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

Comments

FILL: Team Kittyuri

[missiletoe]

Ship: Snaibsel from Young Justice

yes... i have also never been to a mosh pit...

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Artemis has never felt more exposed in her life. Not for the first time, she wishes she wore a jacket, or a t-shirt, or literally anything else besides the matching leather jeans and top she’s wearing right now. Why’d she let Zatanna talk her into this? Why does she let Zatanna talk her into anything?

She wants another drink–the lukewarm beer from an hour ago sloshes pitifully in her stomach.

“This is so not my usual scene,” she huffs and Zatanna turns at the sound, tapping her ear meaningfully. “I SAID–THIS IS SO NOT MY USUAL SCENE!”

Zatanna dips in low to be heard over the din of the concert and Artemis shivers at the contact.

“Sorry, Artemis, no super-villains or mastermind criminals here today.”

She smiles wryly in response.

“Pity.”

Someone crashes into her shoulder and she shoves them back, twice as hard. Zatanna crests closer in the aftermath, pushing against her side.

It’s warm. Artemis shakes her head to get a grip on herself. It’s hot as fuck, that’s what it is–this venue was built for 50 people, max, and they’re pushing 200. God, how does Zatanna even pick these places?

She shouts the question into her ear and the resounding grin on Zatanna’s face spells mischief. (Hardy har har.)

“Magic,” she says, wiggling her fingers enticingly and Artemis gives her a visceral eye roll in response.

One song bleeds into the next in a non-stop stream of blaring noise. It’s distracting–she has to give Zatanna that. She can hardly hear herself think over the music.

Whatever expression she’s wearing right now must tip her off–or maybe that’s just Zatanna, maybe that’s just the charm of a girl who’s pure magic–because she steers her towards a marginally less-crowded part of the pit and looks her dead in the eye.

“Is it helping? Please say it’s helping and I didn’t wear this top for nothing,” she says.

Zatann’s lace top that showcases her bare shoulders and a strip of her belly is admittedly, very distracting.

“It’s helping,” she replies obediently and Zatanna grins wide at her.

“Great,” she says, steering her back towards the center of this mash of people. “Now get back on the floor and dance until you drop!”

Artemis rolls her eyes but complies regardless.