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incest.

The (possibly AU, possibly crossover) Sibling Incest Meme

HOW TO PLAY

-Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to mention any hard lines you have.
-Comment around to others. PLEASE NOTE THAT IN ORDER TO FACILITATE CROSS-CANON TAGGING, THIS MEME WILL BE CONSIDERED AN AU FAIR GAME ZONE. Feel free to comment in with characters who do not canonically have siblings or comment to people from other fandoms.
-Be respectful of others.

PROMPTS

1. Feeling Strange: You've known this person your entire life, yet lately you've been feeling...different about them. These feelings aren't exactly familial, either.
2. Not as Normal Families: Whatever the specifics of the case may be, your childhood was not the norm, and thus the two of you have grown close that way.
3. Raised Apart: Scientists believe that when siblings are raised together under normal circumstances, they will not find each other sexually attractive; however, if they are reared apart, they may be highly attracted to each other when they meet as adults.
4. Only Kin by Name: Psuedo-incest between step siblings or adopted siblings is not quite as taboo, but you could still be looked down upon for harboring those desires for someone who is a member of your family by one way or another.
5. Defender: One of you is older and has always looked after the other, meaning that something has grown between you that is thicker than any blood.
6. Guilty: You feel terrible for these longings toward your own flesh and blood, and you do your best to stop them. But can you choose who you want to be with? And how disciplined are you when it's someone you care for in other ways?
7. Dysfunctional: You don't have a good relationship as siblings, yet your relationship as lovers is great.
8. There's Nothing Wrong Here: To you, incest is a casual affair and the "forbidden" aspect is lost. Sorry you were grounded, big brother. Here, since you can't go out, let me be your girlfriend for the night.
9. Like Looking in a Mirror: The two of you are closer than siblings: you're twins. You share everything, so why is your love any different?
10. Skirting the Line: Stolen glances. Lips only a breath away. You're walking a fine line here. You haven't become physical...yet.
11. Got a Secret, Better Keep It: Needless to say, an incestuous relationship is not one that can see the light of day. You'd better keep it behind closed doors.
12. Jealousy: You can't stand the idea of sharing your beloved sibling with someone else, yet it's hard to make this known without blowing your cover.
13. As One: The obligatory smut prompt, whether it be the first time or one of many the two of you steal away.
14. The Things I Do for Love: You'll do anything to protect your love affair with you sibling and make sure no one interferes. Anything.
15. And You'll Be My Queen: It may seem as though the light will never come, but you want to make promises to your most precious sibling that one day, you'll live as any normal couple.
16. Anyone Who Isn't Us is the Enemy: You're in a dangerous climate, and the only one you can depend on is your flesh and blood - bringing you closer together.
17. No Choice in the Matter: Your sibling is not a willing participant in your debauchery, but they endure your cruelty, grooming, and manipulation because you are their brother or sister.
18. No One Like You: There truly is no one who can love you like the person who is closest to being you, bone of your bone. You perfectly understand each other and your love is pure.
19. Where No One Knows Our Faces: You've decided to flee your current life and live as new people among those who don't know that you're related.
20. Out in the Light: A secret no more, the two of you have decided to bring your affair out into the open. You will face the world, no matter what it does.
21. Rejection: Someone - friends, family, etc - has found out what you two have done and are disgusted by it. Will you turn to each other for comfort?
22. The End: Being with someone so unattainable is tiring, and one day, you may grow weary of stowing everything away, locking your heart up, or feeling so shamed. This must cease. But can you go back to being just siblings?
23. Not Really Related After All: Perhaps the most cliche of tropes, though it's often used to "justify" incest. Turns out the two of you aren't really siblings! Now, you can pursue a relationship freely.
24. Part of the Same Whole: You're meant to be together, you firmly believe it.
25. Sick and Twisted: The fact that you two are siblings actually is a kink/fetish for you. You get off to all of this.
26. FREESTYLE

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[ Canon siblings are great, but AUs are fine too. ]

[if anyone dared to ask shin where he was from, he'd answer with a soft smile-- "nohr, of course." but it was easy to tell that wasn't the case. dark hair and a slender frame suggested he was from hoshido. he would never say so. and yet, when he stood next to his siblings, he was certainly one of them. eyes sharp as knives, a formality that came from his soul, hands hungry to hold a blade and see it turn red, and beautiful beyond compare.

he remembered a family before this one. he had killed every last clan member, and had done his best to forget all of their names. they didn't matter to a prince of nohr. still, they remained in the back of his mind every time he spoke with lovely elise, or clever leo, or laid eyes on beautiful camilla.

camilla.

when he was brought into the family, it was done as a promise. raise the boy to be loyal to the kingdom, allow him all the luxuries he could dream of, train him to become a warrior unparalleled, and have him marry the eldest princess. there was nothing wrong with these two together, and more than that, they were a beautiful pair. shin had always appeared respectful, a kind and loving brother to all his siblings, possessing only a chaste, familial love for camilla. they would marry in the near future, but he would only touch her when necessary.

if anyone paid attention, though, they would know that wasn't the case.

for years, they'd trained and fought side by side, and he knew that there was no one else that would satisfy him in bed or battle. they'd grown up together, but that didn't stop him from creeping into her chambers at night, touching tender flesh and muffling her noises with calloused hands. it's become their normal, to seek each other out, and prepare for a future that isn't theirs yet.

but for now, the sun is shining, and their siblings are present, discussing the duties of the day. for now, they are just siblings, without wandering hands or eager eyes. just a brother and sister, sitting together, casually.]

My, my, Camilla. You look tired. Did you get enough sleep last night?

[or. not...]

[ Perhaps if Camilla hadn't been... well, herself, Shin might have been able to remain chaste. To treat her as a sister in every way possible, besides the act of consummation itself once they were married-to avoid those temptations of the flesh. Elise would have been the more suitable bride, had propriety actually mattered. But Camilla? She cared not the least bit for what was proper. The same sister that had often teased poor Leo to the point of angry frustration with hints of sexuality had found a much more receptive sibling in Shin.

While Leo grew angry, any innuendo so much as wafting in Elise's direction went over her head, and Xander ignored it all-Shin swung back. Or even, as was the case this morning, swung first-and it had caught Camilla off-guard enough that the lightest of blushes colored her pale flesh. While the responsibilities for the day had been divvied up, the quintet were still all together, taking a light breakfast. Biting into an apple, Camilla chewed slowly to give herself time to avoid the question. But only for the moment-after all, this would be fun, and it would be fun to see how her siblings reacted, assuming nobody *else* in their company caught on to what was going on. ]

You know as well as everyone else, dear Shin, that I never do out here. I don't shy from battle-though I would give anything for a night in bed.

[ A quick, subtle wink-not one that would definitely go unnoticed. And then a jab. ]

Meanwhile you look quite well-rested. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're letting the rest of us do most of the work.

[he watches her from the corner of his eye, relishing in her slight discomfort. it must be too early for her wit to be fully awake. still, she'll be sure to get her revenge at night. she always does.

he holds back a smile as she speaks, then covers his mouths with his hand, appearing to be in thought, but truly preventing her from seeing the hint of pride on his face. it's too soon to give her a victory.]

I sleep well knowing I've done my job well, and that I've carried my weight, and more. I would never let our siblings [just the siblings, not her] flounder in any situation. Perhaps you can't sleep because you're worried your performance has been unsatisfactory... [and there's a smirk, sly and far too dangerous.] Dear sister, it hasn't been. So no need to fear.

[ Camilla scoffed at his words, playing every part the aggrieved party-and honestly, whether it was an insult at her sexual or her battle prowess, it was an insult. ]

Maybe I'm just not quite so easily satisfied as you. Regardless-

[ It was time to shift the topic, if only a tiny bit-it was becoming too obvious, in Camilla's mind, what they were talking about. ]

There's no need to worry about me. As long as you all are taken care of, I am taken care of.

[ Alright, maybe that was a bit of innuendo again-but it was mostly straight talk! ]

[his nose wrinkles at her jab, but he says nothing further on that topic, glancing out at their siblings to see if any of them have caught on. so far, nothing. and that is perfectly fine by him.

he turns his head to look at her, showing no indication of anything aside from camaraderie being between them.] Ever the caring princess. They seem to be fine, as your capable hands have made it so. But perhaps someone should attend to you as you do to them. I'm sure Xander would be more than happy to. [back to the danger zone with them. and they just left it...]

[canon siblings! and AUs!]

[OTA for male Kamui, but men only for female Kamui, please! Would love castmates for this, but I'm open to cross-canon. As for castmates, sorry, Elise and Sakura. :( You're too precious.

[Prompts-wise, I'm totally into: 1-6, 10-13, 18, 22-26.

[For those interested, Kamui's dragon form is also fair game. <3]

[Would you be interested in Leanne? We can do 2 and 13 and anything else that you will like to do.]

[Sure! Defender too, perhaps? If only because heron laguz bone structure. :)]

[That sounds good! Shall this be their first time doing the deed together?]

It was a normal day, Leanne just finished working out in the sun when she goes to start looking for Kamui. It would be like routine, she works in the garden, hunt for her brother either awake or asleep, enjoy cuddles and kisses and then go about to start the chores. She loved her brother so very much, he always made her feel safe and the physical affection was something that normal siblings do to show affection between them.

"Kamui~? Where are you~?"

[Sure! :)]

Kamui was never an exception to the rule, always giving his beloved sister his affection on a regular basis. He wore his heart on his sleeve, and often went out of his way to make her happy. Honestly, with sibling love like this, he had no need for romantic love. Sure, it would make him unhappy whenever she found someone to marry, but in that case, it wouldn't be about him, anyway.

Even when she hunted for him, Kamui often preferred to do it - especially in the seasons where larger, more deadly game were more abundant than usual. As a dragon, his scales were very tough to even dent, which he often used to his advantage.

As it was, he soon returned from scouting around their territory (perhaps he was being paranoid, but he'd heard some odd sounds the other day, and so he was just glad that it wasn't anything that would - or could - threaten them,) pale and dark scales alike glinting in the bright sunlight, when he heard his sister calling for him. Long tail wagging happily, he bounded closer, where he heard her voice, and reverted back to human form in a shimmer of water while he was at it.

"Over here!"

Leanne didn't need romantic love when she had the love of her brother. Even when others complained that she was a bit too close to him, she never paid them any mind. She loved giving and receiving affection from him.

She doesn't need anyone else other than Kamui. She couldn't imagine anyone else filling the spot that he has in her.

He was overly protective of her but she chalked it up to him being a dragon over a heron. Her wings perked when she heard his voice and she hurries over to him in order to try and jump into his arms. If she was able to and he caught her, he would be rewarded with a long loving kiss on the lips. It seemed that ever kiss they have shared lasted longer than the previous kiss.

"I found you~ What have you been up to, brother?" She breaks the kiss and gives him a few moments to answer, cheeping a little, before attempting to give him another loving kiss.

Of course he catches her; of course, the kisses always take his breath away, too. This one is no different. Kissing her again, briefly, he ducks his head to nuzzle against her cheek.

"I heard strange noises last night, so I was investigating that." His gaze soft, he continues, "Who knew that a bunch of rabbits could make so much noise?" Their sheer number would be beneficial, if he could hunt enough for himself, or if Leanne chose to trap any of them.

"So there's a large colony of them now southeast of here."

Kissing her again, a low groan slips past his throat on accident, and he blushes, pulling away very slightly, without giving up the embrace.

Leanne giggles as he nuzzles her cheek. No one can kiss better than him and it made her feel so giddy whenever he return her kisses.

She listens attentively when he speaks and perks her wings. "So that is why it was a little noisy last night. They are probably all so cute." That will be a no on trapping them for now.

"You won't run out of meat then. That is good."

She blinks at the groan and smiles at him, giggling just a little at the blush. She goes to lean in to give him a series of smaller kisses.

"We should come to my garden. We can embrace more there and I want to show you how far it is coming." She speaks between each kiss. Letting out a small moan at the final few kisses, blushing as she smiles lovingly at him.

They made him king.

The thing that Catelyn Stark had feared, the thing that had driven her to be cruel to him the entire time he grew up in Winterfell and the thing that Jon had never wanted - now it was his. He was King in the North, meant to take up Robb's crown and champion his cause but it shouldn't be his. It should be hers, Sansa's, and that weighed heavily on him.

Heavy, too, was the knowledge that House Stark was going to die out unless he took someone to wife. It had been one of the lords who suggested it originally, to take Sansa for his wife, and Jon had wanted to reject it out of hand. But, the lord continued, he was only half Stark and the Targaryens married brother to sister for centuries. Why not he and Sansa?

He barely slept any longer, too honed by battle and keyed up to sleep in the soft, feather beds of Winterfell and his wanderings led him to Sansa's door. The hour was late and so he knocked lightly, not wanting to wake her if she slept. But, if she was still awake, he had something to ask of her.

Sleep was for others. For herself, she had little use for it. Unless it was necessary. It wasn't nightmares that kept her awake but the unknown of what might happen if she were to shut her eyes and be still. What dark hand would slip into her room and take what wasn't their's to have ...

Yes, she was awake when Jon knocked at her door. For some time too. The nights were long and too often did she wish for the hours to fly faster but they were merciless, as was life, she was finding out. Though surely, there were little gifts of fate. Ramsay's torn body being one of them.

There was one dark hand taken care of.

She owed Jon for that one.

Sansa pushed herself from the stool next to the hearth in her room and turned to the door. She held a dagger in one hand and though she knew it was Jon on the other side of the door, he could be with another who she did not trust. Though, she could only guess as to why he was here at all and so late. She opened the door and looked him over. "You look haggard, brother. Something weighs on you?"

Jon wished they weren't so close now and wished, fervently, that Sansa was cool to him the way she had been when they were children. It would make this easier, he thought, if she hadn't called him Brother. Still, he would do this. This would keep the North safe and, selfishly, it would keep her safe. She would be safe with him.

"The lords want you to marry. They're all asking for you. I won't let any of them have you," Jon blurted out. It wasn't eloquent but it was plain-spoken and what needed to be said. She needed to know.

"But one of them had the idea that...that you ought to be queen."

She knew what was being said. The talks that were being had behind closed doors without her, as if she didn't already know. Or at the very least, couldn't have guessed. That was one benefit to many thinking her simple or naive. It was better to be under-estimated and have the upper hand. She was aware that many were thinking her to be queen. After all, she was the lady of the North now, like her mother, and that held respect that many still remembered.

To carry on the line, however, she must have a child.

That ... was the complication.

To her own surprise, many agreed that Jon was the best for this. There was still speculation that he perhaps was not directly related to her. The rumors of him being another woman's son were old. He was still family however and the best choice by far. She had been expecting him to come to her, though she thought him to come much sooner than now.

It was almost endearing how the words stumbled out of him. She was a bit startled at the suddenness but then grinned and held the door open wider for him, gesturing for him to enter. "Come on in, Jon. I think we have much to discuss."

Jon hadn't expected the smile. He knew that Ramsay had used her ill under the guise of marriage and he didn't want to remind Sansa of that in any way, even if it was simply to conceive an heir and nothing else. He'd been in love once, already, and it'd been wonderful. As far as he knew, Sansa had never had the pleasure. Would it be fair of him to deny her the chance of loving someone for true?

Then again, Sansa was a lady. She knew her duty.

"I know marriage can't have much of an appeal for you," he went on, wanting her to know that he wouldn't be anything like her last husband.

"I just...I couldn't bear marrying you off to some man and not knowing how he'd treat you. I couldn't be responsible for your misery. I know that I would be kind to you."

He was the worst at this, wasn't he? Bless him, she could at least feel safe knowing that he truly did have her best intentions at heart. She pulled him inside her room and shut the door behind them, locking it as she usually did every night. A girl could never be too careful, after all.

"You're far too nervous for this sort of talk, Jon. Really. You're acting more like the blushing virgin than I am." Didn't that say something? Sansa did wonder though. Had he not been with a woman before? Surely. Even at Castle Black and all his dealings with the wildlings. She had heard stories but they could be false. "You have been with a woman, have you not?"

She went to the fire and pulled out another stool for him, waving her hand towards it for him to sit while she knelt by the fire and started it up again.

"Yes," Jon said darkly. He was making a mess of this and he didn't want to. He'd wanted to offer this marriage to her as a way to stay safe, to not have to be some man's wife again. Being his wife couldn't be as terrible as Ramsay and he couldn't trust that some other man wouldn't harm her. When it came to Sansa, he only trusted himself.

He sat, watching her tend the fire. "I had a woman at the Wall. She had red hair like yours, actually. The Wildlings think it's lucky. They call it being kissed by fire."

When he was alone, when he touched himself, he always thought of a red-haired woman with him. Somehow, though, he'd started to think of Sansa as that woman instead of Ygritte.

"I just don't want you to think I'm going to be like him," he said finally. "I won't make you come to bed with me. I want to keep you safe."

She sat on the floor, one hand stoking the fire and the other braced on the rug next to her, keeping her upright. It was understandable how difficult a conversation like this might be, especially for someone like Jon who was nearly as innocent as his name. It was sweet how he struggled with the proper words. Sansa looked up at him, listening without prejudice. "Perhaps the Wildlings are right. Look where you are now. Some do call it sheer luck that you have survived this far. That you are alive at all."

Too often these days did Sansa feel older than her age. Her time with Ramsay had felt like years ago now, yet still the memory of him was stained across her mind. She did not believe she would ever be rid of the man, not when she could still see him every time she closed her eyes.

That Jon's biggest worry was that she would think him like that beast, it near broke her heart. Had she been so callous to her brother to make him think this? Sansa instantly stood up and went to his side, one hand cupping his jaw to look at her. "You are nothing like him, Jon. And if you need reminding of that, I will say it again and again until I am sure you will believe it."

Then she kissed him on his forehead and grinned down at him. "Now if you're going to ask me to be your wife, which is what I think you are doing very poorly at, brother, you best at least look pleased about it," Sansa teased him.

"It's you that are lucky," Jon said, reaching out and touching a lock of her long, red hair. He'd always loved red-haired women, even before Ygritte, and Sansa was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. "You've fought battles I've never had to contemplate."

She seemed in good spirits about all of it, which eased his mind somewhat. Perhaps she'd been expecting it and prepared herself.

"It's not that I'm not pleased. I just know we need an heir, I'll have to bed you and I don't want to remind you of him or frighten you. I don't think I could stand it if you looked at me with fear. I just want to protect you, Sansa. I've protected you with my sword, I'll protect you with my body, too."

If only she'd had this sort of kindness with Ramsay. Perhaps she wouldn't be so hesitant about entering in another union. Marriage no longer held the same fascination to her as it had before, that was for certain. She moved her hand through his hair, pondering her next words. He seemed so worried for her. How could she make him see that she wasn't afraid of him?

"You are far too kind to me, Jon. You have put me first in all of this. Ramsay would tossed me to his dogs, if he'd wanted, and not thought twice or lost any sleep over it. Trust me," Sansa kissed the top of his head again and rested her forehead against his as she smiled. "When I look at you, it is not with fear or hesitation."

She trusted him entirely. With their land. Their home. Their bed. Some day, their children. It was probably their mother's worst nightmare but mother wasn't here. Even if she were, Sansa was sure her feelings would not swayed. "Do you remember when were little and you would hold me during the summer storms?"

"Aye. You were always a frightened thing, not like Arya. If I knew then what I do now, I would know that you're the bravest of all of us. You're just quiet about it."

Jon reached for her, one hand settling at the curve of her waist. "I won't give you reason to fear. I'll be gentle. Ygritte said that I was a good lover. I don't care if I never...I'm rambling again. I just want you to know that you're safe. You never have to worry about being some man's wife again. You'll be my wife."

"But then I wasn't scared when you were there, holding me. I knew you would protect me then, just like I know you'll protect me now." Even when they argued over battle strategies, there was never a moment that Sansa didn't trust her brother. He was too soft in such a hard world.

Maybe she was the lucky one to have him.

She didn't mind the rambling, the soft smile on her face said so. If anything, she enjoyed it. The sound of his voice was calming. It was always true. Jon wore his heart for all to see, though he was getting better at guarding it. She leaned into him, then settled to sit in his lap. "Maybe you should stop talking then and kiss me."

Jon laughed, a harsh little sound. She had the right of it, truly, but he had ever been one to overthink things that he should just react, instead, on his instincts. His instincts at the moment told him to kiss her just as she'd asked and so he did, wrapping his arms around her to press her up close to him, tilting his mouth over hers so he could kiss and explore her the way he'd been wanting to for longer than he cared to admit.

He didn't require passion in a marriage. Even if they lived chaste, he would have married Sansa to keep her from the indignity of being another man's wife. But there was passion between them, more than Jon was prepared to handle.

Of course Jon was more worried about her feelings than his own. He would never touch her unless she wanted him to, unless she allowed it. The power was in her hands and for that, she was eternally grateful to her brother.

Half or not, that was how she saw him. Her rescuer. Her liberator. That annoying shy older brother who always had his eyes out for her, making sure she was safe.

He wanted her, that much was clear to her by now. She tried deepening the kiss, pushing her body into his as if to prove to him that she as well wanted this. How much, she hadn't known until now.

Jon pulled away, just enough to take a breath and look into her eyes. She was impossibly beautiful, Sansa, and it was no wonder so many found themselves taken with her. He was taken with her too, completely lost.

"Are you afraid tonight, Sansa? Do you need me to stay?"

Fear was something she had learned to hide, though it still showed through sometimes. But since coming back home, since the re-taking of their home, she found herself feeling less and less afraid with each day. Instead, there was anger growing at the ones who had wronged them.

She shook her head, one of her hands lifting to the side of his face and tucking stray strands of his dark hair back. "No, I don't need you. But I want you to stay with me, if you like."

Jon trailed a hand down the curve of her neck, her shoulder. He had no idea how to begin this, what wouldn't frighten her and would only bring her pleasure. He knew that she said she wasn't afraid but he still fretted about it, was still too up in his head about what had happened to her to truly let himself free.

Too much about what we was had him tightly wound. He'd ever worried about making the right choice, making their father's choice. Freedom was something he hadn't had in a long while, probably not since they were in the yard at Winterfell as children.

"Is there something you favor in bed, my lady? Was there anything you liked? Or must I start at the very beginning?"

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incest.

Camilla | FE: Fates | OTA

just roll with me here

More than happy to. Nerd.

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Suguha Kirigaya (Leafa) | Sword Art Online | OTA

Osomatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san | ota

Kamui (either gender) | Fire Emblem Fates/IF | OTA

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Leanne | Fire Emblem | M/F

sansa stark | asoiaf & got

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yachi hitoka { haikyuu!! }