“ Good morning ” Bruce mumbles as soon as he noticed your stirring, punctuating his words with a yawn. Warm hands find their way t9 your hips and an even warmer gaze settles on your eyelids. You returns sleepy greeting and he chuckles, brining a hand to your cheek to mess with the hair along your sideburns, he leans close, nestling his nose into the crook of your neck and pressing kisses to the skin. “ Tired? ” he grumbles in your ear in a voice that seems to vibrate striaght to your core. You squirm closer and finally open your eyes, meeting instantly. He grins and pulls away from your neck to press his lips to yours. “ There’s my wife, ” he mumbles in a proud voice against your now wet lips. He rolls onto his back, pulling you along with him, laying you on his side with your hand on his bare chest.
Suddenly the doors burst open, the bright blue pyjamas greet you before the shouting does, “ BRUCE! BRUCE, BRUCE! ” dick shouts, sitting on his stomach, a wide toothy grin plastered on his face, his blue eyes lit up with a childlike glow. “ You promised we would see superman today! ” He says as you lean up to place a kiss to his temple “ good morning darling. ” you say and he rolls over to lay between you too so he can bask in your body heat. “ hi mama. ” he grins. Bruce pats dicks head, smirking and sits up “ alright chum, go get ready. ”, hearing this dicks grin widens and he jumps up and dashes out the room, Alfred’s voice follows his footsteps down the hallway.
The sun peaks through the curtain gap, greeting you and welcoming you into the day ahead.
Hi. This is my first time requesting, and I was wondering if you could do a neglected batmom reader, who divorced Bruce after 15-20 years marriage (the public goes wild, because batmom is a model or superstar, who's marriage to Bruce was perfect to the public) and 2 years after the divorce and moving out of Gotham and meeting someone powerful and rich and are engaged. Thank you.
After 15 years of neglect and betrayal, Y/N divorces Bruce Wayne. Once Gotham's beloved Batmom and media darling, she vanishes from the public eye. Two years later, she reemerges not just glowing but glorious — engaged to Leon Virellos, a powerful CEO, widower, and father of two. The Batfamily spirals into delusion, unable to accept the reality that she has moved on. But she has. And she isn't coming back.
They never thought she'd actually leave.
Fifteen years of loving Bruce Wayne had meant sacrifice. Patience. Nights spent alone in a cold bed while he chased shadows. Smiles worn thin during galas where he whispered lies in other women's ears. It was always "for the mission," always "not now, Y/N."
She gave everything. Raised his children like her own. Smoothed over scandals, stitched wounds both physical and emotional. She made that house a home. And for years, they took and took until there was nothing left.
Then she was gone.
The papers screamed about it: Ms. Reader LEAVES WAYNE! GOTHAM'S POWER COUPLE NO MORE!
But she didn’t just leave.
She vanished.
Two Years Later.
Y/N returned to headlines with a single photograph: draped in sapphire silk, glowing under the Tuscan sun, hand resting on a slight bump.
Engaged to Leon Virellos.
Billionaire. Widower. Father of two. Devoted.
The photo shattered Gotham.
She wasn’t just happy. She was untouchable.
And the Batfamily? They unraveled.
The Delusion Begins.
"She was brainwashed," Dick insisted.
"She’s clearly not in her right mind," Barbara muttered.
"That man is a threat," Damian snarled. "We should extract her."
They watched her obsessively. Downloaded every article. Recorded interviews. Pored over candid photos of her smiling with Leon’s kids—Isla, age 10, who called her Mamá, and Marco, 14, who guarded her like a wolf.
Tim had an entire wall in the Cave devoted to "Operation Save Y/N."
They didn't see her peace. They saw possession.
Because how could she love someone else's children?
How could she laugh like that, breathe like that, without them?
Leon was everything Bruce wasn't.
He made her tea when she was stressed. Held her when she woke up from nightmares. He brought her flowers for no reason. His kids adored her. And he never once looked at another woman.
Marco called her his anchor. Isla painted the walls of her room with drawings of their new family.
She wore the necklace Damian gave her once. Not out of love. But to mourn the girl she had been when he gave it to her.
They mistook grief for nostalgia.
They thought it meant she wanted to come home.
The Gala.
VirionTech’s charity gala was the social event of the season. The public debut of their engagement.
Y/N stepped out, radiant and composed, Leon beside her, Isla holding her hand, Marco escorting her like a knight.
The press went wild.
Somewhere in the shadows, the Batfamily watched.
Uninvited.
Unwanted.
"She wore blue," Tim said, voice shaking. "She used to say that was Bruce’s favorite."
"She still loves us," Dick whispered.
"We can fix this," Barbara said, fists clenched.
They all looked to Bruce.
"She’s just confused," he said.
But she wasn’t.
She saw them from across the room. And turned away.
Leon leaned in. "Do I need to have them escorted out?"
Y/N smiled. "No. Let them watch. Let them see everything they lost."
She kissed him softly. Isla giggled. Marco glared at Bruce like he could set him aflame.
And the Batfamily? They stood frozen.
Watching the woman they let go dance in the arms of someone who truly loved her.
Jinx absolutely panics when she finds out you're pregnant. She's excited, terrified, overjoyed, and suspicious that someone pranked her—all within five minutes.
Once it sinks in, she starts painting the nursery in neon colors and adding glow-in-the-dark stars. “She’s gonna be cool. None of that boring beige stuff.”
She talks to your belly constantly. “Hey, peanut, it’s me. Your awesome, chaotic, explosive mom.”
2. When the Baby Is Born
Jinx is shockingly quiet the first time she holds her daughter. Her hands shake, but she won’t let go.
She stares at her baby’s tiny face like it’s the most precious thing she’s ever seen. “She’s so small. Like... bee-sized.”
Immediately nicknames her something ridiculous like “Boomlet” or “Mini-Mayhem.”
3. Parenting Style
Jinx is chaotic, impulsive, and unconventional—but so in love with her kid.
She builds weird baby toys out of scrap and hextech. Some are adorable. Some explode. You confiscate those.
Bedtime stories are made up on the spot and involve wild space pirates, laser cats, and a main character suspiciously like Jinx herself.
4. Domestic Chaos
Your daughter ends up with blue hair streaks by age two because Jinx thinks “she needs the vibe.”
Jinx forgets baby wipes but remembers a flamethrower for a picnic. Priorities.
She invents a lullaby that sounds like a punk song, but your daughter falls asleep to it every time.
5. Soft Moments (Yes, Jinx Has Them)
Sometimes Jinx sneaks into the nursery late at night just to watch her daughter sleep, whispering, “I won’t mess this up. I won’t.”
When your daughter has nightmares, Jinx stays up with her all night, drawing pictures of dream-eating monsters they “defeated.”
Your little girl draws a family portrait of all three of you—with you holding her hand, and Jinx with a big cannon. Jinx hangs it on the wall with pride.
6. Protective & Unstable Side
Jinx will go feral if anyone threatens her baby. Doesn’t matter if it’s a toddler stealing her toy or a real threat—she’s ready.
You have to be the calming voice when Jinx goes overboard. “Babe, you can’t hexbomb the preschool.”
Despite her wildness, she teaches your daughter loyalty, creativity, and how to survive in a world that can be cruel.
7. Deep Love
Jinx often wonders if she’s too broken to be a good mom. You’re the one who constantly grounds her, reminding her she’s not alone.
She tells your daughter, “You’re the best thing I’ve ever made. And I’ve made a lot of things that go boom.”
You catch Jinx crying quietly when your daughter calls her “Mama Jinx” for the first time.
Thank you @insert-bad-joke-here3 for giving me the idea! Honestly it all started with paint but ended with angst and comfort! Hope you enjoy it!
"Mama Mama!" Xiaotian called out to you making you turn your head with a smile gracing your lips.
The monkey demon cub was covered in paint, his paws coated in gold, purple, and red his favorite colors. You could never bring yourself to not get the colors he wanted. He grinned up at you holding up a piece of paper proudly.
"What do you have here?" You asked with a warm smile as you knelt down, moving your dress so you wouldn't fall over. You never really wore dresses when you were a pirate, but now that you weren't always on the run, and fighting battles you had the chance to allow yourself this courtesy.
"It's you and the piwate kings!!" You froze when you actually looked at the picture he drew. True it was messy and were more stick figures than actual people... but-
You were drawn in gold paint and holding a small red MK, with his six ears and he was hugging you. Next to you was another red figure, with a long tail, golden eyes and a pirate hat along with that he was hold a staff in his free hand. To the other side of you was a purple figure with even lighter purple eyes, six ears, and a long tail. He had a black eye patch over his left eye and in his free hand he held a lantern.
That wasn't even mentioning how they both had an arm wrapped around your waist.
You sat there frozen as you looked over the picture, gently taking it from him. Blinking a few times you noticed how you were all smiling and your heart nearly stopped.
"W-who?" You did your best not to studder.
"Duhhhhh the Piwate kings!!" He exclaimed, waving his arms around in joy.
Your whole body froze as you took the paper into your hands, barely refraining yourself from ripping it to shreds. "The Pirate Kings? How... how do you know what they look like?" Your hands were shaking and your voice nearly trembling as you asked your precious baby this.
"In a dweam! There was The Sun Piwate and the Moon Piwate! They beat up bad guys and claimed victory!" He whooped, throwing his hands into the air. "And after they asked me if they could mawwy you!... whats mawwy mean?" He tilted his head in curiosity.
You gasped in shock, eyes growing wide at both his statement and the question. Marriage? What on earth was going on, was he having visions? No that didn't make any sense, Wukong and Macaque would never ask to marry you. They wanted you dead after all...
"I was there?" You asked. Redirecting his attention.
"Yes!!" He shouted, waving his hands around excitedly. "There was this evie lady, and she had captured us! The Kings saved us and gave me lots of toys and showed me how to fight!"
... This wasn’t real... there was no way it was a vision. You never wanted him to get Macaque's power or Wukong's power... you just wanted your baby to have a normal human life. Though that wish went out the window the moment he was born a monkey demon.
"And there was a fwying pig! He hit the wall reawy hawd!" He shouted excitedly.
You snorted at the words. Oh, what were you thinking? He was just dreaming. You were digging too deep into this. Surely you were thinking about this too hard.
"Xiaotian, my precious baby. Please understand when I say this but Pirates ALL pirates are nothing but thieves and killers. They aren't good people who you want to be friends with, they are people who would take your toys and laugh while doing so," You explained to your son, you didn't want to tell him all of the nasty things a lot of pirates did but you needed him to understand.
You had killed people in cold blood, you had stolen without a care, you had done so many bad things in your life. You didn't want your son going down the same path, a path that lead to nothing but pain and suffering.
Xiaotian stared at you with wide eyes filled with fear before he looked at the paper in his hands. Feeling betrayed by the very drawing he dropped it to the ground and held his hands out to you. Picking up your child you let out a long sigh as you turned to take him back to his room.
Your son didn't speak when you settled him into bed, the sun settling beyond the horizon. He barely spoke a goodnight as you gave him a kiss on the forehead.
Your heart was heavy as you made your way to your own room across the hallway. Walking into the room you took the picture that you had earlier picked up from the floor.
"If only we could have been like this," You muttered as you uncovered a box from your closet. A small chest filled with pictures and trinkets.
You really needed to get rid of these things. A golden peach hair pin from Wukong, a shadow rose frozen in time from Macaque, over twenty pictures of you with the two you had loved. Paintings they had made of the three of you, several of which Wukong drew, others from Macaque.
Also... the treasure map, a map leading to an island filled to the brim with magical animals, trees, liquid gold rivers, silver filled caverns and other untold riches. You, Wukong and Macaque had found it together, they had let you hold onto it for a reason still unknown to you. Now, the only map to the island an island that never stayed in one place sat in your hands.
Sitting on the floor with the box you set the paper into the box of items never to be used again. You should burn everything, leave nothing but ashes behind, and yet... here you were already five years later and you still held onto everything.
Brushing tears out of your eyes you picked up a picture, a camera was a strange invention and Wukong made a point to drag both you and Macaque to have a picture taken. They each got a copy and so did you, they each had their hands on your waist, grins spread across their faces as they pressed their cheeks against yours.
The picture had been torn right down the middle, but even so you couldn't get rid of it. It had all been a lie, you knew that... so why? Why couldn't you get rid of all of this? Why couldn't you just let the past go?
...
"Mama?" Snapping up to attention you turned to your baby who was rubbing his eyes.
Dropping the paper into the box and closing the lid you let your son waddle to you and lean into your arms. "Can I sweep with you tonight?" He muttered and without a second thought you nodded.
The box was carelessly carefully pushed back into the closet before both of you crawled into bed and fell asleep.
Summary: Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray. The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives. Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with. Will they make it before she goes into labor? Or at all?
Warnings: violence, pregnancy, childbirth, death of minor character, language, eventual smut
“Бегать”: run
“Подтвердить” : confirmed
“Enkosi”: thank you
“Дома”: home
“Добро пожаловать”: welcome
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They drove for hours until it was nearly nightfall. Bucky pulled off the highway and started taking a complicated route of back roads until they came to a stop in front of what looked like an abandoned house. He reached back and grabbed their bags as Y/N got out of the car. She stretched, grunting at the heaviness she carried as she walked up to the house, Bucky not far behind her. He looked around carefully before pushing the doorbell with his flesh thumb. A small keypad appeared on the side of the doorbell and he punched in a four digit code. A whirring could be heard as locks moved and the house seemed to wake up. The door unlocked and he quickly opened it, ushering Y/N inside and shutting it behind them soundly, punching in the code again.
The inside didn’t match the outside, a fully furnished front room that was clean and tidy being lit up as Bucky switched the light on. He dropped their bags on the couch and headed towards the kitchen to see what food was available. “I’m sorry we drove so long,” he called out, opening the fridge to a fully stocked spread of food, pulling out ingredients to make something for them both. “I promised you dinner, so give me a bit and I’ll make something.”
“Okay,” Y/N said quietly. “I’ll pick a room.”
“Sounds good,” Bucky replied, quickly putting things together.
He heard Y/N rummaging around in the room just down the hall as he made some simple sandwiches, making sure hers was made the way she liked, but with no deli meat. Bucky had been surprised that that was one of the things pregnant people couldn’t have, and instead made her a play on a grilled cheese. As he finished the food he put it on the dining room table and got them some drinks. “It’s ready Y/N!”
Her footsteps scuffled through the hallway and she appeared in the kitchen, already changed into a long sleep shirt. “Grilled cheese…you know me so well,” she smirked at him, gripping his arm and squeezing it appreciatively. Bucky smiled as he helped her sit and then sat himself next to her. They ate in silence, Y/N looking around the kitchen and into the front room absentmindedly. When she finished she drank a lot of water then sat back tiredly. “So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”
“More driving. We’ll probably reach the coast by tomorrow night, then we’ll have to figure out the next best thing. Flying isn’t really an option with it being so close to your due date,” he said, eyeing her belly. “So we’ll need to see what kind of boat options are available to us. Or see if we can get a hold of somebody else who got out who might have more access to resources than us.”
“Like who?” she asked, rubbing her belly worriedly.
“Well, I’m assuming Yelena will be reaching out soon for an update. Or maybe Shuri. She’d be the most secure option,” he rattled off, finishing his food and wiping his mouth. Y/N nodded, her brow furrowed as she contemplated what he was saying. He licked his lips and reached a hand out again, covering the one on her belly. “It’s gonna be okay, pretty girl. We’ll get there before he comes.”
Y/N nodded again, but she didn’t look convinced. She sighed and looked up at him with a tight smile. “Yeah, we’ll make it.”
They cleaned up and went to their rooms that were right across the hall from each other. Y/N turned in her doorway to face him. “When do you wanna head out?”
“0800 hours?” Bucky asked, yawning and stretching as he leaned against his doorway.
“Sure,” she agreed. “Well, goodnight Buck.”
“Goodnight, Mamas,” he smiled tiredly at her. “Sleep well.” He leaned down to her belly and poked it lightly with his metal finger, making her giggle. “And you better let her sleep or so help me God–”
“Oh so now you’re threatening my unborn child?” Y/N laughed.
“Damn right I am,” he scoffed, glancing up at her. He leaned a little closer to her belly, “Watch it,” he grumbled before standing up straight.
“You’re so dumb,” she giggled again, rubbing her eyes.
“But you love me,” Bucky smirked.
“Yeah yeah,” Y/N rolled her eyes and walked backwards into the room, grabbing the side of the door. “Sleep well, hot stuff.”
Bucky slightly blushed at the pet name and rolled his eyes back at her. They both closed their doors and went to bed.
It was a fitful night’s sleep, Bucky feeling constantly on high alert. Any small noise made him jump, his hand reaching for the one of the three weapons he had placed around him. At four in the morning he heard something that made him jump out of bed. It was like a scraping noise coming from outside, and he silently stalked to the window. He subtly pulled back a part of the blinds and peeked out. The super soldier serum made it so he could see well in the dark, and outside was a team of agents, fully equipped and dressed for a stealth mission, sneaking around the side of the house. Bucky gritted his teeth and stopped himself from swearing out loud, slowly moving away from the window, gathering his things and slipping on his shoes before opening his door as quietly as possible. He snuck into Y/N’s room, gathering her things into her bag before going to her bed.
“Y/N,” he whispered, shaking her shoulder gently. Y/N jolted, turning to look at him with wide eyes. She had obviously had a fitful sleep like he did. She inhaled and opened her mouth to speak but he covered it with his hand. “There’s a team outside. I counted at least 7 on the side of the house. We need to go. Now.”
Y/N nodded against his hand, her breathing becoming shaky. He helped her get up slowly and quietly, slipping her shoes on before guiding her down the hallway to a set of stairs that were hidden in a wall. They went down the stairs, locking the door in the wall behind them with another keypad. Under the house was a basement that doubled as an underground garage. The lights turned on automatically as they walked on down the steps, displaying three vehicle options. Bucky chose the high speed suburban nearest the exiting door. This safe house had a mile long getaway underground track that would eventually spit them back out on the highway. Y/N got in and strapped herself in as Bucky put their bags in the back again. He started the car, opening the garage door with a button inside the car and driving down the tunnel track.
They went at a normal speed at first so as not to attract attention with a rumble under the dirt. As they got further away Bucky sped up until they started to see the beginnings of sunrise shining down into where the tunnel started to slope up towards the road. When they finally drove out of the tunnel they were able to merge onto the empty highway, and Bucky took off like a shot down south. Y/N looked behind them, making sure no one was in sight.
“I don’t see anything,” she said, turning back around. “God, how did they find us?”
“My guess, they had some information on Stark’s old safe houses somehow,” Bucky mused, his brow furrowed low with anger. “We need to call Shuri.” He fished his burner phone out of his pocket and gave it to Y/N. “Dial 7 three times.”
Y/N nodded and did as he said, putting the phone on speaker. After four rings the phone was answered. “Sergeant Barnes, Бегать,” Shuri’s voice filled the car.
Both Y/N and Bucky sighed at the sound of her voice. “Подтвердить,” he replied.
“We’re on a secure line. Where are you?” she continued.
“Leaving the safe house in Virginia,” Bucky replied. “They made us. We’re driving down south as fast as possible.”
“Us?” Shuri asked.
“Hey sweetie,” Y/N spoke up, a small smile on her face.
“Y/N?!” Shuri shrieked. “Bast, aren’t you due any day now?”
“In 6 days,” Y/N informed her, her voice tense.
“Shit,” Shuri whispered. “I would send one of our ships to pick you up but we’re being watched by the Americans,” she said quickly. “Can you make it to the port in Miami by tonight?”
“It’s a bit of a long drive, but yeah, I think we can make it,” Bucky said. He felt something was off and looked in the rearview mirror, seeing a row of black cars coming from the horizon. “Fuck!” he yelled, pressing down on the accelerator.
“What?” Shuri asked, Y/N looking back at the road, gasping at the sight of the cars following them.
“We’re being followed,” Bucky growled. “We’re not gonna make it.”
“Just keep going. I’ll get the Talon sent now, damn the Americans,” she said, the sound of beeping screens on her end. “I’m tracking you. We’ll be there as fast as possible, but it will still take just under an hour.”
Bucky swore again as he tried to think quickly. They were sitting ducks out here on this long open road. He pushed even harder down on the gas, the car slightly rattling at how far he was pushing it. The cars behind them were still a ways off, so if he could just outrun them for a little longer, they’d be able to evade long enough for the Talon to reach them. “Okay, just get here,” he said, trying to keep breathing evenly. Panic would only make it worse. Shuri agreed and ended the call.
Y/N was starting to hyperventilate, her hands shaking as one held the phone and the other protectively covered her belly, rubbing it up and down. Bucky glanced at her. “Hey pretty girl,” he called out to her. She looked at him frantically. “We can’t panic, okay? The Talon will be here soon. We just gotta keep driving.” Y/N nodded, breathing deeply through her nose and exhaling heavily through her mouth. He reached under the seat and grabbed the gun hidden underneath. He handed it to her and she automatically checked to see if it was fully loaded and fire-ready. He smiled at how strange the sight was of a heavily pregnant ex-agent holding a cocked gun. “But just in case…you got this Mamas.”
The gun in her hand seemed to somehow calm her, her hands stilling as she focused on the task at hand, her training coming back like second nature. The cars the agents were driving must have been made for high pursuit, because within twenty minutes he could see them start to close in on them. Y/N saw them approaching in the side mirror and suddenly unbuckled herself, slipping into the back seat with surprising agility with such a large belly. She dug into her and Bucky’s bags, pulling out the guns they had and making sure they were all fully loaded. The first car was coming up on their rear. Y/N could see one of them roll down their window and point a gun at the car.
“Duck,” she said loudly.
Bucky ducked down just as the first shot rang out, ricocheting off the back window, barely leaving a scratch. “Gotta love bullet proof glass,” he murmured.
“Roll down the window,” she instructed him.
Bucky did as she asked and she leaned into the door, slowly holding the gun outside the car window. She aimed carefully, letting the agents waist their bullets before taking her first shot. Bucky could see the agent leaning out of the passenger window in the car behind them get hit right between the eyes, his body falling limply out of the window and onto the road, making the first car swerve and the second car try to move and lose control, flying off the highway and into the ditch along the side, rolling a few times.
“Good girl,” Bucky smirked.
Y/N hummed and moved to the other side of the car. He rolled down that window as well and she aimed at the next agent that was more careful this time in not completely hanging his body out the window. She was one of the few sharp shooters he’d come across that rivaled Bucky’s prowess as a sniper. She took a moment to get the perfect shot and the next agent’s head hung limply out of the window. Y/N took down each shooter one by one, then shot out the engines of two of the cars that tried to come too close with the high power guns hidden inside the car.
The last two cars suddenly accelerated and got on either side of their car. Bucky rolled up the windows and Y/N sat back far into the seat, keeping herself low. He tried to speed up but the car was no longer able to go any faster. The two cars alongside them tried to box them in to slow them down, but Bucky veered into the one on the right, sending them off the road and into the ditch, causing it to roll. Y/N was bracing herself in the back, twisting to face the other car and keeping the gun steady in her hand. She saw a panel open on the car on its side, and a thick pole starting to come out of the opening.
“Battering ram!” she screamed, moving to the opposite side of the car as fast as she could.
Bucky looked and saw the pole rear back. He stepped on the brake to make it so the battering ram would only fit the front of the car, launching himself into the backseat just as it made contact with them. He tried to wrap himself around Y/N but the car jolted to the right, making it skid at high speed before rolling on the cement then off the road. The crashing, scraping and glass breaking was deafening. Bucky felt himself bouncing around the cabin of the car, trying to protect his head then feeling himself fall from the car out the broken front window. He rolled in the dirt and grass until he finally came to a stop, trying to catch his breath. He did a quick inventory of himself, moving his fingers, toes, rolling his ankles, wrists, making sure everything could move. His head was pounding, most likely a concussion, but other than bumps, bruises and scars he was miraculously okay.
He looked around and saw the car a good thirty feet away, upside down and smoking. He got up and ran over to the car, dropping to his knees and trying to look inside. “Y/N! Y/N?” he called out, trying to move debris out of the way to see. He heard a moan and used his vibranium arm to start ripping at pieces of the car. After a few minutes he was able to move enough out of the way that he could see Y/N. She was wedged between the roof of the car and the backseat that had warped in the crash, pushing against her belly dangerously. Bucky gasped and crawled into the car. “Hey pretty girl,” he greeted her, trying to keep his voice calm. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” he said, reaching out and touching her face. “Can you hear me?”
Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, looking around in shock. “Yeah,” she said simply.
“Okay, do an inventory,” he instructed her. “Where’s the pain?”
Y/N subtly moved her fingers, wrists, toes and ankles like he had done, slightly rolling her neck. “Just…sore, but my stomach hurts real bad,” she said, looking down. She gasped when she saw the seat pressed hard against her pregnant belly. “Buck! Get it off!”
“I’m trying, Mamas, just give me a second,” he said, then felt someone pulling at his feet. “Fuck! NO!” he screamed as multiple hands started pulling at his feet and legs, pulling him away from Y/N. She reached out for him but he was too far. He was hoisted out of the car, surrounded by multiple men. He swung, taking out two with his vibranium arm before kicking the two behind him. He fought hard, but they were nearly meeting him in strength, taking him by surprise. The fighting was making his head pound harder at the exertion. One particularly hard punch to one of the agents’ faces produced a dark green blood to spurt from his lip. Bucky looked at him in shock.
“Enough Sergeant Barnes!” one of them yelled out.
He turned and saw one of the agents knelt down by the car, pointing his gun at Y/N, who was struggling to push off the seat on her. “Don’t,” he stepped forward.
The agent pushed his hand into the car through the broken window, pushing the gun against her head, making her freeze. “Come with us, and she gets to live,” he sneered.
Bucky glared at him, assessing the situation. He was starting to feel queasy at the pressure in his head, and he blinked rapidly, panting breaths as he looked around at all of them. Then he heard it…a sound above them that the others hadn’t heard or recognized. He smirked. “No, we’re leaving,” he said.
The agent looked at him puzzledly before he suddenly stiffened, an electric shock going through him, falling with a thud to the dirt. The other agents looked around in panic, shouting at each other as each of them were shocked and fell. The air vibrated above Bucky as he looked up and the cloaking on the Talon cleared away to reveal itself. He heaved a sigh of relief and ran back to the car. He lifted it enough to help free Y/N from being pinned against the seat, her body falling to the roof of the car. She slowly crawled her way out and he dropped the car before picking her up and running toward the Talon as it opened the stairway. He helped get her seated before turning to the motherboard.
“Sergeant Barnes,” Shuri’s voice echoed through the cabin. “Are you both alright?”
“Alive,” Bucky replied. “Just set course for Sibiu, Romania.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come here?” she asked.
“I’d love to, but the checkpoint is Sibiu,” he said quickly, rubbing his temple.
A chittering sound was heard and then a scan of both of them appeared momentarily. “Barnes, you’re going to want to come here first.”
“It’s just a concussion, I’ll heal,” he said, sounding annoyed.
“Not for you,” Shuri replied quietly.
Bucky froze and then looked behind him at Y/N. She wasn’t moving, one hand settled on her heart and the other on her belly, her brow furrowed and her mouth slightly agape. “O-okay,” he agreed, and the Talon moved. He walked over to her and kneeled down in front of her. “What’s wrong, Mamas?” he asked cautiously.
Y/N blinked. “He’s not moving.”
Bucky swallowed harshly. “I’m sure he’s just resting after all we just went through.”
Y/N shook her head. “Scan fetus,” she called out loudly to the Talon.
The system on board chittered again before speaking in a clear Xhosa accent. “Scan complete. Fetus has suffered from a placenta abruption and fetal trauma. Fetus is, unfortunately, deceased.”
Y/N’s eyes shut tight, a shaky huff falling from her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered. Her hands fell away from her belly and her chest, hanging limply at her sides as her head leaned back against the wall behind her. Bucky blinked rapidly, staring at her still very pregnant belly. Dead? The baby was just…gone? All those doctors appointments, the long nights crying over her boyfriend up and leaving her, how she and Bucky had gushed over how cute the baby clothes and accessories were, getting the nursery ready that she would now never use, all of it just…done. Y/N looked like she physically deflated at the news, but there were no tears. Bucky watched her carefully as he reached up and took one of her hands.
“Pretty girl,” he said, rubbing her knuckles. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
She didn’t react, her eyes still closed as she breathed evenly. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “Would have slowed us down, anyway.”
Bucky blinked at her in surprise, but he knew that this was her way of coping at the moment. If there was anything they had learned about each other while being mission partners was being able to read one another, knowing each other’s tells, ticks, what buttons not to push, and in moments of severe trauma or pressure how they coped. She wasn’t feeling safe enough to grieve just yet, so he didn’t push it. He just leaned forward and laid his head on her knee, his other hand gripping her ankle. She inhaled deeply at that, and her free hand reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp like she would during his worst nightmares. They sat like that the whole way back to Wakanda.
warnings: fluff, bit of angst, and Roboute being stressed new father also ooc?
Description: something so small, so fragile yet so loved by him
There was no guide on how to be a father.
And Roboute found himself slaving over the dataslates and ancient books about parenting and fatherhood, eager to learn on how to become a father just like his adopted father was. His child was born one month ago, healthy and strong, a bit big and heavy for a newborn but then again, his daughter was half – primarch.
He still vividly remembered how loud her first cries was, so full of life and strong, midwives and apothecaries let out whispered of awe and amazement as his firstborn continued to cry herself out.
One of the midwives, a woman with grey hair tied in bun, approached him, resting her calloused hand on his forearm. "Milord, it's time to cut the cord," She gave him such warm smile, patting him as if she was comforting him. "Your wife will be fine without your handheld support for a minute or two."
He heard you chuckled at the jest of the midwife even though he could hear clearly how exhausted you were. Roboute glanced at you, still concern of your wellbeing, after all you just gave birth after five hours long labours.
"I'm alright, Robby, the apothecaries are tending me," You limply raised the only hand that wasn't tethered with iv lines, shooing him off. "go and tend to our baby girl."
"ah, yes." Roboute gulped nervously before nodding.
"please, come this way, young father," The midwife ushered him toward the other two midwives, he noticed one was holding his wailing daughter in a white towel like cloth while the other held a surgical scissor in between of two clamps on the umbilical cord.
"Here you go, young father." The midwife stepped back and allowed him to step forward and took the surgical scissor. Hesitation and uncertainty filled him.
He watched his daughter's reddened and scrunched up face, still crying, her tiny limbs flailing about, still coated in blood and amniotic liquid. She was here now, after ten months long waiting.
"Hurry now, young father, your baby girl is waiting." The midwife tutted beside him.
Roboute snapped out of his musing, he swiftly cut his daughter's umbilical cord, giving back the scissor to the midwife. The two midwives surrounded his daughter once again, bringing her to the station table on the corner of the labour room.
Roboute stood there, stunned and still unsure if he was awake or just having an elaborate and realistic dream. The third midwife didn't follow her partners, still standing beside him as she gave him a blue blanket.
"you did good, young father. Most fathers would faint or vomit at the sight of their children covered in blood and their mother's fluids, but you are steadfast and strong. Good traits for a father of daughter."
"I don't think this is real. I must've still sleeping, this is a dream, my wife still pregnant and sleeping beside me." Roboute blurted out, shaking his head in disbelief and denial.
"No, this is real, young father, you can ask your wife and let her break your pinkie and ring fingers again if you want to." The midwife chuckled, glancing back toward your resting form being moved to another bed and gently wiped clean off sweat, blood and tears before being changed into another maternity dress.
Apothecaries and nurses loomed close around you, focusing on your wellbeing and health. Roboute was forever grateful of your quick thinking on deciding the medical team for your pregnancy, labour and newborn daughter.
"ah, here is the star of the show."
His daughter had stopped her wailing, now swaddled in clean blanket and was immediately placed upon the blue blanket he had in his hands.
Throne, these midwives worked fast for someone who were elderly.
Roboute observed his newborn daughter that he cradled in his own arms, drinking in every details of her into his very mind. She was so big on the hold of the midwives yet she looked so small in his own.
She had his hair and eyes, no, she was him. His firstborn was his spitting image, the only thing she inherited from you was your nose. You probably pout and annoyed that you had given birth to his mini version.
"How is our daughter, Robby? Is she healthy?" You asked.
He returned to your side, still cradling the baby close to his chest. "yes, she is very healthy. Good lungs, I think we won't be needing the baby monitors for her."
You rolled your eyes at his playful words, stretching out your hands toward him, eager to held the baby that once previously inside you for ten months. Which he did, carefully he transferred the baby into your arms.
He envy how easy and accustomed you were in holding the baby.
"Do you have name for her?" He inquired, returning to his place, beside you, on the chair precisely beside the bed.
You cooed softly at their daughter, shifting your dress to allow your newborn to fed from you. He watched her latched on your breast and immediately went on feeding herself.
Tiny thing probably hungry from being born. He smiled at the sight of you nursing the baby.
"hmm, I thought you want to name her, Robby?" You asked back, looking at him surprised and confused. "I mean you read these all books and dataslates about baby names. Not to mention I always found you slumped over the parenting books within the last two months--wait, don't tell me you are still stressed about not being a good father for our child?!"
After centuries of marriage, your intuition of him always correct. No matter how secretive and aloof he was, you would able to unfurl him wide open and bare.
He shook his head, grimacing a bit, "no, I am not stressed out, I just want to prepare for our daughter's arrival, that is all."
You gave him a deadpan look before you let out an exasperated sigh, plopping back into the piles of cushions and pillows, the baby gurgled a bit which prompted you to gently pat her back. "of course. Here, you held her now." You gave the baby back to him, your fingers caressed the plump and redden cheek of her affectionately.
Roboute softly said your name, "You don't want to held her anymore?" He watched you drowsily blinking as you let out a yawn, shaking your head once.
"I carry her for ten months and gave birth to her for five hours, I'm relinquishing my carrying the baby duty to you. Beside, Robby, you'll need more time to bond with your baby daughter."
And your words rang true, one month later, he still trying his best not to stressed out at thought of not being present for his newborn daughter, Therese.
With your pregnancy over and recuperation month began, Roboute took upon himself to be more attentive toward you, his beloved wife and the mother of his child, and toward his daughter.
Roboute carried his newborn everywhere and anywhere, be it him in his office, reading and writing reports, or during war meetings with his gene sons or Imperial meetings with high lords and nobles of planets.
Tiny Therese would be within the baby sling, her face mushed comfortably by the soft fabric and his chest. Whenever she gurgled or grumbled, Roboute would caressed her back and hummed softly lullabies that you often sang while nursing her.
He also placed a bassinet and changing table inside his office so he could let her sleep in her bassinet and changed her without had to returning to the shared bedroom.
Beside it was convenient for him to had the two furniture in his office, where he frequent the most. That and his and your shared bedroom. Therese didn't have nursery, Roboute didn't want to be separated by his daughter.
Her nursery was within his and your bedroom, her crib was merely six feet apart from the bed. He didn't feel well and queasy at the thought of Therese not being close by to him.
Within the two weeks of waking up to Roboute kneeling beside Therese's crib, intensely watching over her slumbering form, you joked about him being trying to be the favourite parent to their child.
Roboute wanted to gloat that he knew five ways to burp and help Therese released gasses, how he within one minute, had successfully prepared and sanitized the bottle and warm the milk for his baby daughter. How he could changed her diaper with one hand while he signed off reports, tax legislations and war reports.
But he know his overconfidence and pride in his child rearing would earn him your ire and scolding. Especially with how you often warn him that it was your turn to feed her during the late night hours or changing her diapers.
"Roboute Guilliman, I am here to take baby Therese to her monthly check-up." You announced yourself as you entered his office, making him looked away from Therese's sleeping face.
"hmm, check-up? I thought it's the day after tomorrow?"
You shook your head, casually walked toward the bassinet beside his desk, peering in over the bassinet. "no, it's today. You have important meeting with the Custodes in one hour and I don't want you to get stressed out over it so I'm here to take our bundle of grumpy joy for her check-up. It will be quick and you won't even notice her disappearance."
Roboute watched you lifted Therese from her bassinet and rocking her back and forth as he felt something akin to dread washed over him, how could he forgotten about his child's first check-up.
Was he too focused on taking care of Therese and being her father so much, that he began to forgot on how to maintain between his fatherhood duties and his duties as the Imperial Regent and Primarch of Ultramarine.
"Ah, I shall postpone the meeting for another hour or two. I want to attend Therese's check-up with you."
He watched you shook your head and rolled your eyes, "Robby, this meeting is very important, not to mention the Emperor himself has sent his Custodes to meet you and I know you are hyper focus in taking care of our baby girl here," You motioned to the sleeping babe in your arms, "but you have to avert your attention to other matter beside your newborn."
He let you cupped the side of his face, your thumb caressing his cheek, Roboute let himself relaxed and close his eyes, the warmth of your skin was intoxicating to him, it had been too long since you caressed him like this.
"So, let's make a deal, one meeting and tomorrow you can take Therese to meet the midwives, tell them about her progress. I heard madam Drusa has taken an interest in your fatherhood's progress, husband dearest."
Roboute opened his eyes, letting out a hum, "is that so, beloved wife?" He watched you smile cheekily as you peck his cheek. "yes, you impressed her greatly. I am so proud of you, Roboute. Therese is truly blessed to have you as her father."
Hearing such compliments coming from you, his wife, the love of his life, the one who was there for him before he became primarch, and now the mother of his little Therese made something inside of him felt clearer and warmer.
Like when he first met you and had fallen for you.
"No, my heart, it is I, who is blessed with you and little Therese. The two of you are my reason to lived for, I would gladly win any battles, wars and planets just to come home into your arms. You are my world, my heart and my future."
Roboute ended his speech by pulling you close to him, hugging you firmly and mindful of the sleeping baby between the two of you. He heard you giggle, "what a sap, I hope little Tessa doesn't mind having a sap for a father."
"Well, this sap here has successfully swoon your mother just by talking about bills and tithes reformations."
Summary: He never had someone to look after him before, but when two species collide it all changes for the better.
Warnings: Angst elements, Talks of death and abandonment
Word count: 1.9k
Soft sobs were heard from deep within the forest. They were high pitched like a child’s and ___ felt herself drop the beads she held in her hands, going towards the sound. Her forehead furrowed and ears pulled back, confused. What is going on? Who left a child on their own so far into the jungle?
She stepped over tree roots and piles of fauna, leaves tickling her shins. She took note of the darkening sky, eclipse was near and Pandora’s night was just beginning. It drove her to find the source of the noise even faster.
The sobbing got louder as she stepped next to an overly large tree root, ears swivelling at the cries. Her steps were quiet as she got closer, pulling back flowers and vines. The sight that greeted her was one she did not expect, not entirely.
It was a human.
He seemed extremely small, smaller than the humans she knew at Hellsgate. He was about the size of a baby Na’vi. Her foot stepped on a twig in her distracted state and the boys head jumped up, seeing the large woman and whimpering. He scooted back further under the root, hoping to hide from her.
“Shh I am not going to hurt you” she spoke in English, her words heavily accented. His eyes widened slightly, not expecting to understand her. “My name is ___ te Tsakxel Rola’ite” she introduced herself, hoping to get his in return and find out who he was. He must have been apart of the other humans at camp, but she has never seen him before.
“I am Miles” now it was her turn to blink in surprise, his Na’vi was accented with that of a skypersons, but his words were fluent like that of her peoples. She kneeled to the ground and got down to his height, or as close as she could get, trying to be level with him as to not intimidate the child.
“Why are you here alone paskalin?” she figured it was safe to talk to him in her mother tongue and continued to do so when she saw no signs of confusion on his face. “Why so far out from home?”
“I…I am lost” he sniffed and faced the floor, feet digging into the dirt. His hair was matted and dirty and so was his skin, he held blue paint over the expanse of his body ‘to look like one of us’ she mused, her tail swished when she took note of the fact he wore a tweng and no human clothes, he wants to be Na’vi.
She stalked a little closer to him, looking into his eyes and seeing no flinching from him so she proceeded to go forward. She sat on her bottom next to him and pulled the boy into her arms as he continued to weep silently “But that is not all, is it?”
“My friends, they left me” he pushed his face against her arm, or tried to with the mask “We were playing a game and then they left me here” he spoke in both Na’vi and english. He would need work on his language skills.
“Hush ‘evi” she cooed sweetly, feeling motherly instincts take over her and brushed his locks back. Taking note of the forests glow, it was officially night and they would have to head back soon. “Come I will take you home”
The boy didn’t budge when she stood up and started to cling to her leg, afraid she would leave him alone even though she just stated the opposite. She smiled sadly and picked him up, holding him like any other baby or child she held. “Ma Miles, who is your family?” she started the walk back to camp, starting up a conversation as to not be in awkward silence.
“I do not have any” and her heart shattered. This poor child.. it was only five years since the war, maybe his parents died fighting. But this child is still alone, afraid and upset. “My mum died in a crash. My dad died..trying to kill the Olo’eyktan” at that ___ paused her walking and looked at him in her arms, forehead scrunched up.
“Your father.. he was the man that destroyed Hometree?” he nodded and more tears welled up in his eyes, he didn’t want her to cast him out like the others. She seemed nice.
“Srane. Please don’t be angry!” he buried his face against her again, this time in her neck. ___ hushed him and stroked his head, trying to calm the child.
“We are not at fault for what our parents did. I will never be angry at you paskalin” she continued to walk.
‘Honey’ it was a Na’vi term of endearment. Something he has never been called before. At her calming words and quite footsteps Miles Socorro was lulled to a peaceful slumber in her motherly arms.
“Miles!” Norm shouted out at the kid who awoke just mere moments ago, already rushing to grab an exopack to get outside. “Kid! At least take an extra!”
“I’ll be ok!” The boy ran through the door the adult held open for him and watched as the child climbed over the hill, shaking his head. That kid was a cheeky little thing.
Ever since waking up, all Miles had on his mind was the woman. He rushed his breakfast and immediately went out to seek for her. Not caring for any other trivial things that the scientists wanted him to do, no he doesn’t want to bathe, or cut his hair, why must he have no hair?
As he was running he came to where the other Omaticaya were, eyes looking left and right for the woman who helped him. He stumped through large legs and weaved through kneeling aliens as he sought out the only thing on his mind.
“Boo!” the human squealed as he was turned around forcefully, seeing one of the Na’vi kids. His friend. Not the one who left him yesterday but his good friend. Kiri. “What are you doing monkey boy?”
“I’m looking for someone! Can you help me find her?” now this caught Kiri’s interest, he never went seeking for anyone but her and her brothers. So who could he be talking about?
“Who?”
“___… I can’t remember the rest of her name” he stated bashfully. Their names where long and filled with unnecessary titles, could you blame the kid?
“Oh! I know her! I think she is by the river! I will-“
“Kiri!” a more larger, angrier figure came into view, it was Neytiri. Tsahìk in training and his friend’s mother. “Za’u, set” she ushered the four year old away from the skyperson, glaring at the small boy and they walked away. Kiri turned her head back with furrowed brows and pointed to the direction where ___ was. Silently apologising for her mum.
Miles understood well, knowing he wasn’t favoured by Neytiri. He tried not to let that get to him and followed the direction his friend pointed to. Running off into the deep jungle.
Now that the day was bright and the light cascaded well through the tall trees, it was easy for him to see. Which meant easier for him to climb. He jumped over pieces of wood to the best of his ability and vaulted over bits of hill. Manoeuvring a little clumsily but he was skilled, or at least he thought he was.
His foot caught onto a dip in the logs and he tripped, tumbling down luscious green plants and falling face first into a pile of dirt and mud from the rain a few days ago. He sat up and wiped his mask, trying his best to clear it.
Soft laughing caught his attention and he turned to the sound, seeing a blurry blue blob through his exopack. “Nga tam?” ___ giggled at him, helping the boy stand up.
“Yeah.. I’m fine” he said, blushing a little in embarrassment. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“What are you doing here, monkey boy?” her ears wiggled and a grin stretched on her face, when taking Miles home to the humans she and Norm had a little talk about him. Everyone called him monkey boy, or spider, simply because he moved like the small animals back on Earth.
“Oe za’u ne run nga” he still wiped the mask, not yet seeing anything clear.
“Me? Why would you ever want to see me again nìhona ‘evengan?” his face burned even darker at the endearing nickname. ___ noticed his struggles of getting clean and picked him up, carrying him towards the river. “Tell me in a bit, let me get you clean”
She proceeded to place him in the shallow end of the water and scrubbed the dirt off his skin, using a large leaf nearby to take of the stubborn dry bits. Using her hand she washed his hair and the mud off the exopack so he can see better “I will redo your paint” she pointed to the very faint blue stains on his skin and Miles nodded.
“Wait!” he suddenly stopped and leapt out of the river, not caring about his now dirtying feet. ___ huffed. He went into some bushes and came out a few moments later with a beaded bracelet “I.. I made this for you! Irayo Si! For saving me”
___’s ears turned back against her head and she smiled, never having been given a gift from someone so sweet “Irayo spider boy, I love it!” she immediately shifted it up onto her wrist. A perfect fit.
Miles grinned happily, he has made people gifts but they have never been worn before. Seeing it on her made his chest puff with pride. He squealed as the woman gave his head a big smooch, exaggerating the sound and tickled his stomach a bit.
As promised Miles’s paint was redone and they both relaxed on the river bank, ___ snacking on some fruit she saw nearby and saved some for the boy to take home later.
“I had a son” she started and it immediately got the humans attention, wide eyes staring up at her. “He would have been your age this year” her eyes held a distant look as she reminisced on the past, eyes slightly watering.
“What happened?” Miles took in her expression and knew he was stepping into uncharted territory but he couldn’t help but ask.
“Tawtute”
‘Human, Skyperson’ it was what killed her baby and her mate. The boy felt a wave of sadness hit him and he scooted closer to lay his head in her lap, understanding her but also not fully. He can’t remember his parents, she can remember her son. They both lost people that were dear to them. He felt empathy towards her.
“I am sorry”
“There is nothing to apologise for monkey boy. I have met you, no? The great mother has truly blessed our encounter” despite him being the species that killed her family, her people, her home. He was just an innocent child who has done no wrong.
Miles felt tears gather on his lash line, no one has ever said something like that before. The nicknames. The sweet words and embraces. It was like what he has seen mothers do to their children. Something he secretly longed for.
“My sweet child there is no need to cry” ___ cooed “I will take care of you”
Could you maybe do little Loki and mama reader where he has a nightmare so he regresses into a really young headspace.
Lactation kink please if you want to.
It was just your imagination
Little!Loki x Mama!Reader
Summary: Loki has a nightmare and goes deeper into headspace
Warnings: mentions of past neglection and abuse, breastfeeding/lactation, that's all I think
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It's around 9:30 in the morning and while you were cleaning up some things in the living room, Loki was still in your guys' room asleep. That was until you started to hear him thrashing around on the bed, leading to a couple of whimpers and him starting to cry. You went into the room and started to try and wake him up. After some failed attempts of rubbing his back or playing with his hair to wake him up, you decided to start talking. "Loki, baby wake up" you tried but all you got in return was Loki still asleep saying "I'll be better don't lock me in there". Stress was clearly written on his face, even though he was asleep it was quite obvious.
That's what fumed you, even more, knowing that Odin has mentally abused him and neglected him mostly his entire life. With more shakes to his body coming from your hand, Loki jumped, sitting up with tears running down his face. He immediately fell into little space, now clinging to you as if you were his lifeline. "It's okay baby boy, I've got you don't worry," you said while starting to play with his dark black hair. "Was so scawy Mama. Don' wanna go back der" he said referring to Asgard, where Odon still ruled the planet. "Don't worry baby, we're not going back there anytime soon".
He nodded and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. You got settled in bed, leaning against the headboard with Loki 90% on top of you. Just after five minutes of the quiet time, you two were having, Loki reached up and started to pull on the collar of your shirt. You looked down at him and smiled, "What do you want baby?" You said, knowing the answer already. "Wan' Mama milkies," he said while trying his hardest to get the shirt collar to go lower, but in the end miserably failing. "Okay, Hunny one second," you said and sat up a little bit, taking off your tight black tee shirt then your bra. The articles of clothing now laying on the other side of the bed.
When you laid back down Loki immediately latched onto your right nipple, suckling steadily until a stream of milk comes into his mouth. Soon after you bent down a bit and kissed his forehead. Now starting to play with his hair.
