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BREAKING NEWS: SAM WILSON AND BUCKY BARNES INTERVIEW EACH OTHER? CONFUSING NEWS REPORTER (NO ONE ASKED THEM TO DO THIS, THEY JUST STARTED INTERVIEWING EACH OTHER. THEY WON'T GIVE UP THE MIC).
This is for @samsseptember's Day 13 prompt, "Interview". This is a goofy little idea where these two dorks start messing with each other on live television. Enjoy! 🥰
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Samtember Day 20: Bird Telepathy/Redwing
Based on this prompt by @thatmexisaurusrex
@samsseptember
#samtember#samtember2023#sambucky#winterfalcon#onlysambucky#my sambucky art tag#fanart#doodle#sam wilson#bucky barnes#redwing
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Samtember 2023 Calendar, Rules, and Guidelines!
Hi, Sam Wilson Nation! It's that time of year again when we all get together to celebrate our beloved Sam Wilson's birth month. That's right, it's ✰samtember2023✰ !!! 🎉
As per usual, the event will be running from Friday, September 1st to Saturday, September 30th and there will be prompts set for each day:
Fluff/Family Week (and Two Days):
September 1 - Free Space
September 2 - First Flight | Riley
September 3 - Delacroix | Louisana
September 4 - Siblings | Uncle Sam
September 5 - Fishing | Camping
September 6 - Day Off | Vacation
September 7 - Memories | The Future
September 8 - Figaro | Sick Day
September 9 - Carnival | King of Mardi Gras
Captain America Week:
September 10 - Cap Quartet 2.0 | Mission Fic
September 11 - Workout | Team Training
September 12 - Shield | Legacy
September 13 - Interview | Rumor
September 14 - Magic | Multiverse
September 15 - Undercover | Amnesia
September 16 - Night Out | Madripoor
AU Week:
September 17 - Wings | Angel
September 18 - Western AU | Cowboy
September 19 - Celebrity AU | Royalty AU
September 20 - Bird Telepathy | Redwing
September 21 - Zombie AU | Apocalypse AU
September 22 - Hurt/Comfort | Disaster Fic
September 23 - Birthday 🎂🧁
Canon Week:
September 24 - In the Air Force | Time in D.C.
September 25 - Part-Time Avenger | On the Run
September 26 - Working for Fury | Wakanda
September 27 - Post-Blip | TFATWS
September 28 - Post-TFATWS | Meanwhile, On the Boat
September 29 - Uniform | Cap Suit
September 30 - Sam Wilson
We have opened a collection on AO3 that can be found here, or by typing samtember2023 in the add to collections option.
You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2023 or tag this blog @samsseptember - works will be reblogged every day throughout the month.
Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!
What works count for this fan event?
Any of the following count:
fanfic
podfic
fanart
gifsets
photosets / moodboards
graphics
Haikus
videos / edits
playlists
Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you!
The rest of the FAQ and rules are under the cut.
FAQ
What is this?
It’s a Sam Wilson fan event.
Is there any pressure?
No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on for the month. Do however many you please.
Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?
Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all 30 prompts at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single day in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.
Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?
Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.
Should the work I make be Sam Wilson-centric?
Yes. You can make a gen work or a piece with any ship with Sam Wilson in it, but the main focus should be Sam Wilson.
How long will this event run?
It will run from September 1st to September 30th.
I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?
There will be! They will come out daily.
Do I have to post my fic for the prompt on the day of the prompt?
You can if you'd like, but it's okay if you post a piece on a day other than the day of the prompt.
RULES AND GUIDELINES
What are the guidelines for the event?
I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.
For Everyone:
1. Remember to tag @samsseptember in the post as well as #samtember2023.
2. Please also tag the prompt you’re using (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).
3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:
a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.
b ) Add it to The Samtember Collection (under Samtember2023).
For Artists:
1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.
2. All visual art forms are welcome:
a ) Gifsets or photosets, at least 3 gifs or photos.
b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.
c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.
d) Fan video.
e) Graphics edit.
For Authors:
1. At least 500 words.
2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.
3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.
For Podficcers:
1. The podfic should at least be 10 minutes long.
2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.
3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.
Things to be mindful of when creating:
For Sam
Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).
Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.
In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.
General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.
Specific Tags:
Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift” and “Sam Wilson is a Saint”.
Have fun and we look forward to your Samtember 2023 works!
#samtember2023#sam wilson#sam wilson event#fan event#marvel#captain america#tfatws#captain america 4#the falcon and the winter soldier
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Samtember Day 13: Interview | Rumor
((I chose Rumor for Day 13 of @samsseptember))
Exclusive photos definitely not provided by Peter Parker
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Samtember ‘23, Post-Canon SamBucky, 10K Words
Summary:
When Bucky had asked if Sam minded if he took the lead on his special day because he wanted everything to be a surprise, Sam had been, well, surprised. No, they hadn’t been together on Bucky’s birthday, but Sam had insisted they hang out, and the whole thing was like pulling teeth — not the hanging out part, but the celebrating Bucky’s birthday part. So, yeah, Sam was definitely a little surprised by Bucky’s offer, but he had readily agreed. Birthdays were pretty much tailor made for surprises, and Sam wasn’t any more immune to enjoying them than anyone else.
Or: Sam just wants to have a good birthday, Bucky just wants to give Sam, well, everything, and Sarah just wants Bucky to get it together.
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A loose interpretation of the @samsseptember prompt memories // Rated: M (ish) // CW: thinking of previous violence and injury // suffer my inability to use proper tense throughout
Sometimes, when Bucky is straddled over Sam's hips and his hands are everywhere on Sam's body, Sam remembers watching that hand, this arm, punch through his windshield and rip his steering wheel right out of the car. It had been too chaotic for him to really be afraid. He'd searched after the phantom before doing anything else. The first of many times he chased after a shadow in his periphery in the shape of Barnes.
Despite everything else about the fight on the bridge, that night, he'd sat on the edge of a cot and stared at his own arms. There were tiny cuts littering the skin of his forearms. The reminder of the glass shattering inwards sent a wild, bubbling laugh through Sam's chest. His left thumb had been dislocated when the steering wheel disappeared. Steve had reset it, but the bruise and ache were still ugly and obvious.
Just a few days ago, Bucky had held that same hand between both of his, pried out a splinter that Sam was being a baby about on purpose, and then kissed away the teeny well of blood that followed.
Sam wondered what Barnes' hands had felt like all those years ago. He'd become a big fan of skincare--the slippery slow from haircare--but Sam had seen his hands back then. Long fingered and elegant. Wrapped around a gun or clenched into a fist. Strong and sure, unhesitating. He bet they felt great when they weren't being controlled by marionette strings stitched into Barnes' mind.
Bucky touches him now every which way. Sometimes how Sam asks and sometimes how he needs without asking. He taps Sam's hip to step behind him in the kitchen. He grabs his shoulder to move him in a fight. He trails teasing, tickling lines up his thigh during meetings. He brushes along Sam's neck while they're watching a movie and Sam is slowly falling asleep beneath Bucky's arm. He puts his hand over Sam's chest to count his heart beat.
Sometimes, he grabs his shoulder and Sam feels a wing ripping away. The air rushing past him as he freefalls, stomach aching from a phantom kick.
Sometimes, he touches Sam's face and Sam is back in Germany, about to be thrown into an elevator shaft.
They're weird bursts of memory. Sam's interrogated it. He's not scared. There's no twitch or jump or moment of confusion or suspicion between them. It's not all the time. He trusts Bucky with his life, with his body, with his soul.
But still. There's this weird impression down through the muscle and bone of him, a bad bruise that isn't on the skin anymore but still twinges at the most random of times. A scar in the wood of him that has been buffed out but still, impossibly remains.
Bucky kneels behind him, pulls him off of his elbows with a gentle, firm hand around the neck and Sam moans and jolts and trusts him. Bucky puts his teeth to the meat of Sam's shoulder and Sam leans back into it. Bucky takes him in hand, the metal hand, and strokes him over the edge while Sam begs for more.
And then they fall over in bed and he brings his fingers up to Sam's temple to wipe away a drop of sweat and suddenly Sam is behind a glass wall in a prison beneath the ocean with a throbbing bruise across his face. He's on a jet and Barnes is looking at him, really looking at him, for the first time. And his fingers come up to the same spot.
"I'm sorry," he says for the first time.
"You didn't do this one, cyborg-brains," Sam answers. He's still running on fumes of insults and school yard names after seventeen hours in a car.
"No, I'm sorry for all of it. All the way back to your rental."
"Who the hell told you it was a rental?" Sam asks. And Barnes doesn't look over to Steve, but Sam knows anyway.
Bucky has said sorry a million times over. Sam had expected each one to erase a bruise, but it always seems to tattoo them down lower instead. A shadow in the water, the unexpected nip at his ankle. Never bad, just surprising. And Sam wouldn't dig them out for anything. They're not just a tattoo, a scar, a bruise. They're the foundation of growth exponential.
Bucky's fingers are on his cheek now and he leans over to kiss Sam's eyebrow. "Thank you," he says this time. "For all of it."
All the way back, Sam thinks. And all the way forward too.
#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#captain america#sambucky fanfic#the falcon and the winter soldier#samtember2023#writing
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Happy Birthday Sam Wilson!!!!
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Been Runnin' Ever Since
SamBucky | Rated T | 3,927 words | Complete | AO3
Written for @samsseptember's Samtember 2023, prompt: Riley
A very special thanks to @questinwitchface for beta reading for me!
Summary: Sam's still grieving over losing Riley when he goes on his first date in two years. He's not expecting to feel anything until he locks eyes with a man who's not his date for the evening.
Excerpt:
Grief is endless. That’s all Sam has concluded from these long months. Every day, he waits to feel lighter, to finally feel okay, but he continues to struggle with the loss of his partner. When he decided to try dating again it wasn’t because he necessarily wanted to but because everyone told him it was the only way to move on.
The bar is small. The music's loud enough that Sam has to nearly shout to answer each question his date asks. His date is... fine. Handsome, anyone would probably say. He has dirty-blonde hair that hangs in thick strands over his eyes, a strong jaw, and a drawl to his voice that makes Sam think he's originally from the South. He's nice enough, Sam thinks.
His date's name is Austin. Austin reserved them a table which in this tiny bar means one of the small tables that line the walls where the back of each chair is pressed up against another. But at least, he made a reservation.
Sam looks at his date again. Austin is handsome, he has to remind himself once more. He stopped seeing people after Riley. He knows what other men look like and understands people like Austin are attractive but it doesn't register in his brain when his head feels like fog most of the time, clouded by a grief he can never fully let go of.
When Austin gets up to use the bathroom, Sam shamefully lets out a breath of relief for the moment of solitude. He checks his phone, wondering how much longer he has to stay before seeming rude. Another twenty minutes, he decides, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
Then he looks up and meets the eyes of a man sitting at the table across from his.
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Kissing Sam Wilson #4 - Kissing Uncles - sambucky (526 words)
@samsseptember prompt - Siblings | Uncle Sam
“We saw something,” AJ told his mother, his eyes wide. Sarah Wilson was used to such enthusiasm from the boys, but not necessarily this much confusion. Her son looked at her, frowning, but not with displeasure, mostly with curiosity. “Cass and me… we saw Uncle Sam and Bucky…”
“What were they doing?” Sarah asked, narrowing her eyes.
She knew that those two were becoming a thing, but she swore, if her son had caught them in an inappropriate moment, she was going to have words with them. She had avoided a lot of that talk as she’d been a single mom for most of the boy’s lives. If she had to deal with it now, on top of everything else…
“They were kissing,” AJ said with a gasp, as if it was something shocking. Thank goodness for the precious world of a child, where a kiss was something scandalous. “Why would they be kissing? I’ve never seen two boys kiss…”
Sarah bit her lip to suppress a smile. Kissing. It was just kissing. Also, small town Louisiana life hadn’t led to her son seeing many queer couples yet, so it wasn’t surprising, just a good learning opportunity. Sam had been out since they were pretty young, but had always been the type to keep quiet unless he was in a relationship, and the boys were far too young to remember Riley.
“Well, you know,” she said, looking at her son with a soft smile. “Some boys prefer to kiss boys and others prefer to kiss girls. Some also don’t have a strong preference either way and will kiss both depending on who they fall in love with.”
“I heard that before,” her son pointed out. “It just seems weird…Uncle Sam likes Bucky then? Like like-likes?”
“Yeah, I think he like-likes him a lot,” she said honestly.
The boy took a moment, contemplating that. Then, he surprised his mother by smiling widely. “Hey mom, if adults like each other they get married sometimes, right?” he asked. “Like you and dad were married before he died…”
“Yeah…”
Where was this going? She raised an eyebrow, curious.
“Well, if Uncle Sam is kissing Bucky, then they might get married someday,” AJ said matter-of-factly. Sarah couldn’t deny that kind of logic. “You don’t really kiss someone unless you want to marry them, or that’s gross. So, Sam must want to marry Bucky some day.”
“Makes sense,” Sarah said, hiding her smirk.
“Okay.”
Sarah didn’t think about the conversation much until dinner that night. Sam and Bucky were still working on getting a permanent place in Delacroix and staying with her and the boys until that was done. They were sitting at the table and Sarah was in the middle of setting a tray down when Cass told Bucky he was their new uncle.
“No,” AJ objected. “He will when Sam and Bucky get married. They’re not married yet.”
“But it’s like you said,” Cass argued. “If they were kissing like that, then they have to want to get married. If not, it's gross.”
Sam and Bucky both stared and Sarah couldn’t help laugh hysterically.
“To be fair, it is gross.”
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"Long, Separate Vacations, Eh?"
For @samsseptember's Samtember 2023 event's day 6 "Vacation" prompt. A moodboard in which Sam and Bucky go on that long vacation, but they do it together and get up to some chaotic winter shenanigans.
#samtember2023#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#domestic fluff#sambucky edit#sambucky moodboard#shenanigans#ignore me i'm being goofy#they're going on a long vacation all right#my moodboards#“Long Separate Vacations Eh?”
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Samtember Day 8: Figaro
@samsseptember
Redraw of the most iconic panel of all time a panel from Captain America (1968) #157 (see under the cut)
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Hi, Sam Wilson nation! This is just a quick reminder that we have created an AO3 collection for samtember 2023 and you can find it here.
To add your fics to the collection, simply type samtember2023 in the [Post to Collections / Challenges] box or head to the collection and hit the [post to collection] button.
You can also check out 2022's collection here to see all the awesome fics from last year's event.
Happy Samtember! ★
#samtember 2023#sam wilson#fan event#captain america#tfatws#the falcon and the winter soldier#samtember2023#fanfic
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Samtember Day 02: First Flight | Riley
727 words | Rated G | for @samsseptember
((I decided to go with Riley for this prompt))
Dressed in his black suit with a white shirt and black tie, Sam stood in front of the mirror and straightened the creases that weren’t there. Arms wrapped around his middle, and Sam smiled in the mirror.
“You look perfect,” Riley whispered in his ear.
Sam frowned and tried getting rid of the non-existent creases again. “Do I? I think I could do better.”
“Glad you never said that about me.” Riley laughed and turned Sam around in his arms. “Let me take a look at you, though.”
“Should I change the suit?” Sam asked. “I think I should change the suit.”
“You’ll be late if you change the suit, baby,” Riley told him. He picked up the sling from the bed and gave it to Sam. “You need help with that?”
“Nah, I got it,” Sam replied and struggled a little, but he managed to get the sling on.
“So…. You wanna tell me why it’s so important for you to look good, sweetheart?” Riley asked. The southern twang was strong in his voice. He sat down on the bed and leaned back against it on his elbows. “It’s just a funeral.”
“I know, but I want to look good,” Sam replied and tried getting rid of the creases again. “And why aren’t you ready? We have to leave in 10 minutes.”
“You know how I feel about funerals,” Riley told him.
“He was important to us, Riley. I’m not going on my own. You’re coming with me,” Sam told him and left no room for arguments.
“So bossy..” Riley smirked and got up from the bed, wrapped his arms around Sam again, and kissed him. “I love it,” he said. “But I’m still not wearing a suit.”
“So you’re gonna go there wearing ripped jeans, and a faded shirt with some dude named Luke Bryan?”
“Some dude?” Riley gasped. “I really need to educate you on country music.”
“No, thank you.” Sam rolled his eyes and captured Riley’s lips in another kiss. “Okay, you can wear your stupid shirt. Now let’s go.” He took Riley’s hand with his free hand and led him out to the car. When they got there, Sam realized they were late, and sat in the back. The entire time, Sam held Riley’s hand. The family of their dead friend had asked Sam if he could say a speech, but having just returned from the war and having witnessed the death of their friend, Sam couldn’t bring himself to say a eulogy.
Once the service finished, everyone went out to the cemetery, but Sam lingered in the funeral home for a few minutes.
“You good?” Riley asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” Sam took Riley’s hand again, and the two went out to the burial site. Sam stayed behind the whole time and leaned against Riley. He tried hard not to let himself cry as they delivered more speeches. With the coffin finally lowered into the ground, Sam took some soil, and threw it on top of the coffin. A few people touched his shoulder and talked to him while Riley stayed off in the distance, just smiling at him.
“You’re a natural at charming old women,” Riley said, walking over to him. There was a smirk on his lips that told Sam he was up to something.
Sam shook his head and took Riley’s hand again. “Come on, let’s go. Everyone is leaving,” he told his boyfriend and tried dragging him away, but Riley wouldn’t move. “What?” Sam asked, turning to him.
“This is my home now, Sam,” Riley told him with a sad look on his face.
“No.” Sam shook his head.
“It’s the end of the road for us, sweetheart,” Riley replied.
Sam shook his head again as tears finally fell from his eyes. “No, no, no, you promised you would stay with me.”
“And I will.” Riley got close to Sam and touched his face before moving his hand down to his heart. “In here.” He leaned in and kissed Sam one more time. One last time. “Well, what do you know? There WAS one crease on your suit.” Riley said, brushing it away.
When Sam finally opened his eyes, Riley was gone.. Sam collapsed in front of the grave and finally let out a loud cry. Riley Smith, the temporary cross in front of the grave, read.
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Sky Holds All Our Hopes
Wrote this for @flashfictionfridayofficial #219 prompt — Under the night sky and @samsseptember day 19 — Royalty AU. Also posted on Ao3 here. Read under the cut!
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Pairings: Sam Wilson/Thor, Darcy Lewis/SarahWilson
Tags: Historical AU, Long Distance Relationship, Reunions, Secret Relationship, Fluff
Summary: The Wilson Royal family receive the visit of Lady Darcy and her bodyguard, which to the prince and princess means to reunite with their lovers.
Wordcount: 1,096
Also created for: @darcylewisbingohq — Kings, Queens, & Castles Week + Royal / @allcapsbingo — AU: Bodyguard / @multifandom-flash — Secret Relationship + Longing Look / @lyricalescape — “Hold my hands tight, no turning back.” / @thorbingo — Gift Exchange / @julybreakbingo — They kissed last night, but today they have to pretend like nothing happened / @samwilsonbingo — Free space
The last plates of breakfast were being withdrawn from the table when King Paul started talking, wanting to update his children on the news their castle was going to get prepared for that same day. Stretching his hand to take the one of Queen Darlene, he cleared his throat as his daughter and son were sharing their plans for the day with each other.
“We received an urgent letter written from the Kingdom of Asgard last evening,” he started, soon getting the attention of the youngest in the room. “It appears that Lady Darcy is traveling to Manhattan Land, and in her journey she wishes to make a stop at our castle. We will host a dinner for our guest, and I trust you both will behave by showing the values our family has been keeping for generations.”
Princess Sarah’s face lit up at the name of the other young woman, and the Prince could not help but show a tiny smile as he knew the true meaning of that reaction.
“As I know you two are good friends,” the King continued, “I believe it will be suitable to settle her in your chamber, as I wouldn’t want her to feel un-welcomed by having one of the guest rooms, since they are at the other wing of the castle.”
“Father, we will make sure she feels at home,” Princess Sarah reassured, even if her father did not have a doubt about that being their performance.
“Is she traveling alone, father?” Prince Samuel asked, earning a questioning raised eyebrow from his mother, who then landed eyes on the princess.
“The letter spoke about her bodyguard as well,” the king continued, strange to the exchange, “Thor from the ancient Odin Dynasty. I believe he was the Lady’s personal guard in previous visits, so he will not want to leave her side. It is expected of you, son, to offer him accommodation in your chambers, since it is placed next to your sister’s.”
Prince Sam nodded in agreement, not wanting to seem too excited about their future visit as his sister gave him a knowing look from the other side of the table.
“You can go now to have your classes of the day, my dears,” Queen Darlene let them go before going back to discuss with her husband what arrangements they would have to make for the Lady’s driver and carriage.
Lady Darcy tried to hold her excitement as she knew they had entered the lands of their allies, where they would spend a night with a family she had known since she was a child. Thor was working on her hair to pass the time, having finished a second braid that he linked to the first one with a red ribbon, over the rest of Darcy’s long hair, at the level of her neck.
“I believe Princess Sarah will be eager to see you,” he commented, knowing the depths of her protégée’s feelings for the woman as they had been raised as equals before he had become part of the royal guard.
“I will adventure myself to say the same about the prince,” Darcy responded. She was not unaware, either, of the glances the men had exchanged in other events in which they had coincided. “We have not encountered them in a long time. I believe we will have time to catch up with our dear friends.”
Thor smiled in silence.
As they had been promised by their driver, they arrived at the castle when the sun was leaving for the night. While some of their luggage was brought up upstairs, Lady Darcy and her guard were welcomed by the King and Queen in a hall briefly before heading to one of the dining rooms, where they were double- welcomed as well by their long-distance friends and a display of local products.
They had dinner while chattering about how things were going on in Asgard and summarizing what their trip to Manhattan was for. The King offered them accommodation for their way back the following month, and the Lady was pleased to accept such a generous offer.
When food was run low they moved onto other entertainments to a larger hall. The Queen delighted them with some songs, filling the room with glee as Prince Sam asked Lady Darcy for a dance. Then, at the first sign of tiredness from the Lady, Princess Sarah excused all of them for the night and after wishing their parents to have a peaceful night, they led their visitors to the part of the castle where their chambers awaited with the promise of a comforting night among loved ones.
Having passed the corner where the last guard stood, the princess and Lady Darcy linked hands as the prince backed off to walk at the level of the bodyguard, their fingers brushing as their hands got closer with every step.
“We can set up the fireplace and sleep in front of it,” Sarah was telling her beloved as they planned how to spend the little time they would have together. “Oh, and I loved your braids!”
Lady Darcy had a smile that almost could not fit her face, and soon the pair parted ways.
Prince Sam led Thor to a chamber that was not strange to the bodyguard and out to the balcony, where they could finally speak; a place to return to their shared memories of passionate moments from past encounters.
“I believe my raven found its way into delivering my letter,” Thor stated.
“He did,” Samuel smiled, remembering Thor’s words in his later letter. “You trained him well. I hope mine got to you as well.”
“It did,” Thor replied, taking one of his hands. “I also wish you liked my gift, though I am aware you are accustomed to higher accessories.” They locked eyes on the bracelet Thor had made for the prince, one that now he wore proudly every day.
“Having with me a piece of you, it means everything,” Samuel shared before lamenting “I am sad I do not have anything from me to give you, as I wish this would be reciprocated. I can only offer you this night, my dear.”
“Being able to hold you, to kiss you, is enough of a gift,” Thor confessed to him and the night sky only, brushing a thumb over his beloved’s hand.
Prince Samuel took a step closer to seal his silent confession of love with a kiss, cupping the bodyguard’s face in anticipation of everything they could do together if they chose not to sleep that night.
#flash fiction friday#samtember2023#royalty au#dlbingohq#AllCapsBingo2023#multifandom-flash#thorbingo#Post July Break Bingo#SamWilsonBingo3#marvel fanfic#rare pair
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Written for the @samsseptember prompt Amnesia // CW: Amnesia and all that goes along with it. I did it again guys. I wrote another heavy one. I swear the rest are better // Full Story on AO3
When the Light Gets Into Your Heart
When Sam finally convinced his eyes to open, everything was blurry and fuzzy and far too bright. His ears were fuzzy too. Like he was under water or had a pillow wrapped around his head. He'd woken up in hospitals a handful of times in his life. Once, after he'd been clocked in the face during a baseball game. They said he'd been conscious off and on beforehand, but he didn't remember any of that. Once, just a little while ago when he and Riley had first tried on the wings and Sam had promptly fallen out of the sky. And once when he was younger and had had to have surgery on his appendix, though that was hardly as exciting.
So what the hell had happened this time?
He tried to move his head, which felt like the most difficult task in the world, and a voice said, "Do you know you sleep with your eyes half open?"
Sam tried to blink away the fuzziness in his vision but only succeeded in smearing it more. "Being unconscious and being asleep are different things," he said. His throat hurt like hell. When he pawed at the edges of his bed, he didn't find a glass of water.
The unknown man in the room grunted and it sounded like an agreement. "That's true. I'd have noticed sooner if it was every time you slept."
It wasn't Riley's voice and Sam couldn't fathom who else would have seen him sleep. Sarah's new beau maybe? Still, Sam had a knee jerk reaction to say 'like you ever stay up later than me or wake up first,' though he didn't. That was the kind of thing he saved for Riley.
His body ached like he'd been asleep for ages or had just been in a fight, but he didn't feel like anything was broken-broken. The inside out bruise pressure of bleeding wasn't pronounced. He didn't feel like he was numbed out of any body part. Why was he in the hospital?
"What happened?" he finally asked. "Where's Riley?" Because if something had happened to him out had either happened to Riley too or he needed to be told about it.
His vision was finally starting to clear, though it just made his eyes burn and his head ache flare, and he could see the man at the end of the bed was a stranger. Sam had a knee jerk reaction that he was military. There was just something to the breadth of his body, the way he held himself, the tilt of his jaw. But his hair was long and where his arms were crossed over his impressive chest, he had a prosthesis. Sam blinked at it a little bit, willing his eyes to accept it. It was far more advanced than anything he'd ever seen the VA pay for.
The man's handsome, severe face was pinched in along the midline, eyebrows drawn in, nose scrunched, mouth puckered. "Riley?" he asked.
"Yeah, Riley. Don't play games. If you know who I am, you know who Riley is," Sam snapped. He tired to sit up. Failed. Made it seem like he was just shifting on the bed. "They're supposed to call him when I get hurt. Shit, I get called enough about him."
"I know who Riley is," the man assured tightly. He dropped his arms and then crossed them again without otherwise moving. "Where do you think you are?"
Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. He didn't really feel like he could keep enough air in his lungs to do that, but it was necessary. "I don't know. A hospital somewhere near base. I don't know how I got here. I don't know why I'm here. But Riley should be here to check me out at least."
"Sam," the man said. There was a pleading tone in his voice. The desperation made him seem much younger. "Do you know who I am?"
Sam tried to puzzle it out. He was pretty sure he'd remember an engineer or commander who was missing an arm. He was decidedly not Sarah's new beau. Was he supposed to remember someone from basics? Or, God, high school? "No, man. I've never seen you before."
The half-constipated look fell from the man's face, replaced by slack horror and dejection. “I’m going to go get your doctor,” he said and then disappeared before Sam could really fathom that he was leaving.
The room was like no hospital room Sam had ever seen. It felt more like a retirement home room or something. Outside the window, through a crack in the curtains where the AC kept letting them drift apart, he could see a sprawling campus of some kind. Sleek, modern metal and glass buildings in weird shapes dotted the landscape of rolling green hills. Everything was as clean and manicured as the room he was in.
Even with its beige walls and dark curtains, the room was too bright for his pounding head. Was he in the hospital with a concussion? That felt like as good a guess as any. But how would he have knocked his brains loose without Riley around to point and laugh afterwards? It wasn’t like him not to sit vigilant beside Sam’s bed when he was worried. Had he been hurt too? Is that why the stranger was being so cagey about where he was?
Without anyone else around to see him, Sam tried to sit up. His right wrist was lightly wrapped in bandages. It twinged when he put too much pressure on it, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t work with. The rest of him seemed to be in one piece. He pulled the loose t-shirt he was wearing up and examined his ribs and belly for any signs of internal damage, but came up clear. There weren’t bandages around his head, despite how much it hurt. All of his teeth seemed to be in place.
What the hell was going on?
He was just yanking a pillow from under his ass when the stranger and another man walked through the door. If this was his doctor then Sam had fully fallen into a dream world. Firstly, he was weirdly handsome. Like an old 1920s painting come to life. Or a Magic The Gathering card. And his hair was so pointy for a doctor. Even the distinguished grey stripes at his temple didn’t make up for the electro-shock hair. And what kind of doctor–
“Why are you wearing a cape?” Sam asked.
“Hospitals get cold,” the man answered blandly without looking up from the notes in his hands. “I’m a surgeon, Barnes. Not a neurologist. I don’t know what you want me to assess.”
“I’m not concerned about the literal application of medicine here, Strange,” the stranger snapped. Barnes. A last name, Sam assumed. “You know what those things were capable of. Distorting time and shit. They did something to him.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Sam asked.
“It’s probably just a classic case of retrograde amnesia. He likely took damage to the temporal lobe. I am sure it will work itself out.”
“He didn’t get hit,” Barnes snapped. “I was on his six the whole time. He wasn’t injured.”
On his six? Why would this man be fighting with him instead of Riley? Where were they? What had the mission been?
He asked all of these things before Barnes and the doctor could escalate their own argument.
“Captain,” the doctor began.
Sam snorted. “Not a pilot.”
The doctor’s mouth curled just a little, eyes alighting for a split second. “Mr. Wilson,” he amended. “You seem to be suffering from a form of amnesia. It appears you have forgotten a substantial length of time. Now that you’re awake, we can begin to monitor–”
“How much time?” Sam interrupted.
“Well, I’m not sure neurologists would want to affect your own cognition by telling you–”
“Over a decade,” Barnes answered. His arms were crossed over his chest again. Tight. Like he was trying to hold himself in one piece. “A whole second life for you, actually.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Sam asked. Had he died before? Could amnesia catapult him back to before some other traumatic event, even if it meant going back a whole decade?
“I don’t know,” Barnes said. “But something happened and it wasn’t an injury.”
“What else could it be?” Sam asked.
“Barnes,” the doctor said lowly. A warning.
“Where the hell is Riley? Where am I?” he asked again. He could feel anger boiling below his skin. As if this wasn’t all confusing and terrifying enough, he couldn’t even get a straight answer about where he was and who these people were and where the hell his partner was. “Riley will know what happened. Where is he?”
Barnes turned away then, scrubbing his hands over his face and letting out a frustrated noise. The doctor kept his cool eyes on Sam. “You’re in Washington DC. Well, just north, actually. You’re on the Central Campus. You were part of a battle against an enemy I suppose you may not be able to believe right now. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?”
But Sam shook his head. “I’m not answering any questions until you tell me where Riley is.”
The doctor almost glanced to Barnes, but aborted the movement before his eyes got all the way off of Sam’s bed. “Mr. Wilson, it’s been over a decade,” he said. It wasn’t soft and comforting. Just a fact. “You are no longer in the Air Force. Riley Wiatrek is no longer your wingman. You have been working for SHIELD, and its iterations, for much of the time you’ve forgotten.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “There is no way Riley and I would leave each other. Or the Force. He’s the last thing I remember. I need to talk to him.”
“Riley died,” Barnes said without turning around. Still, the words were like an arrow aimed right at Sam’s heart, landing true, and ripping out the back of his ribcage.
“You’re lying,” he said and hated how quiet his voice had gotten. “You’re lying to keep me away from him.”
“Barnes,” the doctor repeated warningly.
Barnes turned then. He looked almost as distraught as Sam felt, though there was a hard foundation to his expression where Sam had no foundation at all and was currently free falling through several stages of grief at once. “Your way isn’t working,” he snapped at the doctor. “He deserves to know. It’s his damn life.” Then he turned those steely, wet eyes on Sam. “He died before I met you. During a night mission. It grounded the EXO-Falcon program and you were living here, in DC, when you met Steve Rogers.”
“What?” Sam asked. He felt entirely hollowed out. Barnes’ words were entering his ears and then banging around in his skull without sticking to anything. There was an all-consuming terror and grief that was snaking around every muscle and nerve and fiber and bone in his body, constricting him inwards until he was sure he was going to crumble into nothing.
“Then you met me. I was worse then. You saved the world. You trained to become an Avenger. You kept looking for me. Eventually, you found me, though it was more complicated than that. You became a wanted fugitive for breaking a UN declaration about superheroes. You were on the run for a few years. We saved the world again, after different kinds of complications. You and I eventually reconnected, stopped a terroristic threat, moved in together, and have been running the Central Campus since. Oh, and you became Captain America.”
“What the fuck is happening?” Sam breathed. “Is this a joke? Are you pranking me? What the fuck is happening?!”
“Sam, I swear to God, I’m not lying to you. You’re a superhero. You were best friends with Steve Rogers for years. You stole the wings back and were a hero called the Falcon. You’re Captain America now. Steve gave you the shield. We’ve been training new heroes. Saving the day over and over again. We were just fighting these things that distort time. I think they fucked with your head.”
The doctor was looking at Barnes with a wildly unimpressed look on his face. “Though said completely without tact, Sergeant Barnes is correct. I would like to help you, though,” he added quickly. “I think I can find a spell to reverse the effects of the time distortion.”
“It’s not distortion,” Barnes snapped. “They stole it from him.”
And then, all of a sudden, the doctor’s expression almost seemed to soften, like a realization dawning over him. Whatever it was, he didn’t vocalize it. “I will need to examine you more thoroughly to assess the full extent of the damage,” he told Sam. “And then I can begin to create a solution.”
“How can you possibly find a solution for this? This is insane. You are both insane. Let me out. I want to go home.” He tried to swing his legs free from the bed, but his head swam so heavily he almost pitched backwards. Barnes was there faster than anyone should be able to move. His hands were like hot coals through Sam’s shirt as he held Sam steady.
“You were affected by magic,” the doctor said. “I happen to know my fair share of it too. I do think returning home may be beneficial. If familiar surroundings should jog your memory, it may go a long way to breaking the spell.”
This wasn’t a fairytale. Spells and magic and lost memories, lost loves. This was impossible. He didn’t want any of this.
“Sergeant Barnes, I assume you will be alright with Mr. Wilson at home?” the doctor said.
“Could use a lift,” Barnes answered drily. His arms were still around Sam, rubbing at his ribs mindlessly. Sam shrugged them off.
The doctor ticked his head to the side and then flicked his wrist. A tear in the world opened up right in the middle of the hospital room. Sam leapt to his feet and Barnes stayed right beside him to hold him up. Which was good because Sam’s knees were clacking together with exertion and disbelief.
“What the hell?” he asked, staring at the room in the middle of the room. It was somewhere in Louisiana. Sam would know that in his bones. The color of the sky outside the windows, the way the paint on the railing peeled, the swaying grasses and mosses. He could practically smell the salt air. It was home.
“Magic,” Barnes said. “Come on. Help me through.”
Somehow, Sam found himself walking towards the glowing circle and then stepping through. Well, lurching through maybe, like all the distance that should’ve been between them and home was whipping by him all at once. And suddenly he was home.
It wasn’t the Wilson house, but it couldn’t have been very far from it. Without thinking, Sam stepped away from Barnes and stumbled to the window. He wrenched it open and let the early fall air breeze into the house. He took his first deep breath of the afternoon.
“How long has it been?” he asked as the sea air calmed him down.
“If you think you’re still in the Air Force? At least fourteen years.”
“And Riley’s really dead?”
“I would never lie to you about that,” Barnes said with a sharp, protective edge to his voice. “If I could bring him back to you, I would.”
Sam nodded like a bobblehead. He kind of forgot he was doing it eventually. “And who are you?”
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#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#captain america#sambucky fanfic#the falcon and the winter soldier#writing#samtember2023
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Finally getting to catch up on the tags now that I’m basically done with at least one of these Samtember fics. Now if I can just bring myself to proofread and edit it today lol 🤞🏾
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