Justice Above All

as requested by anon. Could be used for formed families as well as blood families. Many of them can be used in other categories. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

protective older

“Mom/dad/parent/guardian left me in charge.”

“I’ve been taking care of you since you were little.”

“Come here. I’ll play with your hair until you fall asleep.”

“I checked for monsters, but they’re all scared of me.”

“You’re not going out like that.”

“What do you think you’re doing? I said ‘no’.”

“Did you eat yet?”

“I don’t want to see that boy/girl/person around here again.”

“It’s for your own good.”

“I’d never let anyone else talk shit about you. Only I can.”

protected younger

“You’re barely older than me!”

“You raised me…”

“Quit telling me what to do!”

“You’re not my mom/dad/parent!”

“I can’t imagine being an only child…”

“Stop acting like you know everything. You don’t.”

“You don’t understand!”

“But I don’t need a jacket.”

“You’re supposed to be my brother/sister/sibling, not my dad/mom/parent.”

“I need a hug. And I think you do too.”

protective younger

“You may be older, but I’m stronger.”

“Just listen to me for once!”

“You know, I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“Trust me. Please.”

“You always said I was an old soul.”

“Are you going out again?”

“You can’t keep eating Cheetos and marshmallows. It’s not good for you.”

“I feel like a grandma/grandpa/grandparent.”

“You made me so worried!”

“I don’t like your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner/etc. I want to kill him/her/them.”

protected older

“I can’t believe you’re taking care of me again…”

“I should be the one protecting you.” / “I’m supposed to take care of you.”

“I’m so proud of you.” / “I wish mom/dad/parent/guardian could see you now.”

“You were always the responsible one.”

“You know what? I know what I’m doing.”

“Don’t worry about me.” / “You always worry too much.”

“Here, take this. I won’t be needing it anymore.”

“You can’t boss me around just because you have the faintest idea of how the world works.”

“Let me do one thing right! Get behind me!”

@theeldestsun started following you

Oberyn Nymeros Martell had gone up to King’s Landing to kill the Mountain. He had done it too. A poisoned spear tip had left the man writhing. Dying. There would be no cure. Elia was partially avenged. He had done it. Even when the Lannisters, scum that they were, assumed that they had won, that Clegane had killed him…Oberyn had refused to die.

Recovery had taken months. Months he and his Sand Snakes did not have. He knew his daughters would be enraged. That his children would do anything they could to obtain justice for their father, their leader, their Red Viper. Even if it was against all of their careful planning, even if it defied Doran himself. Of course he had heard back from Dorne that Doran had confined his daughters. Even when his eyesockets were healing, even when his skull knit back together he had been kept aware. No one was aware of him of course, except for that sweet smelling Spider and his own paramour. It was better that way.

Every day he trained. He worked so that his damaged eyes (now replaced by glass made by the finest craftsman Dornish coin could buy) would never hinder him. Everything had to be effortless. He had to appear unscathed. He would face his brother and children again and finally, finally, get revenge for Elia. For Rhaenys. For Aegon. He would do it. He had to.

He worked for months.

And then finally, finally, the day had arrived. He strode into the halls of Sunspear, spear held tight in one hand, walking the halls as confidently as he always had until he came to where his brother sat.

“Miss me?”

                               “ Not at all,” The quip was unbidden and his lips twitched – suppressing a smile, “ When the raven came from Kings Landing, I laughed – The Gods are good! I have rid myself of my rash brother, I said. Peace and quiet, at long last,”

                              Doran then turned his head to look to his dearest brother. Oberyn looked as he did when he had left for the capital almost a year ago – save for his ruined eyes, scarred brow, and more silver in his hair, “ I am disappointed you did not get the glass painted as snake eyes, tsk,” But no longer could he keep himself from smiling, even grinning. For the first time in what felt like a life time, he could feel life returned to his chest, “ I would help you to a chair, but I am confined in my own. Step to your left, closer to me; there is a bench. Sit, brother, please,”

                              Of course word has reached him that his brother did survive his duel with the Mountain – but several months too late, and by then he had already imprisoned his nieces and his daughter. He had thought that he would be angry at Oberyn for hiding his survival from him – from Dorne. How much trouble they would have been saved if the Sand Snakes and Arianne could be calmed into abandoning their foolish quest ! But Doran thought better of it, for he was not the crow to call the raven black. Secrets, lies, and masks. 

The Viper heard the chair creak as his brother turned to look at him, it was funny how when his eyes were gone that he'd gained a good deal of acuity in his hearing. If he focused he could hear the wind bouncing off the structure of the building they stood in, could hear the acoustics change around that bench near his brother's side. He could even sense that his brother was smiling. Somehow. It was odd really. "Snake eyes would have taken much longer to paint. Besides, I wanted them to look realistic." He said as he sat on the bench, leaning his spear against it.

Of course, none of those words left his mouth. Those belonged to the SILVER PRINCE. Not this shadow of a snake who bore his semblance and spoke with his voice. No matter what his darling sister Daenērys would say about him. What did she know? All she had on Rhāegār Targāryen were stories from a nap old knight, a slave trader, a half-mad brother… And yet, she insisted on dressing this shade with fine silks and oils. Prince of Dragonstone. Oh, sweet summer child…

He wished he could claim these romantic tales they had all fed his sister with as truth, but he could not ; they were lies. All of them. And as it was, he remained silent, wine cup in hands and mauve eyes trained in Oberyn’s figure. Time had done him well, although not the same could be said of himself. Opaline hair cut short and face weathered by sun and penance and pain. And finally, he settles on something RESPECTABLE to say,

Oberyn would make sure of that.

“please… just kiss me…”

“i really want to feel your hands on me”

“touch me.”

“kiss me.”

“hold me…”

“just a little longer”

“come closer”

“keep whispering”

“god you make me feel alive”

“i want your tongue all over me”

“put your hand on my thigh”

“i love the way your hand feels”

“you smell so good”

“i don’t want to let go”

“i don’t think i can let go”

“there’s something in the way you touch me”

“your breath leaves goosebumps on my skin”

“closer…”

“more, please…”

“your breath is so warm”

“your hands are so cold”

this meme contains triggering material such as mention of body image issues