#pliroyweek2018

Hey, lovely Pliroy shippers! We are happy to announce that Pliroy Week 2018 is just right around the corner. Like last year, it will officially start on March 1, the same day as our Ice Tiger Yuri Plisetsky's birthday, until March 7.

Here are the prompts for this year:

1) Gold

2) Cooking Together / Food

3) Meeting the Family

4) Thunderstorms

5) Firsts

6) Seasons

7) Vacation

BONUS: Free Day on March 8!!!

ALL types of content (fan art, fan fiction, AMV, etc.) in ALL languages are welcome as long as it's Pliroy. Please tag your posts with #Pliroyweek2018 so we can see, and reblog your wonderful Pliroy works.

Please share to our fellow Pliroy shippers so that they may also take part in our ship week!

(Many thanks to @phaytesworld for the prompt. My day 4 for Pliroy week is exactly 1000 words and includes 20 questions)

Yuri glared at his phone. JJ was late. Sure, it made sense with the pouring rain, but why didn't the asshole let him know he wouldn't be on time?

Plus, it was JJ's dumb idea for them to go out. After hooking up several times the past season, Yuri finally gave into JJ's begging for a date. This was how he repaid his kindness?

He took another drink from his mocha and scrolled through his phone. There was nothing from JJ on any of his socials, which was unusual. His last Instagram had a selfie of him grinning at the camera with the caption, "Ready to tame a tiger." It brought an involuntary smile to his face. Yuri caught himself and bit his lip. Why was he smiling?

Suddenly, a round of buzzes and beeps resounded in the cafe as a flooding warning came up on Yuri's phone. He stared at the affected areas. That was where JJ was staying. Was he okay?

Yuri puts out his foot, searches until it connects with JJ’s. JJ’s fucking cold, but Yuri pushes at his calf until he hears groaning.

“JJ,” Yuri says, drags his foot up JJ’s leg. “JJ.”

“Eh?” It’s automatic, the way JJ reaches out and pulls him close. It’s automatic, the way Yuri instantly feels just a bit warmer, just a bit safer.

“I heard thunder,” Yuri mutters, and JJ hums in response. Yuri watches him wake up in parts: how JJ wiggles his toes, then stretches his legs. He twists his torso to curve around Yuri a little closer, wraps his arms tighter. His lips brush Yuri’s neck, and blonde hair prickles, thrilled.

“This okay?” JJ’s voice is thick with tiredness and something else, that damned thing he’s been doing lately. Going all soft and quiet and -- something.

Just call it what it is, Yuri tells himself. Don’t be stupid.

But it’s not stupid to not be ready, right? It’s gotta be normal, which sounds like something Katsudon would say. Yuri could gag.

Still -- he doesn’t know.

“Can we do something?” Yuri says, and it’s a couple moments before JJ nods and moves away, turns on the light. Dim yellow floods their little suite; Yuri counts the marks on JJ’s tan skin, the way his muscles shift as he stretches. If he were someone else, he would kiss that back, and maybe he can be that person someday. Today, he fidgets. Today, he and JJ have only been acquainted like this for a few months, and there’s the threat of thunder rolling in.

“Wha’re we doin’?” JJ flops back into Yuri’s lap to blink up at him. His hair is a tousled, rumpled mess, but some of the dark curls stray closer to JJ’s eyes, brightening them.

Yuri caves, and strokes through JJ’s hair. “Something that’s not boring.”

“So board games are a no-go?”

“We don’t have any, idiot.”

“We have a TV,” JJ says, “and each other. Hey, Yuri-chan, maybe they’ll delay the flight.”

“Stop calling me Yuri-chan.”

“Yuuri does it! It’s so cute!”

“Viktor does it too, and you hate him.”

“I don’t hate him,” JJ whines. “Unless you want me to? You probably don’t, right?”

“Don’t waste your time,” Yuri says. “Where’s the remote?”

JJ shrugs, eyes closing. Yuri pushes him off, turns over pillows and pulls back sheets until he finds it. When he faces JJ again, JJ’s arms are spread, waiting. 

“Yuri,” JJ says, gentle in all ways that Yuri won’t admit to wanting. “I got you.”

The waves touch the shore, and Yuri rests his head on Otabek’s shoulder. Otabek is still and solid, grounding: around him, Yuri breathes. The ocean is calm.

“The old West wind,” Yuri says, “was better.”

“Why better?” Otabek asks. “I see no difference between Leo and Jean-Jacques. They put music in the trees and shake down fruit for us.”

“Leroy irritates me. You’ve  seen it,” Yuri accuses. The waves begin to crash against sleek black rocks; the chatter of birds fills the air.

“There have been more storms,” Otabek acknowledges carefully. “He is enthusiastic about his job.”

“He never stays still,” Yuri gripes. “He has no regard for me, Beka. He comes and goes as he pleases.”

As if summoned, a  sharp whistle cuts through their conversation;  Jean-Jacques Leroy materializes next to Otabek. The trees sway, whisper. Yuri’s lips press into a thin white line. He should’ve known.

“Would you rather I stay, Yuri?” JJ says brightly. His cheeks are flushed red, almost as vivid as the ribbon around his wrist. Cheerfully, he shoulders Otabek. “Hi, Otabek.”

Otabek doesn’t move, lets JJ bounce off him. “Hello, JJ.”

“I’d rather they replace you,” Yuri snaps. “Even Guang-Hong would be  better.”

“Guang-Hong has a surprising mettle to him,” Beka says. “He likes to tease.”

“Oh?” JJ says excitedly to Otabek. “I think so, too.”

To Yuri, JJ turns and says, “You would miss me! Nobody would be there to skim a hello against your waves.”

“Viktor and his stupid pig are far too fond of greetings,” Yuri says coldly. “I have no need for more.”

“You’ll warm up to me, you’ll see.” JJ winks, and Yuri wishes upon the stars once more: leave me alone. The stars must be laughing, because ever since Jean-Jacques Leroy became the West Wind, ever since Yuri began to believe in wishes again, quiet has been a rarity.

I think your heart’s wishing for something else, Mila had once told him, and Yuri had raged, let his waves crash against the rocks for one day, two nights, because never, never would he see JJ as anything but an annoyance. Why had she said that? What had she seen?

What had he done?

“Impossible,” Yuri tells JJ now, raising his voice over seething waves. “I’ll be happy when you leave.”

“Try a little harder, won’t you?” JJ croons, but he’s already vanishing, whistling away with that frantic energy he always has. Leo was graceful in the way he moves, but JJ never stays still, always blowing from one place to another. Yuri’s hair is left ruffled, and he scowls, patting it down with a heavy hand.

Beka’s looking at him with amusement.

“What?” Yuri says.

“Nothing,” Otabek says, and Yuri rolls his eyes and groans. With Beka, he can’t be annoyed.

“You’ve been talking with Mila,” Yuri says. “She puts ideas into your head.”

“Not at all,” Otabek says, but a tiny smile plays on his lips. “Have I said anything, Yura?”

“You don’t need to speak to say something,” Yuri whines.

“JJ is not so bad,” Otabek laughs, runs a warm, affectionate hand through Yuri’s long, pale hair. “Befriending him may benefit you.”

“How?” Yuri demands. “What are the benefits?”

“Calm,” Otabek says mildly. “Quiet, for some of us.”

“You’re tired of me?” Yuri squints. “I won’t talk about him anymore, Beka.”

“I’m not tired of you.” Otabek’s tone is firm and Yuri finds himself believing it, clinging to it. “I just think you and JJ would be better off making peace.”

“Tell him to leave me alone, then,” Yuri grumbles. “Since you’re so smart.”

Otabek says nothing; eventually, the sea settles. Yuri sleeps.

Yuri spends the next day wading through garbage, armed with a spear and his signature scowl. He’s fighting to stay calm, because in his own anger, the waves send things scattering,  and his frustration only grows.

He hears the wind.

“Fuck no,” Yuri groans, and then there’s JJ, carefully balancing on a six pack of beer. Show off.

“Hi Yuri,” JJ says brightly, standing firm as a wave buffets him. “Is this why you’re so cranky? Do you need some help?”

“No.”

The wind pushes a plastic bag towards Yuri. Yuri spears it with much more ferocity than necessary, but JJ keeps following him and sending things his way. Eventually, Yuri  delegates the holding of the trash barrel to JJ, hoping it’ll make him shut up.

“If you keep frowning like that, your face will freeze,” JJ says. Yuri doesn’t bother replying, just brandishes his spear a little higher. If JJ has any brains, he’ll get the message.

He doesn’t.

Yuri doesn’t speak  as JJ keeps chattering. Something about his little brother and sister training to becoming Winds, something about Leo, some other things that Yuri filters out. He’s more concerned the trash he’s wading through. It feels like there’s more each and every week, and he really could drown someone right now.

“So were you always the sea?” JJ ends up asking. “I don’t really know much about you. New to the area and all.”

Dredging through polluted waters, apparently, makes Yuri tired enough to open up. Fucking humans.

“No,” Yuri says. “It used to be Viktor. And you don’t need to know about me.”

“This was Viktor?” JJ’s mouth opens in surprise. “I heard the stories but -- I didn’t know.”

“You don't know a lot,” Yuri says. “So I’m not really surprised.”  

“I want to be a star too,” JJ sighs, looking serious suddenly. “I’ll do it.”

“Everyone wants to be a star,” Yuri sneers. “What makes you think you can do it?”

“Katsuki did it,” JJ says. “And there’s talks about you, someday.”

“Says who,” Yuri says suspiciously. “I haven’t heard anything.”

“Being the wind means I can pick up things,” JJ says smugly. His expression seems to freeze as he begins to backpedal. “Wait, shit, maybe I shouldn’t say --”

“Say what, Leroy?” Yuri tries to sound threatening, but his tongue is thick and tired and he just wants to melt to the bottom of the seafloor. Indulging JJ was a mistake.

“You probably know it already, though,” JJ says, more to himself than to Yuri. He hardly notices Yuri’s growing annoyance. Yuri isn’t sure what he expected, and sends a wave crashing over him.

Through sputters of saltwater, JJ says, “You’re too angry.”

Yuri does know that. He acts like he didn’t just to make JJ squirm: he falls silent and spears his trash with increasing aggression. JJ must think he’s really worked up, and follows  him without a single whistle. Yuri can already imagine the kicked puppy look he must be wearing: those thick eyebrows furrowed close instead of shooting off with excitement, wide eyes drooping. It’s not as appealing as he thought it would be, not when the label too angry seems to hang over them.

“Yuri,” JJ tries, “I’m sorry. I think you’re amazing.”

At that, Yuri scoffs. “You what?”

“If anyone can be a star around here, it’s you,” JJ says. “I know I just got here and all, but you’re always shining when -- when I pass by without talking to you, haha. They really say you’re one of the best, too, uh, when you’re not so angry?”

“Which is a lot,” Yuri says sourly.

“I’ll join you up there.” JJ speaks with determination. “Let’s climb the skies together!”

“You’re already in the sky.”  Yuri sends a half-hearted splash at JJ.

“Yeah, but I started at the bottom like everybody else did,” JJ says. He floats on his back, hovers by Yuri’s side. “But look at you. You take care of your ocean. You don’t just sit around; you do your best.”

“But I’m angry,” Yuri says.

“You can change that,” JJ says. For once, he’s speaking carefully. Yuri finds himself hating it.  By now, JJ would’ve clapped his shoulder and jostle him around but he’s floating, suspended by Yuri’s head without so much of a push. Yuri doesn’t want him to reach out, but he hates fucking pity. He hates people who act different around him. The JJ thing to do would give some stupid well-meaning pep talk, right? So where is it?

“Don’t act like I’m going to blow up,” Yuri says. “I already know that.”

“So why don’t you?” is JJ’s immediate reply. “Change it, I mean.”

“It takes time,” Yuri mutters. “I’m -- better. And I’ll get better. Just watch.”

It feels like an invitation instead of  a challenge, and Yuri’s ears burn. If JJ notices, he doesn’t say anything, just beams.

JJ doesn’t stop by for a while after that. Michele and Sara pass through, but Michele’s not much of a talker, and Sara usually spends her downtime with Mila.

Yuri knows he could go see Otabek when he’s bored, but somehow, his mind keeps drifting to JJ. He replays the day more times than he wants to admit: is everyone tired of him? Was JJ’s promise (together) empty? Did he say all that just to realize Yuri was hopeless and beneath him?

Summer, it seems, won’t be too windy.

The mornings are good, at least, because the humans throng to the sea and Yuri can watch them. It doesn’t take much to make them happy: Yuri sends little tides to the children, and they shriek and splash their chubby feet. He choreographs strong waves for surfers, and guides them to safety as well as he can.

It’s tiring, but it’s fun. It keeps his thoughts at bay.

When summer bleeds into fall and the ocean grows chilly, JJ returns, and brings it all back.

“Yuri,” JJ says, and he touches him, this time. He runs a hand through Yuri’s  hair with a half-watt smile, and that’s when Yuri’s stomach twists. Something’s wrong.

“What?” Yuri’s mouth is dry. JJ settles  next to him, and their shoulders touch. Yuri doesn’t move away, doesn’t turn to him, just feels his mouth get drier and drier  as JJ stays quiet.

“Sorry for being off the grid,” JJ says, “after I said what I said.”

“I don’t remember,” Yuri says. JJ draws back a little. It’s getting colder. Yuri flops onto his back, lets the waves hold him up. He doesn’t want to do this: he’s tired of this push and pull with JJ, of not knowing what this is. Of not knowing what he wants it to be.

JJ peers down at him, face pinched with concern. “Yuri?”

“Did you come here to say sorry?” Yuri demands. “Or do something else? Spit it out.”

“I don’t know how yet,” JJ admits. “Wait for me?”

“I’ll wait for you,” Yuri says, and it comes out softer than he wanted. As if it could be any other way: JJ’s bangs are hanging over him, dark frames for his bright blue eyes. There’s nothing but those eyes, and Yuri sees his own reflection, sees how JJ sees him.

Thank you so much to all of you who have been a part of Pliroy Week 2018. It has been a wonderful, and blessed week full of gorgeous content. But of course, just because Pliroy Week has "ended" doesn't mean the Pliroy content stops there! We believe everyday is a Pliroy day so don't stop creating those beautiful content.

If ever we missed some Pliroy Week posts, please tag us or send us a link of your post so we can reblog them.

Again, thank you so much! See you all again next year!

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Extracto de parte de un fic en mi memoria, donde Yuri es un asesino a sueldo que le gusta travestirse y Jean un detective canadiense sin escrúpulos. 

En un baile donde el gobernador electo de un importante estado ruso se encuentra, Yuri —con vestido negro, zapatos de cuero negros con taco y medias de red— está mezclándose con las personas de su entorno hasta que la música romántica comienza y debe buscar una pareja para pasar desapercibido. Su objetivo es asesinar al gobernador cuando las luces se apaguen y desaparecer en la oscuridad de la noche, pero él sabe que el importante detective canadiense Jean-Jacques Leroy, se encuentra tras sus pasos.

Probablemente haya sido el destino que el primer hombre que lo haya tomado en brazos para bailar fue el mismo Leroy, aunque no le sorprendió para nada. Han estado durante años jugando al gato y al ratón constantemente, a veces ganaba Yuri y a veces vencía Leroy. Ambos eran buenos en lo que hacía, por eso cada vez que se veían, se desafiaban el uno al otro.

—Veo que traes ese vestido tan bonito que me vuelve loco —susurró Jean mientras bailaba en la pista, Yuri bufa, pero no deja que el otro le gane, acaricia el pecho muy suavemente y muerde sus labios pintados con un brillo rosa.

—Pero tú no estás con esa camiseta al cuerpo negra con la que me atrapaste la primera vez —susurró el joven ruso y apoya más su cuerpo contra Jean.

Aquella primera vez donde se habían visto, Yuri había asesinado ya a un importante abogado iraní quien estaba haciendo tratos con una organización española. Leroy llegó tarde esa vez, se encontraba en un especie de "cita obligado por su madre" . Jean le preguntó el porque un asesino usaba vestido o tacones y falda para asesinar. Yuri era muy perceptivo, y tenía una respuesta para todo: "Las mujeres pueden usar pantalones ¿por qué los hombres no podemos usar falda?" y aunque Yuri no vestía así el 100% del día, le gustaba hacer su trabajo sucio con esas prendas provocativas.

—Sé que tu presa es el gobernador electo, ¿quién te mandó? ¿Victor tal vez? —susurra mientras se relame suavemente los labios y sus manos viajan a las caderas de Yuri.

—¿Debes protegerlo? —sonríe de costado, sintiendo esas manos en su trasero ahora mismo—. Juguemos otro juego, Leroy —gruñó—. Tengo al menos 5 navajas por todo el cuerpo y dos armas también, ¿quieres descubrir dónde están? —pasó una mano por el cabello sedoso de Jean y acercó sus labios para aguardar la respuesta.

—¿Me estás invitando a tocarte el cuerpo? —gruñó, se empezaba a poner duro y le gustaba el roce de Yuri contra él.

—No es la primera vez que me revisas todo el cuerpo, metiéndome mano o metiéndome otras cosas....

Finally finished up #Pliroyweek2018

A day late, but I made it through all 7 prompts.