Rebels Georg

Today's prompt for Spring Fling, hosted by @monthly-challenge, is Sunshine! And for it, I have produced a little Williza drabble

(And yes, I know that it's probably never gonna be canon now. But I'm fueled by spite and the Vibes, not logic. And I hate the idea of letting the fandom die just because the actor is no longer in the show. This ain't my first OTP that I've watched die in front of me, and it sure as cuss won't be the last. That won't stop me from writing fan fiction for it. Public service announcement over!)

(Oh also this is set sometime around season one or two, I'd say?)

It was rare that there was a sunny day in London. Usually a nice day was only mostly cloudy, without any rain.

But today the sky was clear, and sunshine warmed the damp streets. Most of the other residents of London were in more cheerful moods than usual, and who could blame them?

For @monthly-challenge's Februfluff day 10: Night out!

“I have to say, this was a good idea,” William commented as they took their seats. “It’s been a while since we last had dinner together.”

“Too long,” Eliza agreed, smiling at him, and William would be lying if he said his heart didn’t stutter a little at the look.

Which was ridiculous. They’d had dinner together hundreds of times by now. This one wasn’t any different just because she was the one who’d suggested it, or because it was fairly soon after their most recent dinner. Or even because she was wearing a vivid red dress that took his breath away.

MSATD S4 E4 THOUGHTS INBOUND

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.

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.