Gay Westeros

The pain of losing the Tyrells is too much so i started a blog.

[nedseii]

hi i love your artwork so much; your style is absolutely adorable!! if you're still taking requests i would love to see margaery and/or loras in your style, but if not that's fine!!

TYRELL KIDS HELL YEAH!!!!!

TYSM!! I hope you'll like this >:D

[longlivetyrells]

Bridgerton x GoT Crossover That No One Asked For

[watchingwisteria]

i want to pretend like nothing bad will happen to ser loras ever. he is safe from harm. in fact i smuggled him out of the sept myself

[longlivetyrells]

A Baratheon Memoir: A Dance for Suitors

Main Characters: Original Female Character, Renly Baratheon

Other Characters: Robert Baratheon, Loras Tyrell, Margaery Tyrell, Stannis Baratheon, Dickon Tarly

Summary: Robert threw a feast to hunt suitors for his youngest siblings but little did he knew, Renly had it all covered. Or Two single siblings chatting about potential partners in a dance.

Warnings: none

A/N: inspired by an imagine I posted earlier about the Baratheons having a younger sister, I might turn it into a series, so feel free to send me requests/ plot ideas!

Word Count: 1100

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Melodies resounded, culinary delights tantalized the senses, and lords and ladies from the far reaches of the Seven Kingdoms adorned the grandeur of the Iron Throne's fall. Amidst the opulent affair, she stood in a corner, delicately sipping from a goblet brimming with wine emblazoned with the emblem of her noble lineage. Yet, weariness nestled within her, for this soirée had become all too familiar, a predictable routine orchestrated by Robert, her brother, who scheduled such celebrations with alarming regularity, each time conjuring up a different excuse. This occasion, a mingling event, aimed to unveil unmarried nobility in the hopes of forging an ideal alliance—a notion that seemed preposterous.

Robert persistently teased his two youngest siblings about their reclusive lives, oblivious to the fact that neither of them was truly alone. Nevertheless, the king's whims prevailed, and if he desired to parade his sister and brother before the court, then they would graciously play their assigned roles. Sylvina had come to understand that it was far easier to oblige than to engage in endless arguments with a mad and inebriated man.

Drifting through the lavish spectacle, she adorned an emerald-hued gown adorned with the intricate patterns of her noble house. Her cascading tresses framed her countenance, and upon her silk raven hair, she wore a crown gifted to her by her brother—a delicate arrangement of miniature roses, each set with a radiant emerald stone. Adorned with minimal jewellery, unlike the ostentatious preferences of Renly and Robert, she embraced a preference for understated elegance. Her siblings often jestingly attributed this trait to an inherited likeness to their brother Stannis.

"Sister," Renly interjected, joining her in solitude, his lips curling into a smile. He was the sole companion thus far, as others seemed either terrorized by Robert's volatility or cowered beneath her visage of discontent. "A splendid feast, is it not?" he inquired, fully aware of the answer. "Indeed, I am overwhelmed with joy," she retorted, rolling her eyes. Renly laughed, for that was his nature—a man easily entertained, never one to shy away from filling the air with the symphony of his laughter. Once, Robert had been akin to this, until he wed that wretched witch.

She returned his jest with a smile. "So, my prince, have you discovered your perfect match yet?" she playfully taunted, well aware of his forbidden relationship with Loras, a sight she had stumbled upon countless times within the halls of Storm's End.

Renly protested with a roll of his eyes. "As a third son, my marital prospects bear no consequence for the family," he coldly responded. "And as the fourth, Robert deems it fitting for me to be wed to one of his snobbish acquaintances," Sylvina replied, raising her wine glass to her lips for a sip.

Arching an eyebrow, Renly observed, "I see your stay in King's Landing has kindled a fondness for wine, perhaps influenced by our dear King and Queen?" Sylvina lightly punched his arm when no prying eyes were upon them.

"Besides, worry not about suitors, dear sister. You can always marry Loras, and Robert would delight in a union with another esteemed and ancient house," Renly commented, playfully taking her glass and sipping from it. She protested and swiftly retrieved her glass. "I thought you were already wed to him," she teased once again. Renly scoffed but, after a moment, relinquished the glass back to her, slightly less intense than before. "There are worse fates than marrying Loras," he reminded her. "You do realize that he and I do not get along, do you not?" she retorted in disbelief.

"He is an honourable young man, devoted to his kin, handsome, and I have witnessed the tenderness with which he treats you. However..." Renly's words trailed off, for he knew the harsh reality that awaited them. "He does not hail from a Great House, and the likelihood of Robert ever granting his approval for Dickon is slim. If such an unfortunate circumstance arises, you are left with two choices: either wed Loras and keep Lord Tarly as a secret affair or... allow Robert to decide your fate, which would most likely steer you toward the frigid embrace of the North."

Her brother spoke the truth, as he often did, though his wisdom was seldom showcased. "And what of you, dear brother? Who shall be your prospective suitor?" she desperately attempted to shift the conversation, weary of a future tainted with bleakness. "Fortunately for me, the noble houses of Westeros lack suitable female heirs," he laughed, adding, "Though Margaery would be a possibility if she not succeeded in supplanting Cersei." He smiled, his mind contemplating the potential suitors, a notion Sylvina found exasperating.

"Shall we dance?" she implored, finally reaching a state of inebriation that allowed her to revel in the feast of courtship. Renly nodded, accepting her invitation. Taking her hand, he planted a gentle kiss upon it, leading them both to the centre of the dance floor. "Is your dear Lord Tarly present this evening?" he inquired. She shook her head, and her brother offered a smile.

The two began to sway in unison with the melody, captivating the attention of Robert, who held mixed feelings—he wished his siblings to relish the evening, yet harboured concerns that their sole interaction was limited to each other and the Tyrells, instead of fulfilling their duties as prince and princess.

"I am aware of your worry about the future, dear sister, but rest assured, whatever the outcome, it shall be to your benefit. I shall never allow anyone to impose a miserable fate upon you," her brother whispered, his words serving as a promise she knew he could not entirely keep. Nonetheless, they provided Sylvina with a comforting solace. "Do you think we should disclose our potential suitors to Robert just yet?" she inquired. Renly shook his head, laughing heartily. "And deprive him of these feasts? We both know his ulterior motive is to find a partner to warm his bed for the night," he jested, eliciting laughter from Sylvina.

[longlivetyrells]

Keeping Up With the Kardashians x Baratheon-Tyrells Crossover That Y’all Need

Bonus: honorary Tyell

[longlivetyrells]

Of Shores (Oneshot)

Characters: Loras Tyrell, Renly Baratheon, Original Characters

Summary: Loras gets injured and Renly is freaked out about it.

Word count: 910

Warnings: slight mention of death, injury

A/N: hi! So, i miss my Tyrells so if you guys have any specific oneshot requests please spam my inbox and I’ll try to write as many as I can!

Credits: polarrity - polarr filter by chrome, photos from Pinterest

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The castle trembled as doors were slammed, every footstep taken made the ground shake and tremble, and every step closer made his heart skip a beat, Loras laid in his bed, gulping, knowing too well the consequences of his actions, his servants remained alert.

The doorknob was turned, although it happened quickly but to him, it felt like he was frozen in time, the door was open wide and the lord of storms end chimed, rage in his eyes “were you out of your mind?!” He shouted, Loras remained quiet “I specifically ordered you not to sail that boat during the storm! But you… reckless, disobedient, arrogant knight would not listen to anyone but your ego!” Loras bit his tongue, giving the servants a look “this will be it, leave us” Renly ordered, although he was furious but he remained as calm as possible with his servants.

They needn’t be told twice, their lord was kind, but at rare times like this, they knew better than to be around him, the door was closed, leaving the two alone, Renly paced around the room anxiously, while the knight adjusted his position into sitting instead of laying “don’t you dare” Renly warned, attempting to rest him, but the knight pushed him away and forced himself into sitting, ignoring the daggers of pain “Loras-“ the older man’s tone softened as he saw the expressions of pain being forced to be held hidden, he might’ve went too far.

“Don’t Loras me!” the knight said calmly, spitefully, but calmly. “I-“ the lord was interrupted “you, yelled at me, in front of the servants, called me arrogant, reckless, disobedient, egoistic and dumb!” Renly’s attempts to speak were shut off by Loras’s attempts not to yell “I held my tongue, respected you as a lord but between these walls... when we’re alone, you are my equal and I will be damned if I keep quiet the next time you disrespect me in front of anyone or in private” the Knight of Flowers warned.

Renly’s temper calmed, realizing his mistake, he apologized “you’re right, although I’m your warden you are my equal, and I admit, my worries took the best of me” he said calmly, the other shot daggers of angry looks towards him “how can I make it up to you?” The raven-haired asked, stubbornly, Loras shrugged “why ask me? I’m dumb, or so I believe you think of me” Renly felt his stomach turning, he sat on the side of the bed, his attempts to move closer to his lover failed as the other insisted on making it harder for him.

Defeated, he sighed “you know that’s not true” he mumbled “I know nothing, my lord” the knight said coldly “this is unfair” Renly mumbled “unfair? You seriously want to go there?”, “Loras I was in my chamber when I received the news you were drowned and injured after I specifically instructed you nowhere near the boats! I thought that you were dead! Do you have any idea how frightening that was for me? Those waters have already taken so much of me I couldn’t bare the idea that they would take you as well”

Referring to his parents’ death, Renly’s emotions took the best of him, Loras listened to his voice, breaking at each word, unable to remain angry at him “I wasn’t near the boats” the knight mumbled, grabbing the attention of his lord “well, I was, on the docks, admiring their ugliness that had beauty in it, I saw a man needing of help, I helped him then I fell” he explained, refusing to look at Renly.

“You fell into the waters?” Loras nodded “why didn’t you swim to the shore?” Earning an eye roll “because you never taught me how to swim, you were always too afraid of the waters, and because I hit my head” he replied, Renly felt a pang of slight guilt, his fears almost killed the love of his life, he looked down “what did the Maester tell you?”, “that I’ll be fine, I just need rest” the other said coldly.

[longlivetyrells]

Crossover: Tyrells x Kardashians

I’m obsessed with this idea, hopefully I’ll make more of these!

[longlivetyrells]

House Baratheon as Random Gifs I Found on Tumblr Gifs

Robert Baratheon

Stannis Baratheon

Renly Baratheon

Gendry Baratheon

Shireen Baratheon

[longlivetyrells]

The GoT x The Office Crossover That No One Asked For

[longlivetyrells]

Game of Thrones x Mean Girls Crossover

Another crack post because I miss my baby Tyrells & Baratheon:’)

[longlivetyrells]

House Tyrell as Their Names’ Colors (GoT verse)

Olenna Tyrell

Mace Tyrell

Alerie Hightower

Loras Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell

[ingystark]

I LOVE the scene where Loras gives the rose to Sansa it melts my heart. He was like ok I'm not straight but if I have to choose a girl here's a pretty one.

[thewitchqueenofharrenhal]

Growing Strong: Willas, Garlan, Loras & Margaery Tyrell

[longlivetyrells]

Game Of Thrones X Brooklyn nine-nine crossover that no one asked for or needed part 1

[longlivetyrells]

[longlivetyrells]

Game Of Thrones X Brooklyn nine-nine crossover that no one asked for or needed part 1

[longlivetyrells]

If The Baratheon siblings had a younger sister

[themuselesswriter]

The Realest, Strongest, Furiest, One

Characters: Loras Tyrell, Original female character, Margaery Tyrell, Joffrey Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Stannis Baratheon, Olyvar, Renly Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon, The Sparrows, Olenna Tyrell, Mace Tyrell, Garlan Tyrell, Willas Tyrell, Brienne of Tarth, Daenerys Targaryan (and many more)

Summary: Cassia Baratheon, the youngest to three brothers, was held hostage in the Red Keep by no one other than the King, Joffrey himself, she prayed for salvation and it came to her in the shape of a knight that was dear to her long gone brother, and therefore her journey begins as Mrs. Cassia Tyrell.

Word count: 21758 (multi-chapters)

Warnings: death, torture, homophobia

A/N: I’m not trying to gay-wash, but I just wanted to write a tribute to Loras X Renly with inserting a female character to be the brains, it’s kind of Cassia centered I know but like, she’s an idea not a person.

Credits: viking - polarr filter by me, photos from Pinterest

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“To the groom and the wonderful bride” cheers were followed as well as glasses being held up in the sky, among them belonged to her and her new husband's, who would’ve thought she would marry her dead brother’s lover one day to save him from a terrible mismatch with the Queen Mother?

The complications of being born into nobility in Westeros, she glanced at her husband, Ser Loras Tyrell who was drinking himself into numbness, she hated the idea of marrying him, she truly did, but at the same time, marrying the Tyrell gave her hope, the hope of leaving this damned hell hole, everyone was dancing and enjoying their time, while she sat on her bridal throne and watched, this wedding wasn’t about her as much as about keeping an appearance and announcing an alliance between the Baratheons and the Tyrells, an alliance by marriage is the strongest kind, hard to get out of.

And as she proved herself to the Lannisters, she was rewarded with a husband who desired her brother more than he’ll ever desire her, just to keep a grip on both, she wasn't complaining though, it was either this or stay alerted all the time, not knowing when the Lannisters would get bored of her and demand her head just like they did with her passed fiance and the love of her life, this isn't right, the wedding isn’t right, the groom isn’t right, nothing is right.

After five glasses of wine time seemed to pass quite fast, one moment she was receiving congratulations from Lords and Ladies from all over the kingdoms who sought the throne's approval, and the next it was night time and her very disturbing nephew was standing with a glass of wine and demanding everyone’s attention, and when a king demands attention he gets it, even if he was a fool king.

“As much as we love to stay with the groom and the bride to celebrate their union, I fear that it’s time to let them perform their duties, in a holy wedding ceremony” it didn’t hit her first, but a moment later she glanced at the Knight of Flower who was swallowing thickly, she knew this ceremony would be nothing but complete torture and part of her suspected it’s what Joffrey wanted “My love” Margaery stood up and looked at the golden fool “I don’t wish to interlude or step out of my place but if I may suggest… tonight is a special night for my brother and your aunt, I believe they’d prefer to enjoy it without the prying eyes of everyone, as a woman I would prefer those intimate moments to remain intimate” she smiled ever so sweetly.

Both Cassia and Loras were praying for the new gods and the old ones that Joffrey would see sense in her request, otherwise, they’re doomed, the King thought for a moment, but once he looked at his betrothed’s face she knew he’d do anything to please her, he shifted his attention to Cassia and Loras, “Is this what you truly wish?” Cassia shared a look with her husband, knowing that if she seems too excited about it then her evil nephew would deny it.

“Personally I would enjoy the intimacy with my bride but whatever your grace decide, I’d be honored to comply” Loras said, finally setting his glass of wine aside, too concentrated, too anxious, too alerted, the King looked at his beautiful bride to be then nodded “then as my betrothed requested, you may go enjoy yourselves” and with that everyone was dismissed, Loras gulped and took Cassia's hand, the two of them walked among the people, everyone’s eyes were on them.

Once they were in the room, her husband dismissed the servants and it was the two of them alone, locking the door, he nervously picked a glass and filled it with wine, she sat on the bed's edge and watched him chug it immediately and pour himself another, he slowly began walking towards her, he sat beside her and waited for a reaction from the woman which never happened “so… now what?” He mumbled, his eyes were anywhere, never at her, she sighed “seven hells Loras! Would you get a hold of yourself?” she whispered.

The knight frowned as she told him that, it was indeed an awkward situation, if Renly sees him now he’d laugh “are we-“, “no” she interrupted “do you want-“, “gods, no!” he interrupted, the two of them sighed, she took his glass of wine and took a sip “if we’re doing this we’re doing it right” the dirty-blond nodded in agreement “we should set rules” she agreed.

“The first rule, no one can ever know about us, to them, we are perfectly married, we are happy together but not too happy or else my joke of a nephew will destroy us” she whispered “second, we may lay with whoever as long as we don’t get caught nor get pregnant” the knight added and she nodded “we always spend the night in our bed” then the two of them went quiet.

“This used to be his room” Loras whispered, she turned to look at him “he used to sleep on the left side of the bed, his favorite thing about it was the window, he could see everyone but no one could see him, he-“ Loras held back his tears “used to make me stand in front of the window and hold his hand, he said it’s the closest thing we’d ever have to hold hands in public, you know? I think Joffrey knew that... that’s why he assigned this room to us, to mess with me” he whispered, she didn’t notice at first, it was his room indeed, if she looked closely she could see his marks everywhere.

“Do you want to sleep on the left side?” He shook his head no “can I ask you for a favor? It’s stupid and embarrassing, and you can feel free to deny me” she frowned a little “what is it?” The golden rose remained quiet for a moment “would it be alright if you hold me? Just for tonight? I promise I’d never ask of you again! But you smell like him, and I just- I want to feel him one last time” he avoided looking at her, but she studied his face, saw the grief which never left the knight, nor her if she's being honest “I’m not him, I wish I was, but I’m not” she quietly replied “I know! I- you know what? I’m sorry please forget I said anything!” she commanded “let me finish”

The knight looked at her, finally “I’m not him, I know I’m not, and I’ll never be, he was a true blessing, and I know we had our differences in the past, we barely tolerated each other, but if holding you at night means you could feel him then I would do it gladly, he loved you, more than anything, and I’d be damned if I deny my brother's lover any comfort, one of us should have it” she gave him a little smile, seeing the tears in his eyes she got up and knelt in front of him, taking his hands into hers “he loved you, and I loved him, and we both lost him so together we mourn the dead, yours and mine”

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