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ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑦𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙'𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑦 ? 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 .. 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜.
indie, selective, book-based LORAS TYRELL from A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. crossover && oc friendly. tw : possible dark / mature content. penned by WREN. template credit X.
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rexaestate:
@rexaestate.
"over my dead body!" the boy pointed an accusing finger at his lover, brows furrowed. the joke had gone right over his head! if only it didn't involve something so tender for him as having the pleasure of seeing Renly in his family’s colors. "wear the green doublet for me today. I'll know it's for me." in a quiet promise, rolling his eyes. someone was rather fussy — perhaps because he had been woken up to much more phylosophical questions than his brain was ready to answer. why couldn't they spend... say, another hour in bed? why did it feel like they were in such a hurry, if the war was already won?
Loras nodded and, hands raised in surrender, left the room with the stride of a man heading for death.
he was well liked, he knew, and admired by these men he'd defeated in tournaments more than once. even so, he took the stairs two steps at a time and barely stopped to greet them back. duty, they would think. duty. no more than a nod to the knights breaking their fast in the main hall, brushing aside the rest of Renly’s royal guard with such thorny words that there were no questions asked. Ser Barristan would be among them soon, he knew. he might even abdicate of his position of captain in favor of The Bold, if he was allowed to. the very thought nearly drove him to beam.
in the kitchens, he flirted with a yellow-haired girl and asked for hot water. how hot? enough for one to feel clean. enough to remain pleasant after being carried up many flights of stairs. the baths there weren't half as impressive as they were at Harrenhall, or even the soapstone pools they'd seen in Dorne in his squiring days, but it would be enough. a heavy copper tub, reserved for the anteroom of the lord’s chambers, covered with linen cloth. and, bucket by bucket, filled with scalding water that left the room cloudy with steam. "missed me much?" in a crooked smile, opening the tall bedroom doors. if he were king — would forbid Renly of ever getting dressed.
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renly rolled his eyes before letting his head fall back into the pillows, stretched over the bed like the cat he was. once he’s on the iron throne, he’s definitely going to normalize waking up at noon !
ahh yes, the WAR .. loras loved talking about the war almost as much as he loved talking about renly. which, frankly, was a bit concerning .. but who was he to judge a man’s hobbies.
“hm ?” lifting his head just enough to be able to see what his lover was talking about it, he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle at the sight. it had always been rather amusing to him that his MIGHTY KNIGHT who’d to protect him from all evil— happened to be half his size .. though he knew better than to underestimate loras’ abilities. although this wasn’t his field of expertise, he knew one didn’t necessarily have to be around the mountain’s size in order to be an exceptionally capable warrior, nor would one’s imposing stature guarantee great success in a fight .. renly himself was a walking example to that, though mostly because such things never truly amused him enough to try to learn more than what was necessary to survive.
“perhaps it’s time for me to stop wearing tyrell colo— oi, that’s some really fine material you’re tossing around like a dirty rag you know,” he protested playfully, forcing himself to sit up with his back against the headboard.
before renly could start complaining about their next destination, however, loras was discarding yet another offending object which happened to be the silk sheet covering his modesty. he smiled in amusement at the first kiss, gasped at the second, and the third one made him contemplate pulling his leg away but he was too intrigued to give in to the urge.
“.. loras,” came a half-hearted warning instead, which proved to be enough to bring the boy back to his senses. for now. would they be able to keep their hands to themselves during the bathing ceremony, he wondered.
“don’t keep me waiting for too long or i’ll fall back asleep ..”
@rexaestate. "oh, but you know what's good." in a husky chuckle, hands outstretched behind his back. "besides... I pray you haven't forgotten where your coronation was held. the unofficial one, at least, but my point still stands. Highgarden is the most valuable ally you could have." a still sleepy grunt, reaching for the pair of pants that ( heaven knows how ) had ended up tangled in the bed's high canopy. now, where...? was his shirt? "there'll be another, when the war is won, in the great sept. so all can witness your. . . is this mine?" holding up a woolen shirt, embroidered in golden thread. that alone could have been quite the clue, but Loras just had to go a step further and hold it against his torso. ah. clearly larger, reaching beyond his knees. "nevermind." tossing the garment aside, rummaging around for his own doublet. though his king’s words made him stop dead in his tracks, a lazy smile spreading across his face. there was nothing Renly could ask that he wouldn't cross oceans to accomplish. "mm, of course. this might be the last decent bath you'll have 'til we reach Cider Hall... Or, at least, the last quiet one." bending forth, yanking the sheets away -- to press a lingering kiss against his lover's ankle. . . . just one more, on his calf. now, his knee looks very lonesome, so another wouldn't hurt. the only possible outcome would be traveling up his thigh, now. humming under his breath. It took him quite a lot of willpower to straighten up, red in the face, trying to make himself presentable enough to speak to Lord Ashford's laundresses. filling a bathtub in the middle of a crowded camp: a much more difficult task. he wouldn't trade the privacy of stone walls for the world.
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Loras all but whimpered as the other moved away from his embrace, bewildered and sleepy. had he said something wrong? how could he, when the day had just begun and he had barely uttered five full sentences? falling back, hand resting on his own stomach, eyes forced open. seemed it was time to wake up, after all, for such serious matters demanded that he don the multicolored cloak. “i do, my king. i swear it.” head lulled back, sheets puckered around his hips. one leg promptly pushed off the mattress, the other stubbornly following, before he could get up. stretching like a cat in the sun, lean muscles of his back as visible as ever. “monarchs are born and killed, and yet no one seems to give a second thought to what the people want.” marching to a copper bowl in the corner of the room, still blessedly nude from the night before. lazily scratching the back of his thigh before dipping his hands into the cool water. bathing his face. “children with full bellies. healthy brides. spare grain.” rubbing down to his elbows, curls dripping diligently. “and what would your brother give them besides crusty bread, after a hard day’s work? and a rather ugly face for their coins.” drying himself off with a linen towel, lazily making his way back to bed. knee propped up, eyebrow raised. had The Warrior ever been so full of ideas? “you’ll be the reason even farmers can be one step closer to tasting the harbor gold they seal in barrels. no more contentment and bitterness. strawberries, Renly. peaches. honeycomb, for the commonfolk of Kingslanding. and they’ll adore you for it.”
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“ why me? out of everyone you could’ve chose .. ”
( sending something from the last meme you reblogged just to get you started now here's an opportunity to praise your king !! 🫢 )
". . . why this now?" no more than a mumble. cheek sunk into the pillow — all the grace of a warrior when stripped of his armor and curled up in bed. the velvet of the curtains made it so it was unbearable to close them during summer, but the sunsoaked room irritated him to the point of creating a small crease between his furrowed brows. leg draped along Renly's hipbone, yanking him closer, 'til he could see nothing but the blessed darkness of his hair. "you are... the only possible choice." the rise and fall of his chest, how cool his skin felt. "the best of them. i believe it, wholeheartedly." unable to contain herself, Loras let out a yawn, smoothing a hand over the curve of the man's thigh. "hmm. and no other monarch has ever been so sweet to look upon." pat, pat.
shippy memes for you hoes
“ i had a dream about you. ”
“ i’ve never cared about anyone the way i care about you. ”
“ i know it’s not fair to ask you to wait for me, but i can’t bear the thought of seeing you with someone else. ”
“ i’m not really good at this sort of thing. i never really had much luck with relationships before but i wanna make it work. i want us to work. ”
“ i love you. you don’t have to say anything, i just thought you should know. ”
“ i do care about you i’m just. i’m not good at talking about it. ”
“ i didn’t like seeing you with them. ”
“ you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to. ”
“ i could have lost you today! do you know what that would have done to me? ”
“ do you even know what you do to me? ”
“ i can’t stop thinking about you. ”
“ you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met. ”
“ i don’t deserve you, but i want you anyway. ”
“ you’re safe with me, you know that right? ”
“ please just tell me how you feel. ”
“ just say the words. tell me you want me and i’m yours. ”
“ you’re always there. i didn’t used to see it before, but i do now. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there. ”
“ you had a dream about me? ”
“ i guess i always kinda had a little bit of a crush on you. ”
“ you thought i never noticed you, but i did. i always saw you. ”
“ oh my god please don’t tell me you tried to make breakfast again, the stove hasn’t recovered since last time. ”
“ you waited for me? ”
“ i was always kind of hoping we’d give it a shot one day. ”
“ you were always my maybe, ya know? ‘maybe they’d finally ask me out.’ ‘maybe when i wasn’t the one looking, they were noticing me too.’ i know it’s silly, but. you were always in the back of my mind. ”
“ oh god you’re really gonna do the whole rocks against the window at midnight boombox thing aren’t you? ”
“ i’m gonna wait for you, as long as it takes. ”
“ loving you saved me. ”
“ why me? out of everyone you could’ve chose. ”
“ i’ve always loved you. ”
“ i know it’s late, but i just needed someone and. i guess you always answer when i call. ”
“ i brought pizza and wine and a horrible movie so in the words of rory gilmore, i’m ready to wallow now. ”
“ you didn’t have to come ya know? i’m glad you did though. ”
“ if we could run away together and go anywhere, where would you take me? ”
“ what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night. ”
“ i dont want to go back to how we used to be. i want more. i want you. ”
“ you’ve had every piece of my heart since the moment i met you. ”
“ why is it your always the one to pick up the pieces every time my heart breaks? ”
“ are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you actually gonna kiss me? ”
“ i’m gonna marry you one day. ”
“ i used to think about what it’d be like if we got together. ”
“ yes, of course i love you, you idiot. ”
“ just stay this time. stay for me. ”
“ don’t you dare give up on us. ”
“ i always come running back to you. i can’t help it. ”
“ you deserve someone who always puts you first. ”
“ you were never my second choice. ”
“ they don’t deserve you. and i’m not— i’m not tryna be that asshole that says i do. but sure as hell would never hurt you like that. ”
“ i’m never gonna let you go. ”
1x04 - Rejected
Boy's shirt: rises up to show his midriff
Me, sweating: don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't loo~
“He knows Renly would have found trouble sooner or later, but in these worlds, he would be able to protect him.
There are many worlds for Loras. And in all of them but this one, the sun.”
This one is so heartbreaking.
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Renly gave me the van. Otherwise it would have been me helping him don his armor. He often entrusted that task to me. We had … we had prayed together that night. I left him with her.
Loras Tyrell
George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
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rcsegilded "Ow! Little sister, you'll cause me an injury! What a useless guard i'd be then..."
Loras' laughter echoed through the stained glass windows as it did when he was just a young boy, playing among rose bushes and streams, pretending he was a famous hero. How he had missed home... The knight breathed in the air of the Reach almost in reverence-- Gods knew how horribly gloomy and rainy Storm's End could be. Feeling the warm Sun on his cheeks and the scent of lilacs in the wind was a blessing. He almost told Marge that, how lucky she was that her future husband would declare himself king, and so she wouldn't have to be Lady of the Stormlands.
His mind whirled with possibilities, with memories shared on the pebbled beaches and grassy hills-- Of Renly, young and proud and cheeky, guiding him by the hand through all the secret places of his childhood. And now Loras could do the same, could take him for a boat trip on the Mander, marvel him with Willas' hawks and hounds, kiss him in the high hedge mazes where no one would ever find them...
But a single look at his sister made his fantasies dissipate. Loras's posture became almost embarrassed-- something that didn't suit him at all. How many years had he spent hating the nameless, faceless lady who would marry Renly, just so that the woman came to be his confidant, his friend, his sister?
"The wedding." He mused for a second, before following her in slow, heavy steps. Of course, it was natural for maidens to tremble at the altar... And in that case, he did so too. The Knight of Flowers hadn’t thought much about it, no. It’d drive him mad. "Of course you're ready, my love. You're a woman, flowered and grown. There is no maester in the Seven Kingdoms who'd dare say you are not."
His voice was soft, and the boy gently patted one of the girl's shoulders.
"If it is Renly who worries you, I assure you that he is everything you could dream of. He is kind, gallant... Handsome. Or so i've heard other ladies say." He became more hesitant, but his smile remained. "And I am sure that he will treat you with all the respect and consideration a wife should have in her Lord's heart. If he doesn't? Well, i'm his guard! I can very easily bonk him on the head with my spear, you'll see."
Oh, what he wouldn't say to make her laugh? He timidly stroked the cloth of his cloak, silk in all the colors of the rainbow.
"You musn't worry about Joffrey, or Stannis, or any of them. Your husband will be better, smarter, more charismatic. This war is a mere formality, for it is already won, sweetling."
Patrochilles
Achilles: Being gay is not a choice.
Achilles: *holding Patroclus like a trophy* But it is a game and I have won.
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Nowergian Wood by Haruki Murakami.
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“sometimes moaning “oh god” into his shoulders is prayer enough.”
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