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transformers-bold-bright-brisk · 1 year ago

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Prince’s First Day

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2: Departing

Tagging: @sonia-aquamarineson @asmoteeth @novafire-is-thinking

Summary: The tension between Prince and Predaking grows stronger after their fight. Predaking does his best to subtly try to leave all this on a high note before Prince has to leave for Earth soon. But Prince’s future actions might just lead to an even bigger divide between the two than before.

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The following day, after Prince and Predaking’s fight, was the day Prince had to pack up and get moving. Yesterday, when the argument between the two escalated, Prince managed to spill blood as he savagely bit Predaking’s claw. Both his heads after blasting King in the face with fire, retired all sensibility out the window and bared their strong fangs. Immediately piercing Predaking’s index claw—spilling Predacon energon, some of which Prince accidentally tasted and almost threw back up.

And when Prince realized what he had done, he tried to retreat both jaws from the wound—resulting in Prince ripping a chunk out of the claw.

They were then tossed back into his chambers and locked in until he could adjust their attitude. It was harsh, but how else do you deal with your kid ripping a chunk of your finger off? Albeit a small chunk by Predaking’s standards, but a chunk nonetheless.

Back to Prince wallowing in their chambers by throwing a tantrum. He tore up the walls and made shallow gouges at his own floors, not even taking any breaks. Just the longest couple of joors going absolutely ballistic.

Prince is a very immature and stubborn mech. He can be destructive, ill mannered, disrespectful, and overall terrible at handling their own emotions when things don’t go their way. Because under all that fiery temper is just a spoiled brat who is too selfish to understand how the world doesn’t revolve around him and him alone.

And under all of that, is someone who is worth helping, even though they act like they aren’t. That’s what Predaking wants to believe anyway.

— — —

Prince was finally done lashing out.

Everything was shoved off the shelves, his floors and walls were torn apart, and his window had been shattered. It was not a pretty sight. And there wasn’t really any point in cleaning it up if Prince wasn’t even going to be living here for a long time. A really… really… long time.

It was only for a couple stellar-cycles, but on the planet they’re being transferred to, it might as well be a whole vorn. A whole vorn on some big dirt rock in a cramped building with a bunch of puny dweebs. The worst part about it is that he heard that it has nurses.

And Prince is the number one needle resister when it comes to the vornly clinic visit.

*knock knock knock*

The knocking at Prince’s chamber door is what brought them of their post-tantrum trance.

Great. Now what?

“Y-Your m-ma-majesty—“

Prince answered through the locked door. Not letting the poor Predacon finish.

“What?!”

“Ah! Oh! Oh uh, uh oh—P-Predaking wishes for you t-to speak—to meet—to dine in the uh, the dining room..”

“And—how am I supposed to that? Hm? The door’s locked.”

“Oh! Okay r-right. H-Hold tight…”

As soon as the servant hesitantly unlocked the door with a *click*—it was a solid klik before Prince pulled both doors open. Shoving the Predacon sent to retrieve him, out of the way with force. He started storming down the hall and made their way towards the dining room, about to eat with his mentor after cooling down.

— — —

*tap tap tap tap tap*

Went Prince’s claws against the table. Looking down at his energon cube before him. He was still a bit riled up from earlier and didn’t feel like consuming anything. They were still mad but not as mad as before.

When Prince arrived to the room and saw Predaking sitting on his gargantuan sized chair, he didn’t want to speak with him at all. Talk about petty.

They were about to just snatch the cube and go back to his room, but his mentor “insisted” that they stay. And by insisted he meant glaring at them until they sat down. It was like the force of his gaze alone would turn them to stone, crush them into pebbles, melt them into lava, turn him back into a bot and do it all over again. It was not a feeling someone as full of themself as Prince likes to admit.

Predaking was taking a long sip out of his cube while looking at a datapad he laid on the table—pushing up his glasses with a bandaged claw to realign them with his optics. Prince couldn’t ever see what Predaking was looking at since they were so far apart. Oh yeah, turns out the table is as long as Predaking times two if he laid down head to toe.

With every time Predaking adjusts his glasses and shows off the bandaged scar Prince gave him on his claw, Prince starts to feel… weird. He obviously didn’t mean to bite off a piece of Predaking’s claw, but they were able to hurt—the—Predaking and tear through his armor with ease. He should see that scar as a symbol of pride, like an accomplishment or a trophy.

So… why does he feel so bad every time it comes into view?

Predaking finally looked over to Prince and noticed how his cube was still very much full. How the frag did he notice their puny cube from far away, if he needs glasses to read datapads? Psh, old bot stuff probably.

“You better get a good refueling while you can. Tomorrow is a big day for you.”

“TmoRrOw Is A biG DaY fOR yOu—yeah, frag off jerk.” Prince replied with an irritating impression of Predaking.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I BeG YoUr ParDOn?”

“Prince.”

“PrInCe.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m SeRIoUs bleh b-bleh I’m PrEdaKinG and I’m StUpId and oLd and CrAnKy.”

Predaking said nothing. Having a face full of disappointment, which Prince absolutely ignored. And with an annoying grin spread across his face, they finally sipped their energon.

“Are you done yet?” Predaking asked begrudgingly.

Prince didn’t say anything. He had to keep refueling for the big day tomorrow, just as Predaking said.

— — —

It was finally time for departure for Prince.

Everything he needed was packed into a duffel bag by the servants since he was still being bratty. Standing in the doorway that was looking towards the entrance to the castle, Prince stood there with arms crossed and pouting. With the duffel hung on his shoulder, and Predaking standing behind him, asking if they’re ready to head off. He moved towards the door without answering or looking back.

Transforming and taking off after Predaking, so he could lead the way towards the Spacebridge Station. Prince stayed quiet the entire flight. Almost too quiet.

Predaking knows his protégé well, too well in fact, so he noticed something was wrong straight away. To ease his own concern, he thought striking up some small talk with him soon would be best. Afterall, he wouldn’t be seeing Prince for a while.

Even if they are the sole target for his citizens’ disgust. Or the most disappointing representation of Predacon royalty. Or even the most irredeemable Predacon on the planet, Predaking won’t give up on them regardless. It was his fault he turned out this way, and he was the one who made the decision to send him away to see if there’s still hope for the youngling. If it wasn’t already too late, that is.

No matter how much Predaking was going to miss Prince, he knew he was making the right decision.

“… Remember when we flew together on a cycle just like this? When you were ready to take flight just deca-cycles after hatching.”

“…”

“You were only twelve deca-cycles old, but were flying sparratically as if you were this full grown ferocious beast.” Remembering how that went, it made him lightly chuckle when Prince would play hide and seek with him by hiding in the clouds. And took him joors to always find him because he never wanted to leave the skies.

“Heh heh… you were so small that it felt like being pelted by stones every time you flew right at me.”

“…”

Predaking looked to Prince and saw that they kept flying inches farther away from him than before. He took that as a queue to stop trying to make small talk.

— — —

Before they knew it, they made it to the station.

Both of them headed towards the spacebridge that was to be used for Prince to get to Earth. It wasn’t long before the spacebridge came online, all powered up and ready for travel. Which signaled that Prince was now officially leaving the kingdom. That fact was sinking in more and more since before the flight here.

He just felt so powerless in his position, and he was staring at the glowing mass of energy before them. And Predaking took notice of how Prince was looking at that portal.

It was just the two of them in the room, and he could finally say a proper goodbye—to maybe tell his protégé to not get into too much trouble, to get along with their peers, to say to hi to Professor Boulder for him, or to tell him no matter what happens that he’ll care about him regardless of his behavior…

He tried to lay his oversized servo on Prince’s back to comfort him—

Prince immediately pulled himself away from Predaking.

…It took Predaking a klik to recover from the shock of Prince rejecting his kind gesture.

But it’s what Prince said to him after, that left Predaking at a loss for words…

Turning his head half way to look back at Predaking, they had a look of disgust across their face. With their fangs bared and voice full of disdain, he looked Predaking in the optic and told him—

“I hate you.”

And with that said, Prince turned to the spacebridge and walked straight into it.

Never looking back to see the hurt look that Predaking wore.

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#holy moly this is longer than first one #i genuinely loved seeing this in written text because I’ve thinking about a specific interaction in this between these two for MONTHS #writing this kid’s redemption arc is going to be so much fun #tf fan continuity #transformers bold bright brisk #prince #predaking #maccadam #transformers #maccadams #one shot #prince’s first day

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radiance1 · 1 year ago

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The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.

The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.

Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.

So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?

He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.

The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.

It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?

...

Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?

He'll give them some points for dedication, though.

Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.

The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.

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Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.

For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).

It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.

Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!

He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.

And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.

Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.

It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.

At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.

So he answers and is gone with a pop.

Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.

Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.

Fuck.

Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.

So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.

The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.

Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.

The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.

Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.