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That’s all, folks!

With that last post, our queue is now empty, ending with a very impressive total of 2,695 submissions from the event participants! And with that, this event is officially concluded! 

Well done to all our teams, and we hope to see people joining us for whatever the next Do It With Style event is!

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Ace Bonus Day 3, Pride by FaalThien (Team Blue)

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New Years revelation

Day 10 (All prompts, Midnight)

Ordinary Realities (green team)

- alcohol, university students drinking

Pepper surveyed her classmates in disgust. It was one thing to get quietly drunk with Adam and Wensley and Brian out in the woods, but the pub was loud and noisy. Pepper’s roommate had made it sound like so much fun, ringing in the new year all together, but this was just…

“Three! Two! One!” The other university students cheered, and one turned towards Pepper.

“Hey, c’mere.” He leaned in. His breath stank.

Pepper took a step back.

“No, don’t be like that. It’s midnight. It’s good luck in the new year. What are you being like that for?”

Pepper crossed her arms over her chest and glanced around the pub for anyone else who wasn’t sloshed.

A woman with bright blue hair half shaved off suddenly appeared beside Pepper. She had piercings all the way up her ear.

“Oh, for- You could have just SAID. I’m drunk, I’m not-” The boy turned away, still grumbling, and the woman smiled at Pepper.

“You looked uncomfortable.”

Pepper shrugged. “He was going to kiss me. Just because it’s midnight. I’ve never even seen him before. He smelled like alcohol.”

The woman smiled at Pepper. “Good luck does feel relative when they smell like a whole distillery, doesn’t it?”

Pepper breathed against a suddenly racing heart and smiled back.

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Us Bonus Day 3, Pride by FaalThien (Team Blue)

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Greatest Bonus Day 3, Pride by FaalThien (Team Blue)

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Dawn is breaking, are you?

Day 10 (Bonus round, Dawn) By: Nen @goodduckingomens (Team red)

Aziraphale heard a noise and looked up from his book for the first time since he had started. Outside the big Window in their library the sky was starting to brighten. Goodness, he had really gotten distracted with this one. The noise sounded again, and Aziraphale decided to investigate. If a noise could stop him from reading in this state, it was sure to be worth investigating.

He made his way up the old, creaking wooden stairs, up to their bedroom, because he had a certain suspicion on what the noise could be. His suspicions were confirmed when it sounded again, echoing in the hallway upstairs. A voice. A small, scared voice calling his name.

He sighed and opened the bedroom door.

Inside, tangled in a mess of blankets, obviously from thrashing around, lay Crowley, sleeping, but not resting. Another nightmare. And Crowley didn’t even enjoy normal horses.

Aziraphale knew what to do by now. He sat down, right there at the edge of the bed and waited. Touching Crowley in this state wouldn’t do either of them any good, they had found that out soon enough. This needed patience. But that was alright. Crowley deserved patience.

Slowly the whimpering and thrashing ebbed out and Crowley’s sleeping body found Aziraphale’s, pressing his head into the dip of his hip.

“There you are, my love. I Have you.”

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Patron Saint Bonus Day 3, Pride by FaalThien (Team Blue)

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Colosseum 'Justice'

Day 10 (Free For All! Justice, Rome)

By: freyjawriter24, Blue Team

Warning for discussion of death/murder/Roman arenas

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“Fancy seeing you here, angel. Didn’t think this would be your cup of tea.”

“Yes, well. It’s not really. Apparently Gabriel thinks there might be something to learn here.”

“Yeah? Wants you to brush up on your sword technique, does he?”

“I hardly think Roman gladiators have anything to teach me on sword technique, thank you very much. No, I’m afraid it’s something more dire than that. Look.”

“At what? The prisoners?”

“Yes. Christians.”

“Oh.”

“Precisely.”

“What… are they just leaving them there? Tied up?”

“For the lions, apparently. I take it you haven’t been to one of these before?”

“Nah, more of a theatre demon myself. Not much of a fan of these blood sports.”

“Well, we can agree there. I’ll never understand why humans find this entertaining. Oh, here they come.”

“Bloody Heaven. Why would - Oh gosh - Nrr, nope, I’m out. Shall we go get some lunch, angel?”

“Not sure I have much of a stomach for that at the moment. But I’ll gladly accept a drink, if it’s on offer.”

“Course, angel. It’s on me. As long as you explain why the Heaven Gabriel wants to make you witness that.”

“I’ve been wondering that myself. Perhaps he wants to motivate me to do better?”

“Holy fuck.”

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Homonculus Bonus Day 3, Pride by FaalThien (Team Blue)

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Podfic for “Yes Kink at Pride” by FenrisLorsrai

Day [10] (sins, lust)

By: FenrisLorsrai, team orange

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Nonsexual kink at Pride, featuring leather Bear Aziraphale

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Cake Bonus day 3, Pride by FaalThien (Team Blue)

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Midnight for a Witchfinder

Day 10

hapax (Green Team)

Prompt:  Midnight

If midnight were truly the witching hour, one would think that it would be the time when Witchfinders would be most active.

And Shadwell had read of those glorious days, when companies of righteous men (women weren’t allowed to enlist in the Army, due to risk of suspect excess nipplage) would swoop down on covens of the Devil’s doxies, dancing beneath the moon in their alltogethers, and armed with torches and blunderbusses and bells and pins would round the jezebels up for righteous punishment.

But these days covens had their own reality shows on the telly, and the Army now existed only in Shadwell’s ledgers.  One Sergeant and a Private-in-training couldn’t muster much of a swoop.

Besides, Shadwell was old.  And tired.  His knees and his back hurt.  His fingers, once nimble enough to jimmy the most sophisticated lock, now were stiff and refused to obey the simplest commands.

So midnight was the hour when Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell would lay awake and worry.

In not too many years he would be gone, and there would be little left to stand against the Forces of Darkness who ever-threatened the country that he loved.  Shadwell wasn’t stupid: he knew that those he harangued on his street corner thought he was ridiculous, and possibly mad.  How could they understand what he had come to learn in prison?  That his lifelong struggle against the bad luck that left him orphaned, impoverished, at the mercy of a bad crowd, and now with a criminal record wasn’t due to his own poor choices, but the malevolent maneuvering of powerful shadowy forces that had discerned that he was marked for a special destiny?

It was perhaps a foolish belief, but it was his own.  It gave his suffering meaning.  It gave his life purpose.  It was all he had.

But was Pulsifer really the man to carry it on?  Was he committed to the cause, or just humoring an old man?

And what of the Jezebel next door?  He had tried to rescue from her own damnation by means of gentle chiding and compassionate disapproval.  Should he adopt sterner methods before it was too late?  Or perhaps her generous kindnesses, her twinkling eyes, and her mischievous smiles  were simply a last-ditch seduction of a Devil determined to have Shadwell’s soul at the end?

It was more than enough to keep a man awake. 

It was only midnight.  There were many hours yet until dawn.

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The Angels Bonus day 3, Noon by FaalThien (Team Blue)

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Podfic for “Second Edition” by FenrisLorsrai

Day [10] (numbers, 2)

By: FenrisLorsrai, team orange

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Aziraphale explains editions to someone trying to sell him a book

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Day [10] (Evening)

By: elf_on_the_shelf (Red Team)

-[no warnings]

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Anathema Bonus day 3, Noon by FaalThien (Team Blue)

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Rest

Day 10 (Bonus Round, Prompt: Dawn)

By fractalgeometry (Team Violet)

“I’ve got you,” Crowley was murmuring. “Just rest, it’s okay.”

Wait. Crowley? When had Crowley gotten here? Why had Crowley gotten here? What did he mean, rest, Aziraphale couldn’t-

He was so very tired. But it was morning, he could tell even through his closed eyes. Morning, and morning meant time had passed. He couldn’t have let time pass. He had things to do, forms to fill out, papers to write. He’d get in trouble if it wasn’t done, he had to go-

He opened his eyes. Crowley was perched on the arm of the sofa above him, stroking gentle fingers through his hair.

“What happened, angel?”

Aziraphale took a deep breath and blinked several times. “I got rather tired, I think, too many miracles, you know, and I must have fallen asleep. Terrible choice, really, I have far too much to do, so I must be-“ he tried to sit up.

Crowley shifted faster than Aziraphale could easily notice and firmly pushed him back down. “I’m going to need a better explanation than that first. I have never seen you sleep so soundly. I’m not even sure that was sleep. More like passed out from exhaustion. Should you really be working?”

Aziraphale closed his eyes briefly, and found that he didn’t really want to open them again.

“Maybe,” he said finally, “just a moment longer. And then I will…I will finish my reports.”

Long fingers began to comb through his hair again. “Okay,” Crowley said, voice low and calm. “I’ll be here.”

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