#eliza scarlet x william wellington

[farfarawaygirl]

ahhh not an ask but i started following you for Chenford way back when but i'm also a fan of Miss Scarlet and the Duke too and love that you watch it too!! it's such a little gem of a show

I love this!!!

Eliza and William are --- actually the perfect shipping conundrum. I am obsessed with the question of if them being together would be perfection, or would be a little death - in one of those weird ways. 

Both of them, especially Eliza, are so forward thinking for their time. They both have a ‘handicap’ in the view of society, Eliza as a woman, and William with his lack of familial connections and the fact that he is a Scot. I like that while they are both unbalance apart from each other, their union would solve so many issues for them individually. But, is that what Eliza really wants? Could William deal with her as his wife? For them, there is no clear answer, and that is what makes it even more delicious as a viewer. 

In contrast with Chenford, I just feel that there is no other answer than them being together. 

No matter what happens on MS&TD, I feel like I could understand any outcome even if it hurt, with Chenford, it is them or nothing. 

I like both shipping lanes! 

Thank you for this non-ask, sorry for the delay! 

[ariadnethedragon]

MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE (2020-)

S4E2: Six Feet Under

[misselesava]

MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE (SEASON 4) You are a good detective, Eliza. And whatever happens from here, you will find a way to make it work. You always do.

[miithridatism]

✩ Series 4

[coolcatkerr]

Eliza + William | "Because I love you." [Season 4]

"This isn't goodbye. It's goodbye for now"

I swear if they don't renew for season 5! We FINALLY had a kiss and THAT infamous first kiss BUT AT WHAT COST - app the duke going to America for a year 😅

Song: Two - Sleeping at Last

[kanerallels]

Posting a little MSATD one shot for fun and profit! After a little pondering, I decided to go with this one! As with most of my fics, it was written before S4 started to air, so it won't have any spoilers for that, and only minimal for S3! (also this one is a part one, so I'll have to post the follow up at some point. If you're interested in being tagged, let me know!

“Let. Her. Go,” William bit out, his gaze focused on the man with the gun. Which Eliza could hardly blame him for, since the gun was inches from her own head. 

“Tell your men to stand down first,” the man growled. “I’m not going to prison.”

“You’ll be going in the ground if you don’t drop the weapon,” William snapped, his gaze briefly flashing to Eliza and— she knew that look. It was a “be ready” look. Something was about to happen, and she had best be prepared.

The man holding her hostage was talking again, but Eliza wasn’t really listening. She didn’t have much time for hearing a rich man complain about how terrible his life of luxury was. And besides, she was waiting for… something.

The moment was obvious when it came. The man had started gesturing with the hand holding his gun, and as he waved it to one side, Eliza heard a gunshot. Behind her, the man screamed, jerking backwards, and the hand clamped onto her shoulder released her.

Eliza bolted forward, heading towards where the police had taken shelter a few yards away. She saw William shift, like he was ready to move towards her— and then another gunshot rang out. Something slammed into her side, sending her toppling forward.

It was only as she hit the ground, gravel digging into her palms, that the fiery pain began to spread through her and she realized she’d been shot.

“ELIZA!”

She’d never heard William shout like that, his voice raw and desperate. He sounded… terrified. More terrified than he had when he’d had a gun pointed at his head, than when he’d been holding a bomb that could go off at any second.

He was there a few heartbeats later, grabbing her by the shoulders and rolling her over. A stab of pain went through Eliza, and she tried and failed to hold back a yelp. “William—”

“Stay still,” he ordered, shrugging out of his jacket. Eliza, despite her head spinning from pain and shock, heard shouts and a few more gunshots, people racing past them. 

She started to sit up, trying to see what was going on. William, who was pulling a knife out of his pocket, said, “Eliza. Stop. Phelps and Fitzroy have the suspects.”

“Blast it,” Eliza muttered, still trying to sit up. “This had better not mean I’m not getting paid—” she cut herself off with a gasp of pain.

“Oh, for— will you stop moving?” William barked, slashing the sleeve off of his jacket. Sliding an arm underneath her shoulders, he half-lifted her up, settling his shoulder underneath hers.

Agony burned through her, and Eliza choked back a whimper. She could not show weakness, not right now. Reluctantly, she shot a glance at the area where the pain was coming from.

The bullet had caught her in the side of the abdomen. Torn fabric and blood were all she could really see before William pressed the folded sleeve over the wound. “Hold that there,” he said, and waited until she’d done so to let go.

Grimacing, Eliza let her head drop back. “Blast it,” she muttered. “I rather liked this dress.”

William snorted as he started cutting long strips off the hem of his jacket. “Not what I’d have thought you of all people would be focusing on right now.”

“Well, this is the first time I’ve been shot,” Eliza pointed out. “Would you rather I focused on that?”

Her voice quivered, but only slightly, and William didn’t comment. In fact, he was surprisingly silent as he tore one last strip of fabric free, and Eliza could swear she saw his hands shaking, just for a moment, as he pocketed the knife again.

Another wave of pain went through her, and she bit her lip hard. “Oh, dear,” she murmured. “I must say, I don’t exactly enjoy this so far.”

“I know,” William said, his voice soft but firm. “Hold still just a minute— let me finish this bandage, then we’ll get you to a doctor. I promise.”

Pressing his hand against the bandage, he nodded for her to let go, and began binding it in place with the strips of fabric. Eliza’s head spun, and she couldn’t hold back a groan. “Ugh. What— what happened to the suspect?”

Glancing over his shoulder, William said, “Fitzroy has him in custody, along with the others.”

“Hmm. Who shot him?”

“That would be one of the new detectives. Pretty good shot— got rid of the gun and most of his hand at the same time.” Tying the last strip in place, William studied her. “You’re not going to faint, are you?”

Eliza let out a huff of annoyance, then regretted it as a wave of pain went through her. “I am not going to faint. Help me up.”

“Absolutely not, and I’m not going to waste time arguing with you.” 

Before Eliza could even begin to protest— and she had plenty of protesting to do— William slid an arm underneath her legs and hoisted her into his arms. As he rose to his feet, Eliza instinctively threw an arm around his neck, clinging to him to prevent herself from toppling to the ground.

“You alright?” he asked, starting to move.

“Fine,” Eliza managed, which was not exactly true. Pain was burning through her, her head was spinning, and she was being carried off of the crime scene like some kind of swooning lady. “Though really, William, this is rather undignified and ungentlemanly of you.”

He actually snorted at that. “I’ll worry about being gentlemanly again once you’ve seen a doctor.” Pausing just for a moment, he said quietly, “You know, you’re allowed to be shaken, Eliza. There’s nothing wrong with being scared after something like this.”

“I am not scared,” Eliza muttered.

“I was.”

His voice was matter of fact, like he was stating the weather, and Eliza had to take another look at his face. It was set, stern and emotionless, but there was no expression of his she could not see through.

Without speaking, she let her head drop down onto his shoulder, closing her eyes. She felt his arm around her tighten briefly, in a silent response. And for just a moment, Eliza let herself feel… safe. Despite the pain and the fear she was trying not to admit.

And then they were getting into William’s carriage and he was shouting at the driver to go faster, and her spinning head was getting worse and worse. “Oh, blast it,” she muttered. “William?”

“What?”

“I may be about to faint.”

Whatever his response was, she was unable to hear it as she dropped into darkness. The last thing she felt was his hand around hers.

[mewmckenna]

another one! i am slowly losing my mind

[teamhodgins]

Eliza & William | Goodbye For Now

[blacklister214]

ScarNash in 2x04 (Miss Scarlet & the Duke)

Even in his introductory episode, everything Patrick does makes him better than William as Eliza's love interest.

Demonstrating respect vs disrespect:

William: Tries to shut her out of her own investigation. Acts like it is a big favor he's been manipulated into when he lets her listen to Fitzroy's findings. Don't get me wrong, Eliza does try to manipulate William from time to time, but 1) he don't leave her a lot of other options and 2) it's his go-to assumption. Sometimes Eliza is actually hurt or upset with him. Sometimes...Actually all the time she would like a little freaking respect thrown her way.

Patrick: Offers to shake her hand upon introduction. Asks her to work for him and is so committed he is willing to dedicate time and funds to get his way. Is so impressed with her progress he concocts a plan to steal her results. He acknowledges poaching the results from her in front the client, his staff and other witnesses, rather than passing them off as his purely own.

Compatible vs incompatible methods:

William: Relies on his position at Scotland Yard both to convince Eliza to turn over the files, and to pull Fitzroy into his investigation. Eliza has no authority to wield.

Patrick: Patrick blackmails Sinclaire. Goes undercover as Inspector Bates. Tries to trick Eliza using Sinclaire. Eliza blackmails Potts, goes undercover as Miss Belfry, DOES trick Patrick using Sinclaire.

Expressions of Admiration/Insults:

William: Calls her, in front of Ivy and Potts, "an opportunist with no thought for anything other than her own gain" and brings up Potts' insults: "impossible, untrustworthy, and unchristian." Claims that he's praised her before, but does not do it at any point in this episode. Instead of complimenting her trick with Sinclaire, he belittles her having trusted him in the past. Eliza, on the other hand, does express admiration for his rescue of Fitzroy, which William manages to be insulted by.

Patrick: Calls her "determined, ambitious, hungry. The holy trinity." Calls them "kindred spirits". Calls her "impressive" in front of the room, even when he thinks he has beaten her. Congratulates her in person on her "magnificent win" after realizing he got his ass kicked and says "well played." Responds to her rubbing salt in wound by saying "What a woman."

Even as the antagonist, he is the better option.

[ariadnethedragon]

MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE (2020-)

S4E4: The Diamond Feather

[gaygentdanvrs]

[omgtalkingmuffin]

Three times she was not his wife (and one time she was, kind of)

Miss Scarlet and the Duke: 1.02/2.03/2.05/3.02

[sumiiikitty]

Yall, I’m so disappointed. It took 4 seasons to him to confess, he dipped the very next minute, and now they’ll probably write him off as having died in New York.

Aside from the obvious, that they dragged the hell out of the “will they, won’t they” aspect of their relationship, William’s character suffered a lot too. His character kept getting screwed over (missed promotions..etc..) and was increasingly becoming secondary to Eliza, despite the title being “Miss Scarlet and the Duke” and in all honesty, I didn’t see his character going anywhere for the past 2 seasons.

I feel like we got that throwback episode to the kiss™️ way too late, it should have happened at the latest, season 3. I mean sitting home with Eliza was what finally got him to confess. I didn’t mind that he had to leave, it gave time Eliza to see how their relationship would work. And season 4 could have been her working with Nash and figuring out how she could be with William and at the same time, we could have seen William doing his thing in a new place. Then we would be seeing, Miss Scarlet and the Duke!

Anyway, so while yes, majorly disappointed that Stuart won’t be coming back, at least he’s going off to do, hopefully, better things.

[poppypickle]

Victorian epistolary fic? Apparently I know her!

I’ve gotten very into Miss Scarlet and the Duke and - whoops! - wrote some Eliza/William fic. Flirting and feelings and quarreling as a love language abounds.

[kanerallels]

Behold, the very quick follow up to this fic!! As with before, no season 4 spoilers!

This was the last place William should be. He had half a dozen things that needed attending to after the recent arrests— paperwork to be filed, men to debrief, to say nothing of the superintendent— and a dozen more open cases he should be working on.

And yet. Here he sat, in a rickety chair in a small hospital room. Flipping through one of the files Fitzroy had dropped off at his request and pretending to read the contents. Pretending he wasn’t watching the woman laying motionless in the hospital bed.

He’d brought Eliza to the hospital a few hours earlier. After she was taken hostage and shot. Shot. How could I let this happen? The doctors had been able to remove the bullet and stitch her up easily enough, but due to a combination of blood loss (too much blood. He still remembered her blood staining his hands.) and sedatives, she still hadn’t woken up. And William couldn’t bring himself to leave.

Staring at the file in his hands, he tried to read the report inside. Instead, his gaze drifted up to Eliza again. Her eyes were closed, and the white sheets made her look even paler. She was almost never still like this. Even when she was sitting, one could practically see her thinking, her mind moving faster than he would have thought possible.

I let this happen. Henry, I’m so sorry. I should have protected her better.

Swearing under his breath, William tossed the file to the side, where it joined the others on the bedside table. Running a hand over his face and through his hair, he dropped his face into his hands.

“You look rather terrible.”

Eliza’s voice, albeit weaker than usual, snapped him out of his thoughts. Sitting up sharply, William saw her watching him from her bed. A thousand different retorts tumbled through his head, all swept away seconds later by the thought, She’s awake. She’s awake and alright.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

One of her eyebrows went up. “I must say, I wasn’t expecting that answer. Usually, you’d have some snide response.”

“Usually, you haven’t been shot,” William pointed out, the ache in his chest easing a little. She’s fine. “And I am not snide.”

“Of course, William,” she said, not a speck of sincerity in her voice, and he had to roll his eyes. “Um. I admit my memories are a little fuzzy, but… we apprehended our culprit?”

Of course, she’s focusing on the case. Although she’s in the right for once— I should be, too. “We did,” he assured her. “Fitzroy and Phelps are processing the prisoners. Your client dropped by earlier, he said that he would deliver your payment tomorrow.”

“Hmm. Well, as humbling as having one’s client see one in a hospital bed is, I suppose the payment will make up for that,” Eliza reflected with a sigh as she stared up at the ceiling. Flicking a glance at William, she asked, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be working?”

Leaning back in his seat, William gestured to the files stacked on the bedside table. “I am working.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Eliza said, rolling her eyes. “Why are you here, William?”

Well. He couldn’t exactly tell her the real reason. Glancing to the side to buy a little time, William thought, Oh, that would go well. Just say “I’m here because I nearly got you killed and your father is probably turning in his grave, and I’ve never come so close to losing you in my life. And it terrified me.”

I definitely can’t say that.

A slight gasp caught his attention, and he looked up to see Eliza grimacing as she tried to sit up. “What the blazes do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, moving out of his seat and to her side in a swift movement. 

“I hate laying here like this,” Eliza huffed as he set a hand at the small of her back, supporting her. “It makes me feel far too useless, like some kind of invalid.”

“You’ve been shot,” William pointed out, moving and stacking the pillows behind her. “You are an invalid. Here, lay back on that. Slowly.”

He didn’t let go until she’d eased back onto the pillows, which supported her so she was half reclining, half sitting upright. Then he moved back to his chair. “This, by the way, is why I’m here,” he informed her. “To make sure you don’t kill yourself trying to sit up.”

“Hardly likely, with you hovering like a mother hen,” Eliza grumbled.

“Well, that is the intention. And I’m not a mother hen.”

Letting out a snort that William did not think was remotely ladylike, Eliza said, “Now that is a blatant lie. If there’s one thing this entire debacle has proved, it’s the fact that I’m right.”

“Debacle is right,” William muttered, a twinge of guilt skewering him again. Ruthlessly shoving it down, he told her, “When you’re better, we’re going to have a conversation about charging into situations that you don’t have a grasp on yet.”

She rolled her eyes. “If I never went charging into situations, there would be a great many unsolved cases out there, William. I rather think that’s worth the price.”

“Well, I don’t.” It slipped out before he could think better of it.

She didn’t even bat an eyelash. “You don’t get a vote.”

“Of course I don’t.” He’d be annoyed if he wasn’t so relieved to see her awake and alright, snipping at him like she always did. She’s alright. I didn’t completely fail, and she’s safe, most importantly.

That eased enough of the fear and unrest stampeding through his chest. Reaching forward, he plucked a file off the bedside table, flipping it open. As he began to read it, he could feel Eliza watching him. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Working,” he said, not looking up. “Remember?”

“You don’t need to stay with me, you know,” she said. “I’m fine on my own.”

“I know.”

She didn’t say anything else— not then— and together, they settled into a comfortable silence.

[mewmckenna]

I spent an hour making these and making myself laugh idc