Earthspark: Lockdown is an AU where G.H.O.S.T. becomes a global threat and changes their mission to "bring all cybertronians together under one common goal" A.K.A: force them all to work as indentured servants and never let them go home.
Optimus Prime finds himself caught under G.H.O.S.T.'s claws, forced to "recruit" as many cybertronians as he can. He of course having tussled with G.H.O.S.T. and Mandroid before, feigns compliance and informs as many bots and humans alike that G.H.O.S.T. is on the hunt.
Many G.H.O.S.T. agents in Witwicky work as moles, helping to shield any known cybertronians in the area while others from new branches infiltrate the town to find and hunt them down.
With the aid of the Decepticons, particularly Tarantulas, a vast majority of cybertronians were able to assume human identities and assimilate into society once more.
G.H.O.S.T. is alerted when a bunch of cybertronians start disappearing from their radar en masse and deploys a specialized team created specifically for identifying and disarming cybertronians.
At this point only a few G.H.O.S.T. agents know of the terrans existence, even so, they also take up holoforms and a few of them even attend school alongside their human siblings.
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GROUPS
AUTOBOTS:
WIth their leader busy trying to keep them hidden, the majority of the Autobots remain spread out. they only keep in contact with each other sometimes whenever Optimus has information for them. It was just like before for them... with the added challenge of masquerading as a species they are not.
DECEPTICONS:
The Decepticons like the Autobots take the initiative to spread out, but do have a base of operations that shifts around. There, they store their bodies and fuel them together.
Scientists are the only ones who stay behind at the bases, monitoring their comrades bodies.
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REAR AXEL
"The travelling cover band- REAR AXEL makes their debut in the East Coast! going from bar to bar, shredding metal and rock classics! Taking the names of infamous Decepticons, their voices scream in defiance— to who? They won't say..."
Baelor “Breakspear” Targaryen x Original Female Characters, Baelor “Breakspear” Targaryen x Jena Dondarrion, eventual Lyonel Baratheon x Original Female Character
Modern AU
Summary: Baelor Targaryen and Ronnie Winters have been through a lot together: Work woes, the loss of a spouse, grief, the COVID-19 pandemic, coparenting Baelor’s children, and much more. But when confronted with their true feelings for one another, will their longstanding friendship survive? Featuring a professor obsessed with takeout, haircuts in the kitchen, family road trips, adorable children, and a clueless Baelor Targaryen.
Masterlist
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/83960511
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This story is made without the use of Al. I do not consent to having my story put into any ai generative software, to be translated or posted without my express permission. I do not claim to own the source material this story is based upon.
Author’s Note: As promised, here is the Modern! Baelor fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy. Because I can’t stop writing so here ya go. Slightly based off of the way Bertie acted as Jonathan Strange in the later half of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell.
Trigger warnings: depictions of grief and spousal loss.
Chapter One
Baelor hadn't meant his words to be misunderstood. But even with the best intentions, words and tone can be easily misinterpreted. And now he felt like a heartless fool. Veronica had stormed out of the house, throwing her signature leather jacket over her house clothes, slipping on a pair of beaten up sneakers, with nothing but her wallet and house keys with her. Outside the windows of the family room, it was dark and difficult to see the night sky through the storm clouds. In the heat of the argument, she'd left her phone behind, buzzing on the kitchen counter.
Baelor itched to run out, track her down and explain himself to her, but he had no idea where to look. She'd bolted like a frightened before Baelor even made it to the door, slamming it in his face behind her. He walked back into the kitchen, his right hand resting on the counter next to her phone. Baelor could see his texts lighting up the screen, the ones he'd written before he'd realized she'd left it behind.
Can we talk about this? Sent at 7:00pm
You can't just confess something like that and leave. We need to have a proper conversation, together. Sent at 7:05pm
Please come back. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said. I didn't think about how my words would sound to you, how they'd hurt you. I need you to come back. I need to talk to you.
Sent at 7:10 pm
He left the one thing he most wanted to say out of the message.
I need you.
Baelor was rarely ever lost for words. He was a professor of history, if anything, he had too many words to say. He always thought things through, his words and actions were intentional. Methodical. Concise. But sometimes, the words he had used as his bread and butter, his livelihood….they failed him. Especially recently, and only with her. Baelor did not understand it at first. They'd been friends for over eight years, but suddenly, things changed.
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Their friendship had always been easy, comfortable from the first moment they'd started talking to each other.
Topic: Film Club Collaboration Request
Dear Professor Targaryen,
I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to you on behalf of the film studies club here at King’s Landing University as their supervising professor. Recently, the students and I have been talking about the interdisciplinary nature of film, and with Halloween coming up, I was wondering if you would be interested in a collaboration where you would be speaking with us on the topic of Robert Eggers’ the VVitch. I know the history department and the film studies department do not have much overlap, but I have heard great things about you and thought I’d reach out to you. The event will be hosted on October 28th in the building 5 Atrium, if you are interested, if not that is absolutely understandable.
Looking forward to hearing from you in the near future.
Yours sincerely,
Professor Veronica Winters
RE: Topic: Film Club Collaboration Request
Dear Professor Winters,
Thank you for reaching out! I am doing well. I was very surprised and intrigued by your email when it arrived in my inbox this morning. In my courses, I have always encouraged the usage of media such as film and literature to increase our understanding of a historical moment, so your idea of an interdisciplinary collaboration sounds like the perfect opportunity to embrace that.
I have never seen Robert Eggers’ the VVitch, but I have been duly informed by Google that firstly, I am an old man who clearly needs to embrace cinema of the 21st century, and that secondly, it is a “must watch” horror movie. I will be rectifying my failures as a “senile old man”asap so that I may be able to meaningfully connect with your film club students on the 28th.
Do you have a dvd copy that I might be able to borrow?
Kind regards,
Professor Baelor Targaryen
RE: Topic: Film Club Collaboration Request Dear Professor Targaryen,
Brilliant! I am so excited to hear you will be able to participate. And as for your son’s opinions, I entirely concur on the latter, and since we have never met I cannot confirm the former. As for a DVD, I can absolutely provide you a copy! If you’re on campus today, I’ll happily pop by the history department and let you borrow mine. I’m just marking midterm papers, so it'll be good to stretch my legs.
Best wishes,
VW
RE: Topic: Film Club Collaboration Request
Sure! Pop on by! My office is room 7-218. I will be there after 2:50.
Best,
BT
She'd arrived in his life at the time indicated, wearing that same leather jacket over a plain tee and a pair of red jeans, her cropped black hair curling around her face like a flapper. His receptionist had called him out on the intercom, saying someone was there to meet him. Baelor had pushed away from his desk and pulled on his blazer over his dress shirt before heading to the main entrance of the History Department.
At first he thought she was a student, probably in her late twenties or early thirties, (it turns out she was just 30) but then Baelor reconsidered his initial thoughts— a student would be carrying a backpack or notes on their person. She was smiling and happily chatting with the receptionist, her right arm leaning on the desk, while the other tapped a blu-ray copy of the VVitch on her thigh. So this was Professor Winters. Baelor went up to them and cleared his throat. The two stopped talking and Professor Winters turned towards him.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, I'm Baelor Targaryen," he introduced himself, putting out his right hand for her to shake.
She grinned widely at him and shook his hand enthusiastically, "Ronnie. It's good to put a face to your name.
"Likewise."
"We can chat in my office if you'd like," Baelor suggested.
"Sounds great!" Responded Ronnie, who then turned to the receptionist and whispered, "it was nice to meet you. We will have to chat romance novels again soon."
After saying goodbye to the receptionist, Ronnie followed Baelor to his office, where he gestured to an armchair for her to sit in.
They first discussed logistics about the event, how they planned to structure it and what topics they'd cover. Ronnie was prepared and gave an outline of what she thought would be useful for them to cover before and after the movie showing. Baelor nodded his head in agreement, making a few necessary suggestions before the two were completely satisfied with their plan.
"This event sounds like it's going to be lots of fun. Would it be alright for me to bring in my son, Valarr? He enjoys horror films."
"Be my guest! It's your event as well. Do you have many children?" asked Ronnie.
Baelor smiled the smile of a proud parent, "just the two. My second son Matarys is ten years younger than Valar. Do you have children?"
Ronnie smiled and shook her head in the negative, "not yet, but maybe one day. Who knows where the world may take me. Just have to find the right person."
"That's the important thing. My father always says that the person you marry is the biggest investment you'll ever make in your life. I think my wife wouldn't appreciate being called an investment but it's true. It's an investment in your time and happiness," Baelor shrugged, "Now I'm sounding like a whistful old man."
"No, no! It makes perfect sense. I totally agree. Sometimes finding a good investment takes time. I just haven't found the right one yet."
The two of them chuckled contentedly. Since they both had free time, they chatted a bit longer, talking about their classes and their other interests and hobbies. They shared quite a bit of common ground, especially in their interests in books and films, though Ronnie had much more knowledge than Baelor did on that subject. By the time she left to go back to marking, leaving the blu-ray on his desk, they both felt that they'd made a new friend. When Baelor came home that day, he regaled all of this to his wife Jena, who eagerly suggested that he invite Ronnie over to their home for dinner.
"This family has too much guys, it'll be nice to get some estrogen flowing around here," she joked, giving Baelor a smooch on the cheek before turning back to her cooking.
The next day, Baelor bumped into Ronnie in the hallway so he extended his wife's invitation to their house for dinner that night, which she accepted instantly.
"I'm always happy to meet new people. And it'll be good for me to eat something that isn't takeout for once."
"You only eat takeout?" He laughed incredulously.
"My cooking is atrocious," she groaned, "I've tried everything. Classes, private lessons, all of it. I burn everything."
"I don't believe that. Everything?" He asked.
Ronnie nodded with a resigned expression, "my one weakness."
Baelor couldn't help but laugh at her expression, which in turn made her crack up into bouts of laughter as well. That night she followed behind him in her car to his house, where she was introduced to his wife and children. Ronnie instantly fit in, becoming fast friends with Jena, who was already planning on taking Ronnie out on a "girls date," and the kids seemed to like her as well. Valarr asked questions about new movies and tv shows, which Ronnie answered openly. Matarys instantly thought she was the coolest lady ever, since she showed him some photos of her with the cast of some superhero movies on her phone.
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Ronnie quickly became a family fixture, like a cool aunt, even after the VVitch event was hosted and long finished. Jena was insistent that Ronnie come over for a healthy meal as often as possible once she learned about Ronnie's hopelessness in the kitchen. The kids did not mind, as Ronnie always brought fun movies, books and toys for them to enjoy.
"You really don't need to do that," chuckled Baelor one night while they sipped their drinks with Jena. The kids were trying out a video game that Ronnie had brought for them.
"I want to. I have no nieces or nephews in my life. It's good to have people to spoil other than myself for once."
Jena leaned a shoulder against Ronnie, who hugged her in response, "Let her be, Baelor. You remember how we used to spoil Maekar's children when they were small."
Baelor's eyes crinkled with his smile as he pushed his curly hair out of his face, "Darling, you still spoil them. Especially Aegon and Rhae."
Jena rolled her eyes, "and your point?"
Baelor conceded with a smile.
For a while, the family was happy, but that did not last.
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Two years after their friendship began, Baelor and Ronnie had settled into a work routine. They'd carpool to the university, make their separate ways, then meet up to hang out during lunch, finish their work before carpooling back home. It was during one of their lunches, when they sat in the university's atrium, chatting about their students, when Baelor received a call. Putting a finger to his mouth and mouthing "sorry" towards Ronnie, Baelor picked up.
"Hello? Is this Baelor Targaryen?" Asked an unfamiliar voice at the end of the line.
"Yes, this is he. Who is this?"
"This is Officer Ashford, I'm afraid I bring you bad news. Are you sitting down?"
Baelor's mouth dropped into a frown.
"Yes I am. Continue." His voice put on that distant professorial sound that he used when addressing students who'd cheated in his class.
"Your wife was in an accident on the highway today, she was hit from behind by a speeding vehicle. Mrs. Targaryen unfortunately sustained a injury to the back of her head. I'm sorry sir… she's gone."
Baelor turned ashen. His mouth tasted like dust. He no longer felt like eating. His wife of over 16 years, the woman he'd loved since he was a teenager, the mother of his beloved boys… she was gone. And he didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
"—Sir?"
"Sorry I didn't catch what you said."
"My apologies, would you mind coming down to the hospital to officially identify her, sir?"
Baelor gulped, "Yes… I just need to cancel my classes for the afternoon."
"Of course sir. I am sorry for your loss. Just call this number when you reach the hospital and I'll guide you down to the morgue."
The officer then hung up. Baelor sat there, staring off into the distance, not noticing the world as it seemed to go on around him, despite this life changing information. He felt Ronnie's hand on his arm.
Her brow was furrowed, "Baelor. What happened?"
He could feel his throat closing as he tried to formulate the words that would forever change his life. Saying them now made the situation real.
"It's Jena. She was in a car accident. She—" his voice broke as his body shuddered with the overwhelming need to sob. Ronnie rushed over and threw her arms around him. He didn't need to say the rest of the sentence. Ronnie just knew.
"I'm so sorry, Baelor" she said, tears welling in her eyes.
Baelor held onto her as his body was wracked with sobs, "I have to go and identify her."
Ronnie pulled back and looked at him, her eyes wide.
"I'm going with you. You're not going through this alone."
Basically the theme (as I said some time ago) is that only Lenny gets shut and Computer Supreme remains. So, in my universe I made Gene suffer by having a few friends when he was younger and he lost Every. Single. One. Sooooo if his only remaining and best friend is a robot and said robot gets shut down..... :3
By the way, the alt title to this AU would be "Cold" or "Coldness" since it's based on a song called like that but in Russian bc I'm obsessed etc flamies. yes.
So I need to draw some abt it bc I believe it's a good idea I need to become fixated on
(I have another upcoming AU and OOS Universe in progress too but a little delay won't harm)
Chapter 3 and 4 were simply I n s a n e, I still can't get over with, then I decided to make some concepts
I talked with my good friend @ordeplacus about some ideas and basically this green dead-walking boy is Tedd, he's a human that lives with his father Gaston, And he really likes hiking in the mountains of Home City,
thing is Gaston always goes out for a long amount of time, and Tedd wants to give him a gift before he leaves, so he goes into this mall, that is shutting down soon, thing is that this is the only place that has "The gift"
Thing is that Tedd spends more time than he should and ends up getting stuck in the mall, the mall got darker and darker as soon as it closed and then...everything changed or in other words, the whole mall turned into a dark world
There's still a lot to workshop but this is how this au would start!!
If COVID and pandemic-related topics make you feel unwell, you should sit this one out. I swear the ending is happy tho.
This story is dedicated to everyone who fought COVID, but especially to my grandma and my uncle, who were so strong and fought so hard, but unlike Mary, never managed to beat this crazy illness. I love you and I miss you every day.
To Frennie, @waterlilyrose, @kateandanthonyaremyparents (Happy b-day, queen) and @mimix007. This wouldn't be out without you. You are amazing and I love and cherish every one of you. Thank you so much.
I just... really hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.
