#small detail but on Cass there’s broken wires on the back of their head so I decided that they used to connect to the body

[krazycat6167]

So @somerandomdudelmao made a version of their sona in a dystopia (inspired by @tapakah0 doing the same to theirs) and the person in this ask named the robot C.A.S.5 and I thought, ‘well then there’s at least four other C.A.S. units out and about in the world’ leading to this being the end result! It was a lot of fun to come up with the different customizations each C.A.S. unit has.

also, the design for C.A.S.4 (Cash) was partially inspired by @mobiitez post.

Doodles:

#somerandomdudelmao #tapakah0 #my art #Dystopia au #Mob’s character design session #cass fanart tag #i think #I’m probably not going to make more C.A.S. bots but just know C.A.S.7 or Cast is bird based (not sure which bird yet) and blue for my sis #small detail but on Cass there’s broken wires on the back of their head so I decided that they used to connect to the body #Cash hates Castle while Castle is indifferent unless Cash tries to steal from her #Case is vibing with the farm life and making up little tunes #Cazz is a cross between the crazy old cat lady and a backwoods cryptid - they will stare at you from the shadowed depths of the scrap yard #while making commentary to the parts they keep for themselves and of those parts Benji is the favorite #Battery packs for C.A.S. units attach to the things that stick out their backs for the wires - except Cazz who made some internal modificat #No one knows exactly how since the mods are a chaotic hodgepodge of patchwork but they somehow work #Had a lot of fun watching others make stuff for the impromptu dystopia au the vibes of the world were awesome #Technically fanart #so yeah #enjoy!

[tllgrrl]

“Tell Me A Story” by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Fleur De Louve SarahBucky Month 2023 | Week 2/Day 8: “Tell me a story.” “I don’t know any stories.”

Sarah Wilson / Bucky Barnes. Special Guest: Sam Wilson

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Summary: “Tell me a story.”

“I don’t know any stories.”

“Not according to Cass and AJ.”

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“Sarah. Sithandwa. Sithandwa, yiza apha…”

She looked down at him and would’ve laughed at the request if she wasn’t trying so hard not to cry. Or yell at him. She couldn’t do either because he was lying on the bed, semi-conscious, wearing a hospital gown. There was a cannula in his nose, tubes in his arm, and there were wires connected to monitors taped to his chest and temples.

His Vibranium prosthesis was on the other bed, his kimoyo next to it. They both softly glowed and beeped, the fingers intermittently twitched.

And his ever-present dog tags were on a small stand next to the bed.

Though Sarah couldn’t see his chest or back, she knew the bruises there were already starting to fade, like the ones on his face and arm. But that didn’t mean he was unhurt.

It didn’t mean he didn’t hurt.

The doctor had a whole list of his injuries, both external and internal. No concussion, though. (How is that even possible?)

There was a right eye contusion, and a cut across the eyebrow. His other eye was closed, but he knew she was there.

Later, he would tell her “I could smell you. You smelled…tasty.”

“Your nose was almost broken, James. How—?”

“Broken, but still functioning, nandi.”

But for now…

“Please…ndikundinga, sithanda…”

To avoid the tubes that seemed to be everywhere, she gently put her hand on his ankle.

His eyelid, the one not almost swollen shut, fluttered.

“Ndifuna wena…Sarah,” he sighed.

“What did he say?” Sam glanced over at Sarah.

That one she understood. She looked up at Sam, her mouth opened, then closed, and she looked back at Bucky, trying to hide her face.

He’d been teaching her isiXhosa pretty much since they started dating, and there were some words and phrases she had memorized because of situations.

“Oh. Right. I don’t want to know. I’ll just…leave you two to…”

He reached over and patted Bucky’s shoulder.

“Thank you, man. See you later.”

He kissed his sister’s cheek, “When he wakes up, tell him I’m gonna kick his ass for throwing himself in front of…never mind. You don’t need all the details,” and sat back down in the wheelchair.

“Just hope I don’t kick both your asses for being reckless, Samuel,” she half-teased. “I’ll come by in a little bit, okay?”

“You two behave in here, now,” he gently chided. “Don’t be doing anything provocative, you hear me? I know how you two get.”

The nurse wheeled him out of the room, and started to snicker.

Sam looked up over his shoulder and glared. “What! Keep an eye on them. I’m telling you. They’re…they’re…unreasonable! You have no idea what they do when they think nobody can see—“

After the door closed, Sarah gingerly avoided disturbing the tubes and wires, leaned over Bucky—trying not to take inventory of the cuts and bruises that she could actually see, trying to ignore the fact that she was in a hospital again after all these years—and she planted a soft kiss on his forehead, where miraculously, there wasn’t a single scratch.

“Hey, sweet-talker,” she whispered, “I’m right here.”

“Mmmmm…” he hummed.

She lightly ran her fingers through his hair. Not feeling any bumps or sutures, she did it again, a little harder. He whimpered softly and tried to lean his head into her hand.

“You scared the shit out of me, Bucky.”

She could see the side of his mouth curve up. The side that wasn’t swollen.

“Guess I’m…really in trouble, huh?” He whispered, tried to chuckle, then winced.

“Uh-huh. Don’t think I’m not gonna give you a piece of my mind when you…when…”

(Don’t cry. Don’t cry-don’t cry-don’t cry.)

“Intanda…” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Sarah. Ungandisiyi. Please, don’t leave me.”

“Baby…I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please talk to me. I don’t want to sleep.”

“You need to sleep, James. So you can heal—“

“Tell me a story.”

“But…I don’t know any stories.”

“Not according to Cass and AJ.”

“Oh. So they ratted me out, huh,” she grinned.

“I just want to hear your voice…know that you’re here…that I’m still here…with you.”

“Okay, mthandi. I will.”

As she runs her fingers through his hair, she tells him a story her boys sometimes ask for before they go to sleep.

“Once upon a time, there was a widow with two young sons, and she had a fishing boat…”

He was softly snoring before she finished the first sentence.

She picked up the dog tags that were on the side stand, put the chain over her head and tucked them into her blouse.

Then she pulled a chair over next to the bed, sat, took his hand, and within a few minutes, exhausted and emotionally wrung out, she was asleep, too.

Had she been able to, had there not been all of the tubes and monitor cables and what-all else hooked into and onto him, she would’ve climbed onto his bed and held him.

She doesn’t remember the nurses coming in, waking her, and guiding her onto the other bed in the room.

It had been pushed a little closer to Bucky’s.

She was to his left, away from the monitors and the wires.

As she stretched out on the bed, she slipped his kimoyo onto her right wrist and pulled the prosthesis close.

They put a blanket over her, turned the overhead fluorescences off, leaving the room lit by the soft light over the patient’s bed, and with the sounds of the gentle beeps of the heart monitor, and the soft snores of the couple sleeping next to each other on separate beds.

***

She hears him hum as she plants tiny kisses on his upper arm, still half sleep and smiling.

His fingers are between her legs.

“Molo, nandi…”

“Molo, baby…that feels nice…”

“I’ll bet.”

Then she remembers, and sits up in the bed.

“What—?!”

“I’ve never been jealous of my hand before now.”

She looked down. She was holding his Vibranium arm, and her thighs were clamped around the hand, which, just at that second, chose to twitch, causing her to squeak and giggle.

She saw that his tubes and monitors had been removed, the head of the bed was raised, and he was looking at her, smiling that smile of delight and devilment.

And at that moment came a knock, the door opened, and Sam’s voice called out, “I hope you two are decent in here—“

The nurse pushing the wheelchair didn’t bother to cover the guffaw.

“HA! See? What’d I tell you?!?”

“What, I didn’t see anything, Cap,” the nurse laughed and winked at Sarah and Bucky, who looked at each other, and joined in on the mirth.

“That’s right, Samuel!”

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Thanks for reading my fluffy nonsense!

Also posted HERE on the AO3.

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarahbucky #buckysarah #sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #fleur de louve #fleurdelouvemonth #fleurdelouve month 2023 #week 2 #fan fiction #sarahbucky fanfiction #by tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones