#walvic

[themrswallace]

Victor Quartermaine staking his claim by sitting in Wallace's armchair then swirling a glass of fine gin in one hand as the man politely asks him to move while awkwardly figeting just for him to reply - "Perhaps I might...unless you find yourself inclined to...make me, Pesto"

[themrswallace]

DO NOT GET INTO WALVIC YOUR SMUT IS TOO POWERFUL!

Why do you automatically assume my first story is gonna be 18+? I have other ideas that don't involve bits and pieces flying everywhere, Wallace is allowed to keep his clothes on (Well). Could be angsty, or...suspenseful! Slowburning...something else profound and heartfelt... Convinced? Neither am I

[themrswallace]

Now I can’t stop hearing Victor go -

“No no, here, Pesto. Where you belong, like the good little vermin you are”

“That is the finest cut of beef you are ever going to taste in your pathetic excuse of a life. No slouching. Shoulders straight, retain posture, I see elbows on that table and there will be hell to pay”

“Wallace, darling, daddy would like a word. Come now, whatever are you standing there shaking for? Stop it immediately”

“Ugh, you’re a lowly creature. But I do so love that face. Give daddy a kiss. Good rabbit. Sit on my knee and I’ll let you watch that dreadful garden squad you enjoy so much”

[themrswallace]

LADY TOTTINGTON RUNNING INTO THEM ONE DAY AND THINKING THEYRE SUDDENLY FRIENDS LIKE I AM SCREAMING

“Victor—I do hope you aren’t planning anything ungainly”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Campanula! Wallace and I here were simply on our way to enjoy a spot of lunch, do join us, won’t you?”

“Hmmm, perhaps I shall. Someone has to keep an eye on you”

“Wonderful!”

The entire time Wallace is quiet and sheepish and whenever she looks down they’re holding hands

[themrswallace]

I was bad I was bad I thought a thing and -

Victor calling Wallace “Pesto” whenever he’s misbehaved or displeased him in some way then making him sit on the rug like a good dog and stay beside him until he’s learnt his lesson in just his briefs and tank top, maybe socks if it’s cold

[themrswallace]

Victor cornering Wallace in the forest again except it leads to some rigorous sword play (if you know what I mean)

[themrswallace]

My mind is going deeper into Walvic hell because it's now imagining one of them pregnant, and i am not remotely sorry for that mental image - Logically, you'd assume Wallace cus he's got those birthing hips, you know what I mean? But would the irony be VICTOR having their baby and getting all that pregnancy love from his husband, who adores him being chubby and soft and weepy most of the time, like what would the thing even look like????