Prince Of Iacon

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[princeofiacon]

Goldwing

Name: Goldwing

Sire: Sentinel

Carrier???: Vicky (oc)

He/him

Sexuality: Bi (Denies it)

Goldwing is the prince of Iacon. Made from obsession and greed from his sire. He is raised to be the perfect prince. Often wondering who his carrier is. What was he made for. What must he do to just have his carrier notice him. What are who will he find during all of this?

CHAPTERS: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

[princeofiacon]

CHAPTER 3

I don't remember much when I was taken out of my carrying tube. Just bright gold and blue. A lot of gold. being held by a big frame with such pride only a sire could express. I just remembered a few words that stuck out to me when I was first online.

“Prince Of Iacon”

I felt that was my destiny. As I grew into a young sparkling, I was kept in the high parts of the Iacon Prime building. The primes seemed to like my cute charms, and even the servants thought I was adorable. People would say how much I looked like my sire. Yet no one knew my carrier. Not even me.  Not till I asked my sire. 

That is when the stories started. He would always say how he and my carrier were saprkmates till she was taken from us. He never really told me what that meant, but I believe him. Something had to have taken my carrier. There was no way she would leave a mech like my sire, and there was no way she would ever leave me. 

I would try to run out of the building to search for my carrier myself, but his dumb assistant, Aster. He always brought his equally dumb son, Solar Beam. He was the only other sparkling close to my age. Yet he didn't talk much. So boring…

My sire made my play nice, so I did. I would hang out with him. He seemed really fascinated with races. Poor guy probably thought he would be good at them. Tch. But being the kind sparking I was. I took his hand. 

“Come on”

Solar Beam jumped a bit, but he spoke in that annoying voice again.

“Wh-where are you taking me?”

I rolled my optics.

“Just listen to me. I'm a prince after all!”

I puffed my chest with pride as Solar just nodded like he always did. I then took him to a balcony where my sire stood. It was the best seats for the Iacon 5000. I saw Solar’s optics light up with excitement. I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my spark. For once, I had fun watching a race.

Though I felt my sire’s optics on me. After the race, Solar went home with his carrier. I heard my Sire step behind me. I turned to him. His gold wings shining as he spoke. 

“I want to start training for Autobot schooling.”

I paused but then cringed. 

“Where the other basic bots go? No, I don't wanna!”

I stomped my heel down. I was then met with a servo holding my wrist. I froze as my sire spoke.

“If you do this, this will give you a chance to see your carrier!”

The world stopped. Was there really a chance I could see my carrier if I do this? My sire spoke again.

“But we can't have any distractions.”

I looked to see where Solar Beam was walking off. I felt my spark sink. I felt like I made a friend, but I have to put that behind me to find my carrier. I just nodded. 

“At a boy.”

He took my hand and walked with me. 

“I know your carrier can’t wait to meet you.”

[princeofiacon]

CHAPTER 2

Sentinel was nowhere to be found after the banishing. Things had changed so much. With the newfound war and the growing city of Iacon. Some even forget about the crime that was never fully committed. 

Meanwhile, at the Autobot base. Vicky had walked in on Ratchet working frantically. She looked to him. 

“Is everything okay-”

She was cut off by the old mech's words.

“I can't seem to find the energon data you had donated to me yesterday for testing.”

Vicky sighed with a small smirk. Thinking the old mech had just forgotten it somewhere.

“You properly just misplaced it. Here you can do another transfusion.”

Vicky sat on the desk and put her arm out for him. They had to do another transfusion. After that, no one really questioned where the first sample of Vicky’s energon went. No one would have even known who had their hands on it. 

Soon, a strange transmission came from out of Iacon. Warning of quintessons near the borders. A small team was sent out. Elita and Vicky were staying behind. To make sure the base would stay safe. 

It was safe to say all the Quintesson soldiers were defeated, but the one who sent the signal was shown to be the fallen Prime himself.

“You guys did well here.”

Sentinel smirked as Arachnid followed. Optomus paused while the other pulled up their weapons. Optimus spoke.

“Old friend”

Sentinel smiled as he then kneeled respectfully.

“I helped out. Didn't I? I did you a huge favor. Why not give me one?”

Rahect spoke quickly.

“How dare you even suggest asking for such a thing!?”

Optimus stared at Sentinel. He really did feel something about him had changed. Yet he doesn't know what. He put his hand out to him. Then help him up. Sentinel smiled and took it.

“I wanna come back to Iacon. I wanna be of use to the autobots and the primes again. What I did was totally out of the question. All I ask is to be treated with more respect.”

Optimus thought, but then nodded. 

“I'll have to speak to the primes about this. There is only one condition.”

Sentinel nodded.

“You stay away from Vicky. She has already grieved you once.”

Sentinel froze. His grip tightened a bit, but he relaxed and pulled out his fake smile once again and nodded.

“Understandable, old friend.” 

Since then. Vicky knew that Sentinel was back in Iacon. Yet she not once visited him. He did the same. He was too focused on his trail back into the place with the old primes. It was somehow approved. The people slowly accepted him again. He was back to where he needed to be. Yet he had other plans. He held a jar of energon with a label.

ENERGON SMAPEL

(FOR TESTING)

Owner: Vicky

Sex: Female

Team: Autobot

Sentinel smirked and took off the label. Soon, giving it to his loyal medics. He even gave a sample of his own energon flow. 

“I need an heir. Mix up a sparking for me. Wont ya?”

That was when I was made

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OC COLLAB @mimi-likes-blue

[princeofiacon]

WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM???? STAY AWAY FROM MY WIFE.

He steals all the huz

[princeofiacon]

CHAPTER 1

Long ago, when the primes ruled Iacon with peace and order. With the help of their most trusted adviser, Sentinel. The high guard worked diligently to keep the peace. Sentinel was getting tired of this boring life. The primes could tell he was slowly tiring from the constant work. So, as a gift, they ask Sentinel for a private meeting. He, of course, set it up without complaint. Maybe a few mumbles under this breath.

“Can't these Primes ever do something for themselves…”

Soon, Sentinel was waiting in the room with the primes as they spoke. “Sentinel, you have been working hard for us. For many, many cycles.” Sentinel put on his fake smile. “Ah, thank you, Prima sir.” The other nodded. “So we had been speaking with some of our most trusted bots to get you this gift.” Zeta Prime smiled. Sentinel’s wings stood up, and his stance was more straight as he smiled for real. “Really, sir?” The other primes nodded. Megatronus nodded to a high guard who then opened the doors.

Sentinel paused when he saw a female bot walk in. She bowed her helm. “Hello, I'm Vicky." I'm glad to be your new assistant,” she looked up to Sentinel with a soft smile. Sentinel, on the other hand, wasn't so pleased. Great, he thought. Another bot to take care of. Sentinel put his face smile back on. “A pleasure to meet you.” The primes beamed with pride at the nice interaction. They had heard from a high-ranking operative named Jazz that Vicky would be the perfect pick, and boy, was he right. 

Since that day, Vicky would work tirelessly to help the Primes and Sentinel. Sentinel was annoyed about this female following him around. One day, he turned to her, “ You don't have to always follow me like a lost sparkling, you know?” Vicky just had that annoying kind smile. “I know, but I like helping you out. I can tell you work hard too!” Sentinel paused. No one had ever noticed just how hard he had been working. He sat at his desk. “Well, it can be a little difficult, but I've been doing this for cycles. You wouldn't understand.” He was trying to be snarky, but Vicky just looked in awe. “You must know so much.” Sentinel’s optics looked to hers as he surprisingly replied. “Yeah, I guess you're right.”

After a while, he would open up more to Vicky. Soon, he found himself enjoying his time with her. He had always felt tossed aside, but with his bot, he felt like a prime himself. Then, the poor mech realized he had grown deep feelings. He was a mess at times. Thankfully, Vicky was always there to help. Sentinel would almost melt to her prises. “You did amazing today, sir!” Vicky looked up to him. He just smiled back, “No need for the sir. Just call me Sentinel from now on,” Vicky nodded happily. Sentinel stopped in his tracks. “So I was wondering if you would like to go out for a dinner with me later?” Vicky paused. “You want to have a dinner with me?” Sentinel stepped closer and smirked. “Who else would I ask?” Vicky’s cheeks heated a bit as she hid her face, plating behind a data pad. “I'd love to go,” she voiced softly. 

It didn't take long for the two to date. Sentinel was obsessed at this point. He even added her to his long-awaited plan. Then, the war happened. Blood was spilled. Primes had found out, and with the help of the great high guard, Sentinel was banished. Vicky’s optics spilled with tears, not out of love but out of pity for Sentinel and his greed.

Since then, his whereabouts had been unknown. 

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Transformers One spoilers⤵️

I HAD TO DRAW HIM PERFORMING A VILLAIN SONG ahahaham I had to. of course~

Look. One day I'll get tired of animating the shots of every character spinning dramatically. But certainly not this time ahahah

Song: Don't mess with me by Temposhark Soft: ToonSquid