victor becomes genre-savvy and offers yuuri some interesting choices
so basically @exile-wrath, @forovnix, and i have been watching W: Two Worlds and we just finished ep7 and it’s heckin amazing (wrath’s seen it before, so he’s been all “honey u gotta big storm coming” to us and mzsjglkjdf) and we basically need a viktuuri au of this RIGHT NOW
“Is… Is there a particular reason why Viktor isn’t here himself?” Yuuri asks, raising an eyebrow as he watches Christophe take a sip of his latte across the table in the chic little cafe they’d cloistered themselves in. “I mean, I know he’s busy, but –”
“He wanted me to deliver you this message,” says Christophe, his brows furrowed somewhat as he sets down his cup and consults his mobile. “He says that, er, he would like for you to make a decision.”
Yuuri blinks. “A decision?” he echoes.
“Yes,” agrees Christophe. “He says that since this is the story that the two of you are creating together, he doesn’t want to continue without your agreement as to how to proceed.”
“Since this story of fashion and intrigue is at an impasse, I’ve decided in the meantime to try and figure out how to best romance Yuuri,” declares Viktor as he dons a pastel blue jacket and adjusts his cuffs.
Christophe nods. Viktor has been saying some strange things lately, and this is barely skimming the surface of weird at this point. Just the other day he’d caught Viktor muttering something about a devil wearing Prada, and had wisely decided not to question him on it.
“Why not ask him yourself?” he asks.
Viktor raises an eyebrow while in the middle of tucking in his Hermes pocket square. “We aren’t quite at that point yet in the story,” he remarks cryptically.
“Can you make sense of any of that?” wonders Christophe.
Yuuri bites his lip, dons a smile he hopes doesn’t look too fake. Of course when his version of Viktor Nikiforov finds out that he’s in a fanfiction, he’d also take the opportunity to call Yuuri out on his lack of updates.
“I suppose,” he hedges. “Is that it?”
Christophe consults his mobile with a dark chuckle. “Oh, no. He’s told me to offer you the following choices.”
“I’ve been doing my research,” continues Viktor as he starts to comb his hair, clearly unaware of Christophe’s confused expression hovering in the mirror behind him. “I’ve found that there are several romantic storylines that we could use.”
He whirls around then, and Christophe quickly affects a placid smile, praying to any god he can think of that Viktor won’t see right through him.
Viktor holds up a finger. “One: Like a Fairytale, or a Cinderella-esque encounter complete with balls and fancy parties.”
Christophe nods. Viktor holds up a second finger.
“Two: Beside the Dancing Sea, or a romantic getaway in a remote seaside town full of magic and intrigue.”
Christophe frowns, but he nods anyway. Viktor holds up a third finger.
“and three: Like Your French Girls, or a simple, sweet everyday sort of romance.”
Christophe opens his mouth, intent on saying something, but Viktor sweeps past him to head out of the wardrobe room, and Christophe has no choice except to follow. Besides, Viktor is still talking, even though half of the terms seem to be in a completely different language.
“I don’t suppose Yuuri would be into the idea of a/b/o dynamics, and besides, that would probably require more worldbuilding that wasn’t already previously established. We do still have to work within the confines of what is possible in this universe, after all, so I guess a rivals storyline wouldn’t fit – which is a shame, since it could lead to really hot – oh! One more suggestion, Chris.”
“Yeah?” asks Christophe, coming to a stop just behind Viktor, whose hand is already on the door of the wardrobe room.
Viktor turns back, shrugs one shoulder out of his suit jacket. “Four: The Boyfriend Experience, or a bold and sexy adult-only romance.” And he winks.
Yuuri gapes harder.
Christophe examines his nails idly. “For the record, Viktor would like to inform you that he has a preference for number four.” He pauses. “And so would I.”
Yuuri hides his face in his hands. “What?” he wheezes.
“Which one will it be?” asks Christophe.
Yuuri eyes his own cup of coffee. “I…” he begins, but the words fail him. Viktor really has done his research. “You know, that’s really not –”
“You just have to choose a number, you know.”
“What were they again?”
Christophe laughs. “One: Like a Fairytale, two: Beside the –”
“Yeah, okay.” Yuuri pinches the bridge of his nose. “But why?”
“Because he wants your consent before proceeding with developing the romance. At least, that’s what he told me.”
“He really is a businessman, isn’t he?” wonders Yuuri. “Even his romancing requires a spreadsheet to keep track of all of his options.”
“He just wants you to pick one so we can begin preparations,” replies Christophe.
“You mean he’s serious about this.”
Christophe nods. Yuuri purses his lips, before picking up his latte and taking a sip, trying to buy himself some more time.
“I do like the sound of parties,” he muses after a moment.
“So number one, then?” asks Christophe, already pulling out his phone.
Yuuri shakes his head. “Hold on, hold on! What about… what was number four?”
“A bold and sexy adult-only –”
“Nope.” Yuuri’s cheeks flush vividly. “Number three?”
“A simple, sweet everyday romance.”
Yuuri taps at his lips, and then nods, holding up his fingers. “I like the sound of three.”
“You’ve got four fingers up,” Christophe points out with a wink.
It takes all of Yuuri’s self-control not to dive under the table. “I meant number three,” he replies, putting one finger down. Christophe snorts.
“Right, I believe you,” he says, in a tone which suggests the exact opposite. “Okay, then, I’ll tell Viktor what you’ve decided.”
Yuuri nods, watching Christophe rise to his feet and set down some cash for his coffee. “I’ll… see you at work, then?” he asks.
Christophe nods, already dialling Viktor’s number. Yuuri watches as he heads out of the cafe, and then puts his head in his hands.
What the hell is Viktor up to now?