a Whouffaldi fic that puts my favourite pair back on the Orient Express, or some version of it, like during their last hurrah. They could don their smart clothes and have a wonderful time, it could be fluff, or darker, I really wouldn’t mind.
Or, anything set in the 1920s would make me happy.
I just want more Whouffaldi!
I wrote a smutty one shot set during MOTOE: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2446340
say you love me 