#protective dad

[imagine-darksiders]

He a little confused but he's got spirit

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Batkids calling Bruce when they need him.

Dick gets arrested for underage drinking call my dad now he's not in the slightest scared but he wants his dad. Bruce who already got bail done and is wrapping Dick in a blanket.

Jason crashes a car already on the phone with Bruce who is speeding to him.

Tim is falling asleep at the office and wants to go home dad please pick me up. Waking up tucked in Bruce's bed.

Damian gets in a fight at school you call my father right now. He suspended but Bruce hugs him on the way out.

Cass standing face to face with David Cain the man who should have been her father but isn't but before she can scream for Bruce she's wrapped in his cape.

Duke calling Bruce because the kids at school have never been nice to a kid from the wrong side of the tracks and getting ice cream just because.

Stephanie just calling Bruce to talk knowing no matter how busy he is there will be time for her.

Babs who even though Jim Gordon is a great man after a nightmare about the joker only wants one man. Bruce running in the middle of the night to her door. Wrapping his batgirl in his arms.

Kids who aren't afraid to call Dad. He wont be mad he wants them to call. To know he will drop everything to get to his boys, or his girls. Scared birds shouting for the big bad bat and he comes running.

[olstark]

"the hat is the same, the path is different. But they both have the same quiet, stubborn courage"

[littledaydraws]

They are his children

[bk7570]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭

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.”

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[aventurineswife]

“That may be your parent, but that is my spouse”

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.

"Don't you dare try to sneak out again, little one." you said firmly, your voice calm but with an undeniable authority that only a parent could master. You stood with your arms crossed, watching as your child huffed in defiance.

"But I wanted to go to the garden!" the child protested, their small face scrunching up in frustration. "It's boring here!"

"You can go to the garden after finishing your lessons. Now, come on, let’s be reasonable."

Jing Yuan smiled faintly, his sharp eyes flicking to the scene in front of him as he leaned against the railing. From his vantage point, he could see the way your patience was slowly running thin. But it was clear you weren't losing your cool. You never did.

However, his smile faded as he saw the little one’s growing agitation. Their defiance was turning into something more—something less playful. With a sudden outburst, the child scowled, pointing a finger at you in irritation.

"I hate you! You’re so mean!" they shouted, their tiny fist shaking.

Before you could respond, your child made an impulsive move. In a burst of anger, they swung their arm toward you, trying to smack your arm in protest. It was a childish action—undoubtedly a sign of frustration—but the intent, even from such a young one, still struck a nerve. You blinked, surprised at the sudden aggression, but before you could react, a low voice interrupted the tense moment.

"That may be your parent, but that is my spouse. And you will not be disrespecting them like that."

Jing Yuan’s voice rang out, clear and firm, cutting through the tense air. His tone was not one of anger but of authority—an unwavering reminder of the respect that was due to you, no matter how young or headstrong the child might be.

The child froze, the smack they had intended to deliver now hanging awkwardly in the air. Jing Yuan stepped forward with the effortless grace that came from centuries of experience. His tall figure loomed with quiet command, his gaze soft yet piercing as he knelt down to meet their eyes.

"You know better than that, don’t you?" he asked, his tone still gentle, though the weight of it carried deep, fatherly disappointment. "Respect is something that should come naturally, not just when it’s convenient. Now apologize."

The child, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the atmosphere, lowered their head, guilt washing over their face. "Sorry, Mom/Dad… I didn’t mean it…" they mumbled, eyes downcast.

Jing Yuan nodded, his expression softening. He reached out, placing a hand gently on your shoulder in a rare display of affection, the gesture tender as if to reassure you. You met his gaze, the quiet understanding between you both palpable in the moment.

"Don’t worry," Jing Yuan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I’ll handle this. You don’t need to bear the brunt of their frustration."

You gave a soft smile, nodding in appreciation. "Thank you, Jing Yuan," you replied, your heart swelling with affection for both him and the little one. "But you know, they’re just learning."

Jing Yuan chuckled softly, a warm sound that lingered in the room. "Yes, they are. But that doesn't mean we let them forget their manners."

With a final look at your child, who was now quietly contemplating their actions, Jing Yuan stood up straight and turned his attention back to you, the occasional glimmer of weariness in his golden eyes. Despite the aura of wisdom and authority he wore like a second skin, you could still see the parent beneath it all—a person who was willing to move mountains to protect their family.

And with that, everything felt in its proper place.

[Aventurine ver]

[paws-with-a-blog]

Big bro falling asleep on the couch and waking up in Dad's arms on the way to their room. "Mmph?" He blinks, looking up at his Dad. "Go back to sleep, baby. Dad's got you." They whispered, laying their oldest beside their youngest in their bed. "Got me." He mumbled, rolling to pull his little sibling closer and pressing into his Dad's hold. "Yeah, angel. Dad's got you."

[lilla-flo]

How would Kinger react if he found out any of his kids got seriously hurt?

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 ❤️‍🩹

Once they get better, he’d naturally feel veryyy protective and he’d just want to keep his baby by his side, but he does his best to not be a helicopter ^^"