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dorksidefikerTitle: Building a House: the Anole Chronicles part 8: Under Pressure
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor, William
Prompt: 82. Strained
Word Count: 353
Rating: PG
Summary: Victor’s under a lot of pressure for all sides.
Author's Notes: Part 8 of the Anole Chronicles.
Prince William stood on the other side of Victor’s desk, lips pursed and his hands laying flat on the desk top as he leaned forward, encroaching on Victor’s personal space. “Get. Up.”
Slowly, due to both reluctance and his still healing injuries, Victor rose from his chair. “Yes, Your Highness?” he said, trying not to wince. To be honest, his ribs still ached abominably, but it had been worth the pain. Whatever it took to keep William safe.
“What are you doing here? You’re still on leave.” William straightened up, looking at Victor like he wanted to throttle him.
Victor looked down at the stack of paperwork he had been slowly working his way through, the seemingly endless amount of reports to be finished sitting there accusingly. “No rest for the wicked.”
“Well, there’s rest for you,” William announced. “This is an order, Victor. If you keep this up, you’ll work yourself into an ulcer, or worse.”
“People keep telling me that…” Victor noted as the prince marched around the desk with the clear intention to haul him bodily out of the room, if need be. “Your Highness-”
William’s hand shot out, wrapping around Victor’s bicep and pulling him way from the desk. Victor froze, suddenly finding himself nearly nose to nose with the prince consort. It’s not fair! his mind wailed, and it really wasn’t. William tensed up, clearly sensing that he might be coming far too close to some kind of line. Victor opened his mouth to say something to try and diffuse the sudden tension, but no words would come, and his tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth. William was so close…
And then he let Victor go and stepped back. “You’re on vacation until further notice. Understood?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Good.” William licked his lips and turned, quickly retreating from the room.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor, William
Prompt: 82. Strained
Word Count: 353
Rating: PG
Summary: Victor’s under a lot of pressure for all sides.
Author's Notes: Part 8 of the Anole Chronicles.
Prince William stood on the other side of Victor’s desk, lips pursed and his hands laying flat on the desk top as he leaned forward, encroaching on Victor’s personal space. “Get. Up.”
Slowly, due to both reluctance and his still healing injuries, Victor rose from his chair. “Yes, Your Highness?” he said, trying not to wince. To be honest, his ribs still ached abominably, but it had been worth the pain. Whatever it took to keep William safe.
“What are you doing here? You’re still on leave.” William straightened up, looking at Victor like he wanted to throttle him.
Victor looked down at the stack of paperwork he had been slowly working his way through, the seemingly endless amount of reports to be finished sitting there accusingly. “No rest for the wicked.”
“Well, there’s rest for you,” William announced. “This is an order, Victor. If you keep this up, you’ll work yourself into an ulcer, or worse.”
“People keep telling me that…” Victor noted as the prince marched around the desk with the clear intention to haul him bodily out of the room, if need be. “Your Highness-”
William’s hand shot out, wrapping around Victor’s bicep and pulling him way from the desk. Victor froze, suddenly finding himself nearly nose to nose with the prince consort. It’s not fair! his mind wailed, and it really wasn’t. William tensed up, clearly sensing that he might be coming far too close to some kind of line. Victor opened his mouth to say something to try and diffuse the sudden tension, but no words would come, and his tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth. William was so close…
And then he let Victor go and stepped back. “You’re on vacation until further notice. Understood?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Good.” William licked his lips and turned, quickly retreating from the room.