India

Renly emerged from the dressing room clad in a bright orange tunic, beaming at Loras. "What do you think? I got it in India."

Frankly, Loras hated it. He didn't understand Renly's obsession with fashion - what was in style never looked good, and what looked decent was always two weeks gone. "Er..."

"I thought the color might be a bit much, but the cut's gorgeous. I couldn't pass it up."

"You look great in it." It wasn't a lie. His boyfriend looked great in anything, even this. "But you'd look better without it," he added, pulling the eyesore off.

Muse

Loras was still shaking when he fell to his knees, sword covered in blood. "You should've protected him," he choked. "You were sworn to protect him!" The sword dropped from his hands as he tried not to collapse over Renly's body, all the affection they hadn't shown in life bursting out. He dragged his hand over the tear in the king's armor, the bloodstain.

Hearing the commotion, the rest of the Rainbow Guard rushed in. Loras returned his half-closed eyes to Renly, wishing with half his heart that Margaery were there. The other half had died upon losing his sun.

Wrong

"I've no right to be king," Renly repeated.

"Yes, but you'd be better than anyone else." Loras whispered the words to him, stroking his lover's face. "We have swords; we could help you-"

Renly rolled on top, kissing him. As he pulled back, he said, "I'll hear no more talk of this. Yes, Joffrey is all wrong for the job, but he has the Lannisters behind him."

"You'd have the Tyrells behind you-"

"I've already got a Tyrell behind me." Renly smirked.

Loras frowned. He kissed Renly again, and they lost themselves in each other with no regard for kings.

Key

Sometimes Renly wondered why his brothers had keys to his apartment.

They didn't visit often, but it was always unannounced.

Robert Baratheon threw open his door, roaring, "Get away from your work; we're going to the pub!" He headed to Renly's bedroom, where he was likely bent over a sewing machine.

Well, he was bent over something.

His desk shook as he was pounded into it by someone, not a scrap of clothing around. Robert made a noise like a startled boar.

Renly looked up, as did the other man: Loras Tyrell.

"Robert - I-"

Robert knocked from then on.

Trap

"It's locked."

"No way." Dismayed, Loras pushed at the closet door, wiggled the handle. "Did we miss the last bell?"

"Could've."

They had left History early to meet in the janitor's closet, but it seemed they had been so wrapped up in each other that the day had ended without warning. Loras tugged up his collar unconsciously to cover the fresh mark on his neck.

"Well, we'll have to find some way to pass the time until someone comes to clean," he remarked.

"Trapped in a closet indefinitely... whatever can we do?" Renly pushed him back against a shelf, smiling.


Special thanks to my friend Valeria for the idea for Trap. Hope you liked it!
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