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The (possibly AU) Sibling Incest Meme

Incest is, despite its taboo nature in most societies, actually a pretty popular convention in both romantic fiction and works of a more erotic bent, in everything from period or fantasy pieces to series taking place in places like modern day Japan. Still, the most common configuration in these fictions are the pairing of siblings. Perhaps this is because of the usual lack of age difference and power dynamic that exists in child/adult relative pairings, though this is not always the case. Because of this, a sexual or romantic relationship between siblings can almost seem, well, romantic in the right light. Of course, more often than not, there's a dark side under the veneer of forbidden love.

This meme is for those who would like to play out that, either the darkness or the light - or both.

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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[ Open to Peters, too, especially Raimi-verse and Webb-verse. ]

(ooc; got this guy if you'd like him!)

(down for Verin or any AUs, consecution can lead to all sorts of things)

It wasn't unusual for visitors to throng Cair Paravel, and less unusual that most of them were up-and-coming suitors seeking the hand of one of Narnia's Queens. And as Lucy was still relatively too young for that sort of thing (although Lion knew the nobility of the southern kingdoms were willing to marry babies in the cradle to cement alliances and such), that meant that most of the stuff-shirts were in Narnia to court Queen Susan.

It also wasn't unusual for High King Peter to be slouched on his throne, crown slightly askew with chin propped on hand, watching the proceedings through narrowed eyes as the southerners attempted to impress his eldest sister with their tales or prowess, wealth, station, and whatever inanity they thought might win them such a beautiful trophy to parade about back in their own lands.

All would believe Peter disapproving simply because of the principle; everyone knew he disapproved of arranged relationships in general, especially those involving his siblings. But no one, not even Edmund or Lucy, knew the true reason the High King glowered at this new arrival, an Archenlund noble brat with a loud mouth and even louder clothing, sitting with Susan in a cozy alcove across the throne room while his equally idiotic father tried to keep the High King's attention, and was miserably failing.

She’s as familiar with this as slipping on a dress now, as the breath in her lungs, as the kiss ring of her bow pulled taunt to the corner of her mouth before she exhales and lets loose. This dance of bartering alliances and power, of greedy men desiring a woman who doesn’t truly exist. Susan the Beautiful, the Jewel of Narnia - or Susan Heartsbane to those who have already tried for her hand and failed. They typically don’t call her gentle then.

It’s tiring, especially to entertain those who truly believe she would ever leave her beloved home to adorn their court like some pretty bauble and not the queen that she is, but she knows there’s advantages to it. The bonds forged, the information gathered, and a somewhat more vain side of her does occasionally enjoy the gifts of silks and jewels.

This is one of those times where it’s not quite veered steadily towards tiring, not yet. The young Lord Sorin has atrocious taste in patterns, mercifully funny stories, and a gaze which seems to frequent towards the neckline of her gown as though she wouldn’t notice. She’ll allow and entertain him for now - he is rather funny, and his lips has been delightfully soft as they brushed the back of her hand.

There’s the matter of another gaze too, burning into the nape of her neck and curling warm within the pit of her stomach. Blue eyes to match hers as she turns to appraise with a delicately arched brow, as Sorin natters on. A look of scolding, of challenge.

The old Duke's prattle finally ran down, and he bowed floridly before the High King, who came back to the conversation just to exchange the necessary pleasantries and nod his head in agreement, acceptance, whatever. As the old man toddled off, Peter cut his gaze back to the couple in the alcove again, just in time to meet Susan's sardonic gaze. Unabashed, Peter lifted a single eyebrow in response: what? You already know I don't approve.

Thankfully, Lord Sorin took the hint, since his father was heading for the throne room doors, and gallantly stood to bow over Queen Susan's pale hand, those soft lips lingering a little longer than was courtly appropriate. Then, unknowingly flaming the High King's smoldering temper even more, the lordling gently drew the Queen to her own feet, boldly sliding his arm about her small waist to pull her close, smoothly inquiring if he might escort her to dinner later this evening.

Pater's jaw gave a silent creak, clenched tight as it was, and he had to exhale a hard breath before he cracked his teeth...or clobbered this imbecilic Archenlunder dolt with one of the golden footstools on the royal dais. Thank the Lion, a voice at his elbow brought him to his senses before he could reach down and grab the thing, and he turned to see Beam looking at him, a little concerned.

"...Sire?"

Nostrils flaring again with his frustrated sigh, Peter let it go. Reluctantly.

"Yes, Beam."

"Are you quite well, Sire?" The faun looked genuinely worried. "You seem a little...distracted."

Peter refrained from rolling his eyes. And gave the predictable answer.

"Just tired, Beam. You know how much I enjoy these sorts of proceedings."

The faun, a bit more reassured, chuckled knowingly, relaxing slightly. "Aye, Sire. I do, indeed. But court is done for today, so will you be retiring to your study, then?" Peter's usual haunt, deep in the Cair.

"...not just yet." He gave the alcove a brief glance, mouth turning down in a slight frown. "I need a word with my sister, first."

( Absolutely willing to assume some kind of connection to make it make sense for the meme. Fandoms, other OCs welcome! She basically thrives on unhealthy relationships so... yeah. )

Edited (added a thing) 2023-02-26 22:31 (UTC)

( Gou already has a sibling in canon so I'd love to play off a Rin! I'm always cool with doing AU stuff though since that IS the name of this thread. )

[A brother or sister roughly the same age as her (16~17) would be great.]

[How would Akko like a chubby Gothy sister? Could be another witch or could be magicless and a little jealous of Akko?]

[ Mainly here for Damon ngl. ]

[ mostly here for twincest, separated at birth, or extra AU adopted siblings via "got sent away to try and keep her hidden from darksiders" type shenanigans (mostly for an easier cross canon option). she tends to have a very "us against the world" mindset with siblings and is unlikely to see anything wrong with whatever kind of relationship they have. ]

[Hey, so would you be up for a thread with the disasster duo? And if so, would you prefer something more tense that plays up the whole them-vs-the-universe angle, or something more chill where they're actually taking like 5 minutes for themselves for once? Actual smut is 100% negotiable. I would be up to write it but definitely not required.]

[ I'm always up for a thread with you. <3 Something more chill is kind of striking my fancy at the moment, oddly enough. But you know me, I'm game for anything (and we could always have the universe rudely interrupt if we get the urge too). 100% flexible on smut too, totally fine with seeing where the thread goes if that suits you? We both know they're affection- and contact-starved, but Bri can be perfectly content with lazing next to each other and idle touches. ]

[Works for me. Just a chill, lazy morning of idle affection and if later we want to wreck it or if it turns steamy we can do that. I'm leaving it pretty open on a lot of details that we can just poke at as we go, but as always, let me know if I should change or add anything!]

Exhaustion was the order of the day. Much as their daily life had been alternate parts grueling training and rigid campaigns for so many years, much as they had toiled under the watchful gaze of Supreme Leader Snoke, this was a new kind of exhaustion. Newly liberated from their former master, they had stepped into an oversight role that threatened daily to subsume them, and falling into bed at odd hours, bone weary and anticipating only a few hours respite was far from uncommon. Between the meetings, the inspections, the chokehold they had to maintain on the reins of this fledgling empire, there was precious little time to simply lie back and recharge. Yet, somehow, they had found a moment in which to do so.

For his part, he hadn't slept as long as he wanted, but he reasoned it was as long as he was going to. The bed was spartan, but he had long since grown accustomed to the thin cushion and the starched sheets. Awareness seeped in lethargically, enabled by the lack of any alarm, and he shifted marginally before stilling, because he wasn't alone. She was there.

A breath sighed out of him, and his palm smoothed up her spine, the pinprick in his fingers prompting a wince but nothing more. All in all, it was worth it. She brought an ease that no one else could, a trust that allowed him to splay on his back and fold her close, and a warmth that he hadn't found in any other person. Carefully, he resituated, withdrawing limbs that had splayed in sleep and tucking closer in against her to preserve the warmth. The arm around her curled tighter, and he even turned his face into the softness of her hair, lips pressing briefly to some point on her forehead.

There was no chance that he might reclaim the sleep he'd woken from, already far too alert, and beginning to ponder the day ahead, but they had no demands on their time this morning. There was nothing to pull him from loose tangle of the blankets, nor the weight of her against him.

It wasn't practical to have any sort of "one awake, one asleep" routine, not the least of which because neither of them were prone to sleep terribly long. Certainly not when alone. Certainly not these days, when the overwhelming pressure was even more in some ways and less in others, but mostly more or at least different enough to feel like more. A "divide and conquer" approach did work with some matters but not with all.

And, on a purely personal note, she didn't like the literal distance to become too great or for too long. Not now when they finally had a degree of agency and didn't have to contend with orders that might insist upon their separation.

A matter had kept her occupied for longer than she intended to be and her twin was already asleep by the time she was able to retire for the day. Quiet and careful to not disturb him as she went through her usual routine and she eventually joined him in a bed that could have stood to be more restful. They deserved something better, something more befitting their ascension, but creature comforts weren't a priority. Eventually, she would tell herself. When there was a moment to breathe. No matter that such moments were usually only this.

Cold ground could have been tolerable, really, if they were together. In her brother's presence was the only place she could fully relax, to shrug off the daily defenses and take a break from being on guard for a few hours. And once she relaxed, slipped into that actual restful sleep, she had settled in next to him, an arm draping across his torso out of that intrinsic need for contact and closeness.

It was debatable whether the slight movements or the subtle subconscious awareness of his waking gradually drew her from her own slumber. Brianna vaguely felt the embrace, his arm a comforting presence against her back, and her own wrapped around him in turn. These moments were precious, and even subconsciously she sought to hold and linger in them as long as permissible.

"Too early," she sleepily mumbled, making no effort to open her eyes yet. If the world saw fit to be kind and stay at bay for a while longer, she wouldn't complain.

It wasn't practical and it wasn't effective. Sleeping without her, even when he knew she wasn't far, or would return soon, had proven more and more difficult ever since they'd won the freedom to chose how much distance there was between them at any given moment. There was solace in her presence that he couldn't truly define, that seemed to seep into him not only by physical contact but even her presence in the Force. And perhaps that accounted for some of it? They were twins after all, practically the same person, according to some cultures. But he didn't think that encapsulated it fully.

"Too early," he agreed, resting his lips against her forehead once more. "Go back to sleep, Bri." His voice, forceful and demanding as it could be with all others, was no more than a whisper here, warm and reserved only for her. Just like the lidded gaze that took in the sight of her once he had settled back on his side. Just like the lazy, feather light slip of his fingertips up and down the arm she had slung across him.

In truth, he would have been perfectly content to lie there and enjoy her warmth while she slept, to watch over her rest. It was patently unlikely that even such comfort could lull him back to his own sleep, but that didn't deprive him of the comfort of laying there with her. Nevertheless, he doubted she would again find the peace that eluded him. He knew her habits, after all, knew sleep was as fickle a blessing to her as it was to him.

It was arguable whether his idle touches were banishing her chances or not, and indeed even if they were, he found himself powerless to stop them. He was too drunk on the feeling of her skin against his, on her warmth at his side, her presence entangled with his, as if the years that he had been forced to deny himself this contact had only honed his need for it.

"There's nothing on the agenda until midday."

[ The problem with being a demi-god: Incest is kind of normal. ]

[ Open to all sorts of fronts here, let's do it ]

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