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Hello! Do you know any fics centered around Aziraphale and Crowley using pet names and endearments for each other and maybe with the other being flustered about it, because I am an absolute s u c k e r for those. Thank you for the help!

Hello!

The first fic that popped into my head was the first fic I’ve ever read for this fandom, which is also the first in this series:

Four times Crowley called Aziraphale "sweetheart" without noticing (and One time he did) by TheLadyZephyr (NR)

 "Sweetheart" (1290) - A person who is very dear to another; one who is loved. From sweet (adj.) + heart (n.)

Over the years, Crowley has called Aziraphale "sweetheart" on at least four different occasions. He just hasn't actually noticed himself saying it.

I also ended up using this tag for pet names and this tag for terms of endearment. Here’s some I found:

Partners, Lovebirds...and Beloved Husbands by Katrina_Viv (G)

Aziraphale finally lets Crowley call him his "husband," and the two friends plan a private commitment ceremony.

In a Name by soongtypeprincess (G)

There's a reason why Aziraphale loves being called "angel."

New Pet Names by somethingscarlet13 (G)

Crowley comes up with new pet names for Aziraphale

dearest love by asideofourown (G)

Crowley probably should have seen it coming, in hindsight.

He shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was, at any rate.  It had been three months since the Apocalypse, after all, and almost two months since he and Aziraphale had officially gotten together romantically. They were still very much in their honeymoon phase (which Crowley thought was completely justified— he and Aziraphale had spent six thousand years denying feelings for each other, scared of the consequences, so he figured they were entitled to at least a few centuries of shameless PDA).

But still, despite the fact that he and Aziraphale hugged each other and kissed each other all the time, and Crowley knew for a fact that Aziraphale loved him, he was stilled floored the first time Aziraphale called him ‘dearest.’

[Aziraphale and Crowley try out some new endearments]

on pet names and endearments by kototyph

“It looks positively heavenly, thank you,” he tells the maitre d’hotel, who smiles with the peaceable indulgence of a man watching two people amass a bill normally reserved for wedding parties. Royal ones.

“Looks like an eviscerated jam sandwich,” Crowley says, prodding one of the foam mounds with his fork. “And far from heavenly, trust me on this one.”

~ Mod G

[adinavdeb]

Fanart of Commander Fox with a pair of Jedi younglings from chapter 11 of Stars Shining Bright Above You by @kototyph!

This scene was so cute I couldn’t resist 🥺

[mitsususu]

Happy 100th Rec List!! 

ModLacy asked for my top favs of all time, so here it is! I reread these stories pretty regularly and if I was stuck on a deserted island, I’d pick the below 5 fics: 

“Cascades” (M, 152k) by orange_crushed

“Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean.

“Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.

+ Alt WW2. From the Mom list. Steve gets powers, Bucky breaks from Hydra, and they are so in love it hurts. 

++ "He only has one try left in him. He only has one chance. He steadies himself. He takes a breath. Please, he thinks, through the hole in the world. Through the last window home. He can’t see the other side from here; just the light it gives off. Please, send me back somehow. Send me back as anything. As a bird that sings on his windowsill, but not too loud. Send me as a ray of sunshine that falls on him in the morning when the bed’s still warm; as someone who’ll always leave a newspaper in the booth for him at Harry’s. Please, send something. Send me back as a kindness. Please. Let me be something for him.”

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“Metallurgy” (M, 22k) by eyres, art by TheFriendlyPigeon

The battle quieted for the moment, the great metal giant turns, at last, and sees Steve. Dark, almost human hair frames a sharp, steel face - but, Steve is caught by its eyes. They’re bright silver, sparking in the sunlight, shot through with gray and blue, visible even at this distance. Something about them nags at Steve, calls to him, reminds him of…

Instead of making the Winter Soldier, Hydra transfers Bucky’s consciousness to a metal body, locking his mind within a prison of steel and programming. However, Bucky is stronger than they could’ve ever imagined.

+ WW2 to Avengers. From the Robot list. Bucky’s time is running out, and he only wants Steve to be happy. Yearning and devotion

++ “Bucky cracks open his eyes, silver glinting in the growing sunlight. “Steve?” he says and how had Steve not known it was him every time he said his name? No one says his name like that but Bucky.”

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“jamais vu” (E, 13k) by Claudia_flies

They’re all gathered in the top floor private conference room because Tony wants to set up a Strike team, and he’s making some really excellent points. The Avengers aren’t a stealth operation, Steve has to admit.

He just doesn’t like it.

+ Shrunkyclunks. From the Sex Pollen and a/b/o lists. After a mission gone sideways, omega Steve and alpha Bucky start having hot sex keeping each other company in the evenings

++ “What the hell are you doing?!” Steve bellows, kind of horrified at how he sounds like a scandalized maiden aunt. “Have you ever popped a knot in tactical pants?!” Barnes sounds near-on hysterical. “Kevlar is not known for its give as a fabric!” “You have it on pretty good authority right now that I do not have an idea of what it’s like to pop a knot in tactical pants,” Steve yells, and Barnes goes quiet.

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“Too Long We Have Tarried” (E, 19k) by kototyph

Bucky picks up the ring and holds it between them. “Steven Grant Rogers,” he says solemnly. “Will you marry me?”

+ Post WS. From the Fake Married list. Bucky’s proposal started as a joke, but quickly escalates to becoming a full-blown wedding. Along the way, Steve and Bucky address their actual feelings.

++  “When I got to Europe, to France, those first few months— everyone, every single guy in the 107 thought you had a sweetheart you were engaged to back home. I couldn’t figure it out, because I never saw or heard about a girl like that. I wondered for a while if you’d been hiding her from me. The guys, they said— they said, when things got bad you wouldn’t shut up about her. [...] Yeah, I was mad. Here was a girl I knew absolutely nothing about, and you were going to marry her? I couldn’t believe it. Some pretty little dame you hadn’t even wanted to introduce me to. [...] It didn’t occur to me until after... after the train. After almost everything. There was only one blue-eyed blond I knew you’d promised to marry.”

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“where can i put it down?” (T, 6k) by layersofsilence

The beach is deserted, and the waves loud. Today the very sea chatters, buzzing with the news: there’s going to be a mating. There are only four days between the announcements and the ceremony - and then Steve sees his mate’s face, and his heart sinks. He knows that face. He loves - he’d loved that face. Right up until he’d seen it again, and wasn’t that a laugh?

+ Fantasy AU. From the Mermaid list. Merman Steve has an arranged marriage but is still pining after a lost love from five years ago. The drama!!

++ “As if you ever would have come away with me! [...] When our plans were to leave the sea. You would’ve dried out and your steps would’ve felt like walking on knives-” “Fuck you,” Steve says; his vision blurs, his eyes hurt. He thinks he’s crying again, for the first time in years, but it’s hard to tell underwater. “I would’ve done it. It would’ve been worth it. I loved you.” That makes James jerk away like he’s been burned. Steve hates him. “Fuck you,” he says again, blurrily. “I don’t want to talk to you.” 

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*More Stucky Recs here

[mllekurtz]

Bethlehem, A Starry Night, 1 BC

Hello, @kototyph, I’m your GO Secret Santa! I hope you’ll enjoy this ficlet I wrote for you as part of the @goodomensholidayswap. Thank you for the excellent prompts! I’ve taken two and run with them (with a little inspiration by Neil Gaiman himself): historical encounters and Christmas fic. I really hope you like this and have the happiest holidays.

Read on AO3.

01    EXT. BETHLEHEM — DAY — 1 BC

TITLE CARD: BETHLEHEM, 1 BC

It’s a sunny day in Judaea. The little town of Bethlehem is bustling with activity: people go to and fro, merchants are busy selling their wares, travellers ask for directions. People’s clothes range from the finest, flowy fabric to the most humble and practical of attires. Some of them are looking at expensive jewellery, others haggle for a goatskin of water.

We zoom in until we see the doorway of a building which a very visible and somewhat anachronistic sign clearly identifies as AN INN. On its doorway stands the angel AZIRAPHALE, who, dressed in a simple white robe, is shooing away potential guests with a winning smile.

AZIRAPHALE Terribly sorry, good people, no vacancies here today. Better luck next village! I’ve heard very good things about Old Hezekiah’s inn, there!

TRAVELLER #1 But we came here all the way from Cana for the census!

AZIRAPHALE     (still smiling) I am afraid there’s nothing that can be done.

TRAVELLER #2 Well, you’ve heard it, nothing to be done. Let’s go, Josiah.

CROWLEY Have you started a new career as an innkeeper, or is there something going on I don’t know about?

Dressed in very fancy black robes, with a golden band on his head, arms and ankles crossed, CROWLEY is leaning on the wall of the inn behind Aziraphale, with the look of someone who has been here for a while.

AZIRAPHALE Oh, good Lo— I mean, Crawly! What are you doing here?

AZIRAPHALE Is there a particular reason for your… fashion choices?

CROWLEY Oh, you noticed! Yes, actually, but I can’t stay and tell you about it. Very important business to conduct. What about you? Are you considering a career change in hospitality?

AZIRAPHALE Oh, I didn’t buy the inn, if that’s what you mean. I only booked all the rooms, to make sure that the…

Aziraphale stops, apparently remembering who he is talking to.

AZIRAPHALE (CONT’D) But didn’t you say you were busy? Don’t let me keep you, then.

CROWLEY See you soon.

AZIRAPHALE That’s ominous, coming from you.

CROWLEY We have no choice, angel, there’s a grand total of four buildings in this place.

Uncrossing his limbs and pushing away from the wall, Crowley waves and goes away. Aziraphale hesitates for a few seconds, then follows him.

02    INT. TAVERN — DAY

CROWLEY     (to the barkeep) A jug of the best you have.

He points behind him, where Aziraphale is trying — and failing — to enter the tavern inconspicuously.

CROWLEY (CONT’D) Make it two, one for me and one for my friend.

Aziraphale joins him at the table as the innkeeper deposits two earthen jugs in front of them.

AZIRAPHALE     (to the barkeep, who’s not even listening to him) We’re just acquaintances. Thank you.     (to Crowley) Now, what mischief are you up to? And don’t pull the wool over my eyes, there’s no way your side doesn’t know what is supposed to happen tonight.

CROWLEY Relax, angel, have a drink. I’m not here to sabotage the “Plan”, or any plan, really. I was just passing by and decided to take a short detour.

AZIRAPHALE Demons don’t take vacations.

CROWLEY      (deadpan) How could you possibly know?

AZIRAPHALE Even if they did, you can’t expect me to believe that your choice of place and time for this “vacation” is just fortuitous happenstance.

CROWLEY It’s quite pleasant here, though, isn’t it?

AZIRAPHALE You know, it actually is. Too bad it gets so chilly at night, otherwise it’d be a nice spo… Oh, I see what you did there. Don’t change the subject.

CROWLE Fine, if you insist. I’m here to see what all the fuss is about. That’s it, I swear. Happy?

AZIRAPHALE Is your side really not trying to sabotage this?

CROWLEY Just between us, my money is on them waiting for the kid to be a bit older. And you know I don’t hurt kids.

AZIRAPHALE     (toying with his jug) Fine. I’d be more comfortable if you didn’t get out of my sight, though.

CROWLEY I’ll stick to you like a burr on a very hairy dog. Also there’s a guy here who knows me and I cannot let him recognize me.

AZIRAPHALE What? Why?

CROWLEY I… may have appeared to him. In, well… a dream.

AZIRAPHALE You did what?

CROWLEY Of course it wasn’t a dream-dream. But a stranger pops up out of nowhere at night, surrounded by light, and when you start screaming he tells you: “Oi, don’t be afraid”. What is a human going to think? That they should quit drinking or that they’re dreaming.

AZIRAPHALE     (sputtering, bewildered by the amount of outlandish information) Surrounded by… Crawly, did you disguise yourself as an angel?

CROWLEY     (throwing his hands in the air) The moon was very bright behind my back, it wasn’t my fault.

AZIRAPHALE     (taking a swig from his jug, with the look of someone who really needs alcohol) I probably shouldn’t ask, but… why did you do that?

CROWLEY I was supposed to tell something awful about his wife to the guy and make him leave her. He’d had a few too many, after all. He’d had suspicions about the way his wife got pregnant, you see. Anyway, I suppose he got it all backwards, because they are still together. Downstairs wasn’t very happy.

AZIRAPHALE Oh, I am… well, as sorry as I can be, given the circumstances.

CROWLEY Don’t sweat it, angel. Anyway, if he recognizes me, he’d ask me to explain the whole thing to him again and I’d rather not. But what about you? I spilled the beans. Tell me about this inn business.

AZIRAPHALE Oh, well, I suppose I got a little excited when I heard that tonight’s the night. So I booked all the rooms in the inn to make sure the family will have a comfortable place to stay.

CROWLEY Smart.

The camera pans out as they keep talking and drinking, until it’s clear from the dimming light outside that a few hours have passed.

CROWLEY … and sundials, of course, don’t work at night, so you have no way to tell what time it is.

AZIRAPHALE     (freezing with his jug in mid-air) Oh, bugger. What time is it?

CROWLEY That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, there’s no way of knowing. What? Why?

AZIRAPHALE Oh. Oh, no, no. I have to go.

CROWLEY Wait, angel…

Aziraphale dashes away, leaving Crowley looking at him, elbows on the table. 

CROWLEY So much for not letting me out of sight.

03    INT. STABLE — NIGHT

We hear MARY screaming in pain before we can see her, sitting on a hay bale with her back propped up by JOSEPH, her husband, who has a deeply put-upon expression. She looks very young and he looks very lost. Crowley is also there.

CROWLEY      (in a slightly panicked but determined tone of voice) Now, Mary, if you could just try to breathe… 

MARY I am breathing, you fool!

JOSEPH Please excuse her, we’ve been having a rough couple of days. First we find out we need to go all the way here from Galilee…

MARY Because someone couldn’t be bothered to see if we could do our paperwork in Nazareth until the last minute, right, dear husband?

JOSEPH … and then they send us here from the inn because there are no rooms available.

CROWLEY Uh. I wonder how that happened. I thought that…

AZIRAPHALE      (out of breath, slamming open the stable’s door) Hail, Mary! Do not be a… Oh, this is just perfect. What are you doing here, Crawly?

CROWLEY Wh— I—- Helping! Since no one else was here to do it!

AZIRAPHALE      (looking reproachfully at the couple) And you, too. What are you doing here, in a stable, instead of the inn? Is this your doing, Crawly?

CROWLEY Someone was just telling me how all the rooms in the inn were already taken. Now, whose fault do you think that is, angel?

Aziraphale, who has been wagging his finger all along, stops as the full understanding of the situation sinks in.

CROWLEY Exactly. Now, if you are going to…

He’s interrupted by Mary screaming.

CROWLEY (CONT’D)      (screaming louder) … help me out with this, we can still make sure everything turns out all right!

JOSEPH      (muttering to himself) … should have known, I should have known. Nothing is ever straightforward that involves apparitions and angels…

AZIRAPHALE Hold on just a moment, what are you talking about?

CROWLEY I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by that.

AZIRAPHALE Wait, the wife, the trouble… Crawly, is this the man you were mentioning before? The one you…?

CROWLEY Why don’t you scream it for the whole world to hear?

AZIRAPHALE     (after a short consideration, to Joseph) Listen, my dear fellow, why don’t you go fetch… some warm water and a couple of towels?

JOSEPH Will those help?

AZIRAPHALE Please don’t question my judgement. Now go.

A little lost, Joseph nonetheless kisses Mary’s brown and goes out into the night.

CROWLEY I hope we don’t start a new trend.

Mary screams again.

AZIRAPHALE       (to himself) Oh, dear.     (to Mary) Do not fret, sweetheart, everything is going to go absolutely fine. Shipshape. Perfectly tip-top.

CROWLEY We definitely know what we are doing.

AZIRAPHALE     (sotto voce) Was that really necessary?

CROWLEY Don’t look at me, I’m not the one who deprived her of a roof over her head.

AZIRAPHALE     (louder) She has a perfectly good ro— Listen, this is not the time to bicker. Just… go bother someone else while I deliver this baby.

CROWLEY Don’t be daft, you big ox. I was here first, you need my help.

AZIRAPHALE If you must know, I had a very important assignment, a serious business to conduct with some sh…

MARY      (interrupting) Oi, you two! 

They both turn.

MARY (CONT’D)     (interrupting for the occasional scream) I don’t have a clue who you are, but if you don’t shut up right this minute, I will get up and kick you both out of here, baby or no baby. Where’s my husband?

AZIRAPHALE     (looking chastised) He will be back soon, no doubt.

CROWLEY     (to Aziraphale) Are we doing this or not, angel?

AZIRAPHALE Fine, you stubborn ass.     (whispering) Do you even know the first thing about childbirth?

CROWLEY     (at the same volume) Not a clue. But I figured out the mating bit, after the thing with the unicorn.

AZIRAPHALE That is remarkable, though not very helpful, in this circumstance.

CROWLEY     (shrugging) You’re stuck with me anyway, ’m afraid.

AZIRAPHALE     (to Mary) You’re in excellent hands, my dear. Don’t be afraid.

MARY What’s with angels and this “don’t be afraid” business?! Makes no sense! If I wasn’t afraid to begin with, I’d start wondering if I should be!

The angel and the demon are dumbstruck. Crowley recovers first.

CROWLEY I like her.

AZIRAPHALE I think there’s been a misunderstanding of sorts…

MARY Oh, please. You couldn’t be more obvious. We’ve a track record with angels and suchlike, in this family. Now, if you please, I am trying to have this baby.

04    EXT. STABLE — NIGHT

A shot of the stable’s exterior. A lovely STARRY SKY is the centerpiece; in the middle of it, right above the roof, a COMET.

Returning with a handful of linens is Joseph, followed by a couple of SHEPHERDS who hold between them a big metal bowl full of water; coils of steam rise in the chilly air. MORE SHEPHERDS follow.

Not far from the stable door, Crowley and Aziraphale are sitting together, seemingly resting.

JOSEPH Hello?

AZIRAPHALE     (getting up, followed a few seconds later by Crowley) Oh, here you are. Don’t be afraid! The baby and Mary are both fine.

CROWLEY     (deeply sarcastic) Yeah, no fear whatsoever. Who knew that delivering babies was so easy? I can see me doing it a couple times more.

JOSEPH     (hesitant, but taking it all at face value) I have brought what you asked, with the help of these good shepherds. They said they were going to come here anyway.

Aziraphale glances towards the shepherds and immediately tries to hide, taking a step behind Crowley.

CROWLEY What are you doing?

AZIRAPHALE     (whispering) Shhh! Those shepherds came here because I appeared to them earlier and brought them up to date about tonight. You know the assignment I was talking about before?

CROWLEY I see.     (to the shepherds and Joseph, pointing towards the door with a flourish) Well, gentlemen, you are welcome to worship at your leisure.     (holding Joseph’s sleeve as he passes) Not you. Wait a second.

Crowley whispers something into Joseph’s ear, then they look at each other.

CROWLEY (CONT’D) Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. He’s bad news.

JOSEPH     (uncertain) Herod? O-our king? If he is prepared to do something like that, then…

CROWLEY He is, believe me. Bad news, that one. I hear Egypt is really nice, this time of year.

JOSEPH Then we will leave.     (solemnly) I thank thee, messenger of Heaven.

He leaves, leaving Crowley and Aziraphale alone.

AZIRAPHALE And that makes it… what? Three times you’ve been mistaken for an angel?

CROWLEY     (grumbling) Perhaps that’s for the best. If a righteous fear of God is what it takes for them to get the Heaven out of here, I’m not complaining. As long as downstairs doesn’t get wind of it.

AZIRAPHALE I’m not telling if you aren’t. Are you sure you won’t get in trouble?

CROWLEY I’ll do my paperwork and say that an angel warned them. Now that I mention it, I think I saw one of them going about, being glorious to the shepherds.

A chilly wind rises. Crowley shivers. Aziraphale materializes one of Joseph’s blankets in his hands and puts it on his shoulders.

AZIRAPHALE So. Herod. Heard he’s bad news. It would be a pity if someone thwarted his plans, whatever they may be.

CROWLEY     (grim) He wants to kill them, angel. All the kids. Because some nutjob told him that his usurper would be born tonight.

There’s a long-ish silence.

AZIRAPHALE If someone were to tell him that his orders had been carried out…

CROWLEY I’m listening.

AZIRAPHALE But someone else were to actually keep the soldiers from carrying them out…

CROWLEY Mmm. Lying to a king. I’m sure I can do that.

AZIRAPHALE And I could save some innocent souls, since I’m already here.

CROWLEY It’s a deal, then.

AZIRAPHALE Let’s not get carried away. “Deal.” It’s barely been a conversation.

CROWLEY Looked like a proper arrangement to me, but suit yourself.

They stand about a little more, both looking at the sky, where the comet is still passing by, bright and wondrous.

AZIRAPHALE Are you going to stick around?

CROWLEY You mean now or in the years to come?

AZIRAPHALE Let’s start with tonight. We delivered a baby, after all. A very important baby. Anyone would say that the occasion deserves to be celebrated, don’t you agree?

CROWLEY Why not. Drinks are on you, this time.

AZIRAPHALE Oh, you’re right, I left you with the tab, didn’t I? How awfully rude of me. Drinks are definitely on me.

[lavenderek]

although i don't remember it, i can probably assume what this was in response to

[twist-and-cry-your-eyes-out]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Well would you look at that. A destiel fic that mentions Elvis and it didn't end in heartbreak.

[destiel-fic-rec]

Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) by kototyph

Summary: Dean's done some pretty stupid things, but getting drunk-hitched in Vegas to a colleague he barely knows might just take the cake. His surprise husband, Castiel, is a little weird but likable despite that, and Dean figures they’ll go back to Boston, get a quiet annulment, and go their separate ways. Six weeks later, he’s still married to one of the strangest, most genuine and definitely most dangerously lov-- likable guys he's ever known. Dean doesn't know why or really even how it’s happening, but it’s getting harder and harder to remember that he has divorce papers to file.

Comments: 9/10. So fluffy and domestic, and very comfortable. No conflict whatsoever, and I love that. Six chapters of pure domestic bliss and fluffy fluff fluff. They get hitched in Vegas, but end up falling in love while restoring Cas’s run-down mansion. I don’t know why but I also love reading about home restorations, like the fic Satin and Sawdust, it’s very satisfying.

[mitsususu]

Why fake date when you can be fake married? Top 5 of my favorites under the cut:

“just say you do” (T, 173k) by biblionerd07

Steve just wanted a job. He wasn't expecting a marriage proposal. And he certainly wasn't expecting to accept.

+ Modern AU. Marrying for financial aid, domesticity, and a supportive Barnes family

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“Dear Mr. Postman” (T, 52k) by odetteandodile

“I’m um—your mailman,” Bucky says, lamely. He mentally kicks himself. He’d—sort of—practiced this! I’m your old pal Bucky, good to see you again!

The corner of Steve’s mouth quirks up as he glances down at the envelope on top, absently, then back up at Bucky, eyes crinkling.

“I had a suspicion that might be the case, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky lets out a surprised breath in a rush. “Oh! You—you remember me?”

Steve’s half-smile turns into a real one and he tilts his head at Bucky. “Of course I remember you Buck. Wasn’t sure you recognized me though—it’s been a long time.”

***

Or—Steve and Bucky revive an old friendship, get married (but totally just as friends, for reasons), and navigate a few of the many trials of the heart that come with falling in love with your best friend.

+ Modern AU. Marrying for insurance, mutual pining 

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“Too Long We Have Tarried” (E, 19k) by kototyph

Bucky picks up the ring and holds it between them. “Steven Grant Rogers,” he says solemnly. “Will you marry me?”

+ Post WS. A proposal prank escalates to a same-day wedding

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“Reconcilable Differences” (T, 12k) by NachoDiablo

After a whirlwind romance, Steve and Bucky have been happily married for the past year. At least, that’s what everyone thinks. No one suspects they tied the knot for more practical reasons, not even their closest friends. But now that those practical reasons are sorted, there’s no reason for them to stay married… right?

AKA, "What To Do When Your Zany Fake-Relationship Scheme Actually Works."

+ Modern AU. Marrying for citizenship, best friends and pining

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“Thirty-Eight Days and Counting” (M, 40k) by thecommodore_squid

It didn’t escape him that Steve shared his assumed last name. “Are you gonna be my cousin?” Bucky asked dully.

Steve frowned. “Husband, actually,” he said easily, holding up his left hand to show a typical golden band.

Bucky scowled and closed the door.

AKA An AU in which Bucky is put in the witness protection program and Steve is the agent hired to protect him/pretend to be his husband.

+ Modern AU. Marrying for witness protection, the avengers are neighbors

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*More Fake Married stories in the Undercover, Genderbend, and Proposals list