#but pls lemme be happy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pale-fairytales · 2 years

Text

More domestic au headcanons: MegOp fluff edition

Of the two, I like to think they balance each other out in a lot of senses, and I think this is what makes them clash while simultaneously making them work; Optimus is the gentle voice of reason behind Megatron's brash personality. I headcanon that they are extremely different in their day to day domestic life than out on the field and this is how

I genuinely think Megatron's primary love languages are gift giving and quality time while Optimus is more acts-of-service and words of affirmation

to expand on this and state my reasoning; I imagine that throughout Megatron’s life, he has barely been making ends meet, and to him, it’s comforting to be able to have the freedom to spend time with and spoil his partner with nice things every now and again since that wasn’t an option before

Optimus, meanwhile, has a lot on his plate; being a prime isn’t easy and he is always concerned that he has failed at maintaining his responsibilities. To be a Prime requires one to be an unwavering force, to be some level of “perfect.” Thus, I think that he loves both being praised, and he loves to praise to let other people feel good.

If hypothetically they had to cook their own food, of the two, I think that Optimus would cook more and it would taste decent because he knows various recipes by heart, being a former archivist and knowing a lot about a lot of things.

out of pocket hc on my part; Megatron weirdly has somewhat chaotic housewife vibes to me and I feel like in a domestic au he would be really good at baking

Megatron will never ever admit that he is better at baking than cooking, though. Never ever. He would die before he let anyone know that he, Lord Megatron, a hardened energon miner, a former gladiatorial champion with hands that have destroyed many, many bots, is really good at making delicious confections with cute molding chocolate designs on them and that it is sometimes therapeutic (especially if he’s making something that needs to be kneaded; he just beats the shit out of it) and alongside poetry writing becomes something of an outlet.

I am conflicted about the baking headcanon because I feel like it could work in a few different ways but I also feel it doesn't work??? Idk it's like 3 AM and I'm very tired

The baking headcanon was totally not inspired by some really cute fan art of Megs and Poptimus in cute pink aprons

I imagine that treats were very very rare, especially because of his life in Tarn, and I imagine that (if cooking were a regular thing that needed to be done) many ingredients weren't that affordable or in as much supply so when he finally learned how to do it and he was in a stable environment (financially, emotionally, not imprisoned etc) he kept it as a hobby for himself. I feel like he wouldn't eat them himself (I can’t help thinking he doesn’t like sweets too much unless it’s tasted through Optimus’ lips lmao)

Megatron’s version of flirting/pseudo dates(pining edition); love poems (that he never sends and Optimus finds one day), longingly watching Optimus with the slightest gleam of admiration in his eyes as he’s working on something, covertly learning about Optimus’ interests (simply because he’s curious, he reasons with himself) so he can get to watch his eyes light up, arena training (I feel like he either goes easy on Optimus, or he goes extra hard).

lowkey develops an obsession but nothing too severe

Optimus’ version of flirting/pseudo dates (pining edition): it does not exist at first. the boy knows how others flirt but he does not, at first, because his oblivious ass doesn’t recognize Megatron’s crush and Megatron’s too stubborn to admit his crush. However, as time wares on, he tries to flirt, too. As an archivist, Optimus learns Megatron’s favorite subjects/poets/things to read and learn about and always has suggestions/recommendations on hand for him. I imagine the arenas are also a favored pseudo date bc he trusts Megatron in this au. Idk I feel like there's a lot of corruption kink/bad boy vibes in this ship but that's for another post. It becomes much harder as a Prime to pine/flirt/go on dates-but-not-official-dates, but he’s doing his best okay—As a prime, his flirting is more or less the same, but I feel as though he starts to get creative, even if becoming a prime has made him a tad bit more reserved and private in his affections.

Megatron’s version of flirting while they’re actually dating/sparkbonded?? (Note: I don’t know if flirting is the right word! Just cute things they do I guess?) It’s subtle but I imagine it’s not so subtle that Optimus does not notice. Some of the actions include but are not limited to: Doing the princess hand kiss every now and again. subtle looks as if Optimus is the entire universe before him, only to look away before his sparkmate can notice. (Rare) Hugs that last a little longer than usual.

On that note; I feel like Megatron's hugs go one of two ways depending; bone-crushingly tight and somewhat uncomfortable, or very gentle and delicate, like he might break Optimus. This is especially true if the domestic au is one in which the war happened BUT the characters experienced different fates.

Optimus’ version of flirting/The cute things Optimus does while dating/sparkbonded include but are not limited to; gently kissing/tracing old scars (reserved for intimate, private moments), reciting lines of old love poems Megatron wrote (always gets him flustered), interlacing their fingers when they hold hands.

Of the two, Optimus is better at damage control in comforting his partner. Megatron does his best but sometimes he may be a bit too harsh without meaning to be. I imagine they’re both closed off about how they feel, so their methods of comforting each other would be different than, say, if Optimus were comforting Bumblebee.

self indulgent scenario;

It’s been a long night. Prime’s work has kept him away from home for ages. Every now and again, filling his field is a profound slew of feelings, feelings Optimus is more than familiar with. His spark aches with longing. He vents softly as he stares at the screen before him, the words no longer making sense, like gibberish, as if it isn’t even cybertronian before. He can almost feel the old guilt of crimes long past and long forgiven, the dull ache of a life consistently patterned with mistake after bloody, violent mistake. Above all, his fuel tank squeezes tightly, so tight he can feel it in his chasis, so tight he almost can’t vent for the briefest of moments. A frown tugs his dermas behind his battle-mask. He sends a feeling of inquiery through the bond. He does not receive anything back. He opens his private comms.

“Megatron,” he quietly greets, voice reverberating off the walls of the empty room. “You’re still awake?”

He receives only a soft grunt in response.

“Are you alright?” he asks, aware that he may very well not receive an answer. He is correct. The anxiety that had filled his field, that had prompted his tanks to tighten, dissipates just slightly.

‘Optimus?’ Megatron’s voice is raspy. Like he had just slipped out of recharge. Optimus can hear the strain of his voice, quiet, crackling just slightly. ‘I...I must have fallen asleep.’

"Was it a nightmare?” he asks quietly, boldly, knowing it was better to simply ask as opposed to beating around the bush, casting a wayward glance over the city through the window, at the pretty lights, the weight of responsibility resting harshly on him once again. “I’m sorry, my love. I have received a last minute assignment that I must complete. I will be done soon.”

The feelings in the field dissipate, slightly, though it quickly became clear why— He could already feel the metaphorical walls rising through the bond.

‘Hurry up.’ comes Megatron’s groggy, brash order, something Optimus had gotten quite used to in the many vorns they had been together, and the comms click off. He can still feel a twinge of desperation. As if entrapped by phantom pain, Optimus can feel his mesh tingle, and he is almost overwhelmed by the desire, the instinct to abandon his post and rush home to his lover. But he knows he cannot do so, yet.

Through the bond, after several kliks of silence, several kliks of non-movement, several kliks of never-ending paperwork and feeling the ebb and flow of feelings Megatron tries to hide behind the wall, Optimus sends the sensation of touch. On the other end, Megatron can feel the sensation of a digit ghosting over an old scar about his arm, from the arena days. He covers his eyes, fighting the urge to scope out his hidden stash of engex.

Their shared field is filled with concern. Optimus turns off the screen.

“My love,” Optimus begins into his end of the comm. “Light of my life.” He can feel the hesitation on the other end, and the field is filled with a sense of familiarity. Megatron can’t help but recall all of the old days, when he had regularly called his beloved the light of his life. “Your past does not define you. You are not your mistakes.”

‘Darling,’ Megatron’s voice is a tad more understandable by then. Optimus knows he would never admit it, but he can hear the pain in his voice. The field is filled with the ghostlike sensation of digits intertwining with Megatron’s, servos wrapped around one another. ‘I ran into Starscream and Skyfire today.' Optimus must pause upon hearing that, his spark flickering just slightly. 'He looked at me with so much hatred.' It is a simple statement. Optimus can feel the field fillbonce again with dread. 'I have committed many wrong-doings, Prime.'

"I know, Old Friend." Optimus does not deny or defend. "It never gets easier."

'Yet you forgave me.'

"I did."

'How could you possibly forgive someone whose hands have caused so much destruction?’ Megatron asks, quietly, uncharacteristically. It is so unexpected that Optimus must reel for a moment, in a freefall of thought, knowing that his unmovable force of a sparkmate must feel truly tortured, if he is showing vulnerability such as this.

“The same hands that have caused destruction have also paved the way to rebuilding,” Optimus answers, stepping away from the computer, and collecting what few things he would need for his return home. “Your hands are hands of death and rebirth—and they have learned to love.” Through the bond, he sends old, vague memories. The soft, quiet moments, mostly. He can hear his lover exvent quietly. “You have made the attempt to rebuild from your mistakes. You need not suffer from them alone, anymore.”

The other end is quiet, but the comlink has not been disconnected. Through the bond he can feel the hypothetical walls collapse some, behind them a mix of feelings.

“The time has come to rebuild, Megatron," It is a simple statement. He can feel the slightest twinge of hope. "Allow me to rebuild with you."

There is the slightest sigh on the other end.

'Thank you, Little Prime.' Prime is sure he can imagine the slightest smile cross the gunmetal grey faceplates. 'Come home soon.'

The comms click off. Optimus sends through the bond the sensation of a soft kiss to the knuckle. They would be okay, he means to say through the sensation. He would make sure of it. He receives the sensation back.

They fall asleep again, peacefully this time, when Prime returns.

#megop #transformers megatron #transformers optimus prime #domestic au #megop headcanons #for all intents and purposes I have elected not to choose a specific verse because I'm indecisive #and simply am going off of the verse smoothie that lives in my dumb little head #god I love these dorks #I'm primarily going by tfp ngl #so I guess #tfp megop?#I have also taken inspiration from Cyberverse #I'm not good at writing Optimus yet I'm so sorry #I got carried away #i know i know it's sappy #but i don't care #AND YEAH MAYBE THIS IS OOC #but pls lemme be happy #let the bois be happy #may also be inspired by Megatron's redemption arc in MTMTE???? i haven't fully read it yet but I've seen some fans discuss his guilt #i imagine he is also haunted by the arena days if not by the war in the domestic au #I'm also not good at writing Megatron #maccadam

42 notes · View notes

chandiegeist · 2 years

Text

crazytrainwreckshipping idea go brrrrrrr:

Volo accidentally drags Ingo into the past in his quest to fix the world.

He didn’t mean to do it but now he watches from the sidelines as the poor man suffers following any wisp of a memory just to end up crying over the futility of it again and again.

It doesn’t deter him from his mission. He’ll create a new world - a world without lost men chasing danger for another look at the man with his face... But he does become close with Ingo; rescue him from the Zoroark when he steps too close to their illusions, strike up conversation in hopes of rattling something loose, gift him a journal when he voices his fears of losing everything once more.

It’s while they’re battling, a more thrilling challenge than any other he’s had in Hisui, that he sees Ingo positively beaming past his frown and realizes he might feel more for him than he anticipated.

After, when everything is ruined, when his god has abandoned him and handpicked a child to stop him from fixing the world, when Giratina has turned tail and run in his hour of need, when god has whisked away their chosen one right in front of him, Volo stumbles down the mountainside. His clothes are in tatters, his hair is a mess, and he just really really wants a shoulder to cry on.

He finds Ingo’s tent. He would force a smile, but Ingo sees through it every time.

He doesn’t notice anything wrong right away, but there it is; Ingo’s hat and six familiar pokeballs are abandoned on the ground. He remembers earlier and the pokeballs Arceus’s chosen left behind after they disappeared.

He sobs. God has taken everything from him.

Centuries later, Volo watches the missing persons report airing across Unovan news and comes to a decision. He’s avoided Unova for the last few decades, weak at the thought of meeting Ingo and not seeing that spark of recognition - of, dare he hope, affection, but he’s kept up with the news. He books a plane ticket to Nimbasa.

He can at least ease the suffering of those he stole Ingo away from.

Meeting and getting to know Emmet explains so much about Ingo, even with his amnesia. It isn’t easy getting past Emmet’s hurt and anger after telling him he caused his brother’s disappearance, but Volo perseveres. This is the least he can do.

He ignores any feelings as they work together on researching a way to save Ingo. He refuses to let himself feel that way again just for god to rip it away. And that looks more and more likely as Emmet insists on trying to fight god.

It’s at Gear Station that the world breaks around them like mosaic glass. Volo recovers faster than anyone else, intimately familiar with wielding that power.

There’s something on top of him and Emmet. His hand had immediately grabbed Emmet’s coat in some futile attempt to keep him from being stolen away. There’s a groan. It sounds like Emmet, but it wasn’t him. A bit of black frayed fabric is splayed across the floor. Volo barely dares to breath. Emmet rises first and with shout dives toward whatever was on top of them.

Ingo, looking just a Volo saw him centuries ago, sits dazed on the Gear Station floor with one arm around his twin brother. The other he reaches out to Volo as soon as he notices him. Volo reaches back and lets the two pull him in.

#crazytrainwreckshipping #crazytrainshipping #trainwreckshipping #chandie posts #we just gotta bully volo a lil bit it's fine #pla #happy ending epilogue where volo starts aging again #didn't go into it much about emmet but it was getting kinda long #could u tell i was chomping at the bit to finish #once again lemme know about the ship name pls

103 notes · View notes