ASHES OF THE CROWN – A Transformers Prime One-Shot
coming exclusively to Patreon this Saturday
“I will not let hatred define the last thing I feel for you.”
—Optimus Prime
The war is over.
Cybertron is quiet.
But before the Well of AllSparks reclaims its guardian, two ancient rivals meet one last time—not as enemies, but as echoes of what they once were.
Set in the final moments after Predacons Rising,
this original one-shot imagines a final private conversation between Optimus Prime and Megatron.
No weapons.
No armies.
Just the truth… and the weight of everything they never said.
🌌 What to Expect:
~2.5k words of character-driven storytelling
Canon-accurate, emotionally grounded scene
A quiet epilogue to the war that shaped them
Exclusive cover art included
🗓️ Drops this Saturday, only on my Patreon!
If you're a fan of post-canon closure, redemption arcs, or just want to see Optimus and Megatron talk like the once-brothers they were, this one's for you.
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its hilarious to me that Abyssal Chaos is just simulated universe but in true lads fashion, filled with battles and lots and lots of flirting. 😆 But seriously, I played Rafayel’s route and now I’m 🥹🥹🥹
Aramid stares at the mouth of the cave. He's been standing here for a good hour, doing nothing. Trying to think of a reason not to go back in, to stop looking in what he used to call home. But the more he tries the more he feels guilt for trying to leave when there's only one section left to the cave.
He takes a deep breath as he takes a step into the cave, which feels off more than ever. Something changed about it, or maybe him. Whatever the case, he has to do this.
As he takes a step a chill runs up his paw. A sudden chill runs up his paw, he instinctively jerks as he moves to see what he stepped in. Nothing but stone and dirt and his paw's dry, so what was that? Aramid shakes his head as he continues in. It's just his imagination, nothing else, nothing should be here.
Right?
The chill in the cave feels heavier to the fire pokemon almost with every step he takes. Deeper and deeper in. Was it this cold before? Or was he just ignoring it before? Whatever the case may be he-
"Just run! Go there's no one to save go!!"
Aramid jumps at the voice and spins in place. Looking around for anyone who just spoke. He takes a breath as he sees no one. Who was that? And.... why did they sound familiar. Nothing comes to mind as he stares at the empty space. He wants to call out, to see if someone really is there. But his voice catches in his throat.
He stands still, waiting to see if anyone approaches. But no one does, it's just him, still alone. He shakes his head as he turns around. His mind must be playing tricks on him if he's hearing-
In front of him.
Red eyes. Staring from ahead in the shadows. They appear to be staring at him or through him. A look of unbridled, feral fury.
The Arcanine stops cold at the sight. A chill running to his core. It feels like claws of ice are poking into his shoulder as he stares at the eyes. What can he do? What should he do? His mind begins to race as he can't look away. If it comes at him will he even be able to move? Get out of the way or fight back. What is going to happen. Was this in here before? What is going on?!
The racing thoughts slow as the eyes disappear. The space empty of anything that could have been there. Aramid closes his eyes as he tries to catch his breath, his body slightly shaking from the encounter.
He shakes his fur, hoping to be rid of the chill that had overtaken him. He's never felt anything like it before. An unpleasant, creeping cold that crawled its way in. Such an unwelcome sensation that he feels relief as it leaves.
Well almost leave.
The sensation of cold claws remains. Latching onto his shoulder as if someone is holding on to him. The sensation is uncomfortable of course, but it doesn't hurt or feel malicious bad.
It almost feels.... familiar to him. Aramid shakes his head at the idea, why would this be familiar?
He shakes his head again, he doesn't want to think into this anymore. This whole mess is really getting to him now. Besides no one used to hold onto him this way from what he remembers. A... strange thought to have but the Arcanine needs to keep moving. He just need to go deeper.
Unfortunately the light from outside fades as he goes deeper in. Darkness wraps around the Arcanine, barely able to see in front of him. He should have brought the stick with him, at least he'd have something to light to see with. But now he's moving almost blindly, taking his time to walk. That which hides the empty halls and cold walls around him. The soft dirt underneath quieting each step he takes, making each breath louder than anything.
Despite all this, he doesn't feel like he's alone. The sensation of the claws still chill his shoulder with every step as he walks, but there is something else. He can feel eyes on him, watching him as he walks blindly through. But are they really there? Or is it his mind playing tricks on him?
Whatever the case may be he can't stop now. If he turns back now he won't come back. Aramid knows they know, if he goes back he'll regret it. He has to do this now or no one ever will..
His breathing becomes heavier with each step.
He'll never know if what's been said is true. If those journals tell the truth or...
Aramid grits his teeth in frustration. None of this feels right! All of this?! Because his father sent him away?! Over something so... trivial! It's stupid, it has to be wrong! Its-
"Please.... help.... meee..."
Aramid stops. His blood chills at the sight in front of him. A Growlithe, standing in the hall. Her tears streaming down her face as fangs pierce her neck. Fangs with piercing red eyes above them.
Aramid steps back in horror at the sight in front ofhim. The red eyes, now a part of a full shadowy being, a shadow that slowly begins to force the Growlithe's head to turn and-
"NO!" Aramid yells as he flies forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He rushes forward in panic and fear, he has to save her, he won't let this happen! Everything seems to slow as he gets closer. His head lowering, jaws widening, watching as the shadow pulls and twists more and more. All he needs is for it to let go, he hopes as his breath warms the shadowy beings face.
He keeps his eyes on the Growlithe, the poor terrified child. He wishes he could say something to her. Let her know it will be alright. But she will be soon enough! As he bites down hard on-
C-c-rraaack!
On nothing. Just cold air as he flies past. Aramid stands frozen, barely missing his own tongue. He doesn't look back as he stares at the ground. He knows now anyways, that they were not there to begin with at least not anymore.
Aramid starts breathing faster and faster, his vision blurs as he can barely focus. He had wanted, this entire time, was for him to be right. That it couldn't possibly be true, that it was just stories. Something to comfort little kids who were scared. But... seeing her, and her last moment. That she looked so alive that he honestly thought he could save her. But he couldn't, because she isn't here anymore.
'But there's still the possibility they are here
And suffering.'
The words come back to him but they are lost. Not because he wants to deny it. No.
Tonight is the series finale of Supernatural. With many theories and speculations abound, I don't know what to expect. I know that there will be people who will be disappointed in it. Unfortunately, you can't always give everyone the ending they want.
With that, I will take Cas' words to heart. "Happiness isn't in the having, its just in being."
I choose to have fun and just enjoy it. I won't let any bitterness spoil the final moments of Supernatural for me. Whatever happens on tonight, I am happy to have been on this amazing journey. This show that has been a part of my life for 15 years and it has brought me joy ever since. When Supernatural say it's final farewell, I want to be able to say goodbye to a friend.
All I can hope for is that the finale does Supernatural justice for all the characters we have grown to love and to the fans who have supported this show.
without a doubt the greatest to ever do it. he has stood the test of time and, if tonight is truly the final farewell, #ThankYouTaker for the moments, the memories, the goosebumps from as far back as i can remember.
