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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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sarahandbucky · 1 year

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Summary: Just another one of the many languages running around in Bucky Barnes’ brain.

A language Sarah had a passing...encounter with.

#submission #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarahbucky #buckysarah #sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #sarahbucky fanfic #fanfiction #in love in delacroix

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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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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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palettesofrenaissance · 22 days

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Hi there! I couldn’t message you privately, but I just want to say I am such a fan of your writing and your characterization of 1940s Bucky & Sarah. I was reading through Look for the Silver Lining, and saw that you archived it. Would it be too much to ask for a copy? I would love to finish what you have written. I am so enamored with your writing and the story you built for them!

Um, thanks? Yes, that work has been archived and hidden for a good while now. However, before I give my answer, there are several aspects to you and asking this question that confuse me greatly.

Wait, when have you read that work? Not only have you never seen your username among the kudos and you've never left a single comment either. Not only that but I don't recall ever seeing you in my blog's activity. You don't even follow me. So, on the presumption that you actually do love that work like you claim, one can see how your ask doesn't line up

On top of that, if you've ever created womething yourself, or when you finally do, you will probably get to see firsthand how utterly insulting your ask is. Not just to finish someone's work after she's (me) been begging for interaction for years, but the fact that it's coming from a stranger in every way out of the blue

As for my answer: Thank you, it's flattering and lovely to hear that you are probably passionate about the story I wrote, but I still have hopes of returning to it some day and won't in good faith if I know someone else is out there attempting to finish it whether "for me" or not. And no, there won't be a copy provided and that work is going to remain archived and hidden indefinitely

#changed his account name so I updated the link and tags #stateofd-art #stateofd_art #sarahbucky #entitlement #white entitlement #fanfic discourse #entitled readers #darling_deville

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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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sarifinasnightmare · 3 months

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson Characters: Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Joaquín Torres, Kamala Khan, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Tracksuit Mafia (Marvel), Original Female Character(s) of Color Additional Tags: Wilson Family, Captain America Sam Wilson, Protective Bucky Barnes, Awesome Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Family Bonding, Unplanned Pregnancy, Government Agencies, Action/Adventure, Family Fluff, Attempted Kidnapping, Running Away, New York City, new heroes, Post-Ms. Marvel (TV 2022) Season 1, Post-Episode: s01e06 So This Is Christmas? (Hawkeye), Spoilers for Movie: The Marvels (2023), Not Canon Compliant with Season 1 of Secret Invasion (TV 2023), Post-Black Widow (Movie 2021), Mention of Maya Lopez, Post-Echo (TV 2024), Mild Spoilers for Echo (TV 2024) Summary:

After Bucky met Sarah and her boys, all he wanted was a quiet life in retirement. Not so easy a request for a man as complicated as him, especially with a special baby on the way.

IT IS COMPLETE!! Lots of cameos, action and my own idea of how the next chapter of the MCU could go.

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #Wilson family #sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #buckysarah #sarahbucky #ao3 link #a03 fanfic #tfatws #marvel fanfic #pregnancy #super soldier baby #fleur de louve

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ninesdb · 1 year

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I DID IT GUYS! I wrote a thing!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Compliant, Sam Wilson-centric, Mentioned Bucky Barnes Summary:

When Bucky isn't home and doesn't answer his phone either, Rhodey goes to Sam for help.

#sarahbucky #sam wilson #rhodey #james rhodes #bucky barnes #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction

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jbarneswilson · 11 months

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6 and 16!

hi viva! thank you for the ask!!!!

6. What nasty/evil/maladjusted character traits do you enjoy exploring in your little meow-meows?

so, like, the sarahbucky mafia au i keep talking about—but not writing because i’m going through a dry spell and that’s okay!—im exploring james being the villain sans redemption. don’t get me wrong, he fucking loves sarah and worships the ground she walks on but he will straight up kill a motherfucker and not lose any sleep over it. my man does not care. there is no secret heart of gold here. he’s a bad man who does bad things because they make him a lot of money and he likes having a lot of money. and i think that is very sexy of him.

16. Do you primarily want your readers to feel sad or turned on (or both) (or neither)?

well, i mean, it depends on the fic, really. sometimes i want people to feel sad and sometimes i wanna be their fairy godmother of horniness, leaving a steamy lil fic under their pillow.

send me cursed & deranged asks!

#viva asks #fanfic asks #sarahbucky thoughts #sarahbucky mafia au

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tllgrrl · 9 months

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The Six-Triple-Eight by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

@sarahbuckybingo Summer Prompts Fest 2023

Week 6 Prompt - “Alternate Universe”

Sergeant!Sarah Wilson / Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes | Rating: SFW

Summary: December 1944 - Sgt. Sarah Wilson arrives in the UK—Birmingham, England to be specific—to assist in setting up the facilities and living quarters for a new squadron, the 6888th aka “the Six-Triple-8th”, scheduled to begin arriving in 2 months.

(See Notes at end.)

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“Need some help with that, ma’am?”

“No thanks, soldier. I got it.”

“Okay, but the street’s wet and slippery, your footing isn’t too steady, plus that handle looks like it’s about to—“

“No, really. I…appreciate your…Oh!! OH!!!”

And before she finds herself flat on her back with her duffle and knapsack on top of her, in the large puddle of water her driver purposefully parked in (she saw the smirk when he jumped out, leaving her to unload her own bags), Sgt. Sarah Wilson is pulled away and into the arms of a soldier.

A White soldier, with dark hair, blue-grey eyes, a good-natured grin, and very strong arms.

“Oh, no. No…I’m…pardon me…" She quickly searches for the insignia denoting rank, but there are none on this uniform which looks nothing like what other soldiers she’s seen wear.

“You can let me go now,” she says evenly. “I appreciate your help.” And not knowing his rank, she quickly added “Sir.”

She tried to extract herself from the man’s arms before anyone could see the two of them, but judging by the slight quirk of his lips and that amused look in his eyes, he wasn’t in a hurry to let go.

She’d seen that look before, but in addition to that look, something was a little bit familiar about him. She felt sure she’d met him before. And maybe he was just another one of the hundreds of soldiers she’s seen since she enlisted. Maybe. But that look in his eyes. For some reason, she sensed more mischief than threat. Still—

“I don’t need this kinda trouble here,” she whispers under her breath while trying to avoid being pulled any closer. “I just want to do my job and get back to—“

He makes sure her feet are under her before releasing her, and he takes a small step back as she straightens her uniform, adjusting her jacket collar and making sure her cap wasn’t askew.

“Thank you. I just got here and would’ve ended up looking like a…a wet hen in front of my C.O.”

“No problem. I was just tryin’ ta give you a hand there. Sorry ya just got here and already ya wanna leave…Sergeant.”

(This place may be named Birmingham, but he’s definitely a Yankee. Wait—)

“You…you heard that? I didn’t mean to—“

“You were saying that you wanted to leave.”

“I’m so sorry! I tend to talk to myself. Didn’t realize I was that loud.”

“No, it’s not that. It wasn’t loud. It was nice. Your voice is really nice. It’s just my hearing is…my senses are…I’m a sniper. Let’s just say I got good eyes and ears.”

“Well, really…thank you for your help…um…”

“Barnes,” he says, offering his hand. “Sergeant James Barnes, Special Operations. You can call me Bu—“

“Sergeant Barnes,” she addresses him and shakes his hand.

He holds onto her hand for a few seconds longer before letting go, and to her surprise, for a few seconds longer she lets him.

“Its a pleasure to meet you. I’m Sergeant Sarah Wilson, Six-Triple 8 Postal Delivery Battalion.”

“Say, you’re with that new all-women unit coming in to deal with the mail? The troops have been dying to get mail. It’s rough being over here as it is, especially with Christmas coming soon. Not hearing from home, a fella can feel pretty low.“

“No mail, low morale.”

“You got that right, sister. I mean, yes ma’am.”

“No mail, low morale is our motto.

I was told that at least a million pieces of Mail are backlogged ‘cause it’s coming in so fast, and a lot of it is just addressed to a name. Sometimes it’s a last name or even just a first name. On top of that, troops are just moved around so quickly that the mail can’t catch up with them. We’re going to be working 24/7 trying to figure out who these letters and packages are meant for and where the recipients are presently stationed.

And we have to make sure letters get back to families whose sons aren’t coming back home.”

“So…where’re they setting you all up?”

“I’m here to do some preliminary work at the site of an abandoned school where we’ll be living and working. They had to make sure there were quarters for Colored women. Had it been a few of us, they’ve put up a tent just outside of the warehouse.

Anyway. We’ve got our work cut out for us and we’ll be ready to go when we all get here.”

“If you need help finding anybody, if you need anything, just ask. Now…” he lifts her bags and steps aside. “lead the way.”

“As I said, Sergeant, I can take my own bags. It’s just down the road a piece. The driver said he had to get the jeep back to London or he’d’ve taken me out to the…look, It’s really not that far. Hey! Wait!” She runs after him, trying to avoid the puddles in the street. “Come back!”

“No ma’am. I insist. My Ma didn’t raise a bum that’d let a lovely lady like you—“

“Sergeant, please! People can hear and see you—“

“You and your squad are going to be doing us all a big favor,” he says, emphatically, slowing and finally stopping. “I mean, everybody here’s got people back home who care about them. I got a Ma and little sister in Brooklyn and they started writing me letters almost the day I shipped out. I been moved around a lot lately, and I know their letters and packages haven’t all gotten to me. Especially anything from Ma. She thinks all she has to do is write Jamie on the envelope, and the Army just knows who or where I am!”

“Jamie?”

He looks down, smiles to himself, shaking his head, and Sarah knows exactly why her job is important for the war effort.

“That’s what she…it’s James.” He looks back up and into her eyes. “You can say I’m selfish, Sargent Wilson, but I’d owe ya the Moon if you found something in that warehouse that my family sent to me.

Tell ya what, to show my appreciation in advance, there's a nice little pub here. Two world wars and they’re still in business. I hope I’m not being too forward, but, I’d like to take you out to dinner. Or, at least let a guy buy you a drink…or a cuppa coffee maybe sometime…if you’d like, that is.”

There’s an interesting mixture of confidence and charm with a little touch of bashfulness that almost catches her off guard.

“Sergeant Barnes, your dinner offer is kind, but…I’m sure you know that it might not be such a good idea you and I, socializing. After all, we’re—“

“We’re the same rank, on the same team, fighting the same enemy, Sergeant. If you’re worried about anybody having a problem ‘cause we’re…look, I’ve ve had drinks at that pub with all kinds o’ soldiers from all kinds of units, and nobody’s said a thing.

Well…except a Corporal one time.”

He glared off into the distance, and Sarah saw his eyes slightly narrow as if he was remembering something. He started walking again. Then he stopped and looked at her.

“The guy was a louse. A bigot, and a bully,” he continued. “It’s a shame what happened to his nose. And his teeth. My hand healed up pretty quick, though.

Nobody starts trouble when I show up at the pub with my friends.

Whaddaya say? By the way, I’m not expecting anything from you except your company, if that’s what you’re worried about. I don’t want you to think I’m some kinda creep or something. I’d really like to take you out to dinner.”

Sarah looked at the sniper with the sharp, blue eyes standing in front of her, holding her dufflebag and knapsack like he was holding someone’s precious possesions. And looking at her like he wanted her to believe what he was saying.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t eaten in a Mess Hall with a fellow soldier, but it was the Colored Mess Hall, with a Negro officer, not a public establishment with a White Sergeant.

There was something about this Sergeant, though, that made her feel like he was kind and could definitely handle any trouble that could possibly arise.

“Friends, huh? Okay, Sergeant.” She started walking. “I’ll think about it.”

He fought the urge to comment about her legs, but he did enjoy watching her walk away for a few steps before he began to follow her.

“Swell! Say, do you like music? Some o’ the guys are having a Christmas show…”

Out of the corner of her eye, the smile she saw that lit up his face was a little bit like he’d hit a jackpot, and a little bit like he was relieved she’d agree.

She almost laughed out loud at his exuberance, but still kept her demeanor professional in case eyes were on them.

Honking horns and shouting drew her attention to where she saw a small convoy of jeeps arrive.

The man driving the first jeep was dressed like Santa Claus and he had a bushy dark mustache over the phony white beard on his chin. He was smoking a cigar, and on top of his Santa hat was a bowler.

“Ho-ho-ho!!” He shouts as the other men laugh and join in.

The rest of the men were quite an interesting group: including one colored, one Asian, one man was wearing a cravat and a beret. They were all armed to the teeth, but they had a tree and packages, along with some baskets and bags of what looked like food and what seemed to be a small keg, and they looked vaguely familiar except one man, who was absolutely familiar.

Even from where she was she could see he was a little taller than Sergeant Barnes (who is a bit taller than her) and though he was muscular, he wasn’t burly. Physically, he was almost perfect in his blue uniform with red and white stripes and a star on the chest.

The man looks over at her and the Sergeant, smiles, and gives a wave. She’d seen him—all of them—in the newsreels back home.

(And he’s carrying a…)

“Excuse me, Sergeant, but…is—?”

“That’s my friend Steve,” he says waving back, “and that’s his squadron. We’re called The Howling Commandos.”

She looks back at the man holding her duffle and knapsack, and it dawns on her that she has seen him before. He’s Sargent Bucky Barnes.

“Come on,” he laughs, heading over to the group of boisterous soldiers, and carrying her bags with him. “I’ll introduce you to the fellas.”

She rushes to keep up and makes sure she doesn’t whisper aloud, thinking:

(Oh, Lord…what am I getting myself into over here? And wait ‘til Mama and Daddy hear that I met Gabe Jones!)

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SarahBucky Summer Prompt Fest 2023

Week 1: “Cookout” - Wilson Cookout Playlist

Week 3: “Cass & AJ Wilson” - Formal Introduction

Week 5: “Beat the Heat” - 7th Inning Stretch

Week 6: “Alternate Universe” - The Six Triple-8

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NOTES:

This quick little ficlet was inspired by the real-life 6888th Central Postal Delivery Squadron, an all woman, predominantly Black (with at least one Puerto Rican and a Mexican woman) squadron assembled to handle the enormous backlog of mail sent to the American troops in the European Theater during World War 2.

Images in my little moodboard are from their website and I’m not using them for profit, just inspiration and, yes, educational purposes because these women were real and heroes.

Please know that I used the words “Colored” and “Negro” on purpose as this story is set in the 1940s.

They are NOT pejoratives. They fell out of favor and were replaced by “Black” (at one time an insult, later embraced and owned by us and capitalized) and then “African/Afro-American”.

Sidenote, Kerry Washington will be starring in and Executive Producing a movie telling the Six Triple Eights’s story, and they’ll be back in production as soon as the AMPTP comes to their senses and comes correct by negotiating with the Writers Guild and the Screen Actors Guild. (#union strong.)

Thanks for reading!!

Also posted on the AO3. <—A bit more fleshed out!

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khululekile · 1 year

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Khululekile’s SarahBucky Bingo Round 1 Master List

SarahBucky Bingo Challenge Round 1 🩷🥴

🖤🩶🩷🖤🩶🩷🖤🩶🩷🖤🩶🩷🖤🩶🩷🖤🩶🩷

B1 • Parenting • Square - “Abstract Art”

SFW Friendly- General Audience

N3 •Free Space•

O3 •Setting: Wakanda• Square - “Not Length, But Depth”

SFW Friendly - Teen/Mature Audience for talks of Death

So I didn’t hit bingo this round, but next round I will 🦾🥹💕

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@spinachgarden

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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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fleurdelouve · 1 year

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Hi!

Is there a list of Black writers for the Sarah/Bucky Fandom?

I don’t know where or how to start looking. And it’s Black History Month so I’d like to reblog Black Fan Fic Writers whenever possible.

Thank u.

We actually haven't gotten around to making a compilation/list for much, due to this being such a small fandom. But that's a great idea, and I'd be happy to make one!!

To help us out, please reply to this post if you're a Black writer (female or male, it doesn't matter) who writes for the ship Fleur de Louve (SarahBucky). I myself am one!! ❤

If there are any replies, I'll get started making the list Saturday morning

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philtstone · 2 years

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“summertime” ch. 6

[full fic here]

“What d’you think, Aunt Sarah?”

“Hm?”

Sarah’s doing accounts. The one good thing about accounts is that they don’t really change no matter where you are. Math stays the same and all her fuckin’ spreadsheets remain a pain in her ass. Kamala is supposed to be helping her – asked eagerly to do it thrice over this morning – and she is for the most part, but she’s also distracted every few minutes by Michelle, who is across from them sipping solemnly on a diet Pepsi and compiling a list of songs very in her dilapidated sketchbook. The quiet murmur of the pre-noon bar, empty, keeps them company.

“What do I think what,” Sarah says.

“Woman Like Me,” Michelle says. “For the girlboss mixtape.”

“Technically it’s a playlist,” says Kamala helpfully. “He’d listen to it on an iPod.”

An old iPod – it’s one of those novelty colours (blue like his eyes) and scratched. The kids insisted he keep it for himself so that they could foist their respective media obsessions – tastes, fancies, whatever keeps them occupied and distracted in the daily doldrums, they got that DnD game, too – onto him under the guise of cultural education. Sarah thinks mostly they just miss having friends to talk about stuff with at school, and Bucky is a good listener. He doesn’t tease or have stubbornly established taste like Sam does and declares favourite songs in a way Sarah hasn’t got the mental energy to do. All the media files are pirated because official avenues mean imprisonment and torture. And also, because they are insanely expensive.

“Oh, he already knows that one,” she says distractedly. One of those early days, Before, she came home to her brother’s rental in the driveway, her brother in the backyard with the boys, and James Barnes scrubbing down the inside of her fridge and serenely humming the Little Mix song she’d played the previous afternoon in the car.

She’d thought then that maybe life had turned around for the better.

Michelle blinks, then says, “Okay, yeah. The embarrassing white dad energy checks out.”

Kamala giggles. Sarah starts a new column and says, “But God, I thought you girls’d finished that mix weeks ago.”

“It’s a new one,” chirps Kamala. “Part two.”

“I’m doin’ it here so I can get you and Kamala’s takes,” Michelle adds, peering at her list and chewing on the tip of her pen. “It came to my attention that we have multi-generational wisdom at our disposal.”

Multi-generational wisdom makes Sarah think of her grandmother again. She hums behind her teeth and stares down at her numbers. She keeps losing her spot because instead of math her head is full of the previous night’s mundane terror – it amounted to nothing really – and the desperate way she is missing Bucky’s presence. He’s had a couple bad spells. Rhodey’s visit overlapped with their attempt to breathe and move past it and then what happened. She thinks he is okay now, just sleeping poorly. He spent last night downstairs with Sam. But Tuesday, yeah, it was bad: sluggish all day and then at four a.m. she woke up to him sobbing and trembling in a corner. He wouldn’t let her touch him. Sarah knows it was not personal but it left her feeling helpless anyway.

“Survivor by Destiny’s Child,” she says, plugging the last few numbers into their handy-dandy calculator. “And uh, there’s a Kelly Clarkson one.”