#sarahbucky au

[tllgrrl]

Winter Shortbread: a SarahBucky AU by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

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

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Sarah Wilson and James “Bucky” Barnes are both college professors.

He teaches Political Science and Labor Law on one side of the sprawling campus. On the other side, she teaches Mechanical Engineering and she’s also a Faculty Advisor for a study group in African-American Literature with an emphasis on Black Women authors.

People never guess the two of them are Professors because the misconception is that “Professor” means Old White Man.

Without fail, at the beginning of the school year, some undergrad who didn’t know would try to flirt, thinking maybe she was one of them, until they found out that she was actually one of their teachers.

“Well,” her friends would laugh, “you know what they say!”

“Yeah girl. Even we can’t tell how old we really are!”

Once she wore a head wrap, which sparked a rumor that she was West African royalty. A princess studying in America. Even when she was wearing an LSU t-shirt and jeans, many people believed it.

And as for him? Fellow members of the Law Faculty call him “Professor GQ”.

“How can someone who looks like that be serious?” one of them grumbles, watching him walk across the campus mall.

“Yeah! He’s just wearing jeans, a t-shirt, motorcycle boots and a sport jacket. A sport jacket! Who looks hot in a sport jacket?!”

“Professor Barnes. That’s who,” Professor Daniels drawled, then proceeded to drain her water bottle after he walked by.

(Gulping down his water, Dr. Trudeau agreed.)

Continued on AO3

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Shameless Self-Reblog Sunday! A SarahBucky College Professors/Coffeeshop AU blend, with a dash of meet cute.

And an idea for the coffeeshop logo. I thought of going with New Orleans colors, but text legibility is key for me, so I went with a brighter background, and the text in the same colour family but dark. It is a possible work-in-progress.

All that aside, Thank You for reading! (Or even re-visiting!)

[jbarneswilson]

thank you so much @mamajankyy for tagging me!

rules: post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

“No! Sam!” Bucky jerks awake, heartbeat pounding in his ears. Sweat pours down his face and he wipes it away with fingers that can still feel Sam’s ashes slipping through them.

i tag: @pilesofpillows @dasphinxone @jemgirl86 @xoxoviva @siancore @eusuntgratie @spinachgarden and anyone else who’d like to play!

[fleurdelouvemonth]

Today's prompt is:

Med School/Doctors AU

[rebelmeg]

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!

[thatmexisaurusrex]

The Offering

Hey, people! Here is one of the fics I've made for @marveltrumpshate 2022, The Offering! A sweet Sam/Riley Arranged Marriage Royalty AU Prince!Sam with Wings and Werewolf!Riley Leader of a Small Pack romance. It's longer than I expected it to be but I love it dearly. Enjoy! 🥰

The Offering

| Pairing: SamRiley | Rating: M | WC: 6.7K |

Summary: Small fry Pack Leader Riley Torres wants to make an alliance with the soon-to-be Falcon of the Winged Lands. He's enjoying getting to know Sam as he waits to meet the prince, though.

Excerpt:

“I’ve heard he’s handsome,” said Sam, like he wouldn’t know what the prince looked like. Unless he hasn’t seen the prince either? “I know he’s supposed to be kind,” said Riley with a shrug, “Thoughtful. Smart. A bit of an adrenaline junkie.” Sam snorted. “Really? An adrenaline junkie?” asked Sam, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think that’s so bad. I’m an adrenaline junkie myself. Part of why I climb so well is that I kept trying to reach higher places no matter how deadly it was,” said Riley, a hint of mischief in his tone, “There’s something about the rush, the need for it, the feeling of that high. It’s addicting. I get it.” Sam’s annoyance softened. “Yeah,” said Sam, “I get that too.” “But he’s also hot,” Riley said as he watched Sam laugh, “I’ve heard of him being hot. I probably won’t see him any time soon, but – I don’t know, it would be nice to meet him. Maybe talk. Maybe make a deal with him if he doesn’t choose me.”

READ THE REST ON AO3!

[philtstone]

more magical realism au silliness

i figured i would also post this on tumblr for anyone who has been following along/is interested. climbed the self-imposed hill & wrote more of my beloved "ella enchanted meets the witcher meets shrek meets princess and the diaries” au :)

part 1

part 2

title: try a little tenderness

Sarah’s decided it’s cosmic injustice.

Can’t be anything else. She mostly abides by the law. She gives to her neighbors and raises her sons with manners. She washes her dishes by hand and hauls fish for a living in plain yellow skirts, and when the sun is high in the sky, she sweats buckets like any regular girl. Has she set out into the wide world looking for adventure? Nope. Has she fooled with de-aging spells, or begged some fae fortune teller to pretty her up? Nuh-uh. She is nor-mal . Mundane, actually. Sarah barely even takes the Lord’s name in vain.

“Sweet Jesus,” Sarah says, embarrassingly out loud considering the circumstances.

“Mmmhmm,” says a very pregnant Marlene Franklin, sipping noisily from her lemonade through one of those Friar Joe’s Kingdom Market wooden fast food straws and rocking back and forth a little on the porch swing. Marlene is the neighbour’s daughter and has been for the last ten years. Sarah loves her in the way you do those people whose friendship is the only thing giving sense to the fact that you are friends; for all her fuss and frills, Marlene has seen Sarah through some shit. She continues, “You only just noticing? I’ve been enjoying the view all morning.”

Read more on Ao3

[sarifinasnightmare]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Misty Knight/Sam Wilson, Rebecca Barnes/Original Male Character Characters: Sarah Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Gideon Wilson, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winnifred Barnes, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova, Baron Zemo, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Male Character(s) of Color Additional Tags: Oh Hell where to start, Drama & Romance, Action & Romance, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Danger, Missing Persons, Gun Violence, Threats of Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Mild Gore, Kidnapping, Espionage, Alternate Universe - Steampunk, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Falling In Love, Making Love, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Loss of Virginity, Airships, Technology, Barnes Family Togetherness, Wilson Family Togetherness, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Feels, Awesome Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Protective Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Awesome Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Minor Misty Knight/Sam Wilson, Minor Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Mentions of Natasha Romanoff - Freeform, mentions of Dreykov, Mentions of Clint Barton, Rebecca Barnes is Smart, Family Drama, Pregnancy, Difficult Pregnancy, Miscarriage, fictional countries, Animal Death, Children of Characters, Attempted Murder, Weddings, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, executions, Some men can be assholes, some women can be assholes, Wakanda Summary:

Baroness Sarah and Archduke James were arranged to be married but he went missing for ten years and has now come back....different. Will she melt the Winter Soldier's heart or will she die by his hands?

This story has been GREATLY extended from the first version.

It’s done!!! Hope my readers enjoyed it. 😍😍😍���😍

[palettesofrenaissance]

A random Fleur de Louve (SarahBucky) nsfw prompt: oral under the table

NSFW; AU or canon or whatever your heart desires. Just please tag me so I can read it

Of course my thoughts go to Sarah first

It could be at: a resteraunt with dim lights. Probably at night. It's at a place that uses long table cloths of course. Anyways, Sarah is unsuspecting at first. Perhaps Bucky left hints that this is a 'treat' he had in kind for her but she didn't take him seriously, or it was sprung by spontaneous surprise. Either way, when he disappears, Sarah is surprised to suddenly feel him, so surprised that she jumps, causing the silverware to clatter, but she grins and makes the excuse that she thought she saw a bug (or something). Next thing she knows, she feels her panties being moved and fiddled with as he's spreading her legs wide and kissing up her thighs. She feels his hot breath across her skin and it raises goosebumps. She can't focus on anything, and is desperately trying her hardest to pay attention to her surroundings as to not get caught. When she feels him slide her forward, causing her to slump a bit in her chair, Sarah knows. She knows this isn't going to be easy. And so she bites her bottom lip hard while smoothly covering her mouth as she leans onto her hand by her elbow propped on the table. Bucky also does his best in eating her out as quietly as possible, even as she becomes increasingly wet, but also push her over the edge. Or, at least get her close there. During it all, Sarah can't move. He has his nose buried in her folds, hot breath panting in her coarse curls, and his hands pinning her legs. At one point, she puts a hand under the table to cart through his hair. At one point she fists his hair in a tight grip that would be painful on a regular man. At one point, her eyes roll back. And, he becomes so aroused himself that he can't help to palm at himself but also thinks of a plan to exit without drawing attention

You decide how it should go, but I imagine the end being like: when he comes up from under the table (it could be while there's some kind of distraction outside, like a police chase passing by) he casually wipes his mouth clean, retains eye contain with a very blushing Sarah, and coolly asks her about the food -- if she's still hungry, or if she wants more food, or whatever. Sarah replies that she isn't hungry anymore, or as hungry for food. While chuckling about her, he agrees that they'd leave. (Ignoring the unfulfilled woman across the room watching them enviously, then scolding her date to be more like them. Or, the man not far from Bucky watching his calm performance with an intrigued gleam in his eyes because his wife is currently too shy to be as adventurous and risque.)

Then there's the side where Sarah reciprocated the favor: I don't know where. It could be while he's on a Zoom Video call, it could be while he's playing a card game/virtual card game, or whatever have you that you chose. But either way, Sarah gets her payback. She could have been sweet-talking him all day to the point where she distracts him more than usual, but he has this thing he needs to focus on so he's trying to dodge her. He fails of course when she gets to her knees and begins massaging his crotch. He could try to gently push her away, but then she grabs him and he shuts up, his dick having already begun to harden. And he knows how determined Sarah can be but he's also selfish and wants this so he doesn't fight her anymore, perhaps. Anyway, Sarah takes her time. She builds up the anticipation, teases him, murmurs things at a volume she knows only he can hear to rile him up. It gets so bad that by the time he's completely hard and she's gliding her moist lips down his dick, he's barely even focuses on his task or competition at hand. If it's a card game, he could soon be trying to play it off by leaning his forehead into his tensed hand, trying to hide his face and/or focus. His face would turn red -- "Your face is turning red, Buck. Are you okay?" -- and him feigning frustration and/or confusion. Sarah doesn't stop; she uses her hands, sucks him off, squeezes his balls. She smirks while doing it, and he groans about it -- whether from frustration or arousal or both or whatever else, you choose. At one point he could put a hand on her hair, perhaps gripping it as something to hold on to, probably when he slowly urges his hips forward too. He knows how Sarah is about the way he fills her mouth. Her fingernails dig into his inner thighs. He's barely paying attention to whatever he's doing. (If it's a video call, he could space out. If it's a card game he could be so far in the gutter there's no way he'd win, so they're laughing at him to just quit now.)

However this ends, you decide :)

[fandom-friday]

Submitting for #Fandom Friday:

Star Wars - The Book of Boba Fett

On the Dome by @btwxsixesandsevens

You want a rare pair? I got a rare pair for you with this short, sweet, ficlet featuring Drash & Jo, after castin’ looks during a shootout in Freetown, and Fennec making a way for them to have a bit of alone time during the victory party.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37194733

and

Marvel - The Falcon Captain America and The Winter Soldier / Arcane (“for the vibe and premise”—author)

hopeful by @philtstone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36709789/chapters/91574479

This s a SarahBucky AU, but it basically centers on Sam Wilson and the aftermath of things going terribly wrong, plunging the nation into police state, and superheroes/powered individuals go into hiding.

I had never heard of Arcane, but I jumped into this dystopian world immediately after I read the brief prologue helluva kick-off that ends:

Sam pulls his arm back and throws.

Settle back and enjoy.

OOOOOH I love the concept of both of these so much. Hell yeah for victory kisses and acting on feelings when you're basking in a win. And also, as someone who LOOOOVES Arcane (it's on Netflix and I HIGHLY recommend it. Season 2 coming out this year), I think this could work so well with a Captain America type of AU. These are both such great ideas! Thanks so much for sending them in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[shewhowillrise]

Watching the reimagined Road House movie and I’m thinking SarahBucky au?

[tllgrrl]

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!

[jbarneswilson]

Ooo can I hear more about the werewolf au?

omg hi shana thank you for this ask you don’t even know

we first meet the white wolf when he is injured and has dragged himself to sarah’s back porch right at the start of a winter storm. sarah’s a vet tech who owns a small farm in a rural area. BUT IS THERE MORE TO HER THAN MEETS THE EYE? I DON’T KNOW, SHANA. I DO NOT KNOW. or do i? what i do know is she’s just gonna patch him up and send him back to his pack and his mate once he’s healed… but maybe he doesn’t go, maybe he’s exactly where he needs to be

[fleurdelouvemonth]

𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒆 (𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚) 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 2023 — 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

Weekly Masterlists are compiled to include all entries which will be posted every Sunday until December 5th. These lists can be updated in time.

𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬: 𝑨𝑼 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔

Day one: Celebrity/Bodyguard AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Day two: Coffee Shop/Bakery AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Heart Eyes Over Coffee (AO3 link) by @rebelmeg

The Winter Shortbread (AO3 link) by @tllgrrl

Day three: College Professors AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

The Winter Shortbread (AO3 link) by @tllgrrl

Day four: Space AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

Moodboard by @tllgrrl

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Space: Hell No!! (AO3 link) by @sarifinasnightmare

Day five: Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Day six: Med School/Doctors AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Heart Beat by @tllgrrl

Somewhere Else To Meet (AO3 link) by @endlesstwanted

Day seven: Mermaid/Pirates AU

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Moodboard by @rebelmeg

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As Foam Upon The Sea by @samwpmarleau

The Vengeful Bride (AO3 link) by @sarifinasnightmare

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[janeykath318]

SarahBucky Bodyguard AU w/soulmates

Sarah’s first thoughts when she saw the matching white star appear on the hand of the man she’d just met were “Oh, Lord, he’s hot!” and “Sam’s gonna kill me!”

Her brother’s bodyguard, who he frequently complained about, but who he refused to even think about replacing, did a double take and and gave her a once over.

“Well, soulmate,” he said in a low tone that did things to her, “this is going to be very interesting. Sam might just feed me to the fishes as he’s threatened to do once or twice.”

Sarah gave him a thorough look of her own, then smiled back. “He’d better not try it, or he’ll need more than just a new bodyguard,” she responded, placing a possessive hand on his arm.

[fleurdelouve]

One of the (understandable, arguably objective) difficulties with the SarahBucky / Fleur de Louve ship is the lack of canon content

I mean that: both characters Bucky Barnes and Sarah Wilson were introduced as side characters. The difference is that Bucky has had the opportunity to become opposite of the protagonist, then being a secondary character, until finally being a main character and protagonist (alongside Sam Wilson) in TFATWS/CAATWS. Sarah, so far, hasn't

However, there are other MCU ships whose characters were also sides, but fans have, by large, (arguably) been able to produce many, many, many amounts of content made by loving fans. This includes canon creations and AUs

This is all to bring up the question: If you had free range to direct a SarahBucky / Fleur de Louve canon for the MCU? What would it be? Would it be just a name drop, or an entire scene? Would it be a mini series, a full show, or a film? Alternatively, is it being in canon your first thought, or an AU?

Let your imagination run! ✨️

[philtstone]

My kingdom for hopeful-verse Miles and Kamala (platonically preferred) - any prompt you want, but I think 43 could be nice?

#43 -- piggy back rides part of this au im like 394834 years late answering this but i do finally have something to offer. what was originally meant to be a touching scene where the gang finally runs into kamala's family ended up as ... this ... because the pacing was a disaster and i couldnt salvage it. hopefully i will eventually write the other thing. thank u to @foolgobi65 and @firstelevens for being good friends and talking me thru some of my "uuuugh i hate writing" moments. we didnt quite make it thru but something definitely was achieved.

They break into Walmart through the smelliest part of the garden center. Miles has to carry Kamala piggy back style to do it, and so almost doesn’t catch AJ when he slips and falls face-first towards a big bag of fertilizer. AJ starts giggling upside down beneath the greenhouse window, one leg held up by last-second webbing and the other gripped in Bucky’s right hand. 

When Miles has pictured post-apocalyptic Walmarts in the past, he’s always imagined them to be abandoned. Like maybe some trashed empty shelves, or flickering lights. Spooky wind blowing through the place. That kind of shit. If they wanted to enter one, they’d break the door down, badass style, with the butt of their cool post-apocalyptic rifle.

Miles played through The Last of Us with Uncle Aaron and only got creeped out like, twice; he knows how this stuff works. 

They’d sneak through the empty place all vigilant (that’s a word Dad loved) and he’d grab all the Tylenols from the top most shelf no one else had reached while Peter or Bucky or Sam kept a careful eye trained on their surroundings, and if bad guys showed up, they’d do badass stuff and then drive away tires screeching in their cool getaway pickup truck.

Miles – who should really know better, given the multiple months of this world he’s lived through by now – thinks the reality of life is exponentially more stupid.

“Exponentially,” recites AJ, who has recovered from his near-fall (though Bucky still looks stressed) and is evidently getting more and more bored of holding tightly onto Aunt Sarah’s hand by the minute. “When somethin’ grows by means of a ma-the-matical component.”

He sing-songs mathematical, though he’s a smart enough kid to keep it all to a whisper. While AJ drags his feet, Aunt Sarah, who has been tense since they stepped foot out of Madame G’s house five hundred cross-country miles ago, and is tenser now post AJ-in-fertilizer disaster,  continues flicking her eyes around sharply. She’s fisted her free hand in her hoodie pocket where Miles knows she keeps her knife. Miles wants to tell her that he’s sure his spidey sense would notice if there were any bad guys behind the ant-be-gone displays, definitely, but a niggling little voice in his own head is also stressed out. 

“Is that right, baby?” she asks in an absent whisper.

“Momma, you gotta tell me if I got exponentially right.”

“You got it right, AJ,” says Miles.

AJ heaves the quietest Loud Sigh Miles has ever heard, “Like, we are exponentially not finding any drugs.”

“Pain medication,” Kamala mutters immediately, from over Miles’s shoulder. She twisted her ankle when they all jumped off the moving train.

… Yeah. Life’s been pretty crazy recently. Miles wonders what Dad would say about it.

“I don’t need drugs.”

“That’s exponentially false,” AJ offers.

“Technically,” agrees Miles, “ibuprofen is a drug.” 

“Um, there’s a total difference between necessary medication and drugs?” 

“Morally?”

“Yes,” Kamala hisses. Then she frowns. “No! Wait, no. Sometimes. Ugh – Miles!”

“You’re the one bein’ a hater,” he says, low voice, grinning. “It’s okay, we’ll steal you Tylenol instead.”

“Good,” she mumbles.

“... Which is also technically a drug –” 

Miles gets the last word before all three of them are quelled by Bucky’s silent raised eyebrow.

The reality of life — so much less cool than Miles’s imagination and video games — is that while the old Roxxon big box by the pier in NOLA had been ransacked and half cleaned out ages before Miles and Peter started sneaking in and out, this place is stocked. 

There’s stuff from the floors to the ceilings, and it’s making Miles a little dizzy with the sensory feedback. 

“Maybe it’s ‘cause we’re almost in Texas,” Kamala whispers wonderingly into his ear, as they peer around a corner at a giant car tire display.

It’s not like there are customers inside or anything, which makes the whole thing stupider. Just a big ass Walmart full of shit being guarded by bad dudes with guns, but just for that, they gotta sneak around.

“B.”

“Hm.”

“You know I don’t like splitting up,” Aunt Sarah’s voice comes out in a tense whisper.

They’re camped by electronics, trying to map their route. Miles can’t sense anyone in the aisles immediately close to them but they can still hear the occasional walkie talkie sound off and the distant opening and closing of the warehouse doors on the other side of the building, where the real action is happening. 

Aunt Sarah’s expressed this sentiment before, twice by now actually. The first time was when the whole idea was introduced. Like, hey, wouldn’t it be easier if we split up, and you guys grabbed groceries and jacked one of the big cargo trucks they’ve got sitting in the back lot with GreatValue: Part of Your Community plastered over the side, while we got Kamala’s pain meds? 

There was a whole thing where everyone argued about who was the best at hotwiring trucks. Peter and Sam eventually won out over Bucky, who Miles has a niggling suspicion wouldn’t have left Aunt Sarah and AJ and Kamala anyway. Ned and MJ are doing groceries, with the help-slash-protection of their new and terrifying Wakandan friend Captain Ayo, who Miles thinks actually probably has great taste in snacks.

“I know,” Bucky says, a very quiet statement out of the side of his mouth. His eyes are on the aisle in front of them, and the giant tire display, but something about the way he says it is like, he gets something Aunt Sarah isn’t saying that none of the rest of them can. Kamala claims they’re madly in love, which she told Miles about in the strictest confidence. Kamala is a big believer in being madly in love. Miles isn’t so sure, but the exchange does remind him of his mom and dad, which is an emotion so strong Miles’s already tripping senses stumble over themselves to cope with it, so he shoves it down and ignores it entirely. 

He focuses on Kamala’s uncomfortable squirming instead. The piggy-back ride is because her ankle hurt too much to walk on, and Miles figures it’s probably really sore by now.

“You okay?” he whispers, just to her.

“Ugh,” she admits. She wouldn’t have said anything like that to the adults, he knows.

“So I shouldn’t put you down?” She’d spent ten minutes arguing that she was too heavy for him, outside.

“I’d have a really bad limp,” she sighs, sounding miserable. Bucky’s still kind of limping too, on account of getting mauled by a giant rat thing. That’s what Sam said, anyway.

“Besties in limping,” Miles says, which is worth it for Kamala’s quiet giggle. Aunt Sarah hears them and reaches out her free hand to rub Kamala’s back.

“Escalator route,” Bucky decides on finally. AJ looks up with large and solemn eyes, hopeful that they’re finally gonna get a move on. “There by the freezers, there are enforcers. We go behind the escalators, we won’t run into anyone.”

Aunt Sarah stares hard at the frozen foods aisle, then at Bucky. “How do we know, behind the escalators –?”

“Miles,” Bucky whispers. It’s so low Miles could pretend not to hear him if he really wanted, which is kind of impressive given that they’re sardined so close together Miles is basically breathing in the poor guy’s ear.

“I don’t sense anyone,” Miles says, maybe a little less confidently than he means. Kamala shifts her hands nervously where they clasp around his neck, and the plastic beads from one of her bracelets dig into his collar bone. He clears his throat. “Remind me again why I couldn’t have just grabbed us this shit on my own and got out?”

“Zappy invisibility doesn’t make up for the power of friendship?” Kamala offers.

Bucky shoots them another look over his shoulder. 

“No. Interstate is on the other side of the lot anyway. Going around would’ve been more dangerous.”

“Dude,” Miles says, “how do you do that. You’re like barely moving your mouth.”

“Uncle B used to be a ninja,” AJ whispers solemnly from the floor, now completely resigned to his boredom.

“It’s ‘cause his mom was from New Jersey,” says Kamala. “Everyone from Jersey has mad skills.”

Bucky makes a face, like, why did I ever tell a bunch of kids about my life. Miles is sympathetic.

“I think being from Jersey should count against you in a court of law,” Miles says. “Anyway, no way, B’s a New Yorker.”

“His energy gives matrilineal skill adoption,” Kamala whispers.

“What’s matrilinear?” asks AJ.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” mutters Bucky.

Miles and Kamala grin; AJ makes a shocked Pikachu face at the cuss.  

Aunt Sarah looks tense again. “James.”

He sighs, recalibrates, turns to her: “We’ll be fine.” The hard staring thing resumes. After a second Bucky’s mouth moves, and this time no sound comes out at all, except it kind of looks like he’s saying honey. At any rate, Aunt Sarah’s expression softens. Miles feels Kamala breathe in sharply and dig her fingers into his shoulder like dude, dude, see?! 

Bucky turns back to look at them and Miles tries to school his expression into something totally chill and not interested in the grown-up drama.

“Clear line of sight. You guys good for the rear?”

Miles puffs his chest out a little. “You kidding? With our combined powers?”

“Me and Miles are like a quadruple threat for government watch lists,” Kamala whispers, a crooked tilt to her grin.

Miles tries very hard not to snort out loud. He makes a dumb choking sound instead; Bucky sighs.

The reality of dystopian Walmarts might suck, but it's kind of nice that he has Kamala around, to make dumb jokes about it with. With that thought, they plow forward, to secure the drugs.

"Pain meds!" Kamala hisses, and Miles grins.