will ever learn Tewky's first name. Enola can’t call him by his last name forever, right?

Do you guys have a first name for him in mind?

To me he's an Oliver.

I was just watching Enola Holmes and why does this dude look like that!??! Like why?? 💀💀💀

Your Real Voice (Sherlock Holmes x Reader) [Request]

Hi! If youre taking requests can i please ask for a (henry) sherlock Holmes where the f!reader is Enola’s personal maid and when Sherlocl arrives they both fall for each and she’s clumsy around a lot and they confess one night and a lot of fluff ensures? Thank you so much!—Requested by anon

So, this is not quite as fluffy as you probably wanted, anon. One, because Sherlock isn’t exactly fluffy in any iteration he appears, and two, because I rather felt the exchange that occurs in this request is more honest and open than in what I could have written. I’m sorry if you don’t like it.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: mrcavill

The first time you met Sherlock, he swept through the door with Enola, taking in the hallway and adjacent rooms with one swift, all-encompassing glance.

He noticed you last, however.

You curtsied the moment he met your gaze, a nervous smile tugging at your lips, before you turned your attention to his sister. The young woman flung a shawl at you, not out of a lack of respect but merely because she yanked it so hard off her shoulders its momentum carried forward out of her hand. You caught it clumsily, not yet used to your mistress’s frustration with upper-class formalwear, and folded it awkwardly over your arm.

“And you are?”

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