・✮SAMTEMBER✮・

Also I strongly believe the kids love him. He's too cool, with the wings and everything @samsseptember

When the rain catches you out off guard but thankfully there's Captain America to help or whatever excuse I can use so i can draw them together.

I might not understand theme properly but it was either Riley or suit with poppy in the left pocket.

Pairing: Sam x Bucky | Rating: M | Samtember 2025: Day 3,17&23 ─────────────────────────────────────────────────── SUMMARY/EXCERPT:

The boy was so similar to his Sam, and yet so startlingly different. It was Bucky’s tenth night coming here, but the contrast never ceased to shock him. It wasn’t just the smooth, clean face, without even a hint of stubble, or the flashy, trendy clothes, so unlike the understated, practical style his Sam had preferred. It was something far more fundamental—a lightness in the way the boy carried himself, in the way he laughed, loud and unselfconscious, his gapped teeth flashing under the neon lights. He did not have that weary look that Bucky had become so used to seeing in Sam’s eyes. The boy’s shoulders, already pretty impressive under his thin white shirt, were loose and unburdened as he casually slung his arm over the blond man seated next to him.

The blond man was Riley, of course. Bucky had recognized him immediately. Not from the faded, grainy photo Sam had shown him, but from the look in his wide blue eyes each time he looked at Sam. It was a look of worshipful wonder, of awe and disbelief. It was a look that said, I can't believe someone so wonderful chose me. Bucky’s breath had caught the first night he had seen it, an odd sense of familiarity hitting him with a painful jolt. It was the exact same way he had looked at Sam, too. The boy was now laughing at a joke one of his other friends at the table had said. His head was thrown back, his entire chest vibrating with it. Bucky felt his heart clench. It was almost impossible not to stand up right there and then, not to walk up to the table, reeled in like a moth to a flame. He forced himself to remain stock still, partly hidden in the shadowy corner of the crowded bar, his ball cap pulled low over his eyes.

Summary: Sam gets attacked. In the lull between reality and unconsciousness, his mind reminds him of all those he's lost.

Fic for week 3 of @samsseptember! I know I am late, but I am writing week 4 and week 5 as well and will get them out even if they're late! Using prompts Unpredictable (Day 14), A Little Meaner (Day 15), Lost Love (Day 17), Remembrance (Day 18), Recovery (Day 19), and Rainy Day (Day 20).

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Sam x Bucky | 𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌: T | 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 2025: Day 5+29 ─────────────────────────────────────────────────── 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞:

The last thing Sir Samuel Wilson needed was for this already interminable journey to be further delayed by a band of stupid brigands. /Or: Fish Merchant Sam makes an unfortunate encounter on the royal path

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𝖊𝖝𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖙:

𝕴t was a well-known fact that Sir Samuel Thomas Wilson hated being away from the sea. The water was his most natural element, and his mother had often jested that he had been born with sea legs, balancing on ship decks long before he ever learned to walk or ride a horse. Yet if there was one thing he loathed even more than the absence of water, it was carriage travel—long, monotonous hours trapped in a jostling, cushioned box. It was, in his view, a slow, cruel torture, one he would never willingly subject himself to. Alas, on this fine Wednesday morning, he found himself enduring both of these miseries at once—shut up in a carriage, leagues away from the briny air of Delacroix.

The Royal Palace—his destination—was most inconveniently located at the very heart of the capital, half a day’s ride from the nearest port. There was no way to reach it except by the pompously named Royal Path, a narrow and bumpy road, that offered nothing but a view of forest for miles on end. Three hours into the journey, and already Sam longed for his ship, and for the cool sea breeze caressing his face rather than the stifling warm air of the carriage.

He tugged irritably at the stiff collar of his ridiculous court doublet, trying to remind himself why he was doing this. The trip, however unpleasant, was his chance to secure a lucrative trade contract with the palace—one that would appoint Wilson Family Fisheries the official seafood supplier for the coming year. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one that every merchant in the kingdom coveted. With the endless gargantuan feasts and balls hosted at court, such a contract would all but guarantee brimming coffers for years to come. For Sam, it would finally mean enough coin to repair the Paul and Darlene and perhaps even expand the fleet. More importantly, it would ensure his sister and nephews would never want for anything again. Put in that perspective, enduring a stuffy carriage ride seemed a relatively small price to pay.

vintage sam