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[I'll add that it's been compared to adolescence, but it's nothing like that show. Just because it's a scouse drama with teenagers in it but it's completely different]

What I like about the gym coach is that she's strict but fair. But the one issue is, how are you going to suspend Kelly for jumping stuff she did "BEFORE" you offered her a team spot? It doesn't make any sense???

Baelor x Black female plus-sized reader

Caroline Bingley watches you from across the room.

It's a social event that you help set up with Lucienne to introduce Dream to the lords of Westeros. The wine was imported. You'd polished the glasses yourself Twice. Party snacks were split by meat, fish and vegan on three separate tables. Most of them were Dream's favourites. The chandelier to the right was damaged. You'd notice that too late, so you were hoping that no-one would notice. Sure, you could have dressed a little better. You'd planned on a tailored Olive Two piece.

But you had to settle for a blue striped two piece suit instead. It didn't look as nice as it did on the site, but it was too late to change. You're swimming from group to group when you spot Caroline Bingley talking to your husband.

"Y/N looks incredibly busy" Caroline prods at her phone.

"She organized everything" Baelor tells her with a proud nod.

"Except a tailored suit for herself" Caroline looks over at you. "Married to the crown I'd expect Y/N to have a stylist"

"Oh I doubt she needs one" Baelor looks around the room for staff.

"Wide leg trousers look awfully tight on her" Caroline takes a large gulp of her drink. "My Lord it's time to introduce Y/N to a personal trainer, On my Instagram, there's plenty of……."

"Caroline, I'm going to have to introduce you to the exit" Baelor makes way for Elena. A member of staff. "Elena, please escort Miss Bingley out"

"Excuse me!" Caroline splutters. "I'll have you know, that my parents travelled around the world with your father!" She reminds him. "From the time I could walk, your father loved me like a daughter!" She raises her voice.

"It's seems that love has skipped a generation" Baelor raises his eyebrows. "You can act as theatrical as you please. But you have to leave. You can't disparage my wife, and expect applause? Elena?" Baelor says her name sternly.

Before Elena can physically touch her, Caroline storms out.

You quickly rush over to your husband with a hundred questions.

"Hun, what was that all about?" You needily tug on his sleeve.

Modern A/U

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You're talking to Clown, vision averted, as you pour the kettle onto your hand.

"Fuck!" You groan.

"Here, let me" You note his lips before anything else. The way his tongue prods the inside of his cheek. This mystery guy doesn't like that you swore. He comes behind the counter clasping your hand gently as he guides you back towards the sink. It's been seconds, but your black skin is already bruising from the heat. The gentleman turns the cold tap on, forever keeping your hand steady.

It's then you notice that one eye is darker than the other.

The black and red Targ symbol on his T-shirt.

His fingers were rippled with bruising on the outside, but his palms were as smooth as vegan butter.

"Is that better madam?" He reluctantly looks at your face. You can feel the staff and customers starting to whisper.

"I'm guessing you're a nobleman. No-one has told you to fuck off from the counter" You guess.

But what did he give Eredin? Access to family or friends? Can't only the King or queen permit that?

Power of a mage? Eredin never asks to be a mage in training?

He certain didn't ask for jewels, money or riches bc then he could deal with the merchant issue himself so what did Eredin ask him for? When they were plotting together, what did Balor give him that he could not get from his bosses [The Royalty?]