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    "Steve, if there's a time when you don't have to worry about anything, it's now. I’m a Herald-Trainee, Winter's a Companion. You're exhausted. Just…trust us. We'll get you home safely."  

    For a long moment, a moment in which Bucky felt gifted with sudden insight into who Steve was, he thought it could go either way. Then Steve smiled, this one warm and bright and just for Bucky, and it raced through him, lodging inside him like a miniature sun. "Guess I'd be a bit ungrateful to say no." 

    Some Heralds change the world. Some Heralds save it. Some Herald's names are woven through the very fabric of Valdemar. But most don't, and most aren't. Most Heralds simply do their duty, their Companions by their sides, their stories recorded in dusty Crown records not Bardic ballads.

    Steve and Bucky figured they were most Heralds—no ballads required, thanks—and they were mostly right. What they didn't account for was that no Herald was ordinary—and with the two of them bound so tightly together, extraordinary was sure to follow.

    [Absolutely no knowledge of the Valdemar series required for this fic]

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    For a timeline, list of characters, chronological reading order, and various notes on this AU, please check out the Accidental Warlord Supplements. If you want to join the Discord server, come on in!

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    “But Orsino’s an arsehole!”

    If they’d been sitting in the galleries, Aziraphale would have slid down out of sight to avoid the hundreds of pairs of eyes that were turned towards them. But today he and Crowley were groundlings, there was no seat to hide under, and instead there was a murmur of amusement, irritation, and, increasingly, agreement.

    “Come on, Cesario!” shouted Crowley at the stage, “you’re better than him! He’s a moping, sadistic posh git who can’t even woo properly. You’re the real deal, boy, you know, it, she knows it, you all know it.”

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    A small and self-indulgent little story that I wrote today as my 41st birthday present to myself. Crowley's opinion of the end of "Twelfth Night" is one I've shared for around half my life, so. ;-)

    Marked "Teen and Up" for a bit of swearing and some allusions to what a terrible person Orsino is, but probably some below that age would be fine; use your judgement. :)

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    It was a curtain-down, please-take-all-your-belongings-with-you-when-leaving-the-auditorium kind of moment, everybody milling around and saying awkward goodbyes and picking up the pieces, and all Crowley could think of was that he was in pieces, and the only belonging of his that had ever mattered was a burned-out skeleton on the road outside the airbase.

    Well, except for Aziraphale. Who was standing beside him, fussing his hands against his waistcoat, smiling nervously at everybody. Not burned out. Not dead, or even discorporated now. But here, alive, ridiculous, beautiful. Not a belonging, though. Not belonging to anyone now. Whatever Crowley’s – ha! English was an absurd language! – longing for him.

     

    At the airbase, as the curtain comes down and the pieces are picked up, Adam gives Crowley and Aziraphale something very precious.

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    03 Apr 2020

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    Crowley's latest brilliant idea involves ranting about his undying love tiny crush on Aziraphale on Twitter instead of actually dealing with his feelings now that the world didn't end. Because he will never find out, right?

    Right?

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    03 Apr 2020