TFA Sentinel Prime x Reader scenarios

You walk in on him

The moonlight filtered through the small window of the spaceship, casting soft shadows on the metallic walls. You quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb the stillness of the night. It was time for your nighttime medicine. As you padded down the hallway, you heard faint, muffled sounds coming from one of the adjacent rooms.

Curiosity piqued, you approached the slightly ajar door and peered inside. There, in the center of the room, stood Sentinel Prime, dressed in a regal red cape that flowed dramatically around his broad shoulders. He was gazing intently at his reflection in a full-length mirror, his expression a mix of admiration and determination.

Sentinel raised his chin, his optics gleaming with ambition as he struck a heroic pose. In the dim light, he appeared almost larger than life, the red cape adding a majestic touch to his already imposing figure. He flexed his arms, turning this way and that, clearly pleased with his appearance.

As you watched from the doorway, you couldn't help but notice how Sentinel's confidence seemed to swell. He began to pantomime grand gestures, likely imagining himself in the role of Sentinel Magnus, the new Supreme Commander of the Autobots. His lips moved silently, mouthing words of self-assurance and visions of his future reign over Cybertron.

A small giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it. The sound, though soft, echoed in the quiet room. Sentinel froze, his optics widening in surprise. He turned slowly, his gaze locking onto you standing in the doorway. For a moment, neither of you moved, the air thick with the sudden realization that he had an audience.

A deep blush spread across Sentinel's faceplates, his usual composed demeanor crumbling in the face of your amused expression. His mouth opened and closed as if searching for words to explain himself, but none came. The sight of the mighty Sentinel Prime, flustered and caught in a moment of vanity, was both endearing and comical.

You smiled warmly, trying to ease his embarrassment. Without a word, you continued on your way to get your medicine, leaving Sentinel Prime to gather his composure. As you walked away, you couldn't help but feel a deeper connection to the Autobot leader, seeing him in such a humanizing and vulnerable moment.

Sentinel watched you go, his blush slowly fading. He shook his head, a small, sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Perhaps being a great leader wasn't just about strength and bravado, but also about having the humility to laugh at oneself. With that thought in mind, he removed the cape and placed it aside, ready to face the night with a newfound sense of self-awareness.