#protective dad

Hears a sucide mission is happening already benching the kids before Bruce can open his mouth.

It doesn’t matter that Damian has been trained to kill.

It doesn’t matter that Jason is comfortable covered in brain matter.

It doesn’t matter that Cass is the best.

Or that Tim has outwit men who made Bruce flinch.

That Duke can make man kneel.

Dick Grayson is the oldest and when death comes knocking it’s his job to stand tall drawing all attention away from who’s hidden in the shadow.

Nightwing might be ready to take the bullet.

But it’s Batman pushing him out of the way.

It’s Bruce Wayne bleeding out.

Pt. 1

Pairing: Maekar Targaryen x Reader AU: Modern | Single Dad | Grumpy x Sunshine | Neighbor AU Warnings: Language, mild chaos (children), Maekar being… Maekar Word Count: 560 A/N: Based off of a blurb I saw on tiktok! I cannot get the AKOTSK men out of my head... let me know what you guys think!

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You notice it before you even open your eyes.

Engines.

Doors slamming.

Voices, too many voices.

Your brow furrows as you roll over, squinting toward the window, sunlight already too bright for this early in the morning.

“…what the hell…”

You drag yourself out of bed and shuffle over, pulling the curtain just enough to peek out.

And then

Oh.

Moving trucks.

Plural.

The house across the street, the one that’s been empty for months, quiet and dark and just slightly eerie at night, is suddenly alive.

Men hauling furniture.

Boxes stacked everywhere.

And

Children.

So many children.

You blink, counting instinctively.

One—no, two—three—

Six.

Six kids, ranging from a tiny thing clutching a stuffed animal to one who looks like he’s already halfway to adulthood, standing off to the side like he’s been through this too many times already.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble.

And then you see him.

He stands a little apart from the chaos, like he refuses to be swallowed by it.

Tall.

Broad-shouldered.

Dark coat despite the warming morning.

One hand shoved into his pocket, the other dragging through his hair in a slow, frustrated motion.

He says something to one of the movers low, sharp, and even from across the street you can tell it’s not particularly polite.

“…no, that goes in the fucking no, the other room. The other, are you deaf or just determined to piss me off?”

Yeah.

Definitely not polite.

You shouldn’t stare.

You do anyway.

There’s something about him, something heavy. Controlled. Like all of this

The kids.

The move.

The noise.

is sitting on his shoulders and he’s just… enduring it.

Not enjoying it.

Not complaining.

Just carrying it.

Your eyes flick back to the children.

The youngest, maybe four or five, has wandered dangerously close to the sidewalk, wide-eyed and curious.

Before you can even fully register it, the man moves.

Quick.

Efficient.

Two long strides and he’s there, hand closing around the back of the kid’s shirt and hauling him back without even looking down.

“Stay where I can see you,” he mutters, voice rough but not unkind.

The kid just nods, like he’s used to it.

Like all of them are.

Your chest tightens, just a little.

And then

The smallest one spots you.

A tiny hand lifts.

Waving.

Bright, excited, like this is all some grand adventure.

You freeze.

Then, automatically, you wave back.

And that’s when he looks up.

Right at you.

There’s no softness in it.

No smile.

Just a sharp, assessing glance

and then a short nod.

Brief.

Acknowledging.

Like he’s clocked you, filed you away, and decided you’re not an immediate problem.

But

He doesn’t look away right away.

Just a second too long.

Enough for something strange to settle low in your stomach.

Then he turns, already barking another order.

“Gods, if that gets scratched I’m taking it out of your pay—careful with it, I mean it”

You let the curtain fall back into place.

Heart beating a little faster than it should.

“…well,” you murmur to yourself.

“This should be interesting.”

Tags: @aloudice, Jing Yuan x Reader, Established Relationship, Family, Parenting, Gender-Neutral terms, Gentle Parenting, Respect, Soft Moments, Authority, Protective Dad.

[Inspired by]

The soft golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the grand windows of the Luofu, casting a gentle glow over the spacious room. Jing Yuan, as usual, had positioned himself at the balcony, gazing out over the vastness of the Xianzhou, but his eyes weren’t as focused as they usually were. His attention had subtly shifted, and there was a trace of amusement in his gaze as he watched you and your child in the middle of a lighthearted confrontation.

He would have a really intense internal reaction. He’d feel panic, dread, guilt, blaming himself for not being able to protect them. He knows it’s not logical but a response to something like that isn’t usually logical </3

He’d do his best not to show those emotions tho, and his kiddos can rarely even tell. He’d focus on being there for his bab, rushing to wherever they are if it happened at school or something. He’d stay by their side, comforting them and doing whatever he can to help ❤️‍🩹