YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 7

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For this round, we want to see prompts that are based on settings or locations! For your prompts, please provide a location or setting. It can be as specific or as abstract as you want, and can be in any medium you prefer!

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each

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PROMPT: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

[ghostvines]

In the bedroom of someone who is not part of the yuri

FILL: TEAM TRANSFORMERS

[legendtrainer]

General Strika/Slipstream, no warnings.

"We could," said Slipstream, nervous, "but why?" She clearly didn't have any imagination, the poor thing.

Strika turned, gesturing at Megatron's magnificent berth. The general had known their commander too long and been too close as friends with him to have any of that hero worship left. Slipstream had a look like she thought they'd be defiling his room if they used it. Megatron, the fool, had been out scouting for months — for what Strika wasn't sure. He'd dodged her questions like he knew she'd judge him. But he had always appreciated the finer things in life, and his berth was no exception.

Imported organic silk drapery, a massive plush padded platform, and a juicy trio of charging cables, all going unused while their commander was off doing nonsense. Strika thought it was a right waste. She turned back to her mentee.

"We should because it's a lovely soft surface to shag on. Do you want to try storage closet 1513-B again?"

Slipstream shuddered. As with many flightframes were with their tight tolerances, she was quite the prim bot. The incident in the closet had left her coated in industrial rust stick-scented disinfectant. The shelves had fallen off their brackets, leaving them covered with scuffs, and the closet's cleaning drone had kept interrupting their activities trying to clean their pedes.

Strika herself was not too keen on going back to 1513-B. Her own room was more of an office than a berthroom, full of work she kept bringing back. Her berthpad was dusty from many nights spent sleeping on the cot in her office or on the padded floor of the training room, and Megatron's room was right there.

The general attempted to walk in a manner a little more seductive than her normal heavy stomp, hard with her massive, bulky frame. She turned to the violet seeker and patted the berthpad invitingly.

"Come on, he's not here to care and I certainly won't tell him."

"What if he comes back while we're here?"

"Then he can join in, of course!"

Slipstream looked violently embarrassed at her obvious interest. Megatron had that effect on bots.

Strika laughed. "Only if you want to, but he won't be coming back for a while, the fool. She plucked her mentee up with one hand wrapping around the tiny dip of her waist and brought them face-to-face.

"Now, why don't we enjoy his berth and fine oil, and I won't tell if you won't."

Slipstream laughed brightly as she was tossed onto the plush berth.

Fill: Team Webcomics/Webtoons

[static_prevails]

Ship: Undine/Kokoro (Sleepless Domain)
Words: 392

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Look. It's not that you don't like parties. It's not even that you don't like this party specifically, or that Kokoro is late and you still sort of think of everyone here as her friends that you're also sort of friends with. You're just really tired today, and no matter how you sit, you can't get comfortable. When Bud catches you shivering under a blanket, she touches your forehead and immediately sends you to her room. She won't take no for an answer, not that you're particularly interested in objecting. You're exhausted, and there's a dull ache coming from your bones, and a bed sounds really nice right now, even if it isn't your own.

You must have fallen asleep instantly, because the next thing you notice is the sound of the door opening and the bed creaking as someone else climbs in and wraps an arm around you from behind.

"Kokoro?" you say dully.

She responds with a kiss to the back of your neck. "I'm here."

"But... the party. And this is Bud's room."

"I know, silly, she's the one who sent me here. And there'll be other parties. Right now I've got a sick girlfriend. That's what Bud said - 'your girlfriend's sick, go take care of her.' "

Girlfriend. You're still not used to that. You're not sure if you ever will be.

And then, with a belated realization: "If I'm sick, won't I get you sick too?"

"That sounds like a problem for future me," she responds. "Maybe future you can take care of future me. Current me is here to take care of you. Is there anything you need?"

"No," you say, and you wiggle your way closer to her. "I'm just cold."

Kokoro gives you a squeeze. "Then I'll warm you up."

You should probably feel awkward about this. You've only kissed, what, five times now? And now you're lying in bed next to each other, and it isn't even your bed, and there are a bunch of people just down the hall who all know you're there. But you can't care about any of that. All you know is that you feel safe, and you finally feel warm, and you are so, so very tired. If Kokoro says anything else, you don't hear it. You're already asleep.

She's still there when you wake up.