#walvic

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

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"

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????