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SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2023!
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Can't Stand Him
This is for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo's prompt "Free Space", which I've chosen to use for "Costume Contest". Enjoy this fun enemies to friends to lovers rival fic! 🥰
Can't Stand Him
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 10.1K |
Summary: Sam and Bucky have been competing in the same Halloween costume contest for thirty years. What will happen when they have to team up to win the competition?
Excerpt:
“Sam. You and Bucky have been the only people winning this contest for years,” said Leila with a sigh, “You two nerds keep upping the ante and winning. We need to give other people a chance to win.”
“You don’t think that I can win if I have to partner up with someone?” asked Sam, a little offended.
“Yeah. I have a bunch of friends. I could make this work,” said Bucky defensively.
Leila looked at Sam.
Then Bucky.
Then laughed.
Cackled.
Bent over in a fit of giggles.
“Oh. Oh wow. You really think either of you could win this if you have to micromanage a partner in this competition?” she said and it was clear that she didn’t believe either of them could as she walked away from Sam and Bucky, “Good luck with that.”
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You had to know I was at least going to get this one filled : Full Moon
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Rated E // CW: bite injuries, typical werewolf appearance descriptions (no violent body horror!) // READ ON AO3
Don't Deny the Animal That Comes Alive
“How is it that when something happens, it always happens to you two?” Amanda asked. “Did you say a wolf did this?”
“No,” Bucky grunted back, holding his arm perfectly still as she wrapped an unlordly amount of gauze around his forearm. “I said an alien dog. You said a wolf.”
“I didn’t say wolf,” she corrected. “Someone else said wolf. You have an indestructible arm. Why did you use this one?”
“It didn’t really ask for my permission before it bit me,” Bucky pointed out drily. “I threw both arms over my head. It had its own pick.”
“And you,” she added, turning her attention to Sam. “How did you end up with the exact same wound?”
Sam was doing a noble job of staying still, but he was more out of practice than Bucky and kept flinching each time the ragged edges of the wound were nudged by the bandages being wrapped around his arm. “I did that thing you’re not supposed to do in a dog fight–put my hand right in the middle of it.”
“I was doing fine,” Bucky snapped.
The creatures had come from nowhere. One minute, the mission had been standard fare. Aliens had landed in a forest, razed half the trees in the process, and were doing something to the wildlife that had the Forestry Service concerned. Sam’s diplomatic envoy had turned into a full fledged fight before he could even get a word out, and the fight had ensued normally. They’d even been about to settle the whole debacle with much less bloodshed, and tree-shed, than usual.
But then these creatures had appeared out of thin air. Or maybe the trees. Bucky maintained forests were the worst place to do anything. Fight, hang out, camp, sleep, get frisky, lick wounds. Old growth trees were just harborers of every creepy thing that could exist. He wouldn’t call these things wolves. He hadn’t, thank you very much Amanda. They walked on two legs sometimes. They were all the wrong size and shape. If anything, they were like wolf-man hybrids. Werewolves, he would say if he’d ever seen werewolves before. Aliens, magic, whatever. Storybook creatures? Absolutely not. He wouldn’t believe in it.
He’d been stupid to let his guard down just because they’d first turned their razor teeth and claws on the aliens. They tore through the aliens with a ruthlessness that even the Winter Soldier couldn't have competed with. So much for less bloodshed. And Bucky stupidly thought the creatures would just leave them alone. Clearly they had their sights set on the entities that had crash landed in their backyard or whatever, so Sam and Bucky would definitely be in the clear. Creatures had taken out creatures and disappeared again several times. They didn’t offer up any explanation or history, just took care of business. Bucky thought that was what was happening again.
The attack was so fast, Bucky couldn’t even say what actually happened. He’d turned to talk to Sam, examine a bruise on his browbone. And then he was on his back, all the wind knocked out of him, confused and with pain shrieking through his bones as he registered very large teeth in his arm. And, indeed, not the vibranium arm, which just figured.
When he suddenly saw Sam try to join the fight, his brain came back online. He’d punched the thing in the head, up around where he figured there was a temple, and it worked. The thing cowered away with a whimper and great big dog eyes, like Bucky had stepped on its paw and not like it had just been using Bucky as a chew toy.
And, as soon as they’d come, they were gone. If it wasn’t for the gaping hole in his arm and the split bone that kept making itself known, Bucky would have assumed he’d fully lost the plot and hallucinated the entire thing.
Sam fared slightly better than Bucky. His bite wasn’t as deep. There hadn’t been time for the thing to rip into him. It was just a series of puncture wounds along his forearm.
“You know, if you wanted a couple’s tattoo, you should’ve just asked,” Sam said, like he wasn’t the second one to get the bite.
Bucky glared at him for this oversight. The pain was starting to really seep into him though, so he didn’t have the brain function to give some mature response back, like ‘stop copying me, Wilson.’ He waited for Amanda to finish wrapping his arm and then stood up with a huffy sigh.
“I’m gonna go sleep for a year.”
“Should we tell someone about the alien dogs?” Amanda suggested.
“Go for it. I’m not talking to anyone for a month.”
Amanda rolled her eyes and turned to monitor the last bits of Sam’s bandages being applied. She gave them the same aftercare instructions she always did and foisted another bag of supplies onto them. Which, actually, was good. They’d already run through the last one she’d given them.
“Hey,” she called when they were almost to the jeep that would take them back to HQ. “There’s a full moon in a few days. You should think about chaining yourself to the radiator.”
Bucky scowled at her and Sam gave a genial sort of wave in acknowledgement of her joke.
It wasn’t a fucking werewolf.
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Bonded Pairs
Sambucky • 2,127 words • Rated M • 1/1 Chapters
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Summary:
Two littermates, previously unadopted at a local shelter, are separated after the shelter is burned down. One adopts Sam and eventually finds his way back to the other half of his bond, who's adopted by Bucky. They set out to connect their humans; unfortunately, Bucky's been ghosting Sam. Again.
Snippet:
“I’ve been told you’re under a spell.”
“We think so.”
“And, it’s nice. Not complaining, but something outside of us is drawing us together.”
��Close. Together.”
“Very close together,” Sam adds.
This covers the Cat Familiar square of @sambuckyhalloweenbingo
If you've ever read a fictional posted by @sygoflyy on Tumblr or ateerys on ao3, that's me. Both are me. And I very much panic about punctuation.
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These Hands Had To Let It Go Free
Late Halloween fic & moodboard for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo, filling the prompts: cat familiar, Hocus Pocus & candy bowl. You can find the story on Ao3 here. 🐈⬛️🕯🍬
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff
Tags: Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Cat Sam Wilson, Halloween, Humor, Wizard Bucky Barnes
Summary: Sam has always been a cat. Until he meets a certain wizard and witches one Halloween.
Wordcount: 2,2 k
Also created for: @halloweenhorrorbingo — Abandoned Building at Night + What Goes Around Comes Around / @buckybarnesbingo — Darcy Lewis / @darcylewisbingohq — Magical realism + Human / @lyricalescape — “But you took their side, and you pulled them to freedom.”
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Chapter 1
Disclaimer: unlike last time, it is not Sambucky-centric. I'll try to do it but as you'll see, the plot, well, needs the other characters.
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29th of October, 2023.
A car came to a stop in front of a circular, latest-architectural-trend building, marked with a gigantic A – because why shouldn't it. A woman, well dressed, exited the car. Her hair was pitch black and brushed back, her suit and suitcase were also black with not a pinch or a hint of dust and her sunglasses were obviously black, hiding to everyone whom and where she was looking at.
She entered the building and was immediately greeted by a robotic, feminine voice.
“Welcome, Director Hill.”
“Thanks, SUNDAY. Is anyone else here already?”
The talking program didn’t miss a byte before answering, in a perfectly well-spoken manner.
“No, I’m afraid you are the first one and will remain so for an hour at minimum. Mrs Van Dyne has reported to be expected at 12pm and the others had not provided such a courtesy. Do you want me to ask them again?”
“No need. Don’t worry, it’s fine.”
Maria took off her glasses, revealing deep tired eyes and face. She grabbed her suitcase which contained her PJs, a change her weapon—because why shouldn’t she have one- some other things she’d need and headed for the lift.
“I’m going to my room and take a nap. If anyone asks, I’m not here.”
“Very well. I will transmit this message.”
When the lift doors closed, the hall got left empty. Not an employee, not a superhero -or even a wannabee one. For once, the headquarters of the Avengers were completely peaceful and silent. If was supposed to remain so for two more days.
*
The next guest to arrive was The Wasp. And she arrived as The Wasp. She walked inside in a hurry, only letting the Pym Particles grow her back to her original size as she crossed the threshold. Her breath was short and she was sweating—like she had been running. Or fighting. She looked around.
“No one else’s here yet?” she asked at the walls and ceiling.
“No. Director Hill did arrive, however she have specified she is not to be here for the moment.”
Hope nodded. She felt like she probably wouldn’t be “here” too if the others were coming late. Her eyes were scanning her environment, taking in the entry hall: the counter before the corridor leading to the lift—there was no stairs, no need when the lift had been designed to be Hulk-size; the waiting area with a few couched, a lounge table, some potted plants and on the other side, the wide corridor leading to the council rooms and the even wider (and perfectly equipped) training room. They were gonna have some work to do...
She was taking off her bracers but as her eyes met the directionnal panel to the training room, she stopped. Took a breath. Well, if she was in her suit already, why not test the new equipment? Apparently, they were done by a young genius—the legacy of Tony Stark, they said.
Her hands still shaking due to adrenaline and stress, Hope headed for the training room.
*
The spy arrived at the moment she knew no one else would arrive. Of course, she knew she couldn’t be as early as Maria Hill, but just as she had guessed, Maria Hill had retired to her room. The Wasp posed an issue, especially since she had announced her time of arrival lately so the spy had little to no time to prepare (the fact she had supposedly announced it solely to the AI in charge of the HQ was not part of the equation). But she was thrilled to discover the hero had also left the main hall. As for the other ones... Well, let’s just quit it as men. Which meant she calculated she had a windows of roughly thirsty minutes before the Wasp would come back—lowest expectation.
Yelena Belova walked in, dressed in a leather, full-of-pockets black jacket, jeans, her blond hair braided, her sunglasses on, her hands deep inside her aforementioned pockets, fidgeting with a strange device that closely but not quite resembled a phone.
“Please, no word.”
The IA didn’t respond and Yelena took the lift to her assigned room—more like a royal suite as she would soon discover.
*
The next two were the narrator’s favorite idiots and perhaps yours too, dear reader—or they ought to be. They were flying not so high but quite rapidly nonetheless, above the Manhattan skyscrapers and one was decidedly not having the time of his life.
“Can’t you fucking go slower?” screamed Bucky so the (only actual) flying person could hear him over the sound of the wind.
“No, can’t do. It’s already 6pm and we promised we’d set up the decoration before tomorrow. And we would already be there if a certain someone had been ready on time!” screamed back Sam.
Bucky gulped as he peered beneath him. His feet and legs were freely dancing in the fucking void. With his left arm, he held on to Sam and with his right hand, he held on to his jacket to keep it closed and tight against his chest. He shook his head. Heights. Why did he fell for a guy crazy of heights? Because falling through the sky was what was gonna happen to him soon if Sam didn’t slow down!
"You said your meeting would only last to 2pm, not 4!"
"Well, I can't easily say no to the fricking President, Barnes!"
Bucky breathed out.
"Just drop that old man. He's old enough to have been my mate before the war."
Sam barely refrained from teaching him what being Captain America entailed. That would have been as unnecessary as when Bucky would tell him what Captain America entailed—for example when Sam would refuse to sign an autograph for a fan from the wrong soccer team. Better drop the subject (and not the president).
"Why weren't you ready at 2, like it was planned, anyway? And why were you out of the house?"
Bucky's voice struggled to find Sam’s ears.
"I was... looking for stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" Sam shouted in case Barnes had trouble hearing him—which, well, wasn't supposed to happen, with all the supersoldier stuff and all.
"Just... stuff."
Sam took the hint and stopped talking altogether. They kept flying for a while until they finally spotted the new Avengers headquarters—in the suburbs, far from any city, like the previous one. They landed in the path of grass in front of the entrance. No one else was around. Good thing. (Sam remained nervous, though.) He gently put his hand on Bucky's arm.
"Please, about... us."
Bucky looked at his hand then his eyes slowly raised up until they met Sam's and Bucky's smile was tender when it happened.
"I'm doing what you're doing. Nothing less, nothing more, Wilson."
Sam felt a huge wave of relief. He took a step away, ready to enter the compound when he noticed how his partner had been standing straight, his arms tightened around his chest the whole time.
"What's happening?" he asked, pointing at the crossed arms. "Are you getting... cold, Barnes?"
The glare the Winter Soldier gave him would have been enough to scare off the fiercest god in the Universe but Samuel Wilson was brave.
"Not your business, Sam."
Bucky started walking towards the entrance and Sam followed, his smile never vanishing the more Bucky sulked.
*
When Sam and Bucky walked in, Hope was coming back from the training room. They greeted each other but quickly, Hope broke off the conversation to go take a shower and get a change from her sweaty suit. The men didn't have to wait for her long, though and on her way back, she had woken up Maria. After more small talk, they looked around at the very neat, very clean state of the building.
"Do you have some decorations ideas, yet?" asked the director of SHIELD.
"Well, I've brought Pym Particles," Hope replied.
Maria scoffed at her. Bucky and Sam weren't better. (And Bucky wasn't leaving his coat, even though the three others had each offered to put the heater up.)
"I kinda thought we'd figure it on the go," Sam said finally.
Maria didn't have time to scold him as Yelena appeared. As it turned out, she didn't have stuff or ideas either. "Not my culture" was her excuse.
"Let's hope Clint will have something," Bucky said.
Yelena flinched at the name. As he had just waited for his name to be spoken, Hawkeye got announced and a few seconds later, entered through the glass doors, arms full of pumpkins of various sizes. He kept darting gaze behind his back, almost looking anxious, but his face lit up the moment he saw his friends. Well, the mood got halfway killed when he spotted Yelena too, but fortunately, she had decided to be neutral and shook his hands. Alas, Maria had barely starting interrogating him (but he had brought pumpkins from his own farm) when SUNDAY warned them the last guest was arriving. They looked confused.
"But I thought-" started Hope as the doors slid open once again.
Wearing only a tee-shirt, a worn-out jacket and a pair of even worse worn-out jeans, Scott waltzed in, with the biggest smile of all the party.
"Hi! Hi, friends! Hi!"
He shook hands with everyone—timidly with Maria and Yelena, longer with Sam and drew Hope into a hug. The woman accepted, still confused, and so moved a bit away to take a full look at Ant-man.
"Weren't you supposed to be on a mission for three days?"
Scott's eyes widened and he made the face of someone suddenly remembering something. His attempt at explaining what kind of secret mission he didn't have to do while not talking at all about the secret mission was pathetic too but gained a laugh out of Hope.
"Wait, were you guys waiting for me?" Scott asked, stopping himself.
"Nah, replied Bucky. We were just discussing how we're probably going to do the decorations tomorrow and drinking beers tonight. What?" he added when he felt Sam's glare on him.
But Scott had already passed his arm around his shoulders—his hand barely reached Bucky's shoulder on the other side.
"Sounds like a very good plan, man!"
So it happened. They surrendered to the fullness of the mini-bar and the softness of the couches. (Bucky first went to his suite and finally came back without his coat.) They drank, talked, played some card games. Even Maria relaxed. Truth was, they were not in a hurry. After all, the party would only be set on the 31rst, in the evening. They had two full days to decorate the compound.
*
A bit before midnight, Maria announced she was going to bed. Hope was gone already (Scott had accompanied her but he had came back to the beers—he was truly holding his own). Yelena looked around to find Scott very joyful and very touchy with Sam, Clint basically dead and drooling on the table, Bucky unphased (or maybe, phased, because he was just staring outside the windows) and Sam yawning approximately once per minute. As she suspected, Sam rose and declared he was going to follow too. As if it triggered something, Bucky jumped on his feet. The three of them got together in the lift. Their suit was at the same level for the lady and one level upper for the men. Sam and Bucky wished goodnight to Yelena on her floor and stayed in the lift. When the doors closed, Bucky subtly took Sam's hand.
Their door to their suite were facing each other. They stayed there, in the corridor, unable to leave the other first. They were still in the corridor when they heard Yelena screaming.
In a matter of seconds, they had joined the floor beneath, ran through the corridors and the door to Hope's suite, only to find themselves in the living-room and Hope herself, laying on the floor, motionless, blood coming out of a large wound on her side.
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Sam-O'-Lantern
This is for @sambuckyhalloweenbingo's prompt "Jack-O'-Lantern". Enjoy! 🥰
Sam-O'-Lantern
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K |
Summary: Bucky accidentally carves Sam's visage into his pumpkin. It's a whole thing.
Excerpt:
“Maybe we should make one of Steve. Send it to him on the moon and show him how old he is now,” mused Sam.
“We?” asked Bucky as he raised an eyebrow.
Sam rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky prayed Sam couldn’t hear Bucky’s heartbeat. Sam glanced up, those tourmaline eyes dancing in the afternoon light.
“Yes, we. I’m obviously your muse. You wouldn’t have the idea without me,” proclaimed Sam, grinning wider.
“I mean, he is really old. We should probably remind him about that,” said Bucky, unable to stop his own smile.
“Aren’t you older than him? Technically?” asked Sam, chuckling.
“Shhh. We’re not talking about that,” whispered Bucky.
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The Most Important Thing in Anyone's Life
This is a little fic for @sambuckyhalloweenbingo's prompt "Halloween Prep", but it is inspired by that wild crossover comic Marvel did with Louboutin that said Sam Wilson's most important thing in his life was Bucky Barnes. It is also slightly based on this episode of Tasting History and this information on old romantic Halloween traditions. Enjoy! 🥰
The Most Important Thing in Anyone's Life
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 3.3K |
Summary: Why did Marvel do this weird crossover with Louboutin? I don't know. But I wrote something based on Sam inviting Bucky and other friends to hang out after the events of it.
Excerpt:
This wasn’t friendly.
Not the way Sam’s ankles idly tangled with Bucky’s.
Not how Bucky asked every once and a while if Sam wanted popcorn and just fed Sam popcorn.
Just.
Bucky.
Placing a piece of popcorn.
In Sam’s mouth.
Like that was normal.
Like this was all buddy-buddy.
Just dudes being bros.
Cuddling on a giant bat-shaped beanbag chair together.
In a couple’s costume.
Watching OJ urging Emerald and Angel over to the Fry’s van like OJ was calling a horse over.
This couldn’t possibly be how friends acted.
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For the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo Based on a weirdo dream I had where Sam and Bucky were Louis and Lestat. Only this didn't need the full AU works 😄
Less of a plot, more just concept and vibes
CW: fake blood and fangs
Hearts Dancing Together
Sam pretended he couldn't hear Bucky loitering the the doorway. He kept his attention on the mirror in front of him and not squishing out all the fix-o-dent in the fake fangs he was putting on. It was a slow process.
"If I ever need dentures, just put me out of my misery," he said to acknowledge Bucky's presence.
"We'll get you a nice set of veneers," Bucky promised with bemusement. "Let me see the suit." He reached for Sam's hips and turned him from the mirror.
Sam almost spit out the fangs. "You're blond!"
Bucky didn't react to the teasing. Instead, his eyes darkened in a way that spelled out them being late for the party. "And you're beautiful," he breathed. He hooked a knuckle under Sam's chin and stared at the green contacts Sam was wearing. "I prefer your big browns, but this is pretty great too."
Sam felt himself flush and pushed Bucky back a step before he let Bucky make them late. Or he let himself make them late.
He hadn't meant to watch the new rendition of Interview With The Vampire. (Actually, he hadn't even known it was 'THE vampire' and not 'A vampire' until the title card) He wasn't a fan of the movie. Or really vampires in general. But he and Bucky had happened to catch the premiere while they were channel surfing. He'd really meant to watch just enough to make fun of the inaccuracies about Louisiana, make fun of an insulting accent or two, maybe make Bucky watch the movie to see his opinion on it. That was it.
They did not turn it off at any point. They watched the rest of the season religiously. Actually, they were kind of obsessed with it. (Sarah banned discussion of everything to do with the show)
Bucky had mostly come up with the costume idea. It came in fits and starts. The first time was as he stared at his neck in the mirror and prodded at a bite mark that actually had teeth marks in it.
"Goddamm, Louis de Pointe du Lac," he'd said, trying to rub away the indentions.
"You complain when they're gone in the morning, you complain when they're rough," Sam had said with no thought towards Bucky's words, except to add to his eye roll. "Get back in bed. 'S gettin' cold."
And then again a few weeks later when Bucky had tied his hair back. He curled the tiny ponytail around his fingers and then grinned at Sam and asked, " Is it very in fashion for the French vampire style?"
It earned another eye roll, but an appreciative once over nonetheless.
He'd finally broken down sometime around the beginning of September and said they should dress like the characters for Halloween. Then promptly spent weeks bitching that the movie Lestat had better clothes. Which was maybe true, Sam had to admit.
Even so, he must've gotten over the complaint because he looked like he wanted to take all the parts of Sam's burgundy three-piece suit off with his teeth. Bucky himself had cheated and was only wearing a Gothic type shirt and vest covered in blood, with regular--if slightly tight--dress pants. Sam wasn't sure which blood bath it was a reference to, but he had his suspicions confirmed that Bucky could look like a vampire effortlessly if he dressed all old-fashioned.
"You're blond," he repeated and finally reached up to touch Bucky's hair.
"Is just a spray on. Silver on top of yellow. Cass helped. It was a trade-off for me making his hair purple."
"I thought he was going as a Transformer. Why does he need purple hair?" Sam asked before waving his hand. "Nevermind, he probably only did it because he knew you wouldn't say no."
Bucky scrunched up his nose in offense. "I couldn't say no. I was buying it for myself. What kind of example is that?"
Sam had lived through this exact conversation with Sarah before. It was about ice cream at the time. He was not eager to rehash it right then.
"How come you got your shirt bloody but not you?" he asked instead.
"Well, I thought I might come in here and we could hang out for a while. Didn't want to ruin your outfit with any fake blood."
"Nuh-uh," Sam said, putting out a hand to stop Bucky walking closer. Stalking closer. "You are not making us late. If we hang out, we'll never leave the bedroom."
"That doesn't sound so bad," Bucky offered. "We'll take pictures beforehand and post them later. And people who know won't be able to blame me when you look like this." He reached for Sam's hips and suddenly they were flush together because the hand that had been on Bucky's chest, creating space, was now in Bucky's hair.
Fangs caught on lips almost immediately. They were both clumsy with the extra length of the fake teeth. He understood now why the fangs in the show were retractable. Although it felt like Bucky was going to make a point of learning to kiss like this. Which was kind of hot.
He walked Bucky back against a wall, shoved his hands under Bucky's flow-y shirt, smoothed them up his abdomen. Bucky rattled off something in French that ended with a moaned, "Mon cher," which earned him a few extra kisses. He was loose and pliant under Sam's attention, which is how Sam knew this was exactly what Bucky had wanted.
"Why are you trying to get out of the party?" he accused, stopping in the middle of a kiss to Bucky's neck.
Another string of French, this one considerably lower and sharper, followed. "I'm not trying to get out of the party," he defended. "Just think you look too good to let go right now."
"I'll look this good when we get home too."
"And tomorrow morning and all the sunsets and sunrises after that," Bucky agreed. "But you'll be tired tonight and I'm gonna be covered in fake blood that you're gonna make me wash off before I can get in bed and by the time I'm done, you're gonna be passed out."
Sam looked affronted, but he wasn't sure how well it played while he had sea glass green contacts in. "I have never fallen asleep waiting on you."
Bucky looked at him blandly. "You fall asleep on me all the time. One time, you fell asleep while I was kissing your neck."
"Now, just wait a minute. You were so warm and I was so cold that night--"
"I don't care, mon amour," Bucky interrupted. "You need to sleep. I'm not mad about it. I'm just saying that you're so damn handsome right now and I don't wanna wait."
He held Sam's face in one big hand and leaned over to kiss and nip at his jaw and his neck. The fangs scratched over Sam's skin, which just about made Sam melt under the attention and the fantasy of it all.
Then he pushed Bucky back and ducked away from his warm touch. "Later," he promised. "We said we'd go to this party so we're going."
Bucky scowled, which was only softened a little by the fangs. It was also incredibly heightened by those fangs. This was too dangerous. Sam had to look somewhere else.
"Let me do your blood," he suggested. A distraction was needed.
Bucky slipped around him--hands on his hips again, warm body pressed way too close for how much space they had, being generally too damn distracting on purpose--as Sam dug in the closet for the bag of Halloween supplies they'd gathered over the last few weeks. When he turned around again, Bucky was sitting on the lid of the toilet, face turned up towards Sam and the soft light of their bathroom.
Too damn distracting in dangerous situations.
They did make it to the party. Late. Very late.
And Louis was also covered in blood from the cheek to the collarbone and back to his ear, but he was a vampire, so what did it matter? Just added to the costume, Sam thought. Sarah bursting into snickers as soon as she saw them did not sway his opinion any at all.
And it was Bucky who crashed before they even got home. Evidently neither being a vampire all night nor a super soldier serum could affect the sugar crash of going head to head with all of the neighborhood kids in a candy eating contest. Sam did still wake him up to wash off the fake blood before being into bed.
As he did curl close to Sam, still wearing that silly puffy shirt, he mumbled something into Sam's neck. In French again, but Sam was able to parse it out this time.
"Accepte la beauté qui est en toi."
Be all of the beautiful things you are.
#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#captain america#sambucky fanfic#the falcon and the winter soldier#writing#sbhalloweenbingo2023
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Photo from here. This is for @sambuckyhalloweenbingo 2023's prompt "Urban Legend". Enjoy! 🎃
Paint the Town Red
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 3.4K |
Summary: Sam returns to Delacroix, searching for a wolf that's haunted his dreams ever since he could remember.
Excerpt:
Sam had been haunted by dreams of a place like that. As a child, as a teen; distantly as an adult, but it called less so the farther away he was from home.
A wolf playfully chasing Sam, in falcon form in those dreams, through strange streets.
The feeling had inspired Sam to test out flight magic in the first place.
He owed those dreams his aspirations.
His position as Sorcerer Supreme.
As he closed the book and organized his things, Sam found himself drawn to that feeling; those dreams he used to have.
He had to see it for himself.
If only to see it.
If only to find that wolf.
Find those intense eyes.
Or perhaps the Winter Soldier himself.
“If you’re going out, can you get me a sandwich?” asked Wong as Sam opened himself a portal to home.
To Delacroix.
“I’ll get you a po-boy,” Sam said as he left his mystical sanctuary in Harlem and found himself back home.
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Just One Night
Hey, people! this is a little fic for @sambuckyhalloweenbingo's prompt "Full Moon". Enjoy this little post-CATWS, pre-relationship Meet-Cute Two: Werewolf Boogaloo 😆
Just One Night
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rating: M | WC: 1.5K |
Summary: Sam Wilson meets someone at a Halloween pop-up club.
Excerpt:
“You know, there was a point during the war where Stevie transformed into a werewolf,” said the man casually as he leaned on the wall next to Sam, “A gen-u-ine lycanthrope.”
“No, he didn’t,” said Sam, half a laugh before Sam realized the man wasn’t laughing, “You’re joking.”
“This scared kid had been transformed before Stevie. Scratched him,” said the man as if he was recounting an event he had seen himself, “It went through his system, the serum destroyed lycanthropy, but for an entire week, Stevie was a werewolf.”
Sam waited.
Sam wondered if Steve had forgotten to tell Sam that he randomly turned into a werewolf for a week.
That was.
Until the man grinned.
“You had me going there,” laughed Sam as he turned to face the man, “I almost believed you.”
“The only thing more unbelievable than my story is how dreamy you look in that getup, you swell dish,” said the man gesturing at everything that was Sam.
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#sbhalloweenbingo2023#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#sambucky fic#post-catws#meet cute#or rather#meet cute two werewolf boogaloo#full moon#my fic#Just One Night
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You Don’t Have To Scream To Hear Your Voice
Late Halloween fic I posted yesterday for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo, filling prompts urban legend, full moon, creature of the night & free space, and for the @comfortember day 1 — Safe, alt. #3 — Travel & day 26 — Friends.
Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), MCU
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson & Sarah Wilson & Joaquín Torres & AJ Wilson & Cass Wilson
Tags: Werewolf AU, Forests, First Meetings, Injury (Joaquín’s wrist), Family Dynamics, Children, Caretaking, Strangers to Friends, Domestic
Summary: It’s a full moon night, when Bucky stays home while Sam and Sarah go in search of a stray werewolf. The morning comes, and the Wilson’s welcome a new friend into their home.
Wordcount: 5,7k
Also created for: @horrificbingo (non-horrific) — despite your bad reputation, they stay by your side / @slumberpartybingo — would you rather ... Go on a nature walk OR read at a coffee shop / @halloweenhorrorbingo — the woods are eerily silent + wouldn’t even hurt a fly / @hurtcomfort-bingo — Acts of Service / @buckybarnesbingo — image prompt: Sebastian + long hair / @lyricalescape — “We’ve unlocked all of the locks.”
Excerpt:
The moon was dancing over the tree of the Wilson’s garden that was then only a shadow. It would be soon until it was on top and his majestic fullness became the only rule of the night.
“Do you have everything?” Bucky asked, watching carefully as Sarah and Sam packed their bags.
She lifted her head and gave him a stern look, but it was his partner the one to reply “we’re not going on a picnic, Bucky. We just need a few things for the night.”
“Don’t blame me for worrying,” Bucky replied. He seemed nervous, playing with his long hair and switching his body’s weight from one foot to the other.
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