Disclaimer: Game of Thrones is D&D's property, after being GRRM's property. Or else, Lancel would be the happiest kid in Westeros, should it be mine.
Summary: She was everything he wasn't, they were born in opposite social classes, yet it was her he wanted and no one else.
Author's note: This fanfiction is a bit special. Assassin Master Ezio came up with an idea, we worked it out together and he surprised me with a chapter guide, so you could say it's a bit of a collab! And yes, Marina is a self-insert, though her last name isn't my true last name.
Author's note 2: 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 DEALS WITH HEAVY THEME SUCH AS KIDNAPPING, SEX, FORCED SEX, HUMILIATION/BULLYING AND VIOLENCE! IF YOU ARE ILL-AT-EASE WITH THIS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS FANFICTION.
A Love of Opposites
Chapter 3
It felt good to be home. That was the first thought Lancel had when he had finished unpacking in his room.
"Though Martyn seemed so off! It's so odd! Even Janei noticed!" He wondered
Yet, despite his joy to be with his family again, he was wondering how he'd cope with being away from Marina for such a long time. The two of them had grown close in a very short period of time, they had forged a bond, a friendship and its nature was still a novelty to him. He had grown addicted to her company. As sad as it sounded, before her, he didn't really have any friends. Yes, he had good acquiantances, but they never kept in touch. And in high school, as soon as he left Joffrey's crew, he found himself alone and all those who had swore he was their best pal had turned their backs on him. He had wondered if the problem lied with him, as he never had any lasting relationship of any kind, apart from family. Yet, when he looked back on what he shared with Marina, he realizes that, yes he had some issues, but he wasn't the one with the biggest of them. Or else, she wouldn't have tried so hard. Looking at his phone's background, he smiled. They could still talk to each other, two weeks weren't going to kill them. He headed downstairs, to offer help to his mother with the upcoming meal.
"That's sweet, but you must be tired, just rest." Dorna declined
Lancel could feel her eyes on him and he wondered why.
"Is it me or have you put on some weight?"
He nodded. It was true that, ever since he arrived in Dunkirk, he had discovered so many new foods ! And the fact that Marina liked to eat didn't help either. Well, he was kinda glad about it, he tasted different things and learnt to like new dishes.
"Good lord, what is it in the wind of that town that made you eat? So that I can tell the doctor that you finally start to gain what you needed!" She joked
He laughed. Despite eating when he was hungry, Lancel had always been lanky, the doctors were worried he had a disorder when it was just the way his body worked. Maybe it was the fact that he finally felt accepted by someone else than his immediate family that made his body mend itself. He had never felt so stressed-free ever since he moved away to attend college, in a foreign town. Yes, it was that or the fact that the french northeners loved french fries. A lot. He really enjoyed their way of life, they were open minded, they knew how to party, they were generous, they were known to be hard workers... One of the only drawbacks he could think of was that some of them could have a strong accent. That, and the sad fact that they had a bad reputation, that they drank a lot because their region wasn't known to be very warm. Even a certain actress had stated that this city was alcohol, sadness and cigarettes. He couldn't disagree , the sun was shyer there. But at least, they were spared the disasters of floods. He was cut in his thoughts by Janei asking:
"Who is that?"
He sighed when he saw she had taken his phone to check out his pictures.
"Janei, how many times have I told you not to take my phone without asking?" He scolded and taking it back
"Sorry."
He smiled.
"So, who is that?"
He sighed again.
"Her name is Marina. She's my friend."
"Don't you mean your girlfriend?"
"Janei, stop bothering your brother. If he says she is a friend, then she is a friend." Dorna intervened
A friend... Yes, she was his friend, that was beyond dispute. But he admitted he wouldn't mind calling her girlfriend. He didn't know why, but he felt attracted by her. Her charisma, her mind, her personality but even her body. He could hear Joffrey's laugh, his words if he was to learn of it. That a true man only loved skinny women with huge tits and a firm ass. That Marina wasn't a real woman. Too fat. Not enough boobs. Damn, she didn't even wear make-up and she disliked what women usually liked, so it was sure she was a desperate lesbian that wished she was born with a cock! And above all, a woman that didn't want marriage and kids... An ugly, stupid beast. He could also see his own fist breaking his nose. He didn't know what he was actually feeling for Marina, why he had this attraction, but he wasn't ashamed of it. He just wished he was worthy of her, in friendship or in any other bond they'd forge later on. She was a patient, tolerant woman, who seemed to have a comforting and nuturing side, something that didn't surprise him as she was compassionnate. He didn't know if he was in love with her, he didn't know how it felt, he had never fallen in love before. He didn't even have crushes. He was a weirdo and Marina deserved better than that. She deserved more than being a nurse to a man who had no reason to feel broken and yet still felt that way, still was. She seemed pretty happy to deal with that, but he felt ashamed. What good did he really bring her? A new friend? She was a social butterfly, talking with ease to everyone, and even winning some hard hearts over with her kindness. Prestige because he was a Lannister? She didn't even care he was one. She was a precious jewel, a rare flower, who needed someone just as special. And he wasn't special. He was average, below average. He understood her, true, she enjoyed him, true, but could he really pretend he could be enough for her? When she had so many possibilities, why would she look so down, just so to mother some messed up pet?
"She'd hit me if she knew what I think of me..." He thought
It was true that, by her side, he felt more confident. Yet another proof she deserved better. A good boyfriend wouldn't need her to make him feel confident. He'd feel more confident, yes, but he'd be confident from the start. No, he'd be a horrible match for her. She deserved more than what he could possibly offer him. He just hoped that, when she would find that someone, she wouldn't forget about him and leave, just like all the others.
It'd hurt much more and he didn't know if he would be able to cope and live with it.
To Be Continued