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The Stormhold Princes in Stardust (2007)

[yougetoneshot]

Stardust: Royal Pains

Chapter 1: Blood Moon

Summary:

Two mysterious figures resurrect all of the Stormhold princes but they come back in the wrong bodies.

Warnings:

All of the princes’ bodies are exactly as they were when they died. Elements of body horror associated with their injuries will be present.

Notes:

Based on events from the 2007 film- not the book. The Stormhold family is Fey and all have unique Fey traits. None of the traits or ages are canon.

Primus: 58 (Killed at 58). Badger Fey. Has tripes down his back, smells like parchment and wax, and super strength when angry. Sixth to die. Throat slit in bathtub by the witch Lamia. Possessor cannot talk.

Secundus: 52 (Killed at 52). Platypus Fey. He has webbed toes, smells like almond butter, and can speak to animals. Fourth to die by Septimus pushing him off a balcony. Body is completely unusable.

Tertius: 48 (Killed at 48). Fish Fey. Has gills, smells like fresh brownies, and can teleport. Fifth to die. Poisoned by Septimus. Possessor suffers from shortness of breath and random intense chest pains.

Quartus: 46 (Killed at 34). Bird Fey. Has a feathered spine, smells like mint, and darkvision. The second to die frozen to death in a freezer at the hands of Secundus. Possessor is constantly shivering.

Quintus: 42 (Killed at 28). Dragon Fey. Has small bat wings, smells like sandalwood, and can breathe fire. The first prince to die in his bed with an axe to the head from Septimus. Possessor suffers from memory loss and impaired mental capabilities.

Sextus: 40 (Killed at 35). Lizard Fey. Has a lizard’s tail, smells like coffee, and can camouflage. 3rd to die. Killed in a fire set by Septimus. Possessor cannot touch things without part of their skin sticking to it.

Septimus: 38 (Killed at 38). Shark Fey. Has a second hidden row of sharp teeth, smells like the ocean, and never sleeps. Last to die and was drowned via voodoo doll by the witch Lamia. Sustained fire damage, piercing and slashing wounds to the chest along with a broken leg and arm. Body is partially unusable and possessor struggles with breathing.

Una: 42. Una and Quintas are fraternal twins. Traded off by Septimus to Ditchwater at the age of 27. Has cat ears she hides under her hair, smells like lavender, and has the ability to charm any man that gets close. Still living.

Chapter 1: Blood Moon

Amidst rubble and broken glass, buried beneath a heavy chandelier lay the body of Prince Septimus. Only a matter of hours had passed since his death and partial reanimation at the hands of Lamia the witch. Over the chandelier, two cloaked figures stood and lifted it off his corpse.

“You’re sure this is one of the princes?” The taller of the two figures whispered.

“I’m sure. Let’s get the body and put it with the others.” The shorter replied while grabbing Septimus at the shoulders to start lifting.

“We have all seven now?” The other lifted his feet.

“Yes. Now we can commence reanimation.” They took the body out to a wagon and set it in the back next to six other bodies. The two figures rubbed their hands together as a cool wind whipped their cloaks about and a red moon rose in the distance.

“Quickly. There isn’t much time.”

The wagon was pulled into a large clearing where a circle was formed of seven large stones painted with varying symbols surrounding a pedestal holding an iridescent crystal.

“Now, we just set them by the correct stone and their bodies will reanimate at the height of the blood moon.”

“How do we know which stone goes to which body?” The taller cloaked figure looked around at the stones.

“…I thought you knew that?”

“No, I thought you knew that?!”

“Why would I know that?!”

“You painted the stones!”

“Yea but I wasn’t told what the symbols mean!”

“Well, I’m sure it won’t be a problem to guess.. we were just hired to bring them back. The boss didn’t say they had to be in the correct bodies, right?”

“Right. Now let’s move them.” The two cloaked figures moved the bodies, all in varying degrees of decay, positioned with their heads just below the stones and their feet at the base of the pedestal in the middle of the circle. As the crimson moon rose directly over the circle, the crystal and paintings on the stones lit up crimson red and the bodies underneath them began to rise into the air. They floated for a moment before illuminating and falling back to the ground with thuds.

“..did it work?” One of the cloaked figures looked around at the bodies as the other pointed and moved towards the body of Quintus.

“That one moved.”

The two slowly moved to the body as it suddenly sprang up with a loud gasp and wide eyes set on the two cloaked figures as they screamed in surprise.

“Would you quiet down! I’ve got a splitting headache-“

The two figures exchanged looks as Quintus suddenly stood up and walked over to the body of Septimus. He stood over it as Septimus sat up spewing out water with pained gasps before looking up surprised.

“Quintus? You’re alive?”

“..I’m not Quintus.”

“You sure look like Quintus to me- wait… why do I sound like-“

“Septimus? Because I’m Septimus and that’s my body.”

“Septimus?! Why am I you and why are you Quintas?!”

“Who are you?”

“Primus.”

“I think I preferred the witch controlling my body.” Septimus rolled his eyes as he held his- or rather Quintas’s- head. He grimaced as his fingers felt a large axe shaped hole in his head. “What is happening?”

“I think they know.” Primus pointed to the cloaked figures watching them. He attempted to stand but yelped as his -or rather Septimus’s- right leg wouldn’t bear any weight. Primus moved to touch it but found Septimus’s right arm was broken in multiple places as well. “What didn’t the witch break?” He groaned as he decided to just sit in despair at his condition.

“Maybe we should have asked which bodies went with the different stones.” The taller cloaked figure mused out loud as the brothers began reanimating one by one- not a single one in the correct body.

“Too late for that now. Let’s just get them back to the boss.” The smaller one gestured to the wagon as they spoke to the group of resurrected princes. “Please climb into the wagon and we will take you home.”

The princes groaned as they complained about their swapped bodies that were still in various stages of deterioration. Primus sat grumpily in Septimus’s broken body while Secundus- shivering in Quartus’s frostbitten body- tried to help him to the wagon. Tertius fumed as he tried to speak out of the body of Primus but to no avail as the slash to his throat had cut the vocal cords. Sextus, who possessed Tertius’s body, stared at his own charred body that was possessed by Quintas and sighed in relief that he got one of the few healthier bodies instead of his own. Quintas was smiling ear to ear at Septimus having to endure the splitting headache from the axe blow he’d delivered to kill Quintas while he was sleeping- a well deserved irony in his humble opinion. Both Quintas and Sextus had to help Quartus as he had the misfortune of possessing Secundus’s body, which had taken a rather lengthy fall from the top of Stormhold tower and broken every bone in his body. Once all of the princes had managed to climb on or be helped into the wagon, the cloaked figures began the journey to Stormhold castle.

[dragonborndigitalart]

And that’s when Quintus took an axe to the head.

Bonus

[niiwa-angel]

I like to think Ratchet has three settings when dealing with the injured Autobots.

If you got hurt from battle or something legitimately outside of your control, he's going to treat you like a prince while in his care. Gentle voice, making sure you get plenty of rest, helping you get positioned on the berth in a comfortable way, etc.

If you got hurt from something avoidable but to avoid it would result in harm coming to someone else, you get lectured while receiving most of the same care as listed above. Like, Mirage jumping in front of Noah because he'd be hurt but Noah would be killed. Or Bumblebee getting talent by the humans protecting Sam and Mikayla. Avoidable but doing so would hurt others so you get a lecture but it's affectionate.

If you got hurt doing something stupid he TOLD you not to do, you better hope it kills you, because otherwise he will. Sideswipe trying to Tokyo drift on a frozen lake and falling through the ice? Literally the entire Autobot base can hear Ratchet lecturing him from the Medbay. Optimus was a self sacrificing idiot who refused to refuel and recharge AGAIN and passed out mid meeting, hitting his head on the way down? There's a betting pool going around about whether or not Ratchet will hit him with his wrench or not hit him at all. Nobody wins, because Ratchet doesn't hit him with his wrench, he hits him with a crowbar.

And Primus forbid Ratchet has to leave the base to come get your dumbass after you got hurt doing something dumb. Bumblebee is stuck in the La Brea Tar Pits because Arcee dared him to run across it? Both of them are contemplating whether it's worth it to just wait for the Decepticons to find them because the threats Ratchet is already making while driving to come pry Bumblebee out are harrowing.

[music-tourney]

Round 2 polls

She's So High by Tal Bachman - Check the Rhime by A Tribe Called Quest

Rockafeller Skank by Fatboy Slim - Doll Parts by Hole

One Headlight by The Wallflowers - You Get What You Give by New Radicals

Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice - No Scrubs by TLC

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) by They Might Be Giants - Santa Monica by Everclear

Say My Name by Destiny's Child - Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

What is Love by Haddaway - Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio

What's my Age Again by Blink-182 - Voodoo by Godsmack

Criminal by Fiona Apple - Sex and Candy by Marcy Playground

Around the World by Daft Punk - Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve

Creep by Radiohead - Dragula by Rob Zombie

Smooth By Santana Ft. Rob Thomas - Two Princes by Spin Doctors

Glycerine by Bush - Ironic by Alanis Morissette

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill - The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) by Missy Elliot

I Will Always Love you by Whitney Houston - Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-lot

Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) by the Offspring - Ready to Go by Republica

Jerry Was A Racecar driver by Primus - Closing Time by Semisonic

Closer by Nine Inch Nails - Semi Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

Friday I'm in Love by The Cure - … Baby One More Time by Britney Spears

What's Up by 4 non blondes - Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman

Girls and Boys by Blur - Buddy Holly by Weezer

All Star by Smash Mouth - If I ruled the World (Imagine that) by Nas

Zombie by Cranberries - Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega

Killing Me Softly With His Song by The Fugees - Fly Away by Lenny Kravitz

Believe By Cher - Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

Jump Around by House of Pain - I want it that way by the Backstreet Boys

Virtual Insanity by Jamiroquai - The Sign by Ace of Base

Brick by Ben Folds Five - Everlong by Foo Fighters

Common People by Pulp - Losing my Religion by REM

Barbie Girl by Aqua - Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine

Whatta Man by Salt n Pepa - Californication by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Tubthumping by Chumbawamba - Ruff Ryders Anthem by DMX

[snowlilisims]

Primus Capere Prince of hell for the @mickimagnum Little Demon CAS challenge

[cozzzynook]

Megarod Royalty thingy

The young prince from the kingdom of Nyon was bonded to the king of Kaon. At first Rodimus was a bit skittish and shy around his new Conjunx but Megatron was a gentle lover despite being ferocious in battle. With time the pair grew close despite being complete opposites of each other.

A year passes and Rodimus finds himself carrying the heir to the Kaonaian throne, Megatron is a proud delighted king as he always wanted sparkling's and was more than happy to tend to his carrying Conjunx's needs no matter who silly they were. However Roddy's Sire the Lord of Nyon wasn't pleased when he got news about his Grandbitte, The lord thought the Kaonaian king would be displeased with his 'son' and just get rid of him so that his second youngest sparkling would become the heir for the Nyonian throne. So the lord hired a deadly assassin to deal with heir and his son. He asked the assassin to make it look like 'accident' as to prevent war if Megatron was ever to find out.

Unfortunately for the lord the assassin he hired was non other than Deadlock who was Roddy's Amica. The mech plays it cool despite his growing urge to murder the Lord he sneaks into the castle to warn Rodimus and Megatron about the lord's current plans. Of course when Megatron hears that someone even DARED sent an assassin to harm his love and un-born sparkling the large mech is threating to gather his army and storm the lord's palace to 'talk'. Thankfully Roddy calms Megs down long enough to think reasonably as he doesn't want to start a pointless war that will only result in death and misery.

Rodimus then sends a letter to his younger sibling telling them about their Sire's awful plans to bring harm to his own family all because he was selfish and greedy for power, Roddy also revokes the claim the Nyonian throne as he had found peace in Kaon were he feels free and loved. Roddy's sibling is rightfully shocked and horrified about the news, a few months later word reaches Kaon that the Lord of Nyon was overthrown by his own sparkling and now Roddy's sibling was the ruler of Nyon.

Some time later Megatron and Rodimus welcome their sparkling and Kaon celebrates the new heir with a grand party. Deadlock was even knighted becoming Roddy's personal body guard and Primus Sire for the young sparkling. There are also some rumours among the guard wondering how long it will take for the King to spark his Conjunx again and give the young heir a sibling or two, judging how lovely-dovely the pair are it doesn't seem like a long wait.

{Hope you enjoyed this little random Idea :D}

Oh he gets sparked a few months after he’s fully healed.

Megs felt tortured but it was a good torture because he enjoyed taking care of his conjunx but he really wanted to breed and fill his conjunx.

[justanotherperson1]

Heyo,

Just had another what if reasons since you mentioned TFP! Op somehow managing to summon Bay! Op because of a Vector Prime artifact Team Prime (and TFP! Optimus himself) would probably wonder why such a brutal version of Optimus had been sent before them instead of someone like G1! or TFA! Op. My brain immediately went to turbo creative mode and I narrowed it down to these three possible outcomes as to why.

(Pure speculation)

1. Unicron has actually managed to destroy Bay! OP’s earth and him getting summoned was kinda Vector’s way of saving a Prime (if they were in the worst possible circumstance).

2. At the end of part 4 Bay! Op leaves Earth in order to protect his friends while hunting down his creators. In this AU being accidentally summoned by TFP! Op into the TFP universe was for a reason. Perhaps one of his creators is actually from the TFP universe (*cough* Shockwave *cough*).

3. Since Bay! Op is such a brutal character, perhaps him getting sent to the TFP universe is a way of him rediscovering himself giving him hope to be a better bot. At the end of his journey he’s still our lovable war criminal but his personality can end up being similar to that of ROTB! Op at the end of his movie. (Where he can actually smile)

OOOOOHHHHH

I LOVE ALL OF THESE

Darkest timeline of all. I kind of imagined Vector to be so disconnected from any one reality that out of the billions of timelines he wades just outside of, he kind of just wanted to see what happened with Bay! being armed with the knowledge TFP! needs to actually defeat Unicron, if only to finally see a different outcome than that of Unicron simply rising.

Also super cool, because in the comics, shockwave fucks around with minerals he cultivated to control time, space, and so on if only to find a power source for Cybertron (horrifying) This one feels like one of the projects from @lets-try-some-writing (The imposter AU I think?)

REDEPTION IS GREAT. Like a sort of "calling the kings and queens of old" from Narnia moment, where the new young prince uses a relic from the past to summon his help, but those who were summoned were also in need and they defeat the enemy together. Maybe Primus is looking out for TFP! Prime after all. Soft bay! learning to not let his anger control him is also a great plus.

I don't see why all of these ideas could be used at once too. I love the trope of different characters attributing larger-than-life incidents to either purpose, god or science and the author hints at them all being the case.

[smokescreenimusprime]

Hi there! I've been scrolling through your multitude of AU's and I gotta say, I love every single one of 'em! In fact, a month or two ago I think, is when I found one of your post about Smokescreen and it sorta led me fully into the Transformers series as a whole, so thanks for that lol

So my question for the Ghost of Darkmount AU; once things calm down a notch, what do the others think about Predaking actually being on their side? Just this humongous flying lizard that's been "hunting them down" for a while is actually kinda nice (if only to Smokescreen)?

And what do Predaking think of the other Autobots in return? Obviously they're better than the Decepticons by a large margin, but other than that, what's his opinion on them? Is it more of a "You are my Preda-prince's kin, so I'll tolerate you, but if you harm me or him in any way, may the fires of the Pit greet you in death", kinda thing? Or something else?

Is the situation on base when Smokescreen comes back like this:

this absolutely made my day I'm so happy I've dragged you into robo-hell with my brainrot about my favorite character :DDD!!!!

and for the Post-Season 3 Shenanigans, you honestly got most of it right on the head

the Autobots are definitely skeptical and wary, but they can't deny that Predaking has helped them a lot. Things are a bit awkward, but they're trying and Smokescreen is there to help bridge any gaps that may arise from potential "culture" clashing

Aside from Smokescreen, Ratchet is actually the most comfortable around Predaking because of how he helped him on the Nemesis. Ratchet was thrown into that room thinking he'd be torn to pieces, but instead was met with gentle hands that could've ripped his plating off instead helping him up and a booming voice asking if he was alright

In a weird way, Predaking kinda reminded him of Optimus. A bit more violent and prideful yes, but not incapable of gentleness and understanding

Predaking on the other hand is more neutral, and kinda like how you described it as. He's definitely got a "I trust in Smokescreen who trusts in you" thing going on, and if there ever came a day he had to pick between the two he would gladly rip them apart to keep Smokescreen safe

but that day has not come, and they have shown him no reason to bare his claws, so he remains civil and courteous. Smokescreen enjoys their company after all, and Primus knows his friend could do with more companionship

and shjdbvcjhsdbvjhsbdv that meme is absolutely perfect and 100% happens at some point

[lets-try-some-writing]

For your unicron sparklings (optimus) joins the decepticon if at some point the decepticons decide to take interest in the children like stalking them or attempted kidnapping. What would be optimus reaction? I feel like even though he officially joined the cons he still cared for the children safety

P.S loving your work :)

Glad you are enjoying my work requestor! I apologize for taking so long to get to this. It took a while to get into the correct writing mindset for this au again. With that said, here you go!

Previous part here.

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Optimus joined the Decepticons out of a sense of duty. As a creation of Unicron, his design was to create chaos wherever he went and to weaken those around him so that his father might devour them. But as one touched and raised by Primus, that chaotic nature was redirected, urging Optimus to force change onto those around him for their betterment. By calling on the power of his maker and giving into his base nature, Optimus's sense of morality and connection was significantly dulled. But of course, he was not a loveless being.

He loved his maker in the way any creation would. He was still bitter from being left alone for so long, but Unicron's tie to him reaffirmed the love that they shared. Unicron was his maker, and Optimus was held dear to the great devourer. Optimus also loved his old friends, Ratchet and his dear Autobots. They were his chosen, his close comrades and those he had decided were to be granted his protection. They might have feared him, but that was acceptable. A pet was not required to love its master, merely serve when directed and follow orders. Optimus also held a great love for his little one, the sparkling he had raised. Bumblebee belonged to HIM. The sparkling was one of his own, and Optimus had every intention of doing all he could to bring his little one closer to him when he had the chance. He might need to speak with his maker regarding taking in an outsider, but he would have his sparkling with him no matter the cost. Then lastly there were the vermin, the small children that offered comfort when no others would. They were such fragile beings, and it was due to them that Optimus struck his maker down a second time.

The children were fleshy organic messes, so inefficient and without the ability to destroy as a true descendant of the chaos god should have been capable of. And yet, much like the humans and their small useless pets, he adored them. So small and yet so aggressive... he found the trait endearing. Even with his emotions dulled, his three human pets still belonged to him even though they remained with his Autobots rather than by his side.

As such, when they turned up on the battlefield the first time since his faction swap, Optimus hesitated. The little ones were so very weak, as was his sparkling. He trusted his Autobots to not perish, but his little ones were different. It was a partial spur of the moment choice, but Optimus could not stop himself from reaching out to collect his human wards and Cybertronian offspring. The children of course began to grow ill at his touch, but Optimus was quick to begin his work. A gift, a blessing from the Prince of Darkness. It took root in them quickly, and just as swiftly as they grew ill, they recovered without delay. They were terrified, but Optimus's broken form merely thrummed with satisfaction. Unicron sighed across their bond, but he would not deny his creation a few small pleasures. What did it matter now that the human children were immune to dark energon? They were merely three after all. Along that same train of thought, Unicron also did not utter a word when Optimus grabbed Bumblebee before he could flee and gave his sparkling a similar gift. No longer would Bee or the children suffer from the wrath of Unicron's blood. They were welcome, they were family.

Ratchet: What did you do?!?

Optimus: It is... a gift.

Ratchet: You could have killed them!

Optimus: Death is a part of life. They are mine just as you are. No matter where my pets go, be it in life or in death... I will find them.

He was no informative in his answer, but the Decepticons saw what Optimus did... and a few grew curious. Vehicons who wanted to see what the son of Unicron had done and a few servants of Shockwave were sent out in short succession to observe the children and see what was done to them. They even had orders to capture the children if possible, but Optimus, ever a vigilant being, was quick to take note.

When restored to his base nature, he was not a wrathful being. Possessive? Yes. Calculating? Absolutely. Manipulative? Why that simply came with the territory. But to be angry? No that was not his usual state of mind. He saw what the Decepticons were doing, and he put the fear of Primus in them to ward them off. A quick scare, a touch of the Unmaker's blood, and a bit of stalking got most of them to clear out without difficulty. But those who lingered... those who kept trying to collect HIS little humans?

Megatron found a few corpses corrupted beyond recognition in a pit not too far from Jasper Nevada. Not a spark mentioned the very servo shaped indents on the limbs that were still intact.

[imagine-iron-fey]

Thoughts That Keep Me Up At Night

(even after 12 years...)

When the message 'SCOTT WALDRON PEEKS AT GUYS IN THE SHOWER ROOM, ROFL' popped up on the computers in The Iron King, was it true since fey can't lie? Or does it not count as a lie on a technicality because it was typed and not spoken?

Is the Duke of Frostfell that Leanansidhe mentions the father of one of the Winter Princes?

Given Tertius's name, were his brothers (Sage's and Rowan's clones) named Primus and Secundus respectively?

If the mirrors at the End of the World show the mirror opposite of Ash, Ariella, and Puck, (and Grimalkin, sort of...) what would that make Rowan's or Mab's mirror opposites?

Was Ferrum actually a human who got stuck in the Nevernever and rather than going completely insane just slowly deteriorated over time until he fully believed he was a Fey King who rightfully deserved to rule? (This last one has fueled more headcanons and theories than I like to admit......)

[anon-e-miss]

Bearing the Broad - 4

Prowl’s peds hardly ever touched the ground. When he walked, it was only on the softest carpet as he made his way to the bath. The paint did not wash away, not from his peds, not from his face, arms, thighs and belly. It would remain until it wore off and if Jazz’s behaviour was any signal, the paint would still be there when Prowl entered emergence. The oils the Prince massaged into his plating every mega-cycle only helped it last. They also helped his sentio-metallico stretch as his forge extended. It was growing so quickly. By the time he gave emergence, Prowl would be far rounder than he was tall. No one seemed to be concerned for his fitness, it was strange that Polyhexian culture had developed in such a way that the far smaller partner carried. Prowl knew that it was Seekerkin and not Seekers that carried in Vos.

Though the coronation would not take place until a stellar-cycle of mourning took place for the old king, Jazz had become king immediately upon Straxus’ death and he had immediately gone to work.  Polyhex, Prowl realized had been poorly managed by the old king who had squanders its resources and emptied its coffers. This was why Jazz had gone through the effort of employing Prowl’s services. Only a member of the royal family with an heir in the cradle or in the forge could be crowned. None had fit that bill until Jazz had paid Prowl to kindle and carry for him. His cousins had tried very hard with a number of lovers but none had ensparked. Jazz did not care of his wastrel cousins and feared what ruin they could bring Polyhex. Prowl did not know how true his fears were but he could at least confirm for himself that Jazz was pouring his all into rebuilding the nation’s resources and pride.

Prowl sat as fount every mega-cycle. These poor mechanisms were so starved new originators could not produce the energon their bitlets needed to survive. Whether it was the fuel he consumed or the environment, Prowl’s wells never trained so long as he sat with Jazz, the pump the temple to Primaprovided forever sucked energon from his nozzles, no matter how long he sat in service for. The priests said his was foster origin to the entire district as every bitlet and sparkling fuelled from his wells. How one mech, even one with his supply could do that made no sense to Prowl? It was Punch who explained it.

“Prima works through ya when ya sit on her throne,” Punch explained.

All Cybertronian life had begun in Prima’s forge, according to the beliefs of Polyhex. Prowl moaned as he saw himself in her image. She sat in the lap of Primus, King of the Gods, and progenitor of all nations. His spike filled her as she, so much smaller than her king, sat in his lap, her legs held up behind her knees. Jazz mirrored this pose as he was painted by the court painter. Went through the expected motions, speaking with his court. His cousins had their supporters and they were not so agreeable. Prowl found himself lifted of Jazz’s spike and held there on display, his gaping valve drooling lubricants. His optics bugged out as Jazz perched his tight aft on his hard spike. He brought no force to bear but allowed gravity to open Prowl’s aft on his spike.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Prowl cried as gravity slowly pulled his aft down on the giant’s massive spike.  His little hole was cleaved apart. Chained to his belt, Prowl’s plugged spike twitched and his ruined valve oozed a torrent of lubricants.

Jazz held one of his legs up under the kneed as he fragged Prowl’s aching, empty valve with his digits. Prowl mewled as those digits stimulated his gamma cluster and made his valve gush as his afthole was destroyed by the giant’s spike. His wells grew firm as they engorged and Jazz pulled the clamps off his nozzles which immediately started to leak. Before the entire court, Prowl was debauched. It cowed them, somehow, though it would surely only be temporary. Runamuck and Runabout were Straxus’ natural creations and even though the throne did not pass in such a manner, they felt entitled to it by being his first emerged. Jazz would have to prove himself a worthy king at every step to ensure he had support should they wage a rebellion.

Prowl drank pressed energon as he sat impaled on Jazz’s hard spike. His aft throbbed around the plug that prevented the transfluids Jazz had spilled in him did not leak out. It was a huge plug, carved from a rare gem. It only made him feel fuller as his valve twitched around the giant’s monster spike. His belly bulged out well passed his knees. It was not only Prima working through him when he sat as fount but Primus working through Jazz. The newsparks in his forge were growing quickly, far more quickly than the normally would have. Jazz had booked him for two contracts. How loose would his belly, wells and holes be when the Prince was done?

“What about there?” Prowl pointed at the map. Jazz was searching for the site of an ancient aquifer that could hopefully be renewed and resolve all of Polyhex’s fuel shortage problems. The topography he had noticed looked to be close to an ancient underground river.

“Check there first,” Jazz ordered.

“But…” the engineers looked down at Prowl, so small and debauched in their king’s lap.

“My future queen is brilliant,” Jazz declared and Prowl flushed as the lie continued. “’N singularly blessed by Prima and Primus together. Check there first.”

The aquifer was found where Prowl had suspected it might be, blocked only by an old rock fall, restoring it took an orn, rather than vorns. Jazz stood by an ancient waterfall, just above what had once been a lush garden. He was posed as Primus with Prowl as Prima skewered on his spike and his huge, firm belly on display. The sounds of the river restored roared in Prowl’s audios and he overloaded with a cry as the waterfall was reborn. One by one the hanging pools filled, promising the rebirth of the long dry gardens. All those who gathered bowed and sang blessings.

“Long Live the King. Long Live the Queen. Long Live the Queen!”

“But I am not queen,” Prowl argued later as Jazz massaged oil into his belly. Prowl could not even wrap his arms around it anymore. There was no question he had kindled giant newsparks.

“No reason ya can’t be,” Jazz replied.

“There are many,” Prowl countered. “Namely, you contracted me to carry. You did not court and conjunx me.”

“I can court ya now,” Jazz offered and Prowl flushed. “To their thinkin’ I put bitties in yer forge so I conjunxed ya. Things are different in Polyhex , Prowl.”

“Were you ever planning to return me to Praxus?” Prowl asked. “Or was it easier to pay for my forge rather than find a consort you actually wanted?”

“What makes ya think I don’t want ya, Prowl?” Jazz asked. “I had every intention o’ returnin’ ya home ‘n I have every intention o’ doin’ just that if it’s what ya’d rather.”

“Clients are not meant to fall for surrogates,” Prowl argued, a little distressed by all the new developments falling onto him at once. They had found five newsparks when they had scanned his forge, giants and little bitlets growing together and all growing in line with their spark’s code.

“I don’t know how any o’ yers didn’t,” Jazz said. “Y’re perfect.”

“Oh…” Prowl murmured.

“Don’t ya like doin’ more than forgin’?” Jazz asked. “Don’t ya like usin’ yer processor advisin’ me?”

“I do,” Prowl replied. “They do not like you listening to me.”

“They don’t matter,” Jazz argued. “The citizens think ya embody Prima. They’d despair to see ya go.”

“They do not need me the same way as they did,” Prowl countered. “Now that the pools have refilled and the gardens are coming back to life.”

“The line at the temple ain’t any shorter now than it was,” Jazz replied. “Yer energon is more pure than anythin’ from a river. Prima blesses ya ‘n ‘em as ya sit as faunt. There’ll always be mecha that need ya for this.”

“I can try being your queen,” Prowl said. “For however long this whim lasts.”

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Stardust: Royal Pains

Chapter 2: Danse Macabre

Summary of Body Swaps:

Primus - Septimus (Can’t walk)

Secundus - Quartus (Constantly Shivering)

Tertias - Primus (Can’t talk)

Quartus - Secundus (Can’t move)

Quintus - Sextus (Can’t touch anything or their skin will stick to it)

Sextus - Tertius (Intense chest pains and shortness of breath)

Septimus - Quintus (Memory impaired)

Chapter 1

The seven brothers glared at each other in tense silence for a while. Secundus, who currently possessed Quartus, finally spoke up through his intense shivering.

“W-what k-kind of m-m-ma-magic can d-do thissss?!”

“The ironic kind?” Quartus smirked from Secundus’s broken body.

“How are any of us living right now?” Primus frowned through Septimus’s brows. “These bodies are broken- some more than others.” He’d look over at the body of Secundus.

“I don’t mind. I can’t feel any of it.” Quartus gave a self satisfied smirk from Secundus’s body. “Besides, whoever hired these goons to bring us back must know a way to fix us.”

“Even if they do, I’ll just have to kill you all again seeing as I’m king now.” The other brothers looked over to Septimus possessing Quintus’s body.

“You’re n-n-not king.” Secundus growled.

“I found the stone. I’m king.”

“Septimus, you’re dead. Our nephew, Tristan is king.” Primus explained.

“Who is Tristan?! Which one of you had a son?!”

“Una. Don’t you remember?”

“Of course I remember… who is Una?”

“I think that axe wound might be treating your memory poorly.” Quintus smirked from Sextus’s body.

“What axe wound?” He lifted a hand to feel the gaping hole in his head then back down at his hands before looking over at his body staring at him. “Why is my body looking at me?!”

“Because our souls are in the wrong bodies. I’m Primus.”

“Why did it have to be you?” Septimus grumbled and Primus sighed heavily.

“Why couldn’t you have been in my body- then you’d at least be quiet.” Primus looked over at his body who he knew from process of elimination must be possessed by Tertius who was glaring at him angrily.

“Una has a son?” Septimus whispered and shook his head. “I traded Una to a witch over a decade ago how does she have a son?”

“You sold off Una?!” All the other brothers glared at him.

“..what? I didn’t kill her.”

“We all loved Una, how could you do that?!”

“Because you loved her! She made us all soft! I never could have killed Quintus if she stayed around.”

“Una didn’t deserve that, Septimus. Your quarrel was with us, not her.” Primus frowned and Septimus became even more irritable at his own face glaring at him.

“I should have killed her.”

“If you had, we’d all be stuck as ghosts right now.” Sextus growled from Tertias’s body.

“As opposed to these broken bodies?!” Septimus growled back before clutching his head and blinking a few times before looking up at Primus.

“..why is my body looking at me?”

“Oh here we go again.” The other brothers groaned.

“Keep it down back there. We’re approaching the castle.” One of the cloaked figures yelled back to them. “We don’t need to concern anyone with you all looking.. like that.”

The princes grumbled but all silently agreed they did not want to be seen in their current states. The wagon was pulled into the castle and escorted to the royal stables. The cloaked figures came around to the back of the wagon once it was stopped. “Alright, let’s go.”

Septimus furrowed his brow at the cloaked figure and saw the stone they were holding. “That’s my stone!” He reached for the crystal but the cloaked figure backed up just out of his reach. Septimus leapt from the back of the wagon, bat wings unfurling from his back and fire slipping out the side of his mouth as he snarled. “Give me the stone!”

“Oh no, he’s going full dragon.” Quintus looked over at Primus. “You’ll have to stop him before he gets too heated and burns the place down!”

Primus barked at his brother as he painfully drug himself to the edge of the wagon. “Septimus! That’s not the stone!”

Septimus turned around and furrowed his brow. “Who are you?!” He stormed towards Primus and lifted him from the wagon and shoved him against the nearest wall.

“I’m your brother! Primus!”

“You expect me to believe that?!” Septimus spat small sparks of flame.

Primus grabbed onto Septimus’s arm and looked over to Quintus who nodded. “Sorry brother.” He bit hard into Septimus’s arm- which was really Quintus’s. Septimus howled as he was bitten by his own body, feeling the sharp pain of his second layer of teeth. The cloaked figures came over to help Primus but as the did, a burst of flame shot out of Septimus’s mouth and into the air. The crystal one of them had been holding fell to the ground and shattered causing all the princes to fall unconscious to the ground.

“Well… that went well.” The shorter cloaked figure quipped.

“Let’s just get them inside before they cause any more trouble.”

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The Stormhold Princes

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John Rattray, the Scottish Jacobite Surgeon and golfer was born on September 22nd 1707, at Craighall Castle, Rattray, Perthshire.Another extraordinary man from our history, it has become a 20th century cliché that the best business contacts and opportunities for professional promotions may be made on the golf course. For one 18th century Edinburgh surgeon, however, it was his golfing connections which literally saved his life.In 1731 he joined the Royal Company of Archers, the Sovereign’s bodyguard in Scotland to this day. He was a proficient archer winning the Archer’s Silver Bowl on four occasions. On two further occasions in 1735 and 1744 he won the Silver Arrow, presented each year to the champion archer.John Rattray also proved to be a proficient golfer, and was the winner of the first recorded open golf championship in April 1744, the month before he and several others formed The Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers, who put down on paper the first 13 rules of golf, which are more or less still adhered to, to this day. A contemporary poem ‘The Goff’ by Rev. Thomas Mathison published in 1743, the first poem devoted to the sport of golf, it mentions both Rattray, and the man who would later save him from being executed, Duncan Forbes of CullodenNorth from Edina eight furlongs and more,Lies that fam’d field, on Fortha’s sounding shore.Here Caledonian Chiefs for health resort,Confirm their sinews by the manly sport.Macdonald and unmatch’d Dalrymple plyTheir pond'rous weapons, and the green defy;Rattray for skill, and Corse for strength renown’d,Stewart and Lesly beat the sandy ground,And Brown and Alston, Chiefs well known to fame,And numbers more the Muse forbears to name.Gigantic Biggar here full oft is seen,Like huge behemoth on an Indian green;His bulk enormous scarce can 'scape the eyes,Amaz’d spectators wonder how he plies.Yea, here great Forbes, patron of the just,The dread of villains and the good man’s trust,When spent with toils in serving human kind,His body recreates, and unbends his mind.John’s father was an Episcopalian priest who became the Bishop of Dunkeld, then of Brechin and was elected Primus of the Scottish Episcopal Church. On his death in 1743 his elder son James became clan chief and inherited the estate. As the second son John had no such inheritance and he trained as a surgeon in Edinburgh by apprenticeship to the surgeon John Semple between 1728 and 1735, when he began surgical practice in Edinburgh.Following the Battle of Prestonpans, Rattray treated the wounded on the battlefield and joined the Jacobite army travelling with them throughout the campaign.By the time of the Battle of Culloden in April 1746 he had become the personal physician to Bonnie Prince Charlie. Rattray was captured after the battle but was freed after a personal plea to the Duke of Cumberland from Rattray’s old golf playing partner, Duncan Forbes of Culloden, who was Scotland’s most senior judge and a supporter of the government.His intercession on Rattray’s behalf secured his release from prison and saved him from certain hanging, the fate of most Jacobite officers. He was re-arrested by the Hanoverians in Edinburgh and held under house arrest until the spring of 1747. Thereafter he returned to life in Edinburgh practicing as a surgeon and winning the Silver Club of the honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers in 1751. He continued to practice as a surgeon and died at his home in Leith Walk, Edinburgh, in July 1771.A relatively new statue and series of plaques honouring Rattray and the golfers now takes pride of place on Leith Links where the first golf tournament and meeting took place.

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How was Pax's life raised (and brainwashed ) by Sentinel? How does Pax break from Sentinel's influence and learns the truth and overthrow him avenging his lost siblings? What happens betwee him and D-16? How is Sentinel defeated/killed here?

Oh.. ok!!

This is a long one please sit tight and bear with me on this…. And I am only gunna start with the family relationship of Sentinel and Orion and only focus on how Orion met D-16.

For Orion’s siblings… I do wish the authors would put more input on the roles of each Prime… which done what and which does this and that.. etc, etc…. Cause the Primes as a whole are the children of Primus… and should have more lure within them and of their roles in playing as rulers of Cybertron.

But I’ll go with that lure some other time…. During the war between the Primes and the Quintassans… Sentinel was not only a servant towards the Primes he was also a noble general.. similar to his bayverse counter part… and was an excellent skillful fighter/leading the troops within the battle…. But he hated being a subordinate towards the Primes.

So when the opportunity of Sentinel finding the newborn Prime… he wanted to make sure that this Prime would stay as loyal to him as possible… since he’s both egotistical and manipulative… he would play as a caring father for Orion Pax… the very name he gave to him once Sentinel formed an idea of raising Orion under his wing…. He would gaslight, micromanaged, belittled and use his power over Orion…. just to keep him obedient to Sentinel… (hence the nervousness and timid self of Orion) and Sentinel would have servants constantly around the prince every day throughout Orion’s childhood and early adulthood… and like the Primes, Sentinel does keep young Orion away from prying eyes and he would make sure to silence any traitors that would try to tell Orion or try take him away from Sentinel Prime…. It’s only at night is where he kept his watchful eye off of his Prince..

We all know that canonically Orion loved mysteries and loved to solve problems… he would be mischievous as ever to venture put at night just to gather information and knowledge of how to help Sentinel… this AU version of his is no different.

But in this AU.. Orion is very timid and soft spoken and he gets easily nervous when in public places… this was inspired by his Prime verse version self… i do love a quiet meek Orion but still curious bout anything and everything… still showing off his very optimistic self bout whatever info he got from the archives and other knowledgeable resources… which is HOW Orion grew the courage to sneak out at night to go to the off limited archives just to find a way to help out…

Like most toxic parents… if Orion gets caught he is at the mercy of Sentinel’s wrath and whatever punishment he deemed fit for him…. So yeah another tactic of Sentinel’s of keeping the little Prime as loyal and obedient to him is to make sure to instill fear.

So that’s how Orion’s and Sentinel’s father son relationship is…. Don’t get me started on their training together and such.

During the Iacon 5000 race …..or I think I butchered the name of the race sorry!!… Orion was introduced to the public after Sentinel’s iconic free flight show and such… and how Orion looked is a bit different than his TF one design… but the TF one design is still in there… I’ll do my best to draw the design some other time cause right now after posting this answer I am too lazy

But long story short… Orion looked like a silver blue ray of hope… it’s supposed to look like he’s a walking ghost… beautiful as Prima Prime and regal in both power and strength… any light on his person.. he shines like a physical star…

Yes D-16 was accidentally put into the race and this is a funny idea… it was during that one Both that shoved/drove past Orion and D-16 in the cannon plot… it’s the same one that stile the first place spot but also accidentally damaging the jetpack thingy that D-16 was forced to wear and was forced to fly through… the pack malfunctioned and sends the poor guy flying with no control… and he crashes into none other than Orion Pax the Prince

XD

Cause Pax was there to hand in the three winners their earned trophies and give them their congratulations and such… Sentinel was in that chamber watching the screen and yeah… before Orion could give the first place winner bot their first place prize he was knocked out and off the platform and both crashed into a heep on the floor.

This is the idea of how Orion and Dee meets but yeah… from then onwards I am still working on the plot… so this is my best at answering your question… i hope you like it

And thank you so much for the question!! I am still open for more!!