Eyes

There were always eyes on them. This wasn't like it had been at Storm's End, where practically everyone knew but no one said anything out of respect for the favored lord. Here, if anyone suspected anything, they would go tell their friends, who would tell their friends, and soon all of Court would know.

Renly and Loras were careful. They kept a respectful distance around others, kept quiet, kept out of each other's rooms overnight.

But it couldn't last. Sooner or later, someone would figure it out. And then they were dead men.

Until then, though, they relished their time.

Blood

Blood, oh gods so much blood, oh gods no-

Renly hardly kept from leaping out of his seat. Ser Gregor Clegane had killed his horse - its neck was gushing blood - and now he was coming for Loras - gods -

This couldn't be how it ended. Not by some mad knight whom Loras had beaten in a tourney.

Renly's breath caught in his throat, and he watched in terror as the man swung at Loras.

Some great miracle stopped his sword before it hit him again. Loras leapt up in shock, and Renly found his life returned to him.

Cake

Renly and Loras perused the supermarket, searching for the perfect box of cupcakes.

"I still think we should go to a bakery," Loras said. "Shireen deserves better than store-brand boxed cupcakes."

Renly snorted. "Of course she does, but Stannis doesn't. He'll flip his shit if we spend more than ten dollars on food. Something about Robert is drinking away our money, and you spend enough on your clothes."

"You do know that my money is your money, right? That's what being married means. And I have plenty."

They kissed, Renly grinning. "Anything to piss Stannis off and make Shireen happy."

Horse

Renly could ride a horse, of course. No self-respecting man wouldn't. But it was ridiculous that his squire, who was four years younger, could ride one better.

"Loras," he called as Loras dismounted, "did you ride often at Highgarden?"

"Sometimes, my lord." Renly rolled his eyes. Loras used his title only when he was behaving in a manner unbecoming of a squire.

"You're very good."

"I know, my lord."

Renly knew he ought to teach Loras respect, but he was only ever teasing to Renly. "Modesty is a virtue," he said, not expecting anything to come of it.

"Why?"

Light

Loras Tyrell looked like a celestial being. Renly sat right behind him in History, and the glare of the sunlight on his hair turned into both an angel's halo and molten gold.

Really, how was he supposed to focus on the War of the Roses when this brilliant creature was there? This boy who was brilliant at fencing, had one younger sister and two older brothers and who really should dress better - okay, Renly had a problem.

In general, what Renly Baratheon wanted, Renly Baratheon got. So why was Loras such an unattainable prospect?

He wouldn't be for long.

This... is... late. I'm so sorry; I have no motivation for doing anything but melting in front of my computer and it took a swift kick in the brain to get me going.

I hope you liked these! The ideas for Light and Cake came from baratheonbabe on tumblr, who is seriously amazing.

Have a nice Valentine's Day imagining Renly and Loras doing ridiculously gooey, sickeningly sweet things with each other! Review so I might actually update something on time next week.