#tiny baby orion

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 291

You know what? I’m feelin’ a Prompt with the whole halfa family, all the clones and everything. 

See, Danny? He’s grown up, he’s moved out, started looking at colleges himself after spending a few years travelling and learning about himself without the threat of a ghost attack. 

He’s kept in touch with his friends, both living and dead, and ignores Vlad for the most part now that they’ve reached a truce of sorts, and honestly? He’s just living his life. 

But see, it’s kind of hard to figure out what college to pick, with his admittedly not-great choices. Look, he might have a new-ish ID but he’s still visibly not exactly human (though thankfully doesn’t have to worry about the GIW after a… summer activity that ended with several missing buildings) 

And most people he goes to? Finds him ‘too unsettling’ which excuse him?? How is he unsettling? He’s a twenty-five year old with six kids ranging from one to six! How is that “scary” huh? Ancients, and all this is making him use the cash he’s saved up over time. 

And then- as though all of this isn’t stressful enough and he’s not genuinely worried that he won’t have enough money to feed the kids if he goes to school- a hero nearly trips over Jordan and starts freaking out. He is so fucking done. 

[scribble0rat]

rusty baby

they accidentally make life

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[the-autism]

orion pax being a manlet despite being a grown ass adult will never not be the funniest shit ever to me

boy why are you tiny

[missaengg]

Every Single Last Drop

Pairing: Caleb x f!reader Tags: nsfw, mdni, pwp, dom caleb if you squint, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus/oral, unprotected sex, reader referred to as princess Word Count: 1k All you want is for Caleb to hold you in his arms and lie with you in bed, but Caleb has something else in mind…

“Fuu–uuu–uck.”

A long, guttural groan escapes you, your hips bucking wildly into Caleb’s eager mouth as your third – or was it your fourth – orgasm rips through your trembling body. His hands pin you in place, holding your plush thighs open, his sinful tongue doing god-knows-what to your puffy clit.

You hear him chuckle – snicker, really – and a jolt of irritation runs through you, but the nip he gives your bundle of nerves shoves the notion to slap him out of your mind, overwhelmed by the electricity sizzling through your veins.

“Caleb,” you whine pathetically, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging rather painfully on his scalp.

Caleb doesn’t react, refusing to relent for even a microsecond, not even to breathe. He sucks down instead, teasing the overstimulated nub with the tip of his tongue in tiny, rapid strokes.

“Cal–leb,” you whine again, this time with more urgency.

His purple eyes – the ones that remind you of the Orion Nebula – finally flicker to meet yours while his mouth stays locked on to your clit.

“It’s too much,” you whimper, fully aware that you’re begging at this point for him to stop. “I don’t know if I can – fuck — do this – hah – for much longer.”

Caleb narrows his eyes and releases your sex with a sharp, audible pop. “Yes, you can, Princess,” he husks, a low growl underscoring his words. He runs his tongue through your folds, ending with a baby nip on your abused clit. “I know you can.”

Tears prick the corners of your eyes, the exhaustion and overstimulation getting the best of you. You can’t deny the undeniable pleasure you’ve been receiving through just his hot, wet mouth, but you want – no, need – a break to recover from his constant torment.

“I’m almost done,” he murmurs. “I just want to taste you a little bit more.”

He nibbles along your folds, lapping up the thick remnants of your multiple orgasms while his thumb rubs sloppy circles on your clit. Your fingers curl into the sheets, clutching the fabric as if you’re holding on for dear life… because you are… teetering on the edge of yet another precipice.

“Come for me just one more time, and it’ll all be over. I promise.”

Caleb’s soothing voice lilts into your tired ears. Your muddled brain cries in relief to know that Caleb’s relentless torture will all be over soon, as soon as you allow yourself to let go. With that knowledge, you bring yourself to unravel one more time, willfully falling over the edge into a blissful surrender.

Your hips jerk uncontrollably. A flurry of euphoric spasms rack your body. Gasps flutter from your parted lips.

“That’s it. Sing for me. Just a little more.”

You barely catch Caleb’s coaxing in your dazed state, still riding out your high, feeling him collect every sweet drop of your climax with his tongue.

“Caleb,” you whisper, arching your back.

“One more time, Princess.”

“Oh fuck, Caleb,” you wrench his name out of your throat, arching your back and practically screaming at the pleasure roiling through your body.

Caleb encourages your explosive release, delving his tongue in your warmth. It darts in and out, raking along the sweet, spongy tissue that has you moaning his name and seeing stars. He presses kiss after kiss on your weeping cunt until your body eventually stills and your heaving chest and racing heart calm into a steady rhythm. 

“That’s my good girl.” Caleb presses one last kiss to your clit and releases his hold on your thighs as he removes himself from between your legs.

You sigh, waiting for him to come join you in bed and comb back your sweaty hair and hold you in his toned arms while smothering your neck in tender kisses. Instead, you hear the sound of his zipper coming undone and the rustle of his thick, canvas pants, the bed dipping from the shift of his weight.

“Caleb?” you ask, raising your head to peek at what he’s doing only to find him removing the remainder of his clothes.

He smirks, a dark heat gleaming in his purple eyes, the expression on his face hungry and… sinister. You gulp, a shiver running through your spent body, the realization that your hope for respite might just be a fantasy. Caleb lowers himself, hovering over you and filling your vision with his lust. His necklace – the one you gifted him years ago – skims the dip between your breasts.

“You didn’t think I was done with you already, did you?” he asks, his voice ominously rumbling through his torso. “I’ve got all night to make you mine, Princess. This is just the beginning.”

“But… but you said… it’d be over if I… I…” you weakly protest, licking your lips with what little saliva you have left, your mouth going dry from what you know will come next. Though, whether you want to indulge or want to cry is yet to be determined.

Caleb languidly trails his hand up the side of your body – traveling over your hip, your waist, your shoulder, all the way to your rosy pink cheek, a path of searing fire lingering in its wake. “I said that I’m almost done with your gorgeous clit, not that I’m done with you.”

In that moment, a fleeting thought crosses your mind.

Fuck.

But as he captures your lips in a bruising kiss, the sudden momentary panic flies away as soon as it comes, so consumed with desire, you forget your need for rest. Your body seeks him with a mind of its own, desperate to feel his warmth against your bare skin… to feel his warmth buried in your aching cunt.  

He slides in, deliciously stretching you to your limits despite his overzealous prep, and you note that you have no complaints. Not a single one.

He can hold you and nuzzle your neck after he’s done filling you to the brim with all of him.

Every single last drop.

Tag List: @william-rex

[seongwars]

not me spreading more dad!caleb propaganda because of my major daddy issues

“Daddy, I have to tell you something.”

Caleb glanced over from where he was stirring a pot on the stove, arching a brow at the serious tone in his four-year-old son’s voice.

He was no stranger to his kids’ antics, especially when it came to his wild, rambunctious four-year-old, who usually threw himself into things headfirst with zero hesitation. But right now? Archer looked almost…shy. And that was enough to put Caleb on high alert. He wiped his hands on a dish towel and crouched down to meet his son's gaze.

“W-What is it, buddy?”

Archer took a deep breath like he was about to drop the biggest bombshell of his premature life. 

“I'm married."

Caleb froze. Alright. Play it cool. He was a cool dad, he’s not like the other dads.... But his baby! His four-year-old was married?! This was too soon. He wasn’t ready for this. He thought he had at least two decades before dealing with future partners. 

"Y-You're married?"

Archer nodded, completely serious as he crossed his arms cooly. “Mhm. I married Elsa, she's in my class."

“So…how did you decide to get married?” 

“We had to hold hands on our nature walk and Ariel said that means we’re married now.”

Caleb blinked. Well…that was actually kind of adorable. But! nonetheless, he had to force himself to remain calm. This was fine. This was just kids being kids, right? Surely this was all pretend. A tiny, harmless ceremony with absolutely no long-term consequences.

Except for the fact that his son was taking relationship advice from a four-year-old named Ariel, which felt vaguely alarming for reasons he couldn’t quite articulate.

And! The small but critical detail that Archer was apparently “married” to Zayne’s daughter.

“OK well, I need to ask Mommy to help me wear something nice tomorrow because if I don't, Orion might marry Elsa instead. Bye daddy.”

for some reason I envision caleb and zayne having a rivalry like timmy's dad and dinkleberg

ariel - raf's daughter elsa - zayne's daughter orion - xavier's son

[mossyscavern]

Scary cave, reveal the truth

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“Do we have to go in?”

Bee asked, clutching d-16’s neck guard from behind, almost choking him. D then pluck the sparkling off his back. “Yes we do, don’t worry. Stick with me ok?” D-16 ask, holding bee protectively. “Ok! Still a bit uneasy…”

Bee admits, face buried in the grey minor’s chassis as the mech keeps walking forward.

Walking in the cave deeper they found themselves an opening, bee wonders to himself why everything’s quiet and what they’re staring at, the sparkling turned and optics widen at the scenery.

“I don’t believe it.”

“The primes.” Orion says, not believing it himself either.

“We’re here.” Elita-1 chimes, same boat as Orion.

Looking around, there is of course lots of foliage… even on the primes. Their bodies lying there, foliage growing on their damaged plating… their sparks extinguished.

The three walk onwards, looking around the area as much while the three split up. With bee in d-16’s arms, the sparkling has limited turning so d made sure bee is facing forward.

With that being said, bee turned his head after spotting something, tiny servo tapping on d-16’s upper arm before pointing.

D-16 raised an optic ridge before looking what the young spark points at, making the minor gasp silently.. peds walk over towards the helm, being brought to his knees.

Not believing it… but also believing it himself.

“Megatronus prime.”

D-16 says, his servo placed on the purple mask, staring at the head before scowling. While that’s happening, orion went towards a very familiar prime, one he’s associated with all the times he broke into the archives.

“… Zeta prime.” He says outloud, stood there for a couple of kliks before his optics land on the prime’s chassis. “The matrix…” he whispers, reaching out to the opened chest plate. “… it’s gone.”

‘So it’s for nothing?’ D thought, subconsciously bouncing the sparkling in his arms. “Let’s keep looking.” Elita-1 suggested. All splitting up again while D-16 placed said sparkling down.

Bee ran off when he was placed down, his peds still slowing the baby bot down. D-16 chuckled and followed behind. Bee picked up some wild flowers, and turned back to d-16 with a bunch in his servos.

“Thought it be best to.. give them proper respect. Here, for megatronus.”

He says, holding up the flowers towards d-16, making the mech smile at the gesture and place his servo on the sparkling’s helm. “That’s very thoughtful.” D-16 says, gladly took half of the handed flowers from bee’s servos.

D put them in front of the severed helm of the strongest prime, bee did the same, placing his tiny servos on megatronus’ mask and hug the severed helm. It would’ve made d’s spark melt if it was a different situation…

“Hey guys!” D-16 and bee heard, d picks bee up again and went to Orion’s side after he called them. When he saw the bot he gestured the rocks and the beating glow. “What about the other primes?”

Bee whispered, a sad pouting look on his faceplate. “We’ll give the rest a proper respect when we finish.” D says, held up his servo with the pinky finger out. “That’s a promise.”

D-16 says… and it’s a promise he’ll keep if he as to.

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*sighs* moments before disaster..

I wanted to write this mostly because well… thoughtful and pure moments with kids is heartwarming to me. That and I wanna try it with that scene from the movie.. like alpha trion said.

The primes deserve a better fate than what sentinal had done.

Before I go again just note: this babybee au belongs to @yuukirita … what? There’s other versions of babybee and I like all versions.

… Should I do a part two of this like I did with ‘not spies just a by incompetent’?

[the-fiction-witch]

A Star

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet Word Count - 1504

Y/n stood looking out the castle window towards the bay, her body was tired, her mind was tired, and the crying of baby Orion didn’t seem to be helping very much. She bounced the baby on her hip having sent the wet nurses away, even if she was starting to wonder if that was the best idea but felt it too fast to call them back. In the hope of calming baby Orion, she sang a sweet little tune that seemed to calm the crying baby. Orion was only a few days old and Y/n had become so very protective of him, not wanting the nurses, wet nurses, milkmaids, or even her husband to touch the baby but that had meant she had been awake almost the whole time since Orion’s birth.

"What are you singing?" Aegon asked, he stood by the door a cup of wine in hand after a meeting with his small council, "He likes it. The baby..."

Y/n jumped and instinctively pulled baby Orion to her chest, she stopped her song and held her breath,she looks to him in the doorway of their chambers and quickly looked to the floor, "I uh I suppose so, I'll stop if-"

He stood there for a moment, and his gaze met her. He saw the fear in her eyes, and the baby in her arms, he felt guilty that his wife feared him so, but it was not like he hadn’t given her good reason to. He slowly approached, placing a hand in Orion's soft Targaryen hair, gently caressing it trying to show her that he cared for their child and wasn’t a threat to them, "No... keep singing."

"Are you sure I don't want to bother you, your grace…"

He nodded, his eyes fixated on Orion. "It calms him. Besides... I like hearing you sing..."

She nodded and continued even if her voice was low and often tripped on her words, her eyes often meeting Aegon’s, as she bounced baby Orion a little in her arms soothing him with her song,

Aegon's gaze never left Orion, who appeared to almost fall asleep in her arms. Aegon approached even closer, standing right beside her and admiring Orion's tiny features. It seemed… since Orion’s birth it was as if the baby's presence began to change something in Aegon, Perhaps seeing his child really had affected him or perhaps he for the first time truly understood the pain and suffering he had caused for his bride. He gently touched Orion's cheek, feeling his soft skin. "You named him after the Star, didn't you...?"

she nodded "I uhh .. I can change it if you'd -"

He shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face as he gently caressed Orion's cheek. "No, it's an apt name. He's a star among us, after all. My son." Aegon's expression was different now, softer. For a moment, he didn't look like the troubled prince but rather a devoted father

"I thought it was a nice name, and Orion Targaryen sounds like a nice name for a prince"

"Yes, indeed..." Aegon agreed, still fascinated by Orion's tiny facial features. The baby's skin felt like silk under his fingers, and the innocent expression on Orion's face as he struggled to keep his eyes open mesmerized the prince. He couldn't believe this baby was his flesh and blood. "I'll hold him for a while. You go, take some rest."

She looked fearful when he took the baby, frightened of what could happen. She shook her head and clutched the baby to her chest,

“Please Y/n, you need to rest I promise you I will be careful,” he said setting down his wine taking her cheek in his hand and pressing his forehead to hers, “Trust me, as a king, as a husband, as his father…”

Part of her didn't completely trust Aegon. But she nodded and slowly handed baby Orion over, the moment the baby left her arms she began to pick at her nails and breathe deeply her lips trembling,

Aegon carefully cradled Orion in his arms, his large but surprisingly gentle hands holding the baby securely. He rocked Orion gently and spoke softly. “Hello little prince, feels like forever since I held you last,” He cooed, The baby seemed to almost immediately settle and relax against Aegon's chest. Aegon looked as if he would hold Orion all night this way, staring intently at his own son with a mix of pride and love in his eyes. "Are you alright?" he suddenly asked her, not taking his eyes off the baby.

"I ... I don't know"

Aegon placed Orion into his crib and then pulled her down and sat beside her by the fire. He could see the worry and fear on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked in a soft tone, gently grasping her hand in his. He seemed genuinely worried about her well-being rather than angry.

"I feel rather ... Useless now," she said "we married. I gave you a son. I suddenly feel in danger. Like I could be ... Washed out with the tide,"

Aegon understands her concerns. He gently squeezed her hand. "You are not useless. You have given me a gift beyond measure. A son. That is something no one can take from you. You are the mother of my child, the mother of a prince." He gently lifted her chin, making her look into his eyes. "You are my wife, and I won."

"won?"

Aegon nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "I won you. From the very first day I met you, all I thought was how I can win you. The girl who seemed so indifferent and reserved, it drove me mad that I could not win you easily." He brushed his fingers gently across her cheek and continued. "But I won. You bear my child, my heir. You are bonded to me forever now."

"I suppose that's true... I'm sure soon you will be wanting your spare?"

Aegon smirked slightly, then gently brushed his hand over the top of her head, caressing her hair. "Yes… but that's something we'll talk about soon." He then sighed slightly as he looked into her eyes. "But for now, I think you need to rest. You're still recovering from childbirth. You went through a lot."

"I suppose I did ..." She said trying to belittle her own work

Aegon shook his head, "No. Don't you dare downplay what you went through? Bringing a new life into the world is no small task. I cannot even begin to imagine the pain you experienced, but I know it's nothing to look down upon." He looked at her with genuine admiration and concern. "I want you to take care of yourself. Rest, eat properly, and heal. You deserve it."

"as you command your grace" she nodded

He gently took her hand again and lifted it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of her hand. "Good. Now, rest well." He placed her hand gently back on her lap and stood up, walking to Orion's crib and smiling down at the sleeping baby. "And don't worry about Orion. I'll care for him and let you rest peacefully."

she nodded and got up nervously heading towards the bed chamber but she stopped and turned back, "don't let him sleep on his stomach, your grace"

Aegon raised his eyebrow and turned towards her. "Oh? Is there a specific reason?" He knew next to nothing about infants, but he was willing to listen carefully to her advice.

"he can smother himself in his pillow"

Aegon blinked, surprised by the explanation. "Ah! I hadn't thought of that. Thank you for the advice." He moved closer to the crib and gently adjusted Orion, rolling him onto his side rather than his stomach. He then turned back to her and smiled gently. "Is this better?"

"yes, think of babies as ... Little drunk people, anything you'd be worried about when leaving a drunk friend worry about a baby doing," she nodded "Wake me at the hour of the wolf, he will need to feed then"

Aegon raised an eyebrow upon hearing the analogy. "Little drunk people? Interesting way to put it. Reminds me of myself in a way." He then nodded and gave her a reassuring look. "I'll wake you as promised. We'll take care of him and keep him safe." Aegon returned to her side, leaning down to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Now sleep. You've earned it."

she nodded and went into the bedroom keeping the door open in case the baby was to cry and not expecting Aegon to deal with it,

Aegon watched as she went into the bedroom, his gaze lingering on the door for a moment, once he knew Y/n was sleeping he went over and closed the door quietly so he could get a good sleep before turning his attention back to Orion. He gently brushed his fingers against the baby's soft cheek one more time and whispered softly. "Sleep well, my son." With that, he settled into his chair nearby, ready to watch over the baby until the hour of the wolf came.

[compaculaaa]

Hi

So dose Alpha some times read to the little ones I know Orion would like it and maybe bumblebee and if so would Sentinal be listening in at the door that leads to Alpha room since he was once. Use to listen to Alpha talk to him and he slightly misses it?

Of course alpha would read history to his babies, he has a lot of stories in his memory core and his soothing voice never fails to put even the rowdiest sparkling into recharge. Orion would sometimes struggle to stay awake to hear the end of the story but one soft kiss to his tiny helm and he’s out like a light. Sentinel would linger at the door hesitant to move, he used to hate hearing alpha yap about stories and boring scriptures. And yet he couldn’t walk away each time

[yayasvalveplay]

I can absolutely see Bayverse Optimus getting sparked by D-16 but THEY DONT KNOW IT YET because Dee is just a little guy compared to his knight wife there is like zero physical changes to Optimus 😭 for D-16, his sire coding is doing all the work and he's like a feral protective chihuahua over Op's abdominal plating with their tiny bitty

"How did my transfluid shoot up into your forge?"

"Our positions." Aka bayver made it so the transfluid descended down and not out of him.

But yes Dee would be such a protective feral sire, cooing at the growing bump. And biting anyone that gets close. Well besides Orion. His other baby mama.

[imholtorf]

Sub-Level 50 - babybee au

for @yuukirita

Orion Pax and D-16 were brought to sub-level 50 as they meet baby bee for the first time.

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Darkwing is holding both Orion and D-16 as he flies down passing several sub-levels until he stopped and throws them into the room of the sub-level "Wait, wait, wait, you don't understand! We were supposed to go Sentinel Prime's service spot" D-16 protested "You two dolts aren't going to see anyone ever again! I'll make of that!" Darkwing retorted as he flies up and the doors closed.

"You're making a mistake, ask Sentinel!" Dee added "Ugh, I hate that guy" Orion grumbled. The mechs turned around and look at the room they're in; garbage is falling down from the chute, landed on the conveyor belt, and heading towards the furnace.

Suddenly, they spotted a tiny yellow cybertronian and he spotted them in return "Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" he wondered as he approaches them as Orion and Dee got startled as they shuffled themselves away from him as their backs are against the doors.

"You're like me...you're like me! Hi! I'm B-127, or Bee, or Badassatron!!! Why are you so much taller than me?" the tiny cybertronian exclaimed, but Orion and Dee answer as they couldn't believe their optics "Is that a--" Orion said "sparkling?" Dee finished his sentence. "What's a sparkling?" the sparkling asked.

"We should be asking you something, like: how did you get down here?" Dee replied "I don't know" Bee retorted "What do you mean you don't know?" Orion added "I mean I woke up in here" Bee said "You mean you've been down here when you came online" Orion stated "Yes" Bee answered "And exactly where is here?" Dee added "Sub-Level 50" Bee replied "50? but, there only 40 sub-levels" D-16 stated.

"If that's whatchu thought then they must've got 10 more down here" Bee added "Then how come none of us aren't informed about this?" Orion asked "Maybe, they're scary?" Bee suggested "Oh, what are your names?" he asked "I'm Orion Pax and this is D-16" Orion said.

"Okay, now with that clear. How do we get out of here?" D-16 asked "Ummm...you don't?" Bee guessed "We don't" Dee replied "Well, we have limited access to the waste management. But, the bot in charge does not like distractions. They prefer we stay here on the task at hand" Bee explained.

"Which is?" Orion asked "Oh, the junk stuff comes from the tunnel there onto the moving thingy" Bee explained "You mean the chute and conveyor belt?" Orion added "Um, yeah. Anyway, we have to look for anything might be worth useable before it hits the flames and gets melted" Bee finished.

"So, you watch garbage burn?" Dee stated "Yes! It is so great that you're here now. I can't wait to learn everything about you and then tell you everything about me. I've always wanted have some real friends!" Bee exclaimed "Uh, yeah we love--" Orion acknowledge as he and D-16 were holding themselves back as they found Bee's excitement adorable.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Life within

I have not been able to focus and write those part twos like I want, but I have made this to offer a little something in thanks for the wait

Prime Marveling at a pregnant ladies stomach. There is breeding kink if you squint.

Life within you...

Prime thinks as he grazes over your stomach. Feeling the little kicks of the little one within. Cybertronians do not reproduce in such a way and it fascinates him to think that a smaller human is being made inside of you. One that you must take great care with. The Prime had listened for hours as you talked about babies. Where they come from, how they are made. Answering question after question. Asking your own about his kind.

The only question you did not answer with words, was where the sire was. Your eyes told him everything he needed to know. Silently, Optimus made and oath to watch over you. In a way, he did owe you for smashing through your home during a fight with a con.

"I did not mean to disturb your rest." He says in a whisper when your eyes blink open. Rest was important for all humans, especially in your state. You sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Optimus is puzzled when you give him a strange, questioning look. Your small hand over his digit still resting on your stomach.

He cannot bring himself to pull it away, even after realizing how strange it must be to have such an alien creature touching you in such a way. Melancholy overtakes your expression, but he says nothing. You both sit together in the quiet. The baby doesn't seem to like that, and kicks.

"oh!" Right against the metal on the swell of your stomach. Optimus leans closer, his optics shine a little brighter.

"Does that signal the emergence?" He asks, a little more hopeful than he intended.

A chuckle sounds off and you guide the metal thumb to another part that the baby is practically dancing against. He rubs against you, over the shirt. He can feel the tiny little pedes.

"They will be a strong one," He praises.

"Emergence... No, labor will be far less fun for me." You stare off in thought for a moment, "Especially here."

His spark sank for a moment. the world thought you dead after your house was found in such a state. Kept here for your safety, and their secrecy. Indeed, what were they to do when the emergence... the labor, began?

Prime thinks for some time, again in silence. You wince at another kick and he feels something warm inside him. Something akin to hope, but better. When was the last time he saw a young cybertronian? Not the youthful soldiers, the ones that had been here since the beginning and had so few pre-war memories. Not the ones born into war with fully formed bodies for battle.

A true young one. A sparkling, quickly growing under the care of sire and carrier. When was the last time he saw new life? Could he have been a sire? Could Orion Pax have been a carrier? Could a Prime conceive, or spark another?

Optimus wonders and watches you lay back, using his other servo as something to lean against. The shirt they had pilfered for you was not fitting quite right, a strip of flesh showing off the 'baby bump'. as you called it.

Seeing life within you... It gave the old bot something to keep him going.

[peace-hunter]

What was alpha trion's reaction to see Orion again?

gonna take a shot in the dark and assume this was about the baby prime orion au

and the truth is. he didn't recognize him.

it honestly would've been stranger if alpha trion had recognized him at first glance, because the last time he saw him optimus was. a toddler at most. he was learning his first words maybe. as far as he's aware his baby brother is still, y'know, a baby.

and even when he's told that it's been fifty cycles, he still wouldn't make the connection with the little blue and red bot in front of him. because while his baby brother was tiny for his age, he was still a Prime. they weren't sure how tall he was going to grow, but they expected him to at least reach Solus or Prima. the little ones in front of him were maybe Micronus' size.

it isn't until he turns to the high guard accompanying them for answers that he would find out who exactly orion is.

and it's honestly hell for everyone involved.

the poor high guard has to tell his Prime how they failed them in every way possible, how they didn't get their SOS transmission, how they failed to stop sentinel from taking control of the planet, how they couldn't even take optimus with them to the surface and instead chose to cripple him to keep him as safe as he could be hidden right under their enemy's nose.

alpha trion has to deal with the fact that not only are his siblings dead, but he missed fifty cycles of the life of the one brother he has left. that his baby brother, the one they would've pulled the moon from the sky for if he so much as waved to it, had to grow up on his own, alone in a world that looked down on him for lacking what he should've had the entire time. that he's a stranger in his brother's eyes and has to tell him exactly who he is and what he lost when he doesn't even know he had it in the first place. that he's about to put the fate of their world on his baby brother's shoulders right after he just met him.

and orion gets told that everything he believed about himself and the world is actually not true. that he's not just a cogless miner destined to do nothing but mine for the rest of his life but actually a Prime who is supposed to now take back their world from sentinel and the quintessons. and even if it's a bit vindicating mostly he's just. shaken to his very core. terrified out of his mind at the responsibility he's being handed. angry at being forced into yet another position he didn't ask for and didn't choose. grieving for something he doesn't remember but has been missing his entire life.

not even the rest of the gang is taking it well, but that's flour from another bag lol

[seongwars]

Sports Day!

wc: 1500 warnings: none, just fluff and some humor part of the lads!dadverse a/n: pushing the fish man agenda cause he's my pookie

“Daddy and Mommy! Hurry up!” Ariel bounced in place, her violet space buns bobbing as she waved eagerly at you and Rafayel.

The annual sports festival at Linkon Elementary was in full swing. Parents milled about—some stretching and hyping themselves up, others indulging in food stalls overflowing with festival treats or joining in on family-friendly activities.

And then there was Xavier—blinking sleepily near the bleachers, looking as if he’d much rather be in bed.

“Honey, are you sure you want to run? We can always do something else,” Xavier’s wife suggested, eyeing him with concern.

“Huh?” Xavier stifled a yawn. “No, it’s fine. I got this. Right, Ori?”

Orion's small hand clutched his dad’s sweatpants and looked up at him with the exact same tired expression. He held up a thumbs up, signaling to his father that he had it in the bag.

Ariel giggled and tugged on Rafayel’s sleeve as they approached the track field. “Ori’s dad and Ori and his baby brother all look the same.”

Rafayel glanced over and had to admit—she wasn’t wrong. Xavier’s wife’s genes had absolutely not put up a fight. Orion was an exact copy of his father, and the six-month-old strapped to Xavier’s wife’s chest, baby Atlas, blinked drowsily in perfect sync with them both.  

“Oh, look! There’s Archer’s daddy!” Ariel chirped, pointing across the field. 

Caleb was near the starting line, jogging in place while Archer chattered beside him. Caleb’s entire brood was clustered nearby—Ciel reminding him not to forget the basketball shootout later, while his wife handed snacks to the twins. Rafayel was fairly certain all of Caleb’s kids were at least in the 99th percentile for growth, built like miniature athletes thanks to their dad’s genetics.

A few feet away, Zayne stood rolling his shoulders, his gaze locked onto Caleb as if he were preparing to charge into battle. A few months ago, Archer had “dumped” Elsa, effectively ending their “marriage.” Since then, Zayne had sworn to avenge his daughter’s honor by obliterating Caleb in the parent dash.

“Hi Elsa!” Ariel waved enthusiastically, breaking Zayne’s intense concentration for a moment. Elsa turned around at the sound of her name, her bright smile lighting up her face as she waved back.

“Hi!"

“Oh! Mommy! Daddy! Did you know that Archer broke up with Elsa?" Ariel lowered he voice as she whipped around to face you and Rafayel.

"He said he likes Cece now. Elsa was really sad."

“What!” you and Rafayel exclaimed in unison, completely scandalized by this preschool drama.

Ariel, completely unaware of the impact of her words, continued on. “Yeah, but that’s okay because Elsa said Archer was the best line leader, and I think he likes her again.”

The atmosphere on the field shifted as a heavy presence entered the vicinity. Parents who had been stretching or casually chatting suddenly found themselves standing a little straighter, instinctively sensing something, or someone, had arrived.

“Well, this seems interesting.”

Sylus stepped onto the field, clad in all black. His sleeves were rolled up exposing his veiny forearms and his red eyes were concealed under black sunglasses, sending a message to the rest of the parents that he was going to win this whole thing. 

A few parents exchanged nervous glances.

A teacher hesitated mid-whistle.

Even Xavier, perpetually teetering on the edge of sleep, cracked one eye open in vague curiosity.

“Daddy! You forgot your tiara!” 

The entire field fell into an eerie silence. Somewhere in the distance, a crow cawed.

Cece, marched up to him, a bright pink, plastic, jewel-encrusted tiara clutched in her tiny hands. Sylus, still looking like he could probably take out a small gang with his bare hands, crouched down, and allowed his daughter to delicately place the plastic crown atop his head. The rhinestones caught the sunlight, glittering obnoxiously against his white hair hair.

“You ready, Daddy?” you teased, slipping your arm around your husband’s waist. Rafayel smirked, leaning in against your ear. 

"Always. I’ve got my lucky charm here, after all."

He leaned in to give you a quick peck on the cheek, only to be interrupted by Ariel smacking his arm with all the force her tiny hands could muster.

“Ewww! You’re being so lovey dovey!” She scrunched up her nose, looking personally offended. “You need to get your head in the game, Daddy!”

Rafayel blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “What do you mean, Glub Glub?”

“This is serious!” she huffed, crossing her arms. “You’re representing our whole family! Lemuria depends on you!” She gestured wildly toward the field, as if this were the Olympics and not an elementary school sports festival.

You bit back a laugh as Rafayel arched a brow, clearly amused. “So what you’re saying is, I need to focus?”

“Yes!” Ariel stomped her foot for emphasis. “You can be mushy later. Right now, you have to win! Look at the other daddies!”

Caleb was focused, looking every bit like a man who did cardio for fun. Zayne, despite his usual stoic demeanor, was practically burning with vengeance. 

Meanwhile, Sylus, now infamously wearing Cece’s pink tiara, cracked his neck, his expression as serious as ever as he waited for the starting signal. Then there was Xavier, mid-yawn but somehow still managing to look deceptively athletic.

“Daddy. You have to crush them.”

You smirked, giving Rafayel’s butt a playful pat. “Well, you heard the boss. Better not disappoint her.”

Rafayel bent down to meet his daughter’s gaze, a serious expression settling over his face. “Alright, Coach. Anything else I should know before I go out there?”

“Yes. Run fast.”

The participants were lined up at the starting line. The crowd was abuzz with anticipation as kids cheered for their respective parent and the announcer’s voice rang out over the speakers.

“On your marks… Get set… Go!”

Zayne took off like a man possessed, laser focused on Caleb, who was a few feet away, blissfully unaware of the grudge match about to unfold. The Colonel, still seemingly unbothered, was just happy to be there, and that only further enraged Zayne. 

Sylus was right beside him, arms pumping, breath steady, somehow managing to keep the tiara balanced on his head as Rafayel took off beside him. Your husband’s strides carried him forward, muscles flexing as he pushed harder spurred on by the cheers of your little girl.

Then there was Xavier.

What no one saw coming, what no one could have possibly predicted, was the moment Xavier, sleepy and seemingly disinterested, exploded forward. It was like something primal took over, his long legs moving with shocking efficiency, his relaxed posture giving way to a sudden burst of unparalleled speed. 

Zayne, mid-sprint, turned his head just enough to see an absolute blur whiz past him. Sylus, who had been so focused on keeping his form tight and his tiara steady, risked a glance and nearly tripped. 

“Oh, wow, dude’s fast—” Caleb chuckled as Xavier effortlessly overtook him in the final stretch.

The crowd roared.

The kids cheered.

Parents gasped. 

And just like that, the race was over.

Xavier skidded to a stop past the finish line. He blinked at the crowd, the stunned competitors, and the announcer who was gaping at him.

“Oh,” Xavier mumbled, rubbing his neck. “Did I win?”

“You won, Dada!” Ori cheered, running toward him with open arms. Xavier scooped up his son and spun him around. Even little Atlas was bouncing excitedly in his carrier, kicking his tiny feet in celebration.

Rafayel was frozen in place, still trying to process what had just happened. His body had reacted, his legs had moved, his arms had pumped with perfect form. And yet, somehow, some way, Xavier had just whipped past him defying the laws of physics. 

And the worst part?

You had caught the exact moment his soul left his body.

“You did great, Daddy!” Ariel chirped, wrapping her arms around Rafayel in a comforting hug as he collapsed against the bleachers.

Rafayel’s eye twitched as he finally snapped out of his daze. He turned to look at his daughter, his pride, his biggest fan, his coach, only to see that she wasn’t even looking at him anymore. She was watching the replay on your phone.

Tears streamed down your face as you clutched your stomach, gasping for breath. You had watched the video at least five times now, and each time, it got funnier. Because there, right there, was the exact moment Xavier passed him, and your husband made the ugliest, most tragic face known to mankind.

You wheezed, shoving the phone in his face. “Babe, look at this—”

His brows shot up to his hairline, his eyes bulged so wide they practically swallowed his face, and his mouth floundered open gasping for air.

“I don’t want to,” he pouted, turning away from you. 

“Aww you’re still the best to Ari and me,” you cooed, crouching down to poke your husband’s cheek. 

Rafayel exhaled sharply, his cheeks puffing out like a frustrated fish as he stared into the distance. Then, with fiery determination, he straightened his shoulders. Placing his hands on his hips, he rose to his full height, his posture radiating resolve.

“Next year,” he declared. “Next year will be different.”

“Raf, it’s just a school race—”

“There’s always next year.”

[elliespuns]

Just imagine Joel coming back home from patrol and he's got his jacket zipped up. Then Ellie hears a tiny "meow" coming from his jacket and is like "what's that???" and he opens up the jacket and this tiny black kitten just pokes its head out and meows at Ellie 🤧🤧🤧

Ellie's eyes widen in disbelief, tears of joy pricking at the corners. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she exclaims incredulously.

Joel smirks and opens his jacket a little more, revealing more of the tiny black, but smudgy kitten that weighs next to nothing. "You've already had your birthday, but I mean..." he says, gently scratching the little thing behind its ears.

"No way, seriously?" Ellie can't believe it. Had this hardened old man really softened up just for a kitten?

Joel rolls his yes playfully. "He wouldn't leave my side when I told him about you."

"Oh, shush!" She giggles as she reaches for the tiny thing, carefully picking it up and snuggling it to her chest. "Did you say it was he?" She asks, not paying attention to Joel anymore as she becomes preoccupied with how soft the kitten's fur is.

"Mm-hmm." The weary old man lets out a heavy sigh as he plops down on the couch, thoroughly exhausted from his long 12-hour shift. "Reach into my pocket. There's a can of tuna." He instructs, his voice soft with affection as he glances over at the girl. The sight of her happiness never fails to bring a smile to his weathered features. He would move heaven and earth to keep that joyful sparkle in her eyes. "Feed that little asshole."

Ellie gives him an indignant frown, her eyes scrunched up with mock anger. "Hey! Don't talk to my baby like that!" She chides playfully, turning her attention back to the cat and pressing a kiss to its furry head, hearing it purr.

"He deserves it." Joel retorts, holding up his scratched and bleeding hand in proof of the cat's misdeeds. "He's got some claws." He adds, wincing slightly as he re-examines the wound.

"Orion surely didn't mean to do that." Ellie defends the tiny ball of fluff responsible for her old man's hurt. "I mean, have you taken a look at yourself? Poor little guy was probably terrified out of his mind when he saw you."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." He chuckles, letting her poke fun at him. He loves nothing more than this. "Orion, huh?" He raised an eyebrow at such an unusual name.

"It's a space thing." She grins, cradling the black fur baby in her arms before hugging it close to her chest. "And he is now a new respectable resident of Jackson." She makes a funny face at Joel, her eyes shining with love to the sound of the little meows.

"Okay, okay. I get it." He jokes, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "I can't believe how easy it was for me to get replaced like this."

Gently holding the cutest creature she's ever seen in real life, Ellie sits next to Joel. "Thank you." She says quietly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his bearded cheek, conveying her gratitude.

Joel wouldn't expect this, but he knows this moment is precisely what gives his life its true meaning and purpose.

[call-sign-shark]

Summary: Somewhere in Westeros, an unnamed Maester warns youngsters about the danger of love by telling the old legend of the Feral Lovers — a cautionary tale for hearts that burn too fiercely.

Words: 1.5k

TW: !MDNI! Please read the Masterlist's warning! They are twisted and mutually abusive. Blabla I don't condone nor excuse Amos' revenge or Hev's violence but they are dark coded so, what did you expect?

Lucilla Targaryen belongs to @mischievouslittlecreature. The Rose of Highgarden and the Wolf belong to @justrainandcoffee.

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"Gather close, young lords and ladies, and you shall listen well, for I will tell a tale of dizzying love, but not the kind sung by minstrels in courtly halls! "

The old Maester croaked, his rasping voice echoing through the castle's walls as he closed the heavy wooden door of the room to keep the cold of the corridors from entering. Then, he sat on a chair in the middle of a tiny crowd of baby-faced nobilities. The way dancing candlelights hit his face when he lowered his head to look at his audience made his wrinkles strike out— he looked as old as the parchment he spent days with. All around him, young lords and ladies, ranging from 10 to 15 years of age, were gathered, waiting impatiently for one of his many stories.

"Are you going to tell the tale of The Rose of Highgarden and the Wolf?! This is my favorite one, it's so romantic." A little lady with blonde hair and amber eyes said, beaming.

"I've heard it countless times. Can we talk about Princess Lucilla and Thomaryon Targaryen? The good ending always makes my heart melt. Lucilla was such a strong woman, I hope I could be like her and partake in ruling!" Another one exclaimed, holding a book about politics pressed on her chest.

"Not today, children! Today is not the day for those heartwarming tales but rather something I want you to keep in mind in the future now that some of you will soon know the joy of marriage. The story I'm about to tell is not a love story wrapped in silk and crowned in gold. No, this is love in its most primal form. This is love sharp as a dagger, love that scars and flays. And no tale speaks more of the danger of love than of Queen Heavenerys Targaryen and Amos Bolton."

The Maester moistened his chapped lips, his old grey eyes flickering over the young faces in front of him. All eager and wary, hanging to his words. "As many tragedies, it all began with a wedding."

"She was a Targaryen princess, young and bright as dawn's first light, with her white hair as pure as freshly fallen snow and her eyes burning with an ice-scorching fire. Heavenerys was a delicate jewel, even though the fire of dragons obviously burnt in her veins." He recounted with a soft expression on his face before his traits turned colder.

"And he was Amos Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort — a cruel man carved in blood and shadow, feared across the North and beyond. " The master smirked at the audience's reaction, shivering at the sole mention of the name. It has been more than a century, and yet Amos' greatness and savagery still haunted the North. Some families still used him as a boogeyman — don't stay outside too late or Amos Bolton will come back and feed you to his hounds. "She was seventeen, warm as the blazing sun of the South and untouched by the horrors of the world. He was thirty, a cold man who had bathed in them. A man who had inflected them. Amos was a terrific mix of danger and irresistible charm."

The Maester then narrated how the Lord had always refused to be involved in marriage, rather seeking the extension of his power and influence in order to raise his family to the top of the food chain. Legacy and love were supposed to rest on Orion's shoulders and the rest of the family's members. However, when he was offered the future Queen's hand, he accepted for purely selfish motivation.

"And yet, when he laid his ink-black eyes upon her for the very first time, something inside him twisted into madness. Something he had never felt nor expected to feel one day: Love."

" It was Instant, cataclysmic, brutal. Blissful love washed over him like a tidal wave, leaving him shaken to the core. He didn't fall in love like most men who love their wives. No, he loved her much more intensely. So intensely, that it could be described as obsession and hunger — A hunger that no feast could ever sate."

"I say 'love' because there was no truer word for it. Feral, perhaps, but love nonetheless." The Maester's sentence lingered in the air when he caught his breath, as though the intensity of what Lord Bolton had was tremendously taxing to talk about.

"She tamed him like no one had ever dared, bending the monstrous Lord to her will. And while Amos was a monster, the beast softened around her. You might not believe me considering how scarce it is for a Bolton to have a heart, but he truly worshipped her, to the point of devoting all his affection and life to his Queen. But as many Bolton, that darker side of him tainted his genuine affection and chained her. Keeping her caged in his possessive grasp. He was always nearby, looming. His hand on the small of her back, guiding her movements. Surprisingly, Heavenerys didn't really fight it and allowed this controlling aspect of him. Though it stirred some fights, she didn't mind most of the time as long as she could be with him."

"My grandmother said they could not be apart!" A teen lady exclaimed with a little smirk, nudging her best friend, "Never had Dreadfort's halls been so filled with giggles and moans."

"You're impossible." Her friend replied, trying to suppress her laugh at the lascivious comment.

"It's true! He would chase her through the castle, playing cat and mouse, until he'd catch her, then throw her onto his shoulders and bring her back to the bedroom while she laughed herself to tears."

"They could not be parted, indeed." The Maester acknowledged, but his firm tone put a stop to the lewd whispers, "But it went far beyond the affairs of the bedroom. When he rode to war, she followed. When he bled, she was the one who stitched him back together. When he fell to darkness, she plunged in after him and when the world tore them apart, they clawed their way back to each other. But mark my words: love, when turned into obsession and addiction, is cruel."

The air in the room shifted as the Maester's voice lowered, hushed like a whisper, as though he was terrified the lovers might hear him from beyond the grave.

"Amos, jealous and afraid of losing her, unfortunately, caught his beloved little dragon sharing a kiss with her cousin Aerthurys, her childhood lover. In a moment of pure madness, the Dread lord sought to break her, rendered mad with sorrow and betrayal."

"They fought. A terrible, so terrible fight. One said that their screams were so loud that even the dogs outside stopped barking, terrified. Then, for the very first and last time, Amos took what he wanted with force for the sole purpose of showing her whom she belonged to, not minding her cries and pleas. He was blinded with rage. And even though regret clawed at him afterward, it was too late. His and his men's touch had left scars. "

All smirks and flushed cheeks had vanished. The only thing that remained was eyes gawking in both sadness and horror.

"But she didn't cower in reply. No, my young ones, Heavenerys Targaryen would have never retreated into tears no matter the suffering she had been through. He had maimed her heart, so she decided to maim his in return."

"The Queen knew that what her husband loved the most after her was control and power so she stripped him of them. She turned to punishment in the dark of their bedroom, vengeance disguised as pleasure. She wounded him in ways that only she could. And just like that, pain, pleasure, vengeance, love and devotion all blurred together."

A pause. A sigh. The Maester glanced at the crackling fire that burnt low in the hearth, his mind resting briefly after struggling to find elegant words to mention the depravity of the Lovers.

"Why didn't she leave if he had hurt her?" A young boy asked with a quivering voice.

"Because their relationship was mostlyloving despite that awful slip. They lived for each other, hopelessly in love. And if Amos was sick in the head, Heavenerys was too, she just hid it better, and thrived in this unhealthy bond."

"So, because they couldn't do it themselves, it was the world that rip them apart."

"Aerthurys came back from war ten years later, thinking himself a savior. He took her from Amos after bloodbath, declaring her freed from the monster who had ensnared her. And to keep her safe, he married the beauty himself and offered her tenderness. He offered her a love that did not bruise nor burn."

With a tilt of the head, the Maester's gaze slowly surveyed his listeners. The two giggling ladies were now silent, clutching at each other with tears-filled eyes.

"But tell me, my sweet children, do you think Heavenerys was truly saved? That she might finally find peace?"

No one spoke. Only the wind outside howled in reply, as though the Lost Queen screamed at such question.

The old man let out a humorless chuckle, dry and full of dread.

"Alas, what is peace to a woman who had blossomed in chaos? Heavenerys withered without Amos, even showered with kindness and care. Despite having affection for Aerthurys, her heart turned into a hollow thing, untouched by his gentleness. She ate little, spoke less, and her burning eyes turned empty like a starless sky. No matter how gently Aerthurys touched her, she did not feel anything. No matter how lovingly he spoke her name, she did not answer. Heavenerys was already lost to another."

The silence that suddenly hovered above the room sent shivers down his aching spine. Far too caught in his tale, the Maesther didn't notice that the fire that kept them warm had died in the hearth long ago.

"And so, one night she was gone. No guards saw her, no horses were taken, only her mighty dragon Kairaxès wasn't there anymore. Soon after, Amos Bolton was never to be seen again."

He leaned in a bit, his fingers steepled.

"Did they find each other?" The same boy wondered, nervously chewing on the side of his thumb.

"The question is not if they did, but rather what happened after."

The youngest among them trembled in fear, staring at the old man as if he were speaking of grim ghosts rather than lovers.

"Some say their bodies were found in the snow, locked in an embrace with their flesh long frozen but bodies still entwined. Others claim they vanished beyond the Wall, into the lands where the dead walk. But there are whispers, children, whispers from the North's darkest tales..."

The skeleton-like branches of a gigantic oak tree outside scratched at the window, making all of them jump in fear except for the Maester.

"Their love —" He spat the word like a curse, " was so deep, so sick, that even the Stranger couldn't defeat them. If you listen to those tales whispered in dark taverns, you'd learn that the cold had transformed them. Not into mindless wraiths though but something else. It is said that Beyond the Wall, two figures still walk hand in hand, their eyes burning like frozen embers, a gigantic dragon looming in the shadows behind them."

He exhaled through his nose loudly before shaking his head in disbelief.

"But you might believe what you want. Perhaps they perished, the echo of their tragic tale still buried in the howling winds of the most frozen winters. Or perhaps, their ghosts still roam far away in the North, enamored even in death."

When the Maester clapped his hands to signal the end of the tale, someone let out a little squeal.

"But let this be a warning to you all. Love is often depicted as a gentle thing, and it can be. Yes, it can be warm, it can give life. But love... Love is not weak. In fact, love is the very thing that can consume, burn and destroy. Even the mightiest can be brought to their knees by it. And even the cruelest can be undone. It's one true power, sharper than any sword and greater than any crown. So beware the hearts that burn too fiercely and recklessly, for they always meet the tragic fate of Amos Bolton and Heavenerys Targaryen, the Feral Lovers of Westeros."

With that, the Maester rose from his chair. The room was still bathed in a religious silence but somewhere outside, the wind howled one last time and a dragon-shaped black cloud flew above the castle.

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