Set in a modern universe in which Loras is a journalist and Renly is a politician in London. (Actually set in the Blood and Glory RP AU)

The window was open, Loras mused. The window is open and it’s the middle of winter.

 Normally Loras would have stood and closed the window before burrowing back down under the covers, once again doing his best impression of a blanket monster. After all, there would be no getting back to sleep until his nose stopped being frozen and his toes didn’t feel as if they would never be warm again.

 But normally Loras did not wake up with a heater in the form of a person beside him, strong arms wrapped around his waist, a broad chest pressed against his back, and an equally chilly nose pushed against his neck.

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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Renly Baratheon and Loras Tyrell
Disclaimer: All characters and settings in the below piece of fiction belongs to George RR Martin, and I am in no way profiting off of this
Summary: Renly never expected his first time in bed with Loras to be him cradling him as he worked through the extreme pain that racked his body; he never thought he would be completely clothed while Loras would be bare saved for the bandages around his torso and sweats brought on by pain; and he certainly never thought that it would be in the middle of the day, the only kiss they’d share a chaste one with chapped lips and breath that tasted faintly of milk of the poppy.

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//Thunderbirds and Cigarette Cases// Chapter 14: Don’t Get Attached (Epilogue)
RenlyxLoras AU Fanfiction
1950’s Homicide Detective
By Lemon-Sprinkles

 “Where is he?”

 “Just down this lane—in the middle. The white one.”

 Nodding, they walked down the grassy lane, passing stone after stone. Margaery’s hand was firmly in his own, Sebastian wandered a few paces behind, a bouquet of lilies in his hands that he was carrying for his mother. Staring at the white stone as they neared it, Renly squeezed down on Margaery’s hand, heart rate increasing as he tried to swallow down the anxiety and fear.

 “He’s been waiting too long, Renly,” she said as Renly slowed down even further. “Don’t make him wait another thirteen years…”

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//Thunderbirds and Cigarette Cases// Chapter 13: I’m not Sorry
RenlyxLoras AU Fanfiction
1950’s Homicide Detective
By Lemon-Sprinkles

 Pausing, he heard something different than the honk of horns from cars and the patter of rain on puddles. Staying still, he listened for the sound again, blinking back the rain in his eyes, water dripping off of his nose. He cursed himself for leaving his hat in his car.

 A whimper. There it was again—distinct now that he had heard it. Moving slowly through the yard, he kept his eyes and ears open, footsteps steady and as quiet as he could make them. Nearing an old canvas backdrop, Renly could hear some scuffling followed by a smack and the drop of a body. Keeping himself steady, he drew close and closer, gun raised as he neared the corner. Another small fight was heard, before a woman’s cry echoed off of the buildings around. That was when he turned the corner.

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//Thunderbirds and Cigarette Cases// Chapter 12: A Love Like This
RenlyxLoras AU Fanfiction
1950’s Homicide Detective
By Lemon-Sprinkles

 He knew he should have no gotten attached, they both knew it. It was a gamble or a shot in the dark, desperate and foolish but worth it if your number came up. Loras made Renly feel like he could do anything, like he was worth more than just the younger Baratheon—the boy with the golden smile but not much else. The boy who hid behind his words and his style, pretending he was something more when they all thought he wasn’t.

 But Loras never thought that. Loras never judged him or made him try to be anything that he wasn’t. Loras breathed life into him, made him want to do better even when he fucked up all the time. Even when he got himself so deep into something there was no way out, Loras was there with him, standing in that hole as they comforted each other and told each other they weren’t alone.

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sunandsilks replied to your post: sunandsilks replied to your post: I just love this…

Cat and I say you should write it. XD

It all started when Margaery had commented on one fabled door being the one to Loras’ room at King’s Landing.

 They had been walking up to one of the sun rooms with Margaery’s handmaids to enjoy lemon cakes and other fine treats, when they hustled past an unassuming door, regular in size and with nothing outwardly different about it.

 ”I do believe that is my brother’s room,” Margaery had said. Sansa stopped a moment to stare at it, heart beating a little faster as she thought about the possibility that Ser Loras spent most of his time in that room at night. She wondered, briefly, what his room would be like. Elegant, no doubt, fitting of a warrior, with tools to keep his weapons clean on the desk, perhaps a bit of parchment beside the cleaning cloth where he’d write down his inner-most thoughts. The bed… The thought of Ser Loras’ bed made Sansa blush a deep crimson, and she was thankful when the other girls hurried her along and away from the door.

 But no matter how hard she tried to forget about its location, the knowledge that she knew where he slept and spent his restful moments refused to leave her. She wanted to see what his room looked like— just a peek. It could not hurt, could it? She inquired about it with Margaery one day, trying to make it seem as if she was interested in the view more than anything else. Margaery most likely knew, a twinkle in her eyes, but she nodded and said the next time that they met, she’d show her the ‘view’.

 When the day came, Sansa was overjoyed. She’d spent the week thinking about it— a good distraction from all of the negatives that seemed to pervade her thoughts as she strolled through the castle that housed all of her nightmares. And her dreams, ever since the Tyrells arrived at King’s Landing. Hurrying up the steps towards the room, she tried to keep herself from wringing her hands too much, and smiled along with Margaery’s conspiratorial smirk as she opened the door and let Sansa in.

  It was a breathtaking room. Well, actually, it wasn’t much different than all of the other rooms in King’s Landing. The bed was large and wooden, the blankets on it the colour of cream with gold trim. There was a desk, as she’d suspected there would be, but it was mostly bare, save for a brush and a rose brooch that shone in the sun. But the feeling of the room was different. It smelled of rose perfume and leather, and Sansa wondered if that was what Loras’ hair smelled like. There was an easy comfort in the sparsity of it all, and she stepped further in, Margaery closing the door behind her.

 ”Do you like the view?” Margaery asked, breaking Sansa’s train of thought as she went to touch the edge of the bed.

 The view— of course. “I-It is very lovely,” she said, “it is much nicer than I had suspected it would be.” She tried to keep her attention on the window and the rather ordinary view, but her eyes drifted over to the large oak closet in the corner. His clothing must be in there— all those crisp whites that King’s Guards wore. She wonder what is clothing felt like— would they be soft under her touch?

 ”It is lovely,” Margaery agreed, and Sansa could hear a knowing tone in her voice. Of course Margaery knew— she always knew, it seemed. Smiling shyly, Sansa was going to suggest they leave, when they heard steps behind the door.

 ”Hide!” Margaery commanded, and pulled open the closet doors before gently shoving Sansa into it. Sansa had little time to react before she was pressed up against the soft cottons and smooth silks, the door shutting on her before Ser Loras’ voice broke through.

 ”Margaery!”

 ”Hello, brother!”

 Sansa blushed a deep red, and tried to stay still. It was awfully hard, her face pressed against one of his fine dining shirts— smooth and soft against her cheek. It smelled of lemons… Sansa loved lemons. She could only imagine what it would feel like to be pressed up against this shirt while Ser Loras wore it. How it would rise and fall with each breath he took, how it would cover his lithe, graceful frame…

 She found herself daydreaming, and lost track of the hurried conversation that was taking place until it was too late.

 ”Loras, you should really—”

 The doors of the closet were thrown open, and Sansa grasped one of the sleeves to balance herself as she almost tumbled out of the closet. Holding on for dear life, she could hear a rip, and let out a horrified gasp before she was in the embrace of strong arms.

 She did not dare look to see who had caught her, and instead pushed herself up as quickly as possible. His heat still lingered on her, and she tried her hardest not to blush or cry or stutter as she turned around to face Ser Loras. He looked terrible confused, arms still held out slightly, in the same pose he’d used to catch her. Try as she might, she could not seem to speak properly, eyes locked with his own beautiful hazel.

 ”I… I… Ser Loras… I mean… I will fix the shirt I ripped.”

 ”I’m sure he’s damaged his clothes much worse than anything you could have done— he’s become adept at hemming his own tears,” Margaery said, coming to the rescue as she gently placed her hand on Loras’ shoulder, seemingly snapping him from his stupor. “Is that not right, Loras?”

 ”It is, sweet sister. Lady Sansa, I should probably inquire as to why you were in my closet, but considering you are with my sister, it cannot mean more than simple mischief.”

 ”I am terrible sorry,” Sansa said again, her voice small. Oh this was terrible! She’d made such a fool of herself! But Loras was smiling, easy and open as he stepped out of the way and allowed Margaery to lead her from the room.

 ”Fix that shirt while you remember,” Margaery advised as she ushered Sansa out. “You remember the last time someone ripped your shirt.”

 Loras laughed, but Sansa could hear it was slightly hollow, not as warm as she had remembered it. “Thank you for the reminder, Margaery.”

 Margaery seemed to hesitate, then, but shrugged it off. “Sorry, brother. Come, Sansa— we have lemon cakes to enjoy.” Closing the door, she took Sansa’s hand in her own and lead her up to their favourite balcony.

Sansa could have said that she was embarrassed— and she was. She could have also said that she regretted it— which she did. But she could not say that a part of her was not pleased that she’d fallen into Ser Loras’ arms. It was like a dream come true. Even if she had been hiding in his closet.

• SiriusxRemus general smut fic for blessed-brilliance
• RenlyxLoras smut fic (Renly keeps the crown on) for lorasbaratheons
• Fic for hoganmclaughlin (topic and theme still not yet decided)
• RenlyxLoras Trilogy of Kisses with Renlyslittlerose
• 1920’s Baratheon brother AU fanfiction
• RenlyxLoras Western AU fanfiction

This will all be started when University is over

//Thunderbirds and Cigarette Cases// Chapter 11: Bundles of Joy
RenlyxLoras AU Fanfiction
1950’s Homicide Detective
By Lemon-Sprinkles

 “O-Oh… Oh, I’m… That’s just terrible,” she said, hand pressed against her chest. “I mean, she seemed like such a sweet girl—why would anyone do such a thing?”

 “That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Loras explained, leaning forward slightly on the desk. “Are you alright to answer some more questions—we don’t want to push you too much. Maybe you should get a glass of water and sit in the back?”

 The woman seemed to calm down after that, and Renly couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Loras put on his ‘suave lady-killer’ shtick.  It worked most of the time, though…

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   Loras had been fine all day. No sudden images of cocks or balls or assholes in his mind; no unfiltered lust coursing through his veins; no all-consuming need to just rut and not think; generally no thoughts of sex at all, which was rare, considering he was a young man with a sexual appetite that sometimes bordered on unhealthy. No, Loras had a normal day. He went to class, visited his voice coach, and had an impromptu dance-off with a few of his classmates, before coming home to have a nice spinach salad with water and almonds on the side for dinner, followed up with a refreshing shower.

 A pure, clean day, filled with innocence and productivity. Loras swore he saw a rainbow on his way home.

 But when Renly called to talk and suggested that he come over for the evening, Loras eagerly agreed that he should, before stating: “Bring your cock and your stamina—I want a good fuck.”

 It was then that Loras realized he was really, really randy.

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//Thunderbirds and Cigarette Cases// Chapter 10: Fools for Love
RenlyxLoras AU Fanfiction
1950’s Homicide Detective
By Lemon-Sprinkles

“This is one sick fuck,” Loras mumbled, pulling out a pad of paper and scribbling some notes down. “Rape is always horrible, but this? This just crosses so many other lines.”

 “I’ve seen this before,” Renly mumbled, staring at her ring finger on her left hand. They were so mangled it was impossible to tell if she had been wearing a wedding band or not. “I mean, a few brutal rapes like this back when I first started in homicide.” Standing up, he walked around the body, trying to find any clues.

 “Did you ever catch the guy?” Loras asked, staring at a bruise on her neck that came from the grip of large hands.

 “No, we didn’t.”

 That made them both pause, eyes flicking up to look at each other. “Copy cat?”

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