#Sam/Bucky

[haflacky]

Wakanda at sunset 🌅

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[msilverstar]

Author: @glittercake Date: 20 Jul 2024 Chapters: 1/1 (16871 words)  Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Season 1, Hurt/Comfort, Serious Injuries, Panic Attacks, hospital stay, Friends to Lovers, injured sam wilson, caretaker bucky barnes, PTSD, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Healing, Getting Together, GETTING NASTY, Happy Ending Summary:

A recurring nightmare materializes before Bucky’s eyes.

In most of his dreams, Bucky is a young man falling from a train and crashing into crisp snow, a heavy thud, then haunting silence. In the rest of those dreams, Sam plummets to earth, wingless, then breaks. He tells himself often that they’re only dreams, that Sam is capable and skilled far beyond any combat-abled civilian he’s ever known. He reminds himself each time Sam’s in a fight that the suit is more than sufficient protection, that every fiber of vibranium absorbs impact and directs it away from Sam. Away. That had been his first and foremost request to Ayo. Always away.

But Sam’s not wearing vibranium today.

Bookmarker's Notes:

The enforced intimacy is a clever device, poor Sam having both arms broken so he can't do anything for himself. Bucky being a good caretaker, and the both of them relaxing and letting the slow burn progress.

[mimisempai]

[chaosdraws]

My @mcukinkbang collab with @endlesstwanted here!!!!

If you love some Sam/Bucky and you love tenderness with a healthy sprinkle of kink, you absolutely need to go read the incredibleness that Chase has created right now!

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[winterironrox]

Stupid lil question:

On Ao3 and here I only see Bucky and Sam’s ship name as WinterFalcon, Sam/Bucky, or Sam x Bucky. It’s possible that I’m just not paying attention. I’m sentient yes but I never said I take in all the information around me.

Because Sam’s name begins with an s, his causal first name ship name with Bucky would be Stucky. But it can’t be because that’s Steve and Bucky’s. And now that Sam has taken on his Captain America role in the MCU his hero ship name with Bucky would be WinterShield, but it can’t be that since that’s Steve and Bucky’s.

So my question is what is Sam and Bucky’s updated ship name? Or are we sticking with WinterFalcon?

I don’t think we should since Sam is now Captain America. I suggest their casual to be “Bam” -cause obvious reasons and it’s cute- and their hero one to be “CaptainWinter” or we go with Bucky’s new title of White Wolf and it could be “WolfShield.” OR my fav idea is “WinterWings.”

Pls tell me if I just haven’t been paying attention and they do have a ship name besides WinterFalcon.

Edit: thank you to @me1och for commenting and correcting me. it would be “sucky” not stucky. there’s no t! my brain isn’t always on all the way lol

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Happy Pride!

Here's a compilation of all queer fics I've written over the years!

And All the Things You Thought That I Should Be

Erik receives a phone call letting him know that his mother is dead. To plan her funeral, he returns back to his hometown. T, 1180 words, E/C.

Fine As We Are but We Want More

When Christine comes to New York, Meg wishes to tell her that she loves her, but is afraid to do so and believes it's too late when she sees Christine kiss Erik. G, 1053 words, E/M/C.

I Don't Care if You're Lying

At night, Erik and Nadir spend time together in Nadir's bedroom in Persia. E, 503 words, Pharoga.

Can't Let Go

After Erik lets Raoul and Christine go, Raoul can't get him out of his mind. G, 100 words, Rerik.

New Ballet Shoes

Meg's feet are sore after getting new en point shoes. Christine tries to help. G, 100 words, Megstine.

Setting Fire to Our Insides for Fun

Several weeks after Erik lets Christine go, Nadir gets worried and goes to check on Erik. T, 592 words, Pharoga.

The Truth You Can't Hide

A heat wave is rolling through Paris. Meg and Christine go buy ice cream to keep cool. G, 615 words, Megstine.

Old Friends

After ten years, Nadir reunites with Erik in the midst of the chaos of the semaine sanglante. G, 808 words, Pharoga.

Quiet Hours

Christine and Meg snuggle in bed. G, 145 words, Megstine.

A New Life

The final lair takes an unexpected turn. G, 453 words, E/C/R.

Fear Can Turn to Love

After the final lair, Raoul returns to settle things. E, 746 words, Rerik.

Loneliness

Nadir cares for Erik after he is injured in Persia. G, 211 words, Pharoga.

Healing

Christine and Erik have a short conversation at night. G, 379 words, E/C.

When Will the Blood Begin to Race

Carlotta has had enough of Christine Daae trying to take her place as prima donna. She follows her up to the rooftop. T, 806 words, Carlotta/Christine.

Best Laid Plans

Erik and Nadir's escape from Persia goes horribly wrong. T, 741 words, Pharoga.

Offer Up Your Daughters

When Christine arrived at Silas University, she was prepared to be focused on getting her degree in vocal performance. However, she is soon thrown into a world of mystery while dealing with possibly the world's worst roommate. T, 45k words, E/C.

Merry Crimes

While waiting on a flight back home for Christmas, Christine joins Sorelli, Meg, and Erika in town. But then, an unfortunate incident with the mayor leads them to take shelter in a mysterious bakery. Takes place between the final chapter and the epilogue of Offer Up Your Daughters. T, 1951 words, E/C.

No Spell for You to Right This

After saving Silas University from the dean and her cult of vampires, Christine and Erika want nothing more than to take time to explore their new relationship with each other. But then, when murders begin to happen and new threats appear, they have to deal with enemies both within and without. M, 35k words, E/C.

And for fandoms outside POTO:

The Third Option

Obi-Wan's confrontation of Vader in the season finale goes a bit differently. G, 384 words, Obikin.

Night Terror

Bucky wakes up after having a nightmare about his time as the Winter Soldier. G, 253 words, Sam/Bucky.

[problematicturtle]

I demand a holiday special where Sam and Bucky go to space to retrieve Bucky’s arm. Then space shenannigans and falling in love happens. GIVE IT TO ME MARVEL.

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Look at that! My first post in forever! The lovely @firstelevens has very kindly allowed me to play with her fic Midnight Driving with the Windows down in the form of podficcing it.

That process is nearly finished and would be closer to being finished if I hadn't stopped to make a trailer. But I did. Might take a while to load.

(Why am I like this...?)

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: Diving Blind by yukla

Title: Diving Blind Author: yukla Canon: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 10,717 Summary: Sam’s about to exit out of the page and nag at Sarah for becoming a gossip-rag-follower when a voice starts piping

Continue reading...

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Chicory

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Notes: This is a fluff/angst Christmas fic for the Sam Wilson Holiday Playlist. I wanted to insert some NOLA culture into the holidays, so I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Friendship, Christmas, Mardis Gras, Chicory, New Orleans, Angst, Depression, Letting Go, Dancing, Singing, Louis Armstrong, Trauma, Music Therapy, Mentions of Steve Rogers and T’Challa, Sarah Wilson

Word Count: 1.6K

Tags: @skittle479 @bullet-prooflove​, @letsby​

The olive green oak trees reflect the glowing moonlight as their mossy leaves gently sway to and fro in the warmth of the Southern wind. They almost seem to float in the heavy air, damp like strands of seaweed pushed by a subtle current in the ocean. It’s nothing like the few hazy memories of Christmas he tries to recall from before the accident, where snow fell down in curtains over Brooklyn, blanketing everything as far as the eye could see in a fluffy layer of white.

“It doesn’t really seem like Christmas without snow,” he says to himself.

“I figured you’d had about enough of that stuff by now.” Sam walks out of the kitchen with a mug in each hand, joining his friend to stare at the lack of holiday lights he forgot to put up around the house this year. He shrugs to himself, handing Bucky the mug that says World’s #1 Mom, and tells himself that he will do it in a few days before he heads back up to Washington.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Bucky takes the handle without a thank you, something Sam has gotten used to over the past few years as their interactions had become more frequent.

Bucky would show gratitude with a twinkle in his eye or a nod of his head, the words seeming too heavy to come out into the open as they built up and expanded in his chest. It was something Sam saw in a lot of the veterans in his group, especially those who didn’t have any family to lean their backs on when things got tough. He knew that he was one of the lucky ones to have Sarah and the boys to come home to every now and again to remind him of what was important, of what he was fighting for. She was always quick to chastise him if he got out of line, grounding him back to earth if she felt he was even beginning to fly too close to the sun.

He wanted to be there for Bucky like Sarah had been for him, to be there instead of the family he had lost, or maybe never even had to begin with. He felt that it was his duty going forward, a way to pay homage to Steve after he left them both stranded that day in their insurmountable grief. Part of him knew that he was doing it for selfish reasons, keeping Bucky around because he was the only person left alive who knew Steve as well as he did, or maybe even a little bit better. He also knew that Bucky stuck around for the exact same reason, both of them holding onto each other for dear life as the memories of their mutual friend slowly began to fade away.

“This hot chocolate tastes funny,” Bucky grumbles as he takes his first sip, the bitter hazelnut flavor taking him by surprise as it crinkles his nose.

“That’s because it’s not hot chocolate, it’s chicory,” Sam laughs, taking a long slow draw of his mug with a smile.

“What the hell is chicory?” He blows on the piping hot liquid, letting it warm his right hand as his metal arm grips the handle.

“It's a plant, a root used as a coffee substitute,” he starts, pausing as he considers refraining from giving him the long-winded history of Louisiana his dad always did when he was little. “They added it to ration out their coffee supplies during the war when all the ports were blocked off.” He takes a sip and glances over at Bucky who actually seems to be paying attention to him for once. “A lot of people kept adding more of it into their coffee grounds until they could barely tell the difference anymore. Then after the war was over, the ports eventually opened back up. Coffee beans came back in, but for some people the chicory plant just kind of… stuck.”

“Huh,” his eyes dart over to his friend as he ventures another sip, this time with more realistic expectations. The flavor is deep and woody with just a hint of spice, more bitter than hot chocolate but still more pleasant than the black coffee he’s been living off of for the past year or so. Or was he merely just surviving? He can see the appeal as it washes over his taste buds, nearly burning a few of them off as he quietly swallows the concoction down with a grin.

“Hey, if you hate it, I’ll take it off your hands, but I got you something.” Sam pats him on the back and turns around, heading over to the Christmas tree with green and purple lights mixed in with the gold that Bucky was used to seeing.

“I uh… I didn’t get you anything.” He takes another sip, hiding his lack of thoughtfulness behind Sarah’s favorite mug.

“You didn’t have to.” Sam bends over and grabs a gift from behind the tree, tossing it over to him without ceremony.

No one had gotten him a Christmas gift in decades, unless he counted the metal arm T’Challa had given him last December when he spent all that time healing in Wakanda. He wasn’t really sure if they celebrated Christmas down there or if it was just a coincidence of the calendar, but he always considered it a gift nonetheless. He realizes now that he never got to celebrate a holiday or birthday with Steve before he left, that most of his happy memories with him were too far in the past now to dig up whenever he wanted. There just wasn’t enough time after he got back.

Bucky sets his mug down on the coffee table and tries to forget about all that, to forget about him and focus on the present like his therapist is always harping on him to do. Sam got him a gift and let him stay in his house for the holidays; he should be focusing on that instead of what he wishes was happening instead. He turns the gift around a few times in his hands, trying to guess the contents of it by its weight and shape before tearing the wrapping paper off the center. It’s a record, and an old one at that: Louis Armstrong’s ‘Louis Wishes You A Cool Yule’.

“I know you said you like 40’s music.” Sam takes the vinyl out of his hands before he gets a chance to really look at it, walking over to the record player. “And Troubleman wasn’t really your thing, so I figured we could meet in the middle with King Louis.”

Bucky is speechless. He stares at Sam in silence as he sets the record on its track, cueing up a song Sam has undoubtedly heard before, but is brand new to him. How had he put so much thought and care into one tiny little thing? How could someone like Sam be so kind and gentle toward someone like him?

“Now, this came out in the fifties, but I got a hunch that you’re gonna like it anyways.” He picks up his mug and lifts it up towards him in a toast before walking across the room to sit down on the couch.

The song begins with trumpets bringing Bucky back to a time before all of this, before he was carted off and drugged up, before he was weaponized against those he cared about the most, Sam included. Soft drums play in the background in a joyful beat as Louis’ iconic voice sings lyrics about Coney Island and Santa Claus, filling the room with a barely identifiable but very tangible warmth. The horn section builds upon itself as it excites the tiny hairs on the back of his arm and neck, lifting a weight off his chest he didn’t even know he was carrying. It’s as if he’s been transported back there again, young and free of all the pain and anguish he’d experienced since he returned to this broken world, seemingly out of nowhere.

He looks over at Sam whose smile nearly cracks the skin open around his eyelids, his relaxed posture signaling to him for the hundredth time that he can trust him, that he is safe, that he is loved. Those three truths were always so difficult for him to accept, every other interaction in his life up until now usually proving otherwise. He supposes it had to take a hundred and one times for him to no longer feel the need to push Sam away with a series of tests to make sure he’s actually cared for now that Steve is gone.

Steve is gone.

Steve is gone and he’s not coming back, that blockade standing firm against the port as it halts his supply til the very end of time. It’s been something he’s told himself every single morning when he wakes up and every single night before he falls asleep… if he falls asleep, that is. But this is the first time that it actually feels real, feels final, and feels okay. He knows that Steve would have wanted him to move on, to enjoy the life he worked so hard to give him after his deprogramming, that not to do so would disrespect his memory. 

Bucky hears Sarah begin to sing along as she walks down the stairwell, the Christmas lights from the tree glowing in her eyes as she smiles at him from across the room. Before he knows it he’s dancing with her as she sings Louis’ lyrics to him, her arms hanging loosely around his shoulders as he holds onto her waist without fear that he may harm her. He lets himself sway with her to the rhythm, stepping around her feet to avoid bumping into any furniture as she gently rests her head on his chest, Sam looking on with a smile.

It isn’t until his vision clears up that he realizes tears are falling down his face.

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Bucky in color palette H (wearing Sam’s Captain America outfit maybe)

this gave me role swap au vibes :D

(colour palette challenge)

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[haflacky]

They found a quiet place on Sam’s boat

Full version on my раtreon

[msilverstar]

Author: @glittercake Date: June 7, 2024 Chapters: 1/1 (13922 words)  Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: set during Episode 5: Truth, Canon Divergence, Missing Scene, long separate vacations except it's not, Fluff and Smut, Drunken Shenanigans, Refractory Period who?, Getting Together, Shameless Smut Summary:

“Didn’t we say separate vacations?”

Bucky pivots to his left, smack-bang into Sam Wilson.

“Fuck,” he says because there’s just no way. There’s no way this is real. The chances are zero of this happening, right? He shakes off the cold shock and tries again. “What the fuck?” But that’s no better.

“Funny,” Sam says, “that’s what I said. You know, you don’t look like yourself in floral shirts. Took me a while.”

Bookmarker's Notes:

What a fabulous combination of character study, yearning, and then blazing hot sex!

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Thanks to the mods @winterfalconevents​ for putting on this round of Bingo This could be long so click read more to see fics Please read any warnings attached to fics

Fics:

Happy Ending (Fanart) Rating: G Summary: Fanart Submission for Happy Ending prompt. Partially inspired by the ending of Falcon and Winter Soldier TV Series.Sunset was created by following Procreate tutorial from Art With Flo Youtube video: You Can Draw This SUNRISE in PROCREATE Meet Cute Rating: T Summary: Sam and Bucky are strangers both of whom have had their onward flights cancelled due to wall to wall storms. They end up at the same motel looking for a room only to be told there's only one left. Sam doesn't know what possesses the stranger to offer to split the room but he's not going to complain. Accommodation sorted they head to the room and find out their sleeping arrangements.

Bruises Rating: M Summary: Sequel to Meet Cute. Bucky just needs to hide out with this stranger long enough for his flight to be uncancelled due to the weather so he can escape his abusive ex who is no doubt losing his mind in LA. He's trying to keep Sam in the dark for his protection but can't help but feel drawn to his comforting and kind demeanor. Warning for past Abuse. Not graphic

The Roommates Rating: T Summary: Sam and Bucky are roommates. That's all they are to each other. Steve introduced them and things are good between them. Steve also convinced the two of them to go on a dating app and has been pushing them to do a face reveal to their respective potential dates. Wonder why Steve is being so pushy? So do they... Until they do. This fanfic was written for the Star Spangled Mini Bang 2022.

Alpine and Figaro Rating: T Summary:  Inspired by Sox in the film Lightyear I wondered what it would be like if things had gone a little differently for the Avengers and to help them all adjust, Tony designed them some personal robot feline companions.

Yelena Belova Rating: T Summary:  The Avengers have a Christmas Party which leads to Sam and Yelena talking about her sister, something they both didn't know they needed. Including Bonus Chapter 2 where we see how Yelena's evening ends Cross-Posted with Sam Wilson Mini Holiday Bingo

Found Family Rating: G Summary:  I'd been watching a lot of Bondi Rescue on Youtube when I wrote this and started thinking What if the team were Life Guards and it was Christmas? A lot of what I have used comes from Bondi Rescue episodes and a book called Flash Rip about a pair of gay life guards. Cross-Posted with Sam Wilson Mini Holiday Bingo

[3rdspinspodfics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Peter Parker, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: brief mention of samsteve, Captain America Sam Wilson, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Podfic, Podfic Length: 45-60 Minutes Summary:

“I already told you it looks good. What more is there?”

“I don’t know, man, you’re gonna live here. I just wish I knew a little bit more about how that’s sitting with you.”

Sam knows Bucky feels fine. What Sam’s probably actually after is how he feels about the fact neither of them have anywhere else to go, not with Natasha dead and Steve wrinkly. Therapists. Even the good ones, always so circular.

“I like the terrace,” Bucky offers, mostly to appease him.

Podfic of safe like spring time by quidhitch.

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.