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!! 🥳
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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
Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson | Rated: SFW | -500 Words
Characters: Bucky Barnes-Winter Soldier/White Wolf . Alexi Shostakovich-Red Guardian . Yelena Belova-Black Widow . John Walker-US Agent . Ava Starr-Ghost . Sarah Wilson (mentioned)
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“Hey, Sarah. Yeah…I’m okay. Nah, I’m fine. I—what? No, you’re fine. Fine as…never mind. Don’t get me started. I’m not exactly alone right now.“
Alexi tilts forward and whispers, “Yasha has a girlfriend!?”
Yelena raises an eyebrow, tilts in, “He and Captain America’s sister Sarah Wilson are Doing It.”
“What?” Walker all but yells. “Really?! Sam’s sister? Wow! Say, did you know my wife is—“
“Yes,” the others say simultaneously, in various tones of utter exasperation. “We all know.”
“Hey!” Bucky throws daggers at them with his eyes. “Pipe down.” He wishes he could throw actual daggers. He has more than enough knives on his person for each one of them, but he maintains a cool demeanor on the phone.
“So,” he continues, lowering his voice and turning his back for more privacy, “about Christmas. I…I might be kinda late getting back. No. Just some idiots I gotta take care of here. I’ll call you later tonight if I can. Hug the boys for me, okay? Ndiyakuthanda.”
“Aww!” Ava practically squeaks. “I don’t speak Xhosa, but I know what that means.”
“I’ve seen pictures of Sarah Wilson,” Alexi smiles and nods approvingly. “Good choice, Yasha. Beautiful woman. Nice frame. Almost as nice as your mother’s, Yelena. A good, sturdy woman, your mother. Ahhhh, the way she fills out her blue jeans is—“
Yelena’s chin drops to her chest. “Oh my god, Dad! Stop!!” If her hands had been untied, she would have buried her face in them…after using them to choke him out.
“What!?! Am I wrong?”
“Hey, Bucky,” Walker says brightly, “We do have something in common. We both have—“
“No.” He pockets his phone and feels the hilt of the knife in his shoulder holster.
“Okay, pal,” Walker grins. “I mean, we—“
“We’re not the same,” Bucky growls and stalks away. “If Val doesn’t call back soon, I swear ta God…”
The photo is from Entertainment Weekly’s preview of THUNDERBOLTS* and shows Alexi, Yelena, Walker and Ava tied up, and Bucky is on his cellphone while watching them.
Thank you @khululekile for inspiring me to finish this little drabble as we laughed about Walker trying to bond with Bucky over their wives, and Bucky wanting no part of that conversation, especially with the likes of him.
I have a theory that the reason Bucky was just lukewarm to Marvin Gaye's music is that he first listened to it while checking off items from Steve's notebook of things to learn about in the 21st century, almost like a homework assignment. It wasn't until he heard Sarah humming along with background music while she worked on the boat and in the house that he truly thought of modern music as something to be enjoyed for its own sake. Now he loves gospel, and adores Tina Turner along with the Queen of Soul. He remains unimpressed by Marvin Gaye, much to Sam's annoyance and Sarah's amusement.
Thank you, Nonny, for this comment. You sparked something undeniable. I agree with your theory, 100%.
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Bucky tried, really tried. Following directions was a habit he couldn’t shake. So when Sam told him to listen to Marvin Gaye’s “Trouble Man” album, he’d done so with all the diligence of a straight-A student.
He didn’t get it.
He even tried to watch the movie it was a soundtrack for — he just had Vision pull it up, or down load it, or whatever…Good lord, he could watch a 50-year-old movie on demand! — but it didn’t help. That took him down an Internet rabbit hole (another modern miracle slash nuisance) of watching Blaxploitation flicks while he sat around Avengers Tower. He came back to Louisiana feeling absolutely enlightened. One day Sarah, in the course of conversation, said: “Shut your mouth!” he automatically responded, “I’m just talkin’ bout Shaft.”
There had been a lot of explaining to do after that.
But still, didn’t get it.
Saturdays were for cleaning around the Wilson house. And it came with music. Bucky knew what he was in for when Sarah tied her hair up high and turned the radio up loud. It was usually songs from the 70s and 80s, lots of “funk” with a sprinkling of R&B and Gospel. To keep him on his toes, he figured. It made the housekeeping fun, reminded him of being in the service, when the band on base would play over the loudspeaker. He’d once been caught dancing with a mop handle while scrubbing the mess hall. That was a long time ago.
This was now though.
He was out back dumping out the trash, when he heard Sarah say: “Oh, that’s my JAM!” Then her fumbling to get to the speaker to start the song over and turn it up. He didn’t think much of it.
It started out reasonable enough: “Now we’re gonna take the beginning of this song, and do it easy. But then we’re gonna do the finish, rough. That’s the way we do, Proud Mary.”
It had a nice, almost sweet, beat to it. A little groove. They were on a river, the Mississippi he presumed, and singing and happy, and yeah, fine.
He came in the door to see her slowly mopping the floor with broad sweeps: “Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, popped a lot of tang down in New Orleans.”
“Popped a lot of tang?” he’d have to look that one up. Seventies slang was really hard to track.
He kept working, straightening up the mudroom.
Then, as the kids say, the beat dropped.
The horns came in.
Sarah started singing.
“Big wheel keep on turnin’, Proud Mary keep on burnin’!”
The background singers stepped in and it felt like an actual presence in the room, like a whole damn band had shown up.
Sarah didn’t see him. Or didn’t care. Because she was dancing, eyes closed, feet moving frantically, singing into the end of the mop handle as she dragged in across the floor: “Rolling on the river! Doot doot doot doot! Da doot doot doot doot!”
The mop was both dance partner and microphone stand. The table was the audience. The kitchen counter, the band. She commanded it all, her feet double pumping as she danced, her arms spread wide. It was joyous and loud and silly and perfect.
Then she came to the end, one hand over head, with the other she dropped the mop with a clatter and said, proudly to no one: “Mike drop!” Then she bowed. So Bucky clapped. Of course he did.
Sarah startled back to the present and saw him standing in the door way, grin wide.
“Bucky B Barnes if you don’t get back to work!” she snapped, embarrassed and entertained simultaneously, snatching the mop back up into her hands.
“Sorry Kitten, had to…quite the performance.”
“If you tell anyone…”
“Don’t have to. Everyone in town heard you.”
That’s how Bucky met Tina Turner. The second love of his life.
Since we had about 83% people vote that they wanted another annual event, and about 16% people said they did not, this question of the week goes out to those who DO want to have and participate in an annual event:
For 2023 what would you like this year's event to be focused on?
2021 was prompt-focused on mostly seasonal and holiday-based prompts
2022 was a gift exchange (which didn't go well, unfortunately)
Another prompt based event, or not? Do you want to do something new, such as a bingo? Also, share the topics you would like to work with! 💛
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.
Hey! Hey you there! I need to draw your attention to someone who is doing amazing things for the Sarah/Bucky fandom this month.
It's @sarahwilsonbarnes! You guys, this woman has been doing the LION'S SHARE of work for @fleurdelouvemonth, reblogging all the content, supporting the creators, and building the masterlists each week.
Seriously, this event would not be happening without her and Tumblr needs to know how hard she's working.
