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SarahBucky Fleur De Louve Month 2023 - Day 6 Prompt: “There’s no place like home.” | SFW

Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes, and Special Guest Cameos: Cass & AJ Wilson and Alpine the Cat

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He sees the front porch, and another piece of what he called “the Thunder-whatever thing” falls off of him.

Stepping out of the van, he grabbed his backpack and duffle, and nodded to the driver.

“Thanks, pal.”

“My pleasure, Sarge!”

The vehicle pulled away, and before Bucky mounted the steps, he looked around the yard, doing a casual perimeter check.

Some old habits can’t die.

Especially not now, when everything he holds dear is on the other side of that door.

He closed his eyes and heard the boys and Sarah inside:

“Luke! You can nevah defeat me!”

“I am stronger with the Force, Vader!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh!”

“Cass! AJ! Are you done with your homework?”

And he smelled food cooking.

Meatloaf, greens, macaroni and cheese.

His mouth watered coming off of 3 ½ weeks of meals from fast food stores and greasy diners, none of it properly seasoned as far as he was concerned.

A small white cat stepped onto the porch, sat, and waited.

“Hi there,” he said softly, scratching behind her ear with his right hand. She jumped up into his arms, and climbed up to his left shoulder.

“I missed you too,” he cooed. “You been good, Alpine?”

‘Mrow,” she answered, rubbed her face on his ear, purring.

Before putting the key into the lock, he placed his hand on the door jamb.

“Sikelela le ndawo,” he whispered.

Opening the door, he sees a lightsaber duel in full swing in the living room, accompanied, of course, by John Williams’ iconic music coming from the TV.

“Hey fellas!”

“Uncle Bucky!” the boys chime together, dropping their plastic weapons, running to hug him and tussle over his duffle and backpack.

Alpine jumps down heading straight for the kitchen as he knelt so they could all get their arms around each other.

“Guys? Did you hear me?” Sarah calls, walking into the dining room as he stands and closes the door. “Time to get ready for—“

Her face lights up, but her “Mama’s Not Playing” voice is what the boys hear:

“Are you guys lightsabering in this house again? You know better. Go put Bucky’s bags in the mudroom, pick up your stuff out of here, wash your hands and set the table. You can play space battle outside after dinner.”

“Okay, mama!” They snickered hauling the bags into the kitchen because they knew what was going to happen next: The Kissin’ Stuff, which they didn’t mind too much because it made their mama all smiley. Mama and Uncle Bucky.

“Hey Sarah.”

“James. Come’ere, you.”

She opens her arms and he walks into her embrace.

He removed his dog tags and placed them around her neck before he kissed her, and as he did, Alpine continued to purr as she wound her way around their legs and the boys carried on with their Luke vs Vader debate while putting plates and silverware on the dining room table.

This was where he wanted to be, and where Sarah wanted him: in kid’s hijinx, in cat chaos, and in her arms.

He meant it from the bottom of his heart when he looked into her eyes and said:

“There’s no place like home.”

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Posted HERE on the AO3 .

Thanks for reading!

[fleurdelouvemonth]

4th Annual Fleur de Louve Month 🦾🛥👩🏿‍��️‍💋‍👨🏻

Welcome back for another month-long celebration of Sarah Wilson and Bucky Barnes! 

This year we're still providing the well-preferred format of providing prompts to choose from. But, we're shaking it up a bit by putting it in a bingo form!

We understand that everyone has their own schedules and life be lifing. Whenever you finish your masterpiece, the requirements are the same: tag us @fleurdelouvemonth and @fleurdelouve so it can be posted and shared on the blogs!

Remember that this is for fun and to put more SarahBucky/Fleur De Louve content out into the world. There's no "wrong" way to create or submit. Any AU, any verse; it's all up to you!

Just please try to have any submissions posted by November 30th. December 14th at the latest.

Due to the results of a poll, the extended end date will be December 31st!! ❄️☃️🎄🎁🕎🍪❤️🖤💚

Please reach out to this blog or the main blog @fleurdelouve with any questions. We're so excited to see what this fandom comes up with this year!!

Pick and choose some bingo squares and have fun!! 🥳

🦃🥧🍁🍠🦌❄️🍂⛄️🌬🍎🧣🎁

Find the AO3 here to add your works to the collection, or submit to the collection “FleurdeLouve_SarahBucky_Month_2024”

✨️: Not everything HAS to be fanfiction. Be as creative as you want! Here are a few ideas: fan art, manips, comics, 3D rendering, moodboards, aesthetics, snapshots of Sims you make as the characters, the options are endless!

BELOW THE CUT IS A BLANK BINGO CARD FOR YOU TO CROSS OUT, IF YOU WANT IT

[janeykath318]

SarahBucky Christmas!

[fleurdelouve]

Did someone ask if there’s a ⛴️👩🏾❤️🧔🏻‍♂️🦾 DiscordServer?

There’s this one for all:

And there’s also one for 18+:

[btwxsixesandsevens]

New SarahBucky Songbook: PostModern Jukebox, WWII

New fic for the new year. I haven't written SarahBucky in a minute. I'm glad to be back to my old fave.

SarahBucky Postmodern Jukebox: WWII

Summary: The year is 1942, alternatively speaking. In this World a War is spinning across the globe. Nurse Sarah Wilson is trying to do her job in a small farming community in the NorthWestern part of France. It all goes to hell when a handsome pilot crash lands into a ditch. He brings a spark of mystery, lighting up Nurse Wilson’s quiet life, upending everything. Who is he? Can be be trusted?

Featuring alternative timeline versions of Sarah Wilson and James Bucky Barnes, in a bucolic French setting. Plenty of locals. Pining. Angst. Incredibly hot sex. And alcoholic cider drank from little bowls.

12 Chapters (already written, so I won't forget the ending, this time).

Word count (Ch 1): 1.5K words

Tags: Sarahbucky, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, AU-WWII

BEST PART? I commissioned @tllgrrl to do me a moodboard/art collage and it is just spectacular. LOOK AT IT!

Read up friends over on Ao3.

[sarahbuckybingo]

As promised, our summer mini event! The weekly prompt list won with over 50% of the votes. Posting begins July 1, and posts will be reblogged all the way up to August 31. No signups are required for this event, but please tag your Tumblr posts with #sarahbucky summer and mention @sarahbuckybingo in your post so that they will be reblogged. AO3 Collection here!

Rules:

All submissions must be new works - fics, art, moodboards, photosets, playlists, rec lists, etc are all welcome. If you’re not sure, please send an ask!

Alternate prompts can be used at any time. 

Sarah Wilson / Bucky Barnes MUST be the main pairing for each submission. Side pairings and pre-relationship works are welcome as long as SarahBucky is the main focus. 

All works must be tagged appropriately. NSFW works are welcome. 

There are no fill minimums for this event, as it is meant to be a no-pressure event. No worries if you don’t fill one of the weeks, or if you post the submission late for the week, but all fills (regardless of what week they’re meant for) must be posted between July 1 and August 31. 

Happy posting!

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

SarahBucky Spring!

[sarahandbucky]

😍😍😍

*~Sarah Wilson & Bucky Barnes

[justsomeoneunordinary]

The Wailing Winter Soldier

Week Two of the SarahBucky Month @fleurdelouvemonth/@fleurdelouve

Day three: Fantasy: Haunted House

(W1,D1 / W1,D2 / W2,D1 / W2,D4 / W2,D5 / W3,D2 / W3,D4 / W4,D3 / W4,D5 / W5,D1 / W5,D2 / W5,D4)

G, 520 words, Fantasy AU, Ghosts, Curses, Ambiguous/Open Ending | AO3

As far as Sarah can remember, the screaming had always been there. Those whines of desperation, the cries of agony.

It’s being said that it’s been going on for centuries like this. A house, deep down in the woods, haunted by an evil spirit. The howling would get worse around days of winter, and whenever she’d get closer to the forest, she could feel the heartbreaking misery of those cries. The townspeople call it the wails of the Winter Soldier.

Sarah had never seen the house herself. Never been allowed to approach the deepest parts of the woods, where the ominous omnipresent mist would greet her. Her parents used to say that certain death awaited her there. Sam though, her brother, he had been at the house—multiple times even. He never told her, but she knows.

It took her a while to notice that every now and then Sam would pack some food in a lunchbox and disappear for hours. Hours, during which the faint cries would find a sudden stop. Sam must’ve gotten to the same conclusion she has: nothing capable of such anguish screaming could be of evil nature. These are painful cries of someone suffering and in need of help.

But whenever she asks, Sam evades the question, and Sarah has had enough of it. She is no innocent child anymore in need of protection—it’s been over thirty years and she’s a grown woman capable of making her own decisions. So, on a cold November morning, she packs a lunchbox and heads out.

It’s a reckless action, she’s aware. She’s got two boys waiting for her to come back home, and no husband anymore who could take care of them should something happen. But Sarah is no fool—she wouldn’t do it if she wasn’t positive she’d come back safe and sound. Sam is a fighter, and Sam never looks like he’s been in a fight when he comes back from his trips to the house.

For the first time, Sarah steps foot into the deep ends of the woods and lets the mysterious mist engulf her. With every step she takes, the screaming gets louder, almost bone-crushing, causing shivers to run down her spine and having her hurting more and more for this poor pained soul.

Eventually, she reaches her destination and dares to enter the abandoned house with thrill and a healthy dose of fear pumping through her blood. When she finally gets to the attic, where the cries seem to be coming from, she learns three things right then and there, and none of them are what she expected:

For one, the Wailing Winter Soldier is no ghost or evil spirit. It’s a man. A man, bound to the house for eternal torture, cursed by no one else but the Clan of HYDRA.

For another, it’s not the man who’s screaming, but the house itself—expressing what the man is repressing.

Lastly, the man’s name is Bucky. And Bucky has the bluest eyes and kindest smile Sarah has ever seen, making her heart beat faster as if she was again a teen.

[sarahandbucky]

hi, folks! time for week 2!

🎄fake dating🎄

can’t wait to see what fun holidate shenanigans you folks come up with!

🎄multi-chapter fics, drabbles, one shots, art, moodboards, playlists, headcanons, etc totally welcome!

🎄 tracking: #december in delacroix

🎄as always, please tag adult content appropriately!

🎄and please no non-con or underage stuff

🎄submissions and ask box are both open

🎄questions? comments? concerns? feel free to tag, message, submit, or ask

[tllgrrl]

SEASONINGS by @tllgrrl aka Nefirtiri Jones

Bucky Barnes & Princess Shuri | Rated: SFW

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Summary: Bucky calls in a last minute favor, gets a package from Home, and a phone-call from a Princess.

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”What was that spicy chicken you brought home last time you and Sam stopped off at Wakanda for your arm?” Sarah asked. “That chicken was somethin’ else.”

”Yeah! It was really good!” Cass agreed, carefully pulling a log out of the Jenga tower.

”Your chicken is really good too, Mama,” AJ offered. “But you said it. That spicy chicken was something else!”

That’s all Bucky needed to hear. That was a new mission, and he gladly accepted it.

But there was one key ingredient missing from his Spices and Seasonings Stash in Sarah’s pantry. He didn’t want to use substitute ingredients, so he called in a favor.

A few days later…

He parked his bike in its usual spot by the garage, and he could see the package on the porch as he approached the back door.

The box had the usual shipping labels on it, but there were familiar red stamps on the bottom corner.

One, the insignia of the Royal House. The other stamp, a circle with 3 crossed spears inside it, meant that someone had personally made sure the package arrived safely.

His kimoyo vibrated, then his phone rang, and before he could speak, a bright voice greeted him.

[”Hello!!”]

“Hey, Shuri. The package is here. Thank you.”

[“No problem. The extra items you requested from the Spice Market is in there. Ahmed and Mairah send their greetings and mentioned something about including a lagniappe for you and Sarah.

I would have brought the box myself so I could enjoy the meal you have planned, but something came up and I had to meet with M’Baku and the Council.”]

”The boys would have gotten a kick out of seeing you again.”

[“How are my play cousins?”]

“AJs Mathletes team won regionals, thanks in part to your coaching. They’re going to the State championships. Cass is on the school’s yearbook committee. He’s the first Sophomore ever picked to help edit.”

[“That’s wonderful! And how is my usisi?”]

“Sarah’s great. She’s amazing. I keep trying to get her to hire a few more people so she can take a break, but she really enjoys her work. The business has turned a corner and she’s thriving. I help whenever I can.

I know sometimes I can be what she calls extra—“

[“Don’t I know it!”]

He could almost hear the exaggerated eye roll.

[“So true!!”]

He recognized the other familiar voice. It made him smile, and brought a little bit of homesickness.

“Zat Ayo? Tell her I said Hi, and that Sarah hasn’t thrown me to the gators. Yet.”

[”If that happens, when Sam retrieves the arm he knows where to bring it!”]

“Really? Is that what we’re doin’?”

[“Yes, it is.”]

“Anyway, Sarah asked me to tell you thanks for the gift. We both—”

[“You had better not be using up her hair products, White Wolf.”]

“No, no! I don’t use it alone. We use it together when we..uh…never mind.”

[“I can hear you blushing over the phone!”] she laughs.

”Come on! Give an old man a break, will ya?” he pleads, gladly accepting the gentle ribbing.

[”Oh, but what fun would that be?!”] she replied. [“I remember that you like the shampoo and conditioner from the Golden City Barbershop.

I’m told that when my Father was a young man, he used to put a tiny bit of their hair oil in his beard. Mother said she loved the way it looked and smelled, and that his majestic beard was what first caught her eye! Don’t worry. In the next package, I’ll send enough of our hair products for your whole family.”]

“I appreciate it, Shuri. I really do.”

[“But Sarah’s is for her.”]

He sometimes massages the hair oil onto Sarah’s scalp, and she puts a few drops in her palms, rubs them together and runs her hands through his hair and beard. It’s soothing, and one of his favourite fragrances, reminding him of the calm he felt in Wakanda, before the peace he finally found in Delacroix, Louisiana.

“Message received,” he said, and Shuri could hear the smile that came from deep inside his heart. She was glad to hear it. “Even when things are a little rough, they’re pretty damn good. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

[“You deserve some happiness, Bucky. You deserve to have some life, like your friend Steve got. And as for good and rough times, there’s that saying about variety being the spice of life. I think you have it there.

May Bast continue to smile on you and your family.”]

“Thanks again. Bast keep you safe, your highness.”

[“Hey! What did I say about all that your highness stuff!”]

“Ndizakubona, Shuri.

[“See you soon!”]

He pocketed his phone, picked up the box and headed inside, to get started on the peri-peri chicken he was now going to be able to make for dinner, now that he had all the proper seasonings.

*****

@fleurdelouvemonth 2024 SarahBucky Bingo — Row 3, Square 2: Seasonings

(A moodboard will follow, but I wanted to get this in before midnight tonight. )

[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

[janeykath318]

Flashback Friday: SarahBucky edition

[fleurdelouve]

Adepero Oduye podcast from about a year ago. Speaking on Creativity.

“Remembering who you are is powerful…”

[btwxsixesandsevens]

Dream Sequence: Out West

This idea has totally distracted me from writing my main series for the last 2 weeks. Perhaps this moodboard will be enough to quiet it down...or perhaps this is the springboard as well as a moodboard.

Circa 1872: Miss Sarah Wilson meets Sergeant J.B. Barnes at a church fundraiser...they dance.

[pxresoxl]

For @fleurdelouve and @fleurdelouvemonth

SarahBuckyMonth2021 - Moodboard

PROMPT : Genre-Palooza

Day 1 - Fluff - Baking together