
Get those Twilight ones out of there. They do not belong amongst such classics.
Otherwise, Good God, I want these on a number of levels.

Get those Twilight ones out of there. They do not belong amongst such classics.
Otherwise, Good God, I want these on a number of levels.
So this is me, clearing my mental cache before I go about writing Irene Adler again. I stumbled upon a GoT kink meme (goodbye, free time), but this is rather pure because the prompt called for “youthful experimenting” and they’re like, really tiny here. I wish I could quit you crazies, I swear.
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Jaime Lannister/Cersei Lannister
Rating: PG
Warnings: Incest, children kissing—
There’s nothing wrong with kissing your brother or your sister. That much was common knowledge to anyone with eyes.
So it was difficult for Jaime and Cersei Lannister to recall a time before kissing. Lords and ladies at court kissed greetings on cheeks, after all. Siblings did that, too, and distant relatives—kissed each other’s cheeks, or sometimes mouths, albeit briefly. Very gallantly, Jaime would kiss his sister in the morning, when he first saw her, and whenever they were separated, just before he had to go, and as they parted in the evening. Hello, goodbye, goodnight. She’d kiss him back without a moment’s hesitation.
The servants didn’t blink at their behavior, not when the twins were that young. “Little lion cubs at play,” they’d say, cooing the way people coo in the presence of children. Jaime didn’t mind, but Cersei wouldn’t suffer that. Her face turned red to the roots of her golden curls and she’d stomp her foot and insist they weren’t cubs, not them. But that was Cersei, determined to be a lioness before the age of eight.
“Don’t listen to them,” Jaime said, every time. “We’re already lions, just like Father.” And that would placate her, at least for a little while.