Disclaimer: Game of Thrones isn't my property, it is HBO's and GRRM's. Because if it were mine, Lancel would be still alive and kicking, the king of the Seven Kingdoms, leading them to an era of prosperity and peace while having a long and happy life.

Summary: Meeting someone is opening a book. Re-discovering someone is getting into its content.

Author's note: Just a huge huge huge thank you to Assassin Master Ezio 91, who helped me a lot with this, from listening to the idea to even helping out with the chapter guide! Hope I'll do well, I'm not used on having such a long fanfic :)

Author's note 2: This is a Lancel/Loras story, so yes, that means gay stuff. I can understand people being uncomfortable with it, however it won't be an excuse to attack me on the ship or the fanfic because of it. I'll say it loud and clear, any negative review that IS NOT FAIR AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM will be removed. My story, my rules, period.

Author's note 3: English isn't my first language, it's french. If you see any mistake or issue with the language, feel free to tell me so that I can improve.

WARNING! THIS FANFICTION CAN CONTAINS HEAVY THEMES SUCH AS BULLYING, SEX AND HOMOSEXUALITY. IF YOU ARE ILL-AT-EASE WITH THESE SUBJECTS, FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS FANFICTION.

Shaking Worlds

Chapter 1

Lancel listened to the rain pouring outside, hitting the windows of the religion club of his school, as he was organizing the library. He sighed. It had been such a lovely morning when he arrived.

"There's a French saying stating "En Avril, ne te découvre pas d'un fil." Yeah, in April, don't get undressed. Wise words, french men. Spring was just born, after all."

He decided that the weather wouldn't depress him. What did he have to complain about? He had loving parents, siblings he adored, he had friends, he was lucky enough to attend a school that allowed people that tended with the Seven Gods to have a small club named the Sparrows, as sparrows were the humblest of animals. They had a club like any other people would have one for their passion, cooking, fencing, archery… That was a wave of tolerance he had enjoyed when he had rediscovered the Seven. He had turned eighteen on the 21st of January, he was a good student, no in all seriousness, it sounded petty to be bothered by the weather when he was born healthy, wealthy and living in a relatively happy place.

Relatively.

His club had been in a debate lately, as a law had been passed, allowing gays and lesbians to marry. He didn't enter the debate, he thought his words didn't matter much. The LGBT community was here, it had been around for centuries, it was cool for them, but he didn't care that much. However, quite a number of his friends from the club were fully opposed to it.

"That is absolutely unacceptable, next what? They'll be able to adopt?" One said

"The mere idea of that makes me sick." Another added

"But, wouldn't it be nice for orphan kids? I mean, it's best to have two dads or two moms instead of none and growing up alone." Someone tried to explain

"That's a poisoned gift! A child needs a mother and a father to grow up."

Lancel held his tongue, trying not to explain the case of his cousin Joy, a lovely pre-teen, raised alone by his uncle Gerion before he disappeared at sea. He held his tongue, not trying to explain the case of his favorite cousin, Tyrek, raised alone by his mother after his father died of cancer and who didn't turn a delinquent despite the odds. They would reply that they would have found a maternal and a paternal figure among the immediate family, and that wouldn't be wrong. Kevan had been there for Tyrek when his father died and Joy found in their aunt Genna the mother she never met. He understood his friends, it was true that in an ideal world, a child would need both parents, but Life wasn't idealistic. And after all, they were just debating, sharing opinions, no harm done.

"They should be hunted down, just like they were in 300 AL." Another one said

The word hunt made him shiver. He understood them but this wasn't 300 AL anymore, they were in 2016, people had changed and evolved and the mere idea of hunting someone down for such a detail was scary for him.

"Never thought Gawain would be that extreme…" He wondered.

He checked out the clock. He was actually glad that his least favorite class, politics, was about to start. He really needed to get away from that hateful atmosphere.

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Loras sighed as he faced the school gates, protected by his umbrella. It was the first time in three months that he was facing it again and he thought that the rain that was falling down was fitting his state of mind. He felt better but that wasn't saying much. He felt that he was in a dream, still not realizing what had happened, what he had lost. He had faced it all in a second state, he was present but his mind had been elsewhere.

"I can't remain locked up in my room, half asleep half crying though…" He thought

"Come on Loras, let's enter, we'll be soaking wet." Margaery said to him

She had a soft smile and offered her hand for support.

"Not that I don't enjoy soaking wet things." She joked

He chuckled.

"A smile, finally! Blessed be the Seven!" She exclaimed with a laugh

They entered and Margaery left him, off to attend her French class. Loras headed towards his politics class. It had been a mandatory option, one he found interesting but sadly, he had no head for it, he just couldn't grasp or understand. He understood the basics, the words, the explanations but when faced with a test, he found himself unable to make people understand that he understood.

"At least, the teacher sees I'm trying and that it interests me. Not like the teacher last year, what and old hag!" He thought before bumping into someone.

A faint sound of surprise mixed with a very small shock made him realize that he pushed someone with his shoulder. He froze.

"I'm sorry." He genuinely apologized

"No big deal."

The voice sounded familiar. He looked up to the person who spoke.

"Great, I bumped into the Lannister priest…What's his name again? Lancel? Yeah, we share some classes. " He bitterly thought

"I should have looked where I was going." Lancel said

"It was my fault, I was lost in thoughts."

Lancel simply nodded before heading to the restrooms.

"I've seen that guy before… Loras? Yes, I'm pretty sure this is Loras Tyrell. Haven't seen him around in a while. Doesn't seem like a bad guy but I'm not sure I could be friends with someone like him." He wondered

Yes, Loras didn't seem like a bad guy but he was Lancel's opposite, he loved to dress up nicely, he was extravagant, he was outgoing, he managed to have jokes all the time, inspired by one word. Lancel had enjoyed dressing up nicely at some point but now, he didn't care all that much, he just made sure he didn't look silly, only seeking comfort and practicality. He was about modesty, he didn't like showing off anymore, he did that when he lacked confidence, and if he still lacked it on some points, he was more self-assured than he had been three years ago. He was more of a listener, if not more of a loner. If he tried to relax, he had a poor sense of humor, something he was trying to work on. So yes, Loras could be a nice guy, but he wasn't a guy Lancel would be friends with. Opposites could attract just as much as people with common points could get along.

He barely managed to contain his surprise when he saw that Loras was near his classroom, alone, waiting for the teacher to open it.

"Those bloody days…" He thought

To Be Continued