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twin flames

The Twincest AU Meme

Incest between twins is a subclass of sibling incest and includes both heterosexual and homosexual relationships. While in modern Western European culture, such behavior is considered taboo and is quite rare, incest between twins is a common feature in Indo-European, Asian (such as Japan, the Philippines, and Bali) and Oceanian mythology, and there are a few societies in which the prohibition on it is limited or it is partially accepted [Wiki].

For your whole life, you've been a one-of-a-kind. Maybe you've had siblings, but your siblings are different or older or younger. Nobody quite like you, nobody exactly close.

Or has it been like that? Don't you have someone closer than a regular sibling - a twin?

In this meme, you do! You're a twin. And not only that, but you're...close. Closer than close, actually, in ways the outside world might not understand. It may be a misconception, or you could actually be inappropriately involved; yet in the end, you still have each other, just as you started with. And who needs anyone else? You two don't.

HOW TO PLAY

AU your character into being a twin. It will probably be fraternal twins so you can account for differences in appearances and/or gender.
You can age characters up or down to be the same age.
Otherwise, comment with character information and then tag others.

PROMPTS

Treated Badly: The way you grew up was difficult, so you've pulled close to the only person you knew.
Posing: Luckily, you look different enough that, if you should leave your childhood home, no one would know you're related.
Protecting: There's usually a dominant, protector twin. That's you. You have to protect your brother/sister from all those out there who'd want to use them.
Narcissism: What's better than masturbation? Being with someone who looks almost like you.
True Love: Your love is just like any other couples'. How can you be blamed if you were born in the bodies of twins?
No One Else Understands: Nobody gets you like your twin. It's such a relief to come to them and forget everything else.
Exploring the Differences: You want to see everything that makes the two of you differ.
Always Been Like This: There's almost never been a moment where you haven't been sexually or romantically involved with your twin. You don't question it.
Childhood Returns: Some old habits from the past have started to resurface.
Natural You were born into this world together. You're soulmates.
Competition: Nearly everything's a game in you two's capable hands. You just want to see who's the best.
Jealous: You want to keep what's yours all to yourself.
Share and Share Alike: You've shared all your life. It's not stretch to share other people.
Nonsexual: You're romantically involved, but not sexually. That's okay, you have something more pure than sex.
Borderline: The one place you said you wouldn't go is the place you're getting closer and closer to. As long as there's no penetration, there's no sex, you tell yourself.
Guilt: There is some self-awareness of how messed up this is.
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( canon-wise good with any other targ, but especially taken with helaena and aemond being twins. )

[Any version of her brother is fine, actually.]

[Any Thors/Lokis are welcome]

( does YOUR character want to be completely obsessed over by a guy who idolizes his parents' and grandparents' incestuous marriages??? come have some fun, with this awful man! ota for genders/au/xcanon/whatever. ♥ permissions + warnings. )

[ idk if it makes sense but i have sansa? ]

( ooc; i love sansa! if you have an idea i'll roll with it. my only caveat is i'm not a modern au fan, so i prefer in-universe stuff, even if the time/era gets moved around. )

[ ooc: maybe sansa as a ward or some kind au niece or cousin? ]

[ ~~if you'd like another redhead~~ completely willing to au gwen as a twin, perhaps her red hair is a shocking sign that the targaryan bloodline is diluting? more than happy to give her a dragon ~~because dragons are my jam and i love it~~ annnnd, maybe they aren't very close as children (because ew, mongrel), but as they grow older they start to really rely on each other and things evolve? idk, just spitballing ideas bc i adore your daemon! ]

( ooc; aah, thank you! ♥ that sounds like a fun idea. daemon would have been endlessly hostile to the idea of being apart, and pushing for more contact as he got older and had more agency. and please, have a dragon! they are fun as hell. )

[ you are so welcome! ♥ would you like to set this during Jaehaerys' reign or the early part of Viserys' time as King? we can make either work, i have no doubt. and dragons are fucking awesome; Gwen rides a silver-grey named Ysera, who's only half the size of Caraxes but so much sleeker and faster. (come get some, old wyrm).

maybe they were close when they were tots, but got separated in their teens and have been miserable since? i know gwen would be very protective of her brother - not that he needs it - but she'd claw out the eyes of anyone that dared speak out against daemon, and i'm sure it'd be mutual. if all of this works, i can throw up a starter my next post! ]

( ooc; maybe right as viserys is coming into power, and they think he'll reverse all the measures that were in place keeping them apart, but he doesn't?

all sounds great to me! )

[ ❤️! lemme know if this works; i can edit if needed ]

[ The funeral was slated for the morrow. King's Landing still mourned the loss of the Old King, Jaehaerys, but solemnly celebrated the successful succession; a Targaryen still sat upon the Iron Throne. King Viserys was only a score and eight years, but his generous disposition and preference for peace and prosperity had won him the hearts of the smallfolk since the announcement that he'd been made his grandfather's heir.

Guinevere walked the halls of the Red Keep in a melancholy fog. Not only had she just lost her grandfather, but her eldest brother was now King, and now even more out of her reach. Her family was dwindling, but it wasn't Viserys that she longed for. She still missed Daemon. Her twin. Her other half. The one who had pulled her from their mother's womb, for the midwives still whispered about Princess Alyssa's mismatched twins, how the boy had come into the world dragging his sister behind him, small fist clenched firmly around her tiny wrist.

Though she was a Princess, and carried the Targaryen blood in her veins, she nevertheless often felt like an outsider. She had even successfully bonded a dragon, a fierce grey female named Ysera, and her eyes had deepened to cool indigo as she'd grown, but the most striking feature she possessed was the fall of flame-colored hair that reached to her waist. "Targaryen Mongrel" some had dared whisper, only to find themselves on the sharp end of her twin brother's blade. And how she missed him!

They'd been inseparable as children, doing everything as one; eating, sleeping, bathing, studying (although it had been more Daemon making Gwen giggle rather than actually pay attention to the lessons), and their mother had taken them both riding from birth until her untimely death, when the twins had just been a tender two years old. Their mother's death had naturally brought brother and sister so much closer, taking refuge in each other and finding solace in their shared twinship. Even into her teens, Guinevere had crept into Daemon's bed at night, simply to have him hold her while she slept, to keep the nightmares at bay.

But then, not long after their sixteenth birthday, Daemon had been sent to Dragonstone and Guinevere confined to the Red Keep. It was agony. Presumably, Daemon had been sent away to learn the finer points of ruling a territory, while Guinevere was put on display as a pretty trophy for any ambitious nobleman to claim. Which had backfired, ironically, as no one wanted the "leavings" of the Targaryen royal family. That suited Guinevere just fine; she had no intentions of marrying, royal command or not.

She spent her days and years studying, flying Ysera, entreating Viserys to bring Daemon back to King's Landing, if only for a visit. Or, to let her go to Dragonstone. Living with eternal heartache was a nightmare, but she had no choice. She'd even railed at her eldest brother for not writing and informing Daemon that their grandfather had died. He'd remained standoffish about it, but Guinevere was just as fiery as her scarlet tresses suggested; she sent her own message, biting back sobs as she wrote, but unable to keep a few tears from splashing the parchment.

When the ink had dried, she'd pressed a kiss next to her signature, hoping he would read it in time and come. Now, the evening before, her heart had sunk almost down to her feet, for her beloved twin had still not arrived. A book in her arms, she haunted the Keep's high corridors, hoping against hope for a miracle. ]

[ On Dragonstone, Daemon is seen as Queen Alysanne's heir. The darker parts of himself are well papered over by strange habits that appeal to smallfolk: speaking to men and women the same way, paying generously, feeding criminals to his dragon in great fanfare and entertainment for all. He minds the keep, the last real Valyrian stronghold, the one his brother won't set foot on for lack of an easy way to get there, as good as any who lived before the Doom.

He also drinks, and whores; he gambles, he gets into fights. He is brutal on the battlefield, and barely scrapes himself together when herded by Corlys. The sealord has maintained a forced friendliness despite the snubbing of his wife— who was equally recently in the dark concerning the passing of their grandsire. Difficult to keep things from Dragonstone and Driftmark at the same time, so closely linked as they are. Even without wings it's a short sail, but with, they're practically within shouting distance.

The sky is as red as the keep despite the late hour. Ysera will notice first, perhaps roar from depths of the Pit when she senses the agitated arrivals of Caraxes and Meleys. Neither the Blood Wyrm nor the Red Queen allow themselves to be corralled below ground even after their riders have departed, and they perch and prowl over King's Landing. The royal household is forced to scramble with the sudden arrival of Princess Rhaenys (and her windswept old man) and Prince Daemon, though the Queen Who Never Was puts her foot down quickly about any fanfare.

Mourning, and anger. Doors slide heavily, armor of the kingsguard clangs and shifts, swallowing Rhaenys' frustrated opening words to Viserys and Aemma. There is an absence, noticeable but not remarked on—

Perhaps the new king things his brother won't come at all, and will spend the pyreburning hungover. It's not so. In the distance, Vermithor shrieks for his rider. Daemon makes his way through secret passageways of his childhood home, determined.

It's been too long. His heart beats in time with hers; he knows where she is. ]

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