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tllgrrl · 7 months

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Heart Beat: a SarahBucky Vampire AU - Chapter 3 - The Beautiful One is Here by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Relationship: Cardiologist!Vampire!Sarah Wilson/Vampire!James “Bucky” Barnes

Rated: M | TWs: Mention of blood; Assault.

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Summary: Losing a patient anywhere wasn’t easy.

Each doctor, nurse, EMT, had their own way of dealing with it.

Sarah would just walk with nowhere specific as to where.

This time, she had a where…

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About an hour later, Sarah made her way down to the morgue.

She offered to deliver the paperwork herself before heading back up to the lounge for a much-needed cup of hot coffee…minus an apple fritter.

She had to do…something. Walk. Run. Just go. Somewhere. She chalked it up to losing a patient in the Trauma Unit.

Losing a patient anywhere wasn’t easy. But…

(I knew him. No you didn’t. Don’t be silly.)

Along with the folder of forms and reports she carried the “belongings” bag containing the deceased’s clothing and shoes.

The EMTs had carefully removed his leather jacket and stabilized him before getting him into the ambulance, but because of the height of the fall, and that he was unconscious, unresponsive, and there was a fair amount of blood, they decided to go ahead and cut his shirts and everything else off of him so they could determine the extent of his injuries, unhindered by the clothes, and begin whatever treatment they needed to perform in transit to the awaiting hospital trauma unit.

In the elevator, on the way down to the bottom floor, Sarah’s mind replayed bits of conversation between the two of them.

“Sergeant, were you really fighting? Fighting on the roof?”

“I’m always fighting.”

And she wondered if he would’ve been upset that his jeans and shirts were ruined, but happy his leather jacket was spared.

She also had a smaller plastic bag containing a wallet, set of keys, what looked like a vintage Zippo lighter, a pair of old Army dog tags on a relatively newer chain, and a switchblade that the EMT found in a calf holster he was wearing when they cut his jeans off.

It wasn’t the first time she’d heard of or seen armed patients in the ER.

She’d also seen her fair share of dog tags, but not ones as old as these.

Maybe they were some sort of sentimental thing. Could’ve been his father’s or grandfather’s.

“Fighting who? Why?”

“Not now. There’s no time. Listen…”

It didn’t matter now. None of it mattered.

What did matter was, a) something had happened in the ER that it seemed only she heard or saw; and b) she wanted to see him one more time before the Coroners took him—took his body—away.

“Find me, Sarah. I’ll be waiting for you.”

No. She didn’t want to see him.

She needed to see him.

When she tapped her ID number into the keypad, the doors swung open, she entered the morgue, and the doors quietly shut behind her with a soft click.

The only (living) person she saw seemed to be one of the attendants, who was looking out the windows with his back to her.

It sounded like he was quietly talking to someone, but there was no one else there.

“The wrong one…the right one…is…here…”

The front desk area was lit with a couple of overhead fluorescents. The rest of the room was dark, except for the soft ambient light pouring through the windows that made up most of the back wall.

“Hello? Excuse me. I’m Dr. Wilson.

The patient, the decedent, they brought down from the ER about an hour ago, Sergeant James Barnes? I have his personal effects. And I need your signature on this paperwork for the…”

The man didn’t move, and now the only sound in the room was the rain on the windows.

It had started just a few minutes ago, and it was already pouring buckets.

“Wow. It’s really coming down,” she offered, putting the bag of clothing on the desk. Walking over to the windows she marveled at the stunning view as a flash of lightning lit up the City below them.

St. Francis Hospital was situated on a hill, so even some rooms on the bottommost floors afforded a spectacular view of San Francisco. This room was one of them.

The thunder rolled a few seconds later.

“Storm must be almost right on top of us. I feel for anybody out in the middle of all that,” she mused. “I love the rain, but—“

Then a bolt of lightning flashed so bright, and the crack of thunder following it so loud, it made her jump.

It flashed again and the overheads at the front desk flickered, then went out.

The streetlights, traffic signals, and all the buildings down in the streets below were dark now, too.

A whole swath of the city—and the morgue—had gone black.

“That’s not good,” she whispered to herself, after the accompanying thunder faded.

(…nine-Mississippi, eight-Mississippi, seven-Mississippi…)

Six seconds later, the hospital’s emergency generators kicked in.

The room was still dark, but the essential parts of the morgue—the refrigerators, autoclaves, and a couple of emergency lights—were running.

The lightning flashed again, and again thunder rolled right behind it.

“Mehr-see Bon-dyoo, as my grammaw would say. Thank God for modern—“

“You shouldn’t be here,” the man sighed.

Continued on AO3.

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Chapter 4 - Safe aHouse, Pt. 1 - Well, How Did I Get Here?

Chapter 3 - The Beautiful One is Here

Chapter 2 - The Beautiful One is Coming, Pt. 2

Chapter 1 - The Beautiful One is Coming, Pt. 1

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fleurdelouvemonth · 1 year

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Thus, we bring to an official close the second ever SarahBucky month. Thank you so much to all the creators who took part in making all the amazing content that was created! So grab a warm cup and a blanket, enjoy and don't forget to interact with the creators and voice your love! 🎁❄️

The admins thoroughly enjoyed interacting with everyone, and please stay tuned for what comes next and, always, keep creating for the good ship Fleur de Louve!

𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒆/𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 2022 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

This masterlist below represents all of the entries!

all else above (dreaming of the man i love) by @philtstone for @sarifinasnightmare

Summary: The eve before Christmas Eve, Captain America was set to speak at the United Nations building, it was blizzarding in Brooklyn, and Sarah Wilson nearly died by way of a giant wheel.She didn't die, of course. She was very gallantly rescued by a man to whom she hadn't spoken in four months. All because she'd kissed him.

Or -- and this was really a pressing question for both of them -- had it been Bucky who kissed her?

Words: 9,641 Chapters: 1/1

Cabin Trap by @otherys for @sarifinasnightmare

Summary: Sarah is going on a girls ski trip, planning on having some quality time with her friends.

So, does James with his buddies.What was supposed to be a week of relaxation, fun, for one group and sports action, reconnection and a potential flings for the other group, turned into an unexpected exprience that may or may not leads to love, realizations, an unexpected (redacted) scenario and more.

Words: 2,295 Chapters: 1/?

Christmas in Romania by @sarifinasnightmare for @missamyshay

Summary: Sarah is studying abroad in Romania and hopes to have a nice Christmas even though she is far from home. Her new co-worker at the coffee shop, James, immediately has eyes for her, and after their first contact, she can't help but look back.

Your Prompt/Assignment: "Help me with these lights?" / Coffee Shop AU or College AU

Words: 19,259 Chapters: 7/7

letters we never sent by @missamyshay for @philtstone

Summary: Bucky likes Sarah. Sarah likes Bucky.Cass and AJ think it’s time for their relationship to progress to a new level.

Words: 6,040 Chapters: 1/1

New Year's Kiss by @spinachgarden for @rebellconquerer

Summary: 2024 was a good year. A great year, even.

Sarah is looking forward to what 2025 will bring, and she’s got an idea of how she wants to start it.Is it bold? Yes. Presumptuous? Maybe. Will Sam have things to say about it? Surely.

But Sarah has a plan. A great plan, even. She’s been sneaking around her older brother since she was old enough to have boyfriends, and she’s not letting him get in the way of her New Year’s Kiss this year. It’s been seven long months of lingering glances and smiles between her and Bucky, flirtation that never goes past the point of plausible deniability, and Sarah is ready - has been ready - for him to make a goddamn move.

Words: 848 Chapters: 1/1

whatever you ask for by @kestrafagnor for @spinachgarden

Summary: The Wilson family wants Bucky to join.

Words: 783 Chapters: 1/1

Once again, thank you again for all of the amazing content you created to make this annual event wonderful!

Feel free to bookmark this post and come back to enjoy this wintery SarahBucky month again and again! ☃️

(Border credits go to @firefly-graphics )

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sarifinasnightmare · 2 years

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Hey , it's me again. Can I get a combination of 24 and 1 from the arranged marriage prompts? And you already know I want Sarah bucky. Please if it's not too much to ask. And if you can't do a combination just 24 or 1 you pick.

Okay, @ivorylei this one was HARD because I wanted to keep it short. It'll be in three parts instead. I am so tired, so I'm going to bed now. 😴

I have Found Better (Chapter 1)

Warnings: Danger, Gun Violence, Possessive Behavior, Violence, Kidnapping, Possessive Sex

Alternate Universe - Steampunk (vaguely)

Alternate Universe - Royalty (yup)

The world discovered steam-powered machinery, science was no longer witchcraft and technology made the near impossible possible. Men and women of all nations sought educations that would lead them to be a part of the bright future before them. As countries adapted to the changes, wars and alliances were made. The Archduke James Buchanan Barnes of Pârâul (Romanian) and the Baroness Sarah Ríodorado (Moor Spain) had been promised from birth to be married. It had been partially to access trade and partially out of friendship. She was supposed to have been sent to Pârâul at the age of thirteen, so she’d become accustomed to the land and the court before being married to her intended at nineteen but just as she was being prepared for her journey, her sixteen-year-old groom went into battle and disappeared….

….Ten years had passed until he was found and when he was found he was not the same.

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Sarah watched the clouds float by as the dirigible flew her over to Pârâul, her stomach in nerves. She had not thought of her first intended for years and even though the families had been upset by the loss of the alliance these things happen. Heirs died unexpectedly, wars broke out, alliances fell apart, royal families were sacked-it happened. With all the inventions created the world had become more connected, more diverse, more mechanically driven and more dangerous. Adaptability was a must.

In ten years, she had been engaged and un-engaged four times over and now at twenty-three her first fiancé suddenly emerged from the dead, and his mother was eager to get her out there as fast as possible. Given the choice between an old Prince looking for a nursemaid/wife and the rediscovered Archduke, she quickly chose the former. Baron Samuel had his doubts but the alliance would be beneficial and economical, so he hugged his sister goodbye and promised to write to her often. However now as the airship sailed towards her new home she felt her misgivings grow.

The ambassador to Pârâul had come bearing a letter from the Grand Princess Winnifred, the mother of the Archduke that initially was welcoming but now smacked of desperation.

Dearest Sarah,

I hope this letter finds you and your family well. I wanted to assure you that the rumors are true and that my darling James has been found and returned to me. The Viscount Rogers never stopped searching for him and with the will of God, he brought him home. He was so ill when he came to us but now is doing better. Although my kingdom still has sweet Rebecca, everyone at court believes James should be married quickly and produce heirs. You know I have always been fond of you, and it must be God’s will that you are still free. It would put my heart at ease to have you come and fulfill the arrangement made a decade ago. The people and the court greatly desire your presence. James has been made aware of my choice and he is in agreement. The alliance will be honored, but the dowry need not come. A grand wedding is being planned and all arrangements for your stay have been made. Bring what you need, my dear. Our family eagerly awaits your inclusion to our home.

Sincerely,

Grand Princess Winnifred of Pârâul

The flight took three days and two layovers but once she arrived the greeting was as warm as promised. The Grand Princess and Duchess Rebecca greeted her as did the court who all seemed very happy to see her. Sarah behaved graciously but once alone with the family she finally asked.

“When will I meet the Archduke?”

Winnifred, a petite woman with iron gray hair and blazing blue eyes gave her a comforting smile. “In just a moment but I wanted to explain something to you.”

“What is it?”

“James had been captured by the enemy. He’d been tortured and changed to become their soldier….their assassin.”

Sarah frowned. “Has he been disfigured?”

Rebecca, a beauty of twenty-one shook her head. “Not facially, but his left arm-”

“Shush, Becca!” The older lady interrupted. “He is whole, but he is confused and needs a gentle hand which is why I asked you to be his bride. You’ve always been kind, patient and intelligent and he needs a wife who have those qualities in abundance.”

For a moment Sarah wondered what she had agreed to, but she’d soon find out. In a drawing room she was sent to finally meet James with Rebecca in attendance. First thing she saw was Viscount Rogers, his childhood friend but then she saw the Archduke.

His hair was dark and long falling loose over his face. The suit was a richly made black, trimmed in silver. Her eyes widen when she noticed that his entire left arm was of metal. The blue eyes that stared back at her seemed to reflect cold curiosity but little else. Vaguely she remembered him from childhood but she had to admit he was handsome in a beastly sort of way.

Sarah curtsied. “Archduke, I’m Baroness Sarah of Riodorado.”

James glanced at Steve who smiled encouragingly. “She’s going to be your wife. Treat her gently and be polite. You’re not the Winter Soldier anymore, you’re Archduke James Bucky Barnes.”

He didn’t know what to think. He’d been the Winter Soldier for Kaiser Johann and his doctor Zola but now he was a ruler. It was too much to take in but so far everyone had treated him nicely and there had been no pain, no blood, no screams. He had a mother and a sister and a friend who took great efforts to teach him who he’d been before, but it was difficult changing from a soldier to a lord. Lords commanded and received whatever they wanted, so it should not have surprised him when his mother gently suggested a companion; someone pretty and sweet to keep him company. He had glanced over the women of court, but they were all frightened of him. Unapproachable and unpredictable he’d been called. Yet now this beauty was before him seemingly unafraid; she was supposed to be his wife? He approached and studied her, dressed in an elegant yellow and lace dress, the bustle and corset accentuating her curves nicely. She looked…soft.

Sarah gasped when his hands cupped her face, and he moved in closer. Everyone jumped at the suddenness of his action. The curious gaze had deepened, and he appeared to be studying her, sizing her like a wolf about to pounce. She didn’t know whether to look away or fight him, so she wrapped her hands around his wrist and squeezed a little.

“Do you mean to kiss me, lord?” She whispered.

Her skin was soft and flawless; it seemed to have an inner glow that was pretty. Darkness usually meant cold but her brown eyes were warm, deep and inviting. A hunger seized him, and it made him want to take her, touch her, claim her. Pleasure curled around him and purred for more. Her lips were plump, moist and-

His lips were on hers and it caught her by surprise by how possessively he kissed. Determined not to be cowed by his dominance she kissed him back, her own tongue darting in the tease him and he seemed to approve, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against him. A fire swept through her and she shivered in pleasure. Suddenly she was swept off her feet and it looked like he meant to carry her away somewhere.

Steve quickly stopped his friend. “Buck, you must marry her first. Put her down, she isn’t your wife yet.”

Rebecca quickly went to tug her brother’s arm. “Not yet Jamie. You have to say your vows first, put her down before you frighten her away.”

James looked over at Sarah who didn’t appear frightened just concerned. The kiss had been delicious and the pleasure felt wonderful flowing through his veins. Is that what came with having a wife? He must have more of that sensation. He’d only met her for a moment, but he knew he liked her and that he wanted her so frightening her away wasn’t what he wanted to do. Gently he set her back down.

Sarah smiled in thanks but the moment she was ushered out immediately sought the Grand Princess.

“What in the world happened to him? He just kissed me and meant to have his way with me right then and there!” She demanded. To be honest the kiss was delightful, and he was easy on the eyes, but questions still needed answers.

The elegant woman became genuinely upset and she burst into tears. “Forgive me! I didn’t mean to withhold the whole truth, but I am desperate to save my son.”

Through her tears she explained that James had been brainwashed to see himself as a soldier, to follow orders and do as he’s told. It took weeks to convince him that he was free from his oppressors and that Steve and everyone else were his friends not his handlers. He had been tortured and had terrible nightmares. The doctors believed he’d been isolated and that a gentle but firm companion could draw him out of the protective mental box he’d stored himself in. So far most of the ladies of the court had found him intimidating and aggressive.

“I thought of you…” Winnifred murmured. “…of your spirit and intelligence and I thought perhaps you’d be the one to bring back my son.”

“So I’m to be a nursemaid to a sick man.” Sarah sighed in exasperation. “Your Highness, I don’t know if I can be his savior.”

“Oh but you are! Look at how you reacted to him. You didn’t draw away! You’re braver than any lady at court. Is my son so repulsive? Please be honest.”

No, he wasn’t repulsive, in fact his kiss still made her lips tingle. “I’m flattered but-”

“Let me make a bargain with you, a promise. If he gets better then let the marriage stand, but if he doesn’t then just produce an heir. A boy or girl, it doesn’t matter. If he becomes a danger then I will guarantee your protection on the Cross, I swear!”

Sarah decided to think about it, and she did, pondering the benefits of marrying a man who looked like an angel, kissed like the devil and needed care. Later a servant brought the contract with the Grand Princess’ signature and seal; all it needed was hers. Leaving it unsigned she went to prepare for bed. It was good to get out of the corset after a long day and felt much better in nightgown.

She was looking for her silk bonnet when her eyes caught a glint of metal and turned in surprise to see James suddenly in the room! Looking for her robe, she went to grab it and put it on only for him to stop her.

When she hadn’t come back, he’d become anxious and wanted to find her. Steve assured him she was still in the palace but it wasn’t enough to soothe him so he went on the hunt. Fortunately, she wasn’t too far away and even better, she was barely dressed. Pulling her back into his arms again, he kissed her once more.

God, he was really good at this, she thought, as she wrapped her arms around him. Again, he swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently and hovered for a moment, admiring before swooping down for more.

Sarah briefly wondered if she ought to just let it happen but could already hear the disapproving voices in her head. He was gorgeous with his long hair over his face, and she felt the first stirrings of desire, but she had to be a good girl. Gently she drew their lips apart. “James, stop.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“Because I’m asking you to respect my boundaries. I’m not ready to be intimate with you yet, so please stop.”

She firmly pushed him back and he sat up, obedient. “Have I done something wrong?”

“Not yet.” She said soothingly. “I just got here and I’m tired. You seem very enthusiastic, and I like that, but tradition demands that we get married before we do anything more. If we get caught I will be in trouble and sent out of the palace.”

His gaze went cold. “I don’t want you to go away.”

“Good and neither do I.” She surprised herself by saying that. “Can we talk a little instead? Before I sleep?”

He nodded and so they talked. She spoke of her family in her country or her likes and dislikes. He revealed the carnage he’d unleashed as the Winter Soldier. It was frightening, but he seemed sad about it, and she felt pity for him. What had happened to the sixteen-year-old youth to make him such a hard-edged soldier? What torture and abuse had he been subjected to? She asked him if he was glad to be free and he said that he was, but it was lonely and the nightmares were terrible. He was damaged without a doubt, but he was also good at heart, eager to know her and seemed determined to do better. She liked the way he looked at her too with his blue eyes tracing over her and delighting in every peek of skin her nightgown allowed him. The way his tongue darted out to lick his lips made her shiver and truly she wondered if she could find better or handsomer than her first betroth? She kissed him gently and urged him back to his bed and was pleased when he offered no protest.

The next morning, she signed the contract. It may all end in disaster, but maybe not. He intrigued her and she couldn’t resist.

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To Be Continued...

#sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #arranged marriage #prompt challenge #fleur de louve #royalty au #winter soldier #sarah wilson fanfic

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rqgnarok · 9 months

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catalogue - sam wilson

fandom: marvel, the falcon & the winter soldier

wc: 4,368

warnings: implied smut, mentions of injuries and scars, blood and bruises. neutral pronouns, no use of (y/n).

summary: you and sam don’t get to see each other often, but when you do, there’s a ritual you insist on going through to deal with your time apart.

masterlist / ao3 / ko-fi

You’re a sight for Sam’s sore eyes.

He hasn’t seen you in over six months. It’s an occupational hazard, he knows, but it’s the worst. Being the Falcon made his personal life take a step back in his list of priorities, and becoming Captain America meant setting the list on fire and declaring Sam Wilson’s downtime practically nonexistent. As far as he’s aware, Sarah and the boys are the only exceptions to the rule.

It’s not all on him. You’re an Avenger, too, even if you’re semi-retired. Semi, because the new kids still look for guidance as much as they can and you still keep a room at the Avengers compound because of it, even if scarcely decorated.

You make your entrance by scaring the shit out of him because of course, you have to.

“Is this what you call watching your six?”

Sam puffs out a sound between a scoff and a laugh. It’s always an interesting mix of emotions with you, Sam has never felt so safe and yet unbalanced than when he’s in your presence. It creates a sort of vacuum in his belly that has him feeling like a kid with a crush, but he’ll die before he ever admits that to anyone. Especially you.

“You know you don’t have to sneak up on me every time.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you quip, raising your brows and extending a hand that Sam takes to haul himself back on his feet. You click your tongue. “Gotta say, though, it’s a little less charming now that you’re Captain America. Where does that leave national security?”

Sam rolls his eyes so hard he’s about to give himself a headache, dusting off his ass and giving you a quick once-over, taking advantage of your sudden closeness to do so freely. “Thank Jesus the world still has you, then.”

“Only half time,” you shrug, unaware that Sam knows you’ve spent more time at the Avengers compound than your own apartment lately. If he has a few eyes that check up on you when you’re there, well. It’s only cause he worries. “You and Barnes playing in the Big Leagues leaves a lot of unfinished business for little guys like us.”

“Says the little guy who’s been to space,” Sam uses the same argument he always does when you try to downplay your importance in the job you do. It’s like a script, these meetings of yours, always under the excuse of responsibility until it’s not– until the conversation flows into what Sam has been aching for since the last time he saw you.

You roll your eyes like he knew you would. You’ve been an Avenger since before they had the name for it, so if anyone deserves the semi-retirement, Sam concedes, it’s gotta be you. He won’t pretend it won’t be a big hit when you choose to walk away completely, though. Whether that’s to the business or Sam’s life, well. That’s another conversation.

He misses you. It’s hardly a crime.

“And they’ve still got us doing intel like we’re rookies,” you shrug, lessening your significance anyway. As if you weren’t up there in the cosmos chasing after freaking Thanos, but Sam won’t argue with you about this. You already spend so little time together to waste it building conflicts between you.

“Please,” Sam’s a professional, so he doesn’t make a bitchface and say girl with disbelief coating his tone, but judging from the amusement that glints in your eyes, you read through the lines with ease. “Like we’d let the children anywhere near this.”

“Okay, Dad,” you snort. “How are Torres and Barnes anyway?”

“The kid and his grandpa are fine,” he goes for annoyed but his grin is boyish and unrestrained. “Jealous they weren’t authorized to drop by. This is practically a vacation, you know.”

You shake your head, but all in good fun. “If your bosses have you thinking that then you desperately need some real downtime.”

“This is as close as it gets, these days.”

Torres had flown him all the way to Switzerland just so Sam could go and spend a few weeks in a rustic, semi-abandoned town on the outskirts of the city where an old SHIELD safehouse still stood against all odds.

Why he had to go to the other side of the world for some intel, he asked and got no answer. Now it comes to mind how he has no idea where you– his contact– have been stationed lately nor what kind of work you’ve been pulling for whoever it is you answer to these days.

You don’t tell him about it, and he’s quit on trying to ask. Whether it’s because you don’t think he’ll approve of what you’re doing or because it’s strictly classified, Sam doesn’t know.

“Blink twice if they’re holding you hostage,” you say in all seriousness, and he peels his eyes at you without blinking, getting close to your face. You laugh, pushing him away. “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re one with the nation. Let me show you these files and see what Mr. America makes of ‘em.”

The physical files you actually bring with you are minimal, and most of the data you’ve been ordered to skim through is kept in a USB you hand to Sam as soon as the coffee has kicked in. Neither of you are exactly sure what it is you’re looking for so you’re stuck in the studio of the tiny, look-at-me-wrong-and-I’ll-crumble safe house for over three whole days before you finally start gathering some worthy intel.

“I was told we’d known when we found it,” you shrug, not visibly bothered by the fact that you’ve most likely been sent on a wild goose chase. “Or if we didn’t. We might go back empty-handed after all.”

It’s not encouraging but it’s what you’ve got, even if Sam isn’t sure he’s able to be out of commission for that long. He’s realized people get antsy when Captain America isn’t seen somewhere in the world after a few days, but despite how hard he tries he’s not able to be in two places at once.

“Yet,” he tells you when you take a food break and you allow him to rant about these troubles. “Haven’t figured it out yet, but Steve kind of managed it after a few years, right?”

“Steve was superhuman,” you remind him helpfully behind your coffee cup. You’d found some old whiskey at the back of a cabinet and doused your drink with it, so you make a face when it goes down.

“You don’t think I’m super?”

“I think you’re something, alright.”

“Aw. That was almost a compliment.”

“Can’t let it get to your head, hotshot. Ego’s already too big for your body.”

It’s so fucking domestic Sam feels the ache of it in his teeth. You, sitting at the table in your tiny kitchen while he sits on the counter, each drinking your coffee how you like it as the sun sets through the window above the sink. Talking for hours until you realize you’re practically sitting in the dark as the afternoon flew by while you were taken with each other’s company.

But then you go back to looking at intel until your eyes are burning and you excuse yourself to pass out on the couch. You do it almost half an hour to the dot before Sam gives up himself, and he’s pretty sure you know enough of his tells to know when he’s getting tired and make an early escape so he doesn’t take the couch himself.

“You take the bed,” he’d offered the first night, having a little trouble not making it sound like an order. By how you’d raised your eyebrow, he’d failed by a mile. “God knows where you’re sleeping these days. It’s the least I can do after dragging you all the way out here.”

“You’re the one who keeps saying he’s on vacation,” you take your bags from his hands and drop them unceremoniously on the coffee table, marking the living room territory as yours. “And I’m sure the US government will kill me if I bring you back with a fucked up back.”

He almost suggested you could share. You have before, both out of necessity and leisure, but Sam’s sure that topic’s on the list of Things Not To Talk To You About. It might be the first one up there, in all caps and underlined with bright red.

Sam has both held you down to fuck your brains out and held your bleeding body in his hands, pressing against a gunshot wound to keep blood flow to a minimum. It’s a fucked up type of intimacy he doesn’t share with anyone else, but he’s still hesitant to bring it up. Somehow both events keep happening whether he intends for them or not.

It’s like he’s waiting for the shoe to drop, and it finally does on the fifth day of your assignment.

You ultimately get a lead from the USB. It guides you to search for a random code you insist it’s on a file you’d read through already. You make a noise of victory under your breath when you spot it across the table and when you shift to reach for it, your breath hitches.

It’s a quiet thing Sam wouldn’t be able to acknowledge if he weren’t good at his job, but he is.

“What is it?” he asks, suddenly alert, fingers twitching with the urge to hover over you worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head. Whatever shadow of hesitance had fallen over you is pulled back into place, tucked away for Sam to blissfully ignore.

You both know that shit won’t fly, but Sam thinks it’s cute you try anyway.

He stares at you and you avoid his eye long enough, face buried in the file, to know you know he’s noticed. It’s a silent request to let it pass.

Tough fucking luck. Sam calls your name, admonishing.

“Sam,” you say right back at him in the same tone, still not looking at him. Sam grinds his teeth in annoyance, jaw tight.

“Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine. You know how it is.”

It’s not a no.

“I do know,” Sam agrees, but his mood’s a short fuse. “Are you grounded? Is that why you’re here? Because you’re hurt?”

Fucking jackpot. You exhale through your nose and tighten your jaw at the question but refuse to answer. You’re a couple of feet apart, divided by the desk filled with files and information, but somehow this is the closest he’s felt to you since you got here.

You’d been hiding something since the beginning; taking the couch when you could’ve been sharing the bed from the start, touching him less than usual so things wouldn’t go further, and moving around the house with rigid, calculated movements.

“Manning the desk,” he says with a little too much bite, and he can physically watch your hackles rise; the annoyance in your eyes when they finally meet his, the biting of your cheek to stop yourself from rising to his sudden passive-aggressive hostility. “Handing me files, giving me intel. You’re flying halfway across the world to keep yourself out of the field.”

“Sam,” you say through gritted teeth.

“You’re hurt,” he replies, not a question, nodding at your torso. It’s all suddenly painstakingly clear, the past week flashing through his mind like a movie from a different point of view. “And you’re hiding it from me, for some reason.”

“Is that all, Captain?” you ask, creating distance with the use of his new title in a way he despises and you know he does. You’re good at that, finding where it hurts and pressing methodically until the skin gives. Sam’s just not used to the trick being used on him. “Or is there something else about my person that you’ve figured out and have yet to enlighten me about?”

“Let me see,” he ignores you. It's easier than trying to match your level of cruel cleverness. He stands to cross over to your side of the desk, staring down at you expectantly with arms crossed. “Come on, show me.”

“No,” you deadpan, but the way you wrap your arms carefully around yourself shows the defensiveness underneath your nonchalance. “Sam, come on, what the hell are you doing?”

“If you’re not hurt, then show me,” he insists but doesn’t reach to touch you without your permission. It’s a line he won’t cross.

“Is that an order, sir?” you snap.

“I’m not your superior,” he replies, even though he is, technically, but not when you’re alone. Not when you’re hurt. “I’m your friend. And right now my friend is in pain, I’d like to be able to do something about it.”

“Like what?” you ask, and it’s as exhausted as it is conflictive. Thunder rumbles outside the house and inside Sam’s chest, two storms coming in. “Huh, Sam? What are you gonna do? It’s part of the damned job. Don’t tell me you’re injury-free right now.”

Sam isn’t. Both old and newer scars put a heaviness on his body he’s not supposed to carry, but he’s not the one hiding right now.

“I can hold you,” he offers and watches the way you look away, imagining the sting in your eyes as they glisten with sudden tears. You very visibly refuse to shed them, tightening your jaw and passing saliva like it’s gravel. “If you’d let me. Let’s not pretend we haven’t done it before.”

“It’s different now.”

“Why?” he wonders, brow furrowing. He does his best to relax his stance and reaches to touch your tight fists where they lay on your lap. With his fingertips barely there on your skin, the tension bleeds out of them like magic almost against your will. “Because I’m Captain America? Because you won’t tell me where you’re stationed half the time?”

“It’s–”

“Classified,” he finishes for you, unmoved. “But you’re still you, and I’m still me. As far as I’m aware, that doesn’t change a damned thing.”

You close your eyes like the words pain you, resolve crumbling right before Sam’s eyes. “I don’t wanna fight with you.”

“Then don’t,” from Sam’s perspective, it’s as simple as that. “Let me see. Let me be with you, please. The last week has been torture.”

You let out a breath of a laugh that’s a little too miserable. “You’re telling me,” you say, and the slope of your shoulders falls from its tense, defensive curve. Sam takes it as the green light it is.

You stand straighter as he kneels in front of you, his hands hovering over the hem of your shirt. He looks to you for permission and you give him a tight nod, staring at the wall instead of him, gulping down your anxieties.

Sam’s breath catches when he lifts your shirt and sees your torso, skin showered in black, blue, purple, and green bruises. “Jesus.”

“It’s worse than it looks,” you say automatically. Sam can’t see how that’s true. It looks like it hurts to even breathe, it’s unbelievable how you were able to hide it from him for so long. “Nothing’s broken, I swear.”

“What the hell happened?” he asks even if he knows you can’t– or won’t– answer. You sigh, and he watches blemished skin shake with the effort it takes.

“I’m alright,” you say instead of the answer he wants, but your voice has softened and lost all fight response. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve been with him since you arrived and it has nothing to do with showing your skin. “Hey, I’m okay. That assignment’s over for good. I’m not going back there, I promise.”

The sigh of relief Sam lets out is shaky and doesn’t relinquish all the tension he’s been carrying. The possibilities of what must’ve happened are gonna haunt him long after this mission’s over.

“I hate it,” he says, and he knows you know what he means. Not knowing where you are, spending more than half the year apart with zero contact, this unease between you that doesn’t let you be honest.

You say, tired. “I know. Sam–”

Sam isn’t touching you– not yet. He’s careful so there’s no skin-to-skin contact, and you look at him with guarded eyes when he lowers your shirt back into place, standing up and towering over you.

“What?”

You breathe air out of your nose, frustrated. “You know.”

A beat. “You sure?” he says, as plainly as he can with the tension that’s grown between you pulling him forward.

“Yes.”

He hums.

“Oh. You gonna let me touch you now, then?” he asks, still under the excuse of medical purposes only. But Sam can’t help the way his voice deepens, molten like honey. His eyes trail over skin that isn’t blemished: the curve of your neck, the lines of your arms, the slope of your fingers.

You shiver under the attention, helpless to hide such a reaction to his voice. “Mmm? Honey?”

“Fuck you,” you say automatically, already opening your legs slightly for Sam to slip in between them, reaching for your jaw. You close your eyes at the touch, sighing away whatever tension remained in you.

You’re too fucking easy, despite the fight you insisted on going through before letting yourself be touched, and something in Sam’s belly tightens at the idea of it being just for him.

Sam’s hands remain on your jaw and throat as he tilts your head up for a kiss, slow and deep, lingering. It’s not long before you open up for him, his tongue sliding into your mouth like it was always meant to be there, coaxing a whine from you while you search for steadiness and settle your hands on his belt. Not pulling, not searching for more– not yet– but keeping him close.

The storm comes and goes and the files in the studio remain forgotten. Sam finally gets you on the bed and, better yet, with him in it.

He’s a little too careful, hands cupping your ribs with extreme caution after finally getting rid of your shirt for good and laying you down against the sheets. You roll your eyes fondly and grab onto his wrists to direct him where you want him.

He doesn’t complain as he takes your directions. The man will greedily take anything you give him in calloused, expert hands as he does his best to pull sounds out of you that are music to his ears.

After it’s over, you both lay in bed, naked and breathless. You find a new scar on him and trace the ragged line of skin gently with your fingertip, touch featherlight, almost nonexistent. It’s been over half a year since you last did this, but only a couple of months since he got himself injured and stitched up by Bucky in the Brazilian jungle. “This one’s new.”

It had been a quick job, good enough considering the circumstances, which is to say Sam now has an ugly, uneven scar a couple of inches above his hipbone that saved him from bleeding out on his partner.

The memory holds no gentleness, but your fingers do. The haze of his previous orgasm leaves Sam pliant under your touch, melted against the sheets and uncaring of your scrutiny. “Barnes?”

Sam makes an affirmative noise, a valid enough question since sometimes he’s admitted to doing patchwork on himself for the sake of the mission, uncaring of how bad it hurts as long as it’s quick and efficient.

“Did it hurt?”

“Like hell,” he admits, feeling safe enough to do so in the cocoon you’ve built for yourselves. Sam runs a hand up and down your naked back as if trying to soothe the brunt of the memory. “Did the job, though. Got us out alive.”

At that, you lean to kiss the skin, only slipping a bit of tongue into it. Sam sighs, ignoring the prick of discomfort that’s trying to crawl up his spine and leaning towards the softer, more tender sentiment that takes over him whenever you get like this. It’s not easy for him to accept such gentleness, to let himself be cared for and lay there, unable to give something back.

He will, in a minute. But he knows you like him like this, and that alone pins him down in his place to let you work. It’d be hypocritical of him, he thinks as his hips twitch with renowned interest, to not let you fret after him when his own worry is what got you here in the first place.

After you’re satisfied, you trail the path Sam’s grown accustomed to, the very same you follow every time you sleep together after a terribly long amount of time:

The knife scar under his pec from when they were chasing after Bucky, still the Winter Solider, superficial enough not to have caused concern at the time. The mark from when he got his appendix out, thinking nothing of the stabbing aches to his belly until he was doubling over in his bed and waking up half his platoon as he retched in the bathroom.

The dot on his finger where Riley accidentally stabbed him with a pencil once, sleep deprived and with two shots of whiskey on him. The wound had healed with ease but the mark made a permanent home on his skin, barely visible unless you leaned in close enough to look for it.

The scab on his knee from falling off his bike when he was six. Sarah had screeched bloody murder until their parents came out of the house to see what all the fuss was about. The scar left behind by a bullet on his right shoulder during his second tour in Afghanistan.

The cut on his lip he got shaving for the first time is always last on your list. Sam has long stopped calling you out on it, how convenient it was that the cataloging of his scars always ended with a thorough, slow kiss to his mouth that usually bloomed into a second round.

He found that you got skittish when he did so, pulling back into yourself and laying tensely in bed for a couple more minutes before you started looking around for your clothes, called out.

Now Sam only cups your jaw, tugs a little so it opens your mouth and he can slip in his tongue and steal a taste of your sigh. He wants you like this for as long as possible; vulnerable, unguarded, desperate to touch him and be touched back. Safe enough to know that you never have to ask for something he wants to give you so willingly.

You always forget. The second you meet again, you have to start the whole dance over. Fish for excuses to meet each other in the middle, hoping for new scars to lengthen your time together.

Sam isn’t a masochist by any means, and he’s not an adrenaline junkie asshat who chases the danger just to have proof on his skin that he can take all the grievances life throws at him.

But. But–

“We’re alright,” you say against his mouth, body warm and seeking on top of his. He’s mindful of your injuries but can’t help himself, the urge to touch you overrules any other instinct he owns. It makes him weak, on the field, but happy off of it. “Aren’t we? We’re gonna be alright.”

“‘Course we are, honey,” his southern charm pops out and you’re both parts equally pleased and unamused, a funny expression on your face that has him laughing as he cups the back of your neck to bring you in for another kiss. “What? What’s with the face?”

“Nothin’, pumpkin,” you imitate his accent and Sam focuses his ministrations on your jaw and neck, trying to get you to break character. “We’re gonna be just fine, sugar plum. You’re sure lookin’ very pretty tonight, peach fuzz.”

Sam splutters out a laugh. “Peach fuzz?”

“That’s what you sound like!”

“See if I ever call you something nice ever again.”

“You can’t resist me,” you say seriously, though a smile keeps trying to break your facade. “You literally lasted five days before taking me to bed. That’s on being weak, Wilson.”

“Some might say it’s a world record for me, baby,” he says, poking at your face until you show teeth, happy and at ease in his arms. “The six months before that were a little bit of a stretch, too.”

Your mood dampens a little but Sam won’t let it, nudging his nose against yours to catch your attention again. “Hey. What did I just say? We’re gonna be alright. Five days, six months, five years, it’s nothing. They mean shit when I get to see you again.”

The mention of the Snap unguards you further. He’d been gone while you tried to keep your life together, ignoring the Sam-shaped void in your surroundings. The first time you got together after he came back had been tainted by the grief of losing three of the best people you’d ever known, and he’d done his own reconnaissance of your skin as he took in new scars, new hurts that had happened and healed while he was gone.

You smile again, but it’s softer, fonder, a tender tilt of the lips for the man you managed to find in this chaotic line of work that became your whole life.

In another five days, you’ll once more be on opposite ends of the world without any idea of when you’ll see each other again or what new marks you’ll have on your skin that describe your time apart. You haven’t even put a name to this– this relationship that both of you are still too hesitant to define as such, but that’s okay.

It’s okay. It’s more than enough. The path of scars will be there to take when you meet again, permanent proof that you’ve survived to find the way to each other over and over and over again. The map that leads to you, every goddamn time.

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hi!!!

hope you like this one! i’ve been putting this fic on the back burner for almost a month now, but i’m so glad to finally have finished it! i hope to put out the tommy miller sequel for dial drunk next week before school starts :)

thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, commenting, etc.!

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abarbaricyalp · 10 months

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Written for the @sambuckylibrary Summer Bingo! Pride - Coming Out prompt // Rated G // Soft morning moment (and shenanigans) with Sarah and Bucky

Let The World Know

(Title obvi adapted from Diana Ross' "I'm Coming Out")

Bucky Barnes was a funny kind of contradiction. In all the stories Sam told the boys--when Bucky wasn't around to hear--he made the super soldier sound badass or scary. There wasn't a locked room in the world that Bucky couldn't get into. Not a fight he couldn't win. Not a decision he couldn't influence. The strongest, scariest people in the world were terrified of him and, if there were teams being made, everyone wanted Bucky on their side. And Sarah knew all of this was true. She'd done her own research on him. Bucky had sat down and told her himself about his past. She'd seen some of it in play, whether it was the time someone had threatened 'Captain America's family' or the fights she watched on the news or just him convincing the waitress to give him an extra free sweet tea. He could even negotiate the boys (Sam included) into a reasonable bedtime with no tears.

And yet, here was that same man, stumbling through her house like he didn't know the layout exactly, sleep pressed and rumpled, eyes hazy with lingering slumber. He was wearing a shirt that Sarah knew for certain was not his, because she'd bought it for Sam ages ago. He was also wearing a pair of Sam's athletic shorts because apparently he didn't own his own. And he smelled just like Sam's body wash. Except, it wasn't only the body wash. It was Sam all over. His room and his sheets and his warmth. Sarah got plenty of hugs from her brother. It never left her smelling like him.

Bucky pawed at the counters searching for any semi-clean mug that had been left out. There weren't any. When Sam did dishes, he didn't cut corners. And he was aware of Bucky's distaste for mornings, his half conscious habits. He definitely put all the mugs away.

Sarah watched him silently for a few seconds before she let herself into the living room. The couch was just as it had been the night before. The stack of young-readers chapter books that AJ had been tearing through was still on the arm and Cass's half complete science experiment was nestled in the opposite corner. The blanket that normally hung on the back of the couch was nowhere to be found, nor was the pillow Bucky had been using while he stayed in Delacroix.

She came back into the kitchen and continued to watch Bucky as he glared at the coffee machine, like that was going to fill the mug he'd found from somewhere.

"I'll say good morning in a second," he offered after a few more seconds of silence.

Sarah hummed and leaned back against the far counter. "James Barnes, did you just come out of my brother's room?" she asked when she thought he was suitably distracted again.

Bucky flinched like a cat who had been startled. "What? No," he scoffed. "Why would I be in Sam's room? He's home. There's no reason for him to be there. I mean, me to be there."

Sam had mentioned that Bucky couldn't lie. And it was true he had dimples that always gave away the game when he was pretending to blame the boys for something he did. But Sarah hadn't really believed that the world's greatest ghost intrigue story would literally be incapable of lying to the people who knew him. This was just sad. Even Sam would've done better and he was a God-awful liar.

"Barnes," she said warningly. "You're covered in his clothes and his soap and..." She reached over to tug the collar of the oversized shirt away from his neck. "His bruises."

Bucky's cheeks erupted in such a blush, Sarah could practically feel it radiating against her hand. But he didn't back away from her or bat her hand away like he would if she was Sam. She had to pull her hand away from the damning love bites that littered the lower half of his neck.

Bucky's eyes kept flicking from her face to the, still empty, mug in his hands and then back again. He was wide eyed but not scared. A little embarrassed, maybe. A little frustrated, undoubtedly. "I shouldn't be allowed to exist before ten in the morning," he complained and set the mug aside. "Sam knew I'd be the one to get caught."

"You're the only one who could get caught," Sarah pointed out. "It's his room."

"He wears my clothes too," Bucky defended weakly. He brought his hand up to his neck, rubbing at the bruises gently. "Normally they heal faster than this but last night..."

Sarah quickly waved him off. "I do not need details just 'cause I figured it out."

Bucky rolled his eyes his good-naturedly. "I was just going to say that last night as we did was mack on each other, so these are more fresh than they usually would be."

Still, Sarah grimaced, suddenly twelve years old again and disgusted that Sam had kissed Erica W at summer camp. Her face must have shown it because Bucky burst out laughing with that surprised guffaw of his that he always tamped down quickly. "Sarah Wilson," he mimicked her from earlier. "Are you worried I'm giving your brother cooties?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "Who knows what you brought with you from the 40s. It's like those folks up in the Arctic defrosting old pathogens."

Bucky clutched at his chest. "And here I was, thinking Sam had used all the old man jokes available."

Sarah gave him a fond smile and he turned his attention to his fingers, picking at his cuticles.

"Is...is it okay that I'm-- That we're together? Me and Sam," he added with a nervous glance up through his eyelashes.

He reminded Sarah so much of the night Sam had first come out to her. He'd hidden it so perfectly in high school that he'd had to call an old flame of his to prove it to her, that this wasn't a new realization but a fully realized part of him. And then, 20 and halfway through his first tour, back for Christmas break, he'd told her about the man he'd fallen in love with in his training class. He'd been so nervous. He could barely even get the words out. It seemed like he spent the whole time fighting himself not to backtrack out of it.

But the way his eyes had lit up when she asked (demanded) to see a picture of them had said far more than any stuttering explanation ever could. That night, he'd told her that he'd never understood why she was so excited about planning dates or a wedding, but now he got it. Everything they did together, he said, was the most exciting thing that could happen.

Riley had become family, a missing piece whose absence wasn't visible until it was nonignorable. And that hole had been around for so long now, coring through Sam no matter how many layers he tried to cover it in.

And now, Bucky Barnes was fidgeting in her kitchen, looking the same kind of scared and convicted that Sam had all those years ago. The same kind of all enduring love was pouring out of him even as he sought her permission or approval. She wondered if she put her hand to Sam's chest, if she'd feel his soaring heartbeat again, instead of having her touch pass right through to muscle and bone.

"I have never been able to tell my brother anything," she said as noncommittally as she could.

Barnes looked about as strained as she expected. "I'm not asking if you're gonna talk him out of it. I wanna know if you're okay with it. With me."

Sam had told lots of stories about how badass and scary Bucky could be. He'd even had half a conversation like what Barnes was hinting at here, giving her a chance to ask him to keep that kind of history and danger away. But yesterday Sarah had stood right here in the kitchen and watched Bucky shove his arms elbow deep into a mud hole to catch a frog for Cass. And she'd heard him read to AJ until they were both passed out. And she knew, even without having to test her brother's heart, that he made Sam laugh again. And scowl and dance and cook and play in the ocean like a kid.

"Yes, Barnes," she agreed. "You're alright."

Bucky leaned against the counter next to her and gently nudged his shoulder against hers. "I appreciate it," he said and sounded like he genuinely meant it.

When his arm brushed around her back, she thought he was going to hug her. It wasn't until he was hissing at the heat of the coffee that she realized he'd stolen her mug and was chugging it down before she could snatch it back.

"Oh, you are just perfect for him!" she accused with a disbelieving laugh. She reached for the towel that hung off the front of the stove and snapped it at Bucky's hip, even as he made some undignified noise and danced away from her.

"Sarah, wait!" he pleaded between laughs, swinging open the fridge door to put a barrier between them. "We might be family one day. Have mercy."

"That ship's sailed, Barnes. Welcome to family," she said with her own laugh as she jumped around the side of the door to swat at him again. He went running for Sam's door while she called foul. Her objections worked about as well as they ever did on Sam too.

Welcome to the party, she thought while she listened to Sam and Bucky scuffle in the bedroom before Sam had shoved Bucky back out into the hallway to be at Sarah's mercy. Welcome, indeed.

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abbatoirablaze · 6 months

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 8

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: manipulation, coercion, threats of murder, mentions of murder, violence, discrimination based on designation, angst, a/b/o dynamics.

“Alpha…”

Steve looked away from his mate and towards Sam. He looked a mess, and had scratches up and down his arms. Steve’s eyes widened as he sensed the concern coming off of his beta in droves, “Sam…what is it?”

“Sharon…she-she’s lost it. She-“

“What happened to Sharon?” Steve asked, “Lost it? Did she lose her pup?”

Cinna felt nervousness creeping into her hindbrain over her alpha’s concern for the woman that he was formally promising himself to. She reached out to him, “Steve…”

“Her pup was fine,” Sam said quickly as he shook his head, “she drank the same thing that Cinna did, and both of them were rushed to medical in time…but she-she killed Brock.”

Steve’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Alpha…you have to come…she-she’s going crazy,” Sam begged, “I-I don’t want to tear you from your family, but-“

“Pack comes first,” Cinna said simply. She squeezed Steve’s arm soothingly and nodded her head, “go…take care of whatever is going on…but come back to me.”

“Always!” he promised with a simple nod. He leaned in and scented his mate, before kissing her temple and his son’s forehead, then he and his beta left the hospital room.

“Sharon…you need to be logical…”

“WHERE IS IT?” she hissed, shooting Steve a glare through the reinforced window of her hospital room, “WHERE IS THAT WORTHLESS PUP?”

Steve frowned as he thought about the pup that had been brought to him nearly two days ago by one of Sharon’s pack.

He was clearly born prematurely, but he was definitely also an omega.

The final nail in the coffin for Sharon, at least in her view, of solidifying a legacy.

She had managed to do so in creating a pup with Brock, but the pup was an omega male. Something that she, herself, was beyond disgusted by.

And in a rage, even though she’d had a belly full of stitches, she tore Brock to shreds over it. She killed him over impregnating her with an ‘inferior pup.’

When members of her pack had informed her that Steve and Cinna had a strong, healthy alpha boy, she went off the deep end.

“Your pup is safe, Sharon.”

“Kill it!” she commanded, growling at the man she had once been in a formal relationship with, “I don’t want an omega male with my name. Carters are not omegas. They are alphas or they don’t exist.”

Steve frowned even more.

He’d been all too privy with how the Carter pack family had dealt with omega males. She was supposed to have had an older brother, but when he was born an omega male, they slaughtered the infant and threw him over the cliff.

An omega male Carter was unacceptable.

“Sharon-“

“KILL IT!” she screamed, nearly feral from having to continue on with the conversation, “I know that someone in my pack betrayed me and they brought it to you. YOU NEED TO KILL IT, STEVE!”

“I’m not a savage,” Steve growled at the woman, “I’m not going to go and slaughter some innocent pup based on his designation.”

“WHAT IF YOU HAD AN OMEGA, HUH?” she screamed, her fists pounding on the glass, “WHAT IF YOUR BASTARD OF A PUP WAS BORN AN OMEGA!”

“I WOULD LOVE MY SON REGARDLESS OF DESGINATION!” Steve growled as he closed in on the area she’d been standing in front of, “to kill a pup…over his designation. He had no control in that, Sharon. And you know it!”

“Brock is dead because of it,” she spat, “that ratty little vermin put a faulty pup in me!”

“Being an omega is not a defect!”

“OMEGAS ARE WEAK, STEVE!”

“Omegas fulfill us alphas in ways that another designation cannot!” Steve said firmly, thinking of Cinna and how she was in their shared quarters, caring for the two infants, “right now, she’s got my son, and yours safely tucked away. She’s taking care of them both as though she birthed them both. Despite how you’ve treated her, she’s got no ill-will for your child. Omegas are what drives our packs even more than us, Sharon!”

“She-she’s taking care of it?” The look in her eyes was one so angry that Steve regretted admitting to her that he and Cinna had taken her pup under their wings.

“Mark my words, Steve Rogers…that stupid omega of yours will bring your pack to its knees,” she spat, “and you not killing my bastard will ensure that…you love your little precious omegas so much…you can protect them while I burn it all to the ground.”

“Is that a threat, Sharon?” he growled, angry over the intentional, subtle promise.

She smiled and shook her head, “not at all…alpha…it’s a promise!”

“You’re sick…Sharon…and you need help.”

Things had been uneventful since the birth of both Stevie and the delicate pup, which Cinna had named Peter, after one of her friends in the Stark pack for his sweet nature, that was a far cry from either one of his parents.

While Cinna and Steve hadn’t set an exact time for the mating ceremony, they had both agreed that they weren’t going to do it until Cinna was fully healed from her surgery, and had been cleared medically for the consummation of their union.

Something that Steve was beginning to get antsy about.

In the short month that they had both been parents, Steve found himself on edge, watching over his omega so intently that on more than one occasion Sarah, Maria, Wanda, and even Sam had to pull them away from one another.

Steve had admired the way that his omega mothered the pups. She was always attentive to both of them, and didn’t care that Sharon had been the actual mother of one of them. She fed them from her own breast, and bathed them with her own hands. There were almost no moments when she didn’t have one of the pups with her, and in the short times where she didn’t, they were always close by.

It drove an instinctual need in Steve to recreate everything that had happened over the nearly year long time frame that he’d known her.

He wanted more pups.

He wanted to add to the pack with his own legacy.

He wanted to keep her filled, satiating her with his knot again and again until they were both quivering messes.

And then he wanted to watch her mother them. He wanted to see her raise the sweet pups, teaching them right from wrong as she fell into the natural role of being a mother and luna to the pack.

There was no deeper sense of love than what Steve felt for Cinna.

And she felt every bit the same about him.

She respected that he had the pack to run, but lived for the little moments when it was just them. When he was watching her feeding the pups. When he was cradling Stevie in his arms, and telling him that he was going to show him everything he needed to know about running a pack one day. When he promised that he would give his son the moon and the stars, and he told the little pup who had no knowledge of the world, just how much he was in love with his omega.

It made her heart swell.

That was the kind of love she’d always hoped for.

The kind of love that after joining the surrogate luna program, she had never expected to find.

But that love, all the same, is what she came to experience.

So when Steve had told her that he had a meeting in their quarters, she offered to take Peter for a stroll in the gardens. She had wanted to take Stevie too, but Steve insisted on keeping his young pup with him.

“I just wanted to have some father son time,” Steve smiled as he held his pup in his arms. The lively carbon copy of his father gurgled happily, reaching out to touch his father’s face, “going to have a meeting with Sam, and talk about pack business…”

“He won’t understand what you’re saying, alpha,” she purred as she leaned in to press a kiss to her pup’s chubby cheek, “he’s only a month and a half old.”

“This will be his pack one day, Luna,” Steve smiled softly as he nuzzled her cheek. Cinna chittered excitedly and a low, sensual growl raised up from Steve’s chest. Steve growled a little bit more when he caught the sweet notes of her scent, and how he could smell the faintest traces of her slick, “omega…”

“The doctor hasn’t cleared me yet, Steve,” she warned gently, playfully pushing herself away from her alpha. She reached into the bassinet and picked Peter up, “and anyways, you alphas have your pack business…Peter and I will go take a walk outside and enjoy the perfect weather.”

“Let me call for one of the girls-“

“We’ll be fine, Steve,” she said with a giggle as she dismissed him, “let us omegas take care of ourselves for once…yeah?” He growled once more and it caused her to giggle as she looked over her shoulder. Steve frowned, “be careful, Luna…”

“Steve…you worry far too much.”

The shriek that tore Cinna from her thoughts sent a spark of anxiety through her chest. She barely had time to get out of the way as a blur raced past her and landed hard on the ground.

“YOU BITCH!”

Cinna ran, instantly starting towards the sparring grounds which were close by. She knew that Wanda, Maria, and Sarah were all there, as she’d just gotten done visiting with them.

Sharon was quick to get up, hot on her trail. She shrieked once more, making Cinna’s hindbrain go into overdrive.

She had known that Sharon hated the fact that Peter was allowed to live. But even more so she knew that Sharon had hated the fact that she and Steve were raising the pup as though he was their own as well.

And while a lot of Sharon’s pack were grateful that the pup wasn’t slaughtered, Sharon still had those that were loyal to her, and would often shoot glares in her direction if she was out with the pup, even if Steve was with them.

“I’LL KILL YOU BOTH!”

“WANDA!” Cinna screamed, already able to see the sparring grounds, “MARIA! SARAH!”

The three women turned, seeing Cinna running, cradling Peter in her arms, with a nearly feral Sharon looking like she was going to shred both omegas, regardless of their status. Maria was quick to rush them first, changing between forms to reach the two she-wolves that were still in human form before Sharon could reach Cinna and the pup.

Sarah rushed in as well, dropping her weapons and transforming, while Wanda began working her magic to conjure a barrier for Cinna and the pup to get behind.

“STOP!” she commanded, knowing the alpha command would work on the omega.

Cinna tried to fight every instinct, but was forced to her knees, howling in pain. She nearly dropped Peter as her body forced her to go along with the alpha command, allowing Sharon to close in.

But Maria and Sarah were already there. Maria took her head on, while Sarah created a secondary barrier between herself and Sharon and Maria. Wanda appeared and shielded them with her own little bubble of magic, before dropping to her own knees and checking on Cinna.

“Sarah linked Sam…Steve and him should be here-“

Steve’s golden wolf jumped into action, quickly pinning Sharon before she could shift. He growled at her, nearly frothing at the mouth because of his own anger.

“THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND HER!” Sharon spat, “THAT IS MY PUP AND HE DESERVES TO DIE FOR HIS DESIGNATION. IT’S WRITTEN IN MY PACK’S CHARTERS, STEVE. LET ME GO!”

The golden wolf growled once more, disagreeing with her, before he shifted back into his human form. He turned his attention to the woman that he loved.

“Wanda…are she and Peter alright?”

“I think so alpha!” she said quickly, “I-I can’t stop the alpha command though until I know she’s alright. Do you have Sharon contained?”

“Luna…free yourself from Sharon’s command!” Steve ordered, not wanting to wait. Cinna looked up at her mate and he gave her a sad look, “what happened?”

“She-she tried to kill Peter…she-“

“IT’S MY RIGHT!” she screamed, glaring at the omega, “I WANT THEM BOTH DEAD!”

“You’re done, Sharon,” Steve said firmly with a shake of his head, “I’m putting you in the dungeon until I can figure out what to do with you…”

“You can’t do that to me. We run the pack together, Steve.”

“Then leave,” he said firmly, “if you do not want to be jailed until we can figure this out, you will be exiled…you can take anyone that wants to go with you…but anyone that wants to stay and remain under my pack will be granted asylum.”

“You can’t do this to me, Steve…”

“I am doing it, Sharon,” he growled with finality, “you’re putting my pack in danger, and it’s time that I take action, before you destroy it.”

“Are you sure that this is what you want, Luna?”

Cinna shook her head as the tears started to roll down her cheeks, “I-I know that he isn’t ours…but he feels like he’s my pup too, Steve…I just feel like a failure…I feel like I’m giving up on him.”

“Hey…you’re not giving up on him,” Pepper said firmly as she reached out to her younger sister. Cinna looked to her older sister, and Pepper gave her a sad smile, “you’re doing what a good mother would do and you’re looking out for your pup…”

“We’ll take good care of him,” Tony promised gently as he came to his wife and mate’s side, “we’ll make sure that Peter is loved.”

“I know,” she admitted as she wiped away a few more of the tears with her free hand. She looked down to where the pup was sleeping against her chest, “I-I just didn’t think it would be this hard letting him go.”

“You can see him any time that you want,” Pepper said quickly, “and he won’t be alone…you know that. He’ll have Morgan to help show him around the pack. She’ll be like a big sister to him.”

“Morgan is a great pup…”

“This is for the best, Luna,” Steve said gently as he wrapped an arm around Cinna’s waist, “Alpha Stark is being very gracious in allowing us to place the pup within his pack.”

“He’ll be alright, Steve.”

“I trust you, Tony.”

The two alphas shared a moment of silence as Cinna looked to her older sister, “he-he likes it when you sing him to sleep…he-he likes that one song that mom used to sing to us when we were little.”

Pepper gave her own teary smile at the mention of their mother, “you kept up with traditions with him?”

Cinna nodded tearily as she sniffled, “Yeah…Peter likes hearing the one about where the wolf fell in love with the moon…”

“That was always my favorite too…”

“Yeah…”

“We’ll take good care of him, Cinna…”

“Yeah,” she repeated, sniffling once more, “I-I know…”

“You’re a good mother, Cinna,” Pepper smiled at her sister, “and you’re a good luna to your pack…with a good alpha to raise a family with.”

“Thank you, sister.”

“Treat her well, Rogers…”

“Always!” Steve promised.

Chapter 9

Tag List: @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @mrsevans90

#surrogate luna #a/b/o fic #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #alpha steve rogers #tony stark #pepper potts #sharon carter #sam wilson #wanda maximov #wanda mcu #maria hill #sarah wilson

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melles1276 · 4 months

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Asking for a friend ...

What kind of flowers does Sarah Wilson like? 💐

What does she like in general? 🎁 I think she's a "down-to-earth" person, but that doesn't mean she's not liking some more "girly-stuff" (if you know what I mean), from time to time?

I'm an absolute lost cause in this regards ...

I need help! 😳

#bucky barnes #tfatws #james bucky buchanan barnes #sarah/bucky #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #sarah wilson #fanfic community #fan fiction #fanfiction #follower power #writing community

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fleurdelouve · 1 year

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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Per the ingenious request from an anon, here are Black writers on Tumblr who write for the ship Fleur de Louve (aka SarahBucky) which involves a Black women!

The below information includes their blogs, whether they’re female or male writers, links to their ao3, and how many Fleur de Louve fics they current have posted.

This list is still in progress, so feel free to contact us if you’re Black and would like to be added to this list!

@rebellconquerer - female - AO3: rebellconquerer

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 7 fics

- Has also written for: Katara/Zuko, ATLA, Sam Wilson, Ayo, Queen Ramonda, Shuri, Sam Wilson

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@palettesofrenaissance - female - AO3: palettesofrenaissance

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 11 fics

- Has also written for: Black Panther, Monica Rambeau, Maria Rambeau, Dr. Jason Wilkes, Michelle Jones, Spideychelle, Brunnhilde (Valkyrie from Thor), X-Men, Ava Starr (Ghost from Ant-Man), Gamora, Tyrone Johnson (from Cloak & Dagger), Liz Allan/Cindy Moon, Sam Wilson

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@btwxsixesandsevens - female - AO3: Sixes_and_Sevens

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 26 fics

- Has also written for: Ayo/Aneka, Black Panther, Janna/Rose Tico, Finn (from Star Wars), Jo/Drash, Dragon Age, Misty Knight, Sam Wilson, Star Wars

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@tllgrrl - female - AO3: NefertiriJones

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 48 fics

- Has also written for: Shuri, Okoye, Ayo, Sam Wilson, Misty Knight

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@duckybarnes1917 - female - AO3: DuckyBarnes1917

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: alleged wips

- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female character

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@blackstarising - female - AO3: blackstarising

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics

- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson

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@hauntedelation - female - AO3: hauntedelation

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics

- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female characters, Black self insert

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@w00wzerz - female - AO3: WOWJAY

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 2 fics

- Has also written for: Starfire/Dick Greyson (Dickkory) (from Titans), All Rise, Lola Carmichael, Lola Carmichael/Mark Callan, Lola Carmichael/Robin Taylor

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@wakandacoconutoil - female - AO3: wakandacoconutoil

Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics

- Has also written for: Mel Medarda, Mel/Jayce, Shuri, Black Panther, Arcane: League of Legends

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becasworldsstuff · 2 months

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BCAS MASTER LIST

Bucky Barnes

Just feel tired : mafia!bucky x reader

Look, like a princess : mafia!daddy!bucky x reader

Stucky ( poly)

Something: mafia!stucky x kidnapped!reader

Colin Bridgerton (lover/bff/sister...)

dearest reader: Colin x reader

Simon Basset (lover/bff/sister..)

You are the love of my life: Simon x fem!reader

Meant to be: Simon x fem!reader

Pogues

The pogues princess: pogues x pogue!reader

Rebekah mikaelson

She's my person: Rebekah x reader

Maddy Perez

Love you doll: Maddy x platonic!reader

#kiara x reader #platonic!reader #pogues x reader #pope x reader #sarah x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes fanfic #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x y/n #bridgerton fanfiction

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endlesstwanted · 6 months

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The Candy Hunt

My entry for @fleurdelouvemonth day 1 — Halloween candy & @comfortember day 19 — Loved Ones.

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson

Tags: Candy, Family Fluff, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Domestic Fluff

Summary: Sarah and Bucky come back from a Halloween party in Delacroix to find AJ and Cass still awake from trick-or-treating with friends.

Wordcount: 1,3k

Also created for: @buckybarnesbingo — Nose kiss / @hurtcomfort-bingo — Doing Small Things for the Other / @lyricalescape — “20 candles, blow ’em out and open your eyes.” / @buckybarnesevents’ Build-a-Bucky-Bingo — Happily Ever After

Excerpt:

Sarah and Bucky were laughing when they parked in the garden, remembering one of the games they had played in the Halloween party and how badly it had gotten for Sam at some point.

It’s her who, before entering the house, noticed a flashlight moving in the kids’ bedroom. “They’re still up,” Sarah pointed out.

“Let me go talk to them while you get comfortable.” Bucky pulled her to a side hug, placing a kiss on her head before getting inside.

AJ and Cass had gone trick-or-treating with some friends from school, a couple kids their age whose parents had driven them to the house while the couple enjoyed some quality time together in a costume party in town.

Sarah and them had gotten to the agreement that once they arrived home, they should put on their pyjamas and avoid screen time, so they could relax and prepare for bedtime. Of course, she didn’t expect them to be sleeping already, but having the bedroom lights off and using just a flashlight revealed some shenanigans were being done.

Continue reading on Ao3!

#fleuredelouvemonth #comfortember #buckybarnesbingo2023 #hurtcomfortbingo #BaBB2023 #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #aj wilson #cass wilson #marvel fanfic

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tllgrrl · 1 year

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a SarahSteve AU/What If…? SnapShot

Where: Sarah Wilson’s home, Delacroix, LA.

When: Starting about 6 months following The Snap.

Who: Sarah Wilson & Steve Rogers

What if, on his third attempt to check up on Sarah after The Snap, instead of closing the door in his face or just ignoring him, she accepts his offer to help secure the old house for an approaching hurricane?

Words: a quick 2100.

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Music was coming from a little Bluetooth speaker sitting on the back porch railing, and a favourite tune from her Jazz Playlist had just begun when…

“Hello there.”

Her back was to him, but he could still read the eye roll, and hear the exasperated sigh.

She’d heard a motorcycle approaching.

Within the past almost 9 months, she’d ignored the 3 phone calls and 2 letters from him that preceded this visit.

“Captain Rogers,” she fished the cellphone out of her back pocket and muted the music, “shouldn’t you be off somewhere savin’ the world?”

Read the rest on AO3

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(SnapShots: 1-2 Part short stories that take place during the 5 years between Thanos’ fingers snapping half the Universe out of existence, and Bruce Banner/Smart Hulk snapping them back.)

#sarah wilson #steve rogers #sarah & steve #sarah wilson & steve rogers #post snap au #post infinity war/pre time heist #sarah wilson 5 years before mtg bucky barnes #sarah wilson fanfic #au #headcanon #SnapShot #by tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones #avengers infinity war #avengers endgame #the falcon and the winter soldier #moodboard by tllgrrl

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fleurdelouvemonth · 6 months

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2023 Fleur de Louve (SarahBucky) Ship Month Prompts

This is collaboration with the original announcement post.

Below you'll find a transcript of all the prompts for this year's ship month event! (For those who couldn't see it on the original image.) It's a mix of dialogue, subject, AU, and seasonal prompts. We tried to be versatile this year, so we hope you like them.

Don't be shy! Late comers are welcome, and late submissions are welcome as well. None of these have to be completed in order the day of/day before.

All that we ask is, if you like this ship and want to see more, then join us in the fun! No submission will be turned away.

Week 1: Food Prompts (Nov. 1 to 5)

Halloween Candy

Sweet Potato Pie

Pumpkin

Chai tea

Soup

Week 2: Dialogue Prompts (Nov. 6 to 12)

"There's no place like home."

"I think it looks nice."

"Tell me a story." "I don't know any stories."

"You've got leaves in your hair."

"I love you, but you have the worse poker face I've ever seen."

"Do that again."

"Would you like to dance?"

Week 3: AU Prompts (Nov. 13 to 19)

Celebrity/Bodyguard AU

Coffee Shop/Bakery AU

College Professors AU

Space AU

Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU

Med School/Doctors AU

Mermaid/Pirates AU

Week 4: Seasonal Prompts (Nov. 20 to 26)

Falling leaves

Chilly mornings

Apple picking

Football game

Gratitude

Sweaters

Family dinner

Week 5: Tropes Prompts (Nov. 27 to 30)

They were roommates

Friends-to-lovers

Bed sharing

Found family

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sarifinasnightmare · 2 months

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, Steve Rogers/Sarah Wilson Characters: Sarah Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Romance, Sexual Tension, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Flirting, Eye Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Meet-Cute, Lunch, Fluff and Smut Summary:

First AU- Teachers, Bucky and Sarah meet at a team building session and they can't take their eyes off each other.

Second AU- Coach Steve meets Coach Sarah at their first high school softball game. Sparks fly and a bet is made.

IT IS COMPLETE!!!! I hope you’ll enjoy, especially @palettesofrenaissance

Now back to my next epic that I’m procrastinating on! 📝📝📝📝📝

#sarah x bucky #sarah x steve #sarah wilson #bucky x sarah #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #buckysarah #bucky barnes #steve rogers #romance #smut #ao3 fanfic #a03 writer #a03 link #plot what plot #teacher au #coach au

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rebelmeg · 6 months

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Heart Eyes Over Coffee

by rebelmeg

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Shuri (Marvel), Harley Keener, Peter Parker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Protective Bucky Barnes, Dad Mode Bucky Barnes, MCU teens ganging up on their work dad, Awesome Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Bucky blushes a lot, Flirting, First Meetings, Mentioned Sam Wilson, the teens are all entities of sass, mentioned Harley/Shuri, Nicknames, Bucky will personally throw all mean or disrespectful customers out the window Summary:

Papa Bear Bucky (wow, does he hate that nickname) falls in love at first sight, while his work kids ogle and make helpful commentary. "Helpful" being extremely subjective...

Notes: *Knocking out squares and prompts like a prize fighter* Warm & Fluffy bingo square N1 – Coffeeshop AU, @marvelrarepairbingo square O2 – unexpected love, @buckybarnesbingo square C1 – nicknames, @comfortember Day 16 – Coffee/Tea Break, and @fleurdelouve SarahBucky Month, Day 14 – Coffee Shop/Bakery AU!

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msilverstar · 6 months

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Author: @idontgettechnology Date: 06 Jun 2021 Chapters: 12/12 (48,705 words) Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel), AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson Additional Tags: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Trailers, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Slow Burn, Family Dynamics, Family Feels, Sam Wilson Feels, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes Has Nightmares, Domestic Bliss, Family Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Racism, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Goes to Therapy, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

“What if you had someone else to help you run the boat?” he asks finally.

Sam laughs and looks at him sideways. “What? Like you?”

Bucky shrugs like it just occurred to him. Maybe it did. But it feels good. It feels like the kind of decision that’s just his. Not shiny around the edges, letting him know it was grown in someone else’s mind before being dropped into his. “Why not?”

“Why not?” Sam repeats. “Because you don’t know shit about fishing.”

“Well, from the sounds of it, neither do you.”

Bookmarker's Notes:

A lovely recovery and romance, with very understandable responses to EG!Steve's leaving.

#Bucky/Sarah Wilson #Sarah Wilson/Bucky #sarahbucky #Bucky & Sam Wilson #MCU fanfic rec #fanfic rec

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abbatoirablaze · 5 months

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 11

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: slight angst.

“Luna…”

“Please stop calling me that, Sarah,” Cinna sighed as she looked to one of her closest friends. Sarah gave her a soft smile and sat down at the edge of the water. She noticed Cinna looking around, as though trying to keep an eye on her adventurous pup. She laughed, “Stevie is fine. He’s with Wanda just around the corner.”

“You know how I feel about him wandering,” she sighed nervously as her eyes strained to see the pup, “he’s like his father.”

“Adventurous…yeah…Sam reminds me of that all the time!” she laughed, “you know, when Steve was a pup he lived to be in these woods while his mother spent time at the water as well…”

She frowned, thinking of the man that she loved.

Sarah mirrored her actions, “I-I’m sorry. I know that it-“

“It’s fine,” she sighed, shaking her friend’s comments off, “Steve is the alpha of this pack. I bore his pup. I-It’s only normal that they share certain qualities.”

“You know…that isn’t a bad thing…”

She nodded, sitting up from the water’s edge, “I know…I just-it still hurts.”

Sarah nodded once again as Cinna stood, gathering herself together so that she could head back to the packhouse.

With a heavy heart she followed after her, “you know…we could always go to another pack…”

“Sarah…” she sighed, sparing her friend a look. She shook her head, “y-you know that I can’t take Stevie away from his pack…from his father.”

“He never sees him.”

Sadness took over her scent and Sarah instantly regretted her words.

“I’m sorry, Cinna.”

“It’s not your fault, Sarah,” Cinna replied sadly, “do not apologize for your alpha’s actions.”

“Noted…”

“Stevie!” Cinna called into the open wilderness, “Maria? Wanda?”

She heard her pup giggling before anything else.

A smile rose to her face as her chubby-cheeked pup came toddling towards her, a smile as bright as the sun on his face.

“MAMA!”

“My little wolf!” she exclaimed, holding her arms out to her son.

Stevie giggled, running into his mother’s arms while Wanda and Maria playfully chased him through the clearing.

“Thank you for staying by my side!” she said appreciatively to the trio of women who had once been assigned to her, “you kno-“

“You’re our friend!” Wanda smiled, patting her friend on the shoulder.

“Our Luna!” Maria added in.

“I still appreciate it!”

“So long as our alpha stands at the head of the pack…we will not leave you!” Maria smiled reassuringly, “but know that the second he does not, we will try to slip you away from here.”

Cinna gave Sarah a sideways glance, but she ignored it, nodding along with a faux smile.

Sure, she hadn’t seen Steve, or been close with him since Sharon had marked him, but had she been aware of something that the other girls weren’t?

She was lost in her thoughts as Sarah, Maria, and Wanda began talking about everything that was going on in the pack. So lost, that she had hardly noticed when they ended up in the pack medical wing.

If it wasn’t for their doctor, Bruce Banner, she would have been stuck in her thoughts.

“Luna?”

Her attention snapped to the quiet doctor. Stevie was giggling and interacting with him, reaching out for him.

“May I?”

She gave a polite smile and nodded, allowing Bruce to take over the duty of carrying Stevie around. He smiled as the little blonde pup gurgled excitedly and began chattering with words that only he knew the true meanings of.

“Cinna?”

Her attention snapped up again and she looked around.

Wanda, Maria, and Sarah were nowhere to be found. He chuckled at her bewildered look, “they’re at training, Luna…”

“Oh…I-I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?” he asked curiously, “you seem a little out of it!”

She nodded, and he pretended not to notice the lie.

“Mama!”

She gave a small smile to her son, reaching out to play with his hair.

“You look tired!” Bruce pointed out.

“I am…”

“Have you been sleeping?”

She nodded, a frown replacing her small smile as she looked to the doctor, “I-yeah…more than normal unfortunately. Part of me feels like I can barely keep up with Stevie…”

“You’ve gone a long time without your mate, Cinna…”

This time she frowned at his insistence, “I-I’m not going back to Steve, Bruce.”

“I wasn’t saying that you should,” he shrugged, “Just making an observation is all…”

“Bruce?” she asked after a moment.

He gave her a curious look, “yes Luna?”

“If-If I were to ask about a mark removal…” she said slowly, watching him for any signs of what he thought about it. She sighed when he gave no notions on how he felt, “it-never mind.”

“Ask your questions, Cinna,” he said sadly, “you’re thinking of them for a reason.”

“If I were to ask about a mark removal…even knowing that Steve is the alpha of the pack and I am your Luna…his omega…”

“What of it, my luna?”

“Would you remove the mark if I asked you?”

He shrugged, switching Stevie’s weight to his other hip as the little boy snuggled into his side, completely oblivious to the conversation.

“Are you asking this because you’ve potentially found another mate?” Bruce asked curiously.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, “Wh-what? No. Steve is my-“

She stopped speaking when she realized what she was about to say. Bruce gave her another sad look before motioning for her to follow him to his office. When they reached the sanctuary of it, he closed and locked the door, “allow me to speak freely to you, Luna?”

She nodded, “Yeah…of-of course!”

“You’ve become tired…exhausted even, yes?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

“You’re showing signs of getting weaker because of your lack of contact from your mate,” Bruce said sadly, “you allowed him to mark you and then the two of you went your separate ways. Mates find comfort in one another. They find strength in one another. Especially after they’ve marked each other.”

“So…not being with Steve…”

“Is slowly killing you.” Bruce finished sadly, “you have to make a choice soon, Luna…wolves are pack animals for a reason. It’s not entirely by choice. Once you mark or are marked by someone you thrive with them. It’s why so many mates perish when the other passes. Do you want your loneliness to kill you?”

Cinna looked between the doctor and her son.

She’d been thinking about getting the mark removed for nearly half a year, but hadn’t really told anyone about it. But hearing the words from Bruce’s mouth made her realize that she couldn’t hold off on her thoughts, or decision, much longer.

“W-what do I need to do?” she asked seriously, looking at Bruce once more.

“Go get some rest…” he said seriously, “you’ll need your energy.”

She nodded and went to take her son from the doctor’s grasp, but he shook his head.

“Bruce-“

“I’ll watch over Stevie…you’ll need your energy…I’m not joking. Come back later tonight and get him. I’ll order the supplies.”

“Bruce-“

Bruce looked up from the floor of his office to where his alpha stood at the door. He froze in his spot as the little blonde pup looked up at him.

Steve held his breath.

He instantly recognized his son, despite having not seen him in nearly ten months.

“Wh-where is Cinna?”

“Sleeping…she needed rest. I agreed to watch Stevie,” Bruce answered, his brow quirking as he looked at Steve, “is everything okay?”

“I-we need your help,” Steve answered brokenly, as though he was having a hard time tearing his eyes from his son. The little boy watched him, studying his every move. He pointed back towards the medical wing, “can you?”

“Yeah…” he nodded quickly. He looked at Stevie firmly, “you stay here and color, okay?”

“Kay!” the blonde exclaimed in a chirp.

Bruce smiled and patted his hair before getting up, “alright alpha…what did you need?”

Steve’s brow furrowed as he looked between his son and the doctor, “Wi-will he be okay like that?”

“Oh yeah,” Bruce nodded, waving his alpha off, “Stevie’s a good boy. Knows when to keep himself busy…”

Steve spared his son another glance. The little boy was entertaining himself with the crayons and coloring book. And his heart broke a little when the boy didn’t acknowledge him as anything more than someone bugging him for a moment in time.

Chapter 12

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