#buckysarah fanfiction

[tllgrrl]

Dreamgirl by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Pairing: Sarah Wilson & Bucky Barnes and Cass & AJ Wilson | Rated: G | Words: 300-ish

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Summary: Much to Cass and AJ’s (and of course, Bucky’s) delight, Sarah is dolled-up for a special event she and Bucky are attending. Before they leave home, he grabs Cass’s camera to get some pictures. Hopefully, one will end up in his wallet. Yes, he has a cellphone with a camera and a Camera Roll, but he’s admittedly old-fashioned enough to want to carry a photograph of his intanda in his wallet.

Sarah reminds the boys of the Dreamgirls, from one of their mom’s favorite movies.

Shenanigans ensue, and they learn something new about Bucky and Dora Milaje General Okoye.

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“Are you done messing around with Cass’ camera? We still have to drop the boys off at Aisha’s.”

“This is the last one, nandi. I swear.”

“Baby, we’re going to be late, and you know how Sam gets with his ‘you’re either early, or—“

“—you’re late!!” Bucky, Cass and AJ all finish the sentence in unison, each in their own imitation of Sam.

“Stop playin’,” Sarah laughs, “and take the picture before you drop the camera!”

“Can’t help it. You’re stunning. ‘m I right, fellas?”

“Yeah! You’re stunning, Mama!” Cass declares, pushing his glasses up and grinning.

“Yeah! You look like one of the Dreamgirls in that movie you watch and lip sync all the songs with!” AJ nods in agreement with his big brother.

Bucky looks at Sarah, eyebrows raised, and a delighted grin spreads across his face because he’s watched Lip Sync Battle with her.

“Really! Lip sync, you say. All the songs?”

“ALL of them,” Cass confirms. “You should see her, Uncle Bucky. Especially that one song where one of the Dreamgirls gets fired by her boyfriend and she says—“

“AAAAAAAAND I am telling you…” both boys strike dramatic poses, Cass clutching his chest, AJ throwing his head back, closing his eyes and joining in. “I’m not going!!”

Bucky joins in with them on “No-no-no no way!”

“Uncle Bucky! You know this song?” AJ asks, eyes wide with amazement.

“Well, don’t tell her I said anything, but, General Okoye absolutely loves Dreamgirls. She played the Broadway cast version on the way to and from a mission with the Dora.”

“Alright you guys. Uncle Bucky’ll tell you about General Okoye and the Dreamgirls later. Grab your backpacks and let’s go, or we won’t just be late. We’ll be—“

“Late-late. Got it, sweetness. But, wait right there. Hold on. Don’t move. Just one more, Dream Girl.”

[tllgrrl]

2 years later, still one of my favourite SarahBucky fics.

If you haven’t checked this one out, pour a cup or glass of something—or Save it For Later—you will not be disappointed.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Sarah Wilson Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel) Summary:

She laughs a little, looking away and damn, but she’s beautiful when she laughs. He always forgets how captivating it is until he’s watching her again.

“Go ahead, laugh, but I used to be good at this if you can believe it.” He says lightly. She looks back at him, the hint of a smile still around her lips.

“How about we start with dinner? It’ll be a little while, but it’ll give us some time.”

He nods again. “I’d like that.”

[gghalcyon]

Bucky met Sarah's warm gaze, noticing the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him, and he found himself drawing closer to her, wanting badly to capture her lips in his in a gentle kiss. 

Title: The Sweetest Risk | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Rating: General | Words: Part 1/1 (1053 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky Fleur De Louve Month 2023 - Week 1, Day 2 Prompt: “Sweet Potato Pie” | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes shoots his shot and asks Sarah Wilson on a date.

Bucky smiled as he carefully balanced two white boxes with two pies from Sarah's favorite bakery downtown in one hand and a paper bag with an armful of flowers in the other. He stepped up to her porch two at a time and knocked on her door. When she opened it, Sarah smiled widely when she saw the pies and flowers and hugged Bucky.

He had decided to bring something special for Sarah when she had invited him over for dinner with her brother Sam and her boys. He had remembered Sam mentioning that sweet potato pie was Sarah's favorite, so he had gone downtown to her favorite bakery and picked up two. He also couldn't resist buying her a bouquet of flowers, hoping it'd show her his intention to get to know her better.

As Sarah invited him inside, Bucky couldn't help but notice how the dim light of her living room made her eyes sparkle. He had always felt a connection to her, and he cherished how welcoming she was to him.

Dinner was a lively affair, with Sarah's two kids, AJ and Cass, eagerly relating stories of their school day and Sarah's laughter easily filling the room. Bucky smiled, noticing how comfortable and at ease everyone seemed in her presence. As they ate, conversation flowed effortlessly among them--talking about books they had read, the latest movies, politics, and even the quirky neighbor down the street.

Amidst all this, Bucky found himself stealing glances at Sarah from time to time. He couldn't help but be drawn to her vibrant spirit and easy warmth surrounding their dinner table. Whenever his gaze met hers, she smiled knowingly back at him, and he felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine each time they locked eyes.

After dinner, Sam challenged his nephews to a race of their new toy trucks in the living room. The kids cheered and squealed in delight as their little vehicles zoomed around on the carpet.

Bucky smiled as he watched the kids laughing and racing their little toy trucks around the living room. They were so carefree and happy in that moment, making him feel happy for them.

He and Sarah soon went about cleaning up the dinner they had shared. Sarah had prepared a delicious meal, and Bucky noticed how peaceful and comfortable the kitchen was compared to the chaos in the other room. As they worked together, they kept up a steady conversation about movies, books, and other topics easily.

Bucky couldn't help but steal glances at Sarah as they worked. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, revealing her soft neckline, and she had ditched her sweater in the kitchen's warmth. He was struck by how casually beautiful she was--he noticed how her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about or how her lips slightly curved upwards into an easy smile when she laughed at one of his jokes.

Bucky and Sarah continued to clean together comfortably. As Bucky reached for a plate, Sarah's hand accidentally brushed against his metal arm. He instinctively tensed, expecting her to recoil from the reminder of his dark past.

But instead, she simply smiled softly and gave him an understanding look. Sarah didn't flinch away. Instead, her fingers lingered, openly grazing along the smooth metal plates. She touched his arm as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Just like she had accepted every part of him since they first met, seeing him for who he was now, not who he used to be.

At that moment, Bucky felt a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. He met Sarah's warm gaze, noticing the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him, and he found himself drawing closer to her, wanting badly to capture her lips in his in a gentle kiss. She inched forward to meet his, but Sam's voice in the other room distracted them and she pulled away.

From the living room, Sam's voice rang out. "Cass, no throwing the trucks!" Then softer, to himself, "Definitely gotta talk to Bucky about flirting with my sister..."

Bucky ducked his head sheepishly, but Sarah just grinned and playfully bumped his shoulder. "Don't worry about him," she whispered. As she slid her hand down Bucky's metal arm, he shivered pleasantly.

"It's nice getting to spend time with you tonight," she said softly. "Joining us for dinner meant a lot for the boys."

"Just the boys?" Bucky couldn't help but shoot his shot, feeling a connection grow between them.

Sarah smiled beautifully at him. "It meant a lot to me too. I figured you'd already know that."

Bucky swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest as he nervously looked into Sarah's eyes. He wanted to make the most of this moment, to express the feelings he had been harboring for her since they had first met.

"Maybe next time you'll let me cook for you, just us two," he blurted out, instantly regretting how cheesy it sounded.

Sarah tilted her head and gave him a small grin. "Yeah?"

The corners of Bucky's mouth lifted into a timid smile as Sarah waited patiently for his response. He nodded slowly, feeling bolder than before. He stepped closer and caught her hand, gently running his thumb over her knuckles. "Go on a date with me, Sarah?"

Sarah blushed and looked up at him through thick lashes, her eyes bright and her smile as beautiful as ever. "Yes. I'd really like that, Bucky."

Bucky couldn't help but smile widely and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, feeling a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. This amazing woman was going to give him a shot.

The two of them stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before Sam's voice interrupted them from the living room. "You two almost done in there?" they heard Sam call out.

Bucky and Sarah shared knowing glances and chuckled to themselves. Sarah called back to Sam jokingly, "Almost," before returning to Bucky.

Yeah, he was definitely in trouble here with Sam for asking Sarah out on a date. But one look at her glowing smile made him think some risks are worth taking.

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[fleurdelouve]

If you had the option to choose what SarahBucky fic gets made into a show or film, which would it be? You get 5 choices. If you want to, rank them but provide reasons why they have that number

Here's the catch: for all five that you chose, you can only pick ONE (1) of your own, if you chose to add one of your own fic works to the list

[fleurdelouvemonth]

And thus, we bring to an official close the third Fleur De Louve Month 2023! Thank you so much to all the authors and artists and creators who took part in or read or reblogged all the amazing content that was created! This list will represent our final master list.

But wait! I hear you ask: what do we do with all the love we have left behind?

Fear not! Any additional works or recs related to this month can still be submitted and we will be happy to reblog it and update the master list to include them.

The admins thoroughly enjoyed interacting with everyone and appreciate you all for helping this ship grow! Please stay tuned for what comes next and, always, keep creating for the good ship Fleur De Louve!

𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑶𝑵𝑬: 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔

Week One Masterlist

𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑻𝑾𝑶: 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔

Week Two Masterlist

𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬: 𝑨𝑼 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔

Week Three Masterlist

𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹: 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔

Week Four Masterlist

𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬: 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔

Week Five Masterlist

Thank you again for all of the amazing content you created to make this event possible! 

Feel free to bookmark this post and come back to enjoy Fleur De Louve month again and again in the new year.

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[painted-doe]

New chapter! And surprise surprise, I have zero self-control and it's grown to at least three chapters. Enjoy the second installment of this whumpy little piece <3

[tllgrrl]

Happy to have participated and added some Seasoning that is Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson. Because…you know.

Thank you to all our lovely participants and supporters of this year's Birthday Bash (bake a cake edition)!

✩ The 107th Sergeant's 107th: Birthday Cake & Ferris Wheels by @floofweaver (Bucky Barnes/Reader) ✩ Happy 107th Birthday by @buckys-wintersoldier (Bucky Barnes/Reader) ✩ Happy Birthday, Bucky! by @estelior (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers) ✩ Happy Birthday Buck by @commander-snoww (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers) ✩ A Daddy's Himbo by @metalbvcky (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers) ✩ Happy Birthday, Old Man by @tllgrrl (Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson) ✩ Happy Birthday, Yasha by @late-to-the-party-81 (Cap Quartet) ✩ maybe we’re just born with stardust in our blood by @blackwood4stucky (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers) ✩ Daddy (All In) by @otpcutie (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers) ✩ Birthday Confession by @nicoline1998enilocin (Bucky Barnes/Reader) ✩ A Knot To Remember by @smutconnoisseur (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers) ✩ Happy Cum-Day by @endlesstwanted (Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark) ✩ Chasing Some Warmth by @endlesstwanted (Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Sam Wilson)

You can enjoy entries to this year & last year's event on our AO3 Collection.

Missed out this year? Not to fret, we'll likely be back next year with a new challenge for you all AND we have a ton of events coming up.

Next up: Alpha Bucky April!

[tllgrrl]

For the prompt “I can fix it” on my SarahBucky Bingo card.

Summary: Sarah has a hard time letting go. Bucky knows what that’s like.

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“What is Grief but Love persevering?” — Vision

I don’t know if it was intended to be, but I think this is a wonderful Valentine’s Day story.

Grief and regret, tears, honesty, a little magic, and love.

Because Georgia…

[jbarneswilson]

title: brighter than the sun

pairing: sarah wilson x bucky barnes

additional characters: aj wilson, cass wilson

rating: gen

warnings: fluff, possibly some schmoopy moments

summary:

“Careful with those carrots, baby. That dish is hot.”

“Okay, mom,” Cass says as he pulls a potholder from the drawer. With exaggerated care he takes the plate to the dining table and sits in the chair across from AJ.

“I’ll get the mac n’ cheese, babe,” Bucky picks up the dish with one hand and settles his free hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the table.

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[gghalcyon]

Bucky Barnes gets a bewitching Halloween treat when Sarah Wilson appears at his doorstep, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said as their eyes met in a heated gaze.

Title: A Taste So Sweet | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: Mature | Words: Part 1/1 (2328 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky @fleurdelouvemonth and @fleurdelouve - Week 1, Day 1 Prompt: “Halloween Candy”

Bucky watched in disbelief as group after group of children and teens dressed up as monsters, superheroes, witches, and fairies trooped past his house. He had initially been excited about joining in the festivities surrounding Halloween. Still, he was now feeling overwhelmed at the sheer number of trick-or-treaters that kept anxiously jostling at his front door.

He could hear Sam's voice ringing in his head, telling him to stock up on treats ahead of the evening's activities. On impulse, Bucky had gone to the store and purchased enough candy to fill an entire cauldron - more than enough for the small army of costumed kids parading up his walkway.

After living in New York City for a few years, he was unaccustomed to experiencing Halloween like this. New Orleans' proximity meant that Halloween was taken very seriously here. His neighbors went all out with scary decorations, and some even hosted light shows or static haunts in their garages.

It was the first time Bucky had experienced Halloween in his new neighborhood, and he could feel the excitement from both children and adults alike. He walked into the living room to look at the clock – it was 7 p.m.; he had a few more hours before kids would be done trick-or-treating. After making sure he had enough candy to last until 9 p.m., he set out a sizeable pumpkin-shaped bucket full of treats on a table near the entrance of his door, which he'd grab and provide the little ghouls and goblins who would come by.

One by one, groups of costumed children started arriving at Bucky's house. There were toddlers with their parents, gaggles of elementary schoolers, and even a few high schoolers. Bucky watched them all take turns selecting handfuls of candy from the white bucket he'd set out on the porch. He couldn't help feeling a pang of regret that he'd bought so much candy – but then again, it was worth it just to see how delighted they were.

The most recent group of trick-treaters waved him goodbye as they ran off to his neighbor's house to continue their journey for more candy. Just as he was about to close the door, he spotted a familiar face walking up the sidewalk towards him. It was Sarah, Sam's sister, donning a classic black witch's hat over her long hair and wearing a playful smirk on her face. Their eyes met.

Sarah stood before Bucky, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said.

He was temporarily stunned by her beauty before composing himself.

"Hey! What are you supposed to be? Aren’t you old for trick-or-treating?" He joked, looking at her costume and wondering why she had come to his neighborhood.

"I'm old enough, thank you very much," She chuckled teasingly, sticking her tongue out playfully. Bucky noticed that Sarah was alone and asked about her boys AJ and Cass.

"Oh, I just dropped them off at a friend's place a few blocks away from here," She answered, grinning shyly as she revealed her true purpose: to visit him. "They're all trick-or-treating together, so I thought I'd swing by and see you."

Bucky felt his heart swell with warmth as he imagined her thinking of him. It was like a dream come true. He opened the door wider to welcome her in, and when she entered, they both erupted into laughter at the sight of all the candy bags he had bought.

"Okay, that's SO much candy! The kids will love you!" Sarah said, still stifling giggles.

"I'm trying to get rid of them," he said sheepishly as he directed her to the bowl on the entry table near the door.

Sarah laughed again at his over-preparedness before following Bucky to his kitchen, where he opened the fridge and asked if she wanted any refreshments.

"I have beer, apple cider, sparkling water..." She accepted his offer enthusiastically with a look of admiration.

"Oh, apple cider would be amazing!"

He twisted open an apple cider for her and handed it across the counter while opening himself a bottle of beer. Bucky could hear children's voices from outside, but there were no trick-or-treaters yet who had arrived and rang his doorbell. There was a small lull before another surge of trick-or-treaters came.

The two caught up so naturally. Bucky could feel an ease in their conversation as Sarah shared stories about her two boys deciding to be Sherlock Holmes and one a t-rex for Halloween. They even talked about the best costumes they've seen so far, reminiscing about their childhood trick-or-treating experiences.

As the night wore on, Bucky found himself completely entranced by Sarah's infectious laughter and sparkling eyes. They moved to the living room couch, sitting side by side in close proximity. He couldn't help but lean in closer to her as she spoke, wanting to absorb every word she said like a sponge.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Bucky glanced at his watch and noticed it was getting pretty late - it must have been close to 10 pm already.

"Let me get that," he said quickly, feeling the familiar pang of disappointment when he realized their intimate conversation had come to an end. He stood up and took his bowl of candy before opening the door.

"Trick-or-treat!" A group of four kids dressed as Pokemon with their parents dressed as a Pokemon Trainer greeted him. Bucky smiled warmly and spoke kindly to the little elementary school kids, nodding in approval at their costumes and giving them generous amounts of candy.

Sarah peered over the couch to watch Bucky interact with the children and felt her heart swell with admiration. More and more trick-or-treaters kept coming until it seemed like the line would never end. At one point, Sarah decided to join Bucky in front of the doorway, giving out candy alongside him from a bag she took off the counter.

The line continued for a solid fifteen minutes until another lull came forth and no new trick-or-treaters came by. Bucky closed the door and joined Sarah on the couch as they both flopped down in exhaustion.

"Tiring, huh?" Sarah asked with twinkling eyes as she settled into the spot beside him.

Bucky gave her a sheepish smile and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. "It feels like it never ends…" He paused and added with a hint of mischief in his voice, "But I don't mind it too much when I have a beautiful woman by my side."

"I..." she was almost taken aback by his forwardness, then her smile widened, revealing small dimples along the sides of her mouth. "You could always just leave the bowl outside and just let them take whatever they want."

"You think that'll work?" His heart raced as he moved closer to her on the couch.

"I think so," she said, her voice low and sultry as she scooted close to him. She grabbed the bowl of candy and rummaged through it.

"Looking for something specific?" he asked her, amused.

"Hmmm... I'm looking for a Hershey's chocolate bar, the white chocolate one." Bucky watched her closely, admiring how graceful her long fingers were as they searched through the bowl.

"There should be a ton there, not many kids picked them when I let them select which candies to get." Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, and he felt drawn into her gaze.

"Are you kidding? They're so picky nowadays, huh?" They laughed together, and the room seemed to heat up exponentially with each passing second.

"Ah! I found one! I couldn't pass up all this free candy," Sarah teased as she pulled out a mini white chocolate bar. As she unwrapped it and took a small nibble, Bucky found himself mesmerized by those lush lips and the way they moved around the confection.

"Want a bite?" Sarah asked, catching his gaze and holding out the candy. She slowly bit the bottom of her lip before smiling at him innocently, but there was something else about her expression - an invitation - that made Bucky's stomach flip. He had been wanting to kiss those lips since he'd first seen them curve into that mischievous grin earlier tonight.

Heart pounding, Bucky's gaze slowly moved from Sarah's lips to her eyes. He leaned in, and instead of taking the offered candy, he brushed his lips against hers. They both gasped at the sudden contact, and as if this was a sign, their kiss deepened.

Sarah tasted like chocolate and felt so soft under his fingers as they explored each other's faces and bodies. His hands moved to her hips and pulled her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Their tongues collided in a passionate dance of desire that left them both breathless when they finally pulled apart.

"That was..." Sarah whispered, trailing off with a sigh.

"Amazing," Bucky finished for her. The air was electric between them, heavy with unspoken longing that neither of them wanted to break.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again and they jumped apart as if electrocuted, laughter bubbling out of them before they remembered why they were there. As Bucky went to answer the door, his mind was still on the kiss he had shared with Sarah moments ago.

As the night went on and more trick-r-treaters arrived and departed, the couple found themselves alone on the couch, close but not touching. Finally, Bucky spoke up. "Sarah, I know we've been friends only for a short time, but tonight...that kiss...I can't stop thinking about it." Sarah smiled at him from under her eyelashes, and he could see the same desire reflected in her eyes that he was feeling in his own heart. Without another word, their lips met again and this time it was slow and tender - like two puzzle pieces coming together after searching for so long.

Sarah gently pulled away from Bucky and pressed her body against his, her arms wrapping around his neck as though she never wanted to let go. "Bucky... I've always wanted to do this with you," she said softly.

As her lips met him, a spark of electricity coursed through her body. She felt the warmth radiating from his chest and the gentle beat of his heart as she pressed herself closer into him. The kiss grew more passionate with each passing moment, and Sarah felt an intense desire building inside of her.

She reached up to grasp Bucky's face in her hands and trace the outline of it with her fingertips. His long, wavy hair was so soft against her skin that she wanted to keep touching it forever. He repositioned them both on the couch, so she was straddling him with her legs on either side of his thighs.

Sarah could feel Bucky's excitement pressing into her, and his hands moved up under her shirt to explore the warmth of her skin. She gasped at his touch and dug her fingers into his back, wanting this moment to never end.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. In a voice full of longing he whispered "Sarah – I want you" and at that moment, all doubts fled from Sarah's mind - she knew this is what she wanted too.

Without another word, she pressed her lips against his once more and this time they were both overcome with passion. Bucky grabbed her hips and pressed her close to him, their bodies melting together as his fingers ran up her back before unfastening her bra, revealing her creamy skin beneath the moonlight that filtered through the window. She held her breath as his hands moved across her body, exploring every curve with delicate touches and sending sparks of pleasure through her veins. He left trails of fire over her neck as his lips traveled down before lightly brushing over one nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from Sarah's lips.

Just then, Sarah's phone started ringing, and the sound of it shattered the silence in the room like a gunshot. She wanted to ignore it, but she knew it was likely her sons calling to let her know they'd be ready to be picked up soon. With a reluctant groan, she pulled away from Bucky and grabbed her phone, which stopped ringing before she could answer it.

A quick glance confirmed it was indeed her kids, and a text message from her kid's friend's mom indicated that they were done trick-or-treating and ready to be picked up. "I don't wanna go," Sarah said with a sigh.

Bucky wrapped his strong arms around her, giving her a sad smile and planting a kiss on her forehead. His breath tickled her skin as he whispered gently, "Me neither," in response to her words, then attempted to lighten the mood with a joke about their unusual entourage. They both laughed, and Sarah could feel the tension melting like ice in the sun.

Bucky pulled her close and nuzzled against her neck, sending tingles of pleasure down her spine before she reluctantly leaned back from his embrace. She looked into his eyes and saw something that made her heart skip a beat – it was longing, familiar and yet fresh and new at the same time. Locked in each other's gaze, Sarah raised herself to capture Bucky's lips in a soft kiss.

She smiled as she pulled away from him and started gathering her clothes off the floor, nerves suddenly bubbling up inside of her when Sarah realized how bold she had been. Before she could put on her shirt, however, Bucky stood up and stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. He cupped her face tenderly between his hands and searched for something in her eyes.

"We'll have to finish this later," he murmured softly. Another shiver coursed through Sarah's body as she looked into his beautiful blue eyes, nodding in agreement to his suggestion before leaning forward to give him one last kiss goodbye.

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[fleurdelouve]

Making another push because the #fleurdelouve and #sarahbucky tags are dead, and #sarah+wilson tag has sambucky and stucky mess clogging it

If you create or know of any SarahBucky and/or Sarah Wilson content and creations, send them to us! This blog posts, reblogs, and celebrates everything both for Sarah and that wonderful canon ship from TFATWS!

[fleurdelouvemonth]

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

[sarahandbucky]

hi, folks! it’s time to announce the first week’s theme!

❄️snowed in❄️

⛄️runs dec 1-7, 2021

⛄️drabbles, multi-chapter fics, playlists, moodboards, art etc welcome

⛄️AUs welcome!

⛄️please tag any adult content with all relevant warnings

⛄️asks and submissions open and strongly encouraged!

⛄️ imagine i came up with a classy way to say "don't write underage or non-con content pls"

tagging, with no pressure:

@indyluckycharlie

@tllgrrl

@sarifinasnightmare

@aahrtyeah

@atiena-m

@darter-blue

@kalee60

@btwxsixesandsevens

@jemgirl86

[tllgrrl]

Summary:

“Most folks don’t take their babies with ‘em on honeymoons.”

“Mrow.”

Prompt list action!

I never saw you coming

stay in bed the whole weekend

dust off your highest hopes

stay in bed the whole weekend & dust off your highest hopes

thank you for the prompts :') this is a bit rough but i battled through writers block to get it out there. maybe i will refine it later, maybe i will leave it as is. all depends on if i can bear to read it tomorrow morning lol

shoutout to @firstelevens for telling me to google fancy luxury hotels and subsequently derailing the writing process <3

part of this verse, taking place soon after "at last"

you can also read this on ao3

“Yes, I know you’re the privileged child,” Sarah says, holding her by the chin. “Look at you, halfway across the world in a luxury suite. Gifts from a whole-ass queen on your pillow. Royal hair oil from the motherland. You better be havin’ a damn good time, babygirl.”

As far as the prolonged debate goes, Bucky has finally conceded that his cat has therapeutic purposes. Not for himself, necessarily, but Dr. Jean’s clinic and the NOLA children’s hospital consider her an honoured guest. Bucky goes and sits with her and shows the kids how to pet her gentle. She’s a gentle soul – that’s how he explains it. So she needs a gentle touch, to be able to give her own comfort in return.

With this in mind Sarah continues her unimpressed lecture. It has become somewhat more of a one-sided conversation: Alpine has found a near invisible spec of lint on the hem of Sarah’s shorts and is dedicating all of her focus to batting at the buttery satin with little uncoordinated paws.

“Is that right? You like the peace and quiet too? What, you don’t get enough of that in Delacroix? I haven’t stepped on your poor tail in months, you know.” 

In Sarah’s lap, the cat flicks the tail in question like she does when preening. It curls on outward, delicately.

“Most folk don’t take their babies on honeymoons with ‘em,” Sarah concludes with severity.

“Mrow,” Alpine says, as delicate and prim as her tail.

Well. Can’t argue much with that.

Sarah leaves the cat to her own devices and looks up to enjoy the view, as God and their very nice floor to ceiling windows intended. She was told her wedding present was a toss up between this and a pair of thigh high lemon yellow boots, and Sarah has still not figured out if Ayo and the grinning princess were joking. She supposes she ought to call her Shuri by now — the girl helped move their reception potluck table into the yard and everything. And, while he has never said so aloud, very deliberately careful in where he places them in his life, Sarah knows Bucky considers her family. 

But anyway, this: wood beams; delicate geometric crystalline light fixtures; thick, patterned, vibrant cloths; and doors and appliances calibrated to respond to her own (no one else’s!) voice. A river runs by them, deep in the heart of the palace, past the yellows and greens and blooming fuscia-purple-white tree flowers of the garden their rooms open to. The sound of the water reminds her of home.

Also, Bucky has just come out of the bathroom, and is absently stretching his back and shoulders out. So Sarah has a full spectrum of visual beauty at her disposal at present.  

She props her chin on one hand, elbow against her knee, and enjoys the view very much. It takes him a minute longer than usual to notice. His head is turned away from her and it remains so, but when eventually he brings his left arm up and over behind his head, he puts a show on about it and pumps the metallic bicep more than is strictly necessary. There is something flashy to the movement that is new for him and Sarah bites her tongue against a giggle. Before he brings it down he makes sure to use his right hand to tug the shoulder into a deep stretch that pushes his hips out.  

A bird calls outside their giant ass honeymoon suite windows. Unlike running water, peacocks aren’t all that common in Delacroix.

“You spoil this cat so bad,” Sarah tells her husband, when he finally loosens his arms; he brings the left down with a weight that makes it whistle faintly and flash in the dim bedroom light and remind Sarah of the last time she tongued at it to get him worked up. 

Very mundanely, Bucky pats his recently washed face and neck dry with the hand towel he’d tucked into his belt, and yawns so wide it cracks his jaw.

“Spoiling days are over,” he says, rubbing at one eye. He drapes the towel over his shoulder. He seems to have noticed a stray piece of gauzy tissue that has attached itself to the bare skin of his damp torso – they have a whole basket of them by the sink, even though Sarah’s been told they’re self-sanitizing and imminently reusable – and reaches down, frowning, to pick it off of himself now; Alpine perks up immediately, fascinated. “Slept on my head all last night. She’ll get the boot soon if she puts me through that again.”

“Hmmm,” Sarah hums, indulgent, while he discards the tissue. Now that he is no longer holding it, Alpine seems suddenly suspicious, and does not abandon Sarah’s lap in pursuit. Bucky stretches out his arms one last time towards the ceiling. 

She has been told that once upon a time, returning to the quiet twilights of the Golden City’s outskirts was the only thing to truly put him at ease; things have changed, slowly, gently. Bucky gets grumpy when he is away from home for too long. 

Sarah says, 

“Because you spent so much of last night sleeping.”

Mid-stretch, his mouth splits open in a quiet grin. Alpine mrows at them in the carriage of their lewd pause, even primmer than before. 

There is so much in that little grin — the ease, the looseness. The same looseness he has just shaken into his limbs in front of her. He is happy in a way Sarah doesn’t think has ever fully crystallized until now.

“Baby,” she says, “had you been waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

Now busy putting on the sleek little coffee maker in the corner, Bucky casts her a sly look from the corner of his eye. 

“Depends,” he says. 

“Hmmm, loaded word.”

“I like your shoes,” he scratches at his stomach, then his hair. “They’re all – what’s that word.”

“Ergonomic. Lady on her feet all day shoes.”

“Practical.” He seems contemplative. Over the shoes. “I like the ones with the little pink lines around the swoosh.”

He gestures with his finger at swoosh.

“Those old things?”

“They’re cute.”

Sarah pets the cat and contents herself with not getting a straight answer about this now. 

“Nothing-to-worry-about shoes,” Sarah says.

“Kitten.” Over the rim of his coffee cup now, eyes glittering with quiet, cryptic amusement. She just stops herself from asking me or the cat?

“Like us goin’ exploring tomorrow.”

“You want another day of total aloneness, honey?” He is teasing and also entirely serious. But mostly teasing. She knows this because he takes his coffee and sits on the beautiful wicker chair across from her with his legs wide open, the stance that always makes her want to sit in his lap. The only new thing -- aside from the silky material of his borrowed pajama pants, which are also some sustainable something or other, it was all explained to Sarah by the melodic AI voice in the toilet — is the glinting gold of the ring hanging from his neck, resting almost daintily against the broad curve of his sternum.

Sarah hums, fiddling with the small wring of beads around her wrist, their newness not off-putting but not neutral either. They’ve had three days. Tomorrow she’s going to go out into the world. Tomorrow she’s going to meet the queen. It’s a lot. She knew it would be a lot, before they got here. A lot, traded in for 3 days of complete and total peace and quiet like she has never even had reason to dream of before. 

She’s trying not to overthink it; Sarah had described her late in laws, once, and Bucky had said huh, sounds like someone I know. So maybe it’ll just be like that, but there will be foreign dignitaries around, and like, Ayo, too. Sarah is alright relying on Ayo’s clever friendship for this one. Sarah is alright thinking that there are certain things in life, certain precious experiences, that are the same in some way every way you live them.

“Are you gonna share your coffee?”

“Mmm, coffee’s only for people not wearing shirts.”

“Seriously, you don’t get enough of me naked at home?” Sarah laughs, but takes her tank top off anyway, careful not to mess the scarf wrapped around her hair. He’s grinning again, that same simple weightless look.

“Sarah,” he says.

“Mmmhmm.”

“You look so happy. I’m not imagining that, right?”

A slow, secret smile curls at her lips. She crooks a finger for him to come over.

“Come on, sit down. You ready for this?” She waits til he’s close enough to kiss, those long limber limbs with their grace and heaviness and danger and safety at once right up in her space. “You make me happy.”

She takes her kiss from him then, long, slow, heady. With his tongue in her mouth, the smell of the coffee and the shower and his aftershave all together could drive a girl crazy. 

Bucky pulls away first. He is crooked at the mouth, the sharp edge of the heat’s worn out by now, his expression a little goofy and very sincere. Alpine is mewling with discontent between them.

“Are you gonna show off for me a bit more before throwing me to the wolves tomorrow?” Sarah says.

He tips his head back, frustratingly inscrutable. Still goofy though. “Only one wolf,” he starts, looking to her for a reaction at the last second.

“Oh that is the lamest joke —”

“I’ll show off, I’ll show off,” he promises,

“Mr. white poodle over here. Nuh uh, don’t give me that face, I can make fun of you using Sam insults if you make bad dad jokes in front of your wife — get back down here. I took my shirt off for you, you can’t leave now.”

“In a minute, in a minute, hang on,” he says, that smile growing so wide it puts a little blanket over the sleepy longing in Sarah’s heart and veritably tucks it in, and gives it a kiss on the forehead. It’s earned its nice long rest.

Then he leans down, gives her the coffee, and scoops Alpine up to spend a few minutes cooing at their most spoiled child before she is summarily ignored for the rest of the night.

[tllgrrl]

This year, The Metropolitan Museum Costume Institute Benefit Gala aka The Met Gala falls this year on Monday, May 1st 2023.

This year, the theme is “Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty” in honor of the late designer.

Before the Gala, here’s a really good piece on the Who/What/Where/Why/How of it all.

And for a Monday Reblog, here’s Fashion Forward White Wolf, a little The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Bucky/Sarah ficlet from last year when I was challenged to write something about the neon fuchsia monochromatic outfit Sebastian Stan (who, ICYDK, plays Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier in the Marvel franchise) wore to the 2022 Met Gala, having been one of 8 celebrities—including Glenn Close—invited to attend and be dressed by award-winning Creative Director of Valentino, Pierpaolo Piccioli.

(Fashion Forward White Wolf is also posted at The Ay-Oh-3.)

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Bucky Barnes reached across the table to squeeze Sarah's hand gently. "I love spending time with you, rain or shine.

Title: Delicious | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: Mature | Words: Part 1/1 (706 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky @fleurdelouvemonth and @fleurdelouve - Week 1, Day 3 and 4 Prompt: “Pumpkin” and "Chai Tea" | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes and Sarah Wilson go on a coffee date on a rainy day.

Rain poured down as Bucky and Sarah dashed through the busy streets, looking for cover. The dark clouds had rolled in swiftly, catching them off guard during their afternoon walk through the city. They squeezed under a cafe awning, both breathless and soaked to the bone.

"Sorry, our walk got rained out," Bucky said, pushing his dripping hair back from his forehead.

Sarah wiped rivulets of water from her face and hair. "Are you kidding? This is fun!" she said with a laugh. Her eyes sparkled with excitement despite the dreary downpour.

Bucky had to smile at her optimism. That was one of the things he loved about her - she could find joy in any situation. "If you say so. Why don't I grab us something hot to drink to warm up? There's a cafe right here."

Sarah nodded, glad that the quaint cafe was right behind them. At least they could get out of the rain and sit for a while until it passed.

The cafe was warm, cozy, and inviting. There were several small tables with chairs along the windows, as well as a few sitting nooks tucked into alcoves and some plush couches near the back. Since it was a weekday afternoon, there were few people there, so Bucky and Sarah had their pick of places to sit.

They opted for one of the private nooks towards the back, figuring it would help them warm up faster away from any drafts. Sliding into the worn leather booth, Sarah peeled off her soaked jacket while Bucky ordered their drinks.

He soon returned with two steaming mugs - a chai tea latte for himself and a pumpkin spice latte for Sarah, her favorite. He also brought a freshly baked cinnamon pastry for them to share.

Settling across each other, they held the warm mugs to their faces, letting the heat seep into their chilled skin.

"Mmm, this is perfect," Sarah said after a long sip of her latte. "Just what I needed."

"I'm glad you like it," Bucky replied. "Nothing better than warming up with something hot to drink on a cold rainy day."

Sarah smiled at him over her mug. "And even better when you have good company to share it with."

Bucky reached across the table to squeeze her hand gently. "I love spending time with you, rain or shine."

Sarah rubbed her thumb over his knuckles. "Me too, Bucky. I'm so happy we're together."

They continued chatting and enjoying their treats, simply content to be in each other's presence. The sound of the rain pattering on the window and the faint music playing in the cafe made it feel extra cozy.

When Sarah took another sip of her pumpkin spice latte, Bucky watched her closely. "I've never actually tried one of those before," he mused.

"No? Here, have a taste," Sarah said, handing her mug over.

Bucky took it and brought it to his lips. But before he drank, he set the mug down and reached for Sarah's hand again. His eyes locked onto hers intensely.

Sarah gave him a questioning look. "What is it?"

"There's something I want to taste more," Bucky murmured. He gently tilted her chin up as he leaned in.

Sarah's eyes fluttered shut as Bucky's lips met hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She could taste the sweetness of the pumpkin spice latte as their kiss deepened. When they finally broke apart, her lips felt tingly and plump.

Bucky gently brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. "Delicious," he whispered huskily.

Sarah blushed at the desire in his eyes. No matter how many times they kissed, it always felt new and exciting. She picked up her mug again and took a sip, watching Bucky over the rim, a twinkle in her eyes.

"You're right, that is good," Bucky chuckled.

He squeezed her hand once more, interlacing their fingers. The rain continued falling steadily outside. But inside, wrapped up in their own little world, Bucky and Sarah had never felt warmer.