TFA Sentinel Prime x Reader scenarios

He tries cooking

Morning sunlight filtered through the small window of your bedroom, casting a warm glow across your face. You stirred, slowly waking from a deep sleep, your mind still fuzzy from the night's dreams. As you sat up, rubbing your eyes, you caught a whiff of something burning.

Curious and slightly concerned, you followed the smell to the ship's makeshift kitchen. There, you found Sentinel Prime, still in his human form, standing over the stove with a look of intense concentration on his face. The sight was both endearing and alarming.

"Good morning," Sentinel said, turning to you with a proud smile. "I made you breakfast."

You blinked, still waking up and trying to process the scene in front of you. "You made me breakfast?"

"Yep. Do you like it?" He gestured to the plate in his hands, which held an array of burnt and oddly mixed food items.

You looked at the plate, trying to hide your grimace. Burnt bacon and toast, sausages mixed with chocolate sauce, and a burnt omelette topped with melted cheese. It looked like something an inexperienced child might concoct in a playful attempt to cook.

"Um, no," you said carefully, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "I appreciate you making me breakfast, but I think you don't know how to cook. Would you like me to teach you?"

Sentinel's proud expression faltered, replaced by a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "Um, yes?"

You smiled, rolling up your sleeves. "Alright, let's start with the basics."

You spent the next hour guiding Sentinel through the steps of making a simple breakfast. You showed him how to fry bacon without burning it, scramble eggs without turning them into charcoal, and the correct way to cook sausages. Sentinel watched with rapt attention, mimicking your actions with surprising diligence.

As he tried each step, his movements were hesitant at first but gradually became more confident. "Human food is... peculiar," he remarked as he carefully flipped a piece of bacon. "It doesn't taste as good as Energon."

You chuckled. "Well, Energon is designed specifically for Cybertronians. Human food has its own charms, though. It's more about the experience and the flavors."

Sentinel nodded, still focused on the task at hand. After some time, you both managed to create a breakfast that looked much more appetizing. The bacon was crispy but not burnt, the eggs were fluffy, and the sausages were cooked to perfection.

"See? Much better," you said, placing the finished plate in front of him.

Sentinel studied the plate, then turned to you with a rare, genuine smile. "I suppose it does look more appealing."

You both sat down to eat, and Sentinel gingerly tried a piece of bacon. His expression was neutral as he chewed, then he gave a slight nod. "It's... different."

You laughed. "Different good, or different bad?"

"Different tolerable," he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

As you both ate, the morning sun continued to rise, casting a warm glow over the scene. It was a simple moment, but it felt significant. Sentinel, despite his prejudices and reservations, was making an effort to understand and connect with you. And in that effort, a bridge was slowly being built between your worlds.

After breakfast, you cleared the plates, and Sentinel stood up, reverting to his original form. He looked down at you, his expression thoughtful. "Thank you for teaching me. Perhaps there is more to human customs than I initially thought."

You smiled up at him. "Anytime, Sentinel. We're all just trying to learn from each other, right?"

He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible smile forming on his face. "Indeed. Perhaps there is."